Witchy Hour - KlAsma-: The devil within

 Witchy Hour - KlAsma-: The devil within

A/N: Another element of her past. interwoven with her present. 

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"Why do you awfully sound like you want a life with him?" -The voice of her coven supreme echoed through her ears. Gentle, kind... motherly.-

The first time she ever said something like this was more than 800 years ago. Asma was still green when it came to love. She was interested in a young human man who was oblivious of her true nature. The Supreme felt compelled to manage the young witch's expectation about love. The older witch was certain that the romance would end tragically and wanted to warn the young woman of the consequences of her choices. At the time, Asma was young and reckless. She was overwhelmed by her feelings and needed to express her love to the young man. In an ideal world, this would have ended well. Just as she heard the witches of the coven tell the tales and as she read it in the books, they were supposed to live happily ever after. She expected it. She wished for it and she eagerly answered the question. She wanted a life with the young man because she was in love with him. She wanted a lovely life, a decent one akin to some of the elders. She wanted a white picket fence, the kids, the loving and caring husband who would protect them from harm. She wanted to be loved and he seemed to be enjoying her company and sharing her desire. 

"It's because I do."  -Her voice was determined. She was confident in her choice.-

Her answer was naive. Untainted. Meant to be violated by the brutality of Life. The truth hurt even more than what she had been warned about. The human didn't just betray her trust. He was scared of her true nature. A witch? How could a man fall in love with a witch? He feared her power and bought the lies of legends and rumors. He spewed hateful words at her "Monster." "Abomination" "satan's spawn", each one of them cutting deeper into her heart. She tried to convince him that she wasn't a monster and tried to keep him with her but the man pushed her away. She felt used, especially since he so eagerly stole her innocence and broke her heart. He didn't just leave. No. He brought in witch hunters to kill her, forcing her hand. Shattered, the young woman was forced to use magic to wipe the memories from the minds of the pitchfork-carrying men who came witch-hunting. A powerful spell she didn't master and which ended up killing the witch-hunters and left her crying as she stood before the lifeless bodies laying on the ground. It taught her a lesson that night. A lesson about the necessity to protect one's heart.  She should have known better but she never did.  She never learned. A few years later, she fell in love with another human man and the two of them started to date. She envisioned a life for herself, imagined that maybe she would finally be happy with someone who wanted to marry her and have children with her. She wished but wishes never came true. wishes never came true. And the same fate happened again. The relationship ended in blood and death because no human could ever love a witch, no matter how kind she was. 

"Why do you awfully sound like you want a life with him?" -Now that was a voice in her head, a distant memory of the supreme who once acted as a surrogate mother to Asma. This time, the voice was harsh, cold, judgemental-

The voice had been silent since she was cursed, only to return when she realized she was falling for Elijah. All those centuries spent disappointed with humans, threatened by werewolves, and hunted down by witches had made her pretty lonely. Elijah was the only soul who stayed in her life. He was the only one she trusted and the only one who showed "real" concern for her. He carefully crafted his relationship with her and succeeded in making his presence important to the witch. He became her ally, her friend, the object of her affection and desire, and her sole companion. Falling in love, after all, was nothing but the consequence of a plan well-crafted. Asma recalled the joy she felt when she heard the familiar footsteps in her shop. She knew Elijah was there and her cloudy sky turned blue once again. She recalled herself swooning at the sight of his smiles, at the sound of his elegant voice and the intensity of his black gaze. She recalled his touch, warmer than she expected but oh so brief. The only one he allowed was for a hand on her shoulder or the small of her back. The only closeness he allowed, was the warm breath of his mouth against the delicate skin of her neck. But it was empty.. oh so empty. 

"It's because I do." -She repeated, convinced that it was what she really wanted.-

There was nothing in this relationship. Nothing that could blossom into something serious. Elijah didn't love her. He never did and never would. She realized soon enough that she was nothing but a tool for Elijah. He came to see her only when he needed to take something from her. He worried about her well-being because he wanted her to still be strong and alive. His "concern" was not for her sake but only for his and his family. And he kept talking about his love interests. Hailey here, Katherine there...how could she be stupid enough to believe he would care about her?  Coming to this realization, after she developed feelings for him felt like a foot on her neck or a kick in her face. It broke her heart to realize that she would never have her feelings reciprocated. Her curse worked perfectly, didn't it? She was to be unloved. She was to be alone. She was to always look past her shoulder because she would be hunted down by everyone. A lonely life, a shitty life was promised to her. How foolish she had been, thinking that perhaps someone like Elijah could be interested in her. What did she have to offer to him if not her magic?  So she kept things to herself, not even letting Elijah know about how she felt. There was no need for her to be humiliated on top of being heartbroken, so she didn't say anything. She let it roll. She let it die. She moved forward, or so she thought. 

"Why do you awfully sound like you want a life with him?" -The voice returned taunting her this time-

It happened suddenly, almost comically. Her path crossed the hybrid's centuries after he had slaughtered her family. By then, Asma had already changed her mind regarding Klaus. She had wanted to kill him at first, seeking revenge for her family and perhaps also making him pay for Elijah's involvement in her life. After all, Elijah wanted to protect his family -and especially Klaus- and if he came to her, it was to either find his brother or save his siblings. Nothing more, nothing less. She had wanted to make him pay for her pain and suffering, blaming him for her awful life and the pain she felt on a daily basis due to her curse. After a while, however, she realized that hatred would lead her nowhere. She understood that because of his curse, Klaus didn't even have any control of himself. Her family slaughtered was probably the consequence of whatever he went through at the time and the beast within made him do very questionable things over the millennia. Hating on him would do no good, and would not bring her family back. Killing him would taint her soul. She had always killed to protect herself and each and every death had been painful for her. She lived with the memories, sometimes even had nightmares about the lives she took. Why would she add blood on her hands? what good would it give her? 

"It's because I do." -She had not said it yet, but her heart was already whispering those words.- 

Klaus knew her. He knew her pain. He knew her heart. She understood him. She knew his heart. She knew his pain. They were two kindred spirits who found each other by Fate. Klaus triggered something inside her, a desire to live, a desire to move forward with her life. Klaus reminded her of her heart, forced her to dust it off and acknowledge it. Klaus.. she was attracted to him, like a moth to a flame and it had probably something to do with the fact that she understood him and wanted to show him the truth of his being. Yes, Klaus was troublesome. Yes, Klaus was dangerous. Yes, Klaus was bitter and angry but who wouldn't be in his shoes? He was cursed. He lost everything (save for his family) and he was overwhelmed with the urges of his nature. Klaus had given up on himself -she knew it because she did give up on herself- but she believed in him. She believed in their chemistry. she believed in their hearts. Her emotions were difficult to decipher for the witch. it was too early anyway for her to properly know what was going on but she was guided by her heart and her heart had chosen Klaus and the path of Light. She was going ahead of more troubles -and perhaps death- but was it really a path she had not known before? No... of course not. She wanted a life with Klaus and she would have it, regardless of what she would have to sacrifice for it to become true. 

-TBC-