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"WHY SO GLUM, KATERINA?" Klaus asked me when he saw the scowl that's etched on my face.
However, I bit back the retort on my tongue, not really in a mood to argue with him. My leg was still a bit numb with all the stabbing I did; I didn't want to hurt his fragile ego again. I had enough fun today.
I will irritate him tomorrow though. He will be on edge, preparing for the sacrifice that's two days from now. Sure, getting on his nerves at times like that would be the stupidest thing anyone could do, but...I personally think it just makes everything more interesting.
Besides, I am getting bored sitting ideally. Klaus, the grouchy-wannabe-Hybrid, didn't let me browse through Alaric's laptop or his phone. This is why I am soliciting entertainment from what I can get, even if my actions are reckless and life-threatening.
Klaus sure understood one thing about me, from our week's stay. Evidently, I am everything he didn't expect me to be. The Hybrid also reduced my torture sentence for 500 years. And, no, it's not because he was feeling merciful or anything. It's because; I am very annoying and grousing for the likes of him. I was rewarded with the title of 'teenage brat.' He doesn't want to deal with my complaining arse for any more than 500 years. I am pretty sure Klaus is tempted and is highly likely to end my life in a day or two if my attitude stays the same way.
"It's alright. You can speak your mind, Katerina. I am in a happy mood today," Klaus said once again, breaking me from my thoughts. And this time, I was tempted.
"You brought yourself some brand new clothes to go to some stupid highschool decade dance, in the body of a history teacher, whereas I whined for a whole two days, to get my hands on this boring dress. So, sorry if I am a little bitter, my lord," I said.
I knew it was a silly thing to fight for, but I couldn't help but resent him for making me beg for some clean blood-free clothes the past few days. Plus, I was getting bored.
Sue me.
"I personally think granting your request is more than generous of me. Also, you shouldn't really talk about the waiting game, considering, I only made you wait for two days, whereas I waited for five centuries because you decided to ran away," Klaus riposted.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his comment, "Are you still milking that?"
No matter the topic, it always comes back to the same thing the canon Katherine did 500 years ago. I get that, I have to tolerate the burdens and enemies of the previous Katherine if I am using her life and luxuries. But I am really getting tired every time someone brings up the stupid things she did.
"Yes, I am still milking that," Klaus snapped at me bitterly, and turned his back on me facing the full length.
As Klaus slipped on his retro suit, I couldn't help but think about the missing hole in my memory. Every time I reminisce about Klaus's family history, I can't think of who or what his father's role was. I remember the faces of Esther, Freya, Henrik, Finn, Kol, Elijah, Rebekah, and the bastard hybrid himself, but not their father. I even remember Dhalia, their bitchy aunt.
