(outfit for chapter above) ━━━━━ ˚ . ✦ chapter fifty two you still won't hear me
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FRANCE WAS BEAUTIFUL at night. When the sun sets and all the lights go on, Paris shines in new splendor – literally. It's lights would blind you with it's beauty, from the top of it's beautifully crafted buildings to the carefully made brick roads. All of this were reasons why Klaus was drawn here. He wasn't interested in the humans, more of what they created.
"Strumming my pain with his fingers." French singers normally have a hard time hiding their accents when they sing but this woman's voice captivated him. She had a plaque next to her, reading 'the singing valentine. voice of a century'
He figured she frequented this spot, or this was just her safe space. Her voice seemed to resonate with him, its tenor strumming his dead and beaten heart.
The song seemed to jog a memory, one he'd buried deep.
Eliza sat atop the grand piano, legs crossed as she held a hairbrush in her hands. "Strumming my pain with his fingers."
"Singing my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song."
"It's like an angel cut its larynx out and shoved it into your throat." Rebekah snickered. "Is there anything you can't do?"
"I'm afraid not, Sister." Klaus strode in with a playful smile, his hands behind back. "She is perfect."
"Why thank you, Mr. Mikaelson." Eliza beamed, hopping down.
He shook his head, as if to shake away the memory. He forced himself to peel away from the scene, his jaw clenched. Klaus didn't need that reminder. Damn that bloody song.
He was so distracted, he had no idea how he managed to enter a bar. However, he didn't object. He slid into a seat at the bar, his eyes scanning the waitress taking someone's order as he awaited her to notice him.
"Like clockwork." Rebekah sighed, holding up the bar menu.
"I'm never wrong, Sugarplum." Callie smirked, sticking a toothpick in her mouth as she dropped the menu blocking her face. "You owe me twenty dollars."
"That I do. Where's Elijah?" Rebekah grumbled, her and Callie had made a bet about the time they'd catch Klaus at the bar.
"Compelling the Coroners office to claim animal attack."
"They're gonna start realizing what's going on and Hunters are gonna come hunting."
This was on repeat every night for the past month, Klaus would stroll past that singer who would sing the song Eliza sung atop of his piano, get depressed, come to the bar and get wasted, kill a human and disappear into the night all to repeat the cycle the next night, unremembering of the previous night. Before this was Hungary, Russia, Italy, And now France.
