❝rex tremendae majestatis
qui salvandos salvas gratis
salve me fons pietatis
salve me fons pietatis❞
when caroline forbes and alaric saltzman make the mistake of alianating one of their daughters, lizzie, she finds comfort in the arms of the daughte...
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Klaus glanced at his surroundings - the room only looking vaguely familiar - until his eyes met the hazel of Hayley Marshall's watery own - but she looked.....different, somehow. Her near black, well kept hair now peppered with lighter highlights and seemed a lot more untamed, the additional piercings in her left ear and unfamiliar tattoo creeping out past her grey shirt collar also caught the hybrid's eye.
Klaus could tell straight away that she had been crying, vague hints of mascara trailing down her face and glassy eyes being a dead give away. As was her painful silence.
He looked just beyond her to see a large mirror mounted on the wall, and he took in his own appearance. His beard was more scruffy and grown out, and his hair more curly and unruly. He noticed pictures scattered around the edge of the mirror....he noticed himself and Hayley in some, but the primary stars were an unfamiliar pair of teenagers, a boy and a girl, their hair a dark chocolate brown and eyes an ice blue. The same hair as Hayley and eyes as him. Is the girl....Hope? And the boy....no, it couldn't be him.
There was no sign of that bastard of a husband of Hayley's, Jackson Kenner, in any of the photos, so why would his son be in so many of them? Including a picture with just him, Klaus and Hope?
Klaus was snapped out of his thoughts by a presence in the room doorway. The hybrid swore a witch must have been playing some sort of mind game on him or that he was completely smashed with whiskey - because there was no way in hell he was really seeing Finn Mikaelson of all people standing solemnly in the doorway of the room he presumed to be his daughter's.
It was made worse by the fact that Hayley seemed to have more hope in her eyes than surprise at the sight of the Original vampire.
His eldest brother took a slow step forward into the room, though the pained look on his face never leaving.
"I regret to inform you that I have no better news than an hour ago. Marcelleus and Elijah have every last wolf, vampire and witch in this city searching and Rebekah, Kol, Carlos, Elena, Henrik and I have been searching ourselves, and I've even heard word that Camille O'Connell has been compelling humans to assist but still nothing," he paused, taking a breath, "Jackson Kenner and his last two remaining loyalist wolves are still our primary suspects, along with Freya believing they may have a witch or two on their side that's interferring with any of her, Bonnie or Davina's attempts at a locater spell."
"What about Mary?" Hayley questioned shakily, on the verge of more tears.
"She's been as helpful as possible with our thorough search of the Bayou. It seems that despite....everything, she still sees them as her grandchildren. She was the first to officially declare Kenner a dead wolf." Finn responded.
"He damn well is!" The words just spilled out of Klaus's mouth in a growl as if he didn't have control over them. Everything was so strange. Why the fuck was Finn here, acting like his & Hayley's informant? And why did he mention the names Elena, Bonnie and Henrik? What did those two foolish teenagers from Mystic Falls and someone who happened to share a name with his centuries-dead brother have to do with what ever the hell was going on?
