#forgedsecrets

Derek should have known. Klaus had already told him that he was a hybrid which mean he could do a lot of the things that he could do. He nodded in response, looking over at the person who was sprawled out onto the floor. “So what did they do to piss you off?” He asked, not bothering to check on them. “You’re usually pretty calm and collected. Didn’t think anyone really got under your skin.”

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Derek squinted at Klaus. It wasn’t like he didn’t know Klaus was different. There were signs he was something else and Derek had refused to acknowledge his own tendencies. He had only confessed to Carol and Kara about what was wrong with him. The rest of the school didn’t need to know and yet the hybrid was here trying to get the words out of him. “So do you drink blood and then rip them apart?” He thought that’s all vampires and werewolves did. “Did you kill a student in the stairway? Was that your doing?” He remembered the blood at the crime scene. “If so how did you get them to turn into ash?”

Derek could already feel his patience running thin. Why had he agreed to teach? Maybe because he felt like it would be a good distraction but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Most people got on his nerves, students were no different. Turning around to look at Klaus, he squinted, wondering if the man just liked to push his buttons for the hell of it. “I didn’t say that I hate all students, just most of them,” he said with a shrug, trying to keep his focus on just talking rather than any annoyance he was feeling. “Being a teacher here isn’t easy. I find that I can’t answer a question without glaring slightly. Maybe I’m wrong to assume everyone should already know everything, but I really don’t think it’s asking too much for students to do the damn readings.”

switzerland was much duller than she expected, however given recent circumstances if she was kind enough --- it all could’ve been blamed on a little death though clothilde wasn’t known to be that optimistic. they had not arrived long before she had gone searching, six year old daughter clutching her hand in a vice grip while they shimmied through people pausing to greet a few familiar faces before finding him. it had only been a handful of weeks but it had felt like an eternity. “ hello darling, “ 

He could feel her staring. It was pretty obvious in the small library. Not many students were there in the summer which made it more peaceful until she showed up. He wasn’t going to say anything at all until he caught her eyes, knowing now that she really was staring at him. “Something you need, Harvelle?” He asked, closing his book with a snap. “Or am I just that good looking that you can’t keep your gaze off of me?” A challenge, his jaw set and ready for whatever she had up her sleeve. 

      “I’ll stay for a little longer. Help you hold down the fort and all.”

Thirty seconds didn’t seem like a lot, but he knew that this was important. “Listen, Klaus,” he began, a bit of grit in his voice, “there were attacks during that bonfire. Wolf attacks. I don’t even remember what happened that night all I know is I woke up in my bed and blood was all over me. Do you think that’s a fucking coincidence or do you think that whatever the hell has been happening in this town is because of me?”