bakerstreet | Fell Asleep on Meme

(ooc: Open to an eldest sister?)

[The problem with having powers like Hanna's is that, in the end, they're unstable and draining. It took focus beyond measure and an incredible amount of stubborn will to get fire to behave.

A brat she may be, with her love of fluffy pillows and enormous beds, but she's gained a very useful ability over the years: to sleep on literally anything. Hard surface? Check. Cramped bunk? Check. People? Definitely.

Vampires? Same shit, right?

She'd only meant to just lean her temple on his shoulder as they took a cab. She'd only meant to just rest her head and yet...

There she is, drifting in and out of sleep, eyes fluttering. He's illegally comfortable to her right now]

[There are not many that Klaus truly lets in. At some point or another there has been a reason and a reason turned into a need, and Klaus protects those he considers his. He's territorial, more wolf than vampire even on his best of days. If anything the va,prism has heightened his more animal-like qualities.

So as she rests against them, feeling the weight of her head hit his shoulder, his arm wraps around her protectively. It is not that he doesn't think her capable. In fact he only seems to be attracted to blonde women who seem to be able to tell him where to stick it, and be capable of doing it for him if he gets belliegerent enough. Perhaps that is why he likes her all the more. But he is also used to having those which he loves being pulled from him.

And living a thousand years without any rest has him constantly thinking he's on the verge of something. It's why his hand is placed on her side. The cabby looks at them once, and he only manages to stare back before giving a brief smile. It won't be long now til they're in the countryside, safe and sound.]

[The trip to the city had meant to be innocent. Hanna can't even remember why they decided to go? Was it for clothes or did she have some errand to run? The day had stretched far too long for her to remember now.

There was a flurry, a wicked attack Hanna couldn't discern. She had to choose: fight or flight. Flight was no option. Fight was the only way to live. She had only meant to scare and to push back. The fire would've caused a panic but they kept coming, over and over, this thing she didn't recognize or know. Maybe Klaus knew, she didn't care in that moment. Her hands lit up and suddenly she was fire incarnate.

Whatever it was, it ran away after suffering massive burns. Everywhere was fire, and she had to put it back where it went, force it to not eat up the street and the buildings.

Can we go? she pleaded with exhaustion, and Klaus led her away. No, she wasn't a thousand years old, but she knew to trust him because they'd been through the same. Funny how when the world took and left nothing, nothing always found something.

She leans into him a little more by instinct. She's only lucky she didn't collapse right away.]

What were those things?

[Her voice is small, a slurred murmur with words just barely tipping out of her lips.]

[The fact that he's so calm despite the anger he was feeling before they got in the car speaks volumes. They tried to attack her. He wants to wrong his fists, shout bloody murder, and threaten every living thing that tried to take her from him that day. It doesn't matter that she stood her ground, that she showed them she was capable. Because now they know why she's valuable, why he's been trying to hide her for months.

They'll only find a way to use her against him, and it terrifies him. So he's calculating. He's planning out every possible move. They can't stay in the suburbs for long, but they can get out of there for now. It will take her out of the limelight.]

Werewolves. They were controlled by witches. [Which says more about the situation. If it were just the wolves, she could try and get Hayley to negotiate. But this is worse. This is far worse. This stems back to his mother which only adds girl to taking her out more quickly. Quickly his eyes meet hers.]

You aren't safe here any more. They'll try and use your power, take it if they can.

They can't take it.

[For years, she wanted these powers gone. Maybe some small part of her does still want them gone. Fire was pain, destruction and ruin. Why she was born with the power to make the world disintegrate to ash is a mystery to her.

But they couldn't take her power. It was physically impossible. And if she wanted them gone, it wouldn't be like this. The monster of flames that was born with her wouldn't accept such cowardice. She survived by fire, and this kind of fire could only be put out by her.

Her fingers curl on his shirt lightly.] I can't fight like that again, Klaus. [She's struggling to stay awake. If she falls asleep, that could mean she's out for the next three days straight.] They can't find me. Don't let them find me.

[She's run too fast, come too far to let it end like this. She's finally found something again to keep her from sinking into her own anger in Klaus. She can't let that slip and fall prey to the old ways again.]

They'll still try. [Regardless if they physically could, they would go through every magical resource, trying to strip her of it. They would employ any means, possibly making her immortal just to encase her. She's powerful, and she's close to Klaus which isn't a good thing for her to be. But just because Klaus tells her this doesn't mean he isn't going to fight tooth and nail for her. Because if they get her, they might as well have captured him.

So he keeps her drawn close, moving his hand to her cheek to press her against his shoulder. They will pay. For attacking her, for scaring her, for any consequences that this day has wrought. He will rip each one limb to limb regardless if they are bayou wolves or not. His biological father means nothing to him.]

You are safe. I promise.

[She nods in acknowledgement. Hanna knows she's safe with him. Klaus wouldn't betray her, not like the others in her life. The price for simply existing has come all too steep for her.

Hanna stays silent for a few minutes. Her breaths are even and slow. Her body temperature, warmer that most humans, fluctuates as she relaxes against him. In this cab, running from the city, with werewolves hot on their trail, she feels safer than she has in years.]

Where are we going?

[She asks, finally.]

A villa in the countryside. You'll be safer there. [At least until he can figure out some sort of plan, some sort of retaliation. He certainly isn't going to take an attack on someone close to him well. Never mind how they'll try and use her. It's fair to assume they are already planning something else. But so is he. This may be take some favors being called in, but he'll find a way to get some sort of leverage on them.

Everyone has a weakness. They just won't use his.]

It isn't tied to me. You can rest there, sleep some more. I'll be contacting other vampires and witches in the meantime.

You have a villa?

[She's not really sure why she's impressed: they both came from money, his old, hers new. Maybe it's that the idea is new to her that is surprises her. Klaus never seemed the type to know of countryside villas, at least to her.]

Tell me it has huge beds.

[Stupid questions, stupid comments. It keeps her awake enough, keeps her from thinking back on those werewolves. Keeps her from thinking on the destruction she wrought.]

And stupid chocolates on the pillows.

[His arm settles around her again, trying not to laugh at that, but Klaus can understand where she's coming from. It is all a lot to process, especially given that this is her first taste to the enemies that Klaus has. And it never stops. It has been this way for him for near a thousand years, always something with his family.]

I don't think there are chocolates on the pillows. There aren't servants. [Unless he could make more hybrids to do his bidding, but that doesn't look like it's happening any time soon. Anyone else would be too much of a risk.]

But there are lavish beds with plush pillows. You are welcome to any of them. [Maybe that would make her feel better.]

Talk dirty to me, Klaus.

[Not at all an appropriate response, but she doesn't care. When did she ever care?

A small stretch of silent seconds pass. She's seriously wondering how long she'll be out, if this would make her slip into something more serious. Hanna had never fought on this level before.] I might be out for a few days. I'll be in and out of really bad sleep.

[Disoriented, dazed, confused... she can only ever remember those emotions when she wakes up for seconds at a time, then passes out again. Her powers, to her, almost seem more like a condition sometimes.]

[Her response gets a small huff of amusement. That's exactly why he likes her. She's unabashed and unapologetic about it, and he can respect that above all else. Klaus knows where he stands with her at all times, and it's actually refreshing. Because no matter how brash he is, how much he schemes, she knows how to ground him as well.]

I'll see to you. You will be safe. [His tone sobers, letting her rest against him. He doesn't know the first thing about her powers, but whatever she needs, he will see to it personally. He's too involved now. And that is simply his nature. Call it being a control freak, but he's too used to having the things he cares about snatched away.]

[She doesn't know how much time passes between her trying to stay awake and letting darkness flood her mind.

What should be blissful, but instead, plagued by the scent of charred flesh, of screams.

The instinctual groans coming from her throat and the tightening of her fingers on his arm are not normal. It's only been hours, but she's already wondering how many times she'll have to replay the scene over and over.

Hanna hated feeling small. But here she is, at the mercy of an only hours-old memory.

Could they be there yet? Time didn't make sense anymore.]

[It isn't too much longer before they are pulling into the driveway. He spends his time texting those he needs to to set up more of his plan. He needs more people on the ground, getting more information to use against the witches. Things need to be acted on as soon as possible, and he's planning a huge scale plan of retaliation.

When they pull into the estate, he nudges her gently to try and wake her up. His phone is now pocketed, his attention now solely drawn to her.] We're here, love.

[She groans a little. The girl had made a somewhat conscious effort to not fall asleep, out of fear that there she'd go, sleeping in a car and someone would have to carry her out.]

You're so fucking British, Klaus.

[Said affectionately, as she wills herself more awake. It takes her a bit to let her eyes readjust to the light as she glances out the window.]

Hell of a place you've got.

I'm actually Scandinavian, [He corrects with a smarmy smile. At this point though, Klaus was from wherever he wanted to be. His parents were Vikings, Mystic Falls was home for awhile, but so was New Orleans.] But I spent a lot of time in England. I picked up a thing or two there.

[The accent for one thing.

But he's glad she can keep the conversation light, and quickly he slips out of the car. They're hidden by the night, and the forest is dense enough that even from this far away, it's hard to see the main house.]

Come. The house isn't properly ready, but we can stay here for the night. I've called in a witch. She can offer dreamless sleep if you like.

[Stepping out from the classic black car, his hand is out to offer her help if the world is still spinning. The old servants quarters are next to a converted garage. There aren't horses here like there once was, but this place certainly has an old feeling to it with its antiquated bricks and marble pillars. The walkway up to the side door is all pebbles, and it's clear by the brush and the dead bushes that it hasn't been tended to in decades, perhaps longer. But that certainly adds to the safety, that they are completely off grid.]

[She does take his hand, but mostly for the security and comfort of his presence.

Okay, no, she is also dizzy, as she's realizing now. Still, she mostly manages to stand up straight and walk.

That aside, the place is... beautiful, even if it's old and not entirely kept well and clean. There's a certain air of nostalgia to it, and if she weren't in this state, she'd want to explore every angle of it.]

I wouldn't mind. Promise me you'll show me this place when I'm better.

Fell Asleep on Meme

Klaus Mikaelson | TVD verse

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