The Perfect Mikaelson's

102|| Klaus 🩸

Klaus

For the last few months, I've felt the annoying flicker of recklessness and sense of loss. We eliminated a threat, but it brought out the worst in us.

Elijah has shunned me from his life. Hayley is still receiving her punishment. Kol and Abbie are currently living their care-free lifestyle, as if the rest of us don't matter. Freya seems to be sleeping her way through the Quarter now that she doesn't have a ticking clock over her head and Rebekah.. well Rebekah is her usual pestering-self, talking my ear off since nobody else is ever around.

That leads me to my latest distraction. The one thing that should've been enough to bring my family back together again, but they've all seemed to move on.

I wouldn't dare allow her to escape me that easily. No matter how much she begs.

But she's not begging. She's not doing anything but staring at the ground, refusing to look at me. It's bloody infuriating.

Making my way down to the basement, I expect this to be the day she snaps out of her tantrum to complain or curse me. Anything to give me the fight I'm craving.. but yet again, nothing.

I take in her appearance and grimace. Her skin ashen and slowly desiccating. Her eyes sunken and dull, hair matted and dull as well. Avery is many things.. but even I'm bummed out by her dullness.

"Cheer up, Love. This could all be over if you just flip that pesky switch." I crouch down in front of her, but she still refuses to look me in the eyes. "I'm sure it's becoming extremely difficult to ignore that voice telling you to let it all in."

"Piss off." I smile, moving closer and pushing some hair out of her face. "There you are, Love. Why don't you come out and play? I might even let you get in a hit or two."

"I'd rather die than play your games." I tilt my head, poking my bottom lip out. "Is that annoyance? Desperation? I don't have much experience with desperation, but I'm an expert at being annoyed. A thousand years trapped with Elijah and his holier-than-thou attitude."

"Because you're a saint, right?"

"I knew you always understood me. So flip your switch and we can figure out a plan to drag them all back here, kicking and screaming preferably." Her head slowly lifts, a breath getting caught in my throat when I see her normal vibrant blue eyes nearly gray.

"How about you condemn me to the fate you really wanted ever since I left you." My jaw tightens, and my hand itches to grab her and make myself very clear, but I refrain. Somehow.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but that anger or maybe even pity, seems to be winning." She glares at me, her eyes never leaving mine as she says. "Maybe you should rethink your plans here, Klaus. I may feel anger or hatred, and you could try to use it against me, but you forget.. the reason I flipped my switch was because of these emotions I had for you. I hated you so much when you not only forced me to kill Derek, but did it to hurt Abbie too."

If I wasn't looking at her, I would've missed the smallest shine in her eyes. She can use the anger and hatred to fuel her no-humanity cause, but sadness isn't something she can feed off of. There's plenty of things to use to tear her down and I know exactly how to open those flood gates wide open.

Getting to my feet, I pull the key out of my pocket and unlock both chains on her wrist. Tossing the key aside, I grip the hair at the back of her head and jerk her to her feet.

She cries out, clawing and scratching at my wrist. "Let me go, Klaus." I do as I'm told, but it's only for a second. Grabbing her elbow, I drag her through the corridor and back upstairs, to my room. She wants to hate me, then what's one more thing when I can solve our biggest issue. It's for the greater good.