Protector- Niklaus Mikaelson

Chapter 14 - Finished

I apologise for the short chapter, and the very long wait. I have been so busy with school projects and visiting my sister at her university. I do apologise. However, I hope you enjoy the chapter, and since it is very early in the morning (12:30 am almost) I will update again later on the day.

-Jess

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I stayed in my flat for the past day and a half in front of my keyboard as I attempted to finish the song I had written about Niklaus. I had to admit, it was coming along quite well, however, I, myself, wasn't sure if I was ready for anyone to hear it. It was one of my most personal songs. Other than "Mother", "Lonely Man" had seemed to be more emotional than the others I had written up. I suppose it was one of those things that just slipped my mind every once in a while, and until this change of scenery did I start to feel more emotional, more drawn to the area.

The other day, when Damon had so rudely entered my home and discovered what I was, I had the urge to go leave me flat, and look around. As I followed this "urge", I had come across an empty lot. But it wasn't as empty as you would think. There were piles of burnt wood, and walls of a once well formed living room still standing - burnt, broken, and unusable. The remnants of this once inhabited lot were so solemn, curious, and beautiful.

I felt so drawn to it, but I resisted against my will to jump over the barb-wired fence to get closer to the scene. I had lost track of where I was, and I had to call Bonnie at some point to ask for directions on how I could get back to Moon Valley Rd. When I walked away from the lot, I kept having the need to look over my shoulder back towards the lot. It was a strange feeling, as was the feeling that I was being watched. By whom, was the question today I was asking myself.

Second day of working on this song, and I had nothing. I closed my eyes to try to think of something that I had observed from my times with him that could be useful and relative towards the song. So far, images of him drinking his bourbon, or scotch, or was it both, had run within the stage in my mind like the opening act of a play. My brows furrowed together in concentration and I attempted to remember every bit of time with him.

He had so much hate and pain in his heart. I could see it in his eyes, his cold-seeming, blurred eyes, hiding his true self. It wasn't the wolf, or the vampire, it was human. His human self was buried somewhere beneath all the hate, and all the pain. I know it was there. I could feel it. I only wish that he would give me the privilege of allowing me to know that person. That Niklaus. The one he was years ago.

My eyes opened quickly as I thought of something to write. I stopped twirling the pen that I had between my fingers and begun to write. Second verse was written, the pre-chorus followed and soon after the chorus itself, the bridge and the ending chorus were the last to be finished as I took a deep breath and wrote the ending words to my Niklaus' song, "Lonely Man".

I was finished, I was happy. I was ready to submit this to Cal, however, I had five more songs to write up for him. The second I realized this, I groaned. 'Why must Calum request for eleven songs for an album, maybe it could be an E.P. and submit it to the label as it is.' I thought to myself, but then shook my head as I realized that Calum Montenegro would never submit an unfinished album as an EP to the label. This, I hated.