It's something so deep inside them, something they can't control or explain.
It's something that Klaus has always known, and somehow 'felt' his entire life.
They say that it's fate, it's destiny, it's meant-to-be.
Just as everybody believed he was...
The last few days have been so intense, we've all been so on edge, waiting for news on Agnes. After finding out where Agnes was hiding, Klaus, Kol, and Elijah wasted no time in following it up, confronted her, but she's far stronger than any of us had realized and has managed to ensure that while she's all bordered up in the prison where she kept me, we have no way of getting to her, so we've had to just sit it out and wait for her to creep out of the shadows. She hasn't left town, which means she hasn't given up. It's just a matter of time until she slips up, and with eyes watching her, we're 'all' hoping it'll be very soon...
The last three days all I've been able to focus on is Rhydian, wondering where he is, what he's doing, if he's ok. The thought of Agnes doing something to him just fills me with so many overwhelming emotions that I can't bear to talk about, through fear of lashing out and losing control.
"How're you feeling?" Klaus asks, instantly beginning to check me over again as soon as I step into the kitchen to join him.
I smile softly, all the more in love with him, consumed by his adorableness, how he always checks me over so carefully, full of concern. My smile grows wider seeing the concern etched in his expression, his eyes, his beautiful lips as he carefully turns my head from side to side, to see how many wounds are left and how bad they are.
But my smile quickly fades as I see his eyes watering as he examines the bullet wound on my forehead, gulping at the sight as his eyes flood with tears, sickened, haunted, filled with grief and guilt.
"How does it look?" I almost whisper, barely able to breathe.
After seeing the wounds that cover my body, seeing the damage they've actually caused, when I first decided to look in the mirror and confront my own body, I haven't been able to look at my body in the mirror again since. I just can't bring myself to do it, I can't bring myself to look at the mess they've made of my body, not when seeing it the first time made me feel so sick.
"You're beautiful..." Klaus whispers gently, his thumb stroking my cheek as I glance down at the ground, then lift my eyes to meet his again. "You will 'always,' be beautiful to me... Whether your wounds are healed, or not." He softly assures, his sad yet reassuring eyes, boring into mine.
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"Are they?" I gulp, already knowing the answer. "Healed?"
I already know, I can still feel them all over my body, the cuts, bruises, lumps and deep wounds that cover my entire body.
"Almost--Little wolf." He almost whispers, his affectionate eyes boring into mine as his reassuring voice leaves me filled with hope.
"I just want them to be gone..." I choke, a tear rolling down my cheek.
