Falling ::Klaus Mikaelson::

Chapter 12- Après Moi, Le Déluge

I walk into the study where Elijah and Klaus sit and argue about Celeste. "Why does any witch do anything?" Klaus asks. "Because they don't listen to pompous assholes." I suggest.

We hear glass breaking and we all look at each other. "That sounds like it's going well." Klaus shrugs. "Yes, well, trying to earn trust after killing her one true love was not the most splendid idea." Elijah retorts.

"Are there any more inoperative deaths you'd like to wave in my face?" Klaus asks and I snort, knowing Elijah would have something to say about that.

"Give me a month, I'll get you a list." Elijah states and they both laugh whilst I sit and listen to glass breaking.

"Young, old, dead, or alive, witches are a pain in the ass." Klaus sighs and walks out of the room. "Is he sure it's the witches?" I ask Elijah. "Who knows." He shrugs and walks out of the study. Why am I always a loner?

If they want me to be a loner, I'll be a loner. Suddenly, the whole house begins to shake, as if an earthquake was rolling through.

I walk down the hallway and watch as everyone fumbles around the courtyard. I'm then grabbed and sped to the courtyard with the others. "I was fine, Klaus." I growl and cross my arms.

When it all stops, of course they leave me standing alone... Again. "Hey, Hayley, what are you doing?" I ask as she walks in. "I'm telling Elijah the truth, and I'm almost positive it's gonna hurt." She exclaims and walks upstairs.

I decide not to follow, considering that's a talk for another time. Is it down in the court yard and embrace the quietness in the air.

I then look up and watch as Elijah walks up to me. "Is it true?" He asks. "Yes." I look down, knowing exactly what he meant.

"You not only invaded my privacy, but you made me break my promise." He states disappointingly. "I'm sorry, Elijah." I state through teary eyes. "A little too late for that." He states and walks away. I blink away the tears and turn away.

I play with the bracelet on my wrist and then realization hits me. "No, no, no, no, no!" I state worriedly. I rush up to my room and of course, the one thing I've kept from a single year of happiness in my life is shattered on the floor from the earthquake.

I kneel on the floor and let tears roll down and I look at a note written on glass from a store is shattered on the ground. My foster mother Tina gave it to me for my eighth birthday.

I pick up the pieces in my hand, and pay no attention to the blood trickling down to the floor. I put them all in a bag and set them aside, and walk downstairs to find someone to help me get the glass out of my hand.

I approach Elijah and Klaus who are about to walk out. "Hey, I need your help do either of you have a minute?" I ask. "I'm busy." Elijah states walking out. Klaus turns to face me questioningly and I shake my head.

I walk down to the cellar and begin to put canned of food in a bag for the wolves in the bayou. I struggle to see through the tears in my eyes, but I manage.

"What are you doing?" Klaus asks. I quickly wipe away the tears and keep myself turned away. "I was just going these to the-" he cuts me off. "If you say bayou I will find you a nice comfy dungeon and throw you in it. This is not the night to be out there." He retorts.

"For anyone. Some people don't have a choice." I argue and continue placing cans in my bag. "Right." He exclaims grabbing one of my bags already filled.