❝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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At some point, Bodie passed out. Or he pretended to in hopes that Henry would stop. And when Henry did, he still played unconscious long enough that someone walked in. He heard the sound of an impatient sigh which seemed more like a groan as if they were waiting for Bodie to make a slight movement. Whoever had come into the room took a few steps towards Bodie—after scribbling on what Bodie thought to be paper, probably discussing with Henry about what happened and such—and stroked the side of his face.
Bodie recognised the touch alone, the softness of his skin, the heat that came off him, the way that his touch felt on him, the way that his touch ignited everything in him. Klaus. Klaus who probably, most defiantly, wanted to murder him for the stuff that he's done. Klaus, who even after everything, Bodie still hoped for too much, he knew that he took it too far with the white oak stake, and as much as he tried to make an excuse for his actions, it wouldn't be right. He threatened to kill Klaus by waving around the stake, talking about Henrik's death the way that he did, and such.
He tried his best to keep himself as still as possible, feeling the way that Klaus' fingers stopped at his cheek. In all honesty, the slight warmth of his fingers were warming up his cheek, he hadn't really payed that much attention to how cold the shed was before, but to be in Klaus' presence and to feel how warm he was, it seemed to hit him at a sudden realisation. He wanted to lean into Klaus' touch, but he didn't—he didn't want either Klaus and possibly Henry to know that he was awake and that he'd acted as if he had passed out.
"Leave us." Klaus spoke. There were footsteps and then a door closed. The presence by Bodie's side was strong, the need to reach out and either touch Klaus or rip his heart out was strong too but undeciding. Though, then, Bodie felt a shift in his body, like someone was raising half of him before his head ended up on something soft. Klaus hummed. "Bodie, let's not pretend anymore."
Bodie groaned but kept his eyes closed. "Shush." And here he thought he was being subtle. "How'd you know?"
"You can last a lot longer than half an hour of torture, Bodie Erikson," Klaus responded.
Something twisted inside Bodie. He opened his eyes then and looked at Klaus properly. "You rarely use my full name." Something within him yelled at him to run but he pushed it down. "Whatever you plan to do to me, Niklaus, just do it. I'm tired, Klaus, just please."
Klaus placed a hand over Bodie's cheek. "I'm not done with you yet, my Bo." He cleared his throat. "I suppose you're wondering as to why you're here of all places. And what I have done to your precious brothers."
"You compelled them," Bodie spoke, trying his best to ignore Klaus' hand on his cheek and the way that Klaus rubbed his cheek with his thumb. "You probably compelled Henry when you first invaded our house with Elijah while Will and I was out and made him act as if nothing happened or when you decided to use Will against me to bring me here. And then you compelled Will when Henry and I went to get all of us food. I take it you wanted to know if I was hiding anything that could harm you and your family to which lead to the stake. Compelling them was the best way to keep an eye on me more closely and to find anything of use to you out." He sighed. "And now, you've locked me in a concrete and brick shed that magic can't be used against and no vampire can escape from, even if they are an Original, making this the perfect trap."
