Forgotten: TO Niklaus Fanfiction-sequel to Forgiven

Chapter 4: Nightmares

Klaus stared at Naya from a distance. She was busy mingling in the market, but she stopped to watch an artist. Of course she would, being an artist herself. However, after an hour of talking, she kept evading about everything that happened while she was gone. Instead, she skillfully turned it back to him. Finding out more about the witches attempt to kill hope, Hayley, Elijah and the rest of his family. She even mentioned meeting Marcel, and Klaus could not help but chuckle at her description of, "Charming bad boy with nothing but intelligence, trouble and plans under his sleeve. She was nevertheless accurate.

"You like?" Klaus joined her and she nodded. The painter was creating a portrait of a girl who was crying.

"It's beautiful," Naya spoke. 

"Speaks to the soul I believe," Klaus turned. "I hope my little spat with your mage hasn't upset you too thoroughly."

"If anything I'm amused at how of the two most powerful men alive act like they're in kindergarten..."

"But a much deadlier playground, love. You see, I trust you, but I don't trust him," Klaus spoke. "And don't think that my connection with you serves me to have any mercy on him."

Naya shook her head and started walking. "You can try, but he's more powerful than even me...and considering OUR history..."

"I swear I won't be having any romantic notions towards him, so I won't be holding back,"

Naya raised her brow. "So you were holding back with me?"

"Considering I could have ripped your heart out at any time I damn well pleased, then yes...I was very much holding back," Klaus smirked. "But there are a few things I did not hold back on...I'm sure you remember all too well."

A blush crept up on Naya's face, and Klaus knew he won this debate.  

"And I could have enslaved you for life...so we're even," Naya responded. She turned back to the painting. "So...let me get this straight again. Mikeal is under a witch Davina's control, and has the white oak stake. And your mother, the great witch is trying to reunite your family by switching your bodies, and has gained control of the werewolf pack through a bunch of black rocks fashioned into rings?"

"In essence, yes,"

"And Davina wants you dead?"

"Pretty much,"

Naya rolled her eyes. "And what'd you do to her?"

Klaus glanced down on the ground the back at the mage. "I killed her beloved."

Naya flicked his forehead and he staggered back. 

"Maybe next time, learn from my history and don't go killing people's loved ones, especially if they are witches."

"Will do my best, love, but you know me, I tend to repeat my mistakes," Klaus held his hands behind his back.

"I think it's time we head back, it's getting late," Naya said. She placed a dollar in the basket of the artist and headed home.

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Klaus stayed up late to carry on his work. He stared at it and smiled. There were many works of art he had created, but this was exquisite. He frowned as he heard a soft moan. It came from upstairs, and he knew it wasn't Hayley. She was out in the bayou and Elijah didn't moan in his sleep. He made his way towards the guest bedroom. He knew it might be inappropriate coming uninvited, but nevertheless he could have sworn it was Naya. He slowly opened the door to see her there. Her eyes shut, but her hair drenched in sweat. She tossed, back and forth. It did not take Klaus long to realize she was having a nightmare.

He walked up to her bed and sat on it. "Love, wake up..." 

Naya moaned again. She gripped the sheets and clenched her jaw. Klaus resorted to more physical method. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her a little.

Naya's eyes shot open and she gasped.

"Klaus..."

"Yes, it's ok, it was just a bad dre..."

Naya jumped out of bed and opened the window. She threw her head out and gasped. He watched as her fingers gripped the window sill, and grew white. 

"I take it, it was very bad dream...I have seen many people suffer from nightmares, but I must say this meets my top list,"

Naya turned around. Her face was pale.

"You didn't suffer from nightmares the last time we met,"

"It started after my throat was slit. These nightmares, or more like premonitions," Naya said. She gritted her teeth and looked away.

"What did you see?"

"I keep dreaming the same thing over and over and over again," Naya shivered and looked at Klaus. "I need some air."

"It's not safe to go out on..." Before Klaus could finish she vanished. "But of course you can take care of yourself..."