Klaus lay sprawled on his couch. He had moved one up to his room since Arabella's disappearance, seeing as he liked to keep to himself in his room, and he did not always like to lie down. It was efficient in moments like this one, where he had to drink himself to stupor while thinking of her.As he scrolled through images of Arabella, the ones he had taken of her while they were at Las Vegas, his heart broke even more. There was something about her bright eyes, and her pure smile. Knowing he might never get to see her again, to tell her how much he loved, valued, and cared about her, tore him to pieces. He was a big mass of nothing without the woman who had brought colour to his dark life.Tears ran down his eyes. Klaus had never thought himself a man who cried, but it was the only way to get rid of the pent up frustration in his chest.He found his favorite picture of her; the picture he had taken in the pool, back in Las Vegas, when they made love directly underneath the sunset f
In his home, Klaus sat on the couch opposite his father. He had come to visit him earlier, with regards to Arabella's disappearance. Klaus had received many condolence cards and messages, it was almost as if everyone else wanted Arabella dead. "You know, son, you do not have to blame yourself. There was nothing you could have done. Believe me, son." His father tried to speak, but Klaus did not believe him. "I should have stayed." He continued to tell himself. "I should have followed her home first, or asked her to accompany me. She would have never been taken away if I was there with her." He continued to repeat it over and over again. He listened to his father speak, and stayed quiet. Klaus Lavon nodded when he needed to, chuckled when he needed to, and hummed when he needed to. There was nothing else he could do, nothing else he wanted to do. "Have you gotten any leads yet? Any one that actually means something?" At his father's question, Klaus raised his head and met his fa
Arabella sat in solemn silence. In front of her, was a large mirror, stationed to watch her looks. The lady - the one who had come in the day or night before - was here again. Last night had been to take measurements, tonight seemed to be for testing makeup looks and products. Of a truth, she was tired. She had been tired since she first opened her eyes and found that she was away from her master. She was tired to living, tired of breathing, tired of sitting down, or rather, being strapped down to a chair. She was tired of the hopeless feeling tugging at her heartstrings and making fun of her, daring her to have faith. The one thing that made her more sick than anything else, was the smug grin of satisfaction on the face of the old man. She could see him as he stood in front of the mirror. His eyes wandered over her, down to the dress that rested off her shoulders. His dark eyes sparkled with more lust and greed. He liked what he saw, and the knowledge caused her stomach to rev
They strapped the man for a chair, bound by a thin metal wire Klaus had heated up with his demon energy. Any attempt to move would send the wire into the man's skin. It could cut him open, and inflict him with so much pain, he would cry and search for death, but death would not find him. Klaus Lavon was certain he would make sure of that. From the moment he caught sight of the man, he was more than excited to finally find someone he could punish for Arabella's disappearance. While Markus drove them to the warehouse, Klaus had busied himself with thoughts of the million and one ways he could make the man wish he had never been born. Now that they had arrived, he could barely wait. Immediately he was bound to the chair, Klaus Lavon found a bucket of cold water - no doubt the water was from the rain that had fallen the previous night. It did rain a lot in Vermont - and stomped to where the man stood. He could feel Markus watching him silently, but his best friend did not utter a w
If was officially the day of the wedding. Arabella could not tell herself how she knew, seeing as the only source of light she ever saw was the lighting the old man turned on whenever he came around. But she had a feeling, oh yes. The eerie silence around her, the knowledge that there was a huge tendency her life was going to end in a couple of hours, the fear of losing her freedom and being away from her master forever, everything flooded her. The dried makeup on her face from hours ago felt heavy on her skin. She could still feel the sting from bruises all over her face, and the sores on her body. At that moment, Arabella hated herself. She wanted to dig her claws into her skin, and tear it apart bit by bit, until she bled to death. Death was a better option that being with the old man who had separated her from the man she had come to love the most, even more than herself; Master Klaus. The door was pushed open, and Arabella looked up from the ground, to stare at the intruder.
This was her one shot at getting out of here alive. Arabella knew she had to give it all she could. While the woman, Ramona, was busy drawing a sharp eyeliner with jet black ink on her eyelids, Arabella continued to fidget in her seat. She was restless, didn't know how to start, or what she could say to convince the woman. "It'll do us both some good if you could really stay still." The lady snapped and Arabella raised her eyes to look at the woman. Ramona stared back at her with empty and unkind golden orbs. Did she really need to bother? The woman did not look as though she was willing or ready to help anyone. "I'm sorry ma'am. I just…" Arabella fought back the tears that rushed to her eyes, but it was too late. The woman had already caught sight of her teary eyes, and took a step back from her. "You're going to ruin everything I've been doing for the past ten minutes if you attempt to shed those tears." She cut in rudely, but Arabella paid her no mind. She allowed the tears t
Several gunshots occupied the room, and even the space beyond. The air was dusty, it reeked of the sour smell of metal and dirt. He wondered why Arabella had been brought to a place like this. The man should have at least taken care of her. Maybe, just maybe he would not have been so mad. Klaus and Markus stood above a pile of already dead bodies, blood littered the ground around them. Once they had found a means to get their car out of the "desert", as Markus had called it, they decided to call for help from a friend, a demon who owed Markus quite a lot. They didn't say why, although they didn't need to. Every demon in the real knew of Klaus's "wild goose chase" for the woman he had shown off times without number. It was good to know this wasn't just another one of his many endless clues, this was for real. Arabella was here. Her presence enveloped him the moment he stepped his feet into the rusty gates of wherever the hell they were. "We should really search inside. I have
"Where is he?" Klaus asked, through his demon link with his best friend, panting heavily. Markus heaved a long sigh. Klaus knew the man was probably exhausted from all that had happened in the past few minutes…or hours. Hell! He could barely tell how long it had been. "In the car, where he ought to be. I caught him trying to run, Klaus. The dude was pretty persistent. But I knew better than to let him out of my sight, knowing you would have made me an immediate replacement for him." Markus replied. Klaus's jaw hardened as he spoke, but he didn't mind Markus. He has to accept it, the dude was pretty funny when he wanted to be. "I'm glad you know that." He heard Markus chuckle. "Uhmm, Klaus." He called out. Klaus narrowed his eyes as he stepped out of the building. It was only a matter of time until the building exploded. He had given orders for the army of guards to fill the building up with explosives, and blow it up once they were out. Whoever remained inside would definitel