"I will leave you to your self Niklaus, I hope by some divine force you find it in yourself to help those that call upon you. Redemption lies in that, brother."
I do not need redemption, nor pity. Nor do I desire it. The bayou held nothing for me but mongrels who refused me as their leader. They will learn, just as Marcel, Rebekkah, the lot of them have been taught the repercussions of disobeying me. Hope is the only thing I care for in this world. She will be allowed a life free of all the evils I have committed and that have been committed against me.
Klaus looked at his surroundings, so devoid of color and life. His baby girl far from him, his sister taking her God knows where, so as she would be protected from those who attempted to harm him through the harm of her.
At that moment he received the most peculiar of calls, Davina Claire.
Hello little witch, I would go through the usual formalities, however I'm in quite an ornery mood as of late. So what exactly do I owe the pleasure of this call?"
"Hello, Klaus. I'm sorry you cannot spare formalities, it has been so long since we've spoken."
This was not his little witch. This was not a spunky teen with a chip on her shoulder.
This was C'Lena.
Klaus nearly dropped the phone from his ear, all taste leaving his mouth as though he had been knocked out cold. He would not put himself in the position of trusting this was she, the woman who stole his breath from the bottom of his lungs. The woman who he fought tooth and nail to steal from the French Court so many centuries ago.
"Cat got your tongue, Nik?"