The Fallen One (On Hold for Edits and Rewrite!)

Chapter 7

Klaus' POV

Waking I took in my surroundings.  I was in the woods, naked, the sun shinning bright on me bringing a smile to my face.  Suddenly clothes were thrown my direction looking I noticed Elijah and Isolde standing there.  He wore a stoic look as she was grinning at me looking over my body.

"How long has it been?"  I asked while pulling on my pants.

Elijah looked at me.  "Four days.  The full moon came and went yet you did not change back."

Isolde stepped forward holding out a shirt to me smiling as she looked in my eyes.  "I told you El he can change at will now but you wouldn't listen to me."

"Good to know love."  I grabbed on to her hand.  "I remember every kill. Is this how you've been your whole life?"

A smirk played on her plump sweet lips as she nodded.  "Every kill, every scream, down to the last beat of every heart. When I change I can remember it all.  I've always had the will to change when I want.  On occassion though I can not control it."

Elijah scoffed as he helped me put on my coat.  "Well I for one can not wait to clean up the mess you two are undeniably going to create together."

"Come sweetheart I would like for you to tell me more."  Slinging my arm over her should Elijah frowned looking at us.

"Our deal Isolde."  He looked at her causing her to turn her head away from me.

A sigh escaped her.  "I have not forgotten.  I will follow through on it soon."

I wrapped a towel around my waist before making my way into my bedroom where Isolde lay on the bed flipping through one of my sketch books.  Looking at her laying there like that made thoughts run wild through my mind.  Although I had only known her a few short days there was something about her that sparked things inside me I had not felt for over a thousand years. 

She looked up quirking an eyebrow at me.  "Niklaus I know a towel is not the only clothing you own.  Are you trying to intice me?"

"Love as much as I would enjoy ravishing your body I do believe my dear brother is listening to us and will try to stop it again."  A chuckle found its way out of me as I made my way to the closet slipping into a pair of sweat pants.

As I sat on the bed beside her the look she wore was one of deep thought.  Her brows furrowed as if to concentrate harder.  I decided to let it pass for now but would have to question it later on.

Her eyes found mine as she sat up facing me.  "You said you wanted to know what it's been like for me.  You wanted answers to the questions you have about being a hybrid."

"Yes I would like to know what it entails.  Since my mother force my werewolf side down so long ago when she put the curse on me I do not know as much as I would like.  Not many people have information on hybrids.  I want to know the things you know.  Would you be willing to tell me about it?"  I asked placing my hand on hers.

"What if I could show you?" Her question caught me off gaurd slightly.

I felt my brows furrow.  "What do you mean show me?"

She picked both hands up moving them slowly towards my head stopping just short of touching me.  "May I?"

I gave a short nod before her hands gentely came to rest on both sides of my head.  Flashes came running through my head visions of her from the first time she changed.  Imagies pouring through me of all the kills, the blood, the screams.  A witch telling her about what she was giving her all the information on being a hybrid.  Then something else flashed before me it was Isolde only younger maybe the age of sixteen.  She was screaming, begging for it to stop as a man stood over her using different methods to harm her.  He was telling her she was an abomination and disgrace as she cried, roaring out in the inner pain and heartache being caused to her.  Damon and Stefan stood to the side watching as she was beaten  never moving or saying a word.