Surprise! I'm back! And I would like to deeply apologize to all of you, because it's almost been a year since I last updated, and it's horrible! I would also like to say that my reason being that I had a death in the family back in April, and my inspiration just went down the drain. But, when TVD started playing again, I got it back, even if Elijah is in The Originals now (no spoilers, I haven't watched The Originals!). I didn't drop the story, but I have decided that there will only be a few chapters left and an epilogue. I know this all feels so far away, now two seasons later, but I hope you all still like it, and thanks for sticking with me everyone! Sorry again. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I wish, but nope.
Behind the Glass
"I have to go." It hit me, then, that I was in his house, alone with him. I didn't know what to do with myself and my feelings for him. All I knew was that I didn't want to humiliate myself when I find out that he wants nothing to do with me. "I should go back."
I made my way to the door, hearing Elijah following me. I left the door open as I walked down the few steps, and didn't stop walking as I looked over my shoulder. Elijah was standing with the door open, but before I could look at his face, I turned away. It felt good when he brought me to his house, but I knew that I couldn't stay. I decided to run, using my new vampire speed. The wind blowing through my hair, and the feeling of almost flying, it was amazing. So I ran, faster than any human could run. It was awhile before I realized that I had no idea where I was. After I found a street sign that I recognized, I stuck to the roads, finding that it was easier and simpler to find my way back to Klaus's.
I walked through the front door, taking off my jacket as I kicked it shut. I really need a shower and some clean clothes, I thought as I made my way into the living room. Of course, my bags of new clothes were not where I had set them down almost a full day ago. Still holding my jacket, I went in search of my bags, searching almost every room. When I heard my heels echo throughout the house, I paused.
As I listened, I found that there were only two rooms in the house that were making any noise. The first was in the front of the house, where two people were talking. The other room was in the back of the house, and what I heard was somewhat of a pattern. It sounded a little familiar, but it peeked my interest.
When I was outside the door, I hesitated. Thoughts drifted through my head, thinking about what evil things could be behind the door. But I took a hold of the door knob, despite my fears, and pushed the door open. The scene in front of me was something that I probably would have never guessed. Paintings were spread around the room, different colors, swirls, lines, knots and shapes of all kind, splattered on each canvas. Some were hung up on the wall, while others were leaning against each other, and more were still on the easels, with a makeshift walkway to weave throughout the room. When I took a step inside, I noticed someone at a half white canvas, their paintbrush stroking blue paint across the bottom.
"Klaus?"
When I called out his name, the paint brush in his hand stopped moving as he froze. Then, as if catching himself, he finished the stroke. After a few seconds, he turned his head to the side, the right side of his face showing, the rest of his body still towards the canvas. "You know, it's not polite to sneak up on someone."
"You're a thousand year old vampire. That's your fault if you weren't listening."
Fully turning around now, he didn't look happy. His words came out slowly, making me clench my fists. "What is so important, that you had to come in here and disturb me?"
Basically, why was I speaking to him at "such an important time." I mentally rolled my eyes. "Where are my bags?"
He smiled then, but not a friendly one. This one made him look like he was ready to rip my throat out. Klaus stood, went over to a small table filled with art supplies, and emptied his hands. Standing straight, he slowly made his way towards me, his hands clasped behind his back. When he was mere inches away from me, he stopped. His voice came out as a whisper, angry, and his eyes turned yellow while the veins around his eyes darkened. "You're bags?" He laughed, though we both knew it was not out of humor.
I stared at him, feeling my eyes turn yellow as well. It was just some stupid painting, and its not like I made him mess up or anything. He could always go back to it. So, knowing that he was going to yell at me some more, or worse, I decided to get out of there. "Fine. I'll find them myself."
I left, slamming the door behind me, and went to search the rest of the rooms that I hadn't been through yet. Thankfully, Klaus didn't follow me. I didn't understand why he was so upset about it. I only walked into the room, and was so surprised that I said his name, which made him stop. He didn't have to get mad about it.
I thought about how much Klaus was bugging me, and I was suddenly throwing a chair against the wall. The chair cracked in several places, and fell onto the floor, splitting into several smaller pieces. But, I held my breath to suppress any extra anger. I didn't need to be throwing things, or letting that little argument get to me. So, I searched some more, and, luckily, found them. My shopping bags were in a closet in the hallway.
I found a bathroom and locked the door, though that would only stop a human. After a short shower, I found a towel, dried off, and then put on a brand new outfit. Once cleaned and clothed, I made my way downstairs, in search of maybe something to eat, or an activity to take my mind off of some things.
I was surprised when I reached the bottom of the staircase and saw my father standing in the kitchen. Klaus was there, standing in front of him, and there were two hybrids standing behind my father, and another at the edge of the kitchen, out of the way. Klaus and my father were glaring at each, and my father was standing with his hands clenched at his sides, anger obviously shown in his posture. Klaus looked normal, his knowing look and smirk making him seem relaxed, yet slightly angry at the same time. I didn't catch the first half of that sentence, since I entered half way through the conversation.
"-knew you were spending many hours conversing with your witch friends, and turning two hybrids against me. Do not think I am arrogant, Jared Demar." Klaus somewhat growled, and anyone could plainly see the betrayal on his face.
My father didn't even twitch as Klaus spit out his name. "Yes Klaus, I am sired to you, but that is all. I will continue to do my duty as a Demar, with those I trust, and you, Mikaelson, are not on that list."
Klaus mumbled something so quiet that I couldn't hear. I wasn't trying to listen, but when my ears honed in, it was too late; He had finished.
"Do it now, Jared," one of the hybrids behind my father said. He must have been one that Klaus said had turned against him. He took a step closer to stand by my father's side, while my father pulled something out of his pocket. The next few moments were a blur, but I knew exactly what was happening. There was a stake in his hand, and from what he knew, a regular wooden stake wouldn't kill Klaus. It was a white oak stake, aiming straight for the Original's heart.
"Dad!" I screamed as the white oak stake went into Klaus's chest, which made my father look at me. Klaus gasped as it went deep into his chest, falling to one knee. But what surprised me the most was that he didn't burst into flames.
"You missed," Klaus hissed, his smile turning evil. He slowly lifted his hand to the wood emanating from his chest, and gripped it. In a blink of an eye, the stake was ripped from his chest, and his hand drove into my father's.
He screamed, but only for a few more seconds as Klaus yanked his hand back out, heart in hand. As my father's body fell to the floor, I felt my own heart clench, a sob escaping from my mouth. I was next to my dad, kneeling by his head. I touched the side of his face, tears running down my cheeks."No," I whispered. The only family I ever had, gone, I thought, by the hands of my sire.
Every sound in the room faded as my hand slipped into my dad's hair and I leaned my forehead on his. Tears slipped off my face and onto his. I felt my body shake with the loss, and my heart beat for nothing. I felt empty, with no one there to protect me from the things that I was scared of, to keep joking around with, or to hold me when I cried. Gone. "What were you thinking?" I whispered to him. He must have known that Klaus was going to kill him.
Remembering that he was in the room, I stood up, my hand falling form his head while the tears didn't stop, with shaky legs, and turned towards Klaus. He was standing with his shoulders stiff and blood literally on his hands. While I was crying over my dad's body, Klaus had killed the two other hybrids that were in liege with my dad to plot against him. And then the next thing I knew, I was being held up against the wall, Klaus's hand holding me up off the floor by my throat. "You won't kill me," I told him, but it came out as a whisper and a gasp.
Klaus tightened his grip, making me tilt my head up and grab at his hand with my fingers, but the blood made it slippery. Half of me wanted him to kill me, to let me be with my father again- I wanted to be with him so I wasn't alone, and so that he wasn't alone. But the other half of me knew he wouldn't be, because my mother was on the other side. This half of me wanted to live, to discover the world, to learn more secrets. I wanted to explore the globe, which would take a lifetime, and I wanted to fall in love. I could do all of that, and bring my father justice by keeping the Demar name known, including all that I know.
Klaus growled, pushing me harder against the wall. Through his teeth, he said, "And what makes you say that, sweetheart?"
"You need me." When he didn't rip my throat out, I continued. "You won't kill me, because you just killed my dad. I know everything that he knew, and more. I have sources."
"Why do you believe that these sources are something that I desire?" He stepped closer. "I'm an Original vampire; I have my own."
"I know witches, and some of the oldest vampires," I said, fighting for my life with words. I needed to survive, to keep the Demar knowledge going. "They tell me things, secrets that involve the Bennett witches, the powerful spells, the curses that only a few know exist. Vampires tell me all the gossip; those who are running from who, and for what reason. All I have to do is make a phone call, and I can get answers. I know all about bloodlines, and even things about the werewolves."
Klaus's eyes looked into my eyes as he stood in silence. He stepped closer still, "Prove it. Tell me one specific thing that will convince me to spare your life, and if you're lying, I will rip your heart out, same as your dear daddy over there."
I searched my mind, which was getting foggy with all of the pain that Klaus was putting me through, shooting through my body. There was only one thing that I was coming up with, but it was one of the bigger secrets. I wanted to save that, but it was the clearest secret that I could think about, so I told him. "I know who the Original werewolves are. The ones that killed your brother."
I didn't look away from Klaus, letting him see that it was all true. There were original werewolves, just like the vampires, but they weren't made by a witch like the vampires were. I knew by the look in his eyes that he believed me. It all made sense anyways. Everything had to be the first at some point, and it was true. I knew who they were, and that over a thousand years ago; I knew who the exact wolf was that killed the Mikaelson brother.
Seconds ticked by, but it felt like hours. Klaus looked in shock, but he must have known that there were Original werewolves. When he was still silent, another voice spoke up. "I believe her Niklaus. And she's right, she does have sources. We could use her. I have already spoken to a few people, made a few phone calls, and her information is valid."
I looked over Klaus's shoulder, and met Elijah's eyes. He was saving my life, I realized, even if it was for Klaus's benefit. I didn't know how he knew that my information was real, given that I hadn't told him anything.
"Niklaus." Elijah's voice echoed throughout the room.
Klaus released me, making me fall to the floor. I put a hand to my neck, feeling the blood from his hands. While I closed my eyes, another tear slipping through my lashes, he walked away from me, half pacing across the room. "Find me Johann, then. He's a vampire who's been hiding from me for hundreds of years, and he has possession of something that doesn't belong to him."
With that, Klaus left the room. I had no idea why he asked that instead of getting the names of the Original wolves. It's something that I would have wanted to know. But it wasn't my life, so I let it go, and let my head fall back against the wall, feeling my whole body ache. I let my eyes land on my dad lying dead in the middle of the kitchen.
Memories flashed through my mind; When I was little, and he held me for so long when Mom died; I saw the first time he kissed one of my worse bruises, and that being the only time that it actually did feel better; I remembered when he taught me how to ride a bike, and letting me have my first sleep over; When we first moved after an accident happened in town, and I lost all of my friends; When I found him with his shirt covered in blood for the first time after he told me to hide when someone broke into our house, and he told me that everything was going to be alright; I saw the day he taught me how to drive the lawn mower; And I remembered when Dean died in the pool in our backyard, and he told me about the curse; When I turned for the first time, he was right there next to me, turning along with me; When he told me that for a living, he learned about the supernatural secrets, and everything worth knowing; And the day that he decided that I should turn by myself, which I hated him for, for long weeks. Through all of it, the good and the bad, my dad was there through it all, even when I now just realized it. For my whole life I had been looking behind the glass, not grateful. But now, I could see clearly. My dad was always there for me, no matter what.
Tears were still sliding down my cheeks when a hand touched my knee. I opened my eyes to see Elijah, crouched down next to me, sympathy plain in his eyes. But no matter how much I wanted to be comforted, I didn't want it now, not with my dad still there. I needed to bury him first.
I stood up and walked past Elijah, not looking him directly in the eyes. When I was beside my dad again, I saw how his skin had changed color with death, and his eyes blank. I looked away, down at the ground when Elijah stopped next to me. "I need to bury him." I paused, not sure if he would approve. "There's a cemetery back in New York. My mom is buried there, along with her sister. The cemetery director knows my family, and he'll take care of everything."
He nodded with understanding, and then leaned down and picked up my dad's limp form. "I'll take you both there," Elijah said while making his way out the front door, my dad thrown over his shoulder. My cheeks were now completely dry from tears, as I followed the Original out the front door, and went to bury my dad. There was a new emotion slowly growing inside me, and I found myself smiling instead. My dad wouldn't die in vain. That I was sure of.
This was the moment that first inspired me to write this story, which is also why I dropped off the map. I wanted a cause and effect, so I wrapped everything around this chapter. The remnants of her life, now gone. Hope you still stick with me! Like I said earlier, only a handful of chapters left.
Yours Truly,
OnyxRing
