Enigmatic Fears: A Klaus Mikaelson Story {7}

Chapter 9: My Star To Chase

"It must have been so lonely, keeping your life a secret all this time." He murmured sympathetically.

"GRACE MARCELLINE MIKAELSON, YOU ARE IN FOR A WORLD OF HELL!" Her mother yelled up the stairs.

"GRACE!" Her father called too and the tribrid knew she was dead, but if Roman were here still, he'd be dead too.

"You have to go." Grace told him and when the vampire didn't move, she knew she had to increase the urgency of her words as she got to her feet. "He will literally wear your spine as a necklace, and he is the lesser of the two evils! Get out!"

The vampire dashed out to her relief, only for that relief to be replaced by the darkened glares of her parents.

"Please tell me it isn't true." Klaus began, his defiant daughter standing up to him with ease. "What have you done to Hayley?"

"Let's not pretend like you don't already know." Grace replied before flopping onto the couch. "So hit me with your best shot."

"Do you have any idea what you've done?" Klaus asked her angrily.

"I knew it would take something big to bring you home." She told him with a shrug.

"So you had your little hybrid friend attack Hayley?" He continued. Grace was doing her best to focus on him and not her mother, who was yet to voice her anger.

"Henry just did the heavy lifting." She explained. "And attack is a really strong word. Aunt Hayley is completely fine. She's just...sleeping. In a really nice coffin. I cloaked her in sleeping spell I wrote myself."

"Oh, well in that case, I've never been prouder." Her parents said in unison.

"It's cute when you do that, it almost makes me forget we're estranged." Grace said with a roll of her eyes that sent her mother into full gear.

"Do not try and put the two of us on trial, because we aren't the ones that kidnapped someone who has done nothing but take care of us!" Fiore snapped.

"Well I was gonna do it to you, but a hybrid is much easier to take down than an Enigma is." Grace muttered.

Fiore looked at her in disappointment, before just sitting down in dismay, shaking her head at the daughter she had once praised on a daily basis.

"Do you not see the stress you are causing your mother?" Klaus asked his daughter how mere scoffed at his hypocrisy.

"Me? I'm causing her stress?" Grace asked angrily. "What about the guy she's in love with going from being her fairy-tale husband to a stranger in an instant?"

Klaus shifted awkwardly before regaining his composure and remembering their situation. "This is not about me right now."

"Yes, it is!" Grace yelled. "This is all about you, Dad! This is all because you are more than happy to love someone and then disappear. She told me the story of when she first knew she was in love with you."

Her father looked back at her in horror as Fiore began to shake her head, knowing that Grace didn't need to know how that story ended.

"She told you that story?" He asked nervously and she nodded in response. "Grace, I treated your mother badly, but I don't want you to think I'm like that."

"Just because you didn't kiss her?" Grace asked in confusion.

"She didn't tell you the full thing." He murmured.

"She said you wouldn't want her to." Grace said quietly.

"Yes, because it is none of your business!" Fiore snapped. "I didn't tell you because I don't think that is a story that concerns her."

"You hurt her, didn't you?" Grace asked her father. "Tell me how the story ends."

"No." Fiore told her, but Klaus nodded his head.

"If you want to know the truth, I'll tell you the truth."

They had all gone home but Klaus had been unable to sleep that night, tossing and turning as he thought of his inability to be with Fiore, whom he wanted more than he'd ever thought possible. He knew he would never be worthy of her and even if he was, there were many factors working against him, so he figured to get over her, he would fall for someone different.

Tatia.

Tatia's feelings for Elijah were obvious which meant that even still he was at a disadvantage but seeing as he couldn't care less whether or not Tatia loved him, he decided to try his luck.

That same night he decided to go after her and visited her in her home. She seemed surprised to see him, but nonetheless he was invited in. She wasn't difficult to talk to and was pretty enough to look at but there was no connection between them.

"Why are you here Niklaus?" Tatia asked him. "Your feelings for me are clearly non-existent."

"I'm acting with haste." He told her.

He leaned in to kiss her only for Fiore to walk in. She looked at the two of them with a mixture of mortification and pain and more than anything Klaus wanted to take the feeling away from her.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to intrude." She said, clearly shocked by the two of them. "I left my flint here."

She quickly picked it up and scampered out of Tatia's home and Klaus knew he had made a grave mistake. He got to his feet and dashed after her, unsure of what to expect.

"Fiore—"

"It's fine Nik, you love Tatia." Fiore said with a shrug. "She is a lucky woman."

"I don't love her." He told her. "I only just met her."

"I fell in love with you the moment I met you." Fiore replied, an air of nonchalance surrounding her, despite the heavy weight of her words.

"You love me?" He asked in surprise.

"Of course, I do." She said with a wry chuckle.

"Fiore, I meant what I said before." Klaus told her. "You are perfection. And every man here wants to be yours and that fact that you want me...but Kol. I am not worthy of you, no one is, and I could never make you happy the way Kol could. And to take you away from my brother—I can't. Fiore, you are not my star to chase."

"I am not anybody's anything." Fiore snapped. "I'm not yours, neither am I Kol's. And I not in need of your comforting. Be with Tatia if it makes you happy."

She gave him a kiss on the cheek and wiped away the tears he was unaware he had shed before walking away from him.

"Did you love her?" Grace asked in shock.

"Yes."

"But you hurt her."

"I didn't mean to." He answered forlornly. "That is the answer to your question. Your mother managed to convince herself that this love of hers existed, this Nik, but he is a fairy-tale and those do not exist. I am Klaus Mikaelson and Fiore only just realised who that is."

"Enough of this idiocy, Grace, where is she?" Fiore demanded.

"He's just gonna disappear again if I tell you." Grace snapped.

"You are in danger when we are in proximity, I know you feel that!" Klaus fired back at her.

The flowers on the table began to wilt and her parents sighed in unison knowing that the two were the cause. Fiore groaned when she noticed a snake slinking its way out of the pot, glaring as she picked it up.

"Well," She said as it slid up her arm. "You always said you wanted a pet."