The Perceptive Type ⚜️ n.m.

4; Before I Go

Harper felt the hot sun on her skin and sticks poke into her sides. When she opened her eyes, they burned and she knew they burned with the tears that she shed the night before. She sat up and looked around her. She was in the middle of the forest, sat on a bed of dried autumn leaves. 

She looked down at her hands, which were painted with the dried blood of her dead sister. She heard a low growl and looked up to see that she was face to face with a white wolf. Harper gasped and scrambled backward. The wolf didn't growl at her again but just looked at her.

"I'm sorry for betraying you, Harper." A man told her. Her head snapped to the left in the direction of the man. Elijah. She looked back at the wolf, who was now seated in front of her.

"That's Klaus, isn't it? You said-" She began.

"I know what I said, Harper. He told me that my family is still alive. I had to save him," Elijah explained.

"My sister is dead because of the Original brothers. I will never forgive you," Harper told him, refusing for any more tears to fall. Elijah nodded and looked to Klaus again. 

"I will be back. He should have clothes for when he changes back." Elijah tells her. He sped off before she could object and she was left alone with the wolf.

It was hard to believe that the wild animal in front of her was Klaus. His fur coat was beautiful, she had to admit. White but laced with some dark brown. She hated him more than anything, there was no denying that, but there was something about him that felt so familiar. 

The way he talked and walked in his human form feel something deep in her chest. It was like he had something to do with the blue ribbon that she dreamed about. She remembered the first and only time they touched before she knew who he was. 

The spark. 

Harper pushed herself to her knees and made her way to the wolf. He growled slightly as if to warn her, and she paused before she continued again but more slowly. She placed her hand on the wolf's jaw, feeling the soft fur between her fingers.

She felt that feeling in her chest again. Ribbons, heat. This time it wasn't painful and she felt calm. She placed her other hand on the other side of his face and began to scratch. She laughed to herself.

"I think I like you more as a dog."

The wolf groaned and laid down, resting his head in her lap. She understood why he had to kill Elena. It was the only way he could live free like this, but why didn't he just kill her instead. She wanted to ask him, and she felt like this was the only time he wouldn't answer back.

"I know why you did what you did," Harper told him. He rolled onto his side to look up at her. "Honestly, I can't blame you for it. If there was a part of me that was held back like yours was, I would go to the lengths you did to free it. Though I wish you killed Stefan and I. I will never forgive you for killing my Aunt and sister but I think I now see why you were so desperate," Harper smiled softly.

Klaus sat up and they were face to face once again. Harper smiled. "I'm sure that if you were in your human form I'd be much angrier or at least less forgiving. Lucky you, dogs are my favorite animal and you look very cute," Harper grinned and tapped his nose. Klaus sneezed and she laughed before hugging her arms around his body. 

Klaus let out a whimper and a howl from Klaus, which caused Harper to let him go. He backed up a bit before his bones began to crack. Harper began to panic. What was happening? After a few moments, Harper had her eyes widened and she felt a little traumatized. She saw a wolf's bones crack and shift back into a human form. 

Klaus lay on the ground in front of Harper panting with his face to the ground. Harper probably wouldn't have felt so awkward if she didn't just call the man that killed her sister cute and if he wasn't stark naked right in front of her.