Per-Guest Request, I constructed a second Chapter off of the nightscape of New Orleans. I hope you all like it :) It is a little short, but it is to the point and allows for some small Klebekah feels.
Again please feel free to leave suggestions in the comments, they help me with motivation and creativity.
Enjoy!
Klaus sipped his glass as Rebekah walked at his side down the Quarter. It was all too common that they were mistaken for something other than siblings, but in Klaus' opinion they were more than just siblings to one another. They were both worst enemies and greatest supporters –depending on the day. Much of Klaus' art work reflected where on the spectrum they fell at the time of painting. Some were brightly colored to represent the more upbeat times, some warm and subtle for their more intimate times, and some were cold and dark reflecting how he felt when they were at odds.
They walked slowly, allowing Rebekah to see the various canvas' along the street and noticed one in particular drawing her attention. She begins to walk towards it, pulling Klaus with her. It was a beautiful night scape of the very city they lived in. Many nights she had spent on the roof of the compound looking to the city not far down the road and here was her brother's artistic rendering of it. "When did you paint this?" She asks curiously as she catches a small whiff of the substance used, "Did you use blood to paint? Bloody hell, this is not the 1300's Niklaus," she scolds lightly.
Klaus smirks as he admires the painting. "There is no better red for a night scene than the blood of my enemies," he replies sipping her glass. He did always enjoy using the original crimson liquid as the core red in his works. Whether it was the artist in him or the killer something about using real blood as the color red for a pallet was positively appealing.
Rebekah looks at the painting and a thought comes to mind, "That is the painting from Hope's nursery," she says and looks to her brother at her side, "You put a canvas with blood on it in your daughter's room?" she says in a judgmental tone and a small scowl on her face.
"Oh don't give me that look, sister," he counters looking back to her. "I gave my daughter a portrait of the city she will grow to know as her home," Klaus points a finger off his glass and runs it along her jaw to rest under her chin, "Just as we do,"
Rebekah sighs at his reasoning and rolls her eyes, "I suppose," Rebekah mutters and turns her head to look at the painting, "If this was for Hope, why is it not… Joyful?" it was a simple question with a not so simple answer. Then she can't help but ask in an innocent manner, "When did you paint this?"
Klaus stiffens some next to her and sips her glass before answering, "While you were on the run with Hope," He replies in a colder voice. Rebekah places her second hand on his bicep effectively hold his arm with both hands, the most comfort she could offer him in such a public setting. "I was weakened by the moonlight rings and trapped in a prison I once called a castle," His words were strong, but spoken so low that is worried Rebekah. "When two of those imbeciles tried to take me down in my own studio I cut their throats open with the handles of my brushes and put their spilt blood to good use," Klaus defends straightening his shoulders proudly.
Rebekah sighs heavily, "I still do not understand why you choose to do night instead of sunrise perhaps," Rebekah suggests, "If it was for Hope, I would think you to be in a more pleasant state of mind,"
Klaus attempted to push the darker times away and looked to his sister with pain in his eyes, "I hardly ever can paint something pleasant when you are far from me," he whispers honestly.
Rebekah smiles weakly up to him, communicating with their eyes once again. They shared their small sorrows for a moment and then Klaus leaned down and kissed her temple slowly. They held the moment for a breath longer than a normal sibling pair would and then he leans back smiling gently. "Now, why don't we move along," He offers and guilds her down the street. Klaus never much liked to stay on dark topics, especially with his sister.
So for the next chapter I am going to allow yall to see how much of a time jump this story is set in. I will leave it to be a mystery for now, but I hope yall are excited for it! Leave your comments and suggestions for me!