FOR THE HEART OF A WOLF [KLAUS MIKAELSON]

TWENTY THREE ▶ AUGUST THIRD

August third.

Faye didn't know how to feel about that date.

For one, it was her birthday. She would be nineteen years old and was past the age of her becoming legal. She would get to make a wish and have some cake, maybe even get a present from the two men she travelled with.

Though, that day was something else. It was the eleventh year anniversary of her parents' death. The eleventh year anniversary of the night she mauled her parents to death; the night she became a killer.

Maybe she did know how she felt about the date. She hated her birthday more than anything in the world.

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Faye's head was rested against the leather seat of Klaus' Ford Expedition during the whole ride to the mystery location. She was sleeping, seeing that she was unable to sleep last night due to nightmares of the night she first shifted.

It was weird that she could remember that night vividly, but every memory of her life before that night was a blur.

Klaus peered back at the sleeping girl from the driver's seat, sighing, "What's wrong with her today? She's been more nasty then usual."

That morning, when they were packing up their stuff from the motel and getting in the car, Faye had lashed out at Klaus. He had just asked her if she wanted help with her bags and she yelled at him, telling him to leave her alone.

"It's her birthday." Stefan replied, staring back at her. She seemed to be having a dreamless sleep, which he was glad for. Faye deserved some rest.

Stefan was worried about her. It was her first birthday as a human instead of a wolf. He didn't know how she'd be now that she could feel all these new things.

"Why is her birthday so bad?" Klaus asked him.

"You don't want to now." Stefan brushed off the question, knowing Faye wouldn't want him to know.

Faye whimpered when she awoke in the backseat. She covered her eyes when she saw the sun come in through the windows. Her vision was blurring and there was a kink in her neck.

"Where are we?"Faye muttered sleepily.

"Near our destination." Klaus informed her, "Have a nice sleep, love?"

Faye blinked a couple of times and nodded, "That was the best sleep I've had in two months."

"Maybe you'll be in a better mood than this morning. Who can be that cranky on their birthday?" Klaus said without knowing about her parents deaths.

Faye froze. She had almost forgotten it was her birthday. Her mood instantly dropped and she buried her face back into the leather seat. She decided going back to sleep would be better than facing the world today.

But, it was inevitable. The car pulled to a stop in a warehouse and Faye was forced to get out. Her, Stefan, and Klaus walked up to an open window that exposed a large city.

"Welcome back to Chicago, Stefan." Klaus said as they looked down upon the city.

Faye frowned, "What are we doing here?"

"I know how much Stefan loved it here." The male hybrid looked over at Stefan with a smirk, "Bringing back memories of the good old ripper days?"

Stefan shrugged, "Blacked out most of them. A lot of blood, a lot of partying. The details are all a blur."

"Well, that is a crying shame." Klaus responded, "The details are what makes it legend." He began telling a short story, "Word was the ripper of Monterrey got lonely, so he escaped to the city for comfort. It was prohibition. Everything was off limits then, which made everything so much fun." He grinned fondly down at the buildings below them, "Chicago was magical."