Klaus eyes you. The two of you had been at odds. Well maybe less like being at odds and more like the Original was attempting to outright to provoke you into losing your temper. His reasons for doing so were quite simple: you were filled with rage, and Klaus wanted you to release it.

"Again. Come on, come at me."

Klaus commands, his azure eyes were firm, ready for the next wave. Ready for whatever you had in mind. He was one of the five Originals. He could handle it.

"No! Just stop! You're not the one I want to hurt."

It was too late, the words were spoken, and Klaus slowly approached. His eyes held a resolve that could only mean trouble for the intended recipent of your rage.

"Give me a name."

Klaus replied firmly. The intended target wouldn't be hard for him to track down.