✓ 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄, 𝘬. 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘯

𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣

"Your werewolf gene," Klaus swallowed harshly, and Clara could've sworn she say guilt flash on his face for even a second. "It's making you more angrier than ever, you'll have to adjust."

"You are not gonna mentor me about being a hybrid, Klaus," Clara stated, her voice still full of venom towards the man. "You are nothing but a murdering disappointment, and I would rip your heart out right now if I could, and I will never forgive you for what you have done. So, get the hell out of my way."

The boys looked back at the girl who sudden shock at her angry, mean words, in silence. She was waiting for some remark, but when she heard nothing, Clara stomped right past the originals. She slightly, purposely, slammed into Klaus's shoulder as she did so.

Within a second, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her before she has the chance to completely walk away—slamming her against the wall. Clara growled loudly, and it was the first time the world had seen her werewolf eyes; a bright yellow.

She instantly pushed Klaus off her, and she felt more strength in his muscles than she ever felt before. Clara glanced to her hands as she tightened her fists together, and then glanced back up to Klaus.

She races forward using her vamp speed, and slammed Klaus against a bookshelf, knocking down several old books doing so. She flashed her fangs at the man, once again hissing with her yellow eyes. Her hand was wrapped around Klaus's throat, and her mind went back to the time where the roles were reversed; Klaus was holding human Clara against Bonnie for her help.

"I want to kill you," Clara growled, the anger pouncing through her veins and her head flashing memories of her mother.

"Then do it," Klaus answers, almost startling Clara with his calm response.

That was when Clara saw herself in the mirror hanging on the way right beside Klaus's head, and she let out a soft gasp as she saw the hateful monster that was staring back at her. She instantly let Klaus go, and backed up a few feet, her eyes not leaving the ones in the mirror.

"Your anger, Clara, is going to be ten times worse than what you can imagine," Klaus states after a moment of silence, and he glanced to the staring on the sideline Elijah. "I can help."

"And why would I want your help?" Clara asked, her blue eyes were now watery and the tears were brimming. "Why would I let the man who killed my mother in front of my eyes help me?"

"Because I'm the only one who can," Klaus responded, his voice still soft and gentle. This was that side of Klaus that Clara had met that night her mother was killed, but before that, where the two were bonding about painting.

"I have my brother."

"I don't know if he can help you, Clara, you're a rare case," Klaus replied, and deep down Clara knew, but she didn't want to accept it. The blonde figured this was the end of their conversation, and glanced down to the floor. And after a moment or two of silence, Klaus spoke up again. "I apologize."

Clara's eyes shifted to look at the hybrid, and her lips spread out as a tiny gasp escaped her mouth. She had heard that Klaus Mikaelson would never, ever, apologize in his lifetime. Noticing her reaction, Klaus continued.

"For your mother."

Clara didn't speak, mostly because she wasn't even sure how to react. She couldn't forgive Klaus, at least, not yet.

"I'm not ready to forgive you," Clara stated, her eyes meeting Klaus's. "But..that's a start."

•••

"So, which restaurant's missing a compelled chef?"

After the talk of the two hybrids and original, they had all decided it was best for Clara to stay with the Mikaelsons, and Hayley—the main reason she had even agreed in the first place.

"It's certainly a card I've played in the past, but I had no hand in this," Klaus answers the older hybrid, and Clara looked over his shoulder from walking behind him to look at the huge table of all different types of food.

"Yum," Clara smiled, moving past the old original to stand beside Hayley, picking up a grape and popping it in her mouth.

"Well, then, I guess we have Elijah to thank," Hayley shrugged softly, still picking at the fruits beside Clara.

Then suddenly, Clara heard footsteps coming from the same direction that Klaus and her had entered only a minute ago, and her eyes landed on Elijah; confused.

"This wasn't my doing," Elijah narrows his eyebrows at the feast, and Clara dropped the red strawberry she had just picked up to place it back on the platter.

Sure, even if the food was poisoned, it wouldn't kill her; but for some reason the idea of this randomly placed food scared her.

"Then, where did this all come from?" Hayley asked, taking the words right out of Clara's lips.

The silver lid on a platter that was also on the table starts to rattle, startling both girls clichely. An uneasy Klaus when he lifts the platter, which released two starlings that flew up toward the ceiling, causing the four to reflexively duck.

"What the hell was that?"

Klaus reached for the invitation that was placed neatly inside the platter, and opened it. "An invitation from our mother."

Had Clara missed out on something when she was halfway in the grave?

a/n: sorry if the introduction seems off, i just really missed our daily klara scenes, & i also wanted to finally show the background of Clara's love for records! thank you for all the love and support <3