Damon left pretty soon after, to go and check on Elena. And Elijah went to see their mother, leaving me alone with Klaus. I was exhausted. The triggering had caused me to come down with a violent case of influenza last time that had almost killed me, and it seemed this time wouldn't be any different; the migraine I could feel coming was going to be a whopper. Nik had provided me with pyjama's courtesy of the girl waking up from the not-so-dead dead, Rebekah. So much had happened in so little time, and it was all very overwhelming. After a steaming shower, I braided my hair into pig-tails, put on the sleep clothes and re entered the room. Klaus had made himself comfortable on the bed, he had also changed into pyjama's. He was insisting on staying with me, in case something bad happened, his paranoia actually a good thing for once. I was unsettled; having the curse upon me again was not something I was looking forward too.
Last time, in the 1800's, I had only been cursed for a few years before I died, and it was not something I wanted to repeat. Turning off the main lights, I crawled in bed; Nik settled in next to me, laying on his side facing me. I rolled over to face him, and the love and concern that showed in his eyes is what tipped me over the edge. I started to sob, and after only a brief hesitation, Nik pulled me into his arms and held me. We laid like that for a long time, eventually my crying stopped, but my body continued to shake and shiver, and he held me through it all. This is why I had loved him. Why I did love him.
Niklaus was such a tortured soul. He always had been, and he always would be. But in certain moments; a look, a smile, a moment in the dark, the little boy who withstood the whippings and beatings of a hate filled father, and the continuous abandonments throughout history, he shone through. When he let himself feel without walls and guards, truly being himself. It was those moments, the fierce loyalty and love, and the kindness that could save the world if he'd let it. So many only saw the dark and scary, saw the protection years of being hunted had caused him to put up around himself. They only saw the monster time had created. But those lucky few, those who he trusted and loved, they were the ones who got the gold. To see him as Nik, the broken boy who just wanted to be loved, that was an honor and a privilege.
After a while, we both fell asleep, and together we dreamed of an impossible future. Of a past that never would be. And a present that had been ripped from us so long ago.
There you go! It's taken me a long time, but my inspiration is back and I am starting to write again! Yippee! I hope you like this, the next chapter is going to be a dream of their "Impossible future, a past that never would be, and a present that had been ripped away." I really hope you enjoy this little tid bit, I know it's not much. But it is a start! Righty-oh. On we go!
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