Burning in the sun (Sequel to Rising from the ashes)

Burning the memories

Dreaming in fire use to be terrifying. Consuming everything in site as the smoke filled my lungs and I felt myself burn from the inside out. Now with the blood of a creature that thrives in the flames coursing through my body it's safe to say the flames no longer disturb me. What disturbed me now was only death, not just my death but the death of another.
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I awoke with a gasp wincing as I did so. My entire being ached as I slowly pushed myself up out of bed. I looked over and let out a squeak of fright. That's twice now a man has been in my bed when I awake and it's not kai but Klaus thankfully fully clothed snoring away. I was happy that we at least made it to my room as it would be more awkward in his.

Swaying not so gracefully over to the balcony I realize it's no longer mid-day but evening the sounds of laughter and jazz trickle in from the streets below. I sigh enjoying the cool summer breeze trying hard not to miss home. I'd give anything to wake up once again in Kai's arms but I can't go back not with this air of sadness wrapped dangerously tight around my heart and anger blinding my thoughts.

I never liked thinking about the events of Ric's wedding but the thoughts came anyways. I didn't want to blame Kai but I couldn't help but feel unsatisfied that I was not the one to destroy the man who took my first child from me. Klaus would kill anyone for his daughter including her mother if the opportunity and circumstance presented itself. Meanwhile I'm left empty only to think why me?

A hand on my shoulder tears me away from my thoughts and I turn to surprisingly see Elijah looking solemnly at me. He wiped away a tear I hadn't realized escaped my eye before hugging me from behind. It wasn't a romantic gesture as anyone else would believe, it was his way of giving space while also comforting. It gave me the ability to wipe my own tears should I choose to do so. It gave me the chance to cry til my hearts content without the destruction of his beautiful suit.

And I did just that I wept for my daughter, for my love, for myself. I wept for Klaus and the never ending battle to protect his family, I wept for Elijah and his inability to find his own happiness. I wept til my throat was sore and my cheek had swollen up near my eyes. Elijah only hugged me, resting his head on mine and stroked my hair. He didn't say a word because he didn't need to, he saw my distress and like the gentleman he is became my invisible cloak from the world. Finally when I had calmed myself and my sobs were nothing more than mere hiccups I turned and hugged him properly.

"I didn't think I could confine in you like this anymore. I know you have a whole other life now and I should just be a fleeting memory but I appreciate it." I managed to say through a scratched voice. He lifted my chin so I could meet his eyes. "You deserve the world Melody let alone my company. Don't belittle yourself to me, it won't work because I know you are a strong, beautiful and passionate woman who could never be forgotten." I smile giving him one last hug before walking back into the room. I notice Klaus seated at one the arm chairs with red rimmed eyes and a frown. "Is it hard to believe a woman with such a melodic voice could almost bring tears to the eyes of a heartless monster by just sobbing?" I stood shellshocked for a moment as I stared at him, this man, the man known to be ruthless and fearsome possibly the most unkillable man on the planet cried from my broken sobs? I shook my head and turn just as Elijah himself dries an eye. I glance between the two before going over to pull Klaus from the chair and hug him. "Alright boys enough with the sad stuff." I say turning to Klaus. "I need a new form of grief I think you can help me with." He raises an eyebrow. "How about a little fight between the hybrid king and the badass hybrid 2.0?" Klaus smiled a wicked grin. "I do love a good challenge."
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Elijah didn't come with us to the church turned vampire gym as he was still at odds with Klaus. It was a odd place to fight let alone house vampires and at one time witches. It's like the sanctity was synthetic though still held power over me. My gut turned over at the thought of fighting here. "Alright what shall it be? Fist fight, knifes, staffs?" Klaus opened up the cage as I slowly stepped in admiring the large rafters in the ceiling. "I think fists will suffice." I bent my knees and assumed a fighting stance I'd learned a few decades ago on my 'trip around the world in order to ignore my brothers fighting'. Klaus only gave a smirk and leaned against the cage wall. "Ready when you are darling." My eyes became a fiery red and I felt the heat creep up to my cheeks and down my arms to my closed fists. "Go!"