a ruthless original who burns everyone and everything around him but wouldn't let a flame touch her.
and an angel who resembles a mirrorball with her many faces and facades.
a perfect match indeed.
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✶ 𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫 ⌢ under the light of the moon ˇ !
. . On a particularly mundane street in mystic falls, further up through one of the old concrete apartments was Alaric's residence—which happened to be a place of inferior quality in his opinion, but there stood Alaric.
Well not exactly. There stood Alaric's body.
'Alaric' narrowed his eyes as he pulled open the old oak closet, and shuffled through the variety of low quality fabrics. He grimaced at the coloured flannels that hung in the closet. "Who is this guy, Safari Sam?" The Original snorted and selected two that weren't too hideous.
He turned from the closet and held them up, showing them off to Katherine, who had been compelled to sit in a chair—and was currently trapped. "Okay, bad, or badder?," he suggested, raising the two options—but this small gesture was far from being a friend asking for advice, as the woman in front him swallowed nervously, poorly concealing the fear she felt.
"The dark colors suit you better." She replied reluctantly, as his lips twitched upwards into a smirk at the false confidence in her tone. "The dagger and white ash are in the Salvatores' possession, correct?," he asked as she shook her head.
"They tried to kill Elijah with them, so, they're probably with him now. Or they finally managed to and he might be in the basement of the salvatores." She muttered. Klaus rolled his eyes, "that dagger needs to stay exactly where it is. The last thing I need to do is resurrect Elijah. that guy is a buzz kill," he sighed, buttoning up the dark maroon shirt.
"Don't forget you're on the outs with your girlfriend Jenna." She reminded, as he turned to her and nodded. "Right. Elena's aunt. For all the lies about Isobel. What else?," he inquired. She murmured, "That's it."
Klaus paused before he leaned in closer to her, his fingertip neared her cheek. She had flinched instantly, but that mere reaction caused a smirk to uplift once again, "Oh, so jumpy." He remarked. Katherine sighed, "I've told you everything that I know." She pleaded.
Klaus humourlessly laughed, as if she had just spoken the funniest thing. The original put his hands on the armrests of Katherine's chair and looked her straight in the face, his eyes unblinking, as his gaze glared at her sharply— a chill of fear running down her spine, making her straighten her back as she stared back at him tensely.
"You see, I believe that you think such, but what would you not know? What could they be keeping from you? Hmm? Tell me." He ordered, lifting her chin up with his thumb, causing her to look up at him as he compels her. "They were trying to see if Bonnie could find a way to kill an Original without a dagger." She informed, as he hummed.
