Multi-Fandom Imagines, X-Readers, & One-Shots

HER FATAL FLAW - KLAUS MIKAELSON {3}

Sometimes I think they keep me out of things not because they want to keep me safe, but because they don't think that I can handle it. Maybe Elena thinks that I'm not strong enough to deal with everything that happens, or maybe Damon has her convinced that I'd be too much to deal with if I got involved. I'm tired of being in the shadows, do they not understand that even though I don't know what's going on, I'm still in danger.

They're trying to write me off like I don't exist, but I do exist. I am here. I am living, breathing, and I am still Elena & Jeremy's sister. I'm tired of being the only person who doesn't know what the hell is going on.

You wrote your rant into your journal, the pages were bent from where you were leaning your thumb so intently into them, you let your eyes scan the pages and run with the sentences you wrote, trying to chase them, trying to keep up.

That was how it seemed to be constantly. You were always trying to keep up, because you didn't have the speed of an immortal. All you had was a vampire sister, her two vampire boyfriends, and a brother who had a curse that made him incapable of not killing your family. Bonnie had fixed that, in some sort, but that didn't change the fact that you were the only one around you that was human.

Right now, you were alone, as well, with your thoughts.

Everytime you were left with those, it seemed like it never really did go well for you. You didn't care as much anymore about your appearance, not since what had happened between you and certain supernatural being- in fact, you had started to almost get sort of a big head about it.

Niklaus Mikaelson had lived a thousand years and had his own choice of any sorts of women he wanted, including Katerina Petrova. (and all though that messed with you a little bit, considering she looks exactly like your sister) You promised yourself that you wouldn't call it jealousy, because why would you be jealous?

That was another thing on your mind, it was a little louder than the rest mostly at night when you were laying down, trying to sleep. Sometimes, you felt like you could feel him, you could feel pressure exerted onto your hips, though there was nothing, it was like re-living a memory. When you thought about it, you didn't let yourself dwell on how wrong it was, or all the wrong things he had done, you mostly just felt joy. Excitement. And then, you wouldn't sleep for hours.

That nagging idea that he very well could still be playing with your emotions, juggling your insecurities in his hands, it tried its hardest to manifest itself in your daydreams.

"How does this make you feel?" He had asked you, seconds after kissing you, his eyes stared into yours but they weren't compelling, they were admiring. Klaus was admiring you. "Beautiful." You had told him.

But since that night, since he left, you had not seen Klaus. You had barely seen Elena, only caught a glimpse of Stefan and Rebekah. Damon was with Jeremy at the lake house, supposedly building the hunters mark for the search of the cure. You had no clue that Damon was being bled out underneath you in the cellar.

A selfish pondering began within you. What was so good about a damned cure, anyhow? Elena would be able to live forever, with Damon or even Stefan if she chose too. And they couldn't have kids, no, but surely they could adopt, right? Why would anyone want to be human? Being human was watching everyone around you get hurt and being able to do nothing.

Being human was worrying about things that didn't matter and them seeming like the end of the world. You wanted real problems, not the teenage, reckless issues you dealt with day by day. You were sick of being left out of the circle, being told what was happening but still never having a clue. No one explained anything.