I continued to stay with Bonnie, Klaus now watching her like a hawk as she continued to study the spell until well after dark, and only then started to make the preparations with candles and a chalice of crystal glass. I'd taken a nap by the fire, being more sleepy as a dog and the warm flames were just too tempting, though when a pained cry flew through the house I woke up with a start and quickly jumped up. "Who was that?" Bonnie demanded in alarm as I slowly settled again. Guess Rebekah was having fun tormenting Damon. What the heck was she doing to him?
"I wouldn't let it bother you, love." Klaus waved off but Bonnie wasn't comforted at all by his disinterest in the blood curdling scream.
"Well, it does bother me. You bother me. The way you use people to get what you want, it's not right." She told him bluntly, standing upright against Klaus who narrowed his eyes at her as I observed from the fire.
"You're being emotional, Bonnie. I understand that things have been rough for you." He started to prowl towards her, and I knew that look on his face. More threats, blood, death, pain and so on…honestly he really needs to come up with a more inventive way of delivering age old threats. "You know, with your mother leaving. Again. It's very sad." Yep, still a dick, Klaus. "I can help you
find her, if you want. I have people who can find people. I could bring her back to you. Or, if you choose, I can just bring parts of her back." Bonnie pulled her arm away from him, breaking off where he'd reached out to touch her and seeing that he was starting to frighten her again, I growled. A low, guttural sound which caused Klaus's eyes to flicker over to me, the fire sparking hotly behind me with a pulse as I silently warned him to watch himself so he backed off, lifting a hand in surrender to pacify me. "But isn't it obvious that I'm just going to continue to hurt the people you love until you do the spell?" He reasoned with her again as I settled, my ears swivelling forwards as Bonnie shot me a confused frown. "Now, I know it's in the grimoire, and I know it requires the blood of my siblings, so here we are."
Picking up the holder that contained each of his sibling's blood in bottles, Klaus named them off one by one before then biting into his own wrist to draw blood, making me flinch as it began to spill onto the floor as Klaus then held his hand towards Bonnie who looked more than a little disgusted. "Where do you want us?" Having no choice but to comply, Bonnie caught Klaus's blood in the chalice then combined the other portions of blood with it, mixing it together before then pouring the concoction onto the table within the ring of candles, five of them. One for each sibling.
I watched with fascination as Bonnie chanted, channelling power in order to complete the spell. As it started to work, I got up and walked over to Klaus then jumped up onto one of the chairs in order to watch the table as the blood began to separate into five different pools of blood, signifying that they had been separated. As I sat on the chair, Klaus had naturally lifted his hand to rest it upon the back of my neck, massaging the thick fur as the both of us observed until it was all over and Bonnie exhaled heavily, looking exhausted. "You see? Not so difficult after all." She lifted her eyes to glower at Klaus.
"Go to hell." He smirked in response, ignoring her curse and allowed her to gather her things, informing Bonnie that she was free to go and escorted her out. Jumping down to follow, we met Rebekah before we got to the door, who was holding Damon hostage in the ballroom with his hands clamped in a couple animal traps to hold them up as she bled him out.
"Oh, leaving so soon?"
"Sister, be nice." Klaus scolded her lightly so Rebekah gave a sardonic smile at Bonnie.
"Thank you, Bonnie. See you in physics class." When she moved aside, it gave Bonnie a full view of Damon and the pitiful state he was in. Honestly I couldn't say I was against Bekah's tormenting him since he had hurt her feelings first. She wasn't going to kill him, and Damon was an asshole anyway so whatever happened to him really didn't matter to me, but Bonnie was visibly shocked.
"Oh, my god."
"You'll have to excuse the mess. Apparently Damon hurt her feelings." Klaus supplied, clearly relishing in the scene before him so I snorted, giving a low sound of warning to leave it be and just let Bonnie go, but he ignored me. "Go on. Help him. Save the man who turned your mother into a vampire." Urging her to rescue him whilst knowing full well that she wouldn't, Bonnie stared at Damon for a little while longer before saying that she just wanted to get out of here. Can't say I blame her, Klaus and Rebekah aren't the most heart warming hosts in the world.
Klaus showed her to the door and opened it for her, letting her go and I followed her out where she called Elena to tell her that Damon was here, also explaining that she had been forced to do the unlinking spell after Elena reasoned that Klaus should be dead. Well I'm glad Bonnie broke the spell in time, and listening to their conversation I was shocked that they had actually killed Finn. It made me stop completely in my tracks, staring up at Bonnie. Finn was dead? What the…Finn was harmless! Why did they need to kill him? He was probably the least dangerous of all the Original siblings, and they just went ahead and killed them? I was enraged. Furious. I couldn't believe what I'd heard, and I had no idea how to tell Bekah and Klaus that their brother was gone. Would they even care? I think Bekah would, and Klaus would hide his emotions behind a cold, unfeeling mask and then go seek revenge.
This had gotten way out of hand, I knew I should have figured out a way to burn those stakes sooner before they could be used. I hadn't even seen this one coming, none of my visions gave me any indication that Finn was going to die. Was that purposeful? Were my visions dependant on whether or not seeing that part of the future would change it, or was there a limit on what I could see? I had no idea, to be honest I could barely even think right now I was so stunned.
The only thing that snapped me out of my stupor was when I heard Bonnie sink down to the ground beside her car and start to cry. I found myself moving towards her before I even recognised what I was doing, giving a low whine before nuzzling at her face. She opened her arms and grabbed onto me, pulling me into her lap where she held onto and sobbed into my fur. I stayed with her, letting her cry out all her stress, pain and sense of loss against me as I hoped that I could at least comfort her in some small way. "I'm sorry…I'm sorry…" She kept on saying, making my heart bleed for her. Bonnie sure does seem to get it the worst.
Crying until she had no more tears left, Bonnie stroked my fur and even rubbed her face against me as if to dry her eyes before she then let out a shaky breath, pulling back in order to look into my face. "Thanks, I really needed that." She said, somehow managing a broken smile as she rubbed my neck before feeling the collar that hung there, frowning slightly before turning it around and looking for the tag. "Chrissy. Is that your name? Chrissy?" Assuming that Chrissy was in fact the dog's name, I wagged my tail at her. "Huh, there's a different address on the back. So you don't actually live here?" Quickly figuring out that I was just a random dog, Bonnie offered to take the dog home, talking to me without knowing that I understood. "Come on girl, come on. I'll take you home." Getting up she patted her leg then opened the door to the back of her car, encouraging me to jump in.
Figuring that it was probably time the dog went back home since I'd kept it long enough, I jumped into the car then settled down, leaving the dog's body as Bonnie then got in and drove away and I returned to my own consciousness, back inside my room with the flowers and warm atmosphere. Rebekah came in some time later, telling me all about what had happened despite the fact that I'd been keeping tabs on everything. "Niklaus doesn't care that Finn is dead. Just goes to show how little he actually cares for us. I doubt he would even shed a tear for me were a stake to find it's way into my heart." She murmured mournfully, starting to cry.
Wanting to reach out to her, I made a flower grow up and around her wrist like a bracelet before blooming into a bunch of daisies. It was stupid, but I knew Bekah liked these kind of girly things and it worked in making her feel a little better. "Thank you, Lia. Even if you cannot wake, I'm glad you can still hear me. Whatever it is keeping you asleep, I hope it ends soon. I miss you. I miss hearing your voice. Promise you'll wake up soon." I'm trying my best here Bekah, but there's only so much I can do whilst still fighting a poison inside me. I mean, both she and Klaus had suggested getting another witch to look me over but I'd stopped them since it would be useless anyway. They wouldn't be able to use magic on me, so all I could do was lie here and fight the druid poison that Esther had fed me.
I had no idea how she knew to hurt me, she must have learned it from wherever she learned magic a thousand years ago. More druids were alive back then, so maybe it was more common to see one around. "In any case, once we have the stakes and we burn them to ash, we truly will be indestructible. Klaus will leave with Elena, then it shall only be you and me together here. I want to try and live something of a human life, you know. Even though I missed the high school experience, college sounds like a great deal of fun. We should go together, if you're willing for me to tag along." Honestly, that sounded awesome. Think of all the trouble we could get ourselves into, letting loose without a care in the world because one of us was immortal and the other was all-powerful.
Hell, I'm pretty sure we could conquer the world. Why the hell not? Sighing softly, I felt Rebekah's eyes flicker over to me as butterflies fluttered around us. Real ones. They'd started appearing a few days ago and now they were everywhere, and since I was bored I had magic light floating around the room in bright silver white orbs like hanging stars, a canopy of cosmic lights dancing across the ceiling, even though I couldn't visibly enjoy it. Bekah stayed for a while longer before deciding that she was tired and simply wanted to go to bed, giving my hand a squeeze before leaving.
I thought that would be it, not expecting anyone else to come visit for the rest of the night, but an hour or so later I heard the door softly click and recognised the sound of Klaus's footsteps as they became softened by the mossy and grassy padding over the floor. "Hello love." He greeted quietly, coming over to my side and setting up an easel and canvas, something that he often did whenever he came in to talk. "I hope you don't mind me disturbing you, but I thought you might enjoy some company." Liar. You just don't want to be alone.
Listening, I observed Klaus setting up the canvas before then hearing him prepare his paints, the sound of the paintbrush scratching against the canvas in order to prime it before painting. I could practically feel how agitated he was, the thick swell of tension rolling off him as I listened to him paint until his hand went still and he just sat there for some time, silent. Knowing that he was summoning the courage to talk, I waited until he was ready, I almost laughed inwardly as Klaus stubbornly battled with himself over whether to open up or not. "Finn is dead." Yes, I heard. I'm sorry Klaus. "It is of no consequence to me. He wanted to die anyway, so his wish has merely been fulfilled. He was a coward, spineless, he never had the fortitude to be a true superior being. His softness made him weak." Okay Klaus, maybe that's a little too harsh.
He started painting again, though the brushstrokes seemed angry and rough. "None of it matters. All of them are weaker than I am, I do not need them to hold me back. They only ever saw me as a monster whilst they themselves were no pure, innocent angels. All of us have killed and spilt blood over these many centuries. They reject me for what I am, when they are no better. I do not need them, not once I have my own army of hybrids completely loyal to me. Once I have created people I can trust, I will not need my brothers and sister ever again." That's not how it works, Klaus, and you're wrong. Those hybrids will be loyal to you, sure, but it won't be real.
Hearing him throw down his brush with a sharp intake of breath, he started to pace in frustration, still tormented by his own feelings. Deciding that I needed to get him to calm down before he could go on a rampage, I funnelled some magic into the lights and made them change colour to a warm amber yellow, making him stop and look up as the ceiling also changed. From the northern lights, I filled the area above his head with a wide expanding galaxy filled with diamond like stars, making them glitter as the scene moved, like we were exploring the entire universe from within this comparably small room.
Eventually he exhaled a deep breath and I sensed him settle, Klaus deciding to come over to me instead to where I was lying in order to sit beside me. "I know that Rebekah wishes for you to stay with her, but…you could always come with me, sweet Ophelia." He murmured, leaning down as he lightly brushed aside some of my hair from my face. Somehow it had stayed fairly straight, though taking on gentle waves as it rested over my shoulders. "My sleeping beauty, I would build you a thousand castles with the tallest towers for you to sleep in until you awakened once more." Very funny Klaus, but no way is that ever going to happen. This princess can save herself, thank you very much, so you can keep your castles.
Touching his hand to my neck, Klaus brushed the back of his fingers over the bite scars after moving aside my hair in order to see them, seemingly considering them with faint curiosity. "I am tempted to kill him, you know, for marking such delicate skin as yours. Perhaps I will yet, though Rebekah would probably protest. She has grown fond of them, apparently. Though her fondness is admittedly laced with distaste also." Well, that's just Bekah for you. She can't help but have a soft spot for some people, and handsome faces were a particular weakness of hers. "If you were awake, no doubt you would talk some sense into her." Damn straight I would, I'd tell her to stay away from those brothers and definitely don't go around sleeping with them.
All the while Klaus had been lightly stroking my face and neck, something I hadn't noticed until that moment. What struck me most, however, was the fact that I didn't exactly mind. Despite knowing the kind of guy he was, and just how many lives those hands of his had taken, it didn't even bother me at all. He was gentle, being strangely familiar with me as he leaned in closer until I could feel the warmth from his skin against my own. "I want to see you open your eyes, love. I want you to wake up and look at me, I want to listen to the sound of your voice and hear you laughing again." Wait…what's going on with him right now? This wasn't the usual Klaus that I know. "As strange as it may seem, it appears you are the closest and only thing I have left akin to a friend, and the only person alive yet to reject me."
Hearing him say it like that, as if he expected me to push him away someday…it actually hurt. I felt a physical pain in my chest to hear him so low and despairing, then I got mad for him being so self-pitying and wanted to smack some sense into him. The lights flared slightly with an angry tinge of red for a few seconds, making Klaus look up before they then settled into a calming blue, reflecting my emotions as I told myself to just breathe, since being angry wasn't going to do me any good here. Klaus hummed softly, as if amused by the changing of my mood before he then looked back at me. "Temper, temper, love." Oh like you're one to talk about having a temper. At least I have the excuse of being a redhead.
At least Klaus stopped talking about such depressing things and being all defeatist. Actually, he seemed to decide to mess with me and pointedly made himself comfortable on the bed next to me, playing and tugging on my hair as I had no way of getting back at him properly yet. The most I could do was grow a flower. "If you wanted me to stop then you would wake up, but if you don't then I have to presume that you enjoy this." He said to me and I felt the irritation flare again, changing the colours of the mood lighting once more. "Angry, are we?" I am so going to get you back for all this, you know. I can't stay like this forever. "Relax, my sweet Ophelia. I will be nothing but a gentleman, you have my word." Whispering into my ear he then pecked my cheek with a kiss and the lights turned from a light shade of red to an intense crimson which only made him laugh.
He stopped playing with my hair and settled for just lying next to me, his hands tucked under his head and occasionally looking across to me where eventually I settled and elected to just ignore him. Part of me knew that he was only doing all this as a means to distract himself from the fact that he was actually upset about his brother's death, hiding beneath layers of stubborn heartlessness and cold apathy. If this was his way of secretly drawing comfort, then I couldn't bring myself to turn him away, though part of me wondered if I could magic kick him out of the door. We just lay there next to one another, and eventually I began to hear Klaus's breathing deepen and relax until he was completely asleep, and once he was asleep his walls were down and the subconscious feelings started to fall through the cracks. I sensed his tears, so I grew a few vines and used the leaves to wipe them away like something out of a fantasy novel, remaining fully aware of him as he later turned over and ended up tangling his fingers into my hair with his arm resting over me, a solid weight against my chest.
Leaving him be I just let him sleep, figuring that maybe he needed it, going to sleep myself. I could sense Klaus sleeping deeply, moving only occasionally with his hands still woven into the bright red flames of my hair. It had been a long time since I'd slept with someone beside me, and honestly I didn't hate the feeling. It was comforting for me too, and I didn't feel so alone in the dead of night with Klaus there next to me. I doubt he intended to fall asleep, but there we go. In the morning he'll probably play it off with some off handed comment or excuse, but I'll know the truth. I'll know that he'd felt the weight of his brother's death and that he came to me for comfort, unwittingly or not, and that's something I doubt I'll forget anytime soon as to me, it was proof that Klaus wasn't everything he pretended to be. To me, it was proof that somewhere deep down, Niklaus had the capability of feeling just as the rest of us did, no matter what other people thought.