Oblivious to his big brother's late night struggles, Klaus broke into a grin. In the reflection of the phone booth, he had blood in his teeth.
"Heeeey buddy, just who I was hoping to pick up!" Klaus cheered drunkenly into the phone. "Can you drive? Doesn't matter, I don't know where we are--hey listen, I need to borrow your muscle, okay? Those guys are still out here!"
"We're on the corner of 5th and Magnolia."
"Shhh," Klaus hissed, waving off his brother's ghost like a backstreet driver. Then he turned back to the phone. "Yeah so, it's 5th and Magnolia. I'm gonna hide behind the bins, and--"
Click!
The line cut, and Klaus sighed. That was his last quarter. He'd better hope Luther showed. Otherwise, he'd be stranded in a bad part of town--a bloody, intoxicated mess in mesh, leather, and heels now carried in his hands. If Luther didn't find him, the ugly DJ's friends certainly would. Time to climb into a trash bin, and hope for the best.
"Klaus-" Luther repeated, this time a fact not a question, as his brother rambled at him through the receiver, "Klaus, wait-" Was he high? He was probably high. Luther would have to insist louder to get through to him, "Klaus! Slow down, I-"
The line went dead, "Klaus?" A pause. "Great." He should have known better than to answer the phone. Who else would call at four in the morning? Was it four? How had he stayed up until four? Luther frowned, debating his options. Would he take a car? Should he call a taxi? His father would want Klaus to face the consequences of abandoning them, of never really joining them to begin with, on his own.
Maybe he should call a taxi. They would just drive there and back, right? Then again, assuming Klaus would have no where to go, if he intended to take him back here, what difference did it make to drive himself? Besides, this might be dangerous. Better not to put an innocent driver in harm's way.
"Fifth and Magnolia...," read Luther off the nearby street signs not long later as the car slowed to a stop and parked just past the intersection. He turned off the engine, climbing out with caution in case whoever was after Klaus for whatever probably valid reason appeared first. He locked the car to look around, calling out into the chilled early-morning air, "Klaus?!"
















