Chapter Twelve. A Martyr Grows Cold Tonight.
Part two.
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Klaus strolls after the younger, obnoxious vampire. Her group of friends are entertaining at times but they can also be a nuisance like no other. Mainly, because they are young. And young people are foolish and arrogant. They do not think beyond the need to have control, to earn approval and to judge everything around them. Klaus has been there to witness this through all the centuries—it never changed. But perhaps that is the key to their silly lives.
When he was travelling through Asia in the late 1700's, a wise man once told him that the utter state of bliss and peace lies beyond those three things. And that only, when he could reach that state, he could for fill what he needed to. He never really did. Perhaps, such bliss in all of his existence was not meant to be his lot. Though, human existence is meaningless. Humans are easy to control and easy to crush.
Nevertheless, he found himself surprised when he thought about that earlier this day.
…he simply cannot control Isabelle. And, he actually finds himself not wanting to.
He even told her—no, promised her that he would prove himself to be trustworthy. He told her directly that he wanted to prove himself. It is so—odd. So, out of place. But the strangest part of all is, that she accepts him. Instead of looking at him like he is a monster, or be disgusted, or choosing her freedom. She choose him.
Isabelle told him in return that she wants to stay with him, because of him. She does what she wants to and says what she thinks is right. And she… thinks… that he has good inside of him.
Somehow that evolved in him being here with Caroline; Tyler's girlfriend to be exact but a vampire nonetheless. The lot of them probably think that they will be together forever; young and foolish. Though, sometimes he envies such reckless, rash thinking. They have no idea what loneliness does. They have no idea what kind of a martyr loneliness can be.
And… Isa is human. Painfully so, at times. She is younger than they are. But she challenges him through everything and has shown a remarkable strength from within. She can cry when she needs to, can express her emotions, looks past what people let her see and keeps smiling shyly through all of it.
That certainly makes her existence worthy. Not meaningless at all. So—the question that remains is…
…what does Isabelle mean to him? Which value is her existence to him?
He blinks out of his thoughts. And breathes in. This will just have to do for couple minutes. He tries to smile charmingly and approaches Caroline until he is next to her. "You like horses?"
She keeps stubbornly looking at the horse in front of the carriage. He knew that it would give a nice touch when the town folks would enter his house. She crosses her arms stubbornly over her chest and keeps staring at the horse, instead of him. No manners at all, just like he expected. "I'm not talking to you, until you tell me why you invited me here." Caroline bites out.
He tries to keep the smile on his face and crosses his arms behind his back. "I wanted to…apologize."
Caroline instantly turns around, her olive gown swaying around her feet. She stares at him with wide eyes. "Excuse me?" Like he just said to most outrageous thing ever.
He grins. "Is that really so hard to believe?"
Caroline is still staring at him, and raising her eyebrows…her eyes expanding gradually in width. "Yes, it is."
He shrugs, feeling the need to play a game. Even though, he is fairly aware why the younger vampire is so surprised by this. "Why would it be?" He asks, not able to contain his smile now.
Caroline puts out her hand, looking even more like she's going crazy. "You're Klaus. The billion year-old hybrid, an Original. You just don't apologize because you and your family think that you're better than everyone. And can do whatever you want."
"Watch it." He snarls automatically, hearing about his family. "Nonetheless, Tyler was sired by me and he seems that he has left you—to make that right. In one way or the other."
Caroline looks away as an answer, and that tells him enough. He smiles lightly and raises his eyebrows casually, looking in front of him. "So, I seem to owe you an apology."
Caroline looks back at him, her eyes a little more questioning and a little less accusing. Probably not entirely sure on which ground she's standing momentarily. "Well…it's not that easy. You can't just do something like that and then apologize!" She spats out, jutting her chin out.
Klaus resists the urge to roll his eyes. "That might be true, yes. But don't you think it is a good start?"
Caroline frowns at him, distrust clear in her eyes. "A good start for what?"
"I simply want you and your friends to know, that they do not have to worry about me interfering with your sill little lives. I have been…a little overbearing, so I've heard. I do not like you lot—"
"That is mutual."
He sighs and continues, "Nonetheless, Tyler will be back soon, I've assured it and he will be completely free of his sire bond. I hope that is enough of an apology." 'Cause more you're not going to get, he adds mentally.
There's a silent and then Caroline straightens her back and narrows her eyes at him. "This has all been Isa's doing, hasn't it? She told you about Tyler and you must have thought that as a great opportunity."
He raises his eyebrows. "I'm fairly sure that Isabelle is too clever to be seduced by me."
He can almost see Caroline's lips part and she stares at him in complete and utter bewilderment. He can almost hear her thinking. "So, she really did get to you? Wait—you actually like her?"
Caroline's eyes grow bigger with some kind of teenage glee. Like she discovered the biggest secret of all and it's simply astounding.
"That's none of your business!" He growls warningly.
Caroline startles backwards a bit, looking slightly alarmed. Klaus inhales deeply, trying to calm himself. Perhaps, if he would reveal a bit then her friends would back down…and stop nagging at Isa.
"Well…to take up my first question…horses are the opposite of people. They are naturally loyal and friendly. Or so I thought. Isabelle is different. She has this…light inside of her. And it seems that she is able to infect others with that. She is strong and clever. So, I don't see why I wouldn't fancy her company?" He grins charmingly, surprising himself with his honestly.
But it seems that he is not the only one. Caroline's stare widens even more. And then, she frowns. Almost as if she just cannot understand what he is getting at. And she certainly has no Isa how Isabelle I able to deal with him. All those riddles and games must have driven her crazy by now.
"Well…to answer your question, then. Yes, I do like horses. But I also like people and they also, genuinely like me. I think the dance is about to start soon so I will be inside." She curtsies with a fake smile before turning around and walking away.
Klaus glares at her form, walking off. She's really too loud and obnoxious. But he has to give her one point…she was right. He did apologize for Isabelle, not for her. He hopes that Isabelle will be pleasantly surprised.
He turns around and retreats inside. Now, he only has to find the subject of his thoughts.
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Elijah stops at the balcony in front, the one overlooking the hallway, with the two grand stairs on either side. Isa curiously looks at him. He smiles at her, and softly lets his arm slip from her grasp. He takes place on the middle of the right staircase and clears his throat. Isa's eyes widen in realization. "Can I have everyone's attention, please?" Elijah bellows, still sounding like his charming self.
And…instantly—everyone just looks at him. Like his voice alone has a compelling ability, captivating everyone's attention. Isa straightens her back a bit, blushing furiously because she still remembers their stares from fifteen minutes ago.
"Thank-you." He smiles, she just knows it. "It's getting time to open this evening. And our family and friends have prepared a special modern, medieval-themed dance for this occasion. Please, gather in the ballroom, and leave a strip in the middle open for the dancers. That would be much appreciated. We hope that you will enjoy it." He opens his arms to one side. "Please."
Suddenly, a chill runs up her back and Isa feels the nerves roaming through her body. There are going to be at least one hundred eyes staring at her. And—and she will have to dance with Klaus. And she cannot mess this up. It would ruin it for all of them.
Elijah looks over his shoulder and smiles at her. "Are you ready?" For some reason, she can still hear him over the crowd of curious and excited whispers.
Isa nods and smiles, mainly to herself. "Yes. I'm just going to do this."
Elijah chuckles lightly and looks before him at the tall, slender brunette in her shiny, emerald gown that comes up the stairs with an equally charming smile. What was her name again? Brigitte? Isa doesn't remember. He looks back over his shoulder at Isa, while he takes Brigit's hand. "I'm sure you are going to do just fine, Isabelle."
He descends the staircase with his partner plastered securely at his side, looking as elegant as they both could possibly be. And suddenly realization hits her again.
…there she is. Alone. She needs to find him and—face her anxiety. And—oh, god. She breathes in and slowly walks downstairs, her eyes fixed on every step to make sure that she won't fall down the stairs.
Her wrists itch a bit, but she fights back the feeling. She will not flight or hide or panic. She can do this. Soon, the beautiful music will start and she'll focus on that; she'll let it seep into her ears and just let it take her over; just like last time. Only now, she needs to keep her focus…to not trip every time. Because—well, yes.
But there's just something about that music. Like it seeps into every cell of her body, making her burst with energy. It makes her feel alive for some reason—
…but wait…Klaus. She still needs to find him.
Isa stops at the base of the staircase, standing on the tip of her bare feet, in a naïve attempt to be able to see anything above the large crowd of people, walking into the ballroom. Everyone is just so close to each other and she has absolutely not a clue how he looks like. She could face palm herself at the moment, preferably using the wall as a hand. She really should've payed more attention to that. Why wasn't she?
But almost as if her mind answers…the images of him and Caroline flash in front of her eyes and she looks down for a second and clenches her fists together. She still can do this. She is strong. She shouldn't let them or her own thoughts get her down!
Isa sighs again. She doesn't even really understand herself, why she cares so much what Klaus thinks. Elijah was just—trying to push her into a certain direction. Telling her about caring and importance. And loving people…
Isa slowly looks up and her eyes widen in some kind of startlingly realization. But then she furiously shakes her head. She could hardly…
The last four people walk past the staircase, into the ballroom on her right…
…and there he is. Like he has been waiting there the entire time. He's just standing there, hands behind his back, looking at the ground in front of him. Seemingly, just as much lost in his thoughts as she was. He's wearing a light, sandy beige coat. It looks like it's made from silk material and the lines of the coat are embroidered with white. One side of the coat, wraps over the other to the side, holding it in place with a black, sturdy belt around his hips. The coat ends around his thighs, and he's wearing white pants with brown boots. His sandy hair is messy, showing his own curls, which gives him that younger sphere again. He…looks…like—no, not like a white knight. Or something like that. No, no—Isa stop thinking, she tells herself .But he does look…kind…of…kind of…handsome. Perhaps, a little…bit, yes.
Isa swallows away the lump in her throat and focuses back on him. Almost as if he can feel the change in her thoughts, he looks up. Klaus looks up and…his face just—it kind of drops. Like literally all the emotion is wiped away. His face has gone slack. His arms have fallen by his side in the same second. And it almost look s like his eyes have grown wider. The blue orbs even clearer than normal.
But…but the difference is that he's staring at her. And the nerves increase seemingly as does her heart beat. Why—what is…it bad? Oh, god…what the—or—suddenly, Bekah's words flash through her mind; impress him, you look lovely, he would want to ravish you.
Before Isa lets the blush creep on her cheeks…she breathes in and walks over to him..
Isa suddenly points an awkward, misplaced finger at him, but still looks him right in the eye. "No, no, NO! You don't get to look at me like…like that. Because…you…were…was…h-how was your chat with Caroline?" She bites out a little unsure but nods her head and firmly crosses her arms over her chest.
Klaus still seems to recover, as his face goes from none emotion, to confused frowning, to a giant grin; smiling more brightly than she has ever seen him do until now. Even teeth and dimples are showing. Her arms fall at her sides and she blinks up at him.
He suddenly clears his throat and straightens his back, rubbing his thumb over his under lip. Isa tries not to follow the movement. "Honestly, I was surprised that she accepted my apology."
"A-apology?" Isa stutters lightly, completely thrown of her game and frowning all the same.
"Yes, love. My apology for causing Tyler's absence. And I have assured in return that he will be brought back safe and not sired." He seems almost amused.
Isa swallows hard. "Y-you did what?"
Klaus keeps grinning at her. "I thought you would be happy to hear the news."
"Yes, of-of course. I am happy." You make me happy, she adds mentally. "Just surprised. Bewildered, really. W-why would you?"
Suddenly, Kol passes them with his date; a blonde much like the one in the beauty shop, wearing a dark-blue gown. "Even I know, Nik. That when your girlfriend looks absolutely ravishing—that you tell her that, instead of chatting about unimportant business. Have some manners, brother." He shakes his head dismissively and walks away. Isa giggles lightly, not expecting that from him.
"I did it for the very reason, that you just mentioned: to make you happy, sweetheart. Why else would I?"
This time Isa can't the flush from creeping onto her cheeks. And a red lips form a wide grin of their own. "Perhaps, I don't know…just a silly thought…because you meant it?" She jokes softly.
He grins back at her but suddenly takes her hand and bends over. "Kol was merely being polite. You are absolutely captivating, sweetheart. More than normally." And places a very gentle kiss on the top of her hand, while he keeps eye-contact with her.
Her heartbeat rises and her skin heats up. For some reason, it gets even harder to breathe. "Thank you. You—you don't—look bad…no, you look good…yes, you do…yes." She stutters uncontrollably.
Klaus just huffs a laugh, and smiles at her. "So, I have reached my purpose, it seems. Though, perhaps not entirely…would you fancy a dance with me, milady?"
Isa grins cheekily and cannot stop laughing but curtsies nonetheless. "Very much so, milord."
His grin widens also and he takes her hand and places it in curve of his elbow. And they slowly walk into the ballroom. Everyone starts to whispers and point at them but Elena smiles at her. And Klaus is looking at her, instead of the room, so somehow she feels a lot more confident.
They stand in the middle, opposed of each other at the end, so that the middle of the dance floor stays open. Isabelle has Elijah on her left and Damon on her right. Elijah has Rebekah next to him and next to Rebekah is Kol. On the other side is Bonnie, next to Damon. But they are all facing their partners of the opposite side.
The music starts and the singers prepare. Isa still can't believe that Elijah choose this.
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It has no effect if you don't listen to the background music. So, go on, listen! I just choreographed a dance. Song:Tale As Old As Time – Celine Dion and Peabo Bryson. (Yes, this is happening.)
Isabelle picks up the front of her lace skirt, bends through her knees and bows her head, still smiling lightly. Klaus holds one hand behind his back and bows forward, showing a small smile.
'Tale as old as time, true as it can be.
Barely even friends… then somebody bends, unexpectedly.'
Isa softly sways to the middle, her skirt swirling around her bare feet. She stops in the middle and looks sideways. Then, Klaus steps forward, passes her and stops.
'But a little scared, neither one prepared… beauty and the beast.'
Their eyes meet and they're both lost. The look in his stormy, blue eyes is so…open, admiring and honest. Like, he is really looking at her. Seeing her for who, she is. And she can't help but to blush. Her mahogany eyes are showing such a deep admiration for him.
'Ever just as sure, as the sun will rise...'
Klaus gently reaches out his left hand, and Isa looks at it before softly letting her hand slide in his; skin meeting skin. As if she trust him, to keep her safe. The feeling runs through his body, spiking it with warmth. She smiles up at him, in return.
Isa gently steps away. She let's one hand go and takes the side of skirt and softly twirls around. Almost instantly, he pulls her back to his chest; their bodies fitting together perfectly. And it almost feels like everyone else in the room just disappears. The air seems to spike with volts of energy, making them both breathless.
Then, Isa softly twirls backwards, away from him, and feels a happy giggle burst from her lips as her skirt flows around her. She ends on both of her feet and bows again, this time even deeper. Klaus walks forward. Isa swallows heavily feeling him approach. He softly caresses the skin of her chin with his fingers, making her look up at him. He's gazing at her. She has never seen him gaze. Klaus takes both her small hands into his large ones and pulls her back on her feet.
'Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change, learning you were wrong.'
Isa lets go of one hand and goes to stand next to him, still holding his other hand. They softly sway forward together. Both couples on their sides sway to the middle from the opposite side. In the middle, Klaus steps in front of her again, and they hold both their hands against each other. Isa daringly intertwines them, blushing furiously. And They walk in a circle and back again. Enchanted by each other's presence.
'Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme...' (In my version, they play it double. Yes, I improvised. So, read on without music or just push replay and continue reading, after: )
'Tale as old as time, true as it can be
Barely even friends, then somebody bends, unexpectedly…
Just a little change, small to say the least
Both a little scared, neither one prepared… Beauty and the Beast.'
Isa slowly breathes in after a long moment and lets go. She twirls diagonally, just like Brigitte. Elijah and Klaus simply walk over to each other, both a hand behind their back. Elijah reaches out his arm in a greeting and Klaus looks at it but grabs his arm and so does Elijah. "Isabelle is becoming of importance to you, isn't she?Don't lose her or you'll regret it the rest of your existence." Elijah says wholeheartedly, as an older brother would.
Klaus blinks confusedly, slightly surprised but then they both nod.
Brigitte and Isabelle end right in front of each other. Isa bows softly. The older women smiles charmingly. "You look like you came out of a fairytale, sweetie." And she bows.
Isa blushes a bit and smiles. The older women nods. And Isa turns around and twirls diagonally back to the middle. Klaus already waiting for her, takes her hand twirls her in a circle. He firmly pulls her forward and she collides with his chest. She breathes in deeply, being so close to him makes her head twirl a bit.
Klaus lets his hand slide around her waist, feeling the curves of her body beneath his fingers. And he takes her hand in his. Isa places her hand on his upper arm, being too small to place it on his shoulder. And Klaus sways them around softly. She can't help it, when her grins widens, as she remembers this Tuesday. They dance in a large circle, ending up in the middle again.
She opens her arm, stepping sideways but then Klaus pulls her in, and she keeps hold off his hand so, she gets wrapped in both their arms, ending against his chest, with Klaus' breathe cascades down her neck, making her body shiver violently.
'Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme.'
He places his large hand on her side and slowly pushes her sideways, to unwrap her. Isa sways in a small arch, to end up in front of Klaus again. She looks up into his eyes. He slowly let's go of her hand, and curves his hands around. Klaus pulls her forward, still gazing at her.
'…Beauty and the Beast.'
He lifts her up and twirls her around in one swift motion. Klaus slowly lets her slide down… dreadfully slow. Their faces are only inches apart, breathe mingling with each other. Her hands softly slide over his chest, and she ends back on her feet.
…And the music ends.
Everywhere around them people burst out in an giant applause and gleeful cheers. The spell breaks. Isabelle step backwards a bit. Klaus clears his throat but smirks nonetheless, his eyes still smiling at her.
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Isabelle smiles at a couple of people that come to tell her that it looked beautiful. But she sends them to Elijah, because he deserves all the honor, really. She looks at Klaus chatting with his sister. Somehow, he looks different. Or so, she thinks.
"Can I speak with you for a second, Isa?" Elena whispers at her side, looking sneakily at Klaus. Isa is already feeling suspicious. But nods nonetheless. Elena guides her to the hallway, in the far left corner opposed to the ballroom. Damon is already standing there.
They do not look very happy, honestly. "You guys danced really beautiful." She says with a half smile, trying to keep optimistic. Damon and Elena corner her and Elena looks at her in some kind of…pity, almost.
"I didn't think you would notice with the way that you were fixed on him." Elena snaps.
Isa looks at her and frowns. "What is wrong?" She whispers softly.
"There's nothing wrong with her. There's something wrong with you and that hybrid monster." Damon spats back. "What the hell was that, Bambi?"
Isa's eyes harden. Somehow, she finds herself less shy. Because—he should be her friend and he's still not acting like that, whilst she thought he did. And she's just disappointed. And… "Don't call me that, Damon, if you don't mean it. What's going on? I was dancing with him. Of course, I was focused on him."
"That's bullshit." Damon snaps. "It looked like you guys did God' knows what in the last couple of days. Because that has surpassed any border of 'just getting along'. I don't like being lied to."
Isabelle points a trembling finger at him. "Don't you dare judging something, about which you have no idea!"
Damon steps forward, looking just as furious. "I do have an idea. I know that—"
Elena holds him back. "Damon, don't. It's better to—"
"No, Elena. She should know." Damon's face falls and he scans Isa's dress with a scrunched face, almost looking sorry for her. "Esther's ghost told Bonnie that you can give him what he wants the most and we think we know…what that is. We've heard that…that you can get his children…so that must be it…Isa… "
Isa's face falls for a second and she looks away. Her mind is screaming at her for being so careless to not tell them before. But if she had, they would've never let her stay here. And she needs to. She just has to. He-he holds…he's getting of importance to her. No, he already is.
"I know." She admits softly, fidgeting with her skit.
"WHAT?" Damon shouts in bewilderment.
Everyone turns to look at them. And Elena softly lays a hand on his shoulder but Damon shrugs it off. "You know that you can get his children?" He talks to her like she's mental. And he has no right to. But getting angry has no use.
"Yes. I have known before came here." Isa answers calmly.
Elena frowns with some kind of disturbing look on her face. Isabelle presses her hands together, feeling the wrong kind of adrenalin shooting through her body.
"So, you're actually alright with it? He really has converted you to the bad side. What did he promise you? You felt loved or something and just decided to jump in his bed, in the past couple of days? Well at least, I'm glad that I know, Isabelle."
Isa snaps. Something inside of Isa just snaps. She has never ever felt so angry, so used and so hurt in her life. Hate surges through her body like a liquid fire. And she doesn't know what to do with it, so it burst right out of her.
"Nothing happened, you asshole! Ellen died Wednesday. She came here and the people that are after me, had compelled her to drive of the Wickery Bridge with me in the car. I got out but I couldn't save her. I survived and she died. And you know what he did? He was there for me. He even gave her a proper burial with me. SO, DON'T YOU DARE JUDGING WHAT YOU DO NOT KNOW OR CANNOT UNDERSTAND. It's none of your goddamn business." She spats out and pushes past them.
Suddenly, almost on cue, the guy from the bridge appears. He's wearing a white blouse with long sleeves and black pants with dark brown boots, fitting in between the crowd. But Isa can't forget that face. It haunts her together with Ellen, laughing and screaming at her in her dreams. Isa has to fight back the tears, just because all the different emotions that are surging through her make her feel sick.
The stranger beacons her with his head, and then turns around and walks up the stairs. Isa breathes in.
The hell with it. The hell with anything. She doesn't care about anything in the moment. The adrenalin still coursing through her veins. She pushes through the crowd and follow him upstairs.
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End Part Two. Chapter Twelve. A Martyr Grows Cold Tonight.
Damn, my heart almost caved with the capacity of events in this chapter.
Sorry, for the wait. I had a slight block with the dance thingy—was anxious. And I have started a social anxiety blog/journal on tumblr (lionswithfeathers) to fight social anxiety and help others. So, that took some time.
Do you guys have any idea, how it feels to listen to that song for 37 times? I am mortified. Almost ruined my favorite fairytale. But the dance had to work. And Jesus, I worked for it. Oh, Yes. Totally worth it in the end, no matter what you guys think.
As the end of this part is approaching in 3 chapters, I have already decided that I am writing a sequel. Just because I want to see everything develop and sexy time and all that. I can't really say anything because I don't want to ruin the end of this. So, I hope you guys also like a sequel.
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