Luna Pov

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Elijah and I spent mornings together, eating breakfast, scrambled eggs with shredded cheese (my favorite). He would tell me about the world hundreds of years ago. I learned that he had an older sister that died of an early age because of a plague going around their small village. That is the reason they moved to what was now known as Mystic Falls. Kol and Finn were daggered and in coffins in a room of this house. Around lunch, he would teach me card games. I was always bad but, Elijah didn't seem to mind, and I didn't either. We read books together when everyone else was out or doing their own thing. I found that I liked poetry to be read aloud rather than quietly in my head.

"Poetry about poisoned trees, surely you've shown her more than that."

"Of course, I have Niklaus. Though it seems she has read them all."

"Oh?"

"Yes, she is quite the reader. I believe she's read through my entire collected works in the single month that's she's been here."

"Does she even like poetry? Did you think to ask?"

"Did you ask our brothers Finn and Kol if they wanted to, be daggered?"

"If that's what has had your knickers in a twist for the past two weeks, then you can learn to live with it. I've been over this with you."

"Putting Finn and Kol in coffins with daggers in their hearts is not protecting them. Need I remind you the last time you un-daggered them."

"Enough, Elijah. Besides, that isn't the point of this conversation."

"Reading does edify the mind. You should try it sometime."

"There is more to life than books."

They did this sometimes went back and forth like this. For some reason, I felt as if I was the cause of recent disagreements of theirs.

Who else could have been she?

While they talked on, I busied myself with reading;

I was angry with my friend,

I told my wrath, my wrath did end,

I was angry with my foe,

I told it not, my wrath did grow,

And I watered it in fears,

Night and morning with my tears,

And I sunned it with smiles,

And with deceitful wiles-

The book was closed and taken off of my lap before I could finish. I looked up glaring, but when I saw that Klaus had it, I suddenly dropped my glare.

"Klaus, I was almost finished. Can I please have it back?"

He smirked, setting the book down on the table in front of the couch I was sitting on, "What line were you on?"

"And with deceitful wiles,"I replied, curious as to why he wanted to know.

Klaus slipped on his leather jacket, telling me that he was planning on going somewhere.

I was a little surprised when he handed me my jacket. It was thin and forest green. I adored it while Rebekah detested it. To her, it wasn't very fashionable, but I adored it. At times Klaus and Hayley would find it funny and even laugh. Before I could ask why he handed it to me, he started talking. Not about why he gave me my jacket but poetry. He picked up where I left off.

"And it grew both day and night,

Till it bore an apple bright,

And my foe beheld it shine,

And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole,

When the night had veiled the pole,

In the morning glad I see,

My foe outstretched beneath the tree."

The poem couldn't have been finished and said more beautifully. Elijah was passionate about poetry and the art of it. Whenever he read aloud, that was obvious. But Klaus had his way with words. There was something in the way he moved. Something in the way he talked. Just something about him that was so-

I couldn't even think of a word to describe how I was feeling.

"Elijah has shown you his forms of art, but would you like to see mine."

I nodded and put on my jacket, interested in where this was going. Elijah, was gifted at poetry and music. I wanted to see what Klaus' form of art was. Almost a month ago, he had shown me some of his paintings. On that same day, he told me about how his father used to beat him right after I told him that his painting was beautiful. On the same day, I cried. On the same day, he made me laugh for the first time in all my life. Genuinely laugh. A little over a month, I've been here, and I can't count on my fingers and toes the number of good memories I've had being here.

"Sure."

"I guess I'll see you later," I said, looking at Elijah, who nodded and disappeared. Probably off to find Hayley. Those two have been spending an awful lot of time together.

...

The car ride to the city was better than the last time. I still felt a little sick but felt better when he held my hand and asked if I was okay.

People were everywhere. They didn't make me nervous it was just an observation. Klaus still held my hand, leading me to a less crowded area.

People, were gathered around watching other people paint on canvas'. Every work was different in a unique way. All of them were beautiful. Looking at a painting being, created was different than seeing one finished and done.

"Street artists come and gather to paint in spots like these all over the city. Bands, playing all through the day and night," he said, slightly hovering over my ear.

"I could stay here all day. Listening to this music, watching artists paint."

He chuckled, "I thought I was the only one."

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Klaus let go of my hand and walked up to one of the blank canvas' set up with a paint-filled pallet in his hand.

By nightfall, he had finished the painting.

It was the city from a higher viewpoint. The moon was bright and full on the painted canvas, very much like the one that was out tonight. I don't know how he did it; it was stunning, it was unique, it was beautiful. It was EVERY positive word ever created.

"What do you think?"

"I think that this is now my new favorite form of art."

"Even better than poetry?"

"Maybe. What's been up with you and Elijah lately?"

"He's upset with me because I daggered our brothers."

I had heard Elijah and Rebekah say something about this before. It was clear that neither of them was fond of this fact.

"If I may ask, why did you dagger them?"

Klaus frowned, moving forward to stand in front of me.

"They wouldn't listen to me. The only way for me to protect them was for me to dagger them."

He sighed heavily, looking away.

"I suppose that you are going to not be around me anymore."

I frowned, confused.

"Klaus, why wouldn't I want to be around you?"

"Because I am who I am. You should listen to your sister. I'm not exactly, wise company to keep."

"No, you are just misunderstood. Just because your an original and immortal doesn't mean that you are this perfect person. Everyone makes mistakes. Besides, I would have done the same thing to protect my sister. Sometimes you have to do the wrong thing for the right reason. And Hayley is wrong. You are great company to keep. She said that you weren't wise company because of the enemies that you have, but the thing is Klaus, I have enemies too. I hope you and everyone else knows that I'm not going to listen to everything my sister says. I make my own choices with who I want to spend my time with, and that's that."

Klaus nodded at me, approvingly. I didn't miss the surge of pride that went through me. I was happy that he wasn't mad at what I had said. Then again, why would he be? After all, it was the truth.

"It's good that you are becoming so independent."

"I don't want to have to depend on anyone for anything. I want to be able to-"

"Do things on your own without help," Klaus finished, and I nodded, shocked that he had said the very thing I was about to say. He got what I meant. But most importantly...

He got me...

After telling everyone besides, Klaus goodnight, I went into my room only to find him there.

He was hanging the painting that he created today on my wall.

"You seemed to like it so much that I couldn't think of a better place to put it."

"I love it, and you didn't have to-"

"I know I wanted to," He interjected, wearing that smirk of his. During my short amount of time, here I found myself enjoying the sight of his smirk more and more each day.

"Goodnight, Luna," Klaus said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Goodnight, Klaus," I replied after hugging him.

It was like the first time.

He had the same surprised reaction. I didn't know if that was a bad or good thing.

My thoughts revolved around that as I fell asleep.

"So you've never swum before? I don't mean to-" Asked Rebekah.

"Bekah, you're fine, thanks for asking but no."

We were both sitting outside the pool with our feet in the icy water. At first, it had been alarmingly cold, but after a while, the intensity of the water's temperature had subsided. Rebekah suggested that we come out after she finished painting my nails. She had first done them last week in the same color and shade. Though in my sleep, I must have picked at the pretty purple paint until it was off of my nails.

Lately, I've been having trouble sleeping.

The cause of this was dreams.

Bad dreams. Or more appropriately called asnightmares. All of them were about having to go back to the witches' place. I've been told that I would toss and turn in my sleep. The four: Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah, and Hayley would come to check on me worried. That something was wrong, but I would still be asleep. I couldn't keep this up for long. One of them was going to find out about the dreams I just wasn't ready to tell them. Enough was going I didn't want to add on to anyone's plate.

Hayley and Elijah were out in the bayou with the werewolves. While, Klaus was discussing the "King" of New Orleans situation with Marcel. It's been four days since I hugged him for the second time, and since he showed me his form of art. Every morning since then, I didn't look at the window anymore when I first woke up. I looked at his painting, hanging up on my wall. Hayley told me this morning that I would be more than welcome, but I politely declined. I decided that I didn't want to see the pack yet. They would probably depend on me, and I could barely depend on myself to get sleep right now. I wanted to talk to Rebekah or Hayley about my strange feelings about/around Klaus, but I decided to wait a little while before I did.

"Well, I think it's time you learn," said Rebekah with a determined look on her face. I admired how confident she was about everything. If Rebekah didn't like something, then she let you know about it. That was her special type of independence, I admired hers and my sisters, but I also wanted to have my own.

"That sounds great, just promise me you won't let me drown." I looked at her questioningly. She smiled and said, "You have my word."

I smiled and was about to say something, but then I noticed something strange about Rebekah. She had an evil glint in her eye. A few seconds later and I was in the water.

I don't think I took a more relieved breath in my life. Air never tasted this fresh before.

The pool water was chillingly cold. Only the top layer was warm because of the sun's rays, but there were other layers below. I was still gasping because I hadn't been expecting her to throw me in the pool. I had imagined it a lot different: walking down the steps slowly, pacing myself, Rebekah encouraging me. It was hard staying afloat. I could touch the bottom with my feet but only for brief moments.

My muscles in my body were burning from me, flailing my arms and legs around under the water. I didn't know what to do.

"Rebekah," I called, looking around the pool, but I didn't see her.

"Hey, relax Luna, you are doing fine. I just went to go, change. I couldn't have come in with my designer jeans as much as I love you."

I looked to see that Rebekah was now in the pool. She was wearing a black bikini. I now felt underdressed I, was wearing a pair of Nike shorts and a tank top. "I could have drowned."

Rebekah laughed, "I never would've let you drown Luna I knew you could stay afloat. This is how I was taught, the same for my brothers, and I knew you could do it because you are a fighter."

I smiled shiver slightly, feeling just as cold as the water around me, "Well, it is a nice and effective technique, but I don't think I would recommend it in the future."

That made her laugh, and it also made me laugh, more unforgettable happy memories.

"Now that you know how to stay afloat, let's get to the basics..."

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Later that Night

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Rebekah Pov

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I sighed taking a sip of wine. Luna had just fallen asleep talking to me, at first I thought that something might be wrong. That the witches had done something malevolent.

Then I remembered and realized that we spent most of the day swimming and talking about anything and everything. For a girl who couldn't swim she had been doing it quite well. Elijah was right she was a quick learner.

I took her upstairs to her bedroom, I even tucked her in and told her to have sweet dreams though she could not hear me.

Ever since I've arrived everything felt complete. Klaus has changed, I am no longer afraid of him. He is trying to be good, Elijah pointed it out to me. At first, I couldn't see it but now I do. After a couple of days, I can see that he is changing for the better. He has even considered un-daggering/bringing back Finn and Kol. Convincing them to stay away from Mystic Falls would be the biggest problem. That's why he daggered them in the first place to protect them from the Mystic Falls Scooby-Doo gang. If I ever went there I would kill that Petrova doppelganger myself. She was willing to kill my brother Kol and commit genocide on every vampire Kol had every turned. She called herself saving the town but in reality, she was just trying to save herself.

Klaus has told both me and Elijah that he is going to destroy the daggers. Which truly blows my mind if I am being completely honest.

I suspect that Hayley and Luna have a big part in that. I can see that his relationship with Hayley is nothing more than friendship, although he is very protective. He can be a bit controlling about where she and Luna go but that is understandable. He does care, I can see it in his eyes. Finally, after all these years he cares about something.

Luna is a different story, It's like he gravitates to her without being fully aware of it. It's really sweet in a way, adorable even. It's just little things like opening the door and allowing her to sit in his favorite chair. He doesn't even let me do that and I'm his sister.

I intended to leave but I realized I couldn't. Luna needs my help (and I can't help but like this new side of Nik, I feel like I have my brother back).

I don't think the poor girl has ever run outside in the grass or ever really lived. I think that I can help her give a thousand years' worth of advice. After all, I know what it's like to be condemned. Her situation was just a lot worse. I couldn't even imagine living like that, going through all that, surviving it, and coming out the extraordinary person that she was today.

Hayley and I are good friends too. I would also love to see my niece. I know that this family is broken as it is but broken things can be fixed, repaired, even made better than before.