Under The Influence: A Klaus Hargreeves Fanfic | Umbrella Academy AU |

Back In Black

| Back to the regular timeline. This is a much longer chapter than usual, so enjoy! |

Willow was face to face with the enormous and overwhelming mansion of the Academy. It was odd how it didn't seem to stick out from the rest of the street; almost as if it had been there since the beginning of time. The air was thin, a little bit humid, feeling like an overcast spring day.

"Okay, okay," Klaus began, clasping his hands together excitedly, "so you're about to meet my family."

"Oh shit." Willow gasped before making a face at him. "They're not gonna like me."

"What?" Klaus scoffed, shaking his head with a smirk. "They'll love you, Will."

"They will not."

"Why, pray tell, do you think that?" Klaus shimmied his shoulder as he put his hand on the knob of the door.

Willow looked forward at the Academy logo that was locking her vision. She had heard so much about the Academy; the scandalous way that Reginald had raised the children, how they were destined to save the world, their world. It was hard for her to imagine how anyone would have thought that forcing seven children who weren't related to become siblings in a family that was less than nuclear.

As an only child, she knew nothing of nuclear family. Arthur was legally her guardian, and so she called him Dad. She knew her mother, loved and was loved back, which was more than most of these people could say. The whole arrangement was off, and she was sure that they would view her different for it.

"I just have a feeling."

"Well." He cleared his throat and threw open the door. "No time like the present, hmm?"

It was larger on the inside than it was on the outside -which was something to say, for the building was massive, almost a block long. The inside was a gothic Victorian, with vibes of an old Catholic Church. Dimly lit, with an old medieval chandelier, the whole place felt so off that the vibrations it resonated began to give her a headache.

"This way, darling," Klaus called out from another room, making Willow turn her head sharply and inhale like it would be her last.

The next room was almost like a living room; it had two large chaise loungers, almost like couches. That was the extent of the similarities, with odd decorations and more taxidermy than necessary, with a bar towards the back, she felt more that she was in a museum than their home and it made her queasy.

"Nope."

Her body turned to see everyone coming from another room. Willow's heart sunk when she saw Diego, the only sibling that she had interacted with, the one who she was positive hated her, shaking his head and approaching her with literal knives.

"Diego please-"

"No." His word was final. Willow was finally able to place a name on the vibrations he gave off. Diego was like a Rembrandt, seething and dark, too serious of prose. "She's not allowed here."

"What did she do?" A tall, ape like man asked as he ducked into the room. His face was pretty enough, but Willow couldn't get over how broad his shoulders were. He felt like a Picasso painting; jagged and vibrant.

"She's here to help Vanya." Five zapped into the room at the bar, pouring himself a drink.

"Like hell." Diego was held back by the much larger man, who glared down at him.

"Is that true?" A very small woman in a man's button down looked at Willow and she felt herself calm down a bit. She was soft and muted like a work of Edgar Degas.