Abominations | Klaus Mikaelson

Chapter 6

Chapter 6
Little Werewitch

Andrea slammed down a plate, grabbing her second glass of wine and pouring it down her throat.

"So, you're rested. Your fed. Tell me about Katerina" he declared

"Most men get their power kicks from torture and intimidation yet with you it's drinks and fine dining" she teased.

Klaus smirked at her, pulling the glass out of her hand and putting it back down on the table. "Well in your case, I favour hospitality over unpleasantness but I have been known to change my mind on a whim. Where's Katerina?" he demanded.

"You seriously think I know?" she asked, staring at him for a second.

"You tipped her off as to what we were up to and set her on course to find the cure" he retorted. "In return, she sent her lackey to snuff you out."

Andrea glared at him, grabbing her glass of wine once again, and gulping some more down.

"Tell me, what did Katerina promise you?"

She took a deep breath putting her glass back down and sliding her chair back. "I was in California, in a witch back street where I had been hiding after my mother's death when I received news that my sister had been murdered" she explained.

"Lone witch" he muttered. "Well that does explain your charming bravado, abandonment issues will do it every time" he teased.

"Sounds like you would know" she snapped back.

Klaus leant towards her. "I'm the only one that can protect you. I'm happy to do so, provided you corporate" he smiled.

She smiled back at him. "Let's just say, I have issues with authority" she teased. "I don't trust her if that's what you think."

  "Then why are you defending her?"

"I'm not defending her" Andrea snapped. "My sister was brutally murdered and concentrated on New Orleans ground against my wishes, meaning she's stuck in an eternal loop of torment simply for being related to me."

"You want to bring her back ..." Klaus muttered.

"She said she knew a witch" Andrea explained. "I was desperate okay, I was grieving I believed her. However now, I'm pretty sure she set the whole thing up" she shook her head to herself. She was disappointed in herself if anything. "I don't want to talk about this anymore" she whispered under her breath, walking away from the table leaving him alone, once more.

Klaus stared at the witch, letting her walk away. In some strange way, he related to the witch.

~*~

Andrea wandered into Klaus' art room, filled with paintings her eyes wandering over the colourful walls.

"Hate that" she declared. "Too much" she flipped over to the next, canvas. "I don't fucking get that" she walked over to another pile, glancing over the variety of browns, greys and blacks.

"This one doesn't make me wanna puke" she smirked at him. Only then, did she notice that he was smiling back at her. "Why did you paint it?" she asked.

"Panting is a metaphor for control" he explained. "Every choice is mine: the canvas, the colour. As a child, I had neither a sense of the world nor my place in it, but art taught me that one's vision can be achieved with sheer force of will."

"The same is true of life ..." he declared, walking towards her. There had to be only a meter dividing the two. "... provided one refuses to let anything stand in one's way" he smiled down at her.