The hunger had not subsided, but for the first time since I'd inherited Klaus's form, I could feel a flicker of control. It was a strange thing, this sense of power—like holding onto the reins of a wild stallion that could buck at any moment. But it wasn't enough. The hunger gnawed at me still, its presence undeniable. Yet something had shifted. Hayley's words had reached me deeper than I cared to admit. She was right—this wasn't just Klaus's fight anymore.
I wasn't Klaus.
And for the first time, I truly believed it.
Still, the question lingered in my mind: who was I now? I had Klaus's face, his abilities, his enemies, but I had no history, no memories to guide me. I was adrift in a sea of power, but without a rudder.
Hayley watched me, her eyes filled with a mix of caution and something softer—concern, maybe, or maybe something more. The relationship between Klaus and Hayley had always been complicated. But in this strange new reality, I was beginning to understand the bonds they shared, the way they balanced one another. Klaus had never truly opened up to her, never let her in completely. But she had been a source of strength in his life, whether he had admitted it or not.
I couldn't help but wonder what she saw when she looked at me—this man in Klaus's skin. Was it him she saw, or was it something else entirely?
I broke the silence. "I'll need time to figure this out. Time to… to learn who I am in all of this."
She nodded slowly. "I know. But you don't have to do it alone."
Her words, though simple, meant more than I could say. It was a small kindness, but one I wasn't sure I deserved. After all, I wasn't the man she thought I was. I had all the power, but none of the wisdom that came with it. And, much like Klaus, I didn't always know how to trust those around me.
But there was something in her eyes—something I hadn't expected to see—that made me reconsider everything. Maybe, just maybe, I could trust her.
I forced myself to focus. "I'll need to leave soon. I can't stay here forever. Too many questions, too many people expecting things from Klaus."
Her brow furrowed. "Are you sure? You can't just disappear like him. You won't be able to outrun your past that way."
I hadn't expected her to understand, but I didn't doubt her assessment. Klaus had made a career out of running from his past, hiding from his mistakes, his family, and his enemies. But even he couldn't outrun the consequences forever. And I—well, I wasn't ready to become a repeat of his mistakes.
"I'll be careful," I said quietly. "But I can't stay here. I'm not him, not really. I need to find my own way."
For a long moment, she just stared at me. Finally, she gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. "Then go. But don't expect to find peace in running from who you are. It never worked for Klaus. It's not going to work for you."
I gave her a tight smile, feeling the weight of her words. "I'll try to remember that."
As she left, the silence of the room settled in again, and I was left alone with my thoughts. The hunger still raged within me, gnawing at my insides. But this time, I didn't give in. I turned my back to the window and walked away from the temptation of the city below. I had other things to figure out. Things I couldn't control with power alone.
I needed to understand this new life I was living, to carve out a space for myself in a world that expected Klaus. But I was determined—determined to not repeat his mistakes.
I wasn't sure what that path would look like, but for the first time since I had woken up in Klaus's body, I was ready to find out.