TVD: there was a melancholy in her eyes

 

There was a melancholy in the golden eyes of the “Forsaken One”. A melancholy she carried over for centuries. She had forgotten her old name, after so long with no one calling her, how could she remember? Buried deep into her mind, wiped clean by the witches who came after, the one who was known by the chosen name “Asma Jensen” was only known as “The Forsaken One”, “the Traitorous Soul” or “the Hidden among us”. She became a legend among witches, a boogeymen for the children to fear past midnight. She was evil incarnate according to them. The one who destroyed her coven because she worked with the enemies. History only kept half of the truth, conveniently leaving the rest so she would only be remembered by her sin.

 

There was a melancholy in the golden eyes of the “Hidden among us”. She was only allowed the memories of her past, the feverish touch of lovers and the loving embrace of her family. She was only allowed the frustration of solitude and the heartbreaks caused by loss. Oh, loss... eternal life was an endless cycle of loss. She couldn’t get too close to people for the pain would be inevitable. If she got attached to them, she would lose them to time, murder or illness. If she got close to them, some would turn against her, hurt her, tug at the wrong strings. If she tried to mingle, she might even get attacked and the violence inside her would unleash. Oh, Asma was glorious when she was fully unleashed. Pain made her mean. Pain had her unleash at others. She took lives, from normal humans to supernatural creatures who came after her, all because despite everything, Asma wanted to live.

 

There was a melancholy in the golden eyes of Asma Jensen. The weight of solitude was breaking her shoulders. The desire for more was churning at her insides. She needed more. She could have both – at least, she wanted to believe she did-. She could learn to live again, this time with the company of people just like her. Klaus intrigued her. She had to admit it to herself. Klaus understood what she went through, perhaps far more than she wanted to admit. Klaus was interested in her -the person, the heart, the mind- and not in her power -although she considered that he was oblivious completely-. She craved him. His voice, his touch, the intensity in his eyes and the fire in his heart. She craved his company and couldn’t contain her smile, even when she tried so hard to keep it to herself.

 

The melancholy didn’t vanish, it couldn’t vanish and when nobody would look at her, her eyes would finally allow themselves to reveal the truth. Yet, she did notice that they were genuinely alive when Klaus was around and she decided to take things as they were He was far more than just a destructive creature and as hard as it was for Asma to compliment Elijah, he was right. There was more to Klaus than meet the eye and he was far more than just being a death machine. She could feel it, faintly so, but it was a beginning she really did enjoy his company, so what was so wrong about it?