Klaus was fairly quiet the rest of the night. I could see it in his eyes, the millions of thoughts swirling about, some deep and broody that reflected in his midnight orbs.
After we ate and watched the sun set into the fiery horizon, we walked back to the mansion. I wandered into another room, which I figured was like a second living room. In the corner of the room sat a huge ebony Grand piano. Unable to resist, I sat down on the small cushioned bench and opened the lid.
Running my fingers over the ivory keys, I smiled. Going off my memory, I began to play the first song that came to mind.
I sensed Klaus behind me and I smiled when he sat beside me. His eyes watched as my fingers danced over the keys.
"This makes me think of you," I told him. Then I began to sing.
"Hello, hello, anybody out there?
Because I don't hear a sound
Alone, alone, I don't really know where the world is
But I miss it now.
I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name
Like a fool at the top of my lungs.
Sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright
But it's never enough
Because my echo, echo, is the only voice coming back
Shadow, shadow is the only friend that I have..."
I looked over at him while my fingers kept playing.
"Listen, listen, I would take a whisper
If that's all you had to give
But it isn't, isn't
You could come and save me
Try to chase the crazy right out of my head..."
Klaus's lips meeting mine interrupted the song and I stopped playing to kiss him back. I stroked his rough cheek and sighed against his mouth.
"Will you play more?" he asked.
"Can you play?"
"Yes." I nudged him a little and moved over to give him room on the bench.
"You play, I sing," I suggested. Klaus looked over at me with a small smile.
"Any requests?" I thought about it. Then I smiled.
"Come away with me, in the night
Come away with me, and I will write you a song..."
Klaus caught up to the melody right away.
"I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee high
So won't you try to come...
Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountain top
Come away with me and I'll never stop loving you..."
My fingers joined his on one end of the keyboard and we played together.
"And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night..."
I looked over directly into Klaus's dark eyes.
"Come away with me..."
I sighed when the song came to an end. Klaus's lips were curved as he looked over at me.
"I didn't know you knew Norah Jones," I teased. Klaus scoffed.
"You said the same thing about Michael Buble, sweetheart. Being around for over a thousand years gives you a varying perspective on music."
"Were the 1960's as bad as they sounded?" I asked and laughed when Klaus shuddered.
"You have no idea, sweetheart," he claimed, his voice full of disgust.
"Well this generation is worse if you ask me," I declared, wrinkling my nose.
"Ah, yes, you young people and your Justin Bieber and Nicki Minaj. I will never understand the appeal of... of that kind of music." I started laughing, clenching my sides. I toppled off the bench and landed on my back, tears rolling down my face.
"Babygirl ?" Klaus asked, sounding amused and slightly concerned at the same time.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I said, giggling. Rubbing my hand over my face, I grinned up at Klaus, who had turned to face me on the piano bench.
"I just can't take it when you say something like that with that freaking accent of yours," I explained, laughing again when he cocked a brow and scowled.
"I don't see what's so amusing about my accent. You know, to me you're the one with the accent," he muttered, getting up and walking to the fireplace. I scrambled up and stood up. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pressed myself to his back and kissed his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Nik, I didn't mean to tease you," I said. He turned to gather me in his arms and looked at me dubiously.
"Okay, maybe a little," I admitted. Leaning up on my tippy toes, I kissed him gently. Klaus sighed.
"I forgive you."
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