Yes. Though we went by a different name then. ( klaus' eyes narrow in thought; he glances away as if his gaze could take him back to the fifteenth century. ) Clarell? ( he lifts a finger in sudden realization. ) No, de Claxton. A temporary, cautious measure; the family, though immortal and powerful, had secrets. Enemies. Ones constantly hounding their footsteps, always a turn or two behind. ( the grim fear of mikael is not possible, even in this retelling, that klaus can entirely avoid. the looming shadow is significant.

and anyway, it's lends an appropriate amount of drama. his eyes, which had drifted to the side for a moment, now focus. he licks his lips. ) But they found peace in such remote lands. The bliss of anonymity. For such a time, nothing seemed quite so fraught as whence they ran so desperately in the night. They learned the language, the music, the dances. They enjoyed the food and the stories of fae and kelpies, all the while keeping secret their own supernatural identities. And then they met a girl. ( klaus smiles at this. the 'they' is very intentional. )