Who: Klaus What: Arriving in Lawrence Where: Dumped on a street as is the done thing When: Morning of the 13th Rating: TBD Status: Complete, narritive
He really truly had no time for this. And he had no time for witches. And that of course was before the one way trip to of all places Lawrence Kansas. What was in Kansas? What was the point of Kansas? And what the hell had Bonnie Bennett just done to him. A witch shouldn't have been able to do that. Not to him. Still, she couldn't kill him. It never would work and the futility of it all really did sometimes give him a headache. But still they would try. They'd even come close once but the witch had known better. Kill him lose her friends, He was connected to most of them by blood of course. Useful in hindsight. But right now Bonnie Bennett was a thorn in his side he might well be done with.
"If you can hear me witch I suggest you send me back to Mystic Falls." he commanded, his voice cold, dangerously so to any that knew him. He was not in the mood for Bonnie Bennett and her dark magic when his brother was dead. "You can't kill me without loosing so many but bring me back or you'll lose them anyway. One by one while you watch"
Oh in many ways he'd disliked Kol. He'd have daggered him quite happily, but Kol was gone now. Forever. And something like that was hard for him to fathom. It mattered more than Finn. Finn had been a traitor and an idiot working with their mother to bring him down. To kill them all. Kol, while misguided had been there with him. Had been family.
They thought they understood family. And maybe some of them did, maybe Damon and Stefan actually did. But they didn't care about his. Kol was dead, who knew how many other vampires from his line were dead too. And it seemed all they cared about was bloody Jeremy bloody Gilbert and Elena being cured. Oh there would be no cure. He'd see it destroyed
He just had to get back to Mystic Falls.
"Witch!" he called again, still furious. She'd have answered by now if she could hear him. Fine, if he couldn't find her he'd go looking for answers. He'd find a way back to that cursed town. And people would start to show some respect. This town though, it seemed to have done nothing to him. As he walked he saw people going about their daily business. Oh he'd use them if he needed to, he'd feed, he'd live as he wished. But unless he found culpability among the people they'd live. Maybe his temper had improved somewhat. Who knew?