C19 (2/2)

Klaus looked at Elijah, and put his hand down,

Poirot looked at Elijah. Could this man have killed? No, Elijah certainly would. He was also the ancestor of the vampires, and even the brother of that damned Klaus.

”No,” Sophie said, shaking her head at Elijah. ”Not yet... We have to carry out our plans, and there are a lot of rules. ”

”How dare you order me to frighten me with what you consider to be my weakness?”

He pushed Elijah's hand away, too lazy to continue. Klaus whispered in Elijah's ear, ”I've heard enough of these lies. You've had enough, brother. My business is none of your business.”

Then Klaus turned to leave.

”Klaus.” It came from Elijah's brother.

Elijah called to him, caring, gentle, hypocritical.

Klaus stopped and looked at Elijah. The two brothers looked at each other, Elijah pressing his middle finger to his mouth, his ears perked up. ”Listen.”

Familiar pulse.

The baby's heart was pounding, and Klaus felt a call in his blood.

In the deepest recesses of his heart a thread was stirred, and Klaus was shocked by the incredible throbbing that rose up from his body. His cold facial lines melted slowly, and he seemed to be tempted to reach out and touch the dew's belly, to feel the warmth, the softness, the wonderful pulsing.

Klaus could sense a baby that was connected to him by blood.

This was the spiritual pulse of the clan support.

Every time, they would rely on their pulse to find their family, and even escape from their father's bloody pursuit.

The pulse of the soul.