The Little Lockwood

4

EDITED

Avoiding Niklaus Mikaelson is not an easy task, but for the past week I've been fairly successful at it. That is until now.

Walking around the back alley way to the Mikaelson house in the French Quarter, I carefully creep up the wooden steps, making sure none of them creek as I do so.

I open the heavy wooden door with the key Rebekah gave to me earlier this week, closing it behind me as I step inside, I feel a presence in the dimly lit hallway.

I ignore the presence and continue to the room I've been staying in, my converse shoes lightly tapping the floor as I walk swiftly.

When I reach my room I close the door and turn to find Klaus sitting in the chair by the window, the same chair I miscarried in the day I arrived here.

Glowering at him, I cross my arms over my bare torso, as I'm in a crop top and jeans.

"What, Klaus?" I state abruptly.

His blue eyes seem amused at my hateful tone, 

"Well you've been avoiding me all week love, I just figured it's time you and I actually sat down and talked about what the hell happened to you up in Alaska." His tone was serious, and I knew there was no getting out of this now.

"What do you want to know?" I ask him, my tone is softer now, not wanting to pick a fight with him. I'm too tired after running around the marsh woods all day as a wolf, escaping my own reality.

Klaus motions for me to come sit on the bed closer to him, and looks me up and down, 

"You fell in love again?"

I shrug as I sit on the edge of the bed, 

"No, no. He fell in love with me. Why do you care?" I shoot back at him.

He holds his hands up in defense, but his eyes don't leave my face, 

"You were completely destroyed when you arrived here, between Brandon being killed and losing your child, I just want to know what happened."

I drop my shoulders to try and relax, yet immediately felt myself tense up again, 

"There's nothing to say really. Silas came to harness our Lycanthrope power, he drained all of Brandon's which killed him. In my rage, I tore Silas to pieces, I think I killed him honestly. There's no coming back from what I did to his body. And I didn't know where to go, so I came here. I didn't want to go back to Mystic Falls. All the stress and the torturing Silas did to me must've been what made me lose the baby." I finish talking and run a hand through my long hair, which I straightened today.

Klaus's eyes fill with pity for me, which I dislike but don't comment on. I didn't want his pity.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Debria," He says softly, his British accent soothing to my ears.

"I guess, it's just awful. How my husband died because he Ioved me, and loving me is a death sentence I guess. If I would've stayed in Mystic Falls, and just endured the pain of watching Damon love Elena, then Silas would've killed me. And Brandon would still be alive, happy even." I say, tears welling in my eyes again as I stare at the dark hardwood floor. I practically signed Brandon's death certificate the moment I showed up at his doorstep.

I look up to see Klaus's eyes glued to my silver wedding band and the pearl ring on top of that.

He swallows hard, his eyes loudly, 

"You got married?" His voice holds an undertone of jealously.

"Well, yeah we slept together one night and I got pregnant. He proposed, we got married but I guess I'm a widow now," I say sadly, slyly hiding my left hand behind me on the bed so I can lean back on that arm a bit.

Klaus shakes his head a few times before looking at me, the gleam in his eye joking now, 

"Why didn't I get an invite?"

"It was small, family only," I say, smiling slightly as I think about my wedding with Brandon.

"Well, again, I'm sorry for what it's worth. And know you always have a room here for however long you want it," Klaus says and stands up, clapping his hands together,

 "I'll let you get some rest."

I stand up as he walks towards the door, 

"Wait."

He turns and looks at me, 

"What, love?"

"Why the sudden concern for my well being?" I ask him genuinely interested, I wasn't sure still cared about me like he used to.

His blue eyes study my face, 

"I care for you Debria. I always have, you know that. This isn't new."

I stay quiet and just stare into his eyes, the silence between us louder than words.

Klaus nods awkwardly once and opens the door before he looks back at me, 

"Well this was nice, it has been awhile since we've really seen one another."

When the door closes behind him, I close my eyes and I'm thrown into a memory of Brandon and I again.

"Whatever the future brings, just know that you are my light, forever Debria," Brandon whispers to me as we walk the property of the farm in the moonlight. 

The wedding reception was over, and everyone was gone, but  we wanted some more time alone so we decided on a midnight stroll. My wedding dress held up in one hand to not get it dirty.

"I cannot wait to raise our child together Brandon," I smile at him, our fingers intertwined between us.

Brandon turns to look down at me, his eyes full of joy, he takes his other hand and rests it on my stomach, "We are going to be amazing parents."

Taking a deep breath I pull my clothes off and yank on a nightgown Rebekah supplied to me, she basically bought my new wardrobe, I should really thank her. She's been nothing but kind to me since she learned about my miscarriage.

Climbing into bed I close my eyes and lay on my side, curling into a ball, just wanting this pain to stop. The physical pain from yet another Lycanthrope being killed, and the pain from losing the  baby.

"You look as beautiful as ever," Brandon beams at me as I walk into the kitchen from outside.

I'm carrying a bag of groceries and I set them on the counter and go behind it to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"This is a common effect, I've heard, when a woman is with child. But you are uncommonly desirable," Brandon leans down and whispers in my ear from behind me, causing the little sparks and shivers to travel down my spine that makes me laugh.

I turn around and look up at him, sticking out my tongue playfully to defuse his flirting, 

"That is, until I ballon to the size of a plough horse." Then I kiss his cheek again before continuing to pack the few grocery items.

Brandon laughs, a real one and starts unloading the groceries with me, 

"You will still be the most beautiful women I've ever seen."

Pressing my eyes closed harder I do my best to push the thoughts of the future I created for myself with Brandon away. I need to stop mourning the death of a life I will never have. The death of my best friend. The death of the baby we created.