Klayley: Klaus' mind drifts to Hayley and Hope as he is held captive by Marcel.
Klaus sat, staring at the handcuffs on his wrists and ankles. It hadn't been very long sense Marcel had pulled that agony giving blade out of him.
His mind drifted away from the memories of pain to Hope and Hayley, the two people he knew he needed to stay strong for. He often wondered what they were doing right now. Has Hayley came any closer to curing and waking his siblings? He hoped so.
He wasn't sure exactly how long he had been held captive with Papa Tundas blade deep inside of him but he knew it to be a long while.
He closed his eyes and desperately tried to picture what Hope grew up to be, how old she was, the color of her hair to the brightness in her smile.
He couldn't imagine it and it angered him further. How much had he missed?
The only comfort he had was his trust that Hayley was keeping their little girl safe. That they were living their life, safe and far away from Marcel. From New Orleans.
Hayley. He missed everything from her absolute stubbornness to her biting her lip whenever she got annoyed with him. Her smile. Her long brown hair and her beautiful, strong willed, brown eyes. He never knew how lucky he was to have her in his life, standing by his side until he was forced to live everyday without her. Wondering if she was okay. If she was safe. Is she was happy.
Though his physical pain soon stopped, his wounds healing the pain in his heart never for a second dimmed because every time he closed his eyes he saw his last moments with Hayley to first looking into Hope's eyes.
Klaus, it's too dangerous let me come with you.
I took you from Hope, I was wrong.
Take care of her.
His eyes snapped back open as he took in a deep breath, trying to make the memories disappear for even a moment to no avail. This was the true torment. Not the blade. Not being bested by Marcel. It was the fact that his cruelty and his enemies has led to Hayley having to raise Hope alone. For Hope not to know her father well still a child. To his siblings being harmed and almost brought to death.
He didn't try and stop the tears from coming, after all who was here to see him? To gloat at the broken Klaus Mikaelson? No one.
What was he without Hope? Without Hayley? A selfish bastard brother. A horrible son. A selfish friend. A cruel dictator.
No. He pushed these thoughts away with the last of his will. He was a father.
"I will find my way back to you." Klaus grunted out through his emotional destress, speaking to his little girl who was miles and miles away.
"Until then I know you are being taken care of by one of the few people I would ever trust with your life." Klaus whispered and sighed.
"Our Hope.." Klaus addressed with a small smile. He closed his eyes and let the thoughts of his two girls cloud his mind, this time the memories didn't pain and anger him as bad.