Okay this is inspired by the flash forward when Caroline came to Nola with her twins the first time, and hearing her say his name. I imagined it that those wooden doors that would close off a part of the adjacent room were closed and Klaus was standing behind them when she came in.
Klaus Mikaelson.
It's his new name, rebirthed and shortened
Niklaus is a memory of a bright boy, young and reckless,
Passionate and spirited and yet so good.
Niklaus was a good memory.
But as he hears her say his name in the commanding tone
He longs to hear it again.
Long has he waited for this day to come
He knew it would, as he knew her like the back of his hand
They are like sides to a mirror, neither one backs down nor blinks
Their movements are the same yet in different times
If she had lived the day he had, when he forced his sister to drink the blood
If she had lived the day he had to run from New Orleans
She would've seen the likeness of them both.
He is stuck behind the wooden door in the bar,
Mere inches from reaching out, having her look on his face again
The sunlight would cast a glow upon her
And finally throw some light upon him
As it was doing for her children,
whose vacant expressions told him how much they knew of why they were here.
