Klaus narrowed his eyes after her, shaking his head as he headed for the sitting room, finishing the last of his bourboun.
The child was insufferable. She was a miserable nuisance and he couldn't bloody stand her. Except when he did.
He stood her quite well. Tolerated her, even...
Reaching the sitting room, Klaus picked up a fresh glass and the bottle, hesitating as he gazed out the window without really seeing what was out there. He was seeing her face, the dark lines of pencil or charcoal, smelling her perfume mixed with paper and rubber dust...seeing her pale skin go waxy, hearing the steady beat of her heart melt into deadly silence.
He wanted to kill so badly in that moment he tasted bile and blood on the back of his tongue. The city no longer mattered, the city would burn for the natives that had nearly stilled that clever tongue.
Klaus didn't want this girl. Caroline was a vision. Cami was a pure soul, both called to him and brought out good things in him...
Lydia Martin brought out everything. She stole his secrets with a look demanding immortality, she challenged him with her strength and her fearlessness...she seduced humanity from him, and he did not like it.
Other women drew things from him. Lydia did something no other creature could: she compelled him.
So much so that the sound of knuckles on wood actually startled him...his own, against her door. His feet had taken him there without his permission, drawn him to her room like a moth to a flame...like a beggar to her gate.
Stunned into impotence for one instant, Klaus reclaimed his composure, and a shred of his dignity, by opening the door to admit himself without waiting for an invitation. She was already in bed...and for a moment, ensconced in pillows and sheets with her pallor still unwell, she looked for all the world like the child she was. Something about it moved him deeply, in ways he didn't want to examine.
Setting his pad on the foot of the bed, he walked over to perch on the edge of the mattress next to where she lay. Filling both empty glasses, Klaus set the bottle on the nightstand, then offered her one glass before raising his own.
"To your health." he toasted, only a little mockingly, before clinking his glass against hers and taking a sip.
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Date: 2014-08-21 08:20 pm (UTC)The child was insufferable. She was a miserable nuisance and he couldn't bloody stand her. Except when he did.
He stood her quite well. Tolerated her, even...
Reaching the sitting room, Klaus picked up a fresh glass and the bottle, hesitating as he gazed out the window without really seeing what was out there. He was seeing her face, the dark lines of pencil or charcoal, smelling her perfume mixed with paper and rubber dust...seeing her pale skin go waxy, hearing the steady beat of her heart melt into deadly silence.
He wanted to kill so badly in that moment he tasted bile and blood on the back of his tongue. The city no longer mattered, the city would burn for the natives that had nearly stilled that clever tongue.
Klaus didn't want this girl. Caroline was a vision. Cami was a pure soul, both called to him and brought out good things in him...
Lydia Martin brought out everything. She stole his secrets with a look demanding immortality, she challenged him with her strength and her fearlessness...she seduced humanity from him, and he did not like it.
Other women drew things from him. Lydia did something no other creature could: she compelled him.
So much so that the sound of knuckles on wood actually startled him...his own, against her door. His feet had taken him there without his permission, drawn him to her room like a moth to a flame...like a beggar to her gate.
Stunned into impotence for one instant, Klaus reclaimed his composure, and a shred of his dignity, by opening the door to admit himself without waiting for an invitation. She was already in bed...and for a moment, ensconced in pillows and sheets with her pallor still unwell, she looked for all the world like the child she was. Something about it moved him deeply, in ways he didn't want to examine.
Setting his pad on the foot of the bed, he walked over to perch on the edge of the mattress next to where she lay. Filling both empty glasses, Klaus set the bottle on the nightstand, then offered her one glass before raising his own.
"To your health." he toasted, only a little mockingly, before clinking his glass against hers and taking a sip.