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My reputation is going to be thoroughly sullied, I have become quite fond of small pastries filled with whipped topping. Cream puffs I do believe they are called, I've taken to eating far too many.Â
âš for something that relaxes my muse
So very curious, painting. I'm most soothed when either sketching or painting. Art brings a release I cannot find in anything else, although ripping the heads off my enemies does come close.Â
â for something my muse admiresâ for something that make my muse sadâ for something my muse wants to protect
Well, admiration is perhaps the simplest of the three. I admire loyalty and devotion. Some might confuse them with obedience.Â
Sad, well love, if you must know a lot of my past makes me sad. My father, my mother, as much as I was loved I was an orphan within my own family.Â
I wish to protect my family and those I care for, Caroline especially, everyone else is expendable.Â
â for one of my muses guilty pleasuresâ for something that my muse wants to do
Guilty pleasure? I should have known that one was coming, well, if you must know I enjoy romantic comedies.Â
As for something I want to do, aside from the obvious of killing Katerina and creating a hybrid army... I want to care again.
Send me a...
â for a tip for getting my muses romantic affection â for one of my muses guilty pleasures â for something that my muse wants to do â for something my muse admires â for something that make my muse sad â for something my muse wants to protect âš for something that relaxes my muse
Meetings of a Trivial Nature
"And who might you be love?"
"My nameâs Ana. Who are you?"
 "Pleasure to meet you Ana, Most know me as Klaus."
New Acquaintances
"It seems I am running into a number of new faces,"
"Iâve been there."
"Not always a good thing."
"Judging before an introduction love?"
Original Brothers
Loss had been the plague of the Original family, they had known it with every breath and even in immortality death taunted them. Here the city thrived with the life of many and they sunk into it with a sheer pleasure long forgotten or rather Klaus did, New Orleans there was much he missed about their former residency in Mystic Falls but here his name still made the population tremble with the quake of his superior abilities, and if truth be told he was merely missing a certain blonde. Here they would build anew and their family brought to the shadows for so long would rise with him if they were not fool enough to stand in his opposition as they had done so many times previously. The new house stood oddly quite as he slipped through it in silence contemplating his next motion, the world set before them for the taking and here another night of solitude greeted him, perhaps some painting would ease some of the troublesome thoughts.Â
Wishing for a Memory
Once there had been a sweet release of sunshine the ever cunning plot of a demon disguised as a man intent on his prey. Klaus let the smirk tough his lips followed by the glass as he drained the remaining drops of alcohol from its stationary status. He had brought demise to the features of many taught death to those that knew only the breath of life and the sweet caress of caring. He had taken the vibrancy even from the seductive allure of Katerina Petrova and drove her to the damnation of shadow to flee for him and his wrath for eternity. He knew he was unfathomably malicious and it did not end here this night he would do as he pleased to attain the world and waiting knowing she would come his doppelganger the woman who had began it all, his sweet Katerina turned mortal betrayed and back into the clutches of his hand.
Mixing Fang with Danger
A night had turned into something more, the sweet taste of wild had been upon her lips. Considering the predicament of the world before them Klaus shook his head bemused by the turn his life had taken. Genetics had been his pride the nature of a hybrid continuing now in blood some might call it abomination he would look to it as a superior race something beyond them all. Eyes fixating to the walkway in front of himself he continued forth on a journey with no true destination for the moment, he had much to consider and his rise to power weighed heavily upon his mind. Terror did not drip from the mere tone taken with his name and it seemed that the defiance of a few had tarnished all he hoped for the regale nature in which he addressed his kin and his army, they were something all the hybrids although he had been met with defiance there would be more perhaps not so keen as to dare challenge their sire. Again his mind turned to the wolf, to Hayley and her plot with Tyler although her own circumstances too had changed, now they held even more common ground merely than the bitter knowledge of what it was like to be completely alone.Â
Dance of New Orleans
>The world spun with the chatter of the city and here Klaus looked to the place he loved perhaps more than all others. The beauty of the city and even those that resided their were not so utterly appalling, sweeping through the buzzing ground the music played swaying with the soul his eyes seeking nothing in particular merely enjoying the place in which he had been absent for so long. Serenity and vitality was within the night the shadows beckoning drenching them all with a forgotten magic the whispers that anything was possible, destruction and death hand in hand with breath and life, here it was possible the sass of a city so many adored and to return was a sort of bliss a sigh of relief from the small bore of Mystic Falls.
New City New Faces
The biggest and the baddest they had labelled Klaus with the coldest and more malicious intent, however, it suited the other and here he stood observing knowing that in his mind for power he would do anything to attain what he wished to be King of the supernatural world. Death meant nothing to someone like him and torture was merely another tool, he would see them rot before him and with a smirk he would see the precious world fall before his feet. Nothing had ever stood before him and it would not change now, in the past he had shown weakness and it had gotten him no where the pesky urging of feelings, it had been that foolish notion that had led to him being well bound to a living room among other things. It was this attitude this sadistic nature that would allow him to thrive that would allow his family to endure the centuries if they chose to ally themselves with him, if not, well he was not beyond daggering them either. As he kept along the street path debating his rising he turned the corner moving directly into another man, no rather he sensed with the acuteness of his superior hybrid abilities a wolf. "And who might you be?" he asked with a small smirk.Â
Sadistically Dashing
Mortal enemies, perhaps not quite but distaste had always been among the two. Klaus the hybrid with his plots and visions of power and Damon the elder of the Salvatore brothers ensnared with his constant obsession with feelings. Although both tangled in the darker webs Klaus stumbling into the greater wrongs in his dire need to be more than a mere creature of shadow, he would rule them with fangs of both the wolf and the bat and they would hate him for it, dictatorship was never easy although it did not displease him. Stepping into the every bustling Mystic Grill the well built hybrid looked to the dark haired icy eyed man that he had been pondering, drowning his weakness and his uncertainties in a healthy portion of bourbon. âYou would think you would be a slight bit less miserable,â he commented a smirk touching his lips. âYou have dearest Elena,â
Today had possibly been one of the worst days of Damonâs life. Honestly he thought everything with Elena was going well. He loved her, she seemed to love him and then she went off to college. A month later he got a lovely, thought out, heart-felt break up text. Truthfully he thought he deserved more than that. Whatever happened to good-old face to face contact. Sure, he would allow her to stay at the boarding house. He would keep looking after baby-Gilbert. It was only three years. Maybe even less. He hadnât really thought about it. Rather than taking his aggression out on the nearest person, Jeremy, the poor kid didnât even know what was going on, he went to the Grill. He went to drown his sorrows in a bottle and hopefully kill that itty bitty part of him that was actually a decent person. He let out a groan when he heard a familiar voice beside him. He turned to see Klaus standing there in all his smug glory. âHad Elena. Didnât you hear? Iâm  ex number three.â He sighed moving to take a sip from his glass, âThought you were down in New Orleans. Donât tell me you got kicked out of the town already Klaus.â He had to smile at his own joke. God, he must have been drunk. Which was odd because he didnât feel he was here all that long, âAnyway, what brings you back to Mystic Falls? I  thought you wanted to put as much distance between here and yourself as possible. Seems a little counter-productive if you ask me.âÂ
Seeking the seat beside the elder of the Salvatore brothers the hybrid listened intently a light smirk touching his lips at the fickle nature of the Petrova women. Elena with her sweet disposition was not that far from her ancestor Katerina they both knew the pangs of love and used it willingly to achieve their goals and find live in their own bleak existance, even if they did not atone to such a fact. "History seems to be repeating itself," the other mused raising a hand to order a healthy portion of scotch. The moon brought forth the reality and it was obvious the blue eyed man beside him was far into drowning his sorrows, not that he had not taken the same route on occasion and found it much to his satisfaction when looked to forget some rather pesky matters. New Orleans, he already missed the hum of the city to this squalor. "Consider my return merely to take care of a few loose ends," he allowed and then took a long drink feeling the soothing flame release down his throat. "So tell me Damon, now that your love with Elena is over, why are you still here?" They could all admit there was nothing here for any of them other than a never ending torment of loves lost or rather in his case the falling of his regime and the dreams of an army he might have had taken by the sheer will of youthful negligence the would outside of this town seemed much more realistic and bendable to his will and it seemed that the demise of his kin was far less likely outside of these roads perhaps merely away from the Salvatore family that always had some part to play and yet here he could almost feel some pity for the man that had allowed his heart to be stolen and ripped to shreds by women with the same face and rather similar temperament when lacking humanity.Â
It all began with a doppelganger
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Rumors had poured throughout the town, the aftermath of insanity some might say. The hybrid himself found chaos rather to his liking and despite all the hardship and tragedy that had befallen himself and his kin Klaus looked to the future and to the rule he could now resume with all the tyranny of his sadistic nature and here before him stood the slender form a pawn to his never ending plots. âKaterina,â he mused tone holding sheer pleasure. âI would have thought you would have been far away from here by nowâ
Of course his voice would be the one she had to hear when her back was turned. Quickly, the brunette turned around and glared at the Original. âLucky for you, obviously, my flight got cancelled,â she admitted. There was no use in lying or being snarky when, no matter what, he would end up ripping her head off or using her to get something he wanted.
"Now Katerina love no need to be snarky," Klaus remarked the humor evident in his tone. He had her where he wanted her at last before him the doppelganger that had eluded him for so long and here she stood before him helpless to the plots that he merely presumed were his destiny. "The plans I have for you," he mused eyes alight with a fire some knew as the rare passion and plot of the hybrid, it would mean destruction for some and the rise of dreams so horrid that even the supernatural from cringe from the allure of his powers. And yet this woman she dared to meet his eyes with a glare dared to defy her fate.Â
Beauty Comes in Blonde
There had been no cease to the endless torments of a blonde crossing his dreams. Klaus pursed hips lips contemplating the woman that seemed to be drawing his emotions from their slumber of centuries. He had used and manipulated drawn them all to his will and yet Caroline, the lovely image with all her kindness and grace had seen that he too felt a twinge of something beneath his breast. It had brought him here to his return as if almost sensing her own torments and his yearning to show her the world beyond the confines of her foolish little town. And yet, the great and powerful hybrid merely looked to the Forbes residence from a safe distance debating his move, debating the validity of his choice.Â
Caroline was having a day to herself. After everything that had been going on, she figured that she deserved a break from it all. So, she had decided that today was a day to lounge around her house. She wasnât going to worry about making sure her hair was perfect, or that she was wearing the perfect amount of makeup; today was a lazy day, and that included her appearance. Pulling her hair up into a simple ponytail, Caroline didnât bother changing out of her pajamas as she made her way into the living room, settling down on the couch as she flipped on the TV.
It seemed like an eternity stifling the need to go to the door to hear the voice of the woman he had become so smitten with. Klaus was not a man or rather creature of emotional tie and here she stood somewhere within the house in all her kindness and the glimmer of life in those vampire eyes that should hold the nothingness of eternity he found himself consumed. Broken to the will of caring for this girl, this woman Caroline Forbes he would show her the world give her lead as his queen and he would be her last love the epic love in which she spoke if she merely gave him change to be, Stepping forth he moved to the door he raised a fist and hesitated for a mere moment before knocking with the certainty of the dreams he had been having he wished for her to join him he wished to hear her voice. "Caroline," he replied when she opened the door the dashing smile adorning his lips.
Memories Best Forgotten
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The past had been haunting him, Klaus looked to the glass before him the amber contents settling, warmth illuminating from his stomach although it brought him no release from what he sought to forget. The images of the Petrova women had been heavy on his mind for some time, the face he so longed to forget the key to his success. Amusing, how agony could bring power and when they asked why he had not felt in centuries the answer was too clear the betrayal too fresh and only his kin knew he had ever been weak had ever dared to dream and perhaps over the centuries as he had daggered them and shipped them from his presence they too might have forgotten he might once have felt. The only ones who would know would be the shadows and the glass before him as he offered a silent toast to the forgotten, to Tatia.
      She had yet to present herself to him. How he would react to her return was beyond her â no clear prediction formed in her thoughts. Instead, she kept her distance. Lingering in the shadows and waiting for the moment were she could build up enough courage to confront him ; to insert herself back into his life. It was beginning to feel like that courage was never going to come. However, for some reason it was as if she was being pulled to him and she wanted needed to see him. Her fists knocked once quietly. Nervously, fidgeting as she stood in front of the massive door, she began to turn. It had been a mistake to come here, no matter what urged her to do so. No. No. Go do this, she scolded herself for being a coward. By the time she turned back to the beautiful home, Klaus was standing in the doorway. Her jaw dropping slightly, she stared towards him for a moment be fore greeting him. âNiklaus, ⊠hello.â
As silence was broken the knock hung in the air protruding through the solitude the hybrid had been basking in. It seemed as if had been eternity since he was disturbed drink in hand there had been a sense of serenity in the room alone with his memories seeking no redemption merely acknowledging in quiet the guilt that had lingered through the centuries and became eternal. Moving to the ornate doorway Klaus pulled them back peering to the serene features of a doppelganger either Katerina or Elena he presumed the later for the former would seek to keep as far from his grasps as she possibly could. A grin coming to haunt his lips and a smart remark about how the other must need his assistance coming to adorn the air he hesitated the sweet scent of the woman the voice that haunted his dreams to him them. His frozen heart froze the beauty before looking to him as she had so long before with a careful collection that no other woman had mastered and his breath caught his mind still and his heart long still ached at the thought that she this vision could truly be before him. "Tatia?" he murmured "How?"Â
Seeking Sleep
Well, sadly my lovelies it is time for me to go to bed. Thank you for all the amazing rpers who had followed me! I will get to the rest of my starters and to my replies tomorrow when I am done work. Goodnight all