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    Klaus Mikaelson
    Cami: Maybe we could go for a walk. You could spend, I don't know, 5 seconds, not obsessing about who not to trust and who you're going to murder next.
    Klaus: I quite enjoy my obsessions, thank you very much.





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    IC:
    I bared my teeth in frustration as I was pulled away from the vampire. I grit my teeth as his foot manages to connect with my stomach. I ignored the human's scolding words as she let me go. When Elijah slammed Claire into a wall, I lunged at the vampire again. I aimed to rake my claws across his chest.




    No vampire is hurting who I care about!







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    [justify]The man wolf came at me again. I was more aware of his presence, using my speed to dodge his lunge. Why would Claire keep such an unstable beast in her room? My house..my god I was sick.


    But the ill feeling didn't come from emotions, I was also injured, he had managed to scratch me when I dodged, and now a healing gash was on my forearm. Lucky me, I'm going to have to throw this shirt away, stained with blood and filled with a bad memory.


    I staggered back a little, my attention no longer on Claire but her dear friend. I needed to calm him down, for my safety at least..but how? I knew nothing of wolves and how to tame them. [/justify]

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    Klaus Mikaelson
    Cami: Maybe we could go for a walk. You could spend, I don't know, 5 seconds, not obsessing about who not to trust and who you're going to murder next.
    Klaus: I quite enjoy my obsessions, thank you very much.





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    IC:
    I wanted to scream. I wanted to roar. I wanted to tell that vampire every atrocity his kind had done to me. I couldn't though, not a sound could ever leave. I had no other way to express my anger other than destruction.




    Hot tears streamed from my eyes as I lost myself to my rage. My claws lacerated walls. Any furniture I got my hands on was demolished in seconds. I broke a leg off a table and threw it at the vampire like a knife.







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    I cleared my throat and took a hesitant step from the wall. A sharp sigh released as I gingerly gather the wolf's shirt, casting a weary glance to Elijah before gently coaxing him towards the staircase. I simply wanted to escape this sudden chaos, escape the enraged vampire if anything. Maybe once he had fed, we could discuss this in a civilized manner.... No. I doubt that. I glance briefly to the werewolf in my grasp, observing the grotesque gleam in those golden orbs, life was gradually fluttering into my sight. Perfect. "Let's get you fed before you kill my boss." I murmur curtly.


    "Elijah. I think it would be best if you sated your own thirst. I promise to explain this, formally." I say. The horror that coursed throughout my frame did not travel to my voice. Brownie points for me. I ignore the feeble trembling that wracked through my body as I quietly patted the wolf man's shoulder. He definitely needed a name... Though I would have to wait on Elijah's conclusion before growing attached to my little guard dog.


    Fido? Nah.


    The only thing I truly did fear was the fact my safety was confirmed by a contract, his was not. Ah, dang it, and I was just getting on Elijah's good side.

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    Klaus Mikaelson
    Cami: Maybe we could go for a walk. You could spend, I don't know, 5 seconds, not obsessing about who not to trust and who you're going to murder next.
    Klaus: I quite enjoy my obsessions, thank you very much.





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    IC:
    I flinch under her touch for a moment, not used to the kindness. I look at the human with a mixture of hurt and anger. Why wouldn't she let me kill the vampire? Wasn't she just being used like I had been.




    I abruptly took her hand and let it touch the scar on my throat. I then pointed to the vampire. I was making a feeble attempt to tell her his kind had stolen my ability to speak thus the unadulterated hatred.







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    I allow my gaze to follow where he directed. Gingerly touching the tainted scar upon his flesh before pulling away with a distant frown. Why hadn't I noticed it before? Prominent indents at his neck where quite easy to distinguish. "Your voice..." I whisper softly as the frown grows. Lightly dropping my hand to my side before following his gaze to Elijah in silence.


    "He..." I pause and sigh in mild frustration. "I understand your.... Distaste in their species and actually encourage and commend you for it yet this one...." My head tilts, indicating to Elijah. "Is the only vampire I do not wish to see at the stake. He is benefitting you at the moment by targeting his own kind for slaughter. Surely you can understand." I murmur softly.

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    Klaus Mikaelson
    Cami: Maybe we could go for a walk. You could spend, I don't know, 5 seconds, not obsessing about who not to trust and who you're going to murder next.
    Klaus: I quite enjoy my obsessions, thank you very much.





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    IC:
    I cock my head to the side in confusion. Some of the words she said I didn't quite understand. Commend? Befitting? My eyes became distant and sad. There was so much I didn't know. So much I couldn't say. All I was good for was fighting, that's all I know.




    I pointed to her and mouthed, "Your name?". I then pointed to Elijah again and mouthed his name. Then I pointed to myself and mouthed, "No name."







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    "Oh. My name is Claire. That is Elijah, as you know and you... Don't have a name? Hm." My gaze flutters to Elijah quizzically before tossing around a few silly names in my mind. He was more than simply a wolf and deserved a mundane name, if anything. "Cas? You don't strike me as a Billy..." I muse and allow my warm gaze to rest upon his own. Searching. My lips part momentarily before shutting once more. Perhaps Elijah could be of assistance to us.


    "Isiah.. Gaige. Um.." I fall silent and sigh with an apologetic glimpse in his direction.

    [justify]I had to dodge a flying stake, and it pierced into the wall by my shoulder. And he was wrecking my home..my home! I had to calm myself down first, Claire seemed to be doing quite the job with the man.


    As they communicated, I noticed he couldn't speak..and that Claire actually had a care for him. But I didn't, wouldn't..never.


    As the attention turned on me, my eyes went up..could the little hunter really be so naive? We were not picking silly names at this hour!
    "No Claire." I say sternly, she had no right to keep him here.."We're not naming him, we're not keeping him. I want him out!"


    I ripped the hanging fabric from my sleeve and barged down the steps. "What I want is an explanation. A reason, something to keep my sanity!" I didn't stop walking, not until I reached the bottem step. Breathing heavily, and in pain..I was not happy. [/justify]

    "He followed me out after I released the werewolves. I tried to turn him away and yet he kept returning. If I had left him to the elements, it would be my sanity that perished." I attempt and gaze to his heaving shoulders, a powerful line that could intimidate the most recalcitrant of individuals. I could only stare in mild fear.


    I suck in a sharp breathe before pursuing him down the grand staircase, taking care not to fumble on the slick surface. My thin hands gingerly glide to his injured arm in an attempt to gather his attention. I allow my voice to drop to a nearly inaudible whisper, gazing helplessly up to the stubborn immortal. "He knows of nothing more than the agony of captivity, each moment consumed by a vampire who lusted after money;power. Of course he is going to have grudges! Can you blame him?" I inquire. It was a feeble effort yet Elijah had proven unpredictable multiple times before.

    [justify]I felt her fingertips brush my arm and I turned around, facing the blonde before me. I listened to her explanation, taking care to take in every word into account. He's pitiful really, used as a slave..voiceless. I could understand why she cared for him,


    " Even if he is in such a state, he is nothing but a raged beast. All werewolves are bred for is to kill, all it takes is one thing and he'll snap. We've witness that haven't we..?"


    I turned back around and went a few paces forward. I was still angered at Claire, and that anger turned into lust..a lust for something. Whisking back around, speeding forward and grabbing Claire's face. My palms on either side of her head as I struggled to not kill her.


    "You...disappoint me, I am angered Claire.. I will kill you." it was a warning, but I was still struggling, my face twitching, eventually I loosened my grasp, but I couldn't hold it in all the way..


    I lunged for her, my face buried in her neck and elongated fangs ravishing into her throat. Blood..that's what I wanted right now. It was too enticing to not finally bite her, something I wanted to do since we met.


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    Klaus Mikaelson
    Cami: Maybe we could go for a walk. You could spend, I don't know, 5 seconds, not obsessing about who not to trust and who you're going to murder next.
    Klaus: I quite enjoy my obsessions, thank you very much.





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    IC:
    No.....no! No! No!




    I couldn't just stand back at let her die. Watch her life fade away like my mother's. Raged beast. Fine if he didn't let her go, I would really turn into a raged beast. I ran over to the vampire and his hand before bringing it to my mouth. I stared him right in the eyes, the message clear. 'She dies I will make sure you die as well.'




    A werewolf bite was toxic to a vampire and was basically certain death in there case. I didn't want to bite kill him if I didn't have to, I just wanted my new friend safe.







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    [justify]I didn't want to kill her, I had an off switch. But with bloodlust, and anger..I was afraid myself I might. Then my hand was pried off, I pulled my fangs from her neck quickly, looking in slight fear at my hand close to the man's mouth.


    Don't.


    Oh, it was warning, a rivulet of blood trailed down my chin from one corner of my lips. But at this moment my focus was on my hand, so I took his warning..chucking the female off of me and towards the ground.


    I yanked my hand from his grasp, kneeling down before Claire to check on her. I didn't want her dead, and actually regretted biting her..not that-that would show..I was still angered.


    "Get out of here, go to your room before I really kill you." [/justify]

    A startled cry escapes my lips as I wince at the flush of pain. My petite hands grazing his broad chest in an attempt to escape his proximity though he remained steadfast. Was this how he planned to kill me? My, some way to go..


    My efforts soon diminish as the seconds subside, leaning into his powerful silhouette for support. Eventually the pain followed suite and dissipated to a dull throb, ingenuous and innocent in it's wake. I could only growl sweet obscenities in his ear. My pitiful threats in retaliation broken by pained whimpers though it grew evident that he did not yearn to kill me, only to sate his thirst. Just as I had requested of him earlier. Oh, the irony.


    A subtle tranquility embraces my delicate frame, no doubt to blood loss. My gaze gradually floating around the room as I push harshly at his chest in frustration.

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    Klaus Mikaelson
    Cami: Maybe we could go for a walk. You could spend, I don't know, 5 seconds, not obsessing about who not to trust and who you're going to murder next.
    Klaus: I quite enjoy my obsessions, thank you very much.





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    She wouldn't be able to walk in this state. I took her from Elijah, picking her up bridal style in my arms. Maybe the vampire was right. I didn't belong here. I had caused them to act like this and I didn't want Claire hurt anymore because of me.




    I took her back upstairs to her room and laid her down on her bed. "I'm sorry." I mouthed before I left the room. I headed back downstairs, not sparing Elijah another glance. I opened the back door and stepped outside, shutting it behind me. I shed the clothes, Claire had given me and turned into my wolf form before stalking off into the woods.







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    [justify]Great, when Claire finds out he had left..she wouldn't be too happy. Actually, I don't expect a good mood from her any time soon. Brushing blood from my chin, I stared the door after he used to take his leave.


    Telling Emma to care for Claire, I gabbed a jacket and quickly left the house. Where could the dog had gone? And how did he actually get me to do this..but I cared for Claire, I knew she would want him back.


    But what was his name? What could I even call him? I gave up, searching for him is something I'll have to do with Claire. Backing into the house, wiping my lips yet again. I leaned my side into the railing of the stairway...what a mess this was. [/justify]

    Soon enough, the healthy flourish of colour had returned to my features. Emma sat silently at my bedside, a troubled look on her decrepit face as I ignored the empty sensation throughout my body and eased up with care, propping myself against a few pillows. "How long was I out?" I inquire softly as her gaze drifts to a thick watch upon her wrist. "Just a little over an hour, Miss." She murmurs and I nod gradually before observing the pile of sheets upon the floor curiously.


    Wait.I swing my legs carefully to the edge of the bed before gathering myself swiftly to my feet and dispersing towards my bedroom door. Slightly lightheaded and unstable yet if that d@mned vampire laid a hand on my pup whilst I was unconscious...


    My gaze rests upon a familiar silhouette, draped over the railing of the staircase. "What did you do to him?" I state, tone laced with irritation and something more. Let's just say I was not in the best of moods, and the fact this whole thing was my fault was only making matters worse. I was usually not one for accusations but what else could have happened? A maid ran him off?..... Nah.

    [justify]At the sound of Claire's weak voice, I perked up a little. She was only accusing me of the matter, I should tell her I killed him and that she'll be punished for it.


    "I did nothing to him. He ran off Claire, he isn't coming back." so I decided to be honest, eventually turning around to face her. She looked weary, but her neck was no longer bleeding, it was healing..slowly.


    "How's your neck? Are you feeling alright?" I was also quick to move on, I didn't actually cared for the lycanthrope!
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    Klaus Mikaelson
    Cami: Maybe we could go for a walk. You could spend, I don't know, 5 seconds, not obsessing about who not to trust and who you're going to murder next.
    Klaus: I quite enjoy my obsessions, thank you very much.





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    I returned to the house, however not to stay but to offer a sort of apology. I had killed a stag, I hadn't eaten any of it though. I thought maybe the vampire would still accept it. It was really the only thing I could give him. I dragged the deer to the backdoor and pawed at the door, hoping to get a maids attention.







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    I scowl at the mention of my neck, fingertips skimming the sensitive flesh absentmindedly. "I shall live." I reply curtly, my tone blessed with thick frustration as I rest my gaze upon him in distaste. Most would have forgiven him at a nimble glimpse yet I managed to salvage the distraught string of self control I still possessed. It was quite childish of me, I will admit that, though I simply needed... Something to withstand my sanity.


    "Master. Miss. I-I believe the wolf has returned." A maid cries out from below us as I grasp the stairwell's railing for support and pick my way down the stairs. My caution was probably not as severely needed though my limbs remained substantially weak and I refused to ask for assistance nor for my legs to give out from under me. I shrug my way past Elijah without a glance before following the maid to the back door. Quickly easing the door open as I wrinkle my nose at the morbid sight of a slaughtered elk and gradually look to the apologetic state of the werewolf. So the vampire had been stating the truth... I would save my appreciation for later but for now I planned to pout over what he had done. No matter how immature it may seem.