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ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ sᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴛᴇʟ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ, ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. Klaus sighed, staring up to the ceiling, he couldn't sleep. A thought kept running through his head. What had Katerina done? Why did his daughter hate her so much? He sighed again. He turned, closing his eyes. Willing sleep to come. But it didn't. He reopened his eyes, growling. He threw the bedcover off his body. Reaching for his clothes before tugging them on. He exited his room, going towards the bench outside. He sat down. He ran a hand down his face.
Movement out of the corner of his eye, caught his attention. He lifted his head, watching as his daughter crept out of her own room. And crept towards the driver's side, he frown before getting to his feet. Eliza glanced from side to side, before creeping towards the lorry. She climbed in, and started it. Cursing slightly when the engine roared into life. At times like this, she cursed herself for choosing to be lazy.
She drove on to the road, totally unaware of Klaus - who was stowawaying in the back. Eliza pulled up in a layby oppositte a local museum she'd seen earlier. She gazed at the enterance sadly, she shouldn't, she really shouldn't. But she wanted to, despite the fact it would only hurt. She went towards it, with her father close behind. Luckily, the place was practally dead expect for a few bodies. She found herself in the Greek mythology area, in front of the tapestry of her son - of course it wasn't remotely correct. A single tear rolled down her cheek, fingers fiddled with the bracelet he'd made her.
Klaus observed his daughter, slowly approaching her, a worried but curious frown resting on his face "What's wrong love?" Eliza glanced at her father, before looking back at the tapestry. The thread and beaded bracelet in her hands caught his eyes, what meaning did it have?
"That day, in the werehouse," she turned her head to look at her father, who saw her to be broken as he once was, unshed tears in her eyes "you asked me why I hate Katherine so much." Klaus nodded, as she sniffled, forcing back a sob.
"You don't have to tell me now." He reassured "Only when, and if your ready to tell me."
Eliza smiled slightly, nodding her head "Yes, I am. You have a right to know." She sniffled "Long ago, I...fell for someone, and...I...bore him a son." Klaus's jaw fell, eyes broadened, shock hit him like a wave. He had a grandchild. "There are certain rules, that my son and his father have to follow. My son's lover died, and with Katherine's encouragement, he ventured to bring her back." Klaus' eyes filled with tears, as her voice cracked "And he was toren apart for his sacrilege."
"Katerina killed my grandson." Klaus whispered, causing her to nod.
"I and Dream warned, forbid him from descending into the underworld. But Katherine," she spat her mother's name like it was a foul tasting fruit "told him there were no dangers, what so ever. We lost him. I lost my child, my baby boy because of her! My own mother! How can a mother do that to another mother's child!!" She broke, tears streaming down her cheeks.
