How To Wander || Niklaus (Klaus) Mikaelson [ON HOLD]

v.

v. the room of Vivianne.

. . .

I don't know what it is, but something about Niklaus seems to perturb me. He was so different, so special. So flawed, and untouchable, but so soft and delicate with me. It was like that cliche, that all girls want a bad boy that will be good for only her. I guess that is how I was in this case.

"Baby wolf,"

Ah, speak of the devil. I smile and turn my head from the book that I have been reading for the past few days, while Niklaus paints in front of me. It has been about a week since I have stumbled across the property of the Mikaelson's.

"Yes?" I reply, looking up from the page I was about to flip. Niklaus smiles at me, using his hand to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear, without leaning down, making his thigh level with my face. I smile back, blushing a little bit.

"I think it is about time I tell you a story."

"What kind of story?" I mumble, book marking the book I borrowed from their library before closing it and sitting up, while he crawls on the bed and lays on it on his side, curling his finger to indicate that he wants me to come closer. I oblige.

"A story about a young boy who became an abomination."

. . .

It took about an hour to get through the entire story of how his father treated him, and continued to hunt him as an adult. When I asked why his father all of a sudden went down harder on him when they grew up, I saw the flash of uncertainty in his eyes.

I knew he thought about lying to me, so I cut him off before he could, "Don't lie to me. Either trust me with the truth or don't tell me anything at all. I'm tired of lies."

His eyes harden and turn cold for the first time since I've met him, "I killed my mother."

My mouth dries. He killed his mother? "Why?" I breathe, staring at him with wide eyes.

"She cursed my werewolf side to be dormant. I am Elijah's step-brother. Mikael's step-son. But he didn't know that. Until he turned me into a vampire and I shifted the first time I fed on a human. It was her fault-"

"No, Niklaus, it wasn't. I'm not saying she didn't do things that are bad, because I'm sure she did, but do you think she deserved to die? To be murdered? Does that even weigh down your shoulders?"

"Of course it does!" He shouts, standing to his feet. I see his eyes start to glow. "She was my mother. I adored her. But she betrayed me."

"Maybe she was trying to protect you!" I yell back at him, not bothering to stand like him. "Did you ever think about that? Maybe she wanted you to have a normal childhood for a while, Niklaus! Not everyone gets that!"

His eyes soften, and he gets down on his knees, surprising me greatly. He sits in between mine, lifting his hand to cup my face. I hadn't even realized I was crying until he wiped away my tears and coo'd 'baby wolf' at me.

"You don't understand, angel. I didn't have a normal childhood. I would have rather fought for myself, by myself, than have scars on my back that match yours."