Chapter 3 (Author's note:Hey guys!I hope you enjoy chapter three, its a short chapter but I promise the next one will be longer. Please leave a review if you can. Hope you have a great day and as always #HAPPYREADING
Klaus wakes from the nightmare overly drenched in cold sweat. His breathing roughly increases as he tugs on his perspired tshirt, the sticky texture way too similar to that of the blood in his nightmare. His chest hurts and so do his hands, they're wet, clammey. It all aches from the thought of the neverending oak painfully plunging through him.
Despite the pain he immediately runs to Hope's room, desperate to reassure himself of her safety. He can hear her resting pulse and steady heartbeat . It doesn't give off any indication that she's in trouble or terrified. It's the exact opposite actually, it's calm,content, and peaceful.
He's suddenly stopped by the sight of Elijah and Haley hovering over her bed. Haley soothingly rubs Hopes back, while kissing her.
The two then turn to each other endearingly, partaking in a small kiss.
Soundlessly retreating Klaus turns away, not wanting to give the couple an audience.
He's certain she's in good hands with Elijah and Haley looming above her. They'd put her before all other matters and do anything to keep her safe, now he knew why she was so calm and peaceful.
He's had a rough three days, and out of them all this was the worst. Hangover, Haley, could probably just chalk it up to being an off day ,but being who he was and being who his family was, you could never be too sure. So just incase he'd have to get some insurance.
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"Would you just help me interpret it". He pleads with Freya.
The night is still young and an impatient Freya is just about to head out. She's already late and and him asking for help is just making her later.
"Klaus, I actually have somewhere to be, so if you'll excuse me ." He sidesteps her.
"What? Too busy to lend a hand your brother, I believe the college boys can wait."
She rolls her eyes and folds her arms, impatiently waiting for her brother to move.
" And here I thought you and Rebekah were just a little bit contrasting What is it with the youth of this dreadful generation that seems even remotely appealing to you all ".
"Normality ".
She starts to walk away but he stops her again, halting her.
" I'm not a dream interpreter, I'm a witch, it's probably not anything magic related. You're probably just overreacting."
"Would it hurt to find out?"
She takes a heavy deep breath,briefly looks at her wristwatch. She takes a seat deciding to spare some time with her younger brother.
"Start from the beginning." she says.
He goes through the dream, careful to to leave of any distinguishing details. He stomach almost turns with the thought of the women who tried to steal Hope away from him.
"Dreams of babies can often signify innocence, warmth and new beginnings . Don't put too much thought into it. We just moved out of the city."
She began to move and he grabs onto her hand.
He stands now."No," and lays a soft hand on her arm. "It didn't feel like that at all. It felt realistic, as if this sinister woman that loomed over my child had an evil agenda . She was set on stealing the innocence from my daughter for her own twisted intentions.I know first hand dreams can also be a significant sign or foreshadow of what's to come. "
""Look you said you checked on Hope earlier, if you're going to argue with my methods why even come to me, is Cami too busy or something".
"Why go to her when I could ask you, I'd like to think of it as that sentimental thing they call sibling bonding".
He had to be quick with his response or the truth might've actually came out.
" There are other therapist in the quarter besides her, and just because she broke that thing you call your heart doesn't mean you still can't be friends."
"There you go again drawing striking comparisons to that of our younger sister. You and Rebekah forever meddling where you forbiddenly don't belong."
She'd seen right through his exterior, just as Rebekah would have. He did miss Cami and who better than his sisters, the hopeless romantics to understand his pain.
She rolls her eyes once more."Well that's all I have,now I can give you some blessed candles to help you sleep without the dreams but other than that.."
"Freya its fine, before you leave can I ask one thing though?
"That is?" She impatiently turns back to him.
"Don't tell Elijah".
The words are stiff and unattached, but hold some sort of weight.
"Why is that, nothing can be keep a secret in the house..."
"I mean it Freya, I refuse to worry him with all this dream nonsense."
She's taken a bit back by his compassion, it was a something that didn't happen often, rare. "Recently Someone suggested the best thing is just let him be happy, and I have no intentions of getting in the way of that."
Freya smiles, exiting.