#adarktwistedfantasywp

[saintsir4n]

SINS OF THE FATHER

warnings: death, murder, gore, blood.

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KLAUS was cautious was his steps. The stench of blood threatened the veins beneath his eyes to appear. He would’ve sworn he was in a dream of sorts. The bloody and the battered bleeding into the dark streets of the quarter. It was practically an imitation of his earliest work. Victims tried to reach up, and call for help but when they spotted his stoic gaze they knew there was no hope.

He was a beast to them. Half wolf, half vampire. And how could a monster like him help?

His back straightened up when he caught more movement, frantic and desperate movement only yards away.

Sobs wrecked through the body of a young man who was not facing him. He seemed overcome with the guilt, the horror he had created.

And Klaus gazed upon him, mouth agape and eyes wide.

“Malachai…” he breathed out, startling his son, who snapped his head around. His hands raised up in surrender, ensuring he was there to help, whatever this was. “It’s okay.”

But Malachai sobbed once more, shaking his head, muttering something through his cries.

“Please don’t tell mom.”

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a/n:

this randomly came to me.