I'm Yours, Klaus (Book 1)

CH. 26

TWENTY SIX:

Friday, June 24th
9:30 AM

"They say the passage of time will heal all wounds, but the greater the loss, the deeper the cut, and the more difficult the process to become whole again. The pain may fade, but scars serve as a reminder of our suffering, and make the bearer all the more resolved never to be wounded again. So, as time moves along, we get lost in distractions. Act out in frustration, react with aggression, give in to anger. And, all the while we plot and plan as we wait to grow stronger, and before we know it, the time passes. We are healed. Ready to begin anew," Klaus mused.

He stood at the end of the bed in jeans, currently buttoning up his shirt he just pulled on. I on the other hand laid naked in bed, under the sheets, with my diary propped against my knees as I was writing and Klaus was telling me what he'd write if he kept a journal.

"Spoken like a man who's made peace with his demons," I smiled softly at him.

"My demons are dead, or chased off," he shrugged, doing the last button on his top.

"I hardly agree with that statement," someone stated. I huffed and shut my diary, while pulling the sheet up to my neck to cover myself.

"Do you ever knock?" Klaus asked. "Get out, brother. Now. She's not decent. I said get out!"

Elijah simply stayed in the open doorway, crossing his arms. "She's fully covered and I'm completely not interested anyways. I came to talk to you," Elijah said.

"They'll be no talking when I snap your neck. You can leave while she dresses," Klaus said firmly.

Elijah thankfully left, shutting the door behind him. Klaus moved to help me out of bed. "I totally hate him," I grumbled.

"I know, baby girl," he said, kissing me on the forehead. "Put some clothes on."

"No," I whined. "I like being naked."

He chuckled softly, smirking, "Don't tease me, Danielle. Put on something quickly."

I rolled my eyes, still smiling playfully as I moved to slip on a pair of panties. Then tossed on Klaus' shirt and a random pair of colorful yoga shorts. "You can come back in," Klaus called to Elijah.

His brother opened the door on cue and stepped inside the room this time. "What I was going to say was, it's been a month, Niklaus. And you must stop distracting yourself with this ridiculous behavior and channel it into some kind of action," Elijah said and Klaus hummed.

"Why must I, exactly?" Klaus asked and I snorted, heading into the ensuite to brush my teeth.

"Because over the course of Marcel's tenure, the city grew accustomed to having a king. You wanted this throne. Now, you must accept the responsibility that accompanies that," Elijah answered him. I rolled my eyes; he was wasting his breath. I've been telling him that for a month now. He doesn't care.

"Apologies, but I'm rather ensconced in other pursuits," Klaus said.

"If you can so easily neglect your home, I wonder what will become of your daughter. Have you forgotten what it was like to live beneath the threat of violence? We must work together, Niklaus. Let's make this city whole again."

"Perhaps it is too broken to mend."

"If you won't do anything, I will," Elijah replied. A minute later there was silence before our door shut again. I came out the bathroom then, raising a brow at Klaus who eyed me up immediately.

"If you don't care about this city, then why are we still here?" I asked Klaus who simply smirked, shrugging.

"I have a child on the way. She's here."