AN: Hey guys! Another really short one, and I'm sorry, but damn! I'm not sure how to work the next couple of chapters considering K's the one with the Hollow inside her, not Klaus. lol. It's a little tricky, but hopefully next week's chapter will definitely make up for it. So, to help assuage you guys, I wrote a little bit of sexy time. lol. Enjoy and let me know what you think!
Chapter Three
Four Years Later:
Paris, France
"Come along, darling." Klaus goaded as he and Kali continued to walk effortless by the crowd. "The sitter has been compelled within an inch of her life to ensure the boys' safety. There's no need to worry."
K's expression had remained tight since leaving Matthew and Alexander with the French sitter only an hour prior. In fact, she slammed the heels of her ridiculously expensive shoes against the cobblestone streets so harshly, Klaus wondered if the two thousand dollars he'd spent on them earlier that day would already go to waste.
"Well, I'm sorry." She snapped a bit sharply. "But we don't even know this girl. What if she's…"
"If she's what, sweetheart?" he queried. "She's a simple human girl, barely twenty, yes, but more than capable."
Her jaw flexed and he knew she wasn't put to ease just yet. While he could benefit from her agitation, he still wanted her at least a little calm.
Grasping her wrist, Klaus planted his feet and forced her to turn to face him. K was still on edge, which he expected. Despite their sons being seven now and quite strong in their own right, she was still the Mother Bear, protecting them as though they were newborns.
"Kali," he sighed softly. Klaus tenderly ran the back of his curled index finger down the length of her cheek sweetly. "Do you truly believe that I, of all people, would leave our sons in the hands of someone subpar?"
He saw the muscles in her jaw chord and tense as she chewed on the inside of her cheek.
"Of course not." She replied. Her voice was still laced with the remnants of an English lilt from her time in London. True it wasn't as strong as his or even Rebekah's accents, but it touched just enough. He rather liked it. "But I still worry."
"I know, my darling." He cradled her softly. "But let us enjoy the night, hm? It's so rare the two of us get a moment alone."
A gentle smile began to curl at her blood red lips. "Alright."
"Wonderful," he smiled, giving her a chaste kiss only a moment later.
Together, they approached the nightclub and the man standing sentry. The Goliath couldn't be less impressed with Klaus' diatribe, though truthfully probably didn't understand it. Still, that didn't save his life.
Plunging his hand into the man's chest, Klaus removed his still-beating heart and turned to the crowd. Without a word, he bit into it happily and beamed with a bloody smile. Chewing for only a moment, Klaus soon spat out the touch meat and dropped the muscle to the ground with a sickening thwack.
"Though personally," he told the stunned onlookers, "I've always preferred Klaus the Mad, along with my wonderful wife, Kali, but you know her better as Jack the Ripper." Horrified glances danced between the two smiling monsters. "Do tell your friends." He said. Only half seemed to have gained the ability to move. It wasn't until K gave a sharp and sudden boo that the others followed suit.
They laughed as the humans fled. Klaus turned to K and eyed her lovingly. She did the same, even leaning forward and kissing him deeply, tasting his victim's blood on his lips.
The passion grew quickly, though she couldn't help it. K truly loved the vicious side of Klaus, even more now than before, and she relished in the sight of it.
Drawing back, she took his bottom lip between her teeth and had to fight a shudder when he growled that seductively alluring sound. His dark eyes met hers and it was clear they had one thing on their minds.
"Later, sweetheart." He said, sounding a bit annoyed the ache in his trousers would have to wait. "First," he took her hand, sliding his bloodied fingers into hers. "We have business to tend to."
"Lead the way, husband."
Together, they walked –uninhibited- into the establishment.
Soaked in blood when they returned in the late hours of the morning, Klaus was sure to compel the sitter to ignore it while K immediately went to the boys. Each were sleeping soundly in their respective bed, nestled beneath the blankets and out for the night. She smiled lovingly and wanted so badly to reach out and kiss them both or stroke their hair, but she refrained. She was still bloodied, after all.
Klaus emerged in the doorway only a moment after dismissing the girl and smiled at the sight. No matter how tumultuous, how strained and difficult it'd been over the last few years to keep his small family moving, he was so happy to have them. They gave him a semblance of normality and helped assuage his guilt at not contacting Hope through the years. Though he frequently lied to K about it. She'd kill him if she knew the truth.
After a moment or two of swooning over the twins, K stood and joined Klaus in the doorway.
"Perhaps we should shower?" she said. "I'm beginning to crust."
He chuckled and nodded, and together, they took to the shower.
The water cascaded from a nozzle overhead, simulating rainfall and it saturated them both easily. Klaus tenderly swiped the washrag along K's skin, freeing it over whatever blood had soaked through her dress. She fell easily into the action and felt the fires from before begin to stir. Thankfully, he felt the same.
Klaus closed the distance between them and pressed his chest to her back. "You were vicious tonight." He said, letting his hand trail around the front of her body. "It was glorious."
"And you," she reached behind and threaded her fingers through his hair, "Were deliciously violent." K clenched her fist and delighted in the groan that came from him. "My perfect devil."
A smirk tugged at his lips. Klaus grasped her chest and squeezed tight. He felt her coo ripple through him, sending his hair on end.
"My beautiful ripper."
He nipped at her ear before spinning her in place and claiming her lips. The two began to paw at one another, grasping at their partner to be as close as possible.
Klaus lifted K into the air, pressing her back to the tempered tile wall and drove into her. K didn't bother remaining silent, of keep her nails from slicing into his shoulders. They could be gentle. They could be tender and loving. But, they were also passionate, and violent, and held nothing back because they didn't have to. Ever.
He continued to move against her, eliciting cries of pleasure from K with each pass. He was close and he knew she was, too. It never lasted long. That much raw desire and attraction rarely did.
Rearing back, Klaus bit into her shoulders. K cried out yet again, but not of pain. Instead, he felt her body shudder around him as she was pushed into oblivion, he tasted it in her blood along with the animal who had long-since risen to the surface. There was no question she was a hybrid now, and he tasted the difference.
Klaus released an instant later and road his own euphoria while he drank from her skin.
Slowly but surely, the world began to return and their wits along with it. Gradually, though neither truly wanted to, they parted, finished showering, and began to get ready for bed.
Lying there, dressed in their night clothes and trying to get an hour or so before the twins woke, Klaus had to force himself to speak. He'd been having a thought for a few days, but knew speaking it would possibly start a fight.
Regardless, K seemed to sense it –as she always did.
"Just say it." She sighed.
Klaus rolled his head to the side and noticed K's eyes were closed, her face half-buried in the pillow as she tried to get some sleep. He smiled internally, but didn't speak. After a moment of silence, she pried open a single eye. She could tell what was on his mind almost immediately.
"I don't mind." She told him. "But you know I can't be near him."
"I know," he nodded. "Are you certain you don't wish to join me, though?"
K's brows came together and she pushed herself up to better look at him. He saw sadness.
"Of course I do." She told him as though it should've been obvious. "But I can't be near Elijah, Nik. You know that. It's bad enough I spent so long near Hope, and that I've…" her head dipped. "That I've gone to see him with you at all." K gradually met his stare. "I love Elijah, sweetheart, but I can't." she scratched absently at her chest and he noticed.
When speaking about The Hollow, Klaus would notice inadvertent actions from K. She'd scratch at herself, twist and tense as though she felt a thousand ants crawling over her skin. He imagined it was reflex at this point, simply something she did whenever thoughts of the witch came to mind.
"Besides," she forced a smile. "Someone needs to watch the boys."
Klaus reluctantly forced a smile of his own and nodded. Reaching over, he pulled her to his side. The two got as comfortable as they could and eventually drifted into sleep.
Klaus had been gone for just over a day leaving K and the boys home alone while he went to see Elijah. It was safer for him, but she felt the draw, too. It was so hard to stay away from her family.
As she stood in the kitchen dicing up an apple for Matthew's lunch, she heard something in the background. It caused her to pause briefly, but when she didn't hear it again, she continued until their lunches were complete.
Taking a plate into each hand, she called out. "Lunch!"
Almost the same instant there was a clear mad-dash for the dining room. She smiled to herself when the two clamored for their chairs. They'd grown so much.
"PB&J and apples." She said as she set them down on the table.
"Thank you," they chimed in unison.
K smiled as the two tucked in almost immediately. She loved her boys very much.
Turning, she made her way back to the kitchen, but didn't quite make it.
"Mommy," she heard in a small voice. K turned once again to face her sons. She wasn't sure who spoke.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
Alexander tapped his apple slice lazily against his plastic plate before daring a glance up. "What's wrong with you?"
She was taken aback by the question and his innocent sincerity, so much so that it took her brain a moment to return to reality.
"What?" she asked.
This time, Matthew looked up, donning a smear of blackberry jam across his cheeks from where he'd bitten into his sandwich.
"What wrong with you?" he asked, repeating his brother's question.
"What do you mean, darling?"
"There's something inside you." Alexander continued, eating his lunch as though they were having the most mundane of conversations. Meanwhile, K felt her insides twist. "And it's wrong."
"Yeah, wrong." Matthew nodded.
They were so casual about something so extremely disturbing that it made K uncomfortable.
"So what is it?" Alex asked.
"Uh…" she hesitated. K wasn't really sure how to explain the truth to a pair of seven-year-olds. "It's complicated."
The two nodded lazily and after a moment, K let herself calm just a bit. Unfortunately, they weren't as finished with the conversation as she'd hoped.
"It's getting stronger." Matt said.
"She's coming." Alex added.
K stared at her boys wide-eyed. They looked like they were talking about nothing, like they were telling her that there was a bird on the fence. They were just so calm and casual, and that somehow made it so unsettling.
Worse yet, K knew they were right.
Fighting the urge to call Klaus immediately, K forced a smile and disappeared into the kitchen. There was no need to show her sons how terrified their simple statement made her feel.
