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"A star gleam in the night sky guiding you. I long to be that star."
New Orleans
Sophie Deveraux was cooking apparently before she heard a footsteps behind her. The Deveraux witch spin her head to see the infamous Hybrid King Klaus Mikaelson stood with a smirk in his face.
"You're Klaus." Sophie muttered under her breath.
"I am. And you're upset. Sophie, isn't it? I assume this is because of what I just witnessed with your sister on the corner of Royal and St. Ann Sophie? Did you enjoy the show? It was a little melodramatic for my tastes. What did your sister want with me? Why did Marcel kill her?"
"I see you brought friends Klaus" Sophie noticed the two man stared at the two whilst speaking.
"They're not with me." Klaus responds.
"They're with Marcel. That's all that matters. I know you built this town, but this is his town now. He killed my sister because she broke the rules. So, I talk to you in front of them, I'm next." Sophie says. Klaus ignored her, he rejoins the 2 men at the bar.
"Are you two gentlemen following me?" He wrapped his arm tightly around the two man.
"Marcel said we're your guides." One of the man said.
"Oh, he did, did he? Well, then, let me be exceedingly clear about something. If either of you following me again, you'll do so without the benefit of a spine." Klaus threatened the two man wearily. Arabella walked heading the Hybrid with a smile on her face.
"Sorry for the wait. If you're here for the gumbo, I'm about to break your heart. We just ran out." Arabella spoke. Klaus stares at the brunette before sliding a hundred dollar from his wallet.
"Your oldest scotch for my two friends here, love." Klaus grinned at her. She gave him a tight smile accepting the money walking away to serve another drink for costumers.
"If Marcel wants to know what I'm up to, he can ask me himself." He lets go of the two man exiting the Rousseau's bar.
After a mere hours later, Arabella found herself standing in the French Quarter watching the artist paint. She crossed her arms around her chest, enjoying the sight. She smiles softly. Her phone rang, she slides it and answer it immediately.
"My beautiful niece. How was work?" Unce Kieran spoke through the phone. Arabelle giggled at the nickname he gave her.
"It was fine. I had a pretty busy day, all fellas marched inside the bar pretty noisy and fun. I'm a bartender I'm getting used to it."
"I'm in the Church by the way. You told me yesterday you want to talk, what is it about?" He asked. Arabella went quiet for a moment. She wanted to ask about her twin Sean but now she refused. Everytime she brings his name her Uncle brushed it off telling her he found peace and not to worry about it.
"It can wait." Arabella replied softly.
"Okay then. I'll talk to you later, Bella. See you soon." Uncle Kieran hung up.
She slides her phone down to her purse, still admiring the paint. She was caught up when she heard a footsteps walked towards her with his grinned face. It was the man with a hot accent she met at the bar.
"The hundred dollar guy." Arabella raised her eyebrow at him, looking at him.
"The ravishing bartender.." He greets at her, his eyes falls over to her nametag. Arabella blushed slightly.
"Arabella." He nods his head.
"Call me Bella for short." Arabella chuckled softly.
"Amazing, isn't he?" She spoke. Klaus admires her sight staring at what she watches before his gaze fell on her eyes. There was something about her that interest him, and the fact that she fancy arts too catches him off the guard.
"Do you paint?" Klaus softly asked.
"No, but I admire." Arabella answered smiling at him, her eyes lights up in a beautiful haze drops.
Klaus stepped closer to her their palms almost touched. He wasn't developing any feelings for her, he was comfortable around her even though they just met.
"Every artist has a story, you know. And what do you suppose his story is?"
Arabella stood quiet for a second before speaking. "He's... angry. Dark. Doesn't feel safe and doesn't know what to do about it. He wishes he could control his demons instead of having his demons control him. He's lost, alone. Or... maybe he just drank too much tonight." She states. She blinks and shakes her head embarrassed she was being too blunt about it.
"Sorry. Overzealous psych major." Arabella nervously apologized. In the other hand, Klaus himself was tensed. The words she had said, sink in deeply inside him swallowing what had just been mentioned.
"No. I think you were probably right the first time."
"So do you-" Arabella turn her head, he was gone in a flash. She scrunched her face in confusion and walks away heading to the bar.
