Klaus Mikaelson (
lovewhentheyrun) wrote2012-10-27 04:13 pm
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Even angels have their wicked schemes [For
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Klaus had been thinking. Admittedly, deep introspection was not his strong point, but that's what happened when you didn't have anything else to do. He could breathe in London, look back at how things had gone wrong in Virginia, try and figure out where he'd misstepped. Obviously, Esther had been something he hadn't counted on, and, really, he should have seen Stefan's betrayal coming, but he'd wanted to believe in him so badly.
Esther, though. That had been his real blindspot. In that way, at least, he knew his siblings were on his side. She'd wanted all of them dead, not just him, and Elijah was never going to let that happen.
That didn't mean Elijah wanted him back, or even that Rebekah did. What Jack had said, though, had given him hope. He was going back. He just...needed the right approach. The way in. Showing up on their doorstep, all, "honey, I'm home," actually had appeal, but it turned out he was a bit of a coward when it came down to it.
So, he was still in London. He didn't think Jack was, but he was hanging around the pub where they'd had dinner. That was getting boring, though, so he finally reached out, searching for him through the compulsion he'd already laid, and sent a call, strongly suggesting he bring himself back to Klaus's house for a visit.
Then all he had to do was wait.
Esther, though. That had been his real blindspot. In that way, at least, he knew his siblings were on his side. She'd wanted all of them dead, not just him, and Elijah was never going to let that happen.
That didn't mean Elijah wanted him back, or even that Rebekah did. What Jack had said, though, had given him hope. He was going back. He just...needed the right approach. The way in. Showing up on their doorstep, all, "honey, I'm home," actually had appeal, but it turned out he was a bit of a coward when it came down to it.
So, he was still in London. He didn't think Jack was, but he was hanging around the pub where they'd had dinner. That was getting boring, though, so he finally reached out, searching for him through the compulsion he'd already laid, and sent a call, strongly suggesting he bring himself back to Klaus's house for a visit.
Then all he had to do was wait.
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"The Tube works well enough for me."
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"Sweetheart, I may not have vampire speed or stamina, but I'm pretty sure we're talking about an hour, even by the most leisurely pace. If it gets me out of public transportation and heading underground, forget it: let's walk."
Yes, it was chill and damp. No, it wasn't his temperature preference, but he certainly didn't anticipate any real trouble. He had endured far, far worse than autumn in fall.
"You can tell me about the debatable points of people improving with age, while we walk."
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He'd drive, but where the hell would they park over there with a festival going on?
But if Jack wanted to walk, he shrugged and led the way back out to the street, giving him a sideways glance and another shrug.
"Grown up humans can be just as annoying as the little ones."
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The sideways glance got one in return, along with a very faint smirk. "Some of us never really grow up, or get better," he said, with a just slightly dry tone. "But humans don't have the market on annoying cornered. There's just a whole lot more of them around. I somehow suspect being around your family will knock the edge off, Nic. No one likes to be alone. Being alone in a crowd of aliens is... a helluva lot worse."
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"I've heard that before." Usually thrown at him--for not growing up. "And, yes. Hopefully, that will make it easier."
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Then again, he hadn't quite gotten the idea that Vampires tended to be dangerous, even with Elijah's warnings and association. His view was skewed toward the controlled and honorable.
"That some of us never gain any maturity?" he asked, not entirely sure he'd followed. "I'm sure just about everyone with any sense of fun has, at least a few times, and usually with exasperation. I still don't miss actually being a kid."
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Granted, fine, his idea of fun was usually pretty destructive--or, at least some of his ideas of fun. Clearly, he had non-destructive ideas of fun, too. Like sketching and art and museums. Possibly hanging out with Jack met both "fun" impulses.
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Speaking of potentially destructive - though self-destructive in this case, and he had absolutely zero fear of being harmed. It had still been, dammit, fun.
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And still had his hair? Klaus would have been a bit worried about retaliation, himself, after that.
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He considered the number, then nodded a little. "Family?"
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"Family?" he echoed. "Seriously? Vampires do that? I figured they were all mostly solitary. Definitely sterile though, right? Because otherwise, I am scientifically enthralled. Death should pretty much mean dead sperm, right?"
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"If we were all solitary, would I be looking to get back to my family?" he asked mildly. "And, yes. We do it quite often. No one wants to spend eternity alone."
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He was - also kind of slamming into something with 'how common can it be' a bit, but it sure as fuck wasn't showing.
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He shrugged. "That leads to at least a lot of sibling groups, if not full families."
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He sounded... wistful, disturbingly enough. (Disturbing to him, anyway.)
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And he'd done both. The conversation was a good reminder of telling Gwen that thinking he might really did was when he'd felt the most alive. There was a lot of truth in that.
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"It is, in the start. Go long enough, when it eventually turns back on, you're either crippled or too far away from any real humanity for it to matter. It tends to make monsters, I suppose."
Though some of them were just born that way, or so people said.
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