Sympathy For The Devil
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9th January 2012
Karen Swift was sat on her soft chair, watching the TV peacefully. Some show called Homes From Hell. And hell did she feel old for watching some crap... but she refused to be categorized as a 'stereotypical granny.'
But she was almost sixty nine, and that thought uneased her- she really was getting old...
Bloody hell. That was scary.
She glanced into the cabinet now, looking at her reflection-
It had changed quite a bit. Those young good looks were well gone.
There was a knock on the front door of her cul-de-sac, and her daughter called. "Hang on a moment!" There was a crash of dishes as a pot clattered to the floor.
Karen rolled her eyes a little, then chuckled- Laura had always been more than a little enthusiastic. The younger woman now went over to the door and opened it.
The old woman sat there, listening as best she could- it sounded like a man anyway.
"Mom!"
"Yes darling?"
"There's a man here... he wants to talk to you."
"Oh? What's his name?"
A pause while she asked.
"He says it's Niklaus."
Karen froze at that, never expecting in a million, billion years that she'd hear that name again. She hesitated, then nodded, calling back. "Let him in."
She adjusted herself in her seat now, sitting up straighter, mentally preparing herself for this- it couldn't be him. It had been forty five years... maybe more, maybe less.
There was footsteps now and she looked up to see a man, young in looks... but she knew very well not in age.
"Hello Swifty." He chuckled now, standing in the doorway, glancing over his shoulder as her daughter asked. "Is everything ok mom? Who is this?"
Karen couldn't stop herself smiling, then chuckled lightly. "A very old friend."
Laura raised an eyebrow- the man looked barely thirty at least. Oh well. Her mother seemed to know him. She wasn't stupid.
"I'll leave you both."
She closed the door behind her now and the silence was so tense it was like butter about to be sliced with a knife. It was Klaus who said the first words, looking her over. "You look well."
Karen didn't respond, then shook her head a little, not being able to stop her mutter of- "You've not changed... you've not aged at all."
Klaus chuckled, stepping over and pulled up a chair, sitting opposite and crossed his ankles. "You know what I am love."
"I know." Karen nodded, then sighed, taking in his still gorgeous looks. "Did you ever break that hybrid curse?"
The growing grin on Klaus' face was answer enough, and Karen nodded, suddenly feeling self conscious of how she looked- so old compared to him. Her hair was white and to her shoulders, eyes no longer a deep emerald, but somewhat dulled. But they still that that sparkle in them from her youth.
Klaus now went, smirking a little. "Tea my dear?"
"Don't push it. I may be old now, but I'll still kick your ass."
He was relieved to hear that she hadn't lost her feisty nature that he'd loved so much, then chuckled. "Well?"
"...damn you."
Klaus reached forwards and picked up the cups, pouring the tea out and adding plenty of milk to Karens with two sugars.
"You remembered?" She mused, taking her cup, and he smirked. "Of course."
He made one for himself, then Karen asked. "What are you even doing here? The last time I saw you was-"
"1969. No, wait- 1970?"
"Yeah. It was." She thought, then Klaus added innocently. "Can't I check up on an old flame?"
"A very old one."
"Karen. I know for a fact that you'll never truly be an old woman. You'd never allow it yourself and I know you too well."
She chuckled. "Touche (!) Have a point!"
Klaus snorted in laughter- still the same after all this time. He looked around the room now and spotted photos on the walls.
He rose to his feet, taking his cup with him as he looked at them- he saw one of her in her youth, twenty one. Just before she'd met him. She'd been a rough beauty with long jet black hair and eyes so green he swore they were emeralds.
"You married?" He mused now, looking to another photo and Karen nodded, chuckling. "Jacob Corvina. You remember him?"
"Ah, that punk ass who was always showing off and ended up falling off his motorbike-"
"-and you ran over his arm to prove a point."
He snorted lightly at the old memories, then said lightly. "He deserved it."
"I know. I remember... because I was the one that finally got you to sober up and stop being such a monster." Karen reminded him and Klaus stared at the photo of her with her daughter, Laura, and another one, a boy, from the title, Nick.
"Did you name your son after me?" He mused now and Karen scoffed. "No."
"Karen. I can still tell when you're lying."
"Yes, ok. I did."
Klaus was humbled, then looked away from the grandkid photos back to the woman. She was old now... but it was still his Karen. That Karen that was as wild as he'd been back then.
"Thank you." He said truthfully, then Karen chuckled. "You with short hair... I never thought that I would see it. I thought you swore to me that you'd never cut that long biker hair of yours?"
"...fashion changes my dear."
"Oh I know." Karen nodded, then sighed as Klaus sat down opposite once more, going with another sigh, a heavy one. "The 60s were dark times for me. Very dark Swifty..."
Karen didn't say anything, but then leaned forwards and reached out, taking his face in her hands, chuckling as she stared into his eyes. "What would you have done without me hmm? My silly hybrid."
Klaus chuckled, then closed his eyes for a moment, going. "I would have been worse."
She watched him look down now, eyes almost sad. Karen sighed, tracing her thumb over his cheek, remembering his touch from so many years ago.
All those wild nights together, the blood, the drink, the lust, the passing out on the roads, the nonstop partying and in Klaus' case- the endless killing to try and switch his emotions back off that were tearing him apart. He had been stupid enough to let himself turn it back on in the 50s.
The sixties really had been dark for him... for them both.
But it all started on a windy summers day in Old London Town, the year 1965...
21st June 1965
The young woman moaned quietly as the man bit into her neck in the corner booth of the cafe, his hands holding her close, looking to any that were watching that he was kissing her neck. Rather hungrily they'd have to admit.
He let her go now, grinning with fangs bared, corners of his mouth bloody. Sure, he looked a mess, but he really didn't care.
"There we are sweetheart." He told her now, a dark grin on his face, tracing a hand from her neck to the clevege that was showing, but she sighed. "Not here. They'll think I'm some hussy."
Klaus just leaned forwards and said quietly in her ear. "You are one." He bit back down into her neck now, making the compelled woman groan again. Klaus knew that if he took anymore, she'd faint of bloodloss.
Just a moment later, she passed out against his chest. Klaus rolled his eyes, then scanned the room- no one had noticed the young woman with a narrow trickle of scarlet running down her chest.
He rolled his eyes, then got to his feet, out the door in a flash before anyone even saw him.
Klaus sighed heavily as he wandered the streets of London with a bottle of beer in his hand, knowing that this was probably his twentieth or something. He drained it now, letting it drop to the floor where it smashed.
He now looked to the moon and scoffed, yelling at it. "Well Mikael, you got what you fucking wanted! I'm all alone! I have no one now! You fucking bastard-! Rebekah's gone! I had to kill her-! Everyone's gone! I'm alone! Why don't you just kill me now-!"
Klaus felt his chest heaving, tears almost springing to his eyes, then groaned, sitting down in the middle of the road and lay back onto the cool tarmac, staring up at the starry sky, knowing full well he was drunk and going to end up scratching up his leather jacket.
He spread his arms out now, then just muttered, more to himself. "Nine hundred and sixty years of this... and what has it amounted to? Fuck all."
Klaus closed his eyes now, not caring that a car would probably end up hitting or narrowly dodging him later on that night. He'd just tear the driver out and apart. Who gave a shit.
"Sir-? Oh bloody hell, get out the road you stupid twat!"
He went to sat up now, but found he couldn't. He'd had way, way too much to drink.
The young woman half ran over now, having heard the yelling, then groaned as she saw him close his eyes again- smashed out his face by the looks of it. She rolled her eyes, taking in his apparel- young with wild brown-blonde hair that almost fell to his shoulders, a good and tall build. He was wearing tight black Levis, a matching t-shirt and leather jacket.
Oh bloody hell. Not another one of those bloody bikers and their bloody beer, passing out on her bloody street the bloody assholes-!
She kicked his black booted foot hard now, but he didn't wake up. Now the girl sighed and muttered to herself. "I am so gonna regret this-" She bent down behind him and took him under his arms, dragging him over to her house on the side of the street, muttering. "Come in you bloody fool. Jeez, wake up the whole street why don't you? Stupid drunk."
Inside, he woke up and groaned, propped up against the hallway wall. Klaus raised a hand to his head, knowing that he was acting completely out the ordinary. But it was ever since Rebekah had been gone that he'd finally snapped inside, letting that real monster out and free to do whatever it wanted.
He blinked hard to see a young woman crouched before him, then he frowned, muttering faintly. "Go away."
"You wanna get hit by a car?"
"Bring it on sweetcheeks." He smirked, closing his eyes once more, but not before he'd gotten a good look at her- about twenty two, great big emerald eyes and midnight hair that was high up in a beehive that bought out the beauty in her face.
Yummy. Bet she tastes lovely. He thought now, making a mental note to bite her the first chance he got. But now the woman sighed and just asked. "You're drunk out your face mate."
"Ah-ha, I know." He chuckled, not having the energy to open his eyes, and he laughed again. "Heh. You smell good. Give us a bite."
She flinched back at that, scowling. "Fat chance mate. Now... you stay here and sleep it off. I'll check up in the morning."
Klaus watched her go, then called. "What's your name sweetheart?"
"Karen. Karen Swift."
"Well Swifty... I'm the hybrid that's going to kill you. And soon."
Karen just frowned at that, then rolled her eyes- what a nutjob. A drunken nutjob. She rolled her eyes again, then nipped into her room, grabbing a blanket and dumped it over him.
She shut the door behind her now and locked it, going over to her bed and collapsing onto it, thinking about the young man downstairs, thinking about what he'd been yelling to the moon-
What a strange and messed up man he was.
Well, it's the beginning of a new Klaus/oc;D with a difference! Set in the Sixties, sex, blood and rock n' roll! A little warning right now- this one's gonna be rather darker and hotter than most of my stories when it gets going;) but if you wanna watch Klaus going completely and utterly insane, mega ripper, off the rails, bloodlust, getting drunk and wild, especially at parties all because he let his switch get turned back on after a thousand years... carry on reading;) hope you all like and I'll continue if enough people want me to, so reviews much loved! x Nic