#staferine

(This solo is inspired by the books/AU)

#Solomon ’s house was more elaborate than I had imagined. The red and white mansion overlooked the bay. He was the same as the day I had last seen him. Those arrogant eyes looking down spitefully at people. Fractiousness he spoke to welcome me and #klaus within. Mein Lieber #Klaus says he is a man of fine breeding…a pure blood. I’d say he is rotten to the core. A dominant and pre assured #Solomon Jabbers about the French windows that stretch to the end of the corridor. Quite frankly neither of us gives a damn. We’re careless creatures. Strong…we take what we want and there is no shame in that.

Inside the light is glooming. Girls run around dancing with their loosened morals and shortened gowns, drinking the free drinks that the old ones provide. A windy night in late summer of 1923. The booze draws #Klaus in and the blood keeps him within the city. He ought to enjoy NewYork though I’d say he is avoiding Germany because the song of another war has reached his ears. Nothing bugs the old man more than weak blood.

The breeze hides the deep summer insides the walls of this rather magnificent mansion on long island. “ Will the lady care to join for a dance? “ Human blood within his body, as fresh as the food that’s being served. “ of course if your husband don’t mind “ He turns his gaze towards the open door , where #Klaus has one hand in his pocket. So cold and icy he seems on that colorful porch. With one swift stretch of my body I stand up creating a rude shooing motion with my left hand “ The gentleman is my father. “ I take my leave without giving the bloodbag a chance to elaborate further. My eyes are set upon his firm and muscular form disorderly.

“Ladies do not lie , #Katherine “ His voice sings a melody against my skin. Those ice blue eyes still hiding from me. If personality was an unbroken series of gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him. Something that promised not only life but power. He seeks something I can’t seem to reach, in a faraway land. No matter how neutral that vacant face is, I can see the sad expression underneath.

“Predators needn’t explain themselves to their prey. “ an amused laugh skips my mouth as I speak. Involuntarily I glance upon what has created me. I did not lie in some fit of unrequited and twisted reality. He has made me so therefore he carries my papa’s name. My poor maker whose blood has given me life and runs through my veins. The only thing in sight is the deck and that disgusting sea side. Running water frightens me. Oh only Lord knows how much I’d like to grab whatever has grasped his attention.

Not a moment has passed and ears fail to hear whatever he has to say. I only hear the pumping of blood inside my child’s chest. Who carries my blood and functions on it. My head turns towards the fool and drunken crowd, where I hear him. He is alive…alive still! after all these time. He is not yet visible though I know that God damned #Stefan better than anyone else.

“We’re leaving! “ #Klaus announces as soon as he finds the disturbed look in my eyes.

“ No “ a weak whisper , saddened with old wounds that are opening leaves my mouth. I slowly walk through the cheerful crowd. They are dancing their problems away and I follow his smell on the wine colored rug that continues to the front yard. There I smell something stronger…my blood still. With the arrogant voice that reaches my ears I come to realization that both #Salvatores are at my company without knowing it. #Damon leans forward aggressively as he opens the door to an Automobile. Slipping away from my fingers so easily.

“Come, pretty thing. We’re leaving “out of nowhere he is ordering me elsewhere. Away from my loves.

“Nein “a shaky whisper comes out of my parted lips, my orbs locked on #Stefan, His elegant clothing and his fine gesture.

“komm mit mir” Now the voice is demanding. His heart beat is racing, close to the pace of my own. He sees that my loyalty is fading away. I have never said /No/ to him. Villagers said he was the devil himself but I saw God in him. He said come with me about 5 centuries ago. He offered me what my Italian boys could have never sought. And I followed him through civilizations, we built and destroyed but not once has the thought of #Stefan and #Damon left my mind. No matter how sure I am of a hand that is pointing to the ground demanding my movement I stay still courageously. I am unwillingly repeating my words in my head trying to be brave enough to tell them to him. Finally a weak and neutral declare of love for #Stefan comes out “Er ist die große Liebe meines “

“ Love is weakness!” The words coming out of his mouth are hatefully played out. He keeps a low voice surely he doesn’t want #Stefan to notice us. “ And we are /not/ weak “

I ponder for a moment. Like I always have on love. Behind me stands the one who has given me everything and more… and in front of me…the love of my life. #Klaus sees me pondering and for a moment we both know I am about to refuse him. For a splendid moment…

A tear nearly falls off my cheek but I’m not weak. My opinion on the matter is final.

“komm mit mir” He whispers against my ear , extending his arms with the palm facing the dark sky. And once more I turn my back on love and place my hand within his. A satisfied smile forms on the corner of his lips and he takes me through the back door. I wanted to smile, I wanted to cry but instead I gave him a dead vacant stare and followed my creator home.

“ You’d be lonely without me “ He said the next day.

“ No” I responded. “ It’s you who will be alone without /me/ . You keep me close to fill the gap in your heart but you lack one. You...#Klaus are the loneliest creature I have ever met…and I feel sorry for you” On that note I left him downstairs and returned to my chambers. I heard him hum the same melody he has for five hundred years and I knew that we were the strongest creatures on earth yet we were weak and dead within.