Could It Be Destiny? (Klaus)

[Caspian Ryker Johannsen]

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WE ALL FALL SHORT OF GLORY LOST IN OUR FATE.

TAGGED: Klaus WORDS: 650

It had been two weeks already since Caspian had first arrived in the small town of Mystic Falls, Virginia and he still couldn't seem to comprehend where all the time had gone. Even though it had been three years since he'd first departed shamefully from the only home he'd ever known, the years of rigorous training and extremely time-consuming exercises his parents had put him through had always given him a sense of comfort where the passing of time was concerned. Now that his life was devoid of all those activities though, he had nothing to help him gauge the time in the same way and he couldn't help but feel a little unnerved. Never in his life had Cas considered the idea that he might miss spending all day learning various skills but, looking back on it now, he did in a way. He'd never admit it of course, at least not to anyone who would understand what he meant.

Doing so would only cause more of an uproar with Mother and Father, he thought to himself with a sigh as he surfed a website on his laptop which contained a list of the playing movies and available showtimes at the cinema located just a few blocks from the motel he'd booked himself at. How was I supposed to know that my not wanting to be a hunter would be such a big deal anyways? After all, it's my life. Shouldn't I be able to live it how I want? Not wanting to make himself upset as he knew he would if continued thinking of what was still a very sore subject in his mind, Caspian shook his head to rid it of such thoughts and glanced through the titles once again. After all, it wasn't as though he could go back in time to change that day and, even if he could, he wouldn't. Hunting simply wasn't for him and he had a hard time believing it ever would be.

Determined to have some fun today, if not simply to keep him from spending the day reminiscing over things he could do nothing about now, Cas looked at the upcoming showtimes and quickly decided on Taken 2; a decent looking action flick that was due to start in a mere fifteen minutes. Not bothering with his car, he grabbed his room key and wallet before heading out the door and jogging the 7 blocks to the cinema with no difficulty at all. The ability to run long distances without tiring was just one of the many skills he'd acquired during his hunter training as a child/adolescent but he saw no reason to avoid using it. Arriving at the cinema with five minutes to spare before the lights dimmed, he slowed to a leisurely walking pace as he made his way up to the ticket counter. "One for Taken 2," he said easily, not even the slightest bit out of breath.

In his excitement at seeing a movie and haste to make it there in time, however, Caspian made a mistake he never would have under different circumstances. Forgetting momentarily to sound as though he'd been born and raised an American, he accidentally allowed a hint of his heavily Russian accent to slip through in his voice - earning him a raised eyebrow from the girl running the cash register as she took his money and gave him back his change along with the movie ticket. Mumbling a quiet 'thank you' accompanied by a quick smile, he turned away only to crash right into someone else. "Chyort voz'mi!" he said instinctively, switching back to his native tongue for a moment as his favorite Russian curse slipped out unbidden. Immediately composing himself, he slipped back into perfect American(accent and all) as he offered out his right hand in apology. "God, I am so sorry. Are you okay?"

NOTES: Let me know if I need to change anything....xD

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[Niklaus "Klaus" Freiherr]

Mystic Falls really needed a better movie selection. Of course, they had a bunch of the “big hits” as they were coming out, but some of the smaller movies Klaus may have enjoyed weren’t even offered that the small town’s theater. Instead, he had settled today on what looked like a simple action movie with a bare bones plot. It was a sequel too; even though Klaus could remember seeing the first part, he wasn’t entirely optimistic about it doing well with a “part two.” It didn’t sound like the kind of story that made sense to continue. They hadn’t even given it a creative title; it was just “Taken 2.” But oh well. At least it would waste more than an hour of his time – and that was the idea right now.

Oh yes, it was probably a strange sight for anyone who know the hybrid to see him patiently standing in the meager line to buy a ticket to the cinema. Could it be true? Was Klaus a movie buff? Well, no, not really. But he wasn’t adverse to movies. He had watched the technology grow and change and he had been vitally interested in its first budding attempts. As time went on, his interest waned – only to randomly pick back up again every now and then. And when he wasn’t invested in any specific endeavor, it was a wonderful way to waste away the time. He could just spend the evening at the cinema, seeing what was knew in this realm of entertainment.

And so, here he was today. His eyes roamed the movie titles and show times displayed above the ticket seller’s window as he waited for the young man in front of him to finish up his purchase and payment. The boy’s think Russian accent vaguely caught Klaus’ ear, but merely enough for him to note that he was no local, and that was it. He was possibly some kind of exchange student or something like that – no concern of Klaus’.

It wasn’t until the boy whirled around and walked right on into him that Klaus took any real notice of him. He took a half step back from the impact and his eyes quickly gave the Russian (as the curse that left his lips made Klaus’ brief suspicions about his accent a certainty) a once over as he composed himself. The boy was tall and scraggly, thin with a bright shock of white-blonde hair. His hair and angular features struck a vaguely familiar note in Klaus’ memory – one that was immediately enhanced by the thick accent that he hid seamlessly a moment later.

A wry grin broke over the hybrid’s lips.

“No, no, I’m fine. You’re a little too light to do much damage, I think,” Klaus answered cordially. He took the boy’s offered hand without a sign of hesitation, but after a simple and friendly shake, he twisted his arm just a bit and glanced down at the exposed write – and the tattoo printed upon it. His grin grew minutely, and he met the boy’s eyes again. “Priyatno vstretitʹsya s vami,” the Russian rolled off his tongue rather effortlessly, though it lacked the boy’s previously thick accent. “You’re quite a ways from home, aren’t you?”

[The Russian just means "Nice to meet you" <.< And if you want me to change anything, let me know. Klaus just wanted to be clever and figure it out *cough*]

[Caspian Ryker Johannsen]

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WE ALL FALL SHORT OF GLORY LOST IN OUR FATE.

TAGGED: Klaus WORDS: 740

The last thing Caspian wanted today was drama. Despite the fact that he was only twenty-one years of age, the Russian had already experienced enough to last him several lifetimes instead of just the one that he had been given. No, all he wanted was to sit back and manage to spend a single day where he could simply relax completely and just enjoy himself. It was that idea which had brought him to the local movie theater in the hopes of catching a flick and digging into a huge order of popcorn. After all, the rigorous training that he'd been submitted by other Johannsen hunters for as far back as he could remember meant that he'd never really had time to just mess around and have fun as a kid. Now that he was away from all of that, he was determined to make up for lost time. He deserved it, in his opinion, as no child should ever have to live their life the way he had been forced to since he was first thrust into this world all of those long years ago.

Well, maybe it wasn't logical to count just over two decades as a 'long time' but Caspian had certainly been through enough stress and other issues to have developed that kind of mentality over the years. All the more reason for me to have earned a day to myself for once, the blonde-haired male thought to himself as he handed over the cash to cover his movie ticket. Besides, I've worked the last two weeks without a single day off on the mail route. Had it not been for my boss demanding I rest up since it's Sunday, I'd probably be at the office even now just to get a head start on sorting through the newest shipments. It was sad, he knew that, but also so very true. His job as a mailman and/or sorter for the Mystic Falls post office had become a distraction from his thoughts and, even if it wasn't exactly normal to think of it in such a manner, he loved it. Then again, what could one possibly consider as 'normal' anyways since everything looked at things with varying points of view?

Unfortunately, it seemed as though his bad luck refused to leave him for even so much as a single day when he turned away from the ticket counter only to run into the male he hadn't heard approach from behind him. That alone came as enough of a shock for his facade to slip long enough for a flawless Russian curse to slip past his lips - more out of habit than anything else. Mentally berating himself for not having been more careful in both the choosing of his words as well as watching where he was going, Caspian immediately slipped back into the disguise he'd been using since arriving in Mystic Falls a few weeks earlier; that of a born and bred American. Offering the guy before him a heartfelt apology, he couldn't help but feel relieved when it became apparent that the victim of his clumsiness at least has a sense of humor. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little bad and so offered an apologetic smile in response along with his extended hand, hoping that there would be no hard feelings about the accidental collision.

What happened next came as a complete and total shock, however, as his arm was twisted up enough to expose the tattoo that marked him for the Johannsen hunter that he had been destined for since birth. Even though the mark would seem to be nothing more than decoration for anyone who was unaware of the meaning behind it, the fact that the man before it had obviously been looking for it forced as small gasp from Cas' lips as it didn't take a genius to figure out that this guy obviously knew something about his heritage. All of his suspicions were instantly confirmed when his company's next words were spoken in his own native tongue and his eyes widened slightly as he attempted to put two and two together. Failing miserably in the end as the mere idea that this man could in fact be the very creature he was born to kill seemed impossible, Caspian couldn't stop the question which then fell from his lips. "Kto vy i chto vy ot menya khotite?"

NOTES: Sorry for the wait. Also, the Russian translates roughly to 'Who are you and what do you want from me?' Cas can't believe that he's actually Klaus. *dies*

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[Niklaus "Klaus" Freiherr]

It was the unexpected things that were always the most interesting. Of course, not all things that were unexpected were good things – but that was the luck of the draw. See, while Klaus would absolutely love it if everything went perfectly according to plan and no one ever got in his way, he knew that that would make his immortal life extremely boring. It was the opposition that he ran into in all of his endeavors (by rivals, or enemies who thought he had so deeply wronged them that the only way they could get retribution was to kill him), that made everything exciting.

But then there were times, like this one, where the “unexpected” was like a gift from above. Divine intervention maybe? Not quite; Klaus wasn’t all that religious, and considering the fact that he would never die, he didn’t much care to muse on about life after death.

This poor boy in front of him wouldn’t be as lucky at the end of his life. Oh, but don’t take that as a threat! Oh no, Klaus was far too interested in him to simply throw away his brand new plaything just to get rid of a possible minor threat. After all, besides the absolute shock that the boy exhibited when Klaus revealed his tattoo, he didn’t seem to completely understand the situation – or grasp just who it was that was standing in front of him. At least, if he did, he was working very hard at some serious self denial.

Perhaps the thought of meeting the one creature (at least, that was how they probably thought of him) that his family had been hunting for generation upon generation was so… foreign to the young boy that he couldn’t wrap his head around it. And here of all places – a tiny podunk little town half a world away from where the boy’s Russian blood ran strong. Besides, this boy didn’t have the look of a true hunter – at least, not one that has spent their entire life training to find and kill such supernatural creatures as Klaus. The tattoo proved that he had been born a Johannsen, but the fact that he was so far from home made Klaus doubt that he had much contact with his family anymore.

A pity – it would be a more interesting challenge to face down a true hunter.

Klaus tsked lightly, clicking his tongue at the question the boy threw his way. “We have a movie to go see, don’t we boy? I wouldn’t want you to miss it.” Klaus stepped to the side, leaving the path toward the cinema doors wide open – the grin on his lips didn’t falter. It would be better all around for him to wait; to keep this boy on his toes while he decided just what to do with him. It didn’t seem the hunter would be making the first move in this situation anyway – and besides, Klaus had come to see a movie, so why would he miss it?