To those who have requested – thank you. I will be completing the requests that I currently have and then ending the story before it either becomes repetitive or out of control.
Klaus
He knew something was wrong the second he opened his eyes.
First of all, this was not his hotel room. Or his bedroom. Or any other room he recognised. And if he was any judge of ceilings, this was a hospital.
Which meant that...
"The match?" he asked, sitting bolt upright and terrifying both other occupants of the room.
Wales pressed a hand to his chest. "Don't do that!" he exclaimed.
"The match?" Klaus repeated. "What happened to the match?"
Sophie returned to her seat on the end of the bed, and shook her head. "It's... it's bad."
So the unthinkable had happened, for the second time. "Is Julian alright?"
Klaus had never been more scared than when Sophie and Wales exchanged a quick, fearful glance. "He's alive," Wales said slowly. "But... Klaus, Julian's... gone."
"Where?"
"He went with them," Sophie whispered. "He went with the men who destroyed him."