❝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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Bodie knew that there was a chance that he was being dramatic as a whole but knowing that he had Will and Henry and even the Snow's was something of comfort. It had been some form of awkward between both Leo and Bodie, but in some odd way, Bodie found it comforting to be beside Leo, it was different and nice, and somehow managed to calm his nerves a little more. Elliot had given him a look as if there was something that he knew but didn't want to say, like Elliot knew what the pair of them did.
Just like Will said, the Snow's stayed the night much to their disapproval, but they caved. Leo managed to sneak into Bodie's bed which wasn't something that he was against at all, in fact, it was something that felt almost unreal. He knew that there was a chance that none of this would last, he knew that it wouldn't, but to have someone beside him was strange and refreshing to some extent.
Come morning, it was the same, Bodie would go into a small panic because he thought that he heard something and assumed that it might have been Klaus or Rebekah that have come to kill him. He'd woken up Leo by mistake and ended up being comforted by Leo after Bodie almost attacked him and gave him a painful headache to back off. Of course, there was a lot that he was still worrying about when it came to this, but he hoped that there was a chance that he could get through it.
Now, it was the afternoon and Bodie wondered whether or not he'd planned enough. He knew that there was nothing that he needed to fully worry about, but he found that his brain was working overtime because of his worry over whether or not Klaus or Rebekah would come to his home and demand for a fight or kill the people that he likes. He knew that there was a chance that his behaviour would be the reason why they all get killed, that he might drive them away, but he found that all he could do was to be worried about everything.
Bodie, the Snow's, and the Woodford's had spent most of the day going over plans that could happen in order to protect Bodie. Bodie decided that it was best for him to keep the white oak stake that he owned on him at all times, just in case anything happened. There were talks about what was best, whether or not they could do spells on Bodie, himself, which Bodie declined—not because he didn't want to, but because he knew that there was a chance that magic might backfire. Of course, that wasn't the reason, he just didn't want the risk of being cursed.
He knew that there was a chance that he was being dramatic about all of this, that there was a chance that he was overthinking and assuming that there was a chance that everyone was out to get him. As much as he knew that the Snow's and the Woodford's were on his side, there was this small feeling inside of him that nagged at him as if he knew something, that there was a chance that one of them or all of them were going to betray him.
For a moment, Bodie wondered whether or not the Snow's thought himself downright bad because of the fact that he'd killed Henrik, a small boy who just wanted to see the werewolves change. He wondered whether or not they were doing this because it was a way to get close to him before betraying him. He knew that there was a chance that he was simply overthinking, that there was nothing for him to worry about, but all that was going through his mind was his fear of getting killed.
