Klasma: confrontation with Marcel

 "I have to ask, Klaus. What is it that you see in her?"

"It is none of your business what I am doing with my witch, Marcel."

Marcel could not help but smile at Klaus's claims. He was aware of how sensitive the hybrid was when it came to his private matters. If he didn't care, he would have shrugged off Marcel's question and would have answered it with a sneer.  To dismiss this question so easily and with such an annoyed face betrayed how important the witch was for the hybrid. Marcel stroked his chin before he shrugged his shoulders, in an attempt to conceal his own emotions. Deep down, he could understand Klaus because he also had a witch he cared about -Davina- and he did his best to hide her from the rest of the world. He was well aware of how much danger she would be in, should her existence be known by both vampires and witches. She would be branded a traitor by her kind because she helped Marcel, and vampires would want to kill her on the spot because she was a witch. At first, Marcel was using the girl for his own selfish gains, but he genuinely grew to love her as his own daughter. 

" I see. Well, I will not dig deeper into your entanglement with your beloved witch."

"Watch. Your. Tongue!" - Klaus's voice became deeper, and he flashed his fangs at Marcel-

Klaus categorically refused to talk about Neela. He refused to dig deeper into his thoughts because that meant he would have to put a label on the relationship he had with her. He refused to start because deep down, if he did, the hybrid knew he would completely fall for her. He would be so deeply in love with the witch that she could manipulate him like putty in her hands. He would become reckless and restless as he would do his best to protect her. He refused it because if he welcomed it, he would expose himself to heartbreak. What if she pushed him away after making him believe that he could be loved as he was? What if she died because he could not protect her? Neela was powerful, and she did not need his help to protect herself, but Klaus could not shake off the desire to protect his mate...No! to protect the witch.  Klaus groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

He could not be vulnerable, no! He could not be yet, Klaus felt his heartbeat go faster upon thinking about her. He saw her face and the toothy grin she sported whenever he crossed her gaze. He saw her golden eyes glow with delight and warmth when she saw him. He wanted to see her, and he wanted to hug her, or smell her, or.. Wait? Was he smitten over? Yes! No! Was he...Marcel was observing the hybrid and his subtle reactions. He really was into that witch; regardless of what he was claiming, it was written all over his face. Could it be? Could Klaus really allow himself to feel again? He had not seen him like this in centuries, and that made him wonder who that witch was and what she did to make the fearsome hybrid fall for her.  He cleared his throat and spoke in a calm voice.

" I know that this is none of my business; however, I need to know if she will become a threat to our kind."

"You speak as if I would willingly bring someone who could destroy us. Marcel, I am disappointed in your lack of faith in me.  She is powerful, yes, but it is much better to keep her at a close range and make a friend out of her rather than a foe, don't you think?"

"This is wise, indeed." -he gritted his teeth- "I will keep an eye on her. It would be best if she did not become an enemy. It would be a pity to have to kill such a beautiful woman."

"Yes... A pity indeed. Are you done questioning me, Marcel?"

The vampire raised both arms up and took several steps back. His usual white grin graced his features, and he left the room. He already knew that he could not push the topic on Klaus and would not have the answers he wanted. However, by not saying anything, Klaus revealed that he cared for the witch far more than he should have.  He was willing to keep that information to himself and use it when an opportunity would arise. Klaus realized, maybe too late now, that he really gave away the one thing he was desperate to keep between the folds of his tortured mind. He actually cared for someone who wasn't a Mikaelson. 

-TBC-