Growing Pains → Hadley/Klaus
After talking to Eden and Grey, Hadley decided it was time to talk to her tyrant of an Alpha. She was sick and tired of being the clueless goober. Her survival seemed to depend on information and she had absolutely none. It just wasn’t fair and there was only one person to blame, Klaus. She could get past the fact that all of this turning crap was done against her will, she had to live with plenty of injustices already like half the town thinking sweatpants was acceptable outdoor attire and the lack of any decent coffee shop within fifty miles, but this was just too much. Hadley wanted answers and she wanted them now. If her sire didn’t like that he could just….well, he’d probably kill her but she didn’t want to think about that now. Instead she wanted to focus on making things better for herself. Being a supernatural creature was pretty much the worst, and she wanted at least some little benefit out of it before she was revenge-killed or something.
With no thought for her safety, Hadley approached the Mikaelson residence. There was no way she could ever talk to her parents about all the changes she was going through, but she’d had the naive belief that being an Alpha was sort of like being a dad. You help teach your kid the tools needed to survive and then support them. If that was true, her new dad had definitely missed the memo. Wanting answers, she banged on the door loudly. “Klaus Mikaelson, get your british butt down here. I need to talk to you,” she yelled. Sure, this might actually be the end of Hadley Nobel but at least she’d go out in a confrontation with a big scary Alpha rather than having a heart attack during a marathon of The Hills or something.
While all of Klaus' hybrids, save for one, were sired to him, he didn't feel particularly attached to them. He was protective over them, and if someone killed one of his hybrids they would pay for it, but if he was being honest with himself he didn't exactly know how to do this. Their loyalty to him was automatic with the transition, he didn't have to earn it, and that was the way he wanted it. Though that meant he didn't exactly grasp the concept of what being the alpha of his own pack meant. A thousand years of vampirism had done well to enforce the idea of being on your own to him, and he truly didn't know how to operate as the leader of some sort of pack now, so he wasn't really. He would teach his hybrids how to be smart enough to not get themselves killed, and that was it, he liked to think that was all there was to it on his part. They existed to serve him, and so far, that was how he had seen it.
Klaus was upstairs when he heard a loud banging on the front door of his house, quickly deciding that whoever this was had come with a death wish, though he recognized the voice that followed easily enough. It was Hadley, one of his hybrids. He gave a roll of his eyes at her words before flashing downstairs. He didn't know which of his siblings were home, but he wasn't in the mood for the sort of confrontation that would follow someone doing anything to one of his hybrids, so he thought he would be the first to get to the door. He opened the door and stepped to the side, giving her a questioning look as he waited to find out what this was about exactly. "I’m rather curious as to why you felt it necessary to bang on my door, but please, come in first."
