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

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x. oh, woeful child.

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Why couldn't I stop thinking about my nightmare? Well, first off, no one in this damned house would put the thought to rest. Every time we moved onto another topic someone would mention me screaming and crying and waking everyone up.

And of course Hayley was that someone, always being the one to bring it back up. Claiming I was hurting her unborn child by waking her up at such an ungodly hour. I wanted to punch her again. But this time, maybe in her stomach.

I shooed that thought away, I wouldn't be that person.

Usually, Niklaus is the one protecting me from her hurtful words and accusations. I roll my eyes at my own thoughts, who was I? A child? A wolf, and witch, whom couldn't protect herself? Hah, that'll be the day.

Niklaus is out doing god knows what, promising his return in now less than an hour. I awoke with nothing but a petty letter, how sincere. Elijah is reading at the head of the long, skinny table that sits in one of our dining halls, and Hayley at the seat closest to him.

Rebekah is probably out with Marcel, who I've learned is her old lover who may or may not be striking more feelings in her. What a pity. At least she has someone she can connect with after all these years. After all they've put each other through, she still loves him. And i'm sure he feels the same for her.

I sigh, noticing that I've done nothing but sit and stare at the unnamed "couple" across the long table for more than 45 indescribably long minutes. Rising from my seat at the opposite end of Elijah, I get up and push my chair back in with a creak as it drags across the hardwood floor. Hayley glares at me.

I roll my eyes, raising my hand to flip her off. She gasps in response, turning to Elijah with her mouth open as if he would save her from my wrath. I see the ends of his mouth curl up in a silent smirk of his own.

I grin in satisfaction before declaring my absence. Elijah asks where of, but I avoid his questions and walk upstairs to get ready to my unknown journey. I know Elijah will want to know where I'm going, simply because Niklaus will, but I shouldn't be out for long. 

Well, I should, but that would be none of Niklaus' concern. I know I'm being petty, and perhaps it would be because mother nature has come to take her monthly oath, but I am a free wolf and I will be damned if I can't go out on my own.

I have decided to visit the witches once and for all. I need to know more of my kin, and where I come from, and how I can use my heritage to my advantage. Hopefully they won't be so god damned as the coven I was raised in. I would truly be heartbroken if I found that all witches are that way.

I trudge down the oak steps of the large staircase, freshly clad in shorts and a tank top since it's about a million degrees outside. I slip on some converse that I've probably used more than anything, and walk out the back door incase Elijah tries to put up a fuss of my adventure.

I smile, breathing in the fresh air and stopping to close my eyes, wanting to notice all the small, simple pleasures. I intensify my werewolf (or hybrid, I suppose) hearing to zoom in on all of the little things.