❝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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Emotions were a difficult thing for the humans to comprehend, for a vampire, it was harder. Every emotion and desire was heightened that it overcome some vampires. For Bodie, it came to him like the desire to run in the forest, to feel the air rushing past him, to smell the air that seemed just a little too clean, to have the sun shining on him through the gaps of the leaves, to have the trees around him as if they were watching him go. And yet a run in the forest could be dangerous whether it be a root of a tree being risen from the soil below, tripping him at any point, or it could be the fear of the vines which might prick at his skin. And yet, at the sudden flick of a flame, that forest could be lit, causing flames to warp around him on his run, causing him pain.
And at the moment, all that he felt was pain. Pain, pain, pain. Betrayed, betrayed, betrayed. Over and over again, suffocating him as if he was choking on smoke caused within a forest fire, and it overwhelmed him to the point where he wanted to scream or tear something apart. He wanted to dig his claws into a warm body just to feel the way that blood run from the wound that he created. He'd wished that what he felt wasn't suffocating him, that there wasn't this need to kill anything in sight, and yet, here he was with the undying urge to kill the innocents who didn't deserve his rage and pain.
He knew that he should have expected something like this or something similar, but it still hurt him in ways that he never expected for it to, especially when it came Klaus. He knew that Klaus was cruel and mean, and something generally downright bad, and Bodie knew that Klaus could sometimes and very rarely was like that with him—never him. But clearly, Klaus was capable of hurting Bodie more in a way that he never had done before, Klaus had done the one thing which Bodie never thought that he was capable in doing.
"Bodie?" Henry said. Bodie could tell within the sound of his voice that Henry was worried. After all, Bodie hadn't been able to control himself; the black veins of the vampire kept showing and fading as did the glow of his eyes, he wanted to feel the breaking of his bones under the shift, he wanted to feel his broken bones shift and change into that of a wolf, he just wanted his emotional pain show itself more physically.
"Bodie?!" Henry yelled, this time grasping at Bodie's arm. He'd felt a familiar numbingly gentle feeling as if everything within him was being drained. Bodie knew that it was Henry syphoning him because to him, it felt as if he was being drained—in some small way, it made Bodie think of watching as a bottle of drink slowly be poured away, but instead of it being some random drink in a bottle, it was everything which made Bodie, him. He wanted to let Henry continue to drain him of everything and hopefully kill him, but he knew that Henry wouldn't allow that at all.
After a moment, Bodie rose his hand and laid it over Henry's hand which still grasped at his arm. Henry loosened his grip then and stopped himself from syphoning Bodie, he'd looked at Bodie only to be greeted with the overly familiar emotionless expression that Bodie sometimes wore when he didn't want to process his emotions properly. He knew that there was a chance that Bode could have flicked the switch off, but Henry knew better, Bodie allowed himself to feel everything, to feel whatever pain he was in, but instead of processing it like a normal person would, he pushes it aside like it's the least important thing to exist.
