There For The Taking || Klaus & Elijah (1720s New Orleans)
Without hesitation, he pushed upward with his body, rolling them so that he was now on top. He pinned Klaus’ hands against the bed and used his legs to pin down the other man’s hips. “Then prove that you are a challenge for me.” His tone had came out more vicious and threatening than he had intended but there was no taking it back now. He knew Klaus could easily remove him from where he was, but that’s what he was counting on.
All at once, Klaus felt his eyes and teeth begin to change again. While being pinned down certainly wasn’t an outcome he was opposed to, every inch of his body was preparing to fight. Ah, chaos, his favorite. They’d be lucky if anything in the room survived what was essentially a hurricane meeting a volcano.
With all of his strength, he pushed back, sending Elijah crashing into the wardrobe several feet away, then he was on his feet, replacing his hand around his brother’s throat and lifting him up from the floor. He could destroy him right there. Just tighten his grip and watch Elijah’s head roll across the room, and that was the thought that made him smirk as his eyes traveled over the body he held in front of him. “Had enough yet?”











