Klasma: Let your pain out.

Klasma: Let your pain out. 

"I see you fancied a bath. I thought you wanted a quick shower, love."

"I decided against it because I need more time to think something over." She sighed and ran her hand through her wet locks. Her golden eyes stared at the hybrid that was standing at the bathroom door.  "Care to join me?" -She added with a wiggle of her brows-

"I would, but I have already showered this morning," he teased her. She pouted a little and shrugged her shoulders. "But I can keep you company if you want me to."

"I would love that. Maybe you could help me sort some things out." -He lifted a brow and walked into the bathroom. He leaned against the sink and crossed his arms above his chest-

He noticed her sudden change of behaviour. Nëela had been more distracted than usual. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but she was caught up in her feelings and was more guarded than usual. He was glad that she didn't resist him and admitted the truth about how she felt. This way, they could have the conversation that should have happened earlier. Klaus braced himself for what she was going to say.  He set his blue eyes on her frame, watched as she moved around her bath to be able to lean her arms on the bathtub and rest her chin on top of the back of her hands.

"I don't know why it came to my mind, but I thought about the times I have been discovered as a witch."

"How did you react when that happened?" -She shrugged and pinched her lips together-

"Usually... I would have to fight them and I would have to kill them."

"Usually? When was that not the case?"

Klaus could understand why she would have to kill those who discovered her true identity. Humans didn't take too kindly to the truth about supernatural creatures. Their reaction would always be to try to destroy what they feared. He experienced it himself, the sight of pure horror from humans who learned he was a hybrid. Their superstitious fears and misunderstanding of the supernatural world always led to death and destruction. However, what surprised him was that there were instances of her sparing the lives of those who knew her true nature.  He cocked his head to the side so he could have a good look at her.

"Once, I was discovered by a 5-year-old boy. I'm not a child-killer, so I cast a spell on him to make him forget what he had just seen. "

Understandable. While Klaus didn't distinguish between friends, foes, and innocent people when he was going on a rampage, he still wouldn't attack children when he was fully conscious of what he was doing. He assumed that his witch would feel the same, perhaps even better than he, since he couldn't fathom the idea that she might have gone on rampages herself. That was part of her that Nëela kept buried deep inside her. She refused to remember what happened when she went on a rampage. She refused to even acknowledge that she went on rampages. It was bound to happen after spending centuries on her own; the witch ought to lose her mind at least once. It lasted a while, enough for her to leave a trail of bodies behind her. Enough for her to become a boogyman, enough for her... to scar the country. She knew, deep down, that during that time, innocent people, including children, fell prey to her attacks. 

"Understandable. Merciful even." -he paused for a second- "And what was the other time you didn't kill the witness?"

"A 1500-year-old werewolf. He only goes by Julius, so I can only refer to him as Julius." She bit her bottom lip and looked up at Klaus' face- "We were in the sixties, and I needed a place to stay. I needed stability, but I was very wary of the people who wanted to get close to me.  I had a shop at the time, a bakery, because I didn't want to raise suspicion about being a witch. He walked into my shop and he told me point-blank that he knew I was a witch. He could smell it on me. That was how I knew he was also a supernatural creature. He... convinced me to join his pack, not as a werewolf, but as myself. He sold me a dream. A dream of a community, of a place I could call home, and he didn't seem to be affected by my curse.  I believed him. I believed his lies, and ultimately, I realized that it was all a lie."

"Did you and that Julius...."

"Have a relationship? No. It was never about it, at least not for me. I wanted a family, and I thought I had found one with him and his pack. I was mesmerized by that older being who experienced life as I had never known it. They all seemed to welcome me, and I really wanted to believe it. It worked for years until one day, I walked into a conversation I shouldn't have heard. He was talking to his right-hand man about me, and I heard the bitter truth. He didn't care about me. He cared about my power. He wanted to use me. He wanted me to fight his wars for him. He saw me as a weapon and not a person, and I think the worst of it all was that I heard how much I disgusted him. He despised me. I was wretched, a witch, and everyone followed his orders. They all wanted me dead, but I was so useful to them that they agreed to pretend they cared for me."

Klaus could smell it, the distinctive saline scent of unshed tears. It hit his nostrils like a truck, and he realized that the witch was about to cry. It hurt her something fierce, and her voice betrayed her emotions. he could see that she genuinely believed that Julius guy was a friend and that she had found her family, but it was all an act to lure her into doing their bidding. She was nothing but a pawn, much like Elijah thought of her.  He moved from the sink and knelt before the bathtub, so they could see eye to eye. The witch's lips trembled, and she ended up crying. He hated the sight of her tears. He hated the wet sound that came out of her lips. He hated to see her pain. So the hybrid cupped her cheeks with both hands and stroked her soft skin with his thumbs. She was still crying and bit back her sobs, but he softly shushed her. 

"Come on. Let it go."

"I don't want to.... I don't wa---" -She sobbed and he stroked her cheek more tenderly - "Klaus....."- She begged, scared of being unable to stop herself if she gave in to her tears.-

He had rarely seen her cry, but he knew that she needed to let go. He usually wouldn't have cared for tears, and in the past, he didn't care about hers. These days things were different. Klaus cared for the witch, and he wanted to help her. He knew that because of her curse, if she let herself completely feel it, she would be in excruciating pain. He understood her reluctance to dive into those emotions and feel the full extent of them, but it was necessary. She had to cry.  He pressed a soft kiss to her lips and then wrapped his powerful arms around her shoulders.  He would keep her in that tight embrace for as long as she wanted, regardless of how wet he ended up being. Regardless of what he would witness. She would suffer, but he would be there the whole time. That hug managed to help the witch feel safe because Klaus created a safe place for her -in the warmth of his arms and embrace-. With trembling lips, she whispered, "Please don't let go of me..." -To which he replied - "I don't intend to." Reassured about his presence in this room, Nëela finally allowed herself to give in to her pain. 

The sight was unsettling, to say the least. She cried an ugly cry with snot and all, held onto his shirt as hard as she could, and painfully said his name as pain was overwhelming her. He could feel the spasm of her body as it was shaking uncontrollably. He could feel the muscles tense, her fingers clench and unclench, and her heart race against her ribcage. He could feel the distress her body was in, far worse than what he had witnessed before. She wailed and groaned. She apologized to him for what he was witnessing. For her snot, for her blood, that came out of her nose, for her tears, and the spasms she couldn't control. It was so much... too much for her to handle, and while he tried to comfort her the best he could, he realized now the scope of her curse. He realized the pain she tried to drown with acts of service, alcohol, or even sex. He realized that she was trying to save face most of the time and that she was desperate for contact, for something good to balance out the bad. He held onto her, never thinking twice about releasing his hold on her shaking frame, not even after she passed out because of the pain. He simply cradled her head and planted kisses on her forehead until her shaking subsided and ended. Then, he moved her out of the bath, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around her frame before he grabbed another towel to dry most of her body. He took her to bed and sat on it, placed her body against his frame, and held onto her until she woke up. He didn't want to let go, and he wouldn't let go, not now, not ever. 

-TBC-

OC questionnaire IV: Neela edition

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often? That she can live on her own.

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’? She is friendly, but she won't call you her "friend" so easily.

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing? Nëela never hides the way she feels. There is no point in doing that. 

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about making it happen? No.

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’? She only uses it when she genuinely loves you. 

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive? Tough love. Tough love. She needs to be loved, but she also needs someone who can keep her head fresh. 

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity? That she can actually brew her own beer.

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific! When she is visited by her familiar and it gossips on the astral plane.

When do they fake a smile? How often? When she is hurt but doesn't want to give the satisfaction to those who hurt her. 

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them? She notices her eyes first.  Others would notice her ass. 

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)? Klaus Mikaelson.

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding? She would confront them, sometimes even violently. 

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen? She's a listener. Her need for contact turned her into one. She would rather listen to someone talk to her than hear silence.

What’s a phrase they say a lot? "By Hecate!"

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting? Neela is impulsive and has anger issues. 

Who would / do they believe without question? Klaus Mikaelson.

What’s their instinct in a fight/flight/freeze/fawn situation? She fights. She's been fighting for centuries now.

Klasma: not a care in the world

Not a care in the world, at least for the day. 

My prayers to Hecate were answered and she gave me clarity. 

I do not fear what's to come, I do however brace myself for it. 

But I want to live. I want to live. So I will fight tooth and nail for it.

Klasma: a weird comfort

Klasma: a weird comfort 

// I just wanted to explore how and why she feels comfortable and tormented about Klaus.

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"You're doing it again!"  

"You're choosing our enemies over your sisters!" 

"Traitor!"

"WHORE!"

"TRAITOR!!"

Mary couldn't sleep. The voices at the back of her head were way too loud for her to be able to rest that night. She sat on the bed, and her heavy curls fell on her shoulder blades. Her lips were trembling and her body was shaking. Pain awoke as anxiety and anger mixed together clung to her guts. Both hands held onto her ankles as her golden eyes, almost white for they were brighter than ever, stared at the wall in front of her. She screamed and ran her fingers through her hair, holding fists of luscious curls into her hands to prevent her from sobbing loudly. A failure. Tears were strolling down her cheeks. She couldn't do otherwise but express her anguish through screams, tears, and her powers breaking her furniture. The more she was upset, the worse her pain got so she tried to self-soothe and think about something more pleasant. Come-on!. come-on... what could you think about, Mary? Oh... yes... Klaus' warm body against hers. She imagined his arms wrapped around her shoulders. The sensation of safety slowly calmed her down and her breathing slowed down. The witch put her hands on her chest, still feeling how fast her heartbeats were but at least, the pain was subsiding a little bit. 

It was a situation she didn't understand. For centuries she tried to get her revenge on Klaus for slaughtering her family. She wanted to kill him and had thought of the many ways she could end his life. Anger suffocated her, the feeling of being unjustly punished for an act of kindness was rotting her soul like poison. Because of him, because of him, she lost everything! Because of Klaus, she met Elijah. Because of Klaus, she helped Elijah and ended up being cursed by her coven. Her supreme sacrifice of innocent lives ensures Mary's immortality. She sacrificed those innocent people's lives so she could curse Mary to eternity without love, without the sensation of belonging, and without companionship. She should have hated him. She did. She did but she gave up on it because she couldn't be miserable. Hatred led to nothing but misery. Hatred led to nothing but pain and after centuries spent losing people she tried to help and watching them die naturally took a toll on her. So she chose to do otherwise. 

She understood him instead. She understood why he was the creature he was. She understood his pain, his loneliness, and his longing for companionship. She understood that he wasn't in full control of himself. How could it be different when he was the first hybrid this world had ever known? He was something that shouldn't have been and left a trail of death and desolation while trying to figure himself out. He didn't even remember when he slaughtered her family or the people of that town. He didn't remember seeing her. Everything was a fog for such a long time that holding grudges against him would be dishonest. It was destructive. It was useless...So Mary decided to do things differently, to find a new path. She would try to help him and keep on helping others so her curse would not be in vain. She could turn it around, and make it something positive, in a way, she wanted to be there to help others. She didn't plan to fall in love with him. She didn't plan any of this but it happened and she felt guilt at the beginning. 

Could she fall in love with the creature that destroyed her life? Technically, did he? If she was being honest with herself, he had killed her loved ones. That was all he did. Elijah was the one who talked her into saving his family and made her a traitor to her own kind. She fell for him and she fell hard. She fell so hard that she felt his absence even harder than she expected to feel. She was missing him. She was missing their connection. She bonded with him in ways she never thought she could, far better than she ever connected to her coven. Klaus understood her. Klaus felt her. Klaus knew her. Yet the voices at the back of her head kept coming back, threatening her, menacing her, spitting at her because she still managed to betray them with the very creature they fought against. Could she still be called a witch? A witch without a coven? A witch in love with the hybrid? A cursed witch. A witch in love. 

-TBC-

Klasma: HOnour before all

"The nerve Elijah Mikaelson had to come to Mary and pretend nothing had changed between the two of them. He couldn't use his charm to force her to do his bidding. He couldn't pretend he cared when she knew the truth. Klaus had forced her eyes open so she could see the truth of everything. It was somehow, ironic, come to think of it. The Witch lost her family to Klaus' rampage and was rescued by Elijah. She felt indebted to him and decided to repay her debt by helping his family. Kol was the catalyst of her misfortune. Her coven learned the truth and punished her with a curse that granted her immortality but also ensured she wouldn't find a home anywhere she tried to.

The Mikaelsons became the reasons she lost everything, but strangely enough, they also became the reasons she became who she was. A powerful witch who used her life and powers to help others. A miserable life spent giving everything to others while suffering from the agonizing pain her curse gave her. A miserable life spent alone, thinking she fell in love with the Original while in truth, she was lonely and bored out of her mind. Loving the one trusted "friend" was the most natural thing to do. And for centuries he'd been in her life, turning her into his most prized asset and using her to help his family or past lovers. She was but a tool for him. She was nothing else, and Klaus helped her see it. 

The nerve in Elijah Mikaelson to come to her and demand things go back to how they once were.  The nerve in Elijah Mikaelson to think he could run over her heart and tear it apart once again for his own benefit, all while blaming his brother for destroying the "link" he had with her. But she was grateful to Klaus, grateful because he set her free and gave her something no one could: companionship."

Klasma: (TVD): Second encounter - Damon x Mary-

Klasma: (TVD): Second encounter - Damon x Mary-

// All the usual disclaimers

xxx

"Here you are, buttercup. I have been looking for you but you have a knack at eluding me."

Damon's voice sent a shiver down the witch's spine. She rolled her eyes and tilted her head to the side. Damon was relentless. Once he had an idea, he rarely gave up on it and she knew he wouldn't leave her alone. He noticed Klaus, and she suspected that Damon wanted to get revenge on the hybrid. It wouldn't be a surprise if it was the case. Klaus had hurt way too many people over the centuries and she eavesdropped on some of the conversations Elena and her gang had when shopping for medicine.  She took a deep breath and pinched the top of her nose. Damon felt he was annoying her, not that it bothered him, but he couldn't help but smile at how uneasy she was.

"Damon! I guess I can't really get rid of you." -He chuckled and sat right next to her stool.- "What is it that you want to know?"

"Klaus!" -He looked at the bartender and moved his head to let him know that he was ready to order.- "I want to know where Klaus is."

"I don't /know/!" -She growled and started to tap her fingers against the wooden table of the bar counter.- "Even if I knew, why would I tell you?"

"Why wouldn't you?  What does Klaus have on you that could make a witch, as powerful as you, protect him?"

"Why does it matter to you, Damon?" -She lifted her brow and grabbed her beer to take a sip- 

The vampire looked at her, his piercing blue eyes stared at her from head to toe. She was a gorgeous woman and that probably could explain the type of relationship Klaus had with her. He wasn't blind, he was still a male, of course, he would want to enjoy the beauty of this powerful witch. It would be way too simple, however, because Klaus was known to be self-serving. He wanted something else from her, perhaps her power. She managed to cloak herself from the likes of Damon, only forcing him to remove her glasses to notice they were special. She was good enough to hide her smell, to blend in with humans. He cleared his throat, ordered a glass of bourbon, and tilted his head in order to invade her personal space and make it more uncomfortable for her. 

"No matter what he said to you or promised you, Klaus is still a selfish little bastard. A vile psychopath who would hurt the people I care about like he did in the past."

"Spoken as if 1: I need anything from him and 2: as if you had not been a psychopath either." -It stung, and it made Damon growl lowly. He didn't like to be reminded of his past rampages. Damon, unlike his perfect brother Stefan, had plenty of dark episodes that always left a trail of dead bodies behind-

"Eh...I never said I was a good person." -He shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his drink- "However, you are putting up a great act around my friends. You pretend you're a good witch, that you want to take care of others. you give your pretty smiles and your caring advice. You pretend you are good but I can smell blood on you. I can smell death on you. So you are far from being innocent either."

"Survival turns you into a killer." -She said with a dry tone.- "I never wanted to take those lives, Damon. I never wanted to have red on my ledger... But trouble seems to love finding me. even now."

He lifted a brow and took another sip of his drink. Did she call him trouble? well, he certainly was trouble. He grinned at her and pointed his fingers at the old witch with such young and refined features. She had a point. She didn't take lives in an act of revenge or boredom. She did so in order to protect herself from people who went after her. At least, he could smell she was telling the truth. It made him furrow his brows even harder because he was wondering why she was close to Klaus if she didn't need his protection. She didn't need his power, she didn't need immortality since she was an old soul. So why was she with him then? She twirled some of her pink hair and chuckled softly. She could tell he was confused and not satisfied with her answers. Who could understand her anyway? who could understand the way she felt for the hybrid? 

"Well... I have always been a troublesome child. Since you hang out with Klaus, I now became your trouble." -He pointed his drink at her and put it on the counter.- "You seem like you are smart, and independent. You don't need Klaus to protect yourself and you don't need him at all. I was expecting you'd hate him like all your sisters." -She clenched her jaw and put her beer down on the counter. Damon really didn't want to leave her alone and she knew that if she didn't snap back at him, he would be relentless.-

"Why waste my time with hatred, Damon? I have lived long enough with it rotting away my soul and causing me pain. I decided to try something else for a change." -He chuckled-

"And your sisters approved?" -She shrugged and took another sip of her beer- "I don't see any coven here. It's unusual for witches. I guess they didn't approve." -That damn vampire was smart. She clenched her jaw and nipped at her bottom lip. She was upset and so was he. The tension was becoming palatable and she knew that if she didn't quickly defuse the situation-

"Tell me something, Damon Salvatore. How does it feel to always be second best?" -She smiled and ran her hand through her hair. It didn't please the vampire who  snarled at her and emptied his glass.- "I am mean, my bad. I just wanted you to know that I could bite if I wanted to."

"I clearly saw that." - Damon's jaw clenched as well and he  leaned back a little bit to have a good look at the witch- "You're unusual."

"I'm my own person, that's all." -She dryly replied.- "Look. I do not know where Klaus is. I am not looking for trouble because I already have my own enemies to face. Klaus is his own man, you are your own person. You will see it with him when you see him." -SHe closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. 

"I don't believe you, Mary. You are closer to him than you pretend to be. You smell like him. Your face lits up whenever you hear his name and I don't feel any disgust on your face when you say his name. So. My guess is... you two are sex buddies." -He noticed she furrowed her brows and the veins on her right-hand popped more. She was angry, which was the reaction Damon wanted to see. He had hit a nerve.-

"So what? you are the sex police now, Damon?" -She snarled at him and then shrugged- "I see what you are trying to do here. You want to rile me up. You want to make me spill the beans. You want to see if I can be leveraged against Klaus. Let me burst your bubble. I am not. Klaus doesn't care about me and would not hesitate to kill me if he saw it fit. Whatever business I have with him is mine and mine alone, so I suggest you stop coming at me because I have nothing for you."

"Au contraire, my dear Witch. You have plenty to say. You're just not willing to. I won't insist tonight but you haven't seen the last of me. I am still watching you and I will make sure you're not trying to harm my friends." 

Mary shrugged but grabbed her beer and lifted it to toast as if to indicate that the conversation was now over. Damon paid for his drink and stood back up. there was no point in having an argument right now, especially since she clearly could perform magic to levels he had not seen before and he didn't want to take the risk of having her lash out at him and perhaps kill the patrons of the bar. Instead, the vampire chose to exit the place, already thinking about the next time he would see her. She was intriguing and he still couldn't understand how and why she was protecting Klaus. A witch, the natural enemy of vampires, smelled Klaus all over herself. She'd fuck that son of a bitch and he couldn't explain how and why it happened. So he had to get to the bottom of it. She had to get rid of him and make sure that there would be no other interruption of her hard-earned peace. But who was she kidding? Mystic Falls was a supernatural hub. 

-TBC-

Klasma: Cat and Mouse

Klasma: Cat and Mouse

// Aren't they? This is just me musing about these two. :) 

xxxx

They played a game of cat and mouse. The cursed witch and the hybrid. Fate had them cross paths several times. Each and every one of these encounters was different. The first one was made of blood and tears for Klaus did slaughter her family. The second one was made with joy and warmth for they got to know each other, centuries later. She came to him with a different mindset. She wanted to give him a chance and see him for who he really was. It probably had something to do with experimenting some of that immortality. It changed her perspective on him and on his behavior centuries ago. That encounter helped them get close to each other but more importantly, it helped her realize just how much touch-deprived she had been. It helped Mary realize just how much she enjoyed his company and how devastated she would be when he would leave. 

And he did leave. Typical Klaus behavior. He was bound to come back to Mystic Falls and they said goodbyes. The first of perhaps many, but one that wasn't bitter as they usually always were. It hurt to watch him leave. The cursed witch couldn't even lie to herself at this point, she wanted the hybrid to return. She found herself thinking about him, about his smile, and about his chuckle. She wanted to talk to him, trade memories of the centuries they went through and the follies they experienced back then. He taught her a lot, in such a short amount of time spent with her, he taught her a lot about painting. She taught him something or two about singing since it was something she excelled at. the witch found herself thinking about their fingers entwined, and the wine they both shared at his porch, late at night. Mary was craving his company and the solitude she felt because he was absent was now impossible to ignore. 

They played a game of cat and mouse. She knew that they would meet again and perhaps, this third meeting would be different and positive. Could things really ever be positive? Could they be when she was always at risk of being discovered? Could they be when she could be found by literally any other supernatural creature? Could their reunion be happy, when he probably wouldn't be done being hunted down by enemies? This life she wanted with him, this life she was dreaming of might be the hardest life she's ever had. To her eyes, it wasn't as bad as the life she had before. What was worse than solitude and pain? What was worse, eh? Certainly not a life with Klaus. what did that mean anyway? A life with him? Life between two immortals? What did that mean? 

-TBC-

Witchy Hour: courted

 

Witchy Hour: courted

// I just wanted something cute between the two of them. 

Courted. Somehow, she could say that she was courting Klaus. Well, in true old-fashion, he would be the one to court her. She simply chose to shake things up with him, especially since she was the type to act on her feelings and desires. Mary was excited, she made arrangements and booked a table outside of Mystic Falls. They agreed he would be the one driving them to the restaurant but she would take care of everything else. Courting Klaus... It sounded like something extraordinary, and in a way it was. She took him on a date and she wanted to plan things accordingly so he could experience a good time.  it gave her butterflies in her belly and she wanted to treat him well. She couldn't keep herself from smiling to herself throughout the day. 

Her smile was noticed by Elena Gilbert, who, in good Elena, fashion liked to ask questions she noticed the change of mood and wanted to know the reasons that had the witch, smile. She grinned but didn't answer. How could she tell Elena the truth about Klaus? She didn't answer but shrugged and shook her head as she did not want to answer. however, that smile followed her until sunset, and she ended up thinking about an answer to the question she was asked: "Who made you smile and how do you think when you look at him?" the answer came naturally to her, and while sitting on her bed, she asked it out loud.

"When I look at Klaus, what I see is...what I think of when I look at him is how uncertain I am when it comes to him.  I hate not knowing. I hate not being able to plan things out. I hate surprises, yet he surprised me. I didn't expect to fall for him. it's a certainty, a fucking certainty and I am trying really hard to sort things out. He came into my life like a fucking wrecking ball and I love him for this. for shaking things up. for changing my life. I love him for this... for not being like the others. for being himself. I am studying his features. I am noticing the little crease on his forehead when he's not happy. the way his face turns into vampire mode when he's starting to get irritated. his tenderness when we're together in bed. his soft voice when he's serenading me. I can see it all, the desire to get close to me and the fear of ruining everything and breaking me. my heart that is. oh, he will break my heart and I presume that I will break his. A witch and the Hybrid, what was I thinking falling in love with him like that?  When I look at him, I think about his fangs sinking into the flesh of my neck. of him drinking my blood and turning me on. of us having sex... and maybe fucking if the mood is a little more hardcore. I am comfortable with him. He is my kin after all. we understand each other. we do fucking understand each other.  I think about him calling me, "Love". it's the first time someone is so kind towards me, calling me pet names. I think about... I think about protecting him from the witches that are hunting me down. I can't... I can't have him hurt because of me. I can't....so I think about it. and I think about when we will part ways...and just how badly I don't want us to part ways...I won't handle it very well, I think. not when I am so used to touching him, talking to him, loving him. Oh, fuck!!"

She said it. She fell in love with Klaus. and it wasn't just a matter of sex and conversation. it was a nice connection they had and she knew that it could go either way...Maybe she would realize that it wasn't true love or it wasn't that deep. Maybe she would see that he was her promised lover and they were genuinely in love... well, she was genuinely in love with him. The truth of it was that he had nothing to do with Elijah and the love she thought she had for the eldest Mikaelson wasn't actually love. it was despair. it was solitude. it was a need for connection so intense that she mistook it for Love. With Klaus, there was something different. there was something deep. a true connection and maybe that was something she was wishing could happen. she was excited and nothing that night could have turned her smile upside down. 

-TBC-

Witchy hour: Maelström

(Witchy hour) 

"Leave! Run away! You don't belong here! There's nothing you can do that would change the curse cast upon you. You aren't to be loved nor accepted by neither Men, Lycans, Vampires or Witches. We loathe you! We hate you! We will destroy you. now Leave! Run! There's no death for you because we give you eternal life! There's no love for you, for you are a monster, a freak, a beast to be slayed."

Oh it hurt. Oh it hurt so much. For centuries she hid and ran away. She faced their hatred. She had to become stronger and she managed to just do it over time. Aasma was ruthless, knowledgeable and powerful but no matter the amount of spells she could cast, her heart was empty. Her heart was in pain. 

She had cursed her situation, cursed the supreme who punished her for helping Elijah Mikaelson. She never regretted her choice to help. Witches helped. They saved lives. She even owed her own life to Elijah and decided to repay his kindness with a gesture on her part. She had cursed the fact she was forced to endure pain endlessly because of a kind act. What was the point? Did she deserve it?  Perhaps. 

The witch tried to protect her heart as much as she could. She tried to keep it safe from feelings, pretended she felt nothing when her heart was bleeding.. She couldn't keep her distance from others. It didn't matter if they were witches, werewolves, humans or vampires. She would help everyone just the same but would not get attached. She would reign in her anger. She would hold back her true feelings and she would watch all those souls crossing her path. She would witness their lives unfold, relationships they would have, make-ups, breaks-ups, families even and she would look at herself and her own miserable life. 

She was miserable. That was the truth. 

She was misunderstood. That was the truth.

She was lonely. Oh... how true was that statement? 

She noticed him sitting on a barstool. Drinking alone. 

And she decided to go to him, to seek his company, to bond.

And bond they did. 

And care, she did. 

She cared for him, knowing full well that he would hurt her.

She cared for him, knowing full well that she would hurt him.

She realized that she meant no more than a tool for Elijah

and she realized she could not mean more for anyone. 

And it felt unfair. 

Oh it was unfair... 

But a curse was a curse and nothing could come against it.

She couldn't cure herself unless maybe she knew true love.

But how could a beast like him love a beast like her? 

How could she give him what he needs, when he didn't open up?

How could he give her what she needs, when he can't be stable?

When he would take the first opportunity to tear her heart apart?

When he would loath himself so much he wouldn't let her in? 

When he would comfirm all of her self-doubt, self-hatred? 

When she would awake his deeply buried fear of being left behind?

Because he would say something he shouldn't have,

Because she would do something she shouldn't do,

Because they were two miserable souls unable to be loved.

Because she was afraid of it actually working...

How do you deal when someone actually cares for you? 

How do you deal when the song is a different one? 

How do you sing to it? 

How do you dance to it? 

How do you recognize it? 

She didn't know. She didn't think of it all.

What she thought of, however, was that she cared for him.

She wanted him to be alright, she wanted him to know he mattered

She wanted him to know he was more than the "Original"

He was more than a beast, more than a man, more than a vampire

He was Klaus...He was all...He was everything

And she understood...

Oh, she understood. 

TVD : Antagonistic behaviour (Klaus/Asma)

A/N: All usual disclaimers. Just very much enjoying this little banter between the two of them. Klaus and Witch!Asma doesn't get along very well. She hates and fears him but has a lot of respect for Elijah and because they share a common past, he's a little ambiguous as for whether or not he actually cares about her. Usually and for the past 800 years, Elijah visited her and it's the first time Klaus ever showed up. (not the first encounter though)

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She was careful enough not to grant him permission to get into her shop. He wouldn't go near them and she would delightfully spit mean-spirited words at his face just to see him get more impatient or more frustrated. He came to her in a hurry and she only tolerated his presence because he said that Elijah needed her help. He was cursed, along with Rebekah and Klaus was determined to save his siblings from utter destruction. Of course, Kol was busy protecting his siblings while Klaus traveled to Mystic Falls to find the witch. He hadn't forgotten about her, how could he? She saved him some 800 years ago from a wound and a curse that would have been fatal back then and he knew that this little gesture caused her to be cast out of her coven and cursed to an eternal life. Her hair and eyes changed due to the curse but she seemed to be just fine. Not a wrinkle on her face, not a change in her scent, nothing was different except for the murderous look she gave him.

« This is ridiculous love, perhaps you should reconsider your policies and let me in. »

« Let /you/ in? So you could be brutal towards me like last time? No thanks. I refuse. »

She was waltzing around her shop, picking an ingredient here and there so she could make her potion. Her grimoire was open on the page of the sleeping curse cast by the New-Orleans witches. Asma's magic was powerful, especially in defense and healing based spells but the only problem was that more than 800 years ago, she was banned from entering New-Orleans because she helped the Michaelsons. How could she refuse when Elijah saved her life and avenged the life of the slaves inhabiting the house including her own parents. She had a debt towards the original which she paid when he asked her to help his brother from a curse. It cost her a lot and if it wasn't for Elijah visiting her over the last 800 years and saving her life occasionally, she would have been dead or worse, she would have been alone.

« It is not in my best interest to hurt you witch. »

« The witch has a name. If you came here to disrespect me, then you can leave Klaus. I'm not in the mood for petty games. »

« Oh, I see. You're only helping me because Elijah is in danger. » He stated, curbing a brow at her. She stopped moving and put her hand on the grimoire to take a look at the next ingredient she should add.

« Look at that! Something smart finally comes out of your mouth. » Asma snickered. « I am indeed helping your family only because Elijah is in danger and he is my friend. »

« Your friend? He is using your love. He always has because he places his family before anything else. If he truly valued you, then he would have visited you more often but he hasn't, has he? » Klaus sneered at his own reply. Of course, he was telling a lie or more precisely he wanted to believe that Elijah couldn't possibly acquaint himself to a witch. They all wanted him dead and would curse him until the end of times if they could. This one, however, seemed to get his brother's attention and affection and give how much of a recluse life she was living, Klaus was starting to wonder why Elijah had some affection towards the witch. She furrowed her brows at him and growled lowly.

« He is NOT using me! He is asking for favors and I grant them to him because I care. All the time we spent seeing each other, I could only keep thinking that Elijah would have had a better life if it wasn't for you. Every time he comes here it is to FIX one of your fucking mistakes. » She said as she walked towards the front door, visibly angry to the point of making the shop shake. Klaus knew that she was saying the truth. Elijah gave up a decent life to protect Klaus from everything that happened to him. Between betrayals, loss of minds, curses and excruciating pain the life of the Michaelson only centered around the Hybrid. He pursed his lips at the tiny witch and looked down to her.

« I could rip your throat the minute you leave this place. I could... I could make you suffer a fate worse than death if I wanted to. You know nothing about my family or me to dare speak in such a manner. » She came closer to him, sending shivers down his spine to both her boldness and her intoxicating scent he couldn't help but smell. She was afraid, her shivering betrayed it and her heartbeats as well, but she was defiant and it took him back.

« You could indeed, but you won't because you still need me. Besides, if we are being very honest for a minute here, Klaus.. you are the one who owes me your life, not Elijah. So you might want to change your tone when you address me. » Her golden orbs glowed brightly as she spoke, dangerously even, to the point of Klaus taking a step back and lifting one eyebrow in surprise. He hadn't seen it coming. Her fighting back and being fierce while doing it.

« Feisty...I understand why my brother was attached to you now. »

« No, you don't. You don't know me Klaus and you don't know all I had to go through because of you. I spoke about Elijah not living a life, but I was cursed because I helped /you/. My immortality and those features » she said pointing at her head. « I owe them to you. You said you could punish me of a fate worse than death but I don't think you can understand the pain I experienced. The pain I still experience and the fact I would forever experience it because mankind hasn't changed. Wherever I go, there would always be people looking at me as if I was either a prize to possess or less than an animal. Wherever I go, I would be hunted down because of my magic or used in ways you wouldn't believe. I love this place. It's /QUIET/, it's /WARM/ and I can finally maybe, a dream of having a life! Your brother came to me last time and commanded me to actually move on and have a life and I followed his advice. He cares about me in ways you won't understand and I care about him. Heck, I even fell in love with him and because of those feelings, I will save him. I will SAVE him and your sister and you would make sure you don't get yourself into fucking trouble!  UNDERSTOOD ?? »

She lashed out at him, blinded by rage at the idea that her kind Elijah had to suffer from his little brother's incompetence at life. She knew that the moment she would step out of her house, Klaus could torture her and make her regret saying those words to him, but Asma didn't care. She was worried about her friend and upset that she had to deal with a man who caused her so much pain. Her slender fingers rubbed her neck and she pursed her lips to prevent herself from crying. He chuckled at her after a while and nodded quietly.

« You surely do have a temper Asma. Fair enough. Tonight isn't your night but I will come visit until I'm sure you have the antidote or a spell that could undo the curse on my siblings. Until then, I bid you farewell and wish you a good night. » He said, giving her one of his infamous smiles before she slammed the door on his nose and fell on the ground. All the pressure that built up rapidly fell and she started to cry. What if her magic wasn't enough? New-Orleans witches were mighty powerful when banded together and since she was cast out, she didn't have access to the ancestors to help her. But she had to try, maybe the spell wasn't that powerful. She had to try.

(TBC)

TVD: I want to live

Dear Diary,

I never thought I could start over again. My memories were stuck 800 years ago where the only thing my people could call a life was breathing. I never ceased to look past my shoulder anxiously expecting my past to catch me back. It never did, at least, not yet.

I spent centuries locked up in my ivory tower, looking at life slipping through my fingers as I cursed my curse. They punished me for helping the one who rescued me so many years ago and banished me from my coven for showing mercy and having a heart. How could you recover from this?

Funny isn't it, that the best advice I received came from the only friend I had. When I finally confronted him about our relationship only existing when he needed me and he advised me to go and see the world. The sound advice he gave me, I met Willa. A sweet girl with a mystery cloud above her head.She had the warmest smiles of all, I remember how captivating talking to her was, even if we only were talking about sweet nothings. It was the first real attempt at befriending someone I had. I also met several people at my shop, a young witch named Bonnie, her best friend Elena and the two infamous Salvatore Brothers. One, in particular, struck me: Damon.

We just had a drink, or more precisely, he drank and I sat in front of him. I felt his thirst but more importantly, I felt his pain. I don't know why I felt attracted to him, not the way you think. I mean, I don't think it was the tingle of desire. It couldn't be so soon after Elijah rejected me anyway, despite Damon having the best and brightest blue eyes I've ever seen. I would concede this. I wanted to soothe him. That's why I am. I try to fix people, soothe their pain, that's what I'm here for. That's the basis of my relationship with Elijah too. Well, okay it's more complicated than that with Elijah...

I read the books, that sometimes you are so deep in denial that you would try to fix on others what you should be fixing about you. I hurt. I'm scared. I'm worried. I'm alone. I'm a mess that's for sure. I'm pessimistic about humanity, I don't trust vampires or werewolves except for Elijah and only because I owe him my life. I don't....live.

I survive. I've been surviving those past centuries but I want more than that. I saw Damon's pain on that night and Willa's too. I want to help them feel better. I want to mend their broken hearts. I want to fix them because I can't fix myself but I want to help.

I want to live.

TVD!Asma: a brand new world

Asma Jensen (TVD): A brand new world

A/N

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« Why are you doing this to me? I did nothing! I did nothing! »

Echoes of the past, screams, and tears. As she brewed the potion for Freyja, the white witch couldn't help but question her relationship with the Original. He saved her 800 years ago, from her master's brutality. A day which should have been horrific for her turned into celebration and freedom. Elijah and his siblings came into the plantation and slaughtered every master they could find. She would never forget the day she met the brunet. Her master was above her, ready to rip apart her clothes when he was beheaded with one swift motion of Elijah's hand and she was splattered with blood. Her terrified gaze set upon the man who simply left after he tossed around a handkerchief for her to use. She asked for his name, in a trembling voice and he gave it to her in exchange of hers. At this time, she didn't see him or his siblings kill the other masters or kill some of the slaves who witnessed their deaths. She didn't know they were vampires and truly believed they were gentlemen who simply righted the wrongs.

They met again, several years later when she grew up into a powerful white witch. Her coven was well hidden and extremely protective of one another. Always on the move until they would reach the kinder North where they would start all over again. It could have just seen it. The story of a witch who was saved by a vampire and who grew old and died. Unfortunately, life took a different turn. Elijah came back into her life, discovered she was a witch, almost accidentally since they were both in the same place. Once he was sure she indeed, was a witch, he came to her when Klaus found himself into another predicament and asked for her help. It was a shocker for the young woman who discovered that her savior was her sworn enemy. A vampire. Yet, she didn't hesitate and performed a counter-spell on Klaus that saved his life. A witch of her coven saw the whole scene and reported her to their supreme, who in turn punished the young Oya to eternal life.

« Since you love those freaks so much Oya, you're going to live like one. You would be cursed with eternal life, unable to bond with anyone in fear of watching them perish in front of you. You would never be loved. You would forever be alone! »

And she cursed her. Her hair turned pink, her chestnut eyes were now golden.. she was forever marked by the curse and couldn't hide, at least not at the very beginning. She had to be distant from other people, had to refrain from helping others and expose her witchcraft and spent very lonely centuries. Elijah was the only company she had and even his visits were very occasional. He always came to her because he needed her help. It always was a sibling or himself but she accepted it. She felt compelled to, because he did save her life and because she was meant to help others with her gifts. So today, when Elijah came to her because he needed a potion for his sister, she didn't complain. But she started to resent him.

Elijah walked around her shop as he always did. He enjoyed the way she organized the place. It was tidy, neat and it smelled good. She followed him with her golden orbs, allowing herself to remove her sunglasses when he was around because he knew her. She wanted to say something, ask him why he only came to her when he needed her help and not because he wanted to see her? She wanted to ask him how come she knew about his life, every single bit of it but he didn't ask about hers? She wanted to ask him what she meant for him but then realized it would be stupid to ask because she knew the answer. She came in handy. She owed him. She allowed him to have this relationship with her so she should put all the blame on herself, to begin with. He looked at her for a brief moment and smiled. Her knees became weak and she had to hold onto her table not to fall.

Her heart was knocking against her ribcage as she couldn't help but think he was quite attractive. Parts of her wished that he did came to her because he wanted to see her and see how she was doing, but in this age and year, she realized that it wasn't the case. Besides, as the two of them small talked, he mentioned yet again, Hayley. She noticed it in the way he said her name and the way his eyes gleamed that this Hayley had to be very special to him. It achieved to break her heart. Asma, as she called herself now was certain he probably heard the sound but wouldn't understand what that meant since they never talked about their relationship.

« The potion is almost ready. » She informed him until she took a deep breath and looked around for a trinket to rely on so she wouldn't feel as pathetic as she felt right now.

« Thank you, Oya. You're always so helpful and thoughtful. »

« It's... Asma now. Oya is dead Elijah. Dead from the very day I was cursed. » She mentioned to him with bitterness in her voice. He heard it well, and it did make him feel guilty. That was the reason he always came to her for help, so he could keep an eye on her and make sure she didn't need anything and always she seemed to be well-off by herself. He lacked sensitivity to actually realize that she needed his company but not enough so he didn't see that he would have to play along and comfort her to keep her from turning against him and his family. He walked towards the witch and gently put a hand over hers.

« Asma, I apologize. I should have known better. » She looked up to him, to his tall frame and his glorious jaw. Her breathing became more labored and she chewed at her bottom lip.

« It must come in handy for you, that I am immortal. So you could have some white witch at your disposal for a quick potion, a difficult spell ?. » She sneered at him before she looked away from his face. « Look... Elijah, I'm just saying.... you could come over more often. I could really use some company. After all these centuries, I think I have deserved to spend some more time with you don't you think? »

« I wish I could stay longer, but always I do have an important matter to deal with. I am keeping in touch with you and have someone around to watch upon you. »

« I can handle myself very well Elijah. I am a witch, remember? I am not looking for protection. I am looking for....companionship. » She managed to say and yet still wasn't able to tell him how she truly felt for him. What was the point? He was smitten over that Hayley and if it wasn't Hayley it would be someone else like it used to be Katherine. He held her hands tighter and gave her one of his secret smiles. One that never failed to make her swoon.

« I promise, I'll be back as soon as possible and we could talk. Besides, if you're looking for companionship, I can certainly advise you to go out there and make friends. You can't spend your eternal life on your own. »

« I survived 800 years already. » She lost hope. At this point, he was basically telling her to see somewhere else for companionship. He meant well, she knew it, but it stung really hard that he'd rather have her meet other people than spending time with her. She faked a smile. « I can survive eternity on my own as long as nobody's troubling me. » Bullshit! She couldn't. Not anymore. 800 years were too much already and she cruelly needed companions. He knew that after having spied on her for so long so he simply smiled and kissed the top of her head, as he always did when she was grumpy.

« No. You can't. » She didn't move and simply glanced at her cauldron.

« It's ready. Let me put it in a bottle for you. » She said, fumbling around until she found the empty potion bottle she used to store her potion. « There. Freyja should not worry anymore, in a matter of hours she'll be back onto her feet. If she ever needs to learn new defensive spells, she can knock on my door anytime. » Her voice was heavy and he noticed but he simply smiled at her, took the potion and waved his goodbyes. She watched him leave her shop and closed behind him.

They had that complicated relationship she was perfectly aware of. One where she felt grateful he saved her life and he felt grateful she saved Klaus. He watched her, she always knew that, but he said it again as if to reassure her that he didn't just use her abilities to extricate himself or a loved one from a complicated situation. She watched him, by helping him with her spells and yes, they had small talks everytime he found her so they knew where each other were at with life but it ended there. It couldn't grow into anything else and she knew that.

Asma craved companionship, she craved to talk to others, have friends. Yes, Bonnie and Elena often came to her shop so Bonnie could be taught a few things about white magic and both could receive emergency help. But Bonnie was a fellow witch who didn't know the whole story and was busy helping vampires. Damon was handsome, really tortured more than her and there was the issue, or so they thought. He needed stability in his life, he needed a woman who would not be afraid to do crazy things and talk to him straight in the eye when he was straying away. Elena was that for her. Elena was different from Asma because she had friends, she had a life. Asma was still afraid to walk around and make contact because of her immortality. She already lost her family, her friends and even worse, her coven, some 800 years ago because she helped a vampire. So, if she couldn't help Damon why would she be around him? If she couldn't help Stefan how could she be around him? Or maybe she believed she couldn't help them because she never met them.

He urged her to trust herself and go out there, meet people, allow herself to become more than the scared little soul in her boutique. It was a sound advice he gave her and maybe the first step she would make to move on as well. She wanted to experience life, find love, feel safe and laugh and cry and love.. she wanted all of that and she was ready to get it. The pink haired witch grabbed her green bomber jacket and wrapped it around her long white summer dress. She would go out there and let fate decide for her!

(TBC)