Part Nine: One Real Thing You'll Ever Know

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back before you lost the one real thing you'll ever know

Klaus woke up and from the clock on the wall he could say it was three am. He walked out of his room and looked around with the hope of finding Elena's room. After a few doors he tried, he finally saw two doppelgängers sleeping in the same bed. And actually, Katherine was not sleeping, she was singing slowly to Elena for her to sleep.

They looked like a mother and her daughter

Her soft voice stopped when she saw Klaus standing and watching them from the door frame. She frowned and got out of the bed quickly. "What the hell you think you are doing here?" It was more like a statement rather than a question. Klaus narrowed his eyes. "This question's answer only concerns me and Elena, not you"

"Listen me very carefully, hurt her and I will be the one finding the white oak and stabbing you" Katherine tried to step down but Klaus held her arm harshly, refusing to let it go. "I see you appear to be more confident, sometimes you are forgetting who are you talking with" Katherine faked a smile and shook his hand away. "If you harm a hair on my head, Elena would never look at your face again. At least my confidence has a root, yours is a huge empty balloon which can pop in any given second" Klaus fell to the silence for a second before Katherine talked. "Seems so Elena still has a soft spot for you, if you let her down again consider yourself dead" The older doppelgänger walked passed him to her own room and Klaus sighed with the words she had to use. Again, once again he hurt her too many times and in too many ways.

He walked into her room and sat down at the couch placed next to her bed. She was far from being peaceful, she had a lot to stress over. He was willing to come back to her life and help her with burden of everything about the life they were surviving through. He did not lean over her nor his hand caressed her cheek as he spoke in the form of a comfort giving whisper. "You gave me the most precious thing I could ever dream of, yourself. And I wasted you like you were endless"

He could not find it in himself to touch her skin after her tears burned it down as they streamed down because of his selfishness. "You know, I love you still. I love you more than myself" He smiled, given to her breaths, she was sleeping steadily. And she looked more peaceful, he was well aware that they were in need of each other. "I am sorry, I could never tell you this before but I am so sorry that I hurt you. That you had to see that scene and could never forget, I am sorry for ever thinking of betraying the one person who loved me truly and I love most"

He hoped she was able to sense him because he could not find it in himself to tell of it when she was awake and looking inside of his eyes. "But you know, I always knew I would find my way back to you. After all, you were the only person who had a little faith on me" He stood up and looked at her one more time before leaving the room.

A dim light caught his eyes as he walked out of the room where Elena was sleeping. He walked through the room, only to see his daughter sleeping. It was hard to process that he had everything he wanted to have but he still let them burn. He watched her for a while, she was beautiful, just like her mother. She was red headed like her sister and from what he remembered when they were in garden, her eyes were brown like Elena's. Her skin tone was very light, more like her father. He really could not believe that something that precious happened with his actions and he still had the audacity to leave her and her mother.

He was solely stupid

Ophelia, it was the name was playing in his mind since the moment he heard. He was angry when he heard Hayley was pregnant because she was not the one he wanted at all. But he loved the idea of having a child, a daughter. Day by day he was able to see his brother was falling for the werewolf and he had no problems with it until the day she got killed.

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