#mischiefandmirrors

 Choosing to take a stroll out of his compound and now in the city, his head perked up taking in a familiar scent that now took over his senses. Klaus strayed away from his current walk following the blood he smelled now overpowering him, his eyes daring to the precise location he spotted the female lying on the ground blood of her pool underneath.  Flashing to where the human laid he knelt down gently snaking his arms on her, slowly lifting her up as an attempt to slow her blood flow. “fuck” he whispered this placed him in a rocky situation with this human, lifting his wrist to his lips biting his own flesh he placed the now opened wound to her lips allowing her to heal and live another day. 

Niklaus rose up from his kneeling position with the girl in his arms using his speed to flash out, taking her to the compound neatly placing her on his sofa. 

                    “  don’t  call  me  ‘ baby ’  again  ....     it’s  hard  for  me  to  go  home  and  be  so  LONELY  .    ”

“As much as I hate to admit it,” he stated to the blue haired. “But unless you can get me parts, I can’t fix the sewing machine. Some of this stuff needs to be replaced.” Carlos had a host of spare parts in his possession but none that were delicate enough or useful enough for the sewing machine.

“I was never worried about such a thing.”, she looked him over before crossing her arms over her chest. She couldn’t even remember the number of men who would beg to simply hold her hand. Now the one she had to married didn’t ever want to touch her, some form of cruel irony. “I didn’t realize the idea of touching me could be revolting.”

“Oh.” Ben said with a small nod. He wrung his hands together, thumbs grazing his ribs. So she didn’t think he’d be awful like that, she wasn’t stressed.“That’s good.” 

Truth be told, Carlos trusted Evie more then  he did even Jay and Mal – not by much, but he did, and it showed in moments like these, because he could let his guard down and learn something new without fear of being ridiculed. Even if he did trip all over himself in the meantime. “Okay,” he replied, hesitantly lifting his eyes to her instead of keeping them on his feet as they continued their attempt at dancing. “Is this better?”

Cleo looked up from the book she was reading and raised an eyebrow at Evie. Had she really just heard what she thought she heard? “You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend?” She asked with a confused smile. “I kinda want some more details before I give an answer to that” She chuckled. Cleo knew that she would say yes regardless of what the reason was, but she was still curious as to why her friend had randomly asked this of her.