❝Klaus Mikaelson was the monster one would tell their children, he's the villain in everyone's stories, but for me he was the prince who saved me from myself and I think I saved the last bit of hope within him.❞
Bodie Erikson wasn't human, but...
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Bodie wondered as to how he got himself into these situations. One minute he was prepared to hurt the one who hurt someone he cared about, but now he was staring at the face that he loved with his whole heart, he wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to now. He wanted to defend his small family, but it was Klaus. His Klaus. The one who he watched empires rise and fall with, the one who he watched as history was being written with. Klaus Mikaelson who defended Bodie with his life just to prove his innocents to his parents who knew werewolves killed their youngest.
"Klaus." Bodie whispered. He took note at the hand which was still risen as if to rip his heart out. A part of Bodie wanted to reach out and touch Klaus, but he decided against it. He knew that the last time they saw each other, Klaus was just about to run from his father, so Klaus done what he could to get Bodie away: break his heart.
Bodie used to wonder as to what he would say to Klaus when they saw each other again, but this time, he couldn't think of anything to say. Don't get him wrong, there was a lot that he did want to say, but none that stuck around long enough for him to speak, he wanted to ask Klaus anything that came, but he feared that if he spoke, it would cause an argument.
He saw the way that Klaus' features shifted from anger to confusion to realisation and then to sadness. Though Bodie could tell that he was fighting to push down what he felt, he clung onto the idea of Klaus looking at him with sadness. For it was all that Bodie felt for thirty years (give or take) since Klaus broke his heart. For thirty years, Bodie hadn't heard a word from Klaus, only to be left with the assumption that he was the one behind all the sudden murders in some areas, causing fear and frightening those who dared crossed him.
"Bodie," Klaus repeated.
"Okay, now that we've established that you know each other's names, Klaus, what the fuck are you doing here?" Henry asked.
Bodie, despite everything that he felt when he stared at Klaus, managed to look away, taking a step away from him. He'd noticed that Will was on his feet and was well, though the sour look on his face was clear—as was the look on Henry's face. Both not pleased with the idea that Klaus Mikaelson was in their house or the idea of him being back in Bodie's life.
Klaus allowed himself to hide what he felt, he stared at both Will and Henry for a brief moment before turning back to Bodie. He grinned then with a small chuckle. "Heretics. I've heard of you, the Original Vampire, and his Heretic pets. I honestly thought that it was just a rumour, it couldn't have been my Bodie who kept Heretics as his own personal pets."
Bodie rolled his eyes. "Klaus, please, they're my family."
Klaus laughed. "Family?"
"Yeah, you know," Bodie shrugged, "considering that your father executed my entire family, leaving me with basically no one. Plus, they've been there for me through nearly everything."
