#✧ [ Visage ] Niklaus ✧

[starliitstories]

[warriorxprincess]

[habeascorpseus]

dont mind me, just thinking about Chip's consistent motif of drowning and the fact hes the only one not protected by niklaus plot armor. haha super funny that chip met niklaus by accidentally managing to get into his realm after falling asleep and waking up drowning in the ocean. absolutely riveting that the cat-scratch induced nightmare that effected chip the most physically was one where he was pulled into the depths of the water by black tentacles and woke up coughing out saltwater. absolutely incredible that chip's final nightmare lead him to arlin who was at the bottom of the sea. how the monsters in his mind were corrupted black sludge that had painted itself in the visages of his friends and how the moment they crossed into the black sea that nightmare became reality. how he has the highest corruption level in the group currently because of an extra point i CANNOT pinpoint the source of and how his character attribute from the start has been the haunted one. how the black sea took from every person who survived and that perhaps something in chip has been gone from the very beginning. how episode 104 began with a song literally called At The Bottom, sung by chip saying that hes "searching for something i just cant find," "falling down in the hole, you know the trap is set, slowly losing control" "dont come looking for me when it's my turn- dont come looking for me at the bottom." thinks about chip getting dragged into the depths. thinks about how niklaus' only desire for chip was for him to not interfere in some way or another. thinks about a trap laid 10 years before that dragged his ship to the bottom of the sea. thinks about the map that only captain rose could read leading chip to the place that nearly destroyed the black rose pirates entirely. thinks about chip, the growing corruption within his body, and the depths. how all that hes been searching for is there at the bottom. how swimming only delays the inevitable, and then you sink. like. thats awesome. thats so cool. surely all of these things are unrelated

[critdeeznuts]

god (grizzly) has favourites and his name is NIKLAUS HENDRIXXXXXXX

BLESSED BE BLESSED BE 🙏🙏 THE LORD HATH BLESSED HIM WITH THE VISAGE OF THE DIVINEEE 😍😍😍😍😍💜💜💜🙌🙌

[morningstargirl666]

WIP WEDNESDAY #1

Divide We Fall - Chapter 2 -

I got a lovely comment on this fic recently, so I decided to share something from it. I do intend to update it eventually but I’m stuck in the middle of the chapter 😭 I’ve written the beginning and the end, its just the middle that’s giving me grief lol. I’m pretty sure I’ve shared bits and pieces from this before, but then I rewrote it at some point, and it’s going to be a lot of words, so might as well share the beginning, eh?

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The first time Klaus killed a man, it was a mistake. An accident. A slip of control. 

He had always known one day he would take a life, that one day he’d have to swing his sword and go for the killing blow, and not the playful parry he would exchange with the likes of Elijah or Kol. Mikael always claimed he didn’t have the stomach for it, that when the moment came, Klaus would freeze and his enemy would slay him where he stood. For a long time, those words haunted him, still too much the little boy who would bring baby starlings to his mother’s door hoping she could save them, rescuing the little feathery things after they fell from the safety of their nest. Or still too much the wiry teenager who handed the knife to his younger sister when he couldn’t bring himself to slit the trembling rabbit’s throat, caught in one of their father’s traps. Rebekah always was better with a knife than he was, he used to tell himself. It wasn’t because he was weak. It wasn’t.

He forced himself to believe that it would be different, that for family, he would do anything to save them. Even if it meant staring his enemy in the eye and watching the life drain from their eyes.

But the first time he killed a man, Klaus didn’t look into his eyes as he died. He was too busy ripping apart the man’s throat, gorging on the blood gushing out of his carotid artery, vision white from the euphoria and bloodlust, finally, finally quenching his thirst. Then he moved onto the next villager, a girl a few years older than him this time, one that he once picked flowers for back when he was fourteen summers old and hopelessly sweet on her. She wouldn’t stop screaming, he would remember afterwards, but in the moment he was too busy feeding to notice because he was so, so hungry and he just wanted his throat to stop hurting, why did it hurt so much? 

And why was the girl’s skin cold under his touch? Why were his clothes soaked in blood? W-Why was he out on a full moon? Why, mother, why, why does it hurt so much-

His victims did not die an honourable death. He wasn’t slaying his enemies in battle, carving a tally of his kills onto the pommel of his sword like Mikael used to do. This wasn’t even a fair fight.

This was a slaughter.

Those first few decades as a vampire - even the first century - were stained by the blood on his hands he never did quite wash off, no matter how hard he scrubbed them raw. Back then he still had some slither of mercy; back before Niklaus became Klaus.

And that was the lesson he learned the hard way: this world had no room for Niklaus, the little boy who crushed flowers and berries into paint and saved little starlings that had fallen from the nest. This world was cruel and vicious, and if Klaus wanted to survive, he’d have to be cruel and vicious too. Ruthless. Dangerous.

One might say he succeeded in that goal far too well.

Blood sprayed across the walls, bodies dropping left and right as he tore through the soldiers, teeth bared and claws extended. His monstrous visage flashed in the darkness every time a gun fired, the flash of the bullet illuminating his form for barely a second before he attacked, the last sight the soldiers saw before they met their end. Even their vervain and wolfsbane-laced bullets couldn’t stop him; the hybrid moving too fast for them to aim accurately, any lucky shots only enraging him further, lethal fangs going for the throat in a vicious display of violence.

One by one, the soldiers fell. And one by one, Klaus let the snarl twist and curl across his face, driven feral by the maddening smell of blood in the air. Eventually, only one soldier remained, a frightened cadet all alone in the dark. The man shakily raised his gun, aiming for centre mass.

Klaus pounced, grabbing the assault rifle with one hand and pointing it to the ceiling just as the soldier opened fire. In a single motion, Klaus had thrust his hand into the soldier’s chest, clawing through his insides and tearing out the heart without hesitation. It was over in seconds, the soldier’s heart falling from Klaus’ fingers moments after the body fell.

A fierce grin stretched across his blood-splattered face and Klaus raised his hand, about to lick the blood off his fingers. Then a gun cocked behind his head.

Klaus froze.

“Don’t move, beast.” A voice spat.

Klaus dared to tilt his head slightly in the hunter’s direction. He couldn’t be killed, but even a wooden bullet to the head would still knock him out for the foreseeable future, and he’d rather not give the human such an opportunity to incapacitate him. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

He considered possible paths to take, calculated whether he was fast enough to dodge the bullet at such close range. Klaus decided to take the chance. He raised his hands slowly, faking surrender. Unknown to the hunter, his eyes were blazing yellow, black veins crawling across his cheeks as his fangs erupted from his gums.

Then he spun, a blur of motion-

Muscles tensing, senses firing-

Eyes widening at the sight of the barrel of the gun closer than he guessed-

Suddenly, he was shoved backwards as another blur pushed the hunter’s handgun to the side as it fired, the bullet only just skimming its intended target - his head. Klaus stared as Caroline leaped onto the soldier’s front, legs around his waist, golden hair flying around her like a halo, tearing away the protective gear that covered the human’s neck and sinking her fangs into his carotid artery. The human screamed, deafening, piercing in its agony, Caroline ravaging the flesh at his neck. In a matter of seconds, she had snapped his spine, falling with his body to the concrete floor that was already stained red with pools of the hunter’s blood.

Silence fell.

Caroline’s heavy breaths were the only thing that broke it. Klaus watched as she slowly got to her feet, stumbling slightly as she tripped over the body, turning around to face him. Her lips and the skin around her mouth were bloody, the red liquid dripping down her chin and smearing her beautiful complexion. A few strands of her golden hair were sticky, smothered in blood, framing her furious expression as she kicked the prone body for good measure. Her chest heaved as she regained her breath, neck flushed from exertion, drawing his attention to her cleavage.

Klaus swallowed, all the heat in his body travelling south.

“Caroline.” He breathed softly, barely believing she was standing in front of him after all these years. Their eyes met, and for a moment time seemed to slow, Klaus reminded of the last time she had looked at him like that, watching him leave that day in the woods.

Then that moment was broken, Caroline’s eyes flickering to something over his shoulder, widening in panic.

“GET DOWN!”

For the second time that night, Caroline rushed towards him in a blur of supernatural speed, slamming into him and sending them both crashing to the ground. Bullets tore through the air in the spot where their bodies had previously been standing, one catching Caroline’s shoulder as they fell. Hearing her cry, Klaus instantly wrapped a hand round her waist, flashing them to safety behind an alcove, the bullets trying to follow them. He pushed her as close to the wall as he could, shielding her body with his own.

Then he waited.

In less than a minute, the bullets stopped, and the soldier that had caught them unaware was cursing, scrambling to reload. Klaus snarled, flashing out of cover and straight towards the soldier, grabbing him by the neck before he could even raise his gun. Lifting him high into the air with one arm, Klaus felt his fangs drop, revealing his monstrous visage, delighting in the terror flooding the hunter’s face. With a great heave of his hybrid strength, he threw the hunter through the nearest window, smashing the glass with a loud shatter and sending the screaming human to plummet to his death.

“Klaus?”

He turned immediately at her hushed call, flashing to her side. She had stood up, stepped away from the wall and was inspecting the wound on the shoulder, hissing slightly as she moved her clothing out the way.

“Are you alright?” He asked worriedly, hands moving to help her.

Caroline grumbled, hissing again as he caught a particularly tender spot. “I’m fine.”

“It grazed you-” He realised, concern rising upon seeing the burnt flesh.

“I said I’m fine.” She snapped.

Klaus stepped back, letting his hands fall, smothering the flash of hurt that spiked in his chest momentarily. As far as how he had imagined their reunion, this was certainly more similar to one of his more morose versions, cooked up on particularly despairing days when a bottle of bourbon was close by. Something of the emotion must have shown on his face, or perhaps he recoiled too quickly at her curt outburst, as Caroline looked up at him guiltily. 

“Sorry.” She mumbled, looking at her feet, the dried tear tracks on her face noticeable to him for the first time in the moonlight glinting through the window. Klaus clenched his jaw, wishing he had the time and security to tear every hunter in the building apart.

“Don’t be, love.” He said quietly, pushing the bloodied strands of hair away from her face. “It’s good to know you haven’t changed.” He tried to remark lightly, but it fell flat, both of them aware that although they hadn’t changed for the most part, still them, the world around them had.

Klaus glanced in both directions, checking again that the coast was clear. After all that gunfire, there was no doubt more soldiers on the way. They needed to move.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing her hand, their fingers interlocking with ease, “we need to get out of here.”

He moved, stepping away, intending to pull her with him, but Caroline planted her feet, refusing to move as she shook her head.

“No, Klaus, I have to find Bonnie!” She protested.

The Bennet witch?

Klaus frowned. “Caroline-”

“She wasn’t there for the blast, she must be still alive-” She rambled hysterically, backing up and pulling away from his grip, dodging him as he tried to grab her again. She turned, eyes wild, looking in the direction he had seen her run from. Was she thinking of going back? Surely she wasn’t that idiotic.

She started to move, and Klaus realised she wasn’t idiotic, just still as self-sacrificing and infuriatingly loyal as he remembered her to be.

“Caroline.” He snarled, managing to snag her uninjured shoulder, spinning her to face him. “If the witch is still alive, and if she has any sense, she’ll be running just like us-”

“What if she isn’t? What if they’ve captured her?” She snarled right back, angry and hurt and afraid-

“Then getting yourself killed by going back isn’t going to help her!” He yelled in her face, eyes flashing hybrid gold.

Caroline froze, flinching in his grip as his voice rose.

-Turns out he was afraid too.

He swallowed, his hands dropping from her shoulders, letting her step backwards, away from him. His arms rose again, hands twitching towards her, as if trying to comfort her but realising too late he was now the object of her unease. “Caroline, please.” He begged, eyes softening, and offered her his hand. “Come with me.”

He watched as she looked down the hallway, back towards where the soldiers had come from, screams faintly piercing the silence if you listened closely. Then she turned back to him, meeting his eyes. One last tear fell, sliding down her blood stained cheek.

“We’ll find Bonnie after?” She asked, voice small and broken.

Klaus swallowed.

“I promise.” He vowed. “But now we need to run.”

A moment passed. Caroline bit her lip. Then, slowly, she placed her hand in his and nodded.

Klaus breathed a sigh of relief.

He pulled her towards him, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and bringing her close to his side, glancing behind them as they began to walk away at a hurried pace. “Come on, I’ve got you, love.”

And then they ran.

[masterofbiography]

Elijah est né en 976 dans un petit village d'Amérique connu aujourd'hui sous le nom de Mystic Falls. Il s'agit du troisième enfant et deuxième fils de Mikael et Esther, deux propriétaires norvégiens ayant quitté leur pays avec leur fils Finn après la "mort" de leur fille, Freya. En vérité, cette dernière avait été prise par Dahlia, la sœur d'Esther en tant que paiement pour le service qu'elle avait rendu à sa sœur. Elijah est ainsi le premier de sa fratrie à être né dans le Nouveau Monde et fut suivi par trois frères, Niklaus, Kol et Henrik ainsi qu'une sœur, Rebekah. La perte de Freya avait rendu Mikael sévère envers ses enfants, estimant que ces derniers devaient apprendre à survivre. Il était de ce fait craint par ses enfants, y compris Elijah. Durant leur vie d'humain, Elijah et Klaus étaient tous deux amoureux de Tatia, une descendante d'Amara. Même si elle était veuve et avait un enfant, beaucoup de villageois souhaitaient l'épouser. La famille vivait également aux côtés de loups-garous. Un soir de pleine lune, Niklaus et Henrik allèrent voir la transformation mais Henrik fut attaqué. Dans l'objectif de s'assurer que le reste de la famille survive, Esther utilisa un sort qui ferait de ses enfants des immortels. Après être devenus des vampires, la famille détruisit le chêne blanc, seule arme pouvant retirer leur immortalité. Toutefois, la nature rétablit un équilibre et de ce fait, pour chaque force, il y avait une faiblesse, aucune n'étant plus forte que le désir de ce qui les avait fait immortels : le sang humain. Ils devinrent ainsi les premiers vampires, connus sous le nom de Vampires Originels. Au 12ème siècle, il vécut un temps avec Alexander, un chasseur de vampire qui ignorait pendant un temps la véritable nature de ses compagnons. Mais un jour, Alexander planta une dague dans le coeur de Elijah, Rebekah et Klaus. Mais ce dernier étant à moitié loup-garou, la dague n'eu aucun effet sur lui, et il tua par vengeance Alexander et les 4 autres chasseurs mais il se retrouva hanté pendant plus de 50 ans par la malédiction des chasseurs. En 1492, Elijah tomba amoureux de Katerina Petrova mais cette dernière s'enfuit après avoir apprit que Klaus comptait la sacrifier pour briser le sortilège muselant son coté loup-garou. A la (pseudo) mort de Kol, tué par Klaus pour le garder près de lui, Elijah abandonna Klaus et Rebekah, convaincu que Klaus représentait un danger. A la(pseudo) mort de Rebekah, Elijah nourrit le désir de tuer son frère. Mais ne trouva pas d'occasion jusqu'à la découverte d'Elena. Bien qu'il soit âgé de plus de mille ans, Elijah est un très bel homme qui semble avoir été transformé vers l'âge de 23-24 ans. Il possède des cheveux court brun ainsi que des yeux noisette. Ses traits de visage sont anguleux : pommettes hautes, mâchoire forte et nez droit. En terme de visage, Elijah ressemble beaucoup à son frère cadet Kol. J'ai une préférence pour le jouer dans la série TVD uniquement, mais ne refuse pas dans TO pour autant, même si ça me plaît moins.

Joue avec : Katherine Pierce ; Elona Petrova

[suchtragedy]

MUSE NAVIGATION !!

aodhán "nick" niklaus jæger (28, hunter): intro - visage - musings - threads

[eeriestatic]

A small heave of a breath left the Agent's lips once he felt palmed contact on his back, though far from uncomfortable as the fall might've been. He didn't even think to consider any apologies immediately while he was trying to gather the question as to whom, or what made him forcefully hit the deck. "At ease--" He muttered, feeling the arrange of handsy contact but not instantly expecting Shiro's sudden strength, that in which felt like he was peeled off the floor like a sticker. His expression was alert and half bordering the potential anticipated blindness if not from Shiro's obscuring silhouette. Staring at him with squinted eyes at first with no recognition at the time his eyes were adjusting to the hunkering frame.

His voice reached him before Shiro's visage did, where his gaze softened up on the spot like his rag doll body. "Shiro? I'm sorry, I didn't-- see you there, my bad," although unintentionally brushing over his question in interest of his well being instead. He didn't get a chance to address it when Shiro went for the chocolate bar and the Agent used that small frame - using his arm to prop himself up a little bit. Niklaus was watching him for that mini moment, registering his words last while eyes were watching the bar now - with quick reactivity. "Wait-" Two digits came up to intervene, shoving in front of the treat before it went into his mouth. "I can give you a fresh one, you don't have to eat that one. Not off the floor." His brows upturned with a small frown.

While his hand remained, albeit Shiro was free to ignore him easily while he found comfortable refuge in his lap. The Agent was using his freehand to reach around for his pocket, but briefly caught by the remark from Shoichi that made his features flinch. "I have to go over there but I don't often go on higher floors, I'm all over the place... Wish they didn't think florescent were a good idea-- oh, actually-" Regardless if Shoichi was fixed on his distance, "have you met Shiro yet?"

eeriestatic​:

When he reached the near end of the shelving, his steps paced down a bit once he heard his strange response, one that made Niklaus look back over his shoulder. Between all the people in here, he knew that they’d have not a trouble replying to the agent, where it only brought on more question at the bizarre matters at hand.

“Someone? What’s the set difference people in here…plus you didn’t answer my question.” Niklaus stated, but this time mid step came rounding the corner of godly hell light Shiro was casted in - and unfortunately… Niklaus’ was caught on him like he tripped over a hidden rock in obscuring fog - his features flitting shock once he failed to catch the shelf and utterly tripping over Shiro. So much the toss down momentum sent the Agent down faster than a falling tree right on his belly with a heavy whump of gear and grunt. His chocolate bar sadly was lost from his grip, sliding away a few feet as Niklaus lie there like he died on the spot… Not even sure what he tripped on in the first place but at least Shiro was more better off from his rooted spot - F to the agent who was cursed with unwanted height.

      When Niklaus’s lanky form tripped over him, he let out a gasp and hooked his fingers into the edge of the bookshelf. But that didn’t help. Moments later, his body tipped over like a bowling pin and he fell on his back by the agent’s side. When he tried pushing himself off the floor, his palm landed on the twin’s back instead. He stubbornly braved the blinding light and pried his eyes open to see Niklaus laying there like an uncoordinated giraffe. That’s when he realized what had happened. In a frenzy, he began patting around the agent’s back and nudged him from side to side in his attempts to get s good grip on him to lift him up, at least enough to turn him over. It took a moment, but with a heave, he managed to pull him into his lap. Shiro towered over him, providing an escape from the neon beam in the respite of his shadow.

      “Are you okay? That was quite the fall” he noted. Through his periferial vision, he caught glimpse of the chocolate bar that lay abandoned on the floor a little out of his reach, but with a bit of effort he managed to stretch his arm out for it and grabbed it. However, looking over the state of it, he let out a sigh and shook his head. “I don’t think you’d want this anymore. Five seconds have already passed… Oh, but me?” he paused and brought it closed to his lips. “It’s not gross enough to deter me.” After making that declaration, he opened his mouth and was about to chomp down on his snack.

      Somewhere behind the two of them, lurking in the contrasting shadow, Shoichi was tilting his head and staring at them with a look of disappointed confusion on his face and his hanging mouth slightly crooked, half grimacing at the sight. A rare expression. The distance he kept from them showed that he was still on edge, not comfortable having others in his proximity, but at the very least he seemed more approachable now than he did prior to entering the library.

      “Good thing yer not working in Containment. You’d have tripped over the safety rail a long time ago,” he snickered.

[malumarca]

HE IS DONE. CHECK OUT HIS BIO.

HE HAS MODERN, BNHA, BSD, OBEY ME and A FANTASY VERSE.

LINK HERE

also tag drop

✧ [ IC ] Niklaus Feehan ✧ ✧ [ Canon ] Struggling Dad ✧

✧ [ BSD Verse ] Division Dragon ✧  

✧ [ Obey Me Verse ] RAD Pact Teacher ✧

✧ [ BNHA Verse ]  The Body Guard ✧  ✧ [ Fantasy Verse ]  The Black Dragon ✧

✧ [ Musings ] Niklaus ✧  ✧ [ Head Canons ] Niklaus ✧

✧ [ Visage ] Niklaus ✧

[deceptivemorals]

tag drop

⚜ family can be our greatest strength or our deepest regret ▬ mikaelsons ⚜ i'm an original; show a little respect ▬ visage ⚜ how dare you come in here and challenge me ▬ attitude ⚜ i'm a man of my word; i make a deal; i keep a deal ▬ quotes ⚜ perhaps i'm not making myself clear here. this is a headcanon ▬ headcanon ⚜ let me assure you my charms are quite adaptable ▬ connections ⚜ you'd be astounded by the things i know ▬ ooc ⚜ hello there ▬ answered ⚜ she didn't make us monsters we did that to ourselves ▬ study ⚜ i’m a special vampire ▬ in character ⚜ sometimes there’s honor in queue ▬ queue ⚜ always and forever ▬ musings ⚜ you left something in my jacket pocket ▬ memes ⚜ family ▬ niklaus ⚜ family ▬ rebekah ⚜ family ▬ kol ⚜ family ▬ freya ⚜ connections ▬ katerina

[mangaien]

tag drop for the ass       

[greyedoccult-blog]

test post but also tags.

✧ ✦ ⋄ 🔮 stephen strange || isms.

✧ ✦ ⋄ 🐺 geralt of rivia || isms.

✧ ✦ ⋄ 🌕 niklaus mikaelson || isms.

✧ ✦ ⋄ ♦ harley quinn || isms.

✧ ✦ ⋄ 🐙 isms.

[harbiinger]

tag dump 4/?

[prettydeada]

NIKLAUS MIKAELSON TAG DROP

* feel free to blog my tag drop tag, theres gonna be a bunch of these. Every time i finish a character page I’m dropping there tags.

( DROP IT LIKE IT’S HOT  | tag drop )

WE ALL MUST STAND ALONE AGAINST OUR DEMONS | niklaus mikaelson

THERES NOTHING IF THERES NO WINE’ | niklaus mikaelson ( interactions )

THE DEVIL WITHIN | niklaus mikaelson ( visage )

DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH | niklaus mikaelson ( mannerisms )

[corignemarchive]

niklaus mikaelson tag drop. 

[hamburgerhelpersotherhand]

Sestri

Katerina Petrova / Sister!Reader

Warnings: Blood, a little angst, and with the slightest x Klaus (if you squint).

Notes: This was originally a req, but I took it in a completely different direction. I guess I just wanted to write about Katherine for a bit, haha (BTW this isn’t like… a romantic pairing or anything.)

It was late in the evening. You sat comfortably in a soft blanketed chaise as the candle, encompassed by an ornate chamberstick, sat by your side and warmly lit up the pages of your book. You doused the flame of the lounge's hearth an hour prior but hadn't yet felt the need to head to bed just yet.

Up until this moment, the night had begun its stride on a good foot… the story you held in your grasp tonight had been one offered to you by a friend of your sister’s, Niklaus. You’d spoken to him and his brother on only a handful of occasions, much preferring to stay home and entertain yourself alone. Katerina had always been drawn to lavish social events, something that often set the two of you apart. She, herself, often hosted these parties, none of which you enjoyed attending for longer than an hour's time. Of course, despite it, Klaus had always been understanding. In fact, he gracefully allowed you to borrow some of his books. However, amidst your reminiscing, a sudden and frantic banging on your front door jolted you back to the present.

"Y/N, open the door — Please!" You recognized the voice, but the inflection it held was something you had very rarely witnessed.

Raising from your seat and dropping your book where you had sat, you picked up the chamberstick and rushed to the entrance.

Once the door was opened, a familiar silhouette greeted you in the dim candlelight. “Katerina?” You questioned breathlessly, a little taken aback by your sister's disheveled appearance. The torch in your hand shook as a gentle breeze brushed past the both of you. The moon was bright above your heads.

Katerina's skirt was covered in mud and other dark stains. Without a second thought, you ushered her in quickly and she wasted no time stepping into the home.

“Get away from the door,” She ordered, tightly grabbing you by the arm and pulling you to the next room over. You hesitated to follow, a firm grip steadying the chamberstick in your free hand. The bedroom would be dark without the candle in your grasp.

"What are you— gAH!" Her nails pierced your skin where her fingers dug in. You reacted quickly, hissing as you reeled back — but Katerina’s grip remained and you could barely flinch out of place.

“I… I-I’m sorry…” Katerina whispers, hesitantly letting you go as you push back.

“Katerina, what has gotten into you!?” You breathe through your teeth, pressing your forearm to your chest as little red beads slid down your skin. It was made more than obvious that she, your eldest sister, had attempted, with little success, to keep up the strong and collected demeanour you had always seen from her in the past. She hesitated to reach out, her hands twitching as she gripped the dirty fabric of her skirt.

“I’m sorry.” She continues to repeat, eyeing your arm as she steps back.

You were uncertain if the dark had begun playing tricks on you but, with a gentle push of your steady arm, you illuminated Katerina's face with the candle's flame. In this obscure light, her visage twisted as she stared on, setting your heart on a race against your mind. You no longer recognize your sister.

As she took a new step forward, you reeled back, hitting the door to the bedroom and stumbling into the foyer. “Don’t— don’t move. D-Don’t you dare!” You stuttered out as the door to the bedroom began to slowly swing closed. Katerina took a few steps forward, swinging her arm forward and slamming the door to the wall — and nearly off its hinges.

With fear beginning to eat away at your composure, you blinked, tucking your lip between your teeth as you tried to rationalize everything that had transpired since she stepped foot through that front door.

But, as she stepped into the candlelight once more, the veil of obscurity ripped away. She slowly lifted her palms to you, a look of fear crossing her eyes. "Don't be scared, please... Please, don't be scared of me." She cried, suddenly clasping her hands together as tightly as she could.

"I'm not," Your voice cracked, and your fingers twitched. You were clearly lying.

You glanced behind yourself and, when you returned to her intense stare, you both knew what would inevitably happen next.

"They’re going to kill you." She stated bluntly. Katerina was always prone to lying when under pressure. It's unfortunate that she rarely stood a chance of doing it well when it came to you. Her tells were beacons you couldn't ignore.

“Who, Katerina!? You haven’t told me a single thing since you’ve arrived!” You began to shout. “And now I can’t even make myself believe this is you… I don’t recognize your face — you look sickly.”

But Katerina had seemingly nothing to say. Her mouth opened and closed aimlessly, puckering like a fish out of water. You were correct, of course, but she hadn't the slightest clue where to begin, even if she wanted to tell you as much as she knew. Her hesitance in action gave way for another back step from you, one to reach the front door, Katerina quickly concluded, but leaving the safety of your home was not an option tonight.

"W-Wait!" She was on you in an instant, knocking you onto the ornate carpet of the foyer with a cracking thud. The chamberstick hit the floor and the flame snuffed from the fall. She cried desperately at you, shouting all the things she wanted you to hear, needed you to hear. Your ears rang as your vision blurred from the impact, but she never once let up.

"Klaus — He wants me dead, Y/N — You have to listen." She slapped your cheek lightly, trying to reel you back to the moment at hand. You jolted slightly, but your eyes continued to blink harshly as you readjust. She continued her vocal assault on your ears, falling from tearfulness to anger rather quickly. You hadn't wanted to listen before, but she needed you to listen now. "We have to get out of here, we can go back to Mama and-" She suddenly stilled.

Katerina blinked, observing your face for a moment. Warmth enveloped your head rather quickly, but Katerina had been too frantic to notice it any sooner. She grabbed your face, observing you closely. Your eyes rolled, but they remained unfocused. You spoke sluggishly, jumbled Bulgarian she barely caught. The smell of blood was thick in the air.

With a heaving chest and frantic eyes, Katerina thought quickly. "I-I know what to do," She spoke to you, pushing back the hairs that stuck to your face. She had seen it done before, only once. A creature such as herself could heal, even turn those who'd drink from them. But a lifetime of this was nothing Katerina wanted for you, her youngest sister. It wasn't fair, was it? Was this selfish of her? "I just hope you'll understand."

For the briefest moment, Katerina presses her forehead to yours, whispering to you breathlessly. "Obicham te tolkova mnogo." After a beat of silence, Katerina pulled her face away. She ripped at her wrist, held your twitching head, and pressed the bleeding limb to your lips.