"I've got more bruises than skin at this point," I grumble, "I'm getting sick and tired of our games."
And just like that, his familiar chuckle brought me back to the days before...
"Feel free to scream because no one come to your aid. The only hope you have of getting out of this is if you tell me the truth...I'm going to cut you open and bleed every drop of blood from your body...You're helpless, I'm your only hope...Who are you working for...I was the one saved you countless times. Your loyalty should be to me..."
"Come with me. Join my army and I promise you I'll protect you from the wrath of my mother. Help me win the Quarter back and all the witches powers will be at our disposal. We can find a way to free you from Ester's grasp," Klaus says, rustling the sheets as he leaned in closer.
I look at him blankly. It was one in the morning. I got back into bed, under covers, and physically kicked him.
He landed gracefully -of course- on the carpet.
"You're underestimating her," I reply.
"You're underestimating me," he shoots back.
"I'm tired, Klaus. I don't have time for this back and forth. Go before I throw you out the window."
I roll into my covers.
Just then, my phone rings and I sigh, reaching out to pick it up, but, Klaus already has it within his grasp, guessed my password -123456- and promptly scowled into it.
"She needs her sleep mate. Call back later," Klaus says, cutting off a shout from the other side as he presses the end call button.
I narrrow my eyes at him but honestly, I am too tried right now to deal with any of this.
Klaus leaves after that and I fall back to sleep.
Klaus:
I snuck back into the room after she fell asleep; my goal was to try and pry the dagger away from her but the drawer was locked and no doubt spelled.
She looked so peaceful in her sleep, I didn't realize until now how guarded her daily expressions were.
"Diego," I muttered, "You'd pick some mutt over me."
I sighed, pulling the covers up to her chin the way she always did when she stayed with me.
I'd tried to force her honesty and manged to get nothing, losing of her and her powers. Wonderful.
I kissed softly on the forehead -careful so she wouldn't wake- and departed.
I meet Diego the next day, it turns out he'd been the one to call last night.
"I would've checked on you but you sounded pretty cosy with Niklaus Mikaelson."
I sigh, "Don't tell me you're going to start this too."
"Start what?" he asks, voice accusatory.
I throw my hands up, "Think whatever the hell you want. It doesn't make the truth any less true."
Diego stiffens, "You attract werewolves left and right, don't you?"
I look around, "What do you..."
Ahh, there was Tyler, waving at me from across the road.
"That poor boy doesn't know when to give up," I sigh.
"I'll get rid of him," I assure Diego.
"Are you sure you? I can get rid of him fast. Nothing but a pup." Diego smirks.
I shrug, "Sure, you'd be able to take him easily. There's nothing wrong with him per say, he's just so... stupid. On second thought, don't. He's trying to live out his little revenge fantasy."
I flasheDiego a smile, "Don't worry about me."
He nods, unconvinced but says, "Sure, I'll go; I have some errands to run."
I walk to meet Tyler and shove him, hard.
He huffs as his arms windmill to catch his fall.
"What was that for?" he asks.
"This town hates werewolves," I hiss, "Get out before they kill you -idiot!"
"What's his deal anyways," Tyler mutters, staring at the place Diego stood.
"Werewolves killed his parents, you can't blame him."
"Klaus killed mine, so you can't blame me either," Tyler shoots back.
"That's why you refuse to let this go," I say, finally understanding his annoying persitancy, "Explain, because this is the first time I'm hearing about this," I order, softening my tone slightly.
A part of me had thought Klaus really did change his ways. Yet, eleven years later the original vampire- now almighty hybrid- had made the same mistake.
My mind reels as he continues to talk about Caroline, his ex-girlfriend who as enamoured with Klaus despite the fact that he'd threatened all her loved ones and sacrificed her best friend in a ritual.
"He saved her once and now everything's magically better. Elena doesn't get her aunt back, I don't get my parents back."
Had I become so blind as well? Where had my sense gone? Why did I not stake him last night; all my problems would have been solved. I silently cursed myself.
"I know how you feel," I tell Tyler, my voice barely a whisper, "he has done much the same to my family. Killed us because we were a means to more power."
Tyler's chuckle turns sour, "Of course he has but you're doing nothing to stop him. What I would do with all your power. And yet nothing! You're just a replacement Caroline. Klaus offered her 'forever' by his side, even promised to wait for her for centuries! What has he promised you?"
"Enough!" I him into the woods with a lift of my hand, smiling grimly as I heard tree trunks crack on contact. "I'll use my powers to deal with Klaus. But not with you. Your temper's going to get you or your loved ones killed if you can't tame it; I can promise you that much."
I blast him into the woods with a lift of my hand, smiling grimly as he's raised ten feet into the air and drops fown tree trunks crack on contact. "I'll use my powers to deal with Klaus. But not with you. Your temper's going to get you or your loved ones killed if you can't tame it; I can promise you that much."
"I'll use my powers to deal with Klaus. But not with you. Your temper's going to get you or your loved ones killed if you can't tame it; I can promise you that much."
On the way back to make flat, I call Klaus, "Do you want to have lunch tomorrow?" I ask.
After a shocked mumbling and a promise that I wouldn't attempt to kill him we hung up.
I wasn't lying; it wouldn't be an attempt if I succeed. I am done living on borrowed time, I need to get my life back.
My next stop is Marcel.
"I still don't trust you," Marcel says, "Not just because you're a-"
"I still don't care if you do," I shoot back.
"She's an ally, she been living with them for more than three months she's bound to have some dirt," Diego smiles at both of us.
"They have some nice digs, why'd you move out? Couldn't handle the family drama?" Marcel chuckles.
"Klaus found out I wanted to kill him," I answer.I rolled up my sleeve to show him a scar that hadn't quite healed.
I rolled up my sleeve to show him a scar that hadn't quite healed.
Diego looks perplexed, "And you let him-"
My glare promptly shuts him up.
"I made a mistake, okay," I admit.
Marcel gets up and sighs, "If I help you kill one original, then the rest would tear my town -and me- apart so you're fresh out of luck. I suggest you run the other way and hope Klaus doesn't get ahold of you again."
I decide to give both of them their memories back. All the fighting, and oh, so chummy conversations we had. But, I didn't tell him he'd die anyways if I killed Klaus. Still hadn't figured out that yet, poor sucker.
"Still think I can't take on a family of original vampires?" I laugh. I mean, I didn't know what to do about Elijah and
I mean, I didn't know what to do about Elijah and Rebekah, but they didn't have to know that.
Marcel's eyes shine and his mouth twists into a small smirk.
"Excellent!" he exclaims, "You can start working with Devina this afternoon. Find a way to protect my coven from the wrath of the Mikaelson's and I'll deliver you Klaus on a silver platter. Do we have a deal?"
"For now," I agree, "Let's see how things go. I'm not a woman of my word."
"Then how am I suppose to trust you?" Marcel frowns.
"The end justifies the means. Count on that. I want to live just as much as I want Klaus dead."
I walk away, adding last minute, "I have a lunch date with Klaus tomorrow; you better work fast and assemble your army, vampire."
He and I sit across from each other with each with a slice of strawberry shortcake on our plates. I order coffee, he orders bourbon.
We have had a nice conversation, I laugh at one of his jokes.
When he stands up and offers his hand to me I feel obliged to take it. He feels warm and slightly rough against mine.
"If you hadn't done what you, who knows where we'd be right now," I sigh.
His eyes gleam wickedly, "If you hadn't tried to kill me, I know exactly where we'd be. And all your screams would have been in pleasure."
"So, was Caroline the one you lied to or am I just your rebound?" I inquire, sipping my coffee.
He wasn't smiling then.
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