Simple Secrets || N. Mikaelson

~12~

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He eyed his reflection in the mirror and Talia watched from her perch on the couch, dark eyes roaming over his back and then to the mirror in-front of him. She tucked her knees under her chin, watching him quietly as she considered her next words. 

"Do you have something to say, Talia?" His voice was cold, eyes meeting hers in the mirror as he finished wiping the blood from his face. Klaus had just gotten rid of another body, another person he killed for food. It didn't bother her much anymore, but she still wondered about their lives. The people they could've become. She sighed and crossed her legs, chewing her lower lip and thinking. 

Finally, he turned, fully facing her with a patient look. "Klaus . . ." Talia trailed off, studying his gaze as he easily settled down on the arm chair to her right and crossed his legs, picking up a book to flip through as she thought through her words. She watched him read, the ease in his shoulders as he flipped through the book as if it were any other day, any other time. "Klaus, I think you should undagger your siblings." 

His head shot up, studying her for a moment before thinking it through and then nodding. "Rebekah will be glad to see you, I know she enjoyed your company." Klaus stood, placing the book back on the coffee table and walking to the door, pausing for Talia to follow. "Rebekah, wherever she may be, we will find. Come along, love, time to meet the family."

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Talia followed a few paces behind Klaus, her eyes lifting to his back when he got a phone call and grew rigid, throwing open the container doors to reveal no coffins, none of Klaus's family. She paused in her step, watching him threaten whoever had called him and then shut off his phone, whirling to face Talia. 

"Stefan Salvatore stole my family and I plan on killing him and anyone he's ever met." He grabbed her arm, wrenching her behind him as he zoomed back to the house, calling a hybrid to his attendance. 

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The brunette settled in to the small rental, Klaus was off threatening Damon and had told her to take the rest of the day to herself, he would be quite busy.

She stirred her tea with her pinky, staring at the wall for a moment before standing and walking to the book Klaus had been reading. It was a book of poetry, and he had bookmarked one page. 

Soulmates

I spent my days waiting for you, 

searching the crowds for your face.

I stopped breathing the moment you recognized me, 

as you captured my soul with your face.

-Christy Ann Martine

The brunette flipped through the other pages, finding poems about heartbreak and love. It made no sense, why was he reading it? Why did it seem like after thirty years of nothing . . . he was beginning to care?

She closed the book gently and placed it back on his chair, deciding to go on a run. She pulled on her sneakers and sprinted through the yard and into the woods, her calves burned and her lungs felt like imploding but she kept running.