Being the son of the worst man in the world isn't easy. Some would say that children are destined to follow the footsteps of the parents, to better them in every way. Can Levi fight the darkness better than his father or will he become even worse?
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It was a beautiful day. The sun was beating down with just enough heat and enough wind to accompany it. Trees clung to their leaves like Levi's shirt clung to his chest. Head back, hands dangling by his sides, Levi tried to take in the peaceful quiet surrounding him. It was fortunate he had this time to think.
Levi didn't hang around with Elijah, wanting to get home as soon as possible. So many emotions ran through him that he couldn't pick one to focus on. Instead, he went from confused to angry to denial to sadness and back round again. It was a rollercoaster he was glad to be on before he arrived home. The most important thing for him to do was not blow up at his mum for not telling him the truth and there was no dissuading him that it was, in fact, the truth. Although he did wish that he'd waited for Elena to get back so he could have taken her car.
By the time he got home he'd gone past taking the calm approach and was just desperate to know why his mum hadn't told him any part of the truth. Her car wasn't in the drive and the door was locked, reminding him that she wasn't home. Of course, she was at work, Levi scolded himself.
Just as Levi unlocked the front door, before he could even open it, an unfamiliar voice called out.
'Levi.'
The firmness in the voice yet called out so questioningly was enough for Levi to know. He didn't turn around, just listened. Every time the footsteps got a little bit closer Levi's hand tightened around the door handle. His headache suddenly returned, only this time it was more a piercing pain than it was an ache. Fortunately, the footsteps stopped some distance away and so did the increasing dial of pain.
'Levi,' the voice repeated, 'we need to talk. I know you don't know me but--'
'Klaus,' Levi interrupted.
He could hear the elocution of the voice, exactly like Elijah's. It reminded him that this man was still the most dangerous creature in existence. Turning the handle, opening the door and crossing the threshold made Levi feel more in control of his currently spiralling life. A couple more footsteps and Levi turned around, halting them.
Klaus could see the contortion of pain on Levi's face and knew it was his doing, although he couldn't bring himself to move further away. He just needed his son to know that he was there. Always and forever. It hurt him to see Levi move to where he couldn't go.
'I would never hurt you.' Klaus felt he had to say that, knowing that all Levi knew of him was that he was trying to sacrifice the doppelgänger. But suddenly telling Levi the truth of their relation felt far more daunting than he'd originally expected.
'I know you're my dad,' Levi stated, seeing the struggle on Klaus's face, and trying to push away the awkwardness. It didn't help. 'Elijah just told me.'
Now that he could see Klaus's true face as well as know the truth, the resemblance stuck out much clearer. They were both lean and fair-skinned, with prominent cheekbones and jaws. Levi was just a little taller, his hair much darker and his eyes a sharper green. He didn't look more like one parent and was simply a mixture of the two.
