<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #80BFBF">Klaus Mikaelson | The King</span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://31.media.tumblr.com/38cffb9a8252d120fc4036252e70d829/tumblr_mygz7bKacJ1rdyevjo1_500.gif">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Klaus loved the look of shock on Mirabelle’s face as he eluded that he knew exactly she wasn’t human.<span style="font-weight: bold">”Come off it love, did you think I would let you around <span style="font-style: italic">my</span> family without fully researching you and every aspect of your life? I thought you’d of figured this out about me by now- but trust is not exactly something I give freely.”</span>To also add into the equation, she was a shadow of the Mirabelle he’d grown with, and the Mirabelle he’d grown with was a sciphoner. It was how she’d summoned Mikael and his siblings though to keep from him. It was only logical to conclude<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>Mirabelle had inherited a fraction of her power. All too soon the redhead before him was muttering about how Klaus didn’t have to go and accompany her anywhere. How she was likely to just party herself out and crash there.<br/><br/>Wrinkling his nose the hybrid glowered for a moment pressing his lips into a scowl.<span style="font-weight: bold">”How amusing for you to think that I <span style="font-style: italic">have</span> to do anything. I offered to accompany you for reasons as stated before. I will not be swayed from it.”</span>The hybrid grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. He bit back a growl as she continued to push him, suggesting they go do something fun- the two of them. He was almost amused until she had to go and accuse him of killing people and ruling for fun.<span style="font-weight: bold">”I rule for the necessity of my daughter. That is something you will <span style="font-style: italic">never</span> understand. Everything you see here, my siblings paved way to! I kill those who dare go against me. Those who would hurt my family- to take away one of the only things I have come to care for in centuries!”</span>Klaus scolded, his voice rising for a moment.<br/><br/>Sure, he was a monster. And he tended to kill when his temper was aroused. But there was usually a rhyme and reason behind his actions. Control. And that control had become oh so much more important since his Little Wolf had become pregnant with his miracle child. That child would know her father as the brave king, the king who’d set a better world for her to live in. The benevolent king who’d do anything for his daughter to keep her safe. He may be the monster in the world’s stories; but to his daughter he’d be a hero. Klaus would not be the uncivilized bastard beast- but the father who’d laid everything he had down for her. His daughter would never know the cruelty that Mikael had put him through; the betrayal that Esther had pushed onto him. Never would she lose the light and love he wanted to bestow to her. Teeth still gritted it was then he realized that Mirabelle was still waiting for an answer.<br/><br/>Clearing his throat the hybrid took a moment to compose his temper.<span style="font-weight: bold">”If we’re to go out, I suggest you change into something more presentable. Can’t exactly take you anywhere dressed like… that.”</span>Any insult he had died on his tongue and the hybrid cocked an eyebrow. He wasn’t sure that Mirabelle, well this one, could or would appreciate any finery such as art. Perhaps he could take her to see some jazz. Since she seemed to think him a monster who enjoyed killing in his spare time; Klaus was determined to prove her wrong. There was a small hole in the wall kind of dinner that had the most talented jazz musicians he’d seen in a long while perform. Then there was the gallery on Dauphine street. It’d be a quiet night and far better than going to whatever party she’d wanted to go to. However, he was curious if she didn’t want him to go with her to the frat party because she was embarrassed of him- or had something to hide.<span style="font-weight: bold">”Why would you change your plans Mirabelle? Keeping something from me? Or just mortified to be seen with the monster of New Orleans?”</span><br/><br/>The accusation hung heavy off Klaus’ tongue as he tried to look uneffected. Should it be because she didn’t want to be seen with him, the hybrid wouldn’t really know how to react. It wasn’t as if she was the first person to not want to be seen with him in public. He was feared, hated, and unwelcomed anywhere he went. Which is why he tried so little to make friends. Why Klaus pretended he cared nothing for no one. But should it be because she was hiding something- Klaus would be incredibly displeased. It would be far worse should she be hiding something then she just being reluctant to be seen with him. No,if she was hiding something from Klaus would not rest until he’d unearthed her secret. And should he deem it worthy of treachery so help her. What a slap in the face it would be to have the being he used to love betray him, like everyone eventually came to do around him.<br/><br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #40BF40">Sage Collins | The Invisible</span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://33.media.tumblr.com/ccd7a9fdf1b97ba4ae1128d45d9b88ac/tumblr_mtl8xmChj51rfhgr7o1_500.gif">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>She was so drained, her heart fluttered weakly in her chest while Sage herself felt like she may throw up at any moment. Her head was just a vortex of pain and lightheadedness, making it rather difficult to focus on anything the vampire was saying at the moment. What was done was done, she had faith in her magic. She had done the spell immaculately, with every scrap of energy she could muster. Ears ringing, Sage brought a small hand up to her forehead, wiping off the light varnish of sweat there.<span style="font-style: italic">”-r dreams will slowly turn to nightmares as you have visions of me finding a way in this dingy hole, dealing you unimaginable suffering."</span>If she had the strength, Sage would've scoffed in this vampire’s face. What a cruel creature stood on her doorway and it was then the anger began to dissipate from her veins. In place of fright, she felt pity.<br/><br/>What a sorry creature, killing in the night and tormenting those around him. It must be a lonely life. However, she said none of this taking to instead just focus on evening her breathing. Sage’s legs were still like jelly as she laid on the floor of her apartment’s flat staring up at the ceiling.<span style="font-weight: bold">”Or perhaps you can accept the truth of the matter. This is your fault, I wouldn’t of had to intervene in saving an innocent life had you not tried to take one.”</span>She murmured, voice hoarse with exhaustion. Of course he could not accept that, and Sage didn’t waste her breath in trying to rebuttal him. Minutes passed before she felt as if she could stand, and very shakily did the little druid attempt it. Slowly, oh so slowly did weakened legs unfold, allowing her to stand to her full frame, about 5’ even. She was never very tall, but neither was anyone in her mother’s family.<span style="font-weight: bold">”I don’t imagine you’re going to stand out there all night?”</span>Sage asked innocently, sauntering near the door; but never quite passing it.<br/><br/>She’d allow it’s frustrations to take the better of the vampire before stepping out. Large, innocent eyes studied his face, trying to place exactly which Mikaelson it was. Couldn’t be Klaus, no the hybrid had an ego the size of a small country. He’d of spoken his name, or status, far before Sage attempted the spell. From what she heard of the eldest, at least the eldest living Mikaelson, he was nobel. Not one to so crassly drain a girl on the streets. That left Rebekah Mikaelson and Kol Mikaelson. It certainly wasn’t the former; which left Kol. The wild one from what the witches whispered. The vampire which had run with witches for about a century. The soft overhead light of her flat illuminated her face as Sage took yet another step towards the door- to mock or challenge was unclear. It was getting late, she’d like to get to sleep but she doubted the Mikaelson would leave her be until then. Which left her other option and testing if her spell worked or not.<br/><br/>A coward was something Sage refused to be, so she took another step towards her splintered doorway, holding the Mikaelson’s gaze with a fierce expression. If he was going to kill her he’d do it eventually… Right? As she paused, just within the safety her flat yielded Sage could feel her mouth go dry. This was her moment of truth. Refusing to allow her gaze falter, Sage took a hesitant step<span style="font-style: italic">out</span>from her flat, heart pounding as she was now completely vulnerable. Well, unless her spell worked. The vampire before her looked amused, and more than a little murderous. If this didn’t work, Sage was dead. She was only mere centimeters from him, away from the safety of her apartment and there was no way she was getting back in unless her spell was a success.<span style="font-weight: bold">”Go on then . I believe you left off at unimaginable suffering.”</span>She purred, as confident as a lion among zebra.<br/><br/>Of course she was scared, trembling on the inside as she regarded the vampire with a gelid apathy. In a move of complete brazen confidence Sage lifted her head, exposing the pale pallor of her throat to the Mikaelson. Blood was still smeared on her collarbones from her earlier nosebleed, and the air about her seemed to still. This was either the showiest move of confidence Sage had ever displayed; or her stupidest idea yet. However the best way to face death walking was with confidence; and perhaps she’d slightly cow him. However her thoughts were skidded to a halt when she felt a cool hand wrap around her throat and for a moment her heart sunk. Had her spell not worked? Biting her lip, blood pounding in her throat Sage furrowed her brows together, waiting for the Mikaelson’s hand to apply any sort of force to suffocate her, rip her head off- anything. She stood there for a good while, hand lightly around her throat before Sage realized her spell<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>worked. He could touch her, but couldn’t harm her and a victorious smile took place on her lips.<span style="font-weight: bold">”Well, would you look it that? Looks like I’ll live to see another day.”</span>Sage’s brogue was thick and heavy as she tried to hide how smug she was.<span style="font-weight: bold">”Mind taking your hand off my throat now? Not much you can do now lad.”</span>