“It wasn’t always mine…”
Klaus sighed and closed the book. He had gotten a stack of them from the bookstore on a whim and desire to lock himself away from all that thought that knocking on his door would be the way to get him over the fact that Rebekah had left but Marcel hadn’t followed her. He would have told her that he told her so, but it didn’t matter.
He regretted changing the man. Not saving the boy, but changing him.
He was a man of many regrets compounding on his failures and his own inability to keep his sister happy and his brother at peace with himself and what he became. He threw the book and sat back. Every book he read reminded him of them.
He wandered. That was what he did now with his sister gone and his brother being in control of New Orleans until summer hit. The way that Klaus figured it, the division worked for the fae, it would work for Elijah and himself. He had no other recourse. He had to save his city, and his city had to be prepared for his daughter (even while he planned for the child’s mother to convientely disapper).
He had to allow for the city’s growth and through that, he had to leave, and so he did. He dodged the cracks in the sideways, ignored the looks that people gave him, as he thrust his hands deeper into his pockets, and kept his back turned towards where he wanted to go: the sea. No matter how close he got to the beach, without Elijah and Rebekah at his side, he wouldn’t step on the sand.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he looked to the stranger, and he tried to infuse a sort of bored politeness into his tone: “you wouldn’t happen to know where the Town Centere is, do you?”
He had something he needed to look up. Things to find. Lineage to trace.
I’ll be working on a verse/crossover page outline at work today and various starters. So, like if you want one.
It wasn’t every day that the Hybrid was able to take his worries and literally leave them by the wayside. He mourned for his sister as keenly as if she had died instead of leaving him. It was a heavy weight upon his shoulders that caused him to turn his back on his city as it tore itself apart. He looked west with the idyllic desire that he had as a human child kept under his father’s control. West meant freedom. It meant the ocean. It meant everything he wanted and could never have - until now. The benefit of being a hybrid was that he stood outside of the moon’s control, his form was larger, he stood in sharp contrast to the shadows but the moon shone silver off of his fur as he ran. Each footfall fell silent and the forest quieted as the wildlife realized that something far too old to be natural was in their midst. He leapt over the river and seamlessly changed from one form into the next. It had taken practice to master that, the pain never eased but it blazed freely through him and he accepted it. He landed in the form of a human, and gathered the clothes that he had left behind. 
He pulled on his shirt when he heard the twig snap behind him, and he caught the scent and smirked. Young ones. He enjoyed them. “If you are going to stab me - I’d like to warn you that my brother has the honour of killing me when the time comes, and I’d hate to take that pleasure from him.”
The little boy ran into Klaus’ legs, and the Original looked down. “It’s all right, Little One,” he said, kneeling down to put himself at the child’s level. He looked around and saw no adult looking after him. He sighed. “Now, what am I going to do with you? You’re much too small to eat,"he commented, poking the child’s side, getting a small smile. "All right then,” he stood up and hoisted the child on his hip. “We’ll find someone that can look after you.”
He looked around. “I hope.”
like this and I’ll write you a starter when I get home from work at 10 tonight.
Just as a note that this blog is AU post 1.16 of the Originals. I’ll still be using the show as a base, but I won’t be following it as strictly on this blog. That means that I’ll be writing characters in, writing other characters out, generally opening this up to be more crossover/oc friendly. So if you want to plot - remember that I write Klaus as older than the show writes him but other than that - bring on the crossovers and all ocs, male and female.
It was the betrayal of his sister that cost them their city. The respect of the high class, the unity that they had gotten not through the subjection of others but through alliances. She, in her mistrust, ruined it all for them and still Elijah sought to protect her. Klaus didn’t know why it hurt so badly. Knowing Elijah stood before him because of their sister. Perhaps it was because Elijah would do anything to protect her. Maybe it was because Elijah had never done that for him, not when he was human and when it counted, but then again - Elijah was with him because of guilt when he truly wanted his brother to stand with him out of love. “If you think to talk me out of it, save me your idle words. It will change nothing. I will kill her, and her lover, and anyone who gets in my way.”
There was a point when the mind couldn’t take more pain and retreated deep within, through doors and steel reinforcements until the madness abated, and he was calm. He sat in the place where he used to escape when Mikael came for him, and as always, a large white wolf sat with him. The vampire lust and drive all but gone. “I don’t know how you were able to find me here but - perhaps company wouldn’t be so bad…”
