I'LL REMEMBER APRIL // KLAUS MIKAELSON

ALONE TOGETHER

The next night Klaus didn't show up as he promised and the night after that he was still nowhere to be found. Odette played her music, but she needed there to be someone to hear it, that was the whole point, wasn't it?

Someone who would hear her suffering through the melodies and who would respond with their own. And no one was saying that this was healthy, or a good way to look at things, all Odette knew was that it worked, that it kept the bad things and thoughts and feelings away for a while.

This was what brought her to the imposing front door of the large home. She had never seen this side of it before, the side not directly on Bourbon Street. All she saw was the balcony, so she never could have imagined that Klaus's house would be so very large.

She got ready to knock, but before her hand could land on the door someone emerged from it. Someone she recognized.

"Marcel." She said to the man who had just bumped into her.

He looked her over with a curious eye. The frown in his forehead seemed to have embedded itself there.

"Odette. What are you doing here?"

She thought about the question, "I was coming to see if Klaus was alright. There hasn't been anyone to play me songs."

She realized how utterly ridiculous this sounded when the last letter left her pink lips, she wanted to suck it back in, but that wasn't possible. It was a childlike naiveite that was to blame for this, some part of her expected people to care as much as she did. Too much.

Marcel sighed as he looked at her, "I don't think you should go in there."

"But-" Marcel grabbed her shoulders and stared into her eyes, it mainly just made Odette feel deeply uncomfortable.

"Don't ever go in there."

Odette raised one of her eyebrows, "Okay, I guess?" Marcel nodded at this, let go of Odette's shoulders and took off into the French Quarter.

And really, Odette didn't like defying orders, but when they came from people not much older than she was, it was hard for her to take them seriously.

So, against much better judgement, Odette walked into the door that was still left open after Marcel left it. What she entered into wasn't what she was looking for, and it would never become this. An entire courtyard filled with mainly men, a woman or two sprinkled in there. When she set her first step inside, all eyes were immediately on her.

It felt foreign, all these people staring at her like she was their next meal, following ever move she made.

"Um, I'm looking for Klaus Mikaelson? Do you know him?" some of the people in the hall sniggered at this notion, but Odette didn't understand why at the time.

"Odette." His accent was so very obvious, the people in front of him started to part until the girl could see him, and Elijah.

"Hi," Odette said as she awkwardly played with the tassels on her dress while she looked down at the mossy stones of the courtyard.

"What are you doing here?" the other people in the courtyard looked at him with narrowed, suspicious eyes.

"Um, well you weren't there yesterday and the day before that and I don't meant to pry. I mean, I don't want you to think I'm one of those girls who likes to pry, though there is nothing wrong with it if you are and-" she took a deep breath after letting all those words slip out in one, "- I was worried about you."

Klaus looked her up and down as she nervously spoke these words. Then he looked around him, at the vampires staring at her, aching to tear into her jugular. It needed to be clear that this girl, this one was off limits.