@fourthseal : Hey what did Vanya write abt Klaus in her book? :3 ––––––––––––– excerpts from extra ordinary .
* CHAPTER FOUR : THE SEANCE . as children, klaus and i must have been the most isolated from the group at large. not the closest, but together in our outcast natures : me without any powers & him with powers less tactically useful in battle than the others. i don’t think father ever saw much worth in him, either. for the most part, i saw our numbering as an easy system of how our father viewed us — luther his favorite, the golden child, and myself at number seven, practically invisible in the great mister hargreeves’ eyes — but i think klaus was the exception, because father was harsher on him than any of us.
sometimes klaus would disappear, when we were little. sometimes for hours, sometimes for longer — father said it was special training of some kind, the one and only time i was brave enough to ask where my brother had gone. i wish i had pressed the issue more. it’s one of many things i can wish in hindsight, now that i have escaped the confines of that house. what i do know is that klaus would come back from these training sessions shaken, less enthusiastic, hollow - eyed. music helped keep the ghosts at bay sometimes, so i’d play violin for him those nights and others; he would sneak into my room after curfew and sit on my tiny bed and i would play whatever i was working on over and over, improvising new songs when we got sick of the paganini.
these were some of the few moments i felt truly included, like i could be of any use to the rest of them. i couldn’t help but wonder about klaus’ hatred of his own powers, even when i saw him like this. if i had powers, i thought, i’d learn to be brave for them. no matter how scary they may be, at least he was special — i would have given anything to trade places with him, i think. for all the bad, at least he was part of it all.
after five disappeared and ben died, things changed for all of us, but it must have been the worst for klaus — i think he’d started drinking before that, but i only noticed it being a problem after ben’s death. we were sixteen. father didn’t lock his liquor cabinet, and klaus took full advantage of that oversight, often to disastrous effect; i don’t think he ever got hungover because i don’t think he ever stopped being drunk. it seemed to me that he changed practically overnight. he was sneaking out, he was high or drunk almost all the time; father stopped including him in missions or he quit, one of the two, and that was that. within a few years, my brother went from being one of the world’s most famous heroes to living on the streets doing whatever drugs he could get his hands on, alternating between rehab and homelessness.
