He’d thought they’d grown past this. Constantly trying to outdo one another. Grasping for power or freedom, whichever seemed more attainable at the time. Klaus was tired of it, and found himself staring at his darling sister with dead eyes, any hint of love they’d harbored now quelled by an ultimate sadness that he could not compete with.
“I always believe you,” he grimaced, his voice graveled and his eyes yellowing outward in. “I always believe that my baby sister, who I’ve loved, protected, and shared centuries with couldn’t possibly try to put me down and yet...” the Hybrid trailed off, his eyes filled gold now and his fangs dropping dangerously. He’d never bitten Rebekah before, and he’d never intended to, but his heart felt stunned. “More the fool I, I suppose, eh, Beks?”