Stefan paced the room, drink in one hand, brooding. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth was in a strained line. Where was Klaus? What was keeping him so long? They had much to discuss with the white oak dagger missing and croatan running mad in the streets and all. Hopefully Klaus would return in a better mood,and would actually sound reasonable then throwing wild accusations around and half hearted threats. Stefan gave up pacing, finding it only made him feel worse, more anxious, and plopped himself down in a armchair, letting out a defeated sigh.
He didn’t know how much longer he could do this. Guilt gnawed him constantly, never giving him a moment of peace or relief. And he hated being kept here like a prisoner , having to act like nothing’s wrong, that he was okay with how the Originals, how Klaus, ran things. All the lives he was forced to take, without consolation, the only justification being that he was protecting all human kind from the infected. And his thirst…was getting harder to maintain, to ignore. An inner war was raging inside of him, a war he lost either way, he knew he couldn’t fight the ripper much longer, but he had to try for as a long as possible, or he really would loose everything…he really would be alone…..
Stefan closed his eyes trying to push that thought out of mind, he needed to focus on the here and now, because that was all that mattered now. He then continued sipping at his drink quietly, utterly and infinitely alone….
Klaus didn’t have time for this. His mood had soured from terrible to horrifying, and he made a beeline for the liquor cabinet. He did not have time for a glass, and with as much care as he offered those whose lives he so mercilessly ended, he drunk straight from the bottle of scotch.
It took him several moments to notice the presence of the ripper in the room, as he fell into a plush armchair and downed an unreasonable majority of his liquor. “I thought we agreed that your daily brooding would be kept to a minimum in my presence.” He attempted to sound teasing, but in his current tired state of mind, he only sounded as though he were searching for a fight.
Every day and night, it was consistently the same story. He would return home from the slaughter of the infected, wash away any bodily fluids he had procured along the way, and take his drink to the upper level. He was finding his alliance, those of which that tugged at his tightly wound nerves the most being Bonnie and Stefan, was a source of contention for him more and more everyday. After a few drinks, some nights he would loosen up, whereas on others he would have half the mind to stake every one of them. Here, he was loose and uncensored, a stark contrast to the ways in which he would so carefully have to take the lives of the infected, applying extra caution to avoid the splatter of the blood that was said to spread it.
Nevertheless, he could easily tell that Stefan was bothered by something, and he leaned forward, studying the ripper as though he were a pinned butterfly. “Something the matter, mate? Your moral compass isn’t rearing its head again, is it?” How he loathed self-righteous Stefan.
Well, well, well! Someone likes my face. Care to sound off?
Don’t flatter yourself.
Bonnie eyed the hybrid warily, a kind of burning frustration settled in her gaze as he so casually dismissed all she had said as wrong. She moved her emerald gaze so that her frustration could die down with the urge to cause him pain, so that she stared at the alcohol he was pouring her with a tiredness greeting her form. “Don’t hold your breath,” she spoke slowly, “I won’t apologise to you, not even for that- I wouldn’t expect it.” Not even greeting what she knew would be his some what smug expression, she simply took the glass quickly from his hands and did not complain as he moved away.
Dark hair shook against her shoulders as after a moment she finally brought her eyes up, “I can handle a drink, Klaus” she said quickly, half lying as she stared into the depths of the glass; despite many things she’d learnt and many ways she’d changed while being here, lying had not been a skill that she had improved on. She’d stared at the glass timidly for a moment, realising that she was yet to take a sip. Bonnie took a small sip and almost choked at the burning sensation that hit the back of her throat. The taste clung to her mouth as though it would never leave and she all but glared at the liquid. However, knowing Klaus was on the other side of the room she gave a sigh, too tired to face the rest of the night alone. Unlike herself, just to prove the Original wrong and to ignore his suggestion, she downed more than half of what was left in the glass and felt her entire system ignite- her magic pulsing like a glowing beacon in that moment. She failed at keeping her eyes from widening and so she sharply turned away, “Expect the same,” she got out.
Klaus raised a tentative eyebrow. Whereas the Bennett witch could not hold her liquor for what it was worth, as it appeared, he had his fair share of time to perfect and master a resistance to the beloved and burgeoning liquid. Pouring himself a second round, he crossed the room and refilled her glass. “You’re a terrible liar,” He informed her. “Your heart jumps whenever you fail to speak the truth. However, I admire your tenacity, and if you reach the point at which you can longer hold yourself, I may consider dragging you up to bed.”
Carelessly, he tilted his head back and poured a good amount of the burning liquid, careful to avoid contact with his lips. Contrary to popular belief, unlike his sibling, Kol, he was not a barbarian and in such trying times, he fully realized that the trade of bacteria wasn’t the most recommended approach to the situation.
I know, I know. But this whole thing is just so tiring.
I can only hope that my efforts are making some sort of dent in the leagues of infected we are faced with - in a perfect world, it’d seem that they would be growing smaller every day.
Our efforts and sacrifices are necessary. Someday, we’ll reap the rewards in exchange for what we’ve given.
Bonnie eyed the liquid timidly, knowing for a fact that the kind of magic she was using and alcohol swirled together and gave an unusual, indescribable feeling. Though, as usual it was also the principle of taking something from Klaus that had her shaking her head to the side. However her mind instantly changed and she brought her eyes back to the hybrid with a small nod.
Her lips parted in honest confusion and disbelief, her shoulders lifting in disagreement, “My Grams wouldn’t have.” It just came out without much thought to it, really. When thought was actually placed to it, it was enough to make her stomach twist in a way that, in the past, would have provoked the water works. But here, now, she had long mastered the art of keeping back what she’d share with herself later. Her Grams didn’t want her to have anything to do with this kind of magic- she knew, she’d known it since that night she’d tried to bring Elena’s soul back and switch Klaus’ body. She watched her Grams die again that night; that night almost seemed like a distant dream that hid in the back of her mind- she didn’t know whether it had actually happened now that she thought about it. Were things really like that?
“You want to take it over- make it yours.” There was enough acid in her tone to alert him to her detestation of that fact, “The world went on without Kol and Elijah. It went on even with you in it. So many people exist without you in their lives, it’s not yours to make decisions for.”
Klaus chuckled darkly, pouring a second glass for her to enjoy. “You see, love, that’s where you’re wrong. This world did not go on without Kol, Elijah or even myself. The world has claimed us as inhabitants for as long as the world itself can remember. Never forget that. Someday, when this virus blows over, and it’s thanks to me, I’ll expect an apology from you, Miss Bennett.” He handed her the glass of freshly poured amber liquid, and took his own to the opposite side of the room to enjoy in solace.
"I’d advise you to go easy on that glass," He called, rummaging through some boxes with no true purpose in mind. "If you end up collapsing here and now, I won’t be the one to drag your body up to bed."
Always and forever. Cheers Nik.
It feels like it’s been ages since we’ve seen each other. You’re so busy all the time.
I know. My apologies, but it’s only to protect ourselves. Always and forever - just as you said.
Things will change soon, Bekah.
Klaus…I didn’t know you were still in town.
One of among many things you are not aware of, sweetheart. Tell me, what have you been up to?
The witch stayed silent as his questions because she simply didn’t know how to answer them. In all honestly, she believed he didn’t want to watch this world crumble- but she no longer trusted her judgment. She only silently glared at his back as he so casually threatened her life, and she lifted her chin, unfazed by it all- she couldn’t be killed, not while he needed her. Bonnie then almost smiled at his questions on her state of being, “No… But… That’s what you want, isn’t it?” For her to be a lifeless, soulless husk of what she used to be- her morals dead- and fake loyalty to him at the thought of mercy on her life. Maybe he wasn’t her enemy anymore, but she was an enemy too now.
Silently, Bonnie did as he asked- not because she always did what Klaus said, but because she just couldn’t argue about something else. Her finger tips searched the area on the opposite side of the room where she’d seen Kol tip his glass at her. Inside the first drawer she opened hid the small glass bottle- a year ago, she would’ve smiled at that trick. When she was still floating feathers and opening all the right drawers whether she knew where to find things or not, made a warmth spread in the pit of her stomach. Now even that was being used. She wasn’t here in fear of losing her life- although, as much as she hated to admit it, she didn’t want her life to end, even if it meant staying here- she was here to protect her friends and that’s why she couldn’t just walk away. Bonnie extended her arm with what he wanted grasped in her fingers, “I don’t want to die.”
"Thank you," Klaus commended her dryly, snatching the bottle from her hands. "Would you care for a drink?" He began to pour the amber liquid that had so comforted him over the extensive years of his past, ready to shroud the outside world in shadow once again.
"You know, Miss Bennett, I have met your mother, and her mother, and her mother’s mother. I’m sure you get the idea - you’re a very intelligent girl. An admirable quality, truly. But, you should know, that your ancestors would not shun you for your actions now. They would understand the necessity of the powerful magic you wield, especially in this time of great suffering. You should also know that I have built this world alongside my brothers, and rarely do I destroy a creation, especially one so expansive and magnificent." He took a deep swig of his drink, then, gazing upon her, he held up a second, empty glass with a raised eyebrow.
What a pleasant surprise, Miss Gilbert. And where have you been hiding?