Klaus solves family disputes with daggers (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} humanitytorn) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming, |
He'd come along to the blasted ritual, wary, nervous. And hating every second of those heightened emotions. This place was where it had happened after all, where she'd saved him. He had never wanted to be saved like that, at her expense, never wanted to be seen as weak like that. And he'd lost his sister. His Rebekah. The one of his family that had stayed with him the longest no matter how he'd hurt her, no matter how many of her loves he killed. No matter what he said or did, she had never left. Until he'd seemed to cross the line. And even then, even with all of that it hadn't been the end of it. He'd assumed he'd get a chance to sort it all out with her.
He'd watched the ritual critically. He didn't know much about magic except how it could be used to hurt him. But there was definitely a power building. Definitely something more, something bigger. There was a great deal of Enochian, a language even he hadn't quite grasped and then...
He saw her. Almost instantly, that blonde hair. But she was pushing backwards, scrambling to get away from him.
"Rebekah" he called, with the usual commanding air of the brother so used to everything going his way. Used to being obeyed.
"After everything you're running from me?"