“Perhaps you should.” Her tone isalmost teasing now. Even though Freya hardly expects grand gestures of gratitudefor her help, a simple THANK YOU would be a nice change. But she has been here long enough to realize that’s not how her family operates.
She watches him, arms coming to crossover her chest. If Freya ignored that, his promise to keep Marcel safe –Rebekah would certainly be upset. And she does not wish her sister suffering (but she is also certain that if it was between them or him, rebekah wouldchoose right; but the situation is not quite that serious yet. )
“Yes, brother. I understand.” Thereluctance remains heavy in her tone. She is still unused to taking orders fromanyone; Klaus is hardly Dahlia but the urge to defy is deep rooted. Especiallywhen she feels strongly about something, such as keeping them safe. “I will stayfar away from him as long as he does not start anything.” She pauses, headtilting to the side. “ – and if he does, I will search for a NON-LETHAL solution.Are you satisfied?”
Acompromise of a sort. Freya can only hope that, for both their sake, Klaus will acceptit.
Klaus preferred to believe that his siblings viewed him with respect. That despite any event that may occur in their long, eternal lives, there will always be a sliver of respect, lying deep in their hearts. Despite his aggressive nature, he did want to protect his family. At all costs. Everyone made mistakes, maybe more than him, but it mustn’t be forgotten that most people only have a limited number of years to make awful, preposterous mistakes. Living for a thousand years, there was bound to be error that laid somewhere within the timeline.
Conflict was difficult. Internal conflict was impossible. Perhaps that is why he had decided long, long ago that he would no longer be bothered by the constant war in his mind. Family was a loose term, he learned that long ago. Non-blood related people were often more reliable, more loyal than blood would ever be capable of achieving. Marcel was one of those people. Klaus understood, quite vaguely, that the vampire had his own reasons. He was being loyal, but it was to his cause. The hybrid understood fighting for a cause more than anyone possibly could.
Klaus nods, his lips pursed as his mind raced with thoughts. He looks at Freya, the compliance in her words not matching the defiance painted on her features. “I knew I could count on you, sister,” he purrs after a long silence, tongue painting a path of slickness over his mouth. “I trust that you’ll keep yourself out of harm’s way. I’d hate to have to assume the role of a baby sitter.” He pauses, emptying the glass in his hand with a tilt of his head. “Be careful, Freya. I haven’t no clue how far Marcel may take this. I predict he will come directly for yours truly, but sometimes people like taking the indirect approach.”