Remember Me 》{*Klaus Mikaelson*}

15.

Clara enters her apartment, unaware that a presence is waiting for her. Dark eyes look to her as she turns on the light. Clara jumps at the figure standing by her bedroom door.

"Clara." He begins his voice rough and gravelly. "Suprised to see me?" 

She flashes a smirk at the tall, dark-haired male crossing her arms over her chest. "Issac, does mother know you've ventured out of her grasp?"

Issac chuckles. "Still spiteful as every I see."

"Is there something I can help you with or are you just here to chit chat?"

"The elders are reconsidering your case."

Clara's ears perk up as she gives her full attention to the man in front of her. "What?"

"I wouldn't be too hopeful, though." He beings taking a step towards her. "Mother seems to have her claws deeply buried into everyone's backs. I wouldn't be surprised if she soon becomes head of the council just because."

"Did you come all this way to tell me the good news or has your beloved mother finally crossed her favorite child?" 

Issac sighs plopping onto the couch. "You know she's your mother too Clara."

"She stopped being my mother the day she exiled me." She states bitterly.

"She's just trying to improve the Coven."

"If you're here to try to change my views you might as well leave. I have far better things to do than to listen to you defending her." 

Issac's eyes the burns on her wrist, he raises a brow meeting her gaze. "I see you're still using magic."

"Quiet unsuccessful, I might add." She states heading to the kitchen.

Issac quietly listens as she roots through the cabinets, placing things onto the counter. However, a loud crash peeks his attention. He gets to his feet, glancing into the kitchen. Clara is hunched over the sink, a few objects scattered on the floor. Issac's eyes widen in horror as he spots the red liquid dripping from her mouth. He quickly rushes to her side, pulling her brown hair watching in shock as more blood falls from her mouth.

"Christ Clara, what happened to you?" He questions quietly.

She glances over at him, running the back of her hand along her crimson-stained lips.

"Our mother happened Issac. Our dreadful, wicked wretch of a mother."

His lets out a gasp running his fingers through her hair. "Clara, I-I had no idea."

Clara strengthens up looking up at his tall frame. "Yeah, well there's a lot you don't know."

Determination fills his dark brown eyes. "Tell me, tell me everything."