Under the trees: Elijah/Klaus
Klaus couldn’t say, if asked, how he had come to be wandering around the woods. But it wasn’t as though he were particularly concerned. He’d had trips like this before where he didn’t really remember anything, had no idea of how he turned up wherever he was. Tonight was apparently one of those nights. He couldn’t decide if it was a good or bad thing when this happened, so inevitably he ended up taking whatever it was again. Never mind.
It felt good though, once he was conscious of the feeling and conscious of the fact that he was wandering barefoot over reasonably soft ground. Very nice. He was wrapped in a long black coat and, he noted, had a pair of dark floral leggings on. Nothing else. Again, not the oddest thing to have happened to him.
Something was burning, though. Klaus could smell it in the air. And he was in some kind of woodland. Well, that wasn’t a good thing. He could be roasted alive in here and he had no idea which way he had come from or which way he should go. If he went the wrong way he could be running through the woods forever!
He could hear voices as well, but that didn’t mean a lot. Klaus heard voices all the time. Thankfully, given his current state of inebriation, they were either in his head or they were real people. Real people and a fire. Well, that was a disaster waiting to happen.
His feet were carrying him towards it though, apparently of their own will because he certainly had no desire to go near it. Yet he couldn’t just let his feet do their own thing whilst he waited among the trees. He was going quite fast, too, Klaus noted, slightly alarmed at that realisation. He burst through the trees and skidded to a halt, eyes wide, confusion evident on his face.
And he was hungry.
“What’s happening?” he queried, not loud enough for anyone to hear. This was too much.