Dealings with an Original | Jamie & Klaus
"Oh, yes. We raised him. My siblings and I taught him everything he knows from how to read and write to mounting a horse and we were happy. At least until we fled New Orleans in the early 1900’s to escape my own father’s wrath. We were separated in the streets- they were all aflame, people were screaming and although Marcel had been a vampire for several decades by this point, he was no match for it and it was only after we’d escaped we realized we’d lost him. Thinking him dead, we mourned as he hadn’t just been a friend of mine- he’d become family- a son and a brother to us all," he paused to swallow, a sigh escaping pressed lips. The aftermath of New Orleans had been a dark time and one he didn’t like to think of. He and Elijah had gone their separate ways to deal with their grief in their own ways, Rebekah staying by his side of as she was prone to do.
Klaus cleared his throat as if to rid the memories from the forefront of his mind before continuing. “Now, my father wasn’t exactly known for his manners or lenient temper. He had been determined to stop at nothing until he’d ended my life no matter the cost so you can imagine my surprise to find him alive and thriving when I ventured back here five hundred years ago on a tip that a witch was plotting against me. I pushed aside the resentment because he was alive and well. At least until I realized he taken everything from me- my town, my old home, my family insignia- and hadn’t looked back, casting us aside as if we were below him.” He paused, shrugging. “It wasn’t hard to align myself with the witches conspiring not against me but Marcel after that.”
Jamie listened intently and when she saw the internal struggle he had over talking about the past part of her wanted to reach out and console him. It was an odd feeling to have for someone who had been threatening your life time and time again and yet it still flourished after all of that. She refrained from reaching out physically, knowing the moment she showed any sort of empathy or sympathy for him he would retract and possibly remove himself from this situation entirely seeking another witch's help and she couldn't take that chance. Taking another sip of her drink she listened to more of his story, mulling over everything he had told her so far. "So you're mad at Marcel for taking over this city after you had fled from it? I don't understand that." She said to him curiously. To her it didn't make sense. If any of her friends would succeed that greatly she would be happy for him and yet this man before her was the exact opposite. It didn't make sense, even for a man with a heart as black as his, to feel that way about this situation. She slowly found herself wanting to understand Klaus more than researching this story for possible suspects.
