Klaus Hargreeves (callsthedead) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2020-03-12 12:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !completed gdoc, !log, ~2020 march, ~~klaus hargreeves (callsthedead), ~~sabrina spellman (s_spellman) |
WHO: Klaus Hargreees and Sabrina Spellman
WHAT: A Supernatural Interaction
WHENWHERE: By the fountain
WARNINGS: Klaus and Sabrina?
STATUS:: Closed/Completed Gdoc
Being sober sucked. More for Klaus than most people, because now instead of the craziness of his highs, he was stuck with fucking dead people. Everywhere. All the time. He had tried ignoring them, but that was about as useful as it had been when he was a kid. Meaning: not freaking useful at all. They were there ALL THE TIME. When he was awake. When he was asleep. When he was watching TV. When he was taking a shit. When he was talking to his siblings and telling them how great he was doing since he went sober.
Even though he hadn’t had a pill or a drink or shot up since before Christmas he was still just as jumpy and paranoid as he had been before. Was this really better than being high all the time? He was pretty sure that it wasn’t. Both of his options freaking sucked.
Right now he was sitting on a bench by the frozen fountain, his hinkles order on the bench beside him. His leg was shaking uncontrollably and he’d barely touched the food. Painfully skinny, his eyes flickered around from ghost to real person to ghost and he was hardly able to tell which was which anymore.
When he saw a girl passing, he stared at her, as if trying to see through her, as if that was a way that he could tell if someone was really alive or not.
***
This place wasn’t so bad. While she wasn’t with her aunts and Ambrose, Sabrina found she was able to do what she had set out to do in the first place: Live like a teenager. A teenage witch, but a normal teen girl nonetheless. Right now she was on her way back to the Viking Medieval Suburb with her books tucked into her satchel.
That was when she spotted some creepy looking dude staring at her. Sabrina slowed to a halt as she side eyed Creeper, and wondered if she was going to have to bust out some witchcraft. She frowned, took a step forward then a step back. Forward. Back. Sigh.
“If you’re trying to visualize my panties I’m going to do something painful to your tender bits.”
***
“Totally not interested in your panties,” he said, waving the idea away with a flick of his wrist. “More interested in the fact that you’re actually alive.” Alive was good. Talking to people who were alive was good. It made it easier to ignore the ones who weren’t. He knew he seemed a bit crazy, but what was new about that? He’d always been a little off the deep end. It was just part of who he was.
“You are alive, right?” He hated not being completely able to trust his instincts, but he’d been wrong before.
***
Sabrina had seen and heard crazier things back home so this didn’t really faze her much. Instead, one corner of her black stained lips quirked up into a smirk and she boldly walked toward Tweaker Creeper dude.
“I’m alive,” she confirmed. “I assume you have trouble telling the difference between alive and dead?”
***
“Only when I’m sober,” he replied with a self deprecating smile. “Another reason being sober sucks.” There’d been a few days there after he’d detoxed but before the dead had found him when he’d finally had a little bit of peace. But it hadn’t lasted long, and it was far in the past now.
“But you’re alive. That’s good. Sit. Talk to me. It’s easier to ignore them when I’m not alone.”
***
If nothing else, this guy had her curiosity up. If he got handsy or weird…-er...she could always whip out something hellish. With that confidence behind her, Sabrina joined him on the bench.
“So being sober is why you see ghosts,” she started, “and look like a member of the Sex Pistols?”
***
“The ghosts? Yeah. And what’s wrong with my clothes?” He was actually dressed rather conservatively today. He was wearing actual pants and a shirt, which wasn’t all that common for him.
“When I’m high they can’t get through. Which is why I’m usually high.”
***
Sabrina chuckled as she lifted a finger to indicate his face. “Not your clothes. The whole guyliner thing is more Alice Cooper than Robert Smith.” But once he explained the why of things she understood. She’d seen Ambrose strung out, too.
“So how come you aren’t high now?” She didn’t judge. People did what they did...so long as they didn’t do something nasty to the people she cared about.
***
“Oh, that. That’s just there because I like it. It makes my eyes look hot.” Why did anyone wear make-up? There was nobody here he was particularly trying to impress, but that didn’t mean he wanted to look bad.
He raised his fingers to make sarcastic air quotes. “Because I’m cleaning up. My siblings are so proud of me.”
***
She couldn’t help but grin as she giggled at his straight forward answer. “Fair enough,” she said. It was why she did her own eyes like she did, along with the dark or all black lipstick. And the mini skirts. Can’t forget the mini skirts.
“Ah.” There were times when she wished she had siblings. Then she heard or saw something like this and was glad she only had Ambrose to nag at her.
“What do you want to do?”
***
“Does it matter?” He asked. “I mean, my options are pretty much shit no matter which way I go. I either die of an overdose - which has almost happened like a bajillion times - or I have to face all these damn spirits.” Back at home, he’d been trying to get sober in the hopes of seeing Dave again. But the spirits here were from an entirely different dimension so he really doubted that Dave was among them.
“I guess I’d rather just not see spirits at all.” Wasn’t something he could change, though.
***
“So you have no control over whether you see ghosts or not,” she summed up. Her dark brows pulled down in puzzlement as she tilted her head. “What you need is something that gives you the effect of being high without the bad physical consequences.” A magical challenge if she ever heard one.
Then, seemingly randomly, she smiled as she held out her hand. “I’m Sabrina.”
***
“Nope. Ever since I was a kid they were always there.” When he was very young, he hadn’t been afraid. But as he’d grown up and become a young teenager, well, the damned things terrified him.
“Is that even possible?” He asked. “Everyone just tells me I need to get used to it.”
He took her hand and shook it. “Klaus.”
***
“Nice to meet you Klaus.” Sabrina smiled. She meant that. He seemed nice. And she wanted to help him. She might need to consult with Merlin, try a few spells out on some uh...willing volunteers. But this guy deserved peace if he really was trying to clean himself up.
“Anything’s possible with a little magic,” she said with a smirk and bumped her shoulder against his
***
“Sure, if you say so.” He wasn’t entirely convinced that it would make much difference, or that her magic would work. He’d tried a shit load of things to solve his problems. But hell, he’d give her that chance. And if it did work? Well, all the better.
Suddenly he stood, a bit wobbly on his feet.
“I’m fucking freezing. .I should head home before I freeze to death.”
***
“Whoa, there.” Sabrina was up immediately to help steady him. Easier this way than trying to pick him up off the ground. “You need any help?” She wasn’t in any great hurry and she couldn’t help him with the ghost problem if he was in the hospital for falling on his face.
***
“No, I”m okay,” he said, shaking her off not unkindly. “If there’s something you can look into, that’s fine. But I doubt it will work. I think this is just my curse.” He rolled his eyes. “Just let me know if you come up with anything, okay?”
***
“Yeah, ok,” she said. There was a note of hesitation that was strangely offset by the stubborn jut of her chin. Sabrina backed up to give Klaus his personal space back without being offended. She’d known too many people who were determined to do it all themselves. She also had a bad habit of poking her nose in where it didn’t belong if she thought she could help. So far her score sheet was weighed a bit more on the Fail side than Win, sometimes with dire consequences.
“Give me a yell if you need anything,” she offered. “Or just want to hang out. Coffee. Y’know. Whatever.” She smiled as she watched him leave. Oh yeah. She’d have to talk to Merlin.