Klaus's Healer

by Wolfy115

The healers, once a strong and powerful race, were hunted down over one-thousand by Klaus and Kol. When Klaus discovers that a decedent of a healer still lives, what will he do? With Kol And Elijah along for the journey what will Klaus discover about the healers? Rated T for later chapters includes blood, a little strong language, etc. Klaus/OC

16. Piano

I needed a couple of hours. I needed them to myself. I needed to be doing something where I could forget what was wrong with me, where I could forget where I was, where I could forget who was with me and where I could forget who I was.

Getting up off of the living room carpet I stormed off out of the room with tears falling down my face. Everyone had been staring at me. I couldn't deal with people. Mum had always said that I was better with the animals than I was with the people and I knew it was true. I felt Klaus right behind me.

"Are you okay?" he asked but he's barely got the words out of his mouth before I turned to face him.

"Just piss off. I can't deal with this right now," I said before I kept on walking.

When I turned the corner I walked into the room opposite my room. I didn't care what was in there but I knew that everybody would go into my room before they came in here. I needed space, away from people, away from the world.

There was nothing in the room except from a piece of furniture covered by a blanket. I pulled off the blanket to reveal a huge wooden grand piano. Somehow I managed a smile behind all of my tears. I remembered this piano. It was Mum's piano. Dad had said that a relative was going to take all of the furniture that we couldn't take with us. I didn't realise that he meant Mum's parents.

I sat down at the piano and began to play the soft tune that Mum had always played. How I still remembered it, I had no idea but I did. The music just came from my fingers and floated out from the piano.

A tear ran down my face but I couldn't stop playing. I just couldn't bring myself to stop playing that tune. That tune Mum had been playing every day. That tune that Mum had been playing an hour before she died. That tune that I had longed to hear since she had died.

My fingers stopped playing the keys and I was left alone with my tears. Why was I crying? I couldn't even remember. I needed to get a grip. Things weren't going to get better, if anything they were going to get worse.

I knew that someone was standing behind me and I knew who it was. I turned around and wrapped my arms around Klaus.

"It's okay," he whispered as he stroked my head.