Alma seemed to get caught up in the going ons of the Mikaelsons. Elijah was everything she expected and hoped him to be. This time, she wasn't surprised at how dashing a Mikaelson was. He was well mannered, well groomed and was one articulate cookie; still every bit as interesting as his brother.
"Are you all so good looking?" She asked, feigning a swoon. She would just love to see the rest of them, but she was content with the two she had.
She got a kick out of watching all the scenes unfold. She watched with rapt attention when Klaus spoke of his newest plans and strategies. He never quit. He'd run into an obstacle, jump up and brush himself off, then start again.
He was... Admirable.
And then he gave away Elijah.
It was a cruel, awful thing to do. Alma had never seen anything like it and she's seen lots of things. Did he have no respect for his brother at all? Faithful Elijah stood by his brothers side and had nothing to show for it.
After that, Alma gave Klaus the cold shoulder. For a while.
It was just so hard watching him run around all high and mighty and proud. He should feel awful. The guilt should eat away at him. He should sit down every night and think about what he did and instantly want to get his brother back.
But no. It was "all part of the plan". Well, the plan sucked and Alma figured he ought to know that. She doesn't come out of hiding that often but when she does, she does.
So, Klaus was pretty shocked when a kitchen knife soared straight past his head and stabbed into the wall (she just couldn't bring herself to throw it at his head). At first he thought, 'Rebekah.' But no, he would have heard her. He would have heard anyone. People don't just sneak up on him. Ever.
He turned around to face his attacker. 'How dare that little... Mouse of a girl attack me! And oh, that glare she has frozen on her face.' He had a smile on his face but it quickly twisted into a sneer.
"Do you know who you're dealing with, love?" He asked.
He just liked to think he was so deadly, so terrifying. 'Well, Klaus Mikaelson, you've just met you're match.' Alma might have thought he was fearsome if she hadn't seen the way he threw hissy fits when he was alone with his family.
The hands by Alma's sides balled up into fists. "I do," she said, trying to keep an even tone.
"Then how do you think you could just come into my home and play these games with me." He never gave her a second to reply; he wasn't in the mood. He'd get information on her eventually. In a second he was by her side, reaching out for her neck.
He stared in astonishment at the empty air. His hands were grasping at nothing. "Oh, how typical," he heard her annoying voice snap from behind him. "You tried to kill me!"
"That's... That's not right," Klaus muttered, slowly turning around to face her. He should've had hold of her; he should've snapped her neck like a twig. There was no possible way she could be faster than him.
"You can't kill me, you idiot!" She said, crossing her arms. "I'm already dead!"
At first, Klaus thought she meant she was dead as in vampire dead. It took him a second to realize there was no second heartbeat in the room. He couldn't smell her at all. She hadn't run from him. She had vanished.
Klaus started chuckling. And then he started laughing. "No," he said. "No, that's not..." He turned away and brought a hand up to his head. And here he thought he had seen everything in his 1000 years of existence.
He composed himself before turning back to her. He still had that stupid grin on his face. "Okay, spirit from the beyond: what have you to say to me? Are you here to bring me a message? Or here to judge for all my ill willed deeds on Earth?"
Alma's jaw dropped. He's condescending even to ghosts. Well, how friggin shocking.
She stuttered for a moment, too overcome with anger to collect her thoughts. Eventually, she got the words out. "You gave away you're brother. How could you?"
"Ah, so you are here to judge me." He said, turning away from her.
"I'm here because you're an ass and you need to get your brother back!" Her voice raised to a shout. The way he acted so nonchalant about everything made her (nonexistent) blood boil.
"How do you even know about Elijah?" He asked, still walking away from her. His voice had lost its carelessness. He sounded strained.
He finally stopped in front of his cabinet of liquor and pulled out a bottle. "I would offer you a drink but well... Uh." He smirked as he looked back at her and shrugged.
'Oh, I see. The drink would go right through me, ha ha ha. Hilarious, Klaus. Friggin comedian of the year.'
Alma chose to ignore his slight. "I know everything, Klaus."
"Well, aren't you the nosy one." He murmured, seeming more interested in his brandy than anything else.
"Well, what else am I supposed to do?" Alma snorted. It's pretty hard not to be nosy when you're a ghost.
Klaus finally turned back to look at her. His footsteps were loud as he slowly walked to stand in front of her. "Figure it out." He leaned down till he was face to face with her and then very clearly said, "Just leave me alone."
Alma was put in place just long enough for him to leave the room. "Wait! This conversation has barely started!"
Klaus sighed as he walked into the other room to see her reclining comfortably in a chair. "Now..." She said, twirling a steak knife in her hand. "About Elijah..."