Can't Give You Up *KLAUS MIKAELSON*

Chapter Twelve

I woke up the next morning feeling incredibly queasy. It was only a matter of seconds before I had to jump up from my bed And run to the bathroom to throw up.

I leaned over the sink and threw up... Blood?

I dried my mouth and took a breath, before more blood came pouring out.

I started to feel faint, so I sat on the floor and leaned against the bath. I had stopped throwing up, and now was looking at the room around me. Blood was splattered everywhere!

I froze as something started to appear on the mirror of the bathroom. It was writing. Writing spelt from my blood. It read:

'Scaring you yet? Don't speak a word of this, Klarabelle.'

I read over the message, then slammed the bathroom door, and locked the door, before Klaus could get it.

"KLARA? WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE? ARE YOU BEING SICK?" Klaus was trying to open the door.

I grabbed a black towel, and quickly ran it under the hot water, and rubbed soap on it.

I started frantically scrubbing the bloody letters off the mirror,

"Yeah, I threw up... I got kinda drunk last night... It's just a hangover! I'll be out in a minute!" I started cleaning up the floor, until it was red blood free.

Then the walls, then the sink, and finally the blood on my dressing gown.

The whole room was blood free- so was most of my body.

I still felt faint, due to the blood loss; and I was as white as a ghost.

I swung the door open and smiled weakly at Klaus, who was standing right in front of the door.

"Jesus... You look awful!" Klaus exclaimed, looking at my sickly green/ white face.

"Oh thank you, I feel wonderful!" I sarcastically spoke, shuffling over to the bed.

"I'll be fine in a minute, then I can get ready to go out!" I held up a thumbs up at a concerned Klaus.

"Are you sure you're ok, Klara?" He asked, nodding.

I nodded, "Positive!" I smiled, lying back.

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I felt better in about an hour, and I was dressed and ready to face the day.

"Ok- Let's go! I need a coffee STAT!" I joked, grabbing my handbag.

"Got it, breakfast it is!" Klaus grinned, and opened the door leading to the hotel corridor.

We sat down at the breakfast table in the hotel, and Klaus looked at me suspiciously. He was being discreet, but I noticed him.

"What's that look for? What have I done" I questioned.

"You were acting weird last night? Something was up?" Klaus looked directly into my chocolate eyes.

"I told you, I had a headache!" I told him casually.

"So a headache makes you run to a bathroom and makes you start screaming? I want the truth, Klara. Don't lie to me." He didn't believe me...

He had heard me screaming?

God Dammit.

"Ok fine. You want to know? I'll tell you. I lost control. All the bad stuff that has happened to me hit me like a ton of bricks. My dad, my mum, my sister. The feeling of losing my humanity. I felt crap. okay?" I hated lying to Klaus, I felt awful for it. I wanted to tell him. I wanted him to help, but I couldn't bear to see what would happen to me... Or worse... Him.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. We all get those days, Klara. Our emotions are heightened, we feel pain ten times worse than everyone else." Klaus put my hand in his from across the table, and he rubbed his thumb around the palm of my hand.

"So- What shall we do today, Klara?" Nicklaus asked, changing the subject.

"I'm thinking... Museum?" I suggested. Klaus liked the idea.

"Yes! Museum it is! Klara love, eat your breakfast- then we'll go!"  He smiled at me, then sat back in his chair.

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*Klaus' Point of View*

Klara and I got taken to the museum in a little rickshaw, which was wonderful, because it was surprisingly a very sunny day.

"I heard the museum here is amazing! I'm so excited!" Klara told me, jumping around like a child.

"Well then, let's go in, and have a look around!" I smiled at the happy brunette beside me.

We spent two hours admiring the artifacts, and paintings.  Klara was so intrigued the whole time. She studied each object carefully and smiled when she finished reading each information tag. I stepped away to look at an old silver sword, as Klara was admiring a rock of some sort.

*Klara's Point of View*

I was studying a rock, reading about it, as something strange happened- again.

The rock started to engrave itself.

I sighed and tried to keep control of my fear. Words slowly appeared on the surface of the big rock.

'Don't try to shut it out. I am here. I am watching you. You are never alone.'

A wave of paranoia washed over and almost drowned me.

I was never alone? I searched the room for anything suspicious, but everything looked completely normal?

I turned around to read the rock writing again, but it was gone...

I walked over and held onto Klaus' arm.

"That was fun, Klaus," I smiled, acting natural.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, shall we get going?" I nodded my head, and shuffled out the exit, gripping onto Nicklaus' arm.