Prologue
A/N: Hello everyone! This is Lexi Salvatore-Foxx here and this is the beginning of a fic written for my wonderful co-writer :) She's been such an amazing friend and I doubt this'll be as good as Inner Demons (read it, it's incredible), but I can try! Hope you all enjoy this small prologue, and I'll keep you all posted :) Please follow, favourite and review! It'd really make my day x
Love. Grief. Remorse. These were things he hadn't felt in a long time. Genuine beauty. Something he hadn't seen in nearly as long, but here it stood before him at the forefront of his mind.
Paintbrush in hand, he let each colour blend together in a unique dance of raw emotion, letting each stroke convey a secret that resided deep inside him and he found that he couldn't stop once he had begun. Her face, though only seen ever so briefly, had engulfed his thoughts, and he knew that perhaps he could be saved, because he knew he could love again.
The image was beginning to take place on what was once a blank sheet of white, and now fair olive skin took over the surface, framed by long and dark hair cascading down the figure's shoulders. Hazel eyes stared back out at the artist, and the dimming light from the busy city below surrounded the piece of art in a haunting yet dauntingly beautiful quality.
What really caught the eye of the observer, however, was the silver necklace that hung just below her collarbone and the symbols that lay upon were etched in a charcoal black. They were no symbols the man had ever seen before, yet they stood out so clearly in his mind, just as her face had when they fleetingly passed each other during the day's midsummer afternoon.
An angel had been looking down upon the lonely vampire that mid-morn, and had granted him the opportunity to love once more. He couldn't tell if it was an action to be defined as cruel, or a golden opportunity to redeem his blackening heart.
Startled from his reverie, Klaus turned around, paintbrush still in hand, palette now empty, and easel now full. The door had creaked open ever so silently and tentatively that the old Original would have nearly missed it if it weren't for his heightened senses and overindulged paranoia.
"Where are your manners, brother? Haven't you been taught to knock?" His tone was laced with annoyance, and it was poorly covered up. This didn't go unnoticed by Elijah, but the older brother's urgency far surpassed his need to retort Klaus's sarcastic comment.
"Niklaus, there's been an accident on St. Claude Avenue, and I do believe this woman you drew may have been involved."