Strange stories

Klaus *argument*

"We are all mortals Niklaus!, some of us just live longer then others, well all have feelings some of us just have the power to turn them off, we all can die, me, you, our family can we can be killed, by something that gave us life, the damn thing can take it away as fast it can give!, and you. You try and use it against me. ME! The one that's been with you from the beginning the one that saved you, taught you how to hunt, stuck up for you, died for you, murdered millions for you, I've never left your side when you needed me, someone the most. I've been through all your heart breaks all of your murderious sprees, emotional flips!. And all your petty less flings, all your outrageous burst of anger, sadness, betrayal. And you threw it all on me, ME!, Niklaus. Me, how can you hurt and betray some one that's never left your side?, that's stuck with you through thick and thin, someone that never judged you no matter what you did, how can you do it to someone who loves you for over a Thousand years?, tell me Niklaus, how does it make you feel loosing someone that's has always loved you no matter what?, tell me Niklaus, TELL ME!...." Maarika yelled as she forcefully pushed at Klaus's shoulder, tears running down her face, never once have she been this emotional, tears welled up in Klaus's eye's as he watched the love of his life pour her heart out to him, his own heart clenching in pain at her words and at the way he treated her so badly as he stood there in silence no words coming out of his mouth.

"Cause if you don't I will, the day I though you died the damn day I thought someone killed you, it tore me to shreds, just knowing that I'll never see you again was so damn painful!, it felt like the white oak itself was being repetitively stabbed in to me, the burning anger, hatred and pain coerced throughout my veins slowly killing me, I was blinded by that pain I killed towns upon towns filled of men, woman, all slaughtered, the towns light up in flames burning the bloody towns to ash, I started halosanating, seeing you there next to me drinking on the couch, painting in one of your many art rooms creating a magnificent masterpiece letting your emotions be painted by the brush that danced upon your fingers, I saw you dancing with me like the old times, I became mad Niklaus I was loosing it, old memories came back to me, the emotions hit me like a wave, I was drowning, suffocating in nothingness, weeks went by my body, my mind became rabid it was as if I were a werewolf again loosing control on the full moon only ten times worst, I was dying.. my body gave up, I gave up, laying there in the forest in ripped, blood soaked clothes the frosted layer of golden brown leaves cooled my skin as I took my last breath letting all the pain I felt out with one last howl, Niklaus, I died.. because of you and I hated it." He had tears running down his face his hand became loose around the white oak stake letting it fall to the ground as he stared in to Maarika's glossy eyes, trying to figure out the words to say, only for it to come out as a mumbling mess.

Drinking, hurting others and going on a killing rampage was his way deal with the problems that had been put upon him, but this one he hadn't done anything but sit there in the same spot where she left him shocked tears still threatening to fall down his rosed kissed cheeks and off his chiseled chin to create a puddle of salted liquid on the marbled floor, but they wouldn't fall not because he didn't let them, but because those tears didn't want to fall, they wanted Klaus to remember what he had done and how much he hurt the love of his life, by being a selfish bastard as his father calls him, only thinking of him self and his self only, not talking consideration to those who help him when ever asked, who stood by him in his worst time as well as the best, for always putting there life on the line for him and not thinking about there own.

But now as he sat there feeling a measurement of guilt and anger, not at Maarika but at himself for not noticing this before for not noticing her and her feelings towards him, for not realizing how much she loved him just as much as he loves her, But he won't tell her not when his plans are incomplete, not when there is so much more to do so much more to conquer, so many people to kill.