Enigma -> K. Mikaelson

07

"Oh for heaven's sake, what are you doing here?"

A groan of annoyance left my mouth at the sight of Klaus at my doorway. At first I was thankful to whoever woke me up from my nightmare by knocking on the door.

Then it was revealed that it was the Original Hybrid bothering me. A flash of a smile passed over his face, but it was replaced by concern which was surprising considering I've never seen him worried about anything.

"Can't a concerned friend drop by to check on you?" He asked.

"I must've missed the part where we became friends." I replied.

He leaned on the doorway since he knew he couldn't come in due to the fact that he wasn't invited in and it was clear I wasn't planning on doing so anytime soon.

There's enough vampire drama outside of my flat, I don't intend to bring any of it inside my living space.

His eyes flickered over my face and I shifted uncomfortably not understanding why he did that every time he saw me.

"I heard you having a nightmare. Are you alright? Your heart is still beating faster than normal." Klaus said.

My body tensed at the mention of my sleeping struggles since I didn't think he'd notice. I move a lot in bed when having a nightmare as a way to try and escape from what haunts me in the dream.

I bit my lip as I pondered on how I should answer his question. If it was any other day, I wouldn't have even considered telling him about it.

However, the look on his face made me rethink that decision. "I will be, once my brain stops reliving the nightmares. They come and go, but they're usually just memories of my mother."

The dots in his head seemed to connect as I took a deep breath observing his reaction to my revelation. It's been a long time since I've told anyone about the fact that my mother is the one who haunts me in my nightmares.

When I was taken into foster care, I overheard people saying that I was an abused child. I didn't know what it meant back then.

After realizing that the beatings my mother gave me weren't out of love nor because I was a problematic child, I understood what abused meant and it filled me with a rage that I couldn't understand.

But it also damaged me in ways that I wouldn't comprehend until later on. From what I've heard about Klaus, he can understand what that feels like. The flash of emotion in his eyes was more than enough to convince me of it.

"I'm assuming she wasn't a good mother if she could ever harm you so much that you'd have nightmares about her," he said," anyone who hurts someone like you isn't right in their mind."

My heart skipped a beat at his words as I found myself startled by the amount of emotion that his voice held. It was the first time that I didn't feel like he was there to use me or my magic, like he just genuinely wanted to be there.

Our eyes locked and my breath hitched at the sheer intensity of his gaze. It made my stomach flutter as I swallowed a lump in my throat.

"Thank you, for saying that." I said.

He went to say something, but decided against it and just nodded. It wasn't like him to hesitate at doing anything. A part of me hoped that meant he was honest with me.