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𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗜𝗜𝗜. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄
❛𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾❜
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An emotionless looking Klaus had just taken a painting off the wall in the study, revealing a safe that was built into the bricks behind it. He spun the dial and put in the combination to open it. Inside was a wooden box, which he opened gently as he walked away from the safe. Inside the box was a stack of old letters in fading envelopes. The man was going through the lettera when Freya Elijah had joined him in the room.
Freya was curious to know what the letters were and she was almost shocked to hear what they were that she incredulously asked, “You collect trophies from all your victims?”
“Letters to their loved ones, to be specific,” Elijah explainex to his sister.
Klaus tried to ignore them as he startex to look through the letters. Klaus absentmindedly said, “It was a phase.”
“A phase in which we were forced to learn a different kind of stealth.”
He sat forward in his chair to continue the story for Freya and the audience's benefit.
“You see, over time, Niklaus' enemies grew so numerous, we had no choice but to artfully withdraw from the world,” Elijah explained to his older sister.
Klaus gave Elijah an offended look.
“And then...”
Freya gave him a curious and exasperated look, and he turned to address her. “Well, I wouldn't exactly describe our presence in this city as discrete. Wouldn't you agree, Niklaus?”
Klaus, exasperated and frustrated, finally joined the conversation in earnest, “We all saw the white oak destroyed. Plus, this city is crawling with vampires, all of whom had no choice but to shield me from potential foes. Were I to die, they would die, too. I couldn't have been more safe.”
Klaus was starting to look distressed now. “And now my sire link is undone. Those very foes will come for me... Like never before,” he said.
Freya sighed, “It's only been a few days since the link was broken. Must you jump into crippling paranoia already?”
