or in which klaus finally finds what he's been looking for
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"there is nothing more humiliating to me than my own desires"
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- I CAN'T CONTAIN MY JOY CAUSE I'VE FINALLY FOUND THE GIRL I'VE BEEN MISSING

SHARPAY EVANS HAD STOPPED PUTTING HER FAITH in people a long time ago. She had experienced such profound betrayal years ago in the form of many men namely Troy Bolton who had used her, reaped all the gold she offered with nectarine smiles and soft touches letting her foolishly gather her already cracked heart and lay it at his feet like wild roses, in desperate need for his cruel hands, in desperate need for love. Troy's betrayal (catching him with the dusk-haired girl, his laugh echoing in her nightmares as he states they were never what she thought them to be, he never loved her, he simply had fallen in love with the treasures she had given to him, not her, never her)

And perhaps it was a bit much to loose trust in people because of a young teenage boy, but she had loved him, she loved him in smudged diary enteries and in the secrecy of bated breaths and sunset afterthoughts she had loved raw, without fear or cowardice or equivocation. So forgive her for saying that his betrayal has shackled itself to her being so violently that she had never been able to trust again.

So it came as surprise when she found Elijah had left her high and dry in the middle of a cafe underneath the waves of 'i didn't expect anything less' and ' he could have at least paid for her coffee' she was upset. The feeling is quiet, iridescent and similar to a paperweight but it is still there. Perhaps there is a small part of her that still longs to be loved (She buries that part deep inside of her, feels the yearning rotting in her stomach) but for now she pulls the cigarette away from her lips and mutters "Men ain't shit" before grabbing her bag and strutting back to the boarding house already planning how she was going to annoy Damon today.

HJARTA A WORD THAT HAD BEEN FAMILIAR TO KLAUS MIKEALSON SINCE HE WAS A YOUNG BOY, his mother had pointed to the faded mark on his arm and whispered "This is your hjarta, Niklaus, and you cannot not even begin to fathom the all consuming way that they will love you."Ever since then Klaus Mikealson ached to love and to be loved, he spent countless night wondering about his hjarta (did they like to sing? did they like art? what did they look like? were they like him moonlight pale or perhaps were they sunlight golden). It wasn't until centuries later he caught a glimpse of her in a vision she smiles at him, it is cruel, it is sharp edged and reminiscent of lightning storms, but Niklaus had always found lightning storms to be one of nature's best art pieces.

Hjarta-or soulmate- was a name Niklaus had come acquainted to the blonde of his dreams, the one that whispered his name like a prayer and had eyes fierce as the flames from the hearths of hell. Klaus however was not expecting that same woman to saunter in the Salvatores boarding house, angry words shooting through her rouge lips like bullets "Damon! You fucking piece of shit, where did you put Boi's versace tracksuit!" His eyes shift to the raven haired Salvatore who offers her a twisted smirk "I have no clue what you're talking about Sharpie, besides why does he even need clothes he's just dog"

His hjarta gasps hurriedly covering the ears of the small dog sat in the crook of her arm "You take that back, overrated bat" she hisses violently almost storm like and visceral. Klaus's eyes shift towards the younger salvatore who rolls his eyes and places himself between the two, hand on his hips the same way Elijah used to do when Kol and him used to get into their little tussles "Sharpay, I'll help you look for Boi's tracksuit later but we're kinda in the middle of something"

She blinks and looks at the rest of the people, her eyes narrowing at the witch- Bonnie he believed she was- her lips twisted into a snarl and she pointed a perfectly manicured nail at her "Aren't you supposed to be at a choreography rehearsal right now?". Klaus watches as the younger witch flinches, the confidence she was previously wearing fading "I thought there were more important things at hand right now, like y'know killing the ancient vampire after Elena."

His hjarta stumbles back, a hand on her chest as she feigns being shot at, on the other side of her is a younger blonde who holds his hjarta by her shoulders and tosses a glare to the witch "You can't just say stuff like that bonnie!" she hisses to the witch ignoring the totally confused look she's sporting. Sharpay wipes non-existent tears from her eyes as she says "I know you didn't just tell me that some dude in a big bad dracula cosplay is my important than theatre"

"Theatre is like the most important thing ever, Bonnie" the younger blonde chimes now rubbing comforting circles on the elder blondes back. His hjarta nods solemnly "Theatre is my reason for being" she narrows her eyes "Do not dismiss the importance of it again. You will show up for tomorrow's rehearsals and then take extra dance rehearsals with me after. Understood?" The witch nods.

Stefan walks up to his hjarta cautiously hands up as though she were to attack at any moment "Sharpay we have a favour to ask" She turns her stare away from the witch to look at the vampire, her eyebrows raised an arms crossed "If it's about helping elena avoiding her dance with death forget it! Elena's lucky I haven't skinned her alive already. I'm going to the decade dance to look hot and get drunk and that's it."

She barely gives the group a glance as she picks up her dog who had been growling at the raven haired salvatore and struts off. Klaus watches her, the weight of untold confessions in his throat.

It seems there will have to be a change of plans.

WHEN THE SCOOBY DOO GANG ARRIVES SHARPAY is already at the dance an arm around one of the teachers and a glass of wine in her hand. Elena sighs as she watched the blonde "I hate to admit it but she actually looks good" Bonnie gives a reluctant hum of agreement in contrast to Caroline who gives a more enthusiastic one. Damon shrugs as he gives a quick scan of the room "She always looks good" he mutters, explaining further when he notices the looks he's getting from his brother's girlfriend and her witch friend "She may be a bitch but i've got eyes,the lady is hot" The dark haired vampire jumpz as he felt a harsh hand hit his shoulder and turns to meet Alaric "Dude what the hell?!"

The history teacher gives him a smile reminiscent of an angered wolf, his teeth metaphorically bared, as he forces himself to remember this was not his body "Sorry my hand slipped" the Salvatore narrows his eyes suspiciously but is unable to voice any concerns as Sharpay saunters over "Have you seen Stefan? If you do tell him I'm coming home late tonight I got plans" she says giggling as she gestures over at the algebra teacher who was currently sporting a strange shade of red. A minuscule growl passes Klaus's lips and the blonde looked at him indecorously "Did you just-"

The sound of Dana on the microphone stops her inquiry from going and further and in turn allowing the possessed history teacher to let out a small sigh of relief "Thanks for being here, everybody. We have a special shout-out tonight for Sharpay. This is from Klaus" Sharpay's look of shock slowly dissolves into excitement as she hears the opening notes of the song chosen song "Is this I can hear bells from Hairspray " she squeals excitedly all wariness gone "I haven't seen this Klaus guy yet but I already know he's hot. Purely based on this song choice."

Klaus attempts to hide his smirk as he leans down to whisper to the blonde "I heard he looks like a god" before the blonde could answer back Damon lets out a frustrated sigh "The man could look like Ryan Gosling for all I care. I'm not impressed. Also what does he want with you?" He asks directing the last part to Sharpay who provides him with an over dramatic shrug (she's a theatre kid everything she does is over dramatic) "Probably heard I have great head game" she replies indifferently before grabbing Caroline and heading to the dance floor.

"MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE?" Sharpay finds herself pausing from sipping briefly on her glass of punch and taking a quick glance at the outstretched hand that Alaric held. "No" The answer has Klaus blinking, not anticipating this answer (He blames it on this body, for his advances never fail). She takes a long gulp before placing her glass in the history teachers outstretched hand and begins to reapply her lipstick "Alaric can ask me for a dance himself whenever you get out of his body" she mutters

Klaus's lips (or Alaric's lips to be more accurate) twist into smirk "You know." A tired sigh passes her newly rouged lips as she turns to face the body snatcher with a bored gaze "Of course I do. It's pretty obvious, you've been acting weird all day and secondly Alaric would never wear something this good to the dance. His closet looks like he's Safari Sam or something " Klaus laughs and a sense of pride rushes through him "Thou art wise as thou art beautiful"

A spark of interest flashes through her eyes "A Midsummer Night's Dream, didn't know body snatchers were so well read these days"

"Perhaps I could show you just how read I am when I am free from the treacherous body."

The blonde smirks but she doesn't dignify him with a response instead grabbing her drink from his hands and sauntering back into the dance floor. Klaus almost giggles, feelings of happiness almost overwhelming him and threatening to ruin his plan. He straightens himself and looks at Elena from across the room. His Hjarta deserves his full attention and for that reasons he needs to get rid of a few distractions first.

SHARPAY IS BONE TIRED AND BEFOGGED WITH AN estranged feeling of longing as she walks towards the knocking on her door. ( this ever present feeling of longing and yearning had become incredibly noticeable in the last few days and she made a mental note to talk to her brother about this) she walked over the Mr. Ford (the algebra teacher) who had fallen off the couch and opened the door only to immediately close it again.

A muffled sigh could be heard on the other side at the person knocked again. Sharpay huffed "Elena if you don't get your flat ass out of this motel, I will murder you." the brunette on the other side simply knocked again louder. The blonde's eyes flashed green as she slammed the door open only for her frustration to melt into utter confusion as she met familiar brown eyes.

"It's nice to meet you again, Ms. Evans. My apologies for my absence at brunch. I was.. preoccupied"

word count: 2013

episode: season 2 ep19 (finished)

BARBIEs BLABS｡.｡:∞♡*♥
[I KNOW IVS BEEN GONE FOR TWO YEARS AND IM SO SORRY. I JUST WAS STRUGGLING WITH WRITING BUT IMMA TRY TO GST BACK INTO IT ALSO IM SORRY FOR THE CHAPTER BEING SHITTY ITS JUST A FILLER THE REAL FUN STARTS NEXT CHAPTER

ONCE AGAIN IM SO SO SORRY BABES,

also from now on every chapter is based on a song from a musical because just like sharpay theatre is also my life 😌]