After Klaus had left she practically bolted from her spot on the chair to the room he indicated. The room like the rest of the house was spotless, nothing out of place and she became bored-fast. Deciding that the chance that she might run into someone was the same as if she stayed in her room; so she began to wonder the house. She kept wondering till she found a studio. Paintings lined the walls half if not most were piled together having no home for them. The paintings mesmerized her, she saw Klaus in every single one. Either it be his point of view or the raw emotion he displayed. These were him and they said so much more than he would let you on to believe. Every single one was time or memory that he felt something.
However there was one painting that caught her attention, like the first painting she had seen by Klaus this one was full of emotion of betrayal that even she could feel it. Looking at it she could feel the pain he was feeling like it was just under her skin. It only solidified what she already knew. Hating this man would not happen.
"Who could hurt you so…" the question was out of her mouth before she could stop it and she was so enthralled by his work that she didn't sense him comeback from where ever he was.
"You should ask them." Startled she turned around, but still effected by his work she had done something neither anticipated.
It was a simple hug, something a sister would give a brother when one was in pain. She knew he was in pain, not physical and not easily seen. He didn't hug her back but he was also too astonished by her actions he didn't even pull her away either. So it couldn't be said that the hug lasted very long once she realized what she was doing she stopped.
"I'm sorry; I don't know what came over me." Looking down she noticed that the edge of his sleeve was bloodied and it looked fresh. "You killed Evan."
If he was astonished by her calm if not chastising tone he didn't show it, only smirked as if he was the cat who caught the canary. "You should have warned me that your pet was a rapist who liked to prey on young girls."
"You know the big bad wolf routine isn't going to affect me, love." It was a simple statement and she had yet again patted his cheek as if he were a mere child. Klaus did not like being mocked and that is all she seemed to do. However before he could say anything she had interrupted his oncoming tirade. "I really liked that shirt you know, it's a shame; I was going to steal it."
"Listen here you insolent child, you do don't get to mock me in my own home, I could tear you limb from limb in a matter of seconds."
"But you're not."
"No I'm not." It was like all the fight he had in him was gone, and before she knew it he was gone.
"Stupid vampires can't they just leave like normal people?" Althea mumbled to herself, practically stomping out of the room before slamming the door shut.
"No they can't I find they have a need to do it, however I think my brother likes to do so simply for that exact reaction."
"That's nice and you are?" Althea asked her guard drawn back up. Any sign she was frustrated gone a smooth mask of humorous indifference in its place.
"Freya Mikaelson, have you known my brother long?"
"Just met actually-" Althea said waving her hand as if to say it was of no matter.
"-and yet you are a guest at our home."
"It's a beautiful home." But the icy look Freya was giving her sent chills up her back, Freya was easily as strong if not stronger than her and it seemed Freya knew it.
"That's a lot of magic inside such a young girl." It wasn't a question and even though she acted very much like Klaus she had no doubt that Freya would actually kill her.
"I guess I'm lucky." But before Freya could say anything else Althea cloaked herself moving as quickly as she could away from her as possible and for the time being she had yet to make her acquaintance again.
Sleep that night evaded her. She didn't know why it was tonight as she had been there a total of three days. Elijah the elusive older brother had been in the house staying only a couple hours at a time, each time he entered she would yet again cloak herself and she has yet to know if Klaus or his sister has informed the rest of the family that she was there.
She spent most of her free time either reading or talking with Klaus. Most of the time Klaus acted like he just tolerated her and her mocking personality. He also made it clear that if he wanted he could snap her neck and think nothing of it. She would have believed him but she didn't. He hadn't even tested to see if her claims of shared immortality were true. He in fact seemed not to even trust her in the kitchen anymore as she had severely cut and burned her hands trying to make herself a meal. She did this to show him her accelerated healing however it back fired and she became banned from the kitchen.
"I can't have you kill yourself until I get a proper answer other than 'magic' from you."
Althea only beamed at him before patting his cheek taking the meal he offered out of his hands. This was not the Klaus she heard so much about. Every time he went to show her that he was a big bad wolf she only rolled her eyes in response. After all he was just a big bunny. An old demon bunny: but a bunny all the same.
A/N I apologise for such a short chapter, hope you liked it. For those looking at my Grammar/Spelling, it's not going to get any better, I'm sorry. For it to get better I would need a beta writer and this was written because I was bored. On that note I shall post the next chapter tomorrow!
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