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87|| Klaus 🩸

Klaus

Avery looked disoriented and fidgety. I'm not sure if it's from my sister's current state or if it's from some other reason. Possibly from Dahlia digging further into her head.

I don't like Abbie being in a comatose state and I'm downright vengeful for her putting Avery through everything. She's been going out of her mind and not only did she not notice right away, but she suffered in silence.

Then she went to Marcel and Davina of all people. She left this house, to go seek refuge in the hands of our enemy. I don't care how she thought I'd react, I had a right and needed to know the danger she posed to my daughter and family.

A family she considers her own and is no doubt a weakness in the eye of our enemies. A weakness Dahlia preyed on and exploited, trying to get Avery to do her dirty work.

She'd probably heard the rumors of Avery's ruthless nature and killing sprees. What she didn't account for was her utter devotion to my sister's health. If she'd put me in a coma, I have doubts any of them would've gone to such lengths to heal me.

Avery shifts on her feet again, her hands swiping down her pants. She reeks of anxiety and uncertainty. The way her eyes track every movement in the room like she doesn't trust anyone, but they soften when she looks at Abbie.

I've thought about asking Avery to allow me or Elijah to head dives into her. I feel like she wouldn't have a problem with it, but then again, she just might, due to the intrusive thoughts Dahlia has plagued her with.

"Maybe you should get some rest, Love?" Her body stiffens, but I see the goosebumps erupt along her skin. Her breathing falters for a fraction of a second, before she glances over her shoulder at me.

I'm not sure what flashed into her mind when she heard my voice, but the war waging in her eyes as she looked at me was enough to unsettle me.

Avery is many things. Creative in her methods of torture. Passionate when it comes to the things she loves. A natural when it comes to taking on motherly roles. A force of nature with a wicked tongue and strong will.

Nothing has ever cracked her meticulously crafted walls she's built over the years. Walls she built not to show weakness to anyone, or leave herself open to pain.

Looking into her eyes now, there's nothing in them. Nothing that I once sought refuge in. The same eyes that once told everything she thought or felt, not feel and look as empty as the abyss.

She's lost herself and I don't know how to help her find it.

"Maybe you should worry about saving your daughter and niece. I'm fine." Her icy glare leaves me, but the bone-chilling air stays. This isn't Avery. She isn't the Avery that once loved me or even cared for my family. She's a mere vessel for something far more sinister.

"Leave the room, Avery." I grab her arm, but she spins around, wrenching out of my grip, before pulling something from under her jacket.

"Leave me alone, Klaus!" She shouts, her fingers flexing against the rough wood of the White Oak stake.

Taking a step back, I take everything in. Her eyes are wild. I'm not even sure if any of us could talk her down at this point. Her hands are steady and her position methodical. She has her back to the wall, but not up against it; leaving room for escape.

Davina is of no use, she's deep inside Abbie's head by now. She's forced Freya from the room and Rebekah channels her magic like a newborn deer on ice.  Everyone in this room is now at her will, even with 3-to-1 odds.

"Bloody hell, Aves." Rebekah breathes out, shoving herself in a corner, in an attempt to make herself small. Avery's eyes never leave mine. "I didn't want to do this." She hisses, readjusting her grip on the wood.