Wolf Call ♔ Klena

2.1

'Wake up, love.' Came a gentle voice, coaxing the brown haired girl awake. Elena, slightly blinded by the morning sun, groaned, unsure of why she had decided to sleep at all. She could go without it, she knew that. The exhaustion must really have been bad.

When her eyes recovered and her vision focused, she saw Klaus above her, drawing a small gasp from her mouth. 'Klaus!' She hissed. 'You should be asleep!' Her voice was still hoarse from the long sleep but it didn't hide the worry behind her words.

'It's fine.' He assured, smiling gently. 'It seemed a night's sleep was all that was needed for the most part.' He lifted the corner of his shirt, revealing a rather large mark but definitely smaller than the one she had seen yesterday. She looked away, the blood still proving hurl-worthy despite having seen so much in her life. It, at least, drew a small laugh from Klaus. As per usual, the whole situation was comical to her. Pretty, little Elena, still scared of a bit of blood. She scowled, sending him her best glare. Not that it had much effect but to draw another loud laugh from him. He really did find Elena entertaining and she couldn't help but be happy that he was at least laughing. She had found that over the time she had been here, Klaus was beginning to open himself up a bit more. Well, not exactly. He was still shut off about nearly his entire life but his emotions were less masked, his face a lot more open. Laughs were becoming more and more common, as was Elena's happiness. The correlation was evident.

'Are you sure you're alright?' She reassured, looking up at him, her chocolate eyes wide and worried. He nodded, smiling gently, taking a lock of her hair and tucking it behind her ear.

'Of course, love. I would say if I wasn't.' Lie. Elena believed it anyway, if only for hopes that it was true.

'No pain at all?' She asked again, her eyebrows raising. A threat to tell the truth.

'My worst may be out of place but that won't be difficult to set back. It just aches a bit.' He stated, a flash of guilt in his eyes before he shrugged and walked off, rolling up the sleeves of his top to inspect it.

'Why the hell didn't you tell me that?' Elena hissed, standing quickly, her head reeling from the sudden position. She quickly rushed over to Klaus, ignoring the hiss of pain as she grabbed his wrist and pulled it towards her eyes for inspection.

A gasp. His wrist was dropped. Elena's frail fingers were shaking. 'That's not an injury. That's a hex.' She whispered, taking a small step back, her eyes drawing upwards to where Klaus was now carefully inspecting his wrist, his eyebrows furrowed and his mind spinning in circles.

'Klaus?' Elena spoke, peering around to try and take a look at his face. He turned, moving further out of her sight, his shoulders visibly moving up and down. With sudden precision, he turned, his teeth grinding together painfully.

'Those witches are as good as dead.' He spat, venom dripping from his words like a snakebite.

'Klaus, stop. This isn't the time to start threatening people. We need to sort this out first. We need to know what it does.' Elena's voice trembled as her fingers traced the mark on his arm. A circle of raised flesh and inside, the picture of a wolf. No doubt a clue. What it meant, though, was something that would only be revealed with time.

'The only thing we need to do is get rid of it.' He spoke with gritted teeth, his teeth scraping together painfully loud.

'Klaus, I know you're scared. Or angry. Or whatever you are when danger comes but you need to stop. Getting rid of it is a priority, yes, but as soon as we know what it does, we can learn how to get around it until we can get rid of it. You know how hard a hex is to vanquish.' Klaus nodded but no tension left his body as Elena released his arm and retrieved her bag from the floor.

'Let's just leave before whatever that is does whatever it is supposed to do.' Klaus' curt nod did nothing to Elena's fear of a rampage as they walked, side by side, out of the grotty motel and back into their, thankfully not stolen, car. Klaus immediately took his place in the driver's seat, his previous exhaustion seemingly gone but in his state, it didn't make Elena feel any safer in the passenger seat. She didn't argue, though, if only for the knowledge that it could end up in Klaus stalking off alone to deal with this by himself as he so often did.

'Where is this mystery final destination then?' Elena asked, sighing as Klaus slammed his foot on the pedal and began to speed down the highway. Klaus didn't answer her question, veering to the left instead, pulling off the highway and into a junction of much smaller roads.

Each block they passed seemed longer than the last, the squares dull and monotonous to watch even after five minutes. 'At least tell me how long it will take.' Elena sighed, looking over to Klaus with desperate eyes. She understood that he was in no mood to talk but she would at least like to know the length of time she would have to watch the dull plain for.

'An hour or two.' Klaus spoke, quickly and efficiently- like a general to his soldier. Elena nodded defeatedly, leaning her head against the window, enjoying the tingling vibrations of the glass against her forehead. She watched house after house pass, playing games within her own mind to entertain herself. She told stories of the people who lived in the houses, matched them together to create families and relationships. And when that neighbourhood passed, she would start on the next one before she could no longer tell them apart and the characters became more apparently similar.

'Are we nearly there?' Elena asked as Klaus turned once again. They must have passed through ten neighbourhoods by now and Elena didn't understand why Klaus hadn't just remained on the highway. Klaus' answer came as he pulled into a driveway of a rather normal sized house- at least in terms of the Mikaelsons.

Elena couldn't doubt its beauty, though. The ornate yet simple design drew her in like a moth to a light. She awed as Klaus paced ahead, unlocking the door with ease and stepping inside- not bothering to hold the door open for the poor girl behind him.

Elena, upon stepping inside, choked. Despite her current immortality, the thick layer of dust covering each and every surface in the home was enough to block her windpipes and incapacitate her. Well, at least her enemy might be weakened too.

She coughed, muttering something about cleaning the place before following Klaus into the kitchen, taking a cup of blood off him and swallowing down her disgust and taking a small swig before pushing the half-empty cup back at Klaus and leaving the room without so much of a goodbye.

It was going to be a long night. But, maybe, tomorrow would be better. Klaus would be calmer, more level-headed and finally, then, they could make a plan. Because surely this house was no final destination. They had many places to go.

And many witches to hunt.

word count: 1240

published: 21.06.17