Klaus' irritation grew with every sheet of paper he tore from his sketch book and threw with deadly aim at the fire that burned across the room. His jaw locked as he touched the paper with his pencil once again and started to draw. Despite the anger that burned inside the pencil glided across the paper leaving flawless marks. The edges of the photo were not sharp instead they flowed smooth and beautiful just as every drawing he had ever made.
"Bloody hell." He finally snarled as he looked at the finished drawing, it was the same as all the rest. His fingers lifted to the paper and his thumb glided over her face. Caroline stared back at him with soft laughing eyes and an angelic genuine smile curled onto her lips. Klaus moved to rip this picture out just as he had done all the rest but found the cover off his book falling down to hide the baby vampire from sight.
Rising from his seat he dropped the book onto the couch he had just vacated and headed for the liquor cabinet he had recently added to his personal sanctuary. With his siblings running amuck in the house he knew there wouldn't be any bourbon, scotch, or brandy left in the house if he didn't hide any. Kol loved to drink and Rebekah would always try to outdo him. He eyed the crystal glass in his hand as if the liquid inside was the sole reason for his current dilemma. "Stop pouting." The voice of his sister cut through his thoughts and with a growl from deep within his chest he turned to face her. "Get out." The order was sharp and carried a threat to which Rebekah simply smiled and sauntered down the steps towards the liquor cabinet. "So this is where it all went." Klaus' blue eyes followed his sister across the room and his grip on the glass tightened the closer she came to him. "Honestly Niklaus," She sighed as if disappointed in him as she turned to face him, her hands on her hips. "She betrayed us, tried to kill us."
Klaus didn't have to ask who she was talking about instead when he spoke it was to reiterate his order to get out. After a long minute Rebekah rolled her eyes and grabbed the bottle that sat on the red oak table and headed for the steps. "This is beginning to be pathetic, a lot like Elijah and his infatuation with the doppelganger." He stepped towards his sister but before another step could be taken Rebekah was gone. Turning at the waist he threw the glass at the fire and just like the drawings it landed exactly where he wanted it to, the fire bursting to life from the flammable liquid. He watched as it died back down and the roaring of the flame returned to the soft crackle and he wished with all his might that his feelings for Caroline would do the very same.