The Howling ▹ Klaus Mikaelson

11.

THE HOWLING.

11. CHAPTER ELEVEN : man wonders, why cannot I do as wolves do? (n.e)

Existing implied the ability to not existing. Saying humans exist meant that at some point, they might have not existed, or that at some other point, they will have ceased to exist. Some people claimed darkness did not exist, that it was only a lack of light, but in another sense, darkness was a force of wickedness — an evil force. But could there really be a purely evil force, or is evil just another word for lack of light as well — a lack of goodness in a person's heart.

They preached and preached about deities —Satan, the prince of darkness some referred. And she would listen, telling herself she would always be good, but then she broke the curse by taking a life, and then countless lives then on. And now — now she was expected to help take five more at the hands of their mother.

When Tyler transformed — when he died with Klaus' blood in his system, he woke up only to drink the blood of the Petrova doppelgänger, and so the first of Klaus' hybrids were born. But he wasn't that to his sister. The way she saw him, though she never spoke it, and she loved him, she saw him as a successful experiment, an abomination between two species that were meant to come together.

And they preached and preached about acceptance and tolerance, and she always told herself that she'd forgive. You're supposed to practice what you preach, and looking at the world today, that was a lost cause.

But it brought her to a question: could one truly forgive someone who seemingly lacked all good — all light — in their hearts?

According to Esther, actions led to consequences. Her consequence of choice for her children, death.

Her finger traced over the top of the glass causing a soft, melodic ringing to fill the air.

"Can you stop that?" Damon asked from across the room. Rowan raised her eyebrows at him. "It's annoying."

Narrowing her eyes, she held up her hand and Damon smirked as if he won, but then Rowan's hand went back down and the sound of the glass sliding across the wood could be heard until it landed on the floor with a crash. A glare settled on Damon's face and a smirk on Rowan's. "Why happened to your victory drink with Stefan? You two could use some bonding time."

"He's too busy brooding," Damon said, gesturing with his hand.

Rowan hummed as flipped to the next page in the book she was reading just as Damon's phone rang. She ignored him, only looking up with he went on about a "sexy psycho doctor."

"Elena's missing," Damon announced.

Rowan barely looked up at him. "She's missing all the time."

"Yeah, well, we're not trying to kill a family or Original vampires all the time." Rowan cocked a brow. "Only recently, not all the time."

She raised her hands in surrender. "Okay, fine. I'll go look. You go round up Stefan."

Damon nodded, and she shut the door on her way out. Though Mystic Falls was a reasonably small town, it had, what seemed like, tons of places someone who'd been living there since birth could be. She knew Alaric was at the grill, so she didn't bother going there. Gilbert house, check. The cemetery, check. The falls, check. Check, check, check at every place until her phone rang.

"Elijah has her," Damon informed. "But we have another plan. First of all, what are you wearing?"

She nodded along with every word he was saying. Wasn't the best, more of time buyer at most, but it was worth it. "I'll head there now," Rowan said into the receiver, doing a quick U-turn in the road. "But you owe me, Salvatore, big time."