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"WHY?"
Klaus set the decanter of bourbon down with a heavy sigh, his intentions of pouring himself another well-needed glass on hold as Rory paused at the foot of the staircase, eyes cold and mouth set in a harsh frown. Despite being freshened up in new clothing, free from sweaty-bloody Bayou-stank, her fury hadn't died down. She couldn't believe that everything that could go wrong had indeed gone wrong that day, and Klaus had only made things worse.
"Pardon me?" he baited her, a smirk pulling at his berry-colored lips, dimples popping out in amusement.
"Don't play this stupid game with me, you know what I'm talking about," she snapped, closing the distance between them until she was craning her neck up to scowl at him. "It's all about power with you. Did you get it? Did you secure the threat? Are you happy? You just abandoned them, you bit your own brother and left a newborn hybrid all alone just because they questioned your motives."
"Why do you care so much? They need to learn their lesson, I've been too lenient with you all and your utter disregard of who I am," the hybrid nearly growled, jaw ticking in irritation. His gaze blazed intensely, intangible power rolling off him in waves and rendering Rory to silence. "I am not one to be trifled with, not on the whims of any witch, careless scion, nor the girl carrying my child. Complain all you want, love, it'll only make their groveling for my forgiveness all the sweeter."
"You're a real piece of—"
"—you should really take advantage of this opportunity, after all, you're the one who wanted me to put more of an effort in whatever this is," Klaus gestured between them with that mischievous gleam in his eyes, leaning in close. Perhaps he had more than a few bottles in the time it took for Rory to angrily stomp up the stairs to her room and shower, enough to ease the lingering bitterness toward his brother. "Alas, the house is free from any unwanted company, and you appear to be a bit...wound up, love," his smirk widened as her scowl grew.
"Real classy," Rory sneered, shaking her head in disgust of his lewd suggestion, taking a large step away from his alluring gaze. "I would say I'm surprised, but that would be a lie. What makes you think I want to cozy up with you like we're some kind of pseudo-family after what you just did?"
He was more than disgruntled at her blatant rejection, features twisting in annoyance. "I did what was necessary," he said dismissively, turning back to the bar counter. "They were only getting in my way."
"Well, your way doesn't accomplish much, does it?" she retorted bitterly.
"Oh, love, I'm just getting started," he said in a low voice, his eyes dark and locked on hers as he tossed his drink down his throat, and in the same fashion, exiting the room in a flourish, leaving Rory all alone once more.
