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malevolentklaus:
He could’ve compelled her, made her forget all that they had shared, the good and the bad. He could’ve spared her the heartbreak, the countless questions she has undoubtedly asked herself time and time again during his absence. He supposes he was selfish - because he didn’t want to live to remember her while she had no memory of him. He needed to know that she was out there and that the memory of him lived with her for as long as she did. He didn’t want to be forgotten, so he’d been selfish. He relished in the feeling of having Alice in his arms again, short as it may last. He relished in the way their bodies fit together perfectly against one another, like they were made for that sole purpose. He relished in the way his eyes closed when he rested his chin atop her head and the sigh that he let fall from between his lips. “I’m sorry it couldn’t be different.” He pulls back and searches for her eyes once again, those crystal clear, baby blue eyes of hers that he lost himself into more times than he can admit. His forehead comes to rest against hers. Klaus lets out another sigh, sharp this time, and decides, from the first time in a long time, to recall what her lips taste like.
As much as she wanted to forget and move on, there was always a part of her that would know and wonder. Alice didn’t want to forget such a big part of her life. Klaus had helped form her into who she was. Forgetting that? Who knew who she would become. Still, he was an idiot, an ass for ever letting her fall for him. Sure, he might have been evil, manipulated her into it first, but they never expected it to be real, either of them. With him --- it had been more real than anything in her life. Alice sobbed into his chest without hugging him back, she didn’t need too. She didn’t want to? She couldn’t. When he pulled back, she quickly wiped her tears and expected them to stop coming but they didn’t. “It’s not your fault,” she admitted. It wasn’t hers either. It was just the way the world was; him becoming immortal to live long enough to meet her, fall in love. It wasn’t on him, it was on his parents if they were to blame it on anyone. Still being in love though? That was fully her own fault. Alice let out a sniffle right before she was just about to tell him to go, he’d likely gotten what he came for, and she wasn’t good with goodbyes. At least not second ones. However, his lips were on hers before she could even react to him leaning in and for a moment she found it so natural to kiss him back - until reality caught up with her and she pushed him away. Her bright blue eyes stared at him in chock, not founding words to tell him how ruthlessly selfish that action had been. She didn’t want to throw him out, but this had gone too far. “No...” she whispered, shaking her head while looking at him. “You’re not allowed to do that anymore.” Alice swallowed thickly, again wiping tears from her eyes. “You need to go.”
malevolentklaus:
In a perfect world, they would have this together. In a perfect world, he would be human, he would be able to grow old with her, he would be able to give her everything she wanted, and not just the things that can be bought and achieved with compulsion or money. But the world they live in is far from perfect and sacrifices must be made. He swallows and swears that this lump in his throat wasn’t there before the start of this conversation. “Has it not crossed your mind that our wishes intertwine?” he means to be more stern. But how can he be so when he is the one to blame? One way or another, it’s his fault. And there is not an ounce of this burden that he can put on her, even if he’d wished. Alice’s words resonate in his head over and over again and he wants to say something, counter them, but all he is able to do is close the remaining distance between them. Before he knows it, his palm is cupping her cheek and his thumb is wiping away the tears. Klaus stares at her lips for what seems like a century. He feels the urge to the one thing he’d wanted to do since he saw her at the door, but all he does is pull her to his chest, his fingers threading in her hair. “I wish you hated me too. It would have been easier.”
They’d never been perfect. Hell, with the way they started it was a miracle she ever fell for him but when she did, she loved him deeply. It wasn’t just a stupid teenage crush or manipulation like Matt, and pretty much everyone, claimed. It was way more than that because it lasted, and it could have laster so much longer with the way she was feeling right now. Sure, she was angry, but they both knew it was based in something so much deeper. At his question, she frowned, shaking her head. Of course it had, but he’d been the adult in the situation - more than adult actually. How had they not thought this through from the start? She should have left him years prior to when it actually happened, but she was so young and so in love and she just wanted to have the time with him that she could and ignore the future. The future that was now, the future that she had created for herself in the past six years of his absence. She’d found someone she loved, and she did love her husband, but not that deeply rooted passion and infatuation that she’d felt with Klaus. Finally, she blinked the tears down on her cheeks but she still looked angry --- or broken, maybe a little bit of both. She wanted to push him to the ground when he cupped her cheek in his hand, but she just couldn’t. Not because he was so much physically stronger than her but she didn’t have the energy. it was like he had sucked it out of her and began to drain her of it the moment he walked in through the door. She couldn’t even push him away when he pulled her against his chest; it weakened her even more. He’d broken her, after all these years, he’d torn her open. “I can’t,” she sobbed, closing her eyes. The strong woman she always put on display was a teenager again; the teenager that loved him.
malevolentklaus:
“Am I to assume you will be asking for something later?” he teases, plays clueless despite the fact that he knows exactly what this something is and why it will be happening not now. Nonetheless, Klaus heads for the couch, smiling at her expressed excitement. It takes him a while to take his eyes off Alice and when he manages that, he opens the box to reveal a necklace, the initial catching his eye before everything else. He looks up at Alice. “I must say I quite like it.” Taking it out of the box, he wastes no time in clasping it around his neck.
“Only if you shut up about it,” she chuckles, nudging him a little before she follows him towards the couch, picking up her present on the way. She sits down next to him, wiggling a little in her seat as she watched him opening her small - but thoughtful gift. It was pure silver, not too expensive though, but her whole heart was in it. Not literally though. “I thought you would,” she grinned. He’d always worn necklaces and she thought it was time he wore something that was her - not just chains and leather. “Okay my turn,” the girl grins, struggling to get the paper off her present and then opening a box where she found a sketch. She’d remember that face anywhere, it was her own, and he had captured it perfectly. A hand over her mouth, she sucked in a breath. “This is so good.” Alice glances over at him before putting the sketch aside to throw her arms around his neck. “I love it.”
malevolentklaus:
Her words, those metaphorical daggers aimed straight at his chest, were expected. Klaus looks down, sighs, then looks back up at Alice, hands held up in defense. He didn’t move, not even an inch, as she approached him. She couldn’t hurt him more than that last sentence already did. You made sure of that. There’s a hint of blame in her tone and it raises questions that nag at him. Questions, the answers of which, don’t give him peace no matter what side he takes. He’s not in her life because that was what he wanted. But if he let her keep him in her life, then wouldn’t he strip her of her chance to live? To have the life she wanted? If he’d stayed in her life, wouldn’t that have made him selfish? “I know,” it came out quieter than he’d intended, “I understand that you’re angry but I need you to listen to me. I didn’t lie, I had to attend to some business in Mystic Falls and I…” he trails off, unsure whether to keep it up with the poor excuses he’s sure she is not listening to. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you, not for a moment. I had to see you. Though now I am realising that this was a mistake. I’ll leave, if that’s what you wish.”
She understood why he’d done it and in a way - in many ways, she was thankful. He’d never be able to give her what she had. Sure, a big house in New York that he could give. Hell, he could take her all over the world. --- But kids? Marriage? None of those could even go in a sentence with his name in it. At first she didn’t understand why that meant he couldn’t be in her life, but she understood later; that they’d never be able to move on unless he just left - and so he did. It had completely broken her and he hadn’t been there to comfort her, only Matt, who’d never understood what they had. “Mhm, mm. Right. ” Alice swallows thickly before letting out a short sigh. She didn’t need to hear his excuses for barging into her home. He went to Mystic Falls, thought of her and came all the way to New York to stalk and visit her? Unless he’d kept track of her all these years, but he hoped he hadn’t. That was just so hard to think about, in a heart aching way. “Do you think I just stopped thinking about you?” This was definitely a mistake, he should have stayed wherever the hell he’d been. Mystic Falls, Europe, New Orleans, all the places he never got to take her to. “Don’t you think I wish every day, that I had this, with you?” Tears began to pool in her eyes but she refused to blink them away to the point that his image became a blur. “You’re selfish for coming here - and I wish I hated you. That’s what I wish.”
malevolentklaus:
“Don’t you?” he raises a brow. “Because if not, I’d gladly correct that.” He moves to stand behind her, swift and smooth. His arms wrap around her middle, pressing her closer, lips hovering over her ear. “Anything. Just name it.” Dipping his head, Klaus places two kisses on her neck before pulling back.
He takes the box, eyeing it for a moment before his eyes land on the proud smile tugging at the corners of Alice’s lips. It made the gift more personal and him - more eager to open it. “That’s certainly lovely. Thank you.”
“I’m fine. I do have everything I need,” she laughed a bit before her heart jumped a little in her chest at his fast movement. The laugh turned nervous, however she was just surprised. He definitely needed to stop doing that, even though she didn’t mind the way he was holding her. “Not now.” A grin plastered on her lips, she turned around to roll her eyes at him. Later though, definitely. “Let’s open them!”
malevolentklaus:
The sight of the children was indeed surprising, and though he’d know that Alice would move on, the pang in his chest didn’t hurt any less. He let her go, he told her to go out there and pursue the life she wished for, he admitted that he would only set her back if they wasted more time. It was all him. For a moment there, he felt that he’d made a mistake. Perhaps he should’ve let her be, live her perfect little life with her perfect little family and keep her in the side of his brain where he kept everyone else who had made an impact on him throughout his life. Perhaps he should have never set foot into this town until well after she’d passed and all that was left a sweet memory, and not this bittersweet reality. But he couldn’t help himself. Klaus chuckles at the innocent mistake and slaps the sweetest smile on his lips as he bends his knees, placing his plams on top of his knee caps. He regards the child with no ulterior motive in his eyes, a sight so rare he thinks that not even Alice has seen him regard anyone as such more times than there are fingers on her hands. “Looks like you can’t wait to grow up.” He straightens his posture as the kids scurry off to play and clears his throat before looking at Alice again. “Allow me to help you with the dinner. It’s the least I could do for showing up unannounced,” he adds, keeping up the faux facade and hoping that’s only what it will take to get some time alone with Alice.
Seeing Klaus kneel in front of her child had her heart skipping a beat, not because it was cute - although it was, but she was scared. Was he jealous? Was her here to hurt and destroy what he left her to become? Alice couldn’t help but seek for ulterior motives. Anything he did, she analysed into detail but she couldn’t find anything. Why was he acting like nothing happened, why was he even here? He’d told her to move on and she had. Her past was her past. She didn’t speak of it, not even with Matt. Seeing her child run to play, she finally let out a heavy breath that she’d been holding in, a facade to make sure her kids didn’t think anything was wrong. How could she possibly explain her relationship with Klaus anyway? “No. No way,” she let out in a heavy breath. The woman collected herself, trying to get out any words that would make sense in the anger bubbling in her chest. “You’re --- out. Get out.” her voice cracked slightly but she still approached him; slowly, an obviously displeased expression on her face and her eyebrows knitted together. “You have no right to be here. This is my life now and you’re not in it. You made sure of that.” How didn’t matter that she’d always love him, because her ‘always’ was just a fraction of the life he’d already lived.
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malevolentklaus:
“Frankly speaking, my selection was limited.” He approaches Alice slowly, never taking his eyes off her, grin in place. In his hand rests a long, rectangular, green box with a red ribbon. He’d considered his go-to black box with white ribbon but had decided to adhere to the theme. “But I still think this is a choice well made. Merry Christmas, love.”
“Why, because I already have everything I need?” the question was pretty serious actually, but she chuckled as she took the box in her hands. It was rather heavy, so she raised a brow at him while in her head trying to guess what it was. It didn’t go well. “Merry Christmas,” she finally reached up to peck his lips. “Oh right.” The girl set down the box she’d received on the table while digging in her purse, finally picking up a small gift box, wrapped in blue paper with a golden ribbon. “This is for you,” she smiled proudly.
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“A deputy, ah.” His smirk dissolves into the rim of his glass in favour of taking a sip. Klaus enjoys the burn as it makes its way down his throat, the bittersweet taste lingering on the tip of his tongue. “He’s doing well for himself, I see. Good for him. Rebekah is doing quite well.” Making a fool out of herself on a tropical island, last time he checked, but he left that tidbit out. No doubt Alice would know what he means. The sound of another voice curls in his ears. A child. He’s reminded of all Alice wished to accomplish, wished to have - everything he could and couldn’t give her, and what he happens to witness falls in the latter category. ”– well, who’s that?” Though that part of him that acted on the impulse to see her wants her back, the other part of him - the one which let her go because she deserved to lead a normal life, prompts him to speak nothing of his impressions.
Alice nodded. “Yes he is,” she said, again forcing a smile. Honestly Alice wouldn’t be surprised if he already knew those things, if he’d been in the neighborhood she kind of felt like he’d been there watching her a while. Although, if he didn’t, the child by her feet was without a doubt a surprise for him and to be honest, Alice felt a little bad for him. Children were one of the reasons they had parted. She wanted them, he couldn’t given her any. Then there were of course the fact that he still looked the same and while she’s taken care of herself and was still young, she’d matured quite a bit both mentally and physically. Looking down and then back up at Klaus, sitting in her kitchen for the first time in real life, she felt a bit sick like he was invading her personal life. “ --- This is Victoria.” She was pretty sure he realized who she was named after, so she didn’t even mention it. “Wanna tell mommy’s friend how old you are, sweetie?” she crouched down to her daughter’s height with a small smile, waiting for the girl to feel comfortable enough to speak in front of the stranger. ‘Three and a half,’ she soon answered, showing with her fingers --- which showed one too many and Alice poked down one of them to correct her. ‘Charlie is almost two’. This time she got the fingers right. “That’s right. Why don’t you go play with Charlie while we make dinner, okay?”
He steps over the threshold purposefully slowly and shoots Alice one last smug grin before he advances with hands clasped behind his back. “Please,” says Alice’s husband and shows him the way. Klaus looks around, quite evidently amused whenever he meets Alice’s gaze and too deceivingly innocent and oblivious whenever her husband claims his attention. He takes a seat, watching as Jordan pours the offered drink in his glass with raised eyebrows. His fingers curl around the glass and he leans back against the chair, eyes wandering around until they settle on Alice. Klaus shifts in his seat, brings the glass close to his lips, but before he takes a sip, he asks, “How is Matt? Still a resident, I’m assuming?” He can feel Jordan’s eyes on him, watching him watch Alice, though he seems far too confident to let the Original’s intrusive gaze bother him.
Alice can’t help but glare when he steps over the threshold with such confidence that Alice also backs out of the way to let him in. “Fine,” she said, bothered by how easily her husband would let in another male that Alice used to know. Although she hadn’t mentioned it was also her ex whom she parted form not because she didn’t love him, but because they loved each other but could unfortunately not share a future together. Not that that was anything she wished to tell Jordan, who had no knowledge of the supernatural, and Alice wished for it to stay that way. “Yes, he’s a deputy,” she said after following the two men inside. “How is Rebekah doing?” Not that she cared, she was simply trying to make conversation that wouldn’t raise her husband’s eyebrows. Soon she felt a soft tug at her dress and the word ‘mommy’ coming from her daughter’s lips. Alice closed her eyes for a moment, figuring this was the last Klaus wanted to see, before looking down. “Not now Vicki. What is it?”
He hadn’t expected her to be happy to see him, but what he’d expect was a less hostile version of a question he could only smirk at. His smirk, however, falters as soon as she mentionsher affiliation to him, soon disappearing to make room for the amused confusion to taint his features. High school friend – of course he plays along. He even adopts the name, although he makes sure that his dislike is evident and that she notices. Alice’s husband nods, introducing himself in return, but Klaus’ eyes don’t stay on him for long, wandering off to Alice at any given opportunity. “I was in the neighbourhood, quite obviously lost. Bad time?” The man disagrees in an overly polite manner, extending an invitation for dinner, which Klaus accepts. Much to Alice’s dislike, he guesses.
Alice shoots him a slightly smug glare at the name she’d given him. Of course, it wasn’t entirely untrue as his name was Niklaus after all, but she had always called him Klaus. Always would. However, she guessed that another name than what she’d call him would be better to keep an illusion that this was not real. He better leave so she can keep moving on, because she needed more time. “Lost, huh? Long time since you were in town? Yes actua---” She was cut off by her husband who, to her dislike, invited Klaus for dinner. “Are you sure? We haven’t planned for it...” Her sentence died out in a mutter while she tugged a little at her husband’s arm, since she didn’t exactly know what to say. The last thing she needed was to connect with Klaus again, as an adult, and for him to see how much she’d made of herself since he left. Sure, she had a husband and children, but she lived in Mystic Falls, which was far away from what she had dreamt of as a child and he knew that very well. As long as Jordan didn’t invite Klaus in, it would be all fine but it was already too late and the man stepped out of the hybrid’s way to let him step inside while Alice accepted her defeat. She didn’t want to cause a scene, it was the last thing she needed next to Klaus appearing at all.
malevolentklaus:
He knows he shouldn’t do it – it’s wrong, immoral. He’s looking at a choice, holding her life in the palm of his hand. He can either secure it or crush everything she’s built so far with just his appearance at her threshold. He should just walk away now. He doesn’t. Morality has no place in the vocabulary of Klaus Mikaelson, and though their separation has been upon mutual agreement, he can’t help it. He has to see her, and he has to do it sporting an American accent and obliviousness when the swing of the door reveals who he supposes is her husband.
“I’m sorry for the intrusion, but, ah, I seem to be a bit lost. This town has changed tremendously in my absence. I was hoping you could–” He’s cut off by the sight of another party joining the conversation. “Alice.”
It was a normal day that day, but what she didn’t know was that it would be her last normal day. It all changed when the doorbell rang that afternoon and Alice told her husband to open the door since she was changing the diaper on their youngest. It only took a moment until she was done however and quickly put the child down, washed her hands and then went out into the hallway to see who was at the door. The voice was similar but with an american accent, she wouldn’t have guessed it was Klaus, not after seven years. When seeing who was standing on the threshold to her house, she wasn’t sure if what she felt in her chest was her heart skipping a beat or sinking down to her feet. After a few moment in silent shock Alice licked her lips. “What do you want?” It sounded more angry than it meant to but he had no right to come here. After seeing the frown on her husbands face, she forced a smile, not wanting to worry him. “This is an old friend of mine, from --- High School. Nick.”
Klaus’ first instict is to shrug, say yeah, whatever, i’ll come with just a look. But the idea of going downstairs and facing her brother, who, dare he add, could benefit from improving his hospitality, again made him think twice. He didn’t like the guy much. Then again, the guy didn’t like him. “Not if your brother is there, I am not. I’d rather pass receiving another death glare. It’s highly uncomfortable.”
Alice looked at him as he seemed to think and then rolled her eyes. Matt might not like Klaus, but he was harmless. Just because he was older didn’t mean he had some sort of grip over Klaus, but of course, it amused Alice that he intimidated him enough for Klaus to not even want to go downstairs. “Yeah well, he’s not actually gonna kill you so... Come on,” she said, motioning towards the door.