niklaus mikaelson (hybrid) wrote in zombielandlogs, @ 2018-08-30 10:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | tvd verse: klaus mikaelson |
Who: Klaus and Aurora
What: Just two crazies LOL
When: Bendyish
Where: Some cave out in the woods
Warnings: Did I mention CRAZY
He felt the worms eating at his skin, burrowing inside of his organs, filling his empty skull. He thought that with death came peace but for Klaus it was different. He didn’t see a bright light, didn’t share the company of Elijah who went with him. Like everything else it all felt like a lie. His life. The things that he did, the centuries of violence, his name as a Mikaelson. It was all catching up to him in death. He never expected for it to come to this but he had done it, had given up his life so that his daughter may live the life she wanted, one that was filled with torment.
One couldn’t roll in a grave although he did, Klaus finding that he could move suddenly, his body covered in mud and stuck to leaves. The ground was cold but he felt air as it touched his skin. Klaus opened his eyes and could see the dark treetops, the nightly colored moon as it ignited the woods with a pale light. He was alive? No. He couldn’t be alive. This was Hell, maybe.
He wandered the darkness for what felt like eternity and yes, he was correct. This was hell as there were others like him, disgusting creatures that roamed and touched him, tried to claw at Klaus’ unbreakable skin but they left him be. He was dead just like them. Not even the dead wanted to keep the almighty Klaus company.
The night turned into scorching day and to seek comfort from the blazing heat Klaus found a small cave. Another hole to bury himself in as he stumbled barefoot, his mind unfocused as he thought that he saw someone, a figure laying deep within the cavern he had found.
Such fine red hair. Klaus remembered it well, could smell the auburn in them but he dared not go near. He was afraid of it, the past that was haunting him, memories he was not familiar with.
Her name was on the tip of his tongue but Klaus merely pushed himself away, not wanting to bother the corpse he found. It was his fault, he felt. She was like this because of him - was withered and hollow because of his misdeeds.
Days, weeks, months, years. They all seemed to blur together for the once powerful redheaded vampiress who was now in the late stages of her final torture. They could have put her out of her misery but no. That would have been too easy. Thousand years of every single mental health treatment, no matter how barbaric that could be inflicted upon her. All in the name of helping and yet each session brought her closer to madness than she was before.
Was she Rebekah? Beautiful Rebekah Mikaelson with hair like the sunshine. She tried to conjure up an image in her mind and then convinced herself that she was indeed Rebekah just as Elijah had once taught her to. Aurora imagined her life as Rebekah as her own body faded away, tattered and torn. So many lifetimes of punishment for the small crime of loving a psychopath. But not when she was Rebekah. When she was Rebekah she had a beautiful life surrounded by beautiful things, and a handsome man that loved her so. Being Rebekah was the best thing that had ever happened to Aurora and she wanted to hold onto it, even though it was one of the very first things that had broken her mind.
The scenery changed but the AuroraRebekah monster did not. She remained ever the same, bones brittle and useless, like the Tin Man from some movie she could only sort of recall. Something about a brick road made of gold. How absurd. The AuroraRebekah monster tried to remember fonder times, times with her siblings, times with her friends, times with her loves. She remembered a thousand years of joy and beauty. She remembered a lie.
Her lips barely moved, cracked and chapped and rotting from the inside out.
“Niklaus.”
His name - his horrible, ruthless name. It made him recoil visibly, his hands lifting to cover his pale face, fingers wanting to claw at the mask he wore, the facade of a wolf hiding behind a dark veil. He knew her but he didn’t want to. She was nothing but temptress to him, the red haired succubus that coiled around his heart. He remembered a time where he loved her so dearly but she didn’t. She hated him. Despised him. Klaus had never known her anguish.
She seemed to want something but Klaus did not know what to give her. An embrace, perhaps? He was one to cozy up to his nightmares but he wasn’t sure what to make of this. He wanted to give life to this nuisance so that he could push it out, to perhaps force this fleeting feeling that was prominating from his aching heart.
It was easy to imagine the past. The very start of his own torment and how well he hid his intent. He pictured a beautiful girl, one who only loved as much as she was allowed to. Their passion had ignited love in Klaus that he never thought possible. She had chosen to be unmade, to become like him, to follow him into the darkness.
Klaus wasn’t sure if he had ever thanked her for that choice.
It was easy to feed her - a simple bite to his own wrist to let his tainted blood flow into her shriveled mouth. He gave her what he could, probably gave her more than he wanted to but his mind was far from his own grasp as he lost himself in a memory where a simple girl was all that mattered to him in a desperate time period.
The AuroraRebekah monster drank deeply. When she finally regained some movement, her eyes rolled back into her head with the sheer delight of blood again. It wasn’t human blood but somehow it was better, more nourishing. It healed her quickly, life returning to every limb. Suddenly her dull red hair shone scarlet and her alabaster skin took on a bright sheen. Her green eyes sparkled in the darkness as she reached up and grabbed his arm, holding onto it tightly as she drank.
Aurora would have drank forever if he allowed it but eventually he pulled his arm away. For a moment, she resented the absence of the blood that had brought her back to life. She wanted more. Always more, forever more. She was so thirsty and she lunged at him, still not quite lucid but stunned at how much stronger than she he was. Aurora was used to being the very strongest being around. Perhaps with the exception of her brother Tristan.
She stumbled past him, feeling disoriented and terrified. Everything was a blur suddenly. She was no longer Rebekah Mikaelson but Aurora de Martel, a life she simply didn’t want, a life full of pain. A very long life where the suffering could not end, would not end. She kept stumbling, only barely considering the strange surroundings she found herself in. Klaus hadn’t buried her in a cave, had he?
Finally reaching the mouth of the cave, Aurora put her hand against the wall and began to deeply inhale the fresh mountain air. The forest in the pacific northwest was beautiful and Aurora could hear every insect, every animal, every blade of glass. Tears sprang to her eyes as she realized she had finally been freed of her prison.
Klaus watched her go. She was like a walking flame, burning everything that she touched in her newly awakened form. The hybrid saw her as such, this thing of beauty and malevolence. While Klaus didn’t fear her he did feel his emotions. They were so sprung forth, his mind racing with his misdeeds, the punishment that he decided to spin at her. He wall he put her behind. Klaus had every means to leave her there. It’s what she deserved.
Now she was here in his Hell. There was no wall to put her behind. Klaus knew that even if he wanted to she would just come back. She would forever return to him because she was part of his torture. How could he escape it? Klaus didn’t want to. He needed to face it, to be hated and hurt because of what he had done.
It was why he followed her. It wasn’t difficult because she was still close by, standing near the mouth of the cave. The sun was blazing outside. Klaus stopped short of the entry, not wanting to step out further in fear that the sun would burn him, although he knew it wouldn’t. It was just the matter of it. Outside was Hell but inside here it wasn’t so bad.
“You’ll come back,” he said, as if reading Aurora’s mind. He could tell that she wanted to leave but he reminded her that she was nothing more than his misery in tangible form.
“The devil can cry.” Klaus laughed but it ended in a chuckle, his head shaking when he noticed her tears. It was laughable because no demon should have cried. Klaus didn’t think that she was even capable of such anymore.
“No he can’t,” Aurora replied automatically. “Oh.” She smiled, a glorious smile when she heard the sound of her own melodic voice, buried for so long. Her smile grew larger almost into a grin as she heard the glorious sound of her own voice that had been dried up for so many years. It was wonderful to reclaim her identity. She no longer her any doubts about who she was. She was Aurora de Martel, a noble woman from a time long past. She had fallen in love with the devil and when she couldn’t have him, she had steadfastly taken her own life. It had surprised them all when Rebekah’s blood had brought her back to life from her own suicide.
She laughed then, a high soprano sound that rang through the air like a bad Disney movie. She almost expected little cartoon birdies to join them and braid her hair, perhaps sweep up their cave. No. That was unlikely to happen for the two of them. Aurora was no Disney princess and Klaus was….
She finally turned and rested her green eyes on him. He looked terrible and usually Aurora found him quite fetching. Of course, time had it’s consequence and she was far less attracted to him over time as she no longer found him as loving or charming. That and his affections had been squarely placed on another. Ah yes, the lovely Cami. Aurora did remember her with great fondness unlike Niklaus, whom she now despised almost as much as she hated Elijah, which saying quite a bit indeed.
“What in the bloody hell happened to you?” she demanded. “You look terrible and that’s coming from me.” Aurora had no real concept of how much time had passed while she was desiccating, only that it had been a very long time. She could only imagine what she looked like.
“Death.” Klaus smiled, his teeth showing as a grin stretched. It was perhaps quite alarming and, to some, maybe even a little creepy but Klaus found it amusing. He had sacrificed his life in order to save his family. Now he was in Hell and his company was a mad woman who went out of her way to ruin his very life. Oh, how wonderful for Klaus to spend all his waking hours in her company. Klaus just wanted for the torture to begin or had it begun already by their conversation?
“You got what you wanted. You wished for this, did you not?” Klaus wanted to reach out to her, to touch her delicate face with his dirty fingers, nails chipped, his entire complexion was grotesque and he resembled something of a rabid dog than a handsome man. Klaus’ hair was darker, it looked so because of dried blood and dirt. His clothes were torn and he most likely held a stench but it didn’t bother him. He didn’t care.
“You and your wretched Trinity. You all wanted this. To take my life and take my place. Your idiotic brother. Your dog that you couldn’t quite get tamed.” Klaus made a small barking sound, mimicking that of Lucien Castle, wherever his rotting corpse may be.
“Amusing that you find yourself with me.” Klaus took a step back, his arms opening as if to welcome his beloved. “Isn’t this what you wanted, my love? Everlasting insanity with the man you craved? I’m yours. There is no other place for me.”
Aurora turned towards Niklaus. She had already noted the difference in his appearance but frankly it mattered very little to her. One could become very unattractive once you saw the snakes and spiders inside of their missing soul. While it was true that Aurora had once loved him with all of her heart, she could no longer abide the sight or sound of him. She acknowledged that her own soul was blackened but only Niklaus and Elijah could be blamed for that. Perhaps with a bit of blame for Tristan who had done his very best to cure his baby sister but only made her madness increase. Niklaus’s outside appearance finally matched how he appeared to her on the inside.
“You might be mine but I will never be yours again, my darling. Don’t you know what you are? Who you are? Nobody who loves you has ever done so out of anything other than stupidity or madness or pity. And everyone who has ever loved you has paid dearly for it. Arguably, none more than I but I won’t make a competition of it.”
She took a few more steps towards him. She knew that she was still weak from the past decade of rotting away but he didn’t exactly look like he was in tip top shape either. And Aurora always had been insane enough to test the boundaries. Maybe she was hoping eventually someone might stake her. But no matter how many times Aurora wished for death, it never came for her.
Aurora kept walking towards him and then without warning pushed him into the cave wall. With lightning reflexes she plunged her hand into his chest and wrapped her fingers around his heart. Just as quickly, she removed her hand from his chest cavity.
“Wasn’t sure it existed, love. I wanted to be certain.” Aurora smiled cruelly at him as she licked his blood from her fingers.
“I’m going to leave you now, forever if I can help it. But rest assured if this is hell, we’ll meet again.”
She gave him one last look over her shoulder before she disappeared into the glow of sunshine just beyond the cave.
He wasn’t sure where his strength was. Perhaps it was gone with his parting life. The Hollow had been destroyed with his death so maybe this was what he was now. A groveling mess of his former self. How funny that maybe he himself was the new Hollow, a dried husk with nothing to show for. Nobody to love. Nothing but a Hell to live and he shared that space with Aurora who looked to be brimming with new life. It was confusing but again he didn’t pay any mind. This was supposed to be his punishment after all.
There was so much pain but he expected as such when Aurora sank her hand into his chest to squeeze at his heart. It wouldn’t come out but that seemed wrong. He was dead, wasn’t he? Why wouldn’t his heart leave his body? Klaus wanted for her to take it. Nobody else could. He thought for sure that she would be the one.
He reached for her, his body falling over as he bled but his chest closed and the pain vanished. Aurora had left him but what did this mean? He was dead but he had healed. Was this world so cruel to leave him with his abilities? To heal and then be punished again and again? Klaus screamed for Aurora to return, to come back and rip his heart out. It was what he deserved. Klaus just wanted to feel the pain he was owed.