Klaus started awake and was drenched in cold sweat. His heart pounded in his chest and a searing pain in his head had him reaching for the bottle of whiskey he had over on the other side of his room. The curtains billowed in the wind and the scent of a brewing storm reached his nostrils from the open balcony. His saunter was light over the bare wooden floors and as his stepped onto the balcony, the marsh lands called to him. The grass glowed a mint green and the wind that sailed to him spoke of a lightly dusted dream he had never thought to dream.
The wind soothed him and for a moment, he just bathed in the moonlight, forgetting the last time he had stood still.
The black thread around his neck suddenly felt heavy and looking down he grasped the gold bands and lifted them in the moonlight. They brought back memories that he didn't want to recall and the engraving read of the name he hadn't wanted to remember. He had to forget about her but he knew that witches were different from vampires and while he had long but forgotten about a certain blonde hair and blue eyed vampire, not the same could be said about a seductive, emerald eyed witch.
He became restless as his memories refused to erase her from his life. No matter how many times he tried to convince himself that she had left for good, something told him that she was destined to come back. His soul had been singing for days and it wasn't much long ago that news had come to him that she was in New Orleans...right under his nose...
Refusing the acknowledge that she was the cause for his restlessness, he took a swing from the bottle and felt the burn in his stomach intensify. He had been craving her since she left and no matter where he focused his attention, he could not rid his system of her intoxication. He couldn't forget the way she laughed and taunted him with her eyes. He couldn't forget the way her hair clung to her cheeks or the way it cushioned him when they slept. He couldn't forget the way her heart would start up with it's unique pitter-patter whenever he was near or the way the surface of her skin seemed to glow under his touch.
Storming back into his room, he flung the expensive canter into his fireplace, watching it shatter and snarling when there was no satisfaction from the physical act of voicing his frustration. She had told him that she needed a break and he had refused to listen, knowing that he had hurt her the most. He had pushed and pushed, wanting her to stay and leave at the same time until it was too late; his footing had slipped and now he couldn't stand the sight of himself. He was bothered by his own presence. Everything had become bland like before they had met but he knew of the sweet difference. He had lived a moment in color and going back to the dark was most difficult because the taste of the life and love she had given him still remained in his mouth and still conjured dreams that haunted him when he was awake.
He avoided his reflection as he stepped into his bathroom and stepping under the shower, allowed the cascade of steaming water to consume him. As the scorching heat enveloped him, he hoped that it could reach his insides and wash the darkness away too. The last six mouths had left him to his own musings and all his flaws had been laid bare again. He was reminded of the way she had taken all of him, whole-heartedly and the disgust he had been feeling towards himself slowly began to rile itself up again and connecting his fist with the marble wall before him didn't ease the self-loathing and punishment he had been succumbing too.
Bonnie cradled the bundle to her chest and rocked back and forth; completely detached from the world. To say that Sophie had been surprised would have been an immense understatement but she had been supportive and it was enough for the time being for Bonnie to get adjusted with the fact that her magic had been the cause of something so profound. She had no way of explaining her complete and utter faith that the baby in her hands was hers but then again there was no way to explain the way her soul seemed to be alive and completely grounded when he was in her arms. It was universal and intangible...just like...him...
She didn't want to think about him but there hadn't been a day in the last six mouths when she hadn't. Grams had warned her of their family curse and the way the women of their family had all succumbed to theirs. She hadn't wanted to lose him. Giving him up was all that she could have done to prevent her curse from coming true...
Swallowing back her tears, she looked down at the impossible being that lulled in her arms without a care and wished for the new beginning he promised.
Bonnie had had Sophie magically examine the basket but the equally young witch had other plans. Sophie knew of the battle between the vampires and witches and while Bonnie Bennett marked a new turn for the witches of New Orleans, she also knew that the sudden arrival of their tiny guest marked a shifting of powers. It was bad enough that Marcel had used her and she had become weak because of her curse but it was time to gather the winning cards for her fellow sisters. What stopped her however was the stifling image of Bonnie's hurt and she grew torn. They had known each other for a lifetime it would seem and their familial attachment further drove the stake in. Although neither could remember, they had played together and now they were growing together and although their existence was now placed in her hands, she realized she could not jump so rashly into things. It had scorched the first time, making a rushed and unguarded decision and it would burn more the second time if she didn't play her cards well and took her time. For now, she would wait and when the time was right, with the help of Bonnie, she was going to reclaim their powers and severe the ban on magic and witches altogether...forever...