The hidden Salvatore, she called herself. A secret she had so carefully kept over the centuries.
She enjoyed being kept a mystery. Enjoyed the hunt and the looks on people's faces when they realized her true identity.
Decade after decade she built...
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"My biggest fear is that eventually you will see me the way I see myself."
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"Niklaus." I repeated, curled up against his warm body with my back to his chest. His Cream colored pooling around us in a muddled mess. My mind was still fogged with sleep and yet I had woken up hours ago.
I was in a dream, wading through its water where nothing could break me out of it. I didn't mind staying in this dream forever. It was... peaceful. Without worry. Like this was an alternate universe where all that was left was bliss. I had forgotten the entirety of the events that had led up to this moment and now all that existed was this small fraction of a world, tucking between warm blankets as sunlight drifted through windows.
Klaus's hand snaked around my arm and down to my hand, entwining his fingers with my own as I asked. "Where does it come from?" I questioned about his name, my eyelids drooping with relaxation.
I wondered what its origin was. Honestly, he was a dinosaur, he could have been the first of his name anyway.
Klaus hummed, placing his chin on my shoulder as he fiddled with my fingers. "Doesn't matter." he murmured, a small smirk drawing across his face.
"Rude." I scolded with a soft sigh as I leaned back against his warm chest. I hadn't known he had tattoos until last night. A broken feather sprawled across his chest, becoming fluttering birds as it splayed out. And another on his back, a simple triangle.
I'd never really tried getting a tattoo. I'd always just assumed that it would heal automatically, and the ink would simply dry in my skin. Apparently, I was wrong. And I would remedy that soon enough.
I didn't know what time it was, or how long either of us had been awake. I knew it had to be around noon because the sun was high in the sky, not yet burning my eyes as it shone through the window.
I knew I should care. Should get the hell out of this one pony town and leave just as I had said last night.
And I would. I'd do it and I wouldn't look back.
But...just one more minute—a few more minutes, I'd stay here, and then I'd go. Just a few minutes would make a difference. I'd have to go back to the Salvatore house anyway to gather a few of my necessities. Things I couldn't live without. Maybe I'd steal Damon's car too just to rub salt in the wound.
As if he could see where my thoughts had drifted, Klaus asked, "Where do you plan on going?"
I raised a brow like I'd tell him that. "Why? Planning on following me?"
Santorini. That's where I'd go.
I'd go to Firá, the capital city. Indulge myself in whatever I wanted to do—a luxury I didn't have in Mystic Falls— I'd travel the city, look at the whitewashed buildings and admire their beauty. Maybe I'd even compel myself a cruise ship and tour the island from the sea. And then I'd come home to the little villa I'd find—and compelled myself, of course—and I'd watch the sunset as I drank a glass of wine and watch the ship's dock for the night.
