"He wishes he could control his demons, instead of having his demons control him."
"He's lost."
The hybrid looked solemnly at the vivid portrait before him, avoiding the gaze of the woman whose words rang true. How Accurate she was. It was incredible how much so. Her words hit harder than a bullet or a stake ever could. Hurt more than the treachery of his siblings, abuse of his parents. More than the sharpest, most bitter and malevolent words. For he knew, that without a doubt, it was the truth. The truth could cause the greatest of pains, the most heartache above all else.
"Alone."
Was she really describing the painting...
The scene before him was like looking into a dull mirror. Or the dreariest of dreams. A crowd like dark specters floating by out of the corner of the viewer's eye, like figments of imagination. Their cheers, stories of old, and soft melodies falling on deaf ears. They were drowned out by the anticipation of blue ready to fall, yet unwilling to do so. The buildings towered over, running along red soaked streets to which the specters seemingly unnoticed, that they're trapped within a crimson the lights, music, beauty, wonder of the lively city, there was nothing but darkness inside, and out.
That's where they hid.
The bartender made it sound so simply a child could understand. But, demons were not easily tamed. Not ropes, yokes, or chains could hold them, not the brightest light could seem to hold them back. At least not his. Beneath the blue of his eyes, they festered and plot, feeding off the many transgressions of his past, the sins that can never be forgiven or repaid. Bathing in the blue as wrath, anger, pride, leading to the same conclusion, as its been that way since the beginning; Destruction and death.
"Or, maybe he drank too much tonight." A small smile graced her soft features as she spoke, yet this did little to soothe the rhythm of his heart or the oncoming storm in his eyes. "Sorry, overzealous psych major."
"No, I think you were probably right the first time."
He looked to her curiously with a tilt of his head. It was only a moment, but he thought he saw hiding in her green eyes something which had gone unnoticed before back at the bar. Sadness, anger or perhaps, frustration is what the hybrid saw. The true answer to how she understood him with hardly more than a glance, because no matter the circumstance a mere psych major was just not capable of such wisdom... But it was a mere flicker, so perhaps it had been a figment of his imagination, similar to how his surroundings seemed.
However, somethings are never known in this world, no matter how close you look or how clear everything appears...
Either way, Klaus gave it no more thought as he swept away like the wind, but without a slight breeze, or an even cool whisper.
This wasnt suppose to be romantic or anything, just a quick drabble, though it was meant to be longer. I know a lot of people dont like Klamille, but I do, so please no hate. Thanks for reading. Please review if you'd like, its much appreciated.