Really sorry for the spelling and grammar in the first two chapters hopefully this one wont have as many…
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Henrik! Wait for me, I shout after my little brother.
He's only thirteen but he still manages to run faster then me.
Our bare feet are sore but we don't stop running, I blame it on the Mikaelson heredity ,the hard-headed attitude runs through the whole family, his brothers has it his parents has it and his sister definitely has it.
As we come closer to our hut I stop and look at my brother, he's almost an adult now or at least he is to the rest of the village but those who knew him better could see the innocent he held in his eyes, an purity that only a child's eyes could hold.
He had tried many times to recapture his brother's light on paper but it was almost impossible even for an skilled artist like him to do it and even if he got remotely close father would always find out about it.
Father didn't alow him to draw because according to him that was what weaklings did and he wouldn't have a weak son.
But father didn't understand why he loved to paint ,because to Mikael love beyond family was also a weakness.
He had tried to explain it once, he had told him how drawing was a way of expressing his feelings with out hurting any one and that it was a way to save a memory in a way that your mind would probably forget after a few years, it ended up in a beating and harsh words being thown at him. Mikael made him belive that he was a coward and that he wasn't worth more than mud.
Since that day he had despised Mikael with every last fiber in his body it was also the day he had made a promise to himself, that if he ever fell in love he would make sure that she would forever be remembered in his drawing.
Present day
Klaus awoke of the alarm.
His body was still sore and his forehead was covered in a light layer of sweat.
His head was still processing his dream, some how he thought it was a bit funny that even after he became an immortal he still held on to that one promise, although since he became a vampire only one had made it far enough for his art talents to be used and that one had a fire that burned brighter then any one's he's ever seen..
An un easy feeling was building up in Klaus' stomach.
He couldn't be thinking of her right now, he needed to attend to the pressing matter.
If he was going to stay in this world for a while he had to know what he supposed to expect.
Klaus took long stride towards the blue Mac book and opened it. Luckly the owner wasn't smart enough to put security code on. The letter he had received was still lying crumpled into a ball on the desk next to the computer .
He picked it up and unfolded it giving it one quick over look before opening wikipedia and putting in the name Joseph Morgan.
The page slowly loaded , Klaus' stomach made a flip as the page came into view .
At the right side was a profile shot of him in a grey T-shirt. He looked almost normal if it wasn't for his soft feature and coyish smile that looked almost human.
Klaus couldn't remember him having a smile like that since his human days
It looked so natural on him, he found himself disgusted by the fact as same as intrigued.
How could this Morgan person look so much like him.
Klaus started reding the web site, Joseph Morgan (born Joseph Martin 1981) is an English actor. He is best known for his role as "Niklaus Mikaelson" in ´The CW´s the vampire diaries and it's spin-of the originals.
Klaus paused a second when he spotted his name, this had to be a joke , no way was his life a bloody teenage drama TV show he thought while reading the rest of Joseph's biography.
Born in London bla bla bla oldest child bla bla bla married to Percia White , ah that must have been the woman that had insulted him earlier .
He chuckled for no particular reason. As he finished reading he realized that maybe playing Joseph wouldn't be as hard as he thought but (ow was he wrong about that)
So this Joseph guy was married and was apparently working as an actor playing him,
But did that mean that he wasn't real ? Klaus felt a sudden sadness by the thought, a sadness that wouldn't even cross his mind for one second if he was still a vampire, but as a human it wasn't as easy ignoring his emotions.
Klaus decided that a quick scan through the house would do him good and also that it might take his mind of it's thoughts.
The bedroom door creaked open he stepped out in a small corridor with a door on the end of it, witch he assumed was the bathroom. Down the hall was the living room that wasn't separated from the kitchen much to Klaus' dislike ( so what maybe he is a bit picky some times). There was another door that lead to what looked like a study.
As Klaus started to take in the less oblivious details he wondered how any one could live in such a small space. Okay maybe he over exaggerating but he was used to living like a king and if he was to stay in this world for more than a day he absolutely needed to find another place to stay.
Why was he feeling so cranky? It wasn't either a feeling he was used to .
He walked into the kitchen area and opened the fridge and looked at the food choices .
"Bluup" a really weird sound escaped from his belly.
That's why….
Soooo that was the third chapter and I hope you all liked it and btw Klaus really is in need of a snicker if you know what I mean ;)