Come inside and be afraid, of this impressive mess I've made.
Klaus stood among the bodies of the Marcel's former followers, blood seeping into the concrete, darkening the already darkened ground. Bodies littered the ground, overlapping each other and yet, none of them stood a chance against Klaus, the immortal vampire/werewolf hybrid. The indulgence of their lives has cast a shadow on their world. Their devotion to their appetites betrayed them all. And Klaus had used that to his advantage, the poor girl being devoured right in front of him without a second thought.
An apocalyptic plight. More destruction was bound to unfold. It was only a matter of time before Mother Earth will show her darker side and take her toll. It was just another way to end the useless lives that they lived. There would be consequences. There always were. Its more than a simple belief that there is good and that it should fight the evil in the world. It's a personification of light and darkness at their most elemental level, as forces that are so absorbed with themselves that one cannot exist without the other though they constantly try to consume one another. One of the earliest representations of light and darkness was of light being a massive black bull and darkness being an enormous white bull.
And Klaus had reveled in the thought of taking Marcel's kingdom right out from under his nose. He had sent Marcel to a place where he thought some vampires might have gotten killed, leading Rebekah into the fight for need of distraction while he slaughtered Marcel's army. But today he was short-tempered even by his own standards. Klaus could make himself remarkably good company when he chose, telling outrageous stories and jokes until the most prejudiced and taciturn of passengers would laugh in spite of themselves. Everyone suffers at least one bad betrayal in their lifetime. It's what unites us. The trick is not to let it destroy your trust in others when that happens. Don't let them take that from you.
Your destiny is shaped by choice, never by chance. Beware the decisions you make, no matter how small, for they will be your salvation...or your death. Sometimes, there aren't any good choices. Sometimes, making the right one is hard... It's funny, but when you think about it, we're all broken. That's what life does. It knocks you down and breaks you and you either get back up again, or you don't. You either do things on your terms, or you don't. You let the bad things win, or you don't. You either let it break you, or you don't. Caring was dangerous. Caring hurt. He wasn't built for running away from monsters. He was built for running toward them, for taking their life and ripping it from their body.
Vengeance is the gift of the strong. And Klaus was full to the brim with vengeance.
Move forward, not with hatred, not with love.
Move forward with purpose.
Take back what was stolen.
And that's exactly what Klaus had done.
"What the hell?"
Marcel's voice took Klaus out of his thoughts, his lips curving into a smirk as he licked the blood from his lips. It had been so good to see his enemy again. Hallmark really needed to start up a line of revenge cards, the kind that let you reach out to those you were going to come after with a vengeance.
"Well you see, you promised to return Elijah and when you hadn't, it pissed me off a bit." Klaus held his arms out wide. "And here I thought I taught you better than that." A slender finger came up to Klaus' lips as he chuckled. "Although, you'll be happy to know that they went down with a fight- a weak fight, but a fight none-the-less."
"Klaus, I'm -"
"You're going to what, Marcel? What could you possibly do to me? I'm immortal. I can't be killed."
Marcel's anger rose to a boiling point and he charged at Klaus, but Klaus was expecting this and grabbed him by the shoulders.
"You run the witches in this town, and you're going to give me the information I seek or so help me, Marcellus, I'll end you." Klaus threatened, staring him in the eye. "Where do the witches hide out? They took a girl early this morning, right off my front porch and if any harm comes to her, I'll rip this town apart."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"DO NOT LIE TO ME, MARCEL!" Klaus' anger rose and he threw Marcel into the nearest wall. He used his speed to grab Marcel by the collar. "WHERE IS SHE?!"
"I don't know!"
Klaus pushed him up against the wall, his hand against his neck. "If you're lying to me, Marcel, I will come back here and kill you myself."
With that, Klaus disappeared and Marcel dropped to the ground, staring at the mass destruction that was Klaus, laying in front of him.
Every once in a while, from out of the blue, someone reaches the quiet place where you spend your private time and changes the way you see yourself. transformation reminds you once again that you are absolutely, positively with the right person: because what they say doesn't touch you because of who they are to you, but because of the content of their message. It was strange, but he felt welded to her on some core level now. Hayley had seen him at his absolute worst, at his weakest and most insane, and she hadn't looked away. She hadn't judged and she hadn't been burned. It was as if in the heat of his meltdown they had melted together. This was more than emotion. It was a matter of soul. The werewolf was the hottest thing he'd ever gotten anywhere near. And he'd cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.
"Did you find her!?"
"No." Rebekah replied. "Sophie Devereaux isn't answering her phone either."
Klaus began pacing the room.
Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish. He knew what it was like to love one who did not-or could not-love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did. All of us are a culmination of vital parts of our parents and their pasts. A vital part of the circumstances we were raised with. Everything that happens to us, good and bad, leaves a lasting impression in our souls. You take one part of that out, and you can completely rewrite something crucial about us. By and large, we're not shaped by the big things. It's the little day to day moments that make us who we are. Who we're going to be. He was Death, and he'd ridden in on a pale horse. To all appearances, he was perfectly in control, icy and precise, distant and disinterested.
The truth was that he was going out of his mind.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I didn't write Hayley being kidnapped because I figured that was ... too much and I would rather write about Klaus slaughtering vampires and then continue from there, so I hope you forgive me. :) Hope you enjoy!
BTW, I'd like to personally thank OKBooey31 for making my night when I posted the last chapter with her nice words and I very much enjoyed the Originals last night, too! So thank you for your awesome words love!