Apologies for the long hiatus but I promise, it's back.
For any interested parties, Lex's coming back right before 1x08
Three weeks ago, I left the French Quarter. Bought one of those cheap, vintage cars with a broken tailpipe and drove right off at dawn.
I was becoming too close to the Mikealson's. One blond hiared, blue eyed hybrid in particular. One that I needed to kill in order to gain my life. I had already died once but the beautiful hybrid's mother -Ester- is a powerful witch who wants him dead. So she brought me back to life to do the job. Once I do, I'm free. But, my deal with Ester is running out.
I have to kill Nikklaus Mikealeson -and soon- if I don't want to be dragged down to hell.
Everyone was on edge, Rebekah was ready to leave and the dynamic duo of Elijah and Klaus was back.
Klaus hadn't bothered me for the past few days except to come into my room and brood about his brother.
I had all my bags packed, I'd left a few cannisters of herbal teas that would help Hailey with the pregnancy and hung a few protection charms around the house. Charms that I ripped off immediatly after because it wasn't right.
I wanted him to die. So what if he saved your life, my little voice told me, if her knew why your really here he'd have killed you already.
I looked back and cringed at the velvet box placed on the center of my bed.
"Let's escape just one more time, dinner. Just the two of us.
-Klaus"
Inside was a small, antique locket bracelet with a portrait of me inside.
I burned the picture, because I knew it would hurt him. Because he'd be mad enough to try and kill me if I ever came back. Then, I hid the locket in the attic, behind one of the loose boards.
If felt wrong to take it with me but to throwing it on the bed also felt wrong. I couldn't taunt him with that.
I decied to write a note; I'm sorry.
That what it would say.
But I didn't have a moment to loose, they would be coming back soon.
So I burned that too.
"Here's the files you wanted on the Grayson girl,"
Klaus doesn't look up from his book, "Thank you Anthony, that'll be all."
Waiting until Anthony cleared the room he took a look at the folder.
It'd been, weeks without a note. Her movements untracable. He may not be able to get to her but he could look into ther past.
And boy did she have a reason to hate him. Anthony would have had a very promsing career as a PI, in a couple decades when he got the bloodlust in controll. She was the last of the blood mages. Of course, their magic was carried through their blood, even the werewolf curse couldn't block her from acessing her magic. Being the last blood mage also meant he'd been the one who killed all her former relatives.
So she came here out of curiosity or to live out some stupid revenge fantasy.
"Ignorant girl," he mutters to himself.
She also lost a lover a year back. Unimportant. Perchance for fine wine and white choclate.
He snorted, he could have figured that out by looking into the fridge.
"Anthony!" Klaus' shout echos through the house.
"Yes?" Anthony asks, rushing back up the stairs to be pelted in the face by the manilla envelope.
"What the is this?" Klaus questions, voice holding a dangerous edge, "I want more. Give me more! Give me something useful on her or I'll string you up by your digits and see how long it takes gravity to pull your fingertips. Find out where she is."
Anthony nodded at muttered under his breath.
"You're lucky your useful," Klaus hisses at him.
Werewolf senses mixed with a strengthening spell meant that I could hear Klaus' rant when I pulled my car off the main road.
I text: Nice to see ur mannrs havnt changed
Nik: Where are you?
Me: Close. Meet Big Auggie's 1a.m. Don't b late. Don't tell any1.
Nik: If I didn't know better I'd think you the serial killer.
Me: Only hav rm 4 1 psychopath in my 3, darlin
Nik: Until then, love
Everything was perfect. Klaus would be trapped the moment he stepped inside the bar. All the staff and the manager was paid off for the night and I still had the dagger.
Klaus came in, holding a bottle of...
"Bordeaux. I come bearing gift. From my collections this time. As kind as Elijah may be, he's poessive. Don't shoot," he calls, smiling as his eyes scan the room for me.
Too late, I think, quickly scoring the palms of my hands -one of the downsides to being a bloodmage- and holding them up, "sanguis vitae , sanguis meus est, o mors bonum est ignis jucundo!"
Klaus falls to the floor, dropping the bottle, spilling the the red liquid onto his white suit.
He'd cleaned up for this meeting. Hair pulled out of his face, whiskers shaven and he smelled like blood, amber and vanilla.
I walked forward, arcing the dagger to strike when his hand reached out to grab my right wrist, dagger still held high in my left.
"I'm sorry about your family, pet. If I'd know they created a creature like yourself I would have thought twice before I slaughtered them," he grimaces up at me, pushing aginst my strike, "You've gotten stronger."
"It's a spell. So you think this is about my family? Well, I guess it sort of is but I'm here to kill you Klaus. Apolgizing doesn't change what you've done," I reply.
I pull the dagger back, relaxing my stance. We both relax our shoulders. Then I strike once more.
Klaus' eyes widen in surprise but he still manages turn out of my grasp, twising my hands behind my back, pushing me against the bar counter.
He leans down and whispers in my ear, "I understand it's hard when you loose your family. I understand the need for revenge. To feel their blood coat your skin believe I know. That's why I'm going to give you one pass. That was it. I am going to let you go now and you're not going to strike me again. Agreed?"
I nod stiffly.
He let go of my and I twist my wrist, trying to get the circulation back.
"At least not for the deaths of family," I mutter.
He stares at me at that moment, incredulous before barking out in laughter, "Fair enough."
"You were planning your damnest to kill me and here I was, prepared to spend the rest of our time making it up to you?"
"As if we were a couple?" I gasped, "I don't date Originals."
That's good to know. My brother's already making eyes at Hayley and I'd hate for another Tatia fight." he smiles.
"I'm serious Klaus. This whole lightening the mood thing isn't working."
"I'm serious. You intrigue me and somewhere twisted underneath; I understand you. That bloodlust you can't fulfil. Trying to be innocent yet all-knowing. You're falling for me as I you. Before you left for the four month vacation without telling me. But your back, so that's water under the bridge," he pauses, voice deepening, becoming arrogant, "I see a very long future for us, however long that may be."
I turned away from him, needing a moment to think. This was the man I was about to kill? Ester had vastly underestimated her son.
"I could be your guide to the world," he whisperes into my ears, "Together, there isn't anything we can't accomplish."
"And what sort of fairy-tale world do you live in?" I ask, my voice weaker than I wanted, "I'm not here to play hookie or be your date."
Klaus just looks at me, mouth in an unamused line, eyebrow cocked.
I chuckle, "You thought I invited you here for a romantic rondez-vous. That I'd admit my mistake in leaving you and throw myself at you. You honestly didn't expect the dagger?"
"I expected you'd attack me with quite a few weapons. Not something so deadly," he amends, "but loosing family isn't easy."
"I was six you know. When you broke into our family home and killed them. I don't remember your face but I remeber the blood."
"My condolences."
"But you're wrong about revenge. The need, the thirst to make them feel what your family went through, the screaming pain; that's a yes. But the blood," I shook my head, "Never the blood. I still remember it. It was warm and fresh so it flowed everywhere, my clothes were stained. I had to swim in it, a tub of red when they bathed me afterwards. I never want that blood covering me again. I'm an angry person Nikklaus but I'm not cut out for anger." My motives for killing you are strictly selfish.
"Then how about a drink?" he asks, about to pop the bottle, "Unless you still haven't gotten it out of your system."
"I try to limit the number of atempted murders I commit in a day," I reply, grabbing the closest cup-like container and holding it out to Klaus.
"So what have you been doing in Vermont?" Klaus asks.
"Escaping you. I thought I got rid of the last of your tails in Michigan." I sighed.
"You're talented but I'm still better at the game."
"I'm a blood mage, the last one on North America in an already dwindling population. I also happen to have werewolf genes -that I haven't triggered- from my father's side. I can to New Orleans to celebrate my birthday but stayed for the hybrid who's trying to start a war. And even though I left I had to come back because someone very scary will k- I made a deal with them. That's all I can tell you now. So what've you been up to?" I asks, taking a breath.
"Nothing much. Decapitated a few vampires, ripped the hearts out of a few more. Fought with my brother, fought with Marcel. I finally got my house back but now they witches are getting ornery."
"Let's keep talking. I didn't have anything planned for this meeting since I thought you'd be on the floor bleeding for most of it."
"Then let me give this back to you first." He holds out the locket.
"I can't take this."
"You can, and you will."
"If I take this then you win.
"Then why delay the inevitable?" he smiles at me mischievously, tone becoming serious "Would you like to know why I didn't give up hope? Don't bother interrupting I'm going to speak anyways so just drink your wine. You didn't part with the necklace* I gave you. It meant that you hadn't given up on me. It meant those few hours outside of the Quarter meant something to you. You care for me little wolf; you couldn't kill me then and you couldn't kill me now. You're utterly, completely mine. "
I rolled my eyes, he leaned down to kiss me. Which was very, distracting. His lips on mine, his hands traveling down my body and back. I felt like a livewire, sparks jolting my skin wherever we met.
Which made it that much harder to hold the stake -still in my hands- steady and angle it upwards, avoiding his ribs.
I'm so sorry Klaus. I thought, kissing him back hard.
Then the vampires barged in.
My dagger clattered to the floor and Klaus speeded away from me. His eyes going from the witches to me and then the dagger.
The shock on his face transformed to confusion, to understanding, to rage.
*If you're wondering what the necklace looks like : . /earth/images/6_0_0_GeoGallery/specimen4091_
