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i grieve nothing i take everything indie Klaus from L.J Smith's Vampire Diaries strictly book based #mactabilus est. 7.21.12 rv. 4.5.17

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btw, this acc used to be klausvakr/deathcanevertouchme and it was show based/book based. now it is purely book based because i just... don’t watch the show anymore? so yes. this blog is purely undiluted book klaus.

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ok, I need to do things on here. Like if you’d like to plot something ^^

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@mactabilus Late 740s BC | Greece

     A blast of Power radiates like what would become an atomic bomb, washing over miles of wood and through the village. Animals dart in every direction, screeching as they flee. Clouds form above, lightening striking with intensity and causing fires. Day has turned to near-night within seconds and the power of her blast makes clear to every would-be oracle and mortal alike that something wicked cometh. 

     The ground quakes as flight is taken, animal becoming woman with mortals making their plea to their perceived Goddess. Her cloak falls, all forms of concealment of her aura washed away with it as her truest form is revealed– she emits crimson darkness, true wrath. YOU DARE YOU OFFEND ME! YOUR GODDESS FORSAKES YOU! The thought is sent directly into their unworthy minds with such force the mortals fall to the ground with hands upon their temples. 

     They had sought her favor, and Celine had given it to them, at least until offense had been thrown toward her from the occupying forces. THEY WOULD ALL PAY. 

     He greets his sister with a smile. It had been decades since she had graced any of them with her presence and he had heard rumors of a goddess come down from the heavens to save them, guide them. Pathetic really but Klaus had to admire his sisters persuasive abilities to get her way. It did take him by surprise to find that she was presiding over a hovel of a town and that she has ignored a number of his carefully thought out gifts. She was ignoring him and he hated to be ignored.  “Playing deity again, sister? In this disgusting little speck of dirt? This is low even for my standards.”

     “Mm, I wonder who angered you today.”

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     The past was but a floating memory in an ever-turning pool of history. It was shrouded in tar-like darkness, but this, this was something else entirely. The gentle caress of his hand upon her leg, the splashes of color peeking through his rust-red aura… he was caring in a way she had rarely witnessed previous, or else, perhaps, in a way she had refused to acknowledge in a time where all actions were overshadowed by thoughts of Stefan Salvatore. 

     Blue hues search Klaus’ features, wash over every inch of him until they settle back on his face. She offers a smile that is reminiscent of the German girl who played with her maid in mazes outside her home in the days after her turning. So innocent, so genuine, so delighted to alive and able to experience the world. It was a smile of wonder and contentment. Of HOPE for the future. 

     When he speaks again Katherine’s features appear confused until she attempts to move and finds her body strained. A frown crosses her features before determination replaces it. “I– I can do it.” Her body is weakened but Katherine’s spirit is not, a hand wrapping around his arm and using it to push herself up from the bed. There’s something about the fact that he wants to make sure she is alright, rather than perceiving this condition as a weakness that seemed to inspire her even more and dares her to take a step forward. And then she sways and is forced to catch herself with his body. “I–I need–” She needs more strength so that she might be capable of venturing into the night in search of further sustenance at his side. 

    He tenses as she falls against him and on instinct he wraps his arms around her shoulders. He should have had something set aside for her upon her waking up, yet he was too busy watching her every move. Every twitch her body made, her eyes fluttering as life began to flow within her. Precious life he felt only a few should deserve and some he wanted to bring back and yet he chose her. Her. He would always choose her because he simply could not bear to be without her. Their connection was something he could never understand.

    “Here.” Without thinking, he offers his wrist to her nudging her forward. “I know you’d prefer something fresh, but this will do for now.” It was rare that he shared blood with people, even those that he had turned himself. But with Katherine it felt like second nature. “Well? Take it before I change my mind.”

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[2:08:18 AM] rhysand is flawless.: Klaus is just the odd one [2:08:39 AM] rhysand is flawless.: he’s the family member you don’t invite to parties because he might eat all your guests

[2:11:11 AM] ~MANDEE GECKO~: i cant [2:11:12 AM] ~MANDEE GECKO~: omg

[2:11:14 AM] rhysand is flawless.: I feel like that would be Solomon’s point to Klaus’s… habits [2:11:21 AM] rhysand is flawless.: “CELINE DOESN’T EAT PEOPLE, KLAUS.”

CELINE DOESN’T EAT PEOPLE, KLAUS

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     Did you ever think I’d forget you? Katherine almost felt ashamed that she had. Perhaps it was strange, to wonder if he would have forgotten her had she not killed him. Though, of course, she hadn’t succeeded in that endeavor either. How had she not understood what was plain as day now? 

     Klaus was not the mother who had ABANDONED her to a perceived destiny. Klaus was not Stefan or Damon, the two men who she had foolishly given her heart only to watch them forget her over and over. Of course, she was at fault for that situation as well, she could admit that now. Klaus was the person who had given her RESTORED life twice. He was the one who had taught her to be stronger, who had raged and loved and cared for her. Yes, they had both descended into darkness, had twisted every corner of their relationship, but the core truth was simple: Klaus had never left her side. Even after she had acted against him, he had done what she had asked of him: he had avenged her and he had not abandoned her as everyone else had.  

     It felt so liberating now, to admit something as simple as missing him. To let go of the pain and hatred, to let go of the Salvatore brothers, and simply exist with him in this moment. Eyes close when she feels his touch against her skin, lips parting as if it was almost shocking, the intensity of feeling so near to him again, and eyes reopening a moment later to meet his own. “I did.” She repeats, the admission holding new weight. “I feel as if I could drink an entire city.” She nearly laughs, because it’s another reminder that this is not a dream, but reality. She was alive (in a manner of speaking) and Klaus was the reason for it. 

    “I’m sure you’re ravenous.” He watches her weary eyes as his hand trails up her leg to rest on her knee. “As I was.” It was typical for any newly made vampire or--- in Katherine’s case, newly risen, to wake up starving. Sometimes to the point where hunger overtook reason. He studies her expression, her body, her eyes---- her. She was real. He had brought her back. He supposed he did have something to thank that mindless vampire for. What would he be without his Katherine?

    “Are you... well enough to feed yourself, Katherine?” He had no issues in bringing her a meal or even giving her some of his blood to suppress her appetite for the time being. As long as he knew where she was at all times, he would not lose her again. COULD not lose her again. “I do have a few scores to settle, but I’d rather--” He hesitates, “Make sure you are um, alright.”

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     Blue hues fly open, confusion lacing pale features as Katherine feels almost as if her spirit has been pulled by a tether, suddenly uprooted from the netherworld and plunged into a cool ocean. She becomes aware of her body’s existence and the world around her comes into focus like a child witnessing a wonder. There is a new innocence within the depths of her hues and emitted within her very aura. It isn’t weakness, but something new; a clarity within her soul that hadn’t existed before. 

     “You brought me back.” There is no question of how he was alive, of what he must think of her to have attempted to kill him all those years before, or even of what must have transpired for him to raise her. Perhaps there wasn’t a need, now. All that was important was that he had and the simple fact that Katherine felt no fear of him in this moment. The darkness, the hatred, the madness of her mind prior had been washed away in this rebirth. “I missed you.” She missed their happier moments, and perhaps even their darker ones. She missed him and that was the most simple truth she had ever known. 

     “Of course I brought you back. Did you ever think I’d forget you?” She was the first thing he thought of when Ethan brought him back. The only thing on his mind--- Katherine, Katherine, Katherine. He needed, no wanted, his beloved Katherine by his side once more and he now had the ability to bring her back. But he had almost--- almost forgotten the last time they were together. She had drove a stake through his heart and twisted it until the light faded from his eyes. Oh what a performance that was. At that time she was at her strongest and he loved it.

     I missed you. Warmth flooded his veins as he smiled, a real smile. Reserved only for those who knew him best. This one reserved only for her. “Did you.” He places a hand on her ankle, slightly squeezing, “Are you hungry?”

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    Sitting on the edge of the bed, he remembers the night he turned her into the monster she is now. His little monster, his Katherine. Frail, helpless--- even though she was far from that state of being now. “Katherine...” A smile spreads across his lips as her eyes open, “Welcome back.”

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     Ah, there it was! Celine can see it within his aura, flares of colorful emotion emitted through rust-red swirls. An ever-present shift she’s bore witness to for centuries following her brother’s meeting with the bedridden girl-turned vampiric student, lover.. soulmate? If such a thing should exist for beings such as themselves, surely this was what Katherine had become to her brother. 

     “I am not above admitting it.” Celine decides, dark hues following the limp body as it falls to the cool floor, her hellhound moving toward it and offering an audible sniff. 

                                             If only that were true. 

     Alas, Celine has found it within herself to accept Katherine– most of the time– for the simple fact she had awoken something within Klaus that Celine had only pierced the surface of. Something that, at least in part, had always been reserved for her and yet had blossomed in the presence of the golden-haired vampire. 

               It was not something Celine could deny her brother. 

     “Of course you’re not. I don’t want to talk about Katherine.” Not with Celine, at least. What he had with Katherine--- he doubted it was something his sister would understand. Solomon certainly did not. It was something he was still struggling to understand himself even if Katherine had already understood it and seemed to enjoy taking great advantage of it. Not that he minded. 

     “I hope you realize now that you’re here, he is likely to follow and clean up after you? Did you think about that systir?”

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     Arms cross Celine’s chest as she observes her elder brother, frustration easing as quickly as it had come upon her. “You really are quite something sometimes.” She remarks with a huff. 

     In many ways, for all her outrageous actions, she was similar to her brother in some of the worst ways, having learned how to embrace and wield darkness and callousness upon Earth. He was, after all, her first memory and Soloman her second. They were two forces in her endless years that had always been at her side while their other siblings ventured off (and paid the price for it). And yet, she was unique in her own fashion, possessing an ability for compassion for lesser beings in a way others of their kind often failed. She had never been human, but she could understand humans, she could bring herself to coexist peacefully when it mattered to her. 

     “You like all of your houses. Especially when Katherine is with you. Do not try to deny it.” An eyebrow raise is unleashed. “You are certainly one to talk. Tell me, where is she now?” Hopefully far, far away. Celine wanted her brother’s undivided attention. 

    He bites his tongue, “I was not going to and it is none of your business where Katherine is at, Celine.” Hopefully she would be returning soon if only to save him from enduring anymore of his sister than he was in the mood to.

     “Why. You’re not jealous, are you.” Klaus chuckles pushing the body off the chair before taking it’s place. He knew how easy it was for Celine’s jealousy to flare---- quite like Katherine’s. “Don’t worry Celine, she means nothing as compared to you.”

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     Dark hues narrow, the urge to send something hurtling in his direction awoken with this tone. However, she refrains, lips parting and gaze appalled. The nerve! “You would have me–” If looks could kill, hers would. She was not there to play maid. 

     “That is what a servant is for.” At least until one of them usually decided to drain the help. “..or better yet, take ownership of another house.” It’s then she moves over to the wall, running a finger over blood. “Such a waste of good blood, I will admit, I became rather carried away.” 

     “So dramatic, Celine. I am only joking. It’s fun to get you wound up.” Though some part of him was serious. His sister was usually the worst out of all of them. Messy and careless. He supposed she got that from him.

     “Hm, a considerable option, but I like this house, systir.” He scoffs, “You never do learn, do you?”

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Klaus is incredibly selective on who he chooses to turn. To him, being a vampire is a privileged, a gift. One that should not be taken lightly. In the books he has vampire ‘servants’ which are said to be his darlings, his little family. This made me think that Klaus doesn’t just turn people for the sake of turning people. He has to have some sort of appreciation or connection and maybe some sort of admiration with someone in order to turn them. To him, they have to be worthy enough to share his blood. 

This also ties into the fact that there are so few vampires in the series, because Klaus along with Katherine, killed half of them. Katherine most likely did it because Klaus was doing it and well, why not. But I feel Klaus did it deliberately. Specifically those whom he did not directly and intentionally share blood with and those who aren’t even apart of his bloodline. He doesn’t consider them worthy of appreciation and loyalty, so why have a bunch of vampires running around.

Long story short, if Klaus is going to turn someone himself, there is a reason as to why he is doing so.

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ER DETTE KJAERLIGHET

     His love for one girl.

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Not that he’d admit it, but Klaus enjoyed the expression on her face as he brought her home something new. Something he did so rarely, her eyes lit up and she mumbled needless words over and over again, running frail fingers across the satin dress he’d taken from his prey.

     Seeing her happy brought up something within him that he didn’t know was possible unless pain was being inflicted, or blood was spilt. Satisfaction— from what? He didn’t know exactly. Seeing her happy, just knowing he was the one who gave her that incredible feeling made him feel almost… content.

     He’d lavish her with more gifts until the tears would pour. Then they’d fall back into their old routines. He’d be the vicious monster, consuming everything she once was, remaking her in his own image—- and what a glorious sight it was! He’d come home to find bodies littered across the floor, and rivulets of blood matting her pale locks. She always looked up at him with such burning admiration that turned into hatred and disgust with herself—- with him and everything they were. Long fingers ran through tangles of blood before yanking back a fistful.

    A small cry escaped her throat as fingers traced over the curves of her soft skin. Fangs elongated but soon retracted when he noticed drops of her tears spilling down her jawline. He released his grip and pushed her to the side, watching her gather her knees against her chest, refusing to look his way.

   There were times when she made him feel weak, stripping the barbaric nature of him with her pointless tears.

   He was good at breaking his sweet girl.     His dearest Katherine.       & sometimes she gladly returned the favor.

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     & I WILL STRIP AWAY ALL THAT YOU KNOW, ALL THAT YOU LOVE. UNTIL YOU HAVE NO SHELTER BUT ME. YOU WANT A VILLAIN? FINE, MAKE ME YOUR VILLAIN.

     indie klaus from L.J Smith’s Vampire Diaries. Strictly book based, semi selective. come at me.

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     A smile graces Celine’s features, before it turns into an extreme pout. The emotion is so powerful on recall that it alters her aura, colors becoming more potent than the rust-red they possessed, and her emotions project toward her brother. 

     “It was awful!” She declares, a bit over-dramatic but that was Celine’s nature at times. “No matter, though, the spoil-sport is not here so we may have our fun together.” Her conclusion is stated matter-of-factly. 

     He rolls his eyes before mimicking his sisters pout. “Oh I’m sure it was, Celine, How dare he try to ruin your fun?”

     “Right, of course. There’s no one else I would rather have fun with.” It was partially true given the fact Solomon was a complete kill joy and his other siblings were far too removed from this earth for Klaus to stand being around them for extensive periods of time. “Speaking of fun litla systir, I had just gotten these walls done and blood is quite difficult to remove from marble if it is not removed soon.”

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                      “No.” 

     The utterance is spoken with much more force than usual. Frustration creasing Katherine’s features as she dares throw defiance in Klaus’ direction. This was what he had wanted, was it not? To push her until she lashed out? Until angelic features turned into the blue fires of Hell, her chaotic reaction the embo– diment of the brutality he’s forced upon her for years. 

     “No, I will not, my lord.” She adds almost as if the title is a taunt. “If you wish for someone to play your sister, call upon Celine! I am either at your side with you, or I shall not be at your side at all!” It’s a rare display of a kind of confidence she’ll hate her sister for possessing centuries later but he has pushed her too  far this time and Katherine’s emotions take over. 

     “What?” After the hysterics she had thrown a few days ago,    he’d given her much more freedom than she had deserved.    And this was how she re-payed him? With utter disobedience.

     If it were any other day Klaus might    have admired her ferocity and bravery to defy him. “You     don’t deserve to be at myself tonight, Katherine. Especially    not after your little outburst, do we agree?” The times she    attempted to fight against him grated his nerves to no end.     It had made him wish he had snapped her pretty neck--- or    rather yet, tear her head off. But she is everything you made her.

     “Then stay here Katherine, I have no issues      finding another to accompany me if you are that bothered.”

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     “Ég gat ekki hjálpað mér.” Celine confesses, her tone a melody in their native tongue– or at least an old dialect they had once spoken– as a pout begins to form. “However, they are not your true surprise. I am!” She exclaims, moving forward and forcing a hug upon him. 

     “Perhaps… I missed you!” And she had. Playing her games was great fun until Soloman had come and ruined it so she had determined it was time to visit her favorite brother. The fun brother in the grand scheme of things.

     “Pu gaetir aldrei, elskan systir min.” The elder one scoffed tucking a strand of hair behind Celine’s ear. Celine, his darling little sister. The gift who kept on giving and at times he felt he would be lost if not for her company. “He found you, didn’t he? I told you he would but you didn’t listen.” Solomon preferred to stay quiet, unseen. Which typically resulted in him following them around and finding ways to ruin their fun.