legacies | tvdverse applyfic

000: pilot

Klaus hummed. For his friend's happiness, he would do anything. For Stefan was like family, and family was always to be taken care of. Even though, sometimes, he went about it all wrong. "As long as you know what you're doing, Stefan. Don't let an innocent life get caught in the crossfire." His pleas fell on deaf ears. The air seemed to shift around them. Once peaceful and still, it seemed to crackle now, the sweet perfume of Bonnie's beloved fresh flowers replaced with something foul, something that Klaus knew very well. The stench of death. He stood quickly as every single lightbulb in the compound exploded, every candle snuffed out by invisible fingers. A chill ran up his spine then, rigid and icy as the Arctic. "Something is coming", he hissed. "Take Faith and Bonnie to the bunker immediately." Barely a second passed by as he was moving past Stefan. "Calliope and Nesryn as well. See to it that Davina and Rebekah go along as well. They can both be quite stubborn."

He had had centuries to learn that. A woman who did not want to move would not be moved.

Stefan nodded, taking the now exhausted baby from the room in a blur. The only thing that proved he was ever there was the slight breeze that followed his exist. Klaus looked quite infuriated before he ever even reached the front door. The compound was his home, restored for his daughter, Faith, to have a happy and productive life. He lived there with his brothers, Elijah and Kol, their wives, Daphne and Davina, their daughters, Calliope and Nesryn. His daughter was never alone because of that. Calliope and Nesryn, they were always by her side. There would be no bond more unbreakable than theirs. For that, he was grateful. He could only pray that they all listened to Stefan. After all, Davina was so close to the birth of her second child, another daughter. Her death couldn't be on his hands, not when he'd promised that this time, he would be better. This time, he would protect them all. For Bonnie. For Faith. He would be better. He must.

They came in pale blue robes, hoods covering their faces in dark shadows. It was likely some form of enchantment. Even with his heightened senses, he saw nothing but shadow beneath those hoods. They moved so silently that their feet didn't even crunch upon the fresh snow. It was like the shadows themselves blanketed their feet. They were mere whispers if anything, the Court of Nightbound Creatures. Wisps danced around their feet, excited to predict someone's destiny. Or their death. They would lead you to treasure or to doom, these souls of unbaptized children. (Or at least that was what they were believed to be. Children deemed lost by some god or another.) The power to change one's fate, to predict the future, in the form of something so small, a ball of blue flames. The woman who led the group was as unimpressed with Klaus as he was with her, the top half of her face hidden in shadows, but her thin lipped scowl remained ever present. "We have come for the girl."

"If you think that you can get into this house, you are surely mistaken", Klaus answered flatly, his eyes flashing yellow in warning. "Leave. I won't ask you again."

"We are the authority of all supernatural creatures that roam the earth", the woman argued. "We have the right to intervene when something immoral occurs. There is no judgment higher than ours, do you understand?" Klaus rolled his eyes, leaning against the doorframe out of boredom. It was clear that he was over this conversation before it ever began. He felt that way about most conversations. "That child cannot be allowed to survive. It could kill us all."

Hearing his daughter be referred to as an 'it' irritated his soul. He clenched his fists, nails digging into the skin of his palms. The old Klaus would have slaughtered this woman right then and there. He took a deep breath. Remember what Bonnie said, he thought to himself, hearing his wife's voice in his ears. 'The rage you carry isn't something to be passed on to our daughter, Klaus. The rage your father carried isn't something that should have ever been passed on to you. You're better than that. You have to be better than that.' "You speak of morals, and yet your goal is to kill an innocent child. My innocent child."