Klaus stared at his reflection in the mirror. It was going to be one of those nights. He had basically screamed at everyone until they left the house either angry or upset with him. He didn't care. He couldn't be bothered with their measly feelings right now. After getting everyone to leave, he had tromped up the stairs to his room and locked himself in to stare at his reflection.
"What are you doing?! Please! No — leave me alone! Please!"
"Don't hurt my mother. Please leave her alone. Please! Take me instead. Just — just don't hurt her. She's all I have."
"You're amonster. A cold blooded monster."
The cries of the innocent people he had killed ran through his ears. Their worthless pleas with his tormented soul, their cries to his deaf ears, their begging voices to his broken heart — it all came back in waves. All he could he was just a loud crowd of pleas and he covered his ears.
"Make it stop. Please dear god make it stop!" he cried out but no words passed his silent lips. He couldn't even look at himself, knowing what was going to happen next. He could barely handle the sounds ringing out in his ears.
With jerked moments, his eyes met those in the mirror but they weren't his. They were the eyes of everyone he'd ever stared in the face as he murdered them. His siblings eyes stared back first, they hadn't died but every time he daggered one of them, they lost a part of their life they could never get back. Those eyes hit him the hardest. They always had whenever he had nights like these but still no tears feel from his eyes. Then came the children, all shades of blue, green, hazel, brown, and grey hitting him in waves. Their faces long lost to him but their pleading eyes still leaving scars on his soul. Then came the women, some of them mothers to the children he murdered, some of them just local whores he took home and had just a bit too much fun with, some of them just innocents that were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Their wide, shocked, broken gaze staring back clear as the day they had died. Then the men. These eyes didn't hurt since he'd killed so many men in war as much though some of them were just as innocent as the many children and women. He wanted to close his eyes but he couldn't. He had to see the last pair of eyes even if it murdered him from the inside out. He had to see his eyes, the eyes that started this all.
As the many male eyes dwindled down to an end, he clenched onto the dresser's top causing marks in the wood. He counted them down before the eyes he waited for stared back at his. Henrik. Those eyes stared back at him dead and yet so very alive. The eyes that started everything. Those brown eyes stared back at him. Slowly Henrik's face appeared paired with those eyes. His hand reached out and touched the mirror, almost as if Klaus believed he could touch his lost brother. "Henrik…" he whispered out. "Henrik… I'm so so sorry."
And then the tears came falling from his eyes. He screamed out at the mirror, screaming out his apologizes, screaming out his angst. He wanted nothing more than for those long dead eyes and long dead face to tell him he forgave the hybrid. Soon his screams turned into pleas. He begged the reflection to talk to him, to forgive him. After his pleas came the silence. The earth shattering silence that reminded him he was alone, so deathly alone.
His heart shattered in his chest and in an attempt to make Henrik's face disappear, he threw a fist in the mirror, shattering it like his heart. The face still stayed in his eyesight and he crumpled to the floor sobs raking through his broken body. He repeated the young boy's name over and over again like a mantra, like it was the only thing keeping him sane. He was a monster. He'd always been a monster and he was so terribly alone because who could ever love a monster like himself…