Klaus is the devil in disguise (immortalhybrid) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-03-20 18:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, niklaus mikaelson, tyler lockwood |
Who: Tyler and Klaus
What: Klaus uses his personal slave to do gallery errands
When: This evening-night!
Where: Mostly at Soliel et Lune Galerie
Rating/Warning: Low/none
Status: Complete
Klaus’s summons had not been welcome when Tyler got them. He had been with Caroline. With her mother gone, he didn’t want to be anywhere else right now. But of course Klaus had to butt his nose into everything. Once he’d gotten into his car, he’d called Marguerite to ask her to go to Caroline, but he hadn’t been able to wait for her to show up. Instead, he’d had to leave right away with barely explanation. After all, how could he explain that he had to leave just because Klaus told him to come see him.
He didn’t bother with a greeting when he found Klaus in his gallery. “What do you want?” he asked.
Niklaus had a million things to do and not enough time to do them in. Even with his vampire speed. Not only that but well he just didn’t feel like doing them. There were other things he would much rather be doing. Like finding himself a nice little snack. Still the work for the gallery had to get done. While he could compel any human to do his work for him, he already had someone willing to grant his every wish. Tyler Lockwood.
Klaus had called Tyler telling him to come over right away. He could tell the fellow hybrid wasn’t happy about leaving whatever trivial thing he was probably doing, but Klaus didn’t give a fuck. He needed Tyler to do work for him now.
“Hello to you too,” Klaus replied when Tyler entered his gallery. “You know you really should learn some manners.” But right, not time for a lecture right now. There was work to be done. “Those paintings,” he nodded at a few with red stickers next to them. “Have been sold. I need you to box them up and deliver them.” All to different people and addresses of course.
“Alright,” Tyler said. With his parents being who they were, he already had a pretty good grasp about manners and etiquette, but he supposed it probably wouldn’t hurt to brush up on some of the finer details. It wasn’t like he’d spent much time at his parents’ parties over the last few years.
“You called me here to be your delivery boy?” Tyler asked, looking at the paintings and wondering just how long it would take him to deliver them. “Can I do it tomorrow? There’s somewhere important I need to be tonight.” Namely, with Caroline.
“No,” Klaus growled growing a bit annoyed with Tyler. “I need them done now.” He wouldn’t have bothered to call Tyler if it was something that could be put off for a day. “I have new paintings for you to put up in their place as well,” he added his tone a little less harsh. “You’re simply going to have to cancel your plans.”
Tyler sighed. So much for appealing to Klaus’s humanity, though he hadn’t been very hopeful in that approach anyway. The worst part is, he wanted to deliver Klaus’s stupid paintings. He wanted to do it more than he wanted to be with Caroline, and that made him hate himself a little bit.
“Alright,” he said, resigned. “I’ve never delivered art before.” Or, well, anything else. “Is there anything I ought to know.”
“There are boxes for them in the back. Be gentle. Make sure someone is there to sign for each painting,” Klaus instructed Tyler. “Don’t use your speed either. I don’t want them getting damaged because you are going too fast.” The nice thing about having Tyler sired to him was that he knew he could count on him to make sure the paintings would be delivered safely, in the same condition as when they left his gallery. “Come straight back here when you are done.”
Tyler tried not to scowl. Of course Klaus wouldn’t let him use his super speed. Heaven forbid Tyler get this job done in something resembling a timely manner. “Alright, I got it,” Tyler said, resigned to the fact that he’d likely be spending the rest of the evening around Klaus or his chunks of art.
Carefully, he stowed the paintings in the back of his BMW, and headed off to do the deliveries .
While Tyler was out doing deliveries, Klaus left the gallery to enjoy himself. Stopping at a bar he had some drinks, both alcoholic and blood. Once he was satisfied he returned to the gallery wanting to be back to oversee how Tyler hung the paintings.
He got back before Tyler. While he waited he got the next round of paintings organized. That was when he noticed one on the wall that had yet to be sold and that just wouldn’t fit with the new theme. It was a piece of pop art. Not one of Klaus’s favorite genres in the first place. He took it down setting it aside, just as Tyler returned. “How’d it go?”
It didn’t take long for Tyler to realize that being an art delivery boy was not the career aspirations that he’d ever hoped for. It shouldn’t have surprised him that the kind of people who would buy paintings from Klaus’s gallery were rich, snobby, and stuck up, but he still hadn’t expected just how much of a pain in the ass it would be to deal with them.
He was glad when the last painting was finally delivered. Even hanging paintings with Klaus couldn’t be worse than that. “Alright,” Tyler said, because it wasn’t like anything had gone horrifically wrong. “But that’s not something I want to do again. Can’t you hire a guy?”
Of course Klaus could hire a guy. But he didn’t want to. “Why would I do that when I can just call you?” he questioned Tyler with a raised brow. What was the point of having a manslave if you didn’t put him to use?
“Now,” Klaus went on. “All these paintings,” he waved a hand over the ones he had brought out. “Need to be hung, carefully. Except that one,” he motioned to the pop art piece. “That one you can keep.”
Tyler sighed. He had been about to say that there’d probably be less complaining, but instead of getting him out of the job it was probably just more likely that Klaus would tell him that he couldn’t complain anymore.
Tyler looked at the paintings, uncomfortably aware of how much time he’d probably end up spending hanging the paintings. Especially if he couldn’t use his vamp speed. Maybe it was a good thing he had called Marguerite after all. It would probably be too late by the time he finished. But before he started, he was distracted by Klaus’s other comment. He glanced at the painting. Tyler liked to draw, but he had never really been into the kind of art that hung in galleries like Klaus’s. Even still, that piece was pretty cool. He could already see the spot above his bed where he could hang it. “Seriously? You’re just giving that to me?” he asked, a little surprised at Klaus’s generosity.
“Yeah,” Klaus replied. It wasn’t so much generosity as he had no use for the painting anymore and he didn’t want it cluttering up his gallery. “Now hang that paining,” he gestured to one of the pieces, “there,” he added gesturing to the wall.
Tyler was a little bit touched. Practically every time he saw Klaus, the man managed to impress him with just how different he was from his dream counterpart. As wary as he knew he should be around Klaus, he was also pretty sure that Klaus wasn’t just going to snap one day and kill Tyler’s loved ones, or, worse, make Tyler culpable in their deaths.
“Alright,” Tyler said, taking the painting that Klaus had pointed to and hanging it where Klaus said.
“It’s crooked,” Klaus said with a frown. “You need to lift the right side a bit.” There was no way Klaus was going to settle for anything less than perfection in his gallery.
Tyler really shouldn’t have been expecting to be finished with this painting quite so soon. But he could understand Klaus’s need for it to look good. It was his livelihood after all. He sighed, and then lifted the right side a touch, looking over his shoulder to see Klaus’s reaction.
It took well over an hour for Tyler to hang and rehang all the paintings.”That’s all for today,” Klaus said when he was satisfied with the placement of the last painting. “You can go.”
Tyler was pretty sure that, had he still been human, or even a werewolf, his arms would have been exhausted. He hadn’t thought it was possible for anyone to be half as finicky as Klaus had been. He let out a relieved sigh when Klaus said that he could go. “See ya,” he said, and turned and left.