Tangled Up In Blue
CHAPTER 1
It was a horrible feeling, being unloved. Feeling so unwanted by the entire world, like every god-given force, passive or aggressive was trying it's best to work against you. It was horrible. It was demeaning, and Klaus Mikealson knew it well..
He closed his eyes against the cool night air and allowed himself to sink back into the breaches of that terrible, fateful night several weeks ago. That night had been the darkest of many dark nights he'd experienced in his terribly dark life. There was no light in is life. None. There never had been.
Every time he closed his eyes he would return to that night. The night he had lost everything. Lost everything inside of himself that he considered even remotely human. And he knew exactly who was to blame for it. And who would pay for it.
His father, the great, terrible, tyrant King Mikeal. Or at least, the man he'd grown to believe was his father. Oh how wrong he was.
His whole life had been a pure deceitful lie based off of the lie that Mikael was his father. Finding this out, when he had never even begun to expect it had destroyed something inside of him. Even more so because of the relief Mikael had had at the idea that the bastard child was not his blood.
What had he ever done to deserve such ireful hate? His mother's transgressions had hardly been his fault. Perhaps if the stupid old man had actually been around for his wife instead of going off galavanting about in the Viking wars to further his power in the land... well, they wouldnt be in this predicament in the first place, would they? Klaus knew that without his mother's love for a mystery man than he would never had been born, not that he cared. He didnt have much of a life to be worried about losing. He had nothing to live for except the darkness that kept him company these past years. Nothing.
And he had grown accustom to this, even grew fond of the darkness. The thought that no one cared for him. It was.. freeing. Freeing that he didn't have to live up to anything because everyone already thought the worst of him, no doubt his real father would feel the same as Mikael.. It was freeing and yet the most lonely and unbearable thing he had ever felt.
At his deepest core, Klaus Mikeaelson was a sad, desperate little boy who longed for a place to belong. He wanted to be understood and loved, but nobody offered him such luxuries -and he hated it. He grew envious of others fortune. Of others happiness. Even his own family's. So here he was, his eyes shut as he relived some of his worst and most painful memories. And for what? To draw in even more agony from all of the things he had lost. And the things he would never have? No. Despite how he knew he felt inside and the deep hole in his heart where those people who he thought cared about him used to be he was a man on a mission..
Klaus was a warrior. A fighter. He had grown up with the principles of a Viking father: 'A warrior never shows his weaknessess,' he had told him countless times. Mikael wanted him to be strong? To fight for what he believed was a noble cause? Well, his father was about to get what he'd always wanted: a fight.
For all the hate he still held for the man he believed his father that was the only thing he was grateful for. Through the physical and psychological abuse he endured from Mikael it was what had made him the man he was today. The man Mikael would soon learn to fear. Klaus was going to take something from him that he valued so much more that his bastard son, and then, he was going to get on a ship and sail to a new land, start a new life. He was going to find his real father. The man he was robbed of the chance to know as a boy.
He was going to be happy. Get what he had been robbed of in life because of Mikael. Because of his mothers lies and his family's broken promises. He would be a King. A King to an army of those he had so recently discoved, shared his bloodline. His true heritage was not one of nobility and blue-blooded men. No. His bloodline was far more ancient and primally animalistic.
Werewolves. The beasts that even those who claimed they didn't believe they were anything but a legend feared.
The most loyal and fearsome creatures to walk the Earth. Klaus would find his pack, and when he found his pack, he would find his true father. There was only one problem: Klaus had no idea who the man even was. Furthermore, he didn't even know that much about being a werewolf.
It was only something he had discovered shortly after finding out Mikael wasn't his real father. Another reason he wanted nothing more then to find his father, despite his fears of what he might think of him. He would find his pack. His father. And he would be their King.
It was in his blood.
An old woman in the village had approached him once and told him that his story had been written in the stars, that she saw the image of a young female wolf who was held captive, waiting for him. His true soulmate. Of course, Klaus hadn't believed her. He found the entire concept to be tediously ridiculous. He couldnt even make a friend, how could he possibly have a soulmate?
Why would he believe it? He had never believed in anything even remotely like that. One of the reasons being the side of him that hated the fact that someone of something knew something about his future that he didn't and the other side of him in disbelief that someone could love him. Or even remotely care for him.
It was his instinctual parainoia, brought out by those closest to him always being the most willing to betray his truest heart. Now, to him, everthing around him was a threat. That's the amount of darkness that caged his if somehow this unknown woman was his soulmate. A female wolf who would love him despite everything he would never trust her. His paranoia caused by Mikael and all the lies in his life had tossed away even the thought.
Even if somehow this unknown woman was his soulmate. A female wolf who would love him despite everything he would never trust her. His paranoia caused by Mikael and all the lies in his life had tossed away even the thought.
But still, Klaus couldn't help his curiosity at the "held captive" aspect of the story the old woman had told him.
Was she like him? Lost and alone in the world, chained to her mere existence by the misery that beheld her? Was it possible for someone to be as damaged and broken as he? That thought allowed him the tiniest glimmer of hope, a hope that he knew would fade the instant that something went wrong. He tried to push back this feeling of hope, as he did the very few rare times he had felt this before. But just the thought, that there was someone else out there, someone who could feel his pain and accept everything that pain brought to him was something he knew could only happen in his dreams. No one, no woman, could be as broken and flawed as he believed himself to be.
It was impossible. Klaus truly doubted that there was someone left in the world as chilled by hurt and deeply, deeply wounded as him, but only time would tell, he supposed. For now, he had to focus on getting his revenge against Mikael for the latest atrocity against him; one that had occured on the fateful night of the last full moon...
Be it because all of his emotions were heightened on that night or just his pure anger at the King but he had came to the answer that the only way he could get any peace would be to take away the one thing Mikael loved..
Not that Mikael loved anything really. He really was that much of a tyrannical beast.
He had no emotions that could ever relate to any human being.. Klaus knew that better then anyone. He'd been on the recieving end of that man's sword far too many times. Klaus already knew that if he went through with his plan against him, he'd be hunted down for the rest of his days. But, it was a risk that he was wiling to take- he had to get as far away from that man as possible. He would rather die trying to escape his reaches than remain the King's punching bag for eternity. That was a fact.
And as for everything that the world would toss at him after, he knew that he would get the endgame he desired. Victory or death. He found himself not caring which one as long as he managed to drag Mikael down in the process.
And he would.
He would become Mikael's eternal misery, and he was going to start with taking his precious treasures.
One. By. One.
Until Mikael was only able to look around him and see nothing but his pure loneliness once everything else was ruthlessly stolen from him. Stolen by the unworthy bastard child he had practically tortured.
And shoved in the face of the kindom, for all of his worshippers to see. The great Klaus Mikaelson was about to rise up and roar, and once he let the world hear his voice, there would be no going back. He would be free. Forever. He would start by going back to the monstrosity of a Palace that he'd called home for his entire life, and been so mercilissly kicked out of the instant he'd triggered his werewolf curse. He would go home, and he would take whatever the hell he wanted.
He didn't care what consequences he should have been considering. Or just how many guard Mikael would have watching over his prized possessions as well as himself.
He was Klaus bloody Mikaelson after all. He didn't need a reason to do anything. But, the one thing he did consider was giving the Busboy a handsome tip to let him through the gates unseen. Yes, that seemed like a good thing to do. Getting in would be the easy part, it was getting out that he failed to consider.
Getting into situations had been something Klaus Mikaelson had mastered. Getting out? Not in the slightest. He had a plan though. Despite it being poorly thought out and rushed it was a plan and gave him enough confidence to carry this out. Carry out his revenge.
He'd never had to think much about that. If something went wrong, he usually found himself uttering the words "My Father is the King," followed by several threats that involved graphic depictions of hangings in the town square.
He didnt have that anymore. He couldn't say his father was the King. Especially after what he was so close to doing.. and oddly enough he found himself okay with it. It was the first time he'd felt truly himself in years. Since the first time Mikael had stolen away his purity and innocence.
Being free from being "Mikael Mikaelsons Son" and "The Kings Son" was something he had never expected to feel. But now that he did, it was like a little glimmer of light to his endless darkness.
Who was he? Was his name even Niklaus? Was it possible that he could free himself from the clutches of that monster's name? Perhaps he would never know, but everything was worth a shot a trying to learn.
He tried his best to shake himself from these thoughts, wanting to focus his attention on his plan against Mikael. The man who had taken everything from him. Taken away the chance he had to be raised as a wolf by his real father.
Yes. Those thoughts were enough to make his blood boil something terrible and if he was going to go with his plan and execute it to perfection, then he was going to need all the angry determination he could muster. He couldn'd afford to let his focus slip. Not now.
Not after everything he had sacrificed and went through to get to where he was now. Standing as his own man. Not as Mikaels son. Not as the weak bastard child his family thought him to be.
But as the newly formed Klaus. Klaus, the fearsome wolf. The man who would one day be King. That was his new vow. A vow he made to himself and by himself. Not with his family. One that he knew would not be broken.
He was in this alone, and for once, he didn't mind the solitary confines of his own thoughts. At least he couldn't ever betray himself. Betrayal, lies, manipulation, slaughter... these were all things that came with being a Mikaelson. Something he no longer wanted to be apart of. He wanted to be King of his people, not mortals. Not the ones Mikael ruled over ruthlessly. The wolfs. His pack. His people.
People who would understand him to his deepest core. Among his bretheren, he would be an equal, even as a King. He would ensure it. He wouldn't become like the man who had poorly raised him.
Wolves, after all, were beautifully majestic and powerful creatures. Klaus refused to waste his time lording himself above petty humans that did not truly understand power. Mikael was a tyrant, nothing more. He existed to rule his people with an iron fist, not stand and fight beside them, nuturing them with whatever their leader had to offer. As King, Klaus would do the latter.
He would show mercy to those if they deserved it. He would rule with respect towards his brethren and people would line up to protect and serve him because of the respect he would gain from this. He would get what he had always wanted but still even if he got all of this he couldn't shake the feeling something would be missing..
Klaus' thoughts drifted to the woman, the wolf, the old woman had told him about.
He laughed mockingly at himself for even letting his thoughts stray to such a far off place. The story may have simply remained just that: a story. No more, no less. Hell, the old woman could've been completely off her rocker for all he knew. But no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, he found himself believing in the story. You could almost say that he felt it in his bones.
It was almost as though there was a part of his soul missing, and it was out there, calling to him like the low doleful drone of a howling wolf.
He closed his eyes tightly and sighed deeply, shaking his head. He couldn't shake this feeling, the wolf side of him practically screaming at him..
This woman... if she really did exist... he had to find her.
He had to.
It was something he felt like he had no control over.. he would find her. He made up his stubborn mind right then and there.
He was going to enact his plan on the morrow, at first light. That way, Mikael wouldn't have time to see him coming. The tidal wave that was part one in Klaus' revenge plot would hit the following day at dawn, and then he would set out looking for his pack, and the young woman.
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