🪞| Silas stabbed Klaus with the white oak stake. Now at home, trying to get the piece out himself, he falls to his knees, shirtless and bleeding and in pain.

Until you came.

You have pliers and are trying to dig the chunk of wood out of his back but you can’t see it to get a good grip on it. He stands behind the couch, hands gripping the cushions along the way of it.

“Oh my God. You do have a heart.” You say in feigned shock.

You adjust the pliers to hurt him some. He grunts in pain and nearly loses his balance.

”I’m glad you’re finding my misery so amusing.”

“I swear there’s nothing in here.” You continue to dig around in the hole in his back.

”You killed 12 witches for your friend Bonnie. You can’t even get your hands a little dirty for me. Here I thought we were becoming friends.”

“You thought wrong.” You move the pliers around more. He screams in pain and hits the table beside the couch. You twist the pliers until they come out, making him scream again.”You deserve to suffer for everything that you’ve done so today we’re gonna do things my way.” He looks at you angrily.

time skip…

You sit on his couch on your phone. ”I can feel the splinters moving towards my heart. Help me.” He yells from across the room.

“Your word. First.”

”What makes you think I won’t simply break my word.” He grunts out.

“You wanna be friends? Show me I can trust you.”

”I saved your life, twice.”

“Because you put it in danger, twice. How do you think you deserve my friendship when you’ve done nothing to earn it.”

He stands up, getting in your face.

”I will not have my hand forced by you or anyone else.”

“What is wrong with you? I am reaching out to you despite everything you’ve done and you’re still can’t get out of your own ways. God, I feel sorry for you.” You turn away from him.

”Don’t turn your back on me.” He steps in front of you.

“I should’ve turned my back on you ages ago!”

”It’s gone.”

“What?”

“The pain. It’s gone.”