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05/18/2020 01:09 PM
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The Game is On 002
The Game is On Rembrandt/ 1593610 Being in the body of another man always felt a little bizarre to Klaus Mikaelson. He still had his powers of compulsion even if he was in the body of another man. It was tricky when it came to him. The rules didn’t always fit him and he knew it. Klaus depended on it. He had much to do and time was still working against him. He had to have this look at the competition. The doppleganger and her friends were going to give him trouble, but the one that truly worried him was the Bennett Witch.
He casually strolled down the hall in the body of Alaric Saltzman. He was getting greetings and nothing out of the ordinary when he was making his way toward his classroom. Everyone loved Mr. Saltzman. That was definitely going to work in his favor. He met up with a pair of students that were talking outside the classroom. “Hey there, you both know Elena Gilbert right?” He asked with Alaric’s voice.
“Sure we do Mr. Saltzman. Everyone knows Elena.” It was a young man and a young woman who nodded happily. They were just two regular kids in between classes as Mystic Falls High not bothering anyone when they were approached by the devil in disguise.
Klaus started using his power of compulsion. “The next time you see Elena, you’re going to tell her that Klaus is anxious to meet her at the dance tonight. He’s got a surprise for her.” The children being compelled had blank looks on their faces as the compulsion was imprinted on their minds. “Good. Carry on. You won’t remember talking to me. You will only remember the message for Elena.” Moving away from them, he walked into the classroom where Saltzman taught the youth of Mystic Falls.
A sardonic grin curled his lips. The classroom was full and the kids were all muttering to themselves. The smell of teen spirit was almost nauseating to Klaus. He tried to keep up the appearances of being their alcoholic teacher. He wasn’t going to need to be in his body for a long time anyway. He was going to have to be in his actual body to perform the ceremony to break the curse. The blood was going to flow and he didn’t care. These people meant nothing to him. They were children. He inhaled sharply and made his way inside the classroom.
“And what a fine day it is today, don’t you think?” Several of the students in the room were giving him an odd glance here and there. Klaus arched an eyebrow and began to visually scan the room. Saltzman was a history teacher. He figured that he had better start talking about history pretty quickly. These eager young minds were here to discuss the events of the past ages of time. He had lived modern man’s history so he didn’t need any sort of degree to speak on items or events of the past, Klaus had lived it. “The 1920s had their share of exciting events to catch the attention of the casual observer.”
A student in the middle of the congregation of these children had called out to him. “Since the Decade Dance is going on tonight, we were going to talk about the 1960s, Mr. Saltzman.” Puzzled looks on many of their faces had told Klaus that he was not blending in very well at all as their teacher. He was distracted for a moment as his eyes beheld the doppleganger as well as a blonde friend that was obviously a fledgling vampire and then there was the Bennett Witch herself.
The Lockwood boy was in the class as well. A fledgling vampire and a newly turned werewolf was going to play right into his plans for the ritual that he was going to have to perform. They weren’t powerful enough to put a damper in his plans. The doppelganger couldn’t stop him either. She was just a girl of the Petrova line. He could move in and take the three of them with no trouble at all right now if he wanted to, but it wasn’t the time to do it. He had a plan that had to be followed. He had his allies in place that could easily subdue the three of them. The witch however was going to be an issue on her own. It was simple enough, he was just going to have to kill her to remove her from the picture.
“Ah yes, the 1960s.” The faux Alaric leaned forward and laced his fingers on the desk itself. “They were rather boring really. The moonshot actually was of some interest after all. You can all read about it later, I’m sure.” His undertones were casual and with some disdain. His opponents didn’t look like much to behold in the first place. “You’re all young and have so much of your lives ahead of you.” He made eye contact with Elena Gilbert when he finished his sentence. Death was coming for her and that instrument of Death was sitting across from her behind a desk wearing the body of another man.
The faux Alaric sat back in the chair. He glanced into the sea of confused faces that were looking back at him. “You look like you’ve never heard anything about the 1960s before.” He slapped the desk with both hands. He pushed up with both hands and to a standing position. “I think we’re done here.” Klaus glanced at them all with that leering glance of a wolf that had just sized up his prey from its place of hiding. He said nothing. He simply just walked out the door.
He continued down the hall and past the two students he’d compelled earlier. So he wasn’t that good at hiding in another man’s body. It was just so much easier being himself no matter where he was. White teeth began to show when the faux Alaric started laughing to himself. Now to watch the children scatter.
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05/10/2020 01:58 AM
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Savior
Savior Rembrandt/ 1593610 Happy Mother’s Day, Imperfect!
Featuring Armani
987 AD, Mystic Falls
It was like the wrath of Odin in the flesh. The onslaught of Mikael when it came to the frail child Niklaus was neverending. He didn’t even have to say anything. Mikael’s rage was aimed directly at him. All Niklaus wanted was his father’s love. He offered innocence and purity to his father. All he ever got back was wrath and unmitigated guile. The blonde boy dashed through the camp coming to rest just beyond the Great White Oak. Trembling fingers rested on the lower trunk of the tree. Vibrant hues were frozen in fear. He prayed to Thor that Mikael wouldn’t find him.
“Niklaus?” It was the voice of his elder brother Elijah. Elijah was dressed in clothes that showed he had been out in the field practicing archery. The carcass of the young buck at his feet told Niklaus that he’d been successful. “What’s the matter brother?” Elijah asked with great concern. His gaze went to the darkness over his brother’s right eye seeing it almost swollen shut.
Niklaus opened his lips to speak but the color had drained from them. The sound of Mikael’s anger raced through the village with vibrant ferocity. “Father is angry Elijah. I fear he may actually kill me.”
While Elijah couldn’t explain it, he knew Mikael’s hatred for Niklaus too well. Elijah wasn’t much older than Niklaus but he stood head and shoulders over his brother. “Go! I’ll keep him busy until his temper fades. I’ll send for you when it is safe.” Mikael’s booming voice terrorized the entire village. “GO!” Elijah insisted his brother run to a safe place until all could be calm again.
Niklaus emerged from his hiding spot and ran as his brother instructed. With his eye swollen, he lacked depth perception so he ran in the direction he knew was safe. He ran to her.
It was a quaint little cottage. The woman who lived there had been known to him since before he could walk. She was called The Pale Mother. Niklaus was drawn to her in the midst of the fields of chaos that had been his life. He ran forward calling for her repeatedly. “Mor! Mor! Mor!” Tears were streaming down his dirty cheeks as he tried to get to the front door. His feet were tangled in one another as he ran, causing him to trip falling on the ground skinning his elbows. He lay there in the dirt and the blood sobbing.
“There there my Golden One!” Her voice was soft and gentle as she spoke to him. She knelt beside the child of 6 summers and brushed away tears with a soft touch. The sight of the child's black eye that had ridges to it like the outline of a man’s hand enraged her. She would hide such emotions for now because he needed her. Her basket of herbs and flowers lay beside where she knelt. “Why don’t you come inside and let me clean you up?”
The boy’s nose ran from the onrush of the flood of tears. His clothing was torn from when he fell in front of her cabin. The dirt on his cheeks was turning darker. He snuffled two more times before he blubbered his affirmative answer. He pushed himself up to a standing position. When she stood beside him, he slipped his tiny hand in hers. Hopeful blue eyes met hers as the sanctity of this haven manifest to the boy.
He followed her inside the cabin. He had not known that she spelled the door shut so Mikael could not enter. She placed her hands under the boy’s arms and lifted him to sit on her table. “You stay right there!” He nodded slowly as his short legs swung from back and forth. He felt safe there. No one could hurt him. Only Elijah or Finn could come fetch him from there once the chaos had passed and he knew it.
She rejoined him with a bucket of water from the creek. She had a piece of cloth that had been dabbed into the water. He winced when she started to clean his wounds. “Niklaus!” She teased. She grinned before she went to that special jar. She reached inside to pull out that honey and walnut sweet treat she kept on hand just for him.
His eyes widened happily as he took it from her. He started chewing on it while she began to clean him up and dress his wounds. By the time he’d finished his treat, she had staunched the blood flow. She examined his black eye. “You will stay here until that’s healed.” He just simply nodded. He had no desire to go back anywhere near his father any time soon. She was about to help him down when the door opened. “Stay right here.”
Niklaus watched her as she greeted his brother Elijah at the door. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it looked like Elijah was none the worse for wear. He never was. Elijah always knew what to say to Mikael to get him calm his anger. Niklaus was thankful for his brother and how he’d always been his protector. Elijah made eye contact with Niklaus and smiled. He left Niklaus with the Pale Mother.
She returned to where the boy was waiting. She was about to say something when he stopped her. “I love you!” He told her with the more pure childlike innocence. His tiny arms wrapped around her neck and squeezed it with all he had. She was his savior yet again and he loved her like a child was supposed to love it’s mother.
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05/07/2020 05:26 PM
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Dead Reckoning
Dead Reckoning Rembrandt/ 1593610 Klaus Mikaelson didn’t like to play nice. He liked to have any given situation under his complete control. His arrival in Mystic Falls was all well planned and executed, but now it was all falling apart. He’d had this elaborate plan to set free his Wolf side and these little whelps from Mystic Falls had nearly defeated him in the process. He was not used to anyone fighting so well against him. The group of young people from Mystic Falls had also included the doppelganger Elena Gilbert. It did please him to know that the line had indeed continued. What didn’t please him was the interference that he encountered.
The soft brown hair and huge doe eyes that he and his brother Elijah had first spotted over 1000 years ago on the widow Tatia was present five hundred years later on Tatia’s doppelganger Katerina. Katerina had woven her spell over Elijah quite effectively. Niklaus had not fallen for her charms. He lured her in with his handsome good looks and his charm, that was until the night he was to initially break the curse. Katerina would die to set him free, or so he’d designed. That plan had been completely thwarted. He wasn’t entirely sure that his brother had not set her free himself intentionally. Elijah was so besotted by her that he had actually begged Niklaus to not kill her. Of course, Klaus would have no part of it.
Here they were now some five hundred years later than that day in England in 1492. Mystic Falls, the land in which all this bloody nonsense first started saw Katerina’s doppelganger Elena among the hidden congregates at Mystic Falls High School. Klaus had no anticipated that Katerina, calling herself Katherine Pierce would enrapture yet another set of brothers. Damon and Stefan Salvatore had been turned by Katherine in 1864. The brothers were both smitten by her doppleganger Elena now. The whole thing gave Klaus a headache.
Now here they were. Klaus and Elijah were having dinner with the Salvatore brothers when talk arose in regard to Elena once more. Elena Gilbert’s blood was the key to making more hybrids and Klaus knew it. His mother, the Original Witch Esther had nearly gotten the upper hand on Klaus once more by trying to insist that the doppleganger had to die. If the doppelganger died, then Klaus’ plans on his hybrid army would be squelched. That just simply would not due.
While sitting with Stefan, Elijah and Damon had left the room. Stefan was trying his best to be completely ruthless when it came to Klaus, instead of intimidating Klaus all it did was amuse him. He was essentially letting his guard down when he didn’t realize that Elijah and Damon were turning on him in a way that Klaus had not anticipated. Mistakes were not his forte. Klaus perked up when Elijah instructed the Salvatore brothers to leave. “What’s the meaning of this Brother?” Klaus demanded.
“Oh I think you know what the meaning of this is.” Elijah turned to Damon and Stefan. “This is now family business. Damon, you and Stefan should leave us now.” Elijah’s optics were completely focused on his younger brother. What was forthcoming was a Mikaelson Family moment well over 900 years in the making.
After the Salvatores left, Klaus stood to his feet. “Elijah, what have you done?” He felt his color drain from his features. His eyes widened and his heart started to race. His instinct told him he knew what Elijah had done with Damon’s help. He just didn’t want to speak it aloud. He started to take a few steps backward when he saw their sister Rebekah standing beside Elijah after he’d recently daggered her again.
“Hello Brother…” The dulcid tones of Kol Mikaelson last seen in 1912 came into the hearing of older brother. “It’s been a long time coming don’t you think?” He was still dressed in the outfit he’d worn to the Christmas Party that day when Klaus WITH Elijah’s help had daggered him for his betrayal using the Paragon Diamond.
“Kol, Listen. Let me explain…” Klaus was backing up with every step his youngest brother took walking toward him. His eyes were wide and he was facing an accounting for all he’d done in his life. His heart dropped when he saw his eldest brother Finn step into the room wearing the clothing of 900 years prior with a wild look in his eyes. “Finn, please…”
Finn had been in a box for over 900 years. He was full of rage and murderous intent. The look of insanity in his eyes focused upon the golden hybrid brother of his that he’d actually fought to protect when he was younger. “Explain? The time for explanation is over, brother!” Finn rose his hand with a dagger in it, sending it into Klaus’ outstretched hand trying to protect himself.
Klaus’ yelp of pain and the flow of blood upon the injury had left him without the power of speech. “THAT’s enough Finn.” The female voice was another one out of his past. Stepping into view was the Original Witch herself Esther Mikaelson. “Hello Niklaus.”
The son of a liaison between the Witch and the Alpha Wolf was trembling like a child again. “Mother..” He sputtered not even aware of how badly his hand was bleeding. It would soon start healing on it’s own in a few moments. What concerned him more was the secret that his mother carried that she could reveal about him. “Have you come to kill me?”
The Original Witch was wearing her own attire of centuries past. She fixed her gaze upon her son with a fortuitous purpose. “Kill you? Like you killed me, Niklaus? No. I’m not going to kill you.” Her expression had not changed. It had not softened until she readied herself to speak again. “We are a family my children.” She looked at all of them with her in the room. “It’s time we acted like one and truly became one.”
Klaus felt his heart stop racing. His mother was the only one who could truly have the power to kill him. Something bothered him now. His mother wanted the five living siblings and her to be a family again. Why did he have the distinct feeling that this was about to lead to nothing but utter destruction? Wolf instinct he told himself. He would bide his time and then move when the opportunity presented itself. When Esther Mikaelson was alive, nothing good came of it not in this life or any other.
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05/04/2020 04:16 PM
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A Wind in the Door 002
A Wind in the Door Rembrandt/ 1593610 Featuring (fierce h e a r t) and Imperfect
This abysmal place drew him deeper into a feral state as the time passed. Klaus Mikaelson, once the monster that everyone feared, was tucked away in the shadow from his more innocent youth from centuries ago. The only comfort in all this was that he was staying in the cottage of the Pale Mother. It was almost as though she was actually there with him. Perhaps in a way she was.
The former image of his childhood gave him a stronghold in which to set up his new afterlife. Eventually from one of the many who dared confront him that he learned this was Purgatory. Purgatory existed between Earth and Hell. Granted Klaus knew he didn’t deserve anything even remotely close to heaven, but to be sent to Purgatory? Surely hell was better than this?
He was huddled in the far back of the cabin in the corner. His legs were drawn to his chest and he had substantial growth over his chin. Klaus Mikaelson had fought off enough vicious attackers in his time in this Purgatory that he was always on the defensive. He’d still not found Elijah assuming Elijah had come to this place. Elijah was always a profound influence on him. He could always say the right words to soothe Klaus’ savage beast. Even when Klaus had daggered his brother, he found that he longed for Elijah’s wise counsel. He’d sat beside his brother’s coffin just talking to him before when there was a dagger in his chest. Being in The Pale Mother’s cottage brought him solace. He still needed Elijah.
Thoughts drifted to his sweet Caroline. The beautiful blonde vampire had begged him to keep from killing himself to stop the Hollow. Even Alaric said she couldn’t just watch him kill himself. Perhaps that was the real reason why he was suffering here instead of finding peace. Caroline’s heart was broken and it was because of him. He’d promised to be her last love no matter how long it took. Sitting here in this dreadful place parted from those he loved the most was enough punishment for 1000 lifetimes. “Klaus?” The voice came from beside him. He rose his head. His normally close cropped curls were wildly longer than he had worn them in several centuries. “Listen to me, Mister. You’re loved. You need to fight this. Do you hear me?”
In captivity under the compound in New Orleans, Klaus had conjured up an image of Camille to comfort him. Now that he was in an actual hell of sorts, who else would he conjure but his angel. He didn’t even look up at her as she stood beside him. “You’re not even here. You’re back home in Mystic Falls with Alaric and your girls.” He muttered barely lifting his chin from the top of his knees.
The image of Caroline Forbes rolled her eyes before slapping her legs with her hands. “Does it matter? LISTEN to me. You’re the great Klaus Mikaelson. You GAVE up. You left me. You let Elijah stake you while you staked him. What kind of end to your story is that, huh? Get up off your a.ss Mister. You heard me! You are loved! You are missed!”
Klaus stared ahead at nothing in particular as the voice of his true love spoke to him. The image of Caroline’s face that day he last saw her was burned into his memories. She stood beside him dressed as she had been that day. “You don’t need me. None of you need me. I’m better here where I get what I deserve.”
The blonde vampire’s brow furrowed in anger. “Do you realize what you’re saying? Since when have you ever been a quitter? That little boy that used to run around outside this place hiding from the monster Mikael didn’t give up. He was a fighter. You are a fighter. You need to come back to me Klaus. I need you.”
Klaus looked up from his position of depravity. His head canted to the left much the way a dog did when it was studying something intently. He could see not only Caroline standing there, but he saw The Pale Mother standing there beside her exactly as he remembered her from his childhood. “Niklaus, My Golden One. You need to leave this place. There is a way. Come back to us.”
There was a striking familiarity about this place for a reason. Madeleana was an ancient with great power. It suddenly struck him that it was entirely likely that this vision was not something he was conjuring up in his own mind. She was reaching out to him and using his beloved Caroline to help get to him. “Is she there with you?” He asked solemnly. He needed her to be there. He needed Caroline’s love to have the strength to leave.
“Yes, Niklaus. She’s right beside me.” The Pale Mother reached out and took Caroline by the hand. Two of the three women who meant the world to him were united and working to bring him back from the dead. Several tears raced down his cheeks. “Stand up and leave this place. There is a way out and it is coming to you now.”
Caroline held out her hand toward Klaus palm out and fingers extended. Klaus reached out with his palm and fingers extended to match hers. They were an apparition in this place so his hand passed through hers. This was enough to bring him back into his right mind. Klaus stood to his feet and straightened out his shirt. “I love you Klaus.” She told him. She and The Pale Mother both smiled when he stood up the way he had.
Klaus brushed away the tears from his stained cheeks with a shaking hand. He drank in air through flared nostrils and nodded. “I love you too Caroline. I always have and I always will.” He watched as the image of the women disappeared. He turned in the direction of the front door of the cabin. There was a knock to the door.
This was different. Those who sought to destroy him never knocked. Perhaps this was the way for him to get out of here and back to life. It had to be. Klaus went to the door and opened it. Standing there was a boy who looked like he was about Hope’s age. He seemed not all that impressive at first glance. That changed when Klaus noticed the angel blade in his hand. “You might want to put that away son. That will draw out all the nasty things with fangs within a 100 mile radius. My name is Klaus Mikaelson. You are safe here. Please come inside.”
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04/28/2020 09:57 PM
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Uncle Nik's Turn
The Adventures of Holden Rembrandt/ 1593610 Featuring Fierce Heart
Klaus Mikaelson loved his sister Rebekah deeply. He’d been very protective of her even before they were made into the world’s first vampires. They were just a simple Viking family back in a time far more innocent in which this world now found itself. It wasn’t long until their mother’s dark magic changed everything making them abominations to nature. Innocence and the name Mikaelson would be further estranged from one another.
He knew this was all going to be trouble. Ever since she was a mortal girl with golden braids back in what would be called Mystic Falls nearly a thousand years later, Rebekah longed to be a mother. Becoming Vampires had ended that dream. It was something she still desired even though they were all technically dead and giving birth involved a live womb. Marrying a god changed the equation. She was going to have that child no matter what hell she’d bring upon them all. Klaus had tried to warn his sister about conceiving a child with a god. The fact that she was an Original made everything more tenuous in the process as well. He warned her this child was going to bring about Ragnarok, but she didn’t listen. She never did.
Klaus was in the process of long held wedding plans with his intended. Caroline Forbes was the woman that had changed his life. She saw past his flaws and witnessed what his heart truly contained. Despite all the harsh exterior, Klaus Mikaelson was a man of deep seeded passions. His family was everything to him. He’d actually left New Orleans to return to Mystic Falls and the house he’d owned for decades. This was the place he fell in love with Caroline. He wanted to be here with her. Being in Mystic Falls also meant he was close to his daughter. Coming back here meant a new direction in his life. It meant things were getting better.
He’d told Rebekah where to find him should she need her. Despite all the vexations over the centuries, Klaus would never give up on his sister or turn her away in her hour of need. Klaus protected her for over 1000 years. He wasn’t going to stop now. So when she showed up with a pregnant belly telling of her trouble, he felt justified in his warnings. Had she have just listened to him, none of this would have happened.
None of it sat well with Klaus. All he wanted was to live a secluded life with his soon to be wife while allowing the world to succumb to it’s own devices. His sister Rebekah had ensured that it would not. “You can’t turn her away babe.” Klaus had been speaking to his fiancee on the phone. Caroline was handling the affairs as co- headmistress at the Salvatore Boarding School. “No matter what happens she’s your family. And besides that, it would be pretty awesome to have a baby in the family to spoil.”
Caroline was his light in the darkness. He knew that if anyone could help keep him sane in a time like this, it was Caroline. Her logic was quite brilliant. After all, she had agreed to marry him after all. He grinned to himself. He in a better mood, that was until Rebekah showed up with her proposition to put a spell on Thor so he could forget about them and the baby. This was going to be trouble and Klaus knew it. It still didn’t matter. What Rebekah wanted, she usually got. He did feel partially to blame. The fact he was a father giving a first member to a second generation of the Original Family had obviously some bearing on her long held desire to have a family of her own.
The interruption of the god of thunder in this planning session made an even bigger mess of things than before. Enraged Thor tossed his mighty hammer into Klaus’ face only calling it back at the very last moment. This enraged the Original Hybrid to be insulted and threatened in such a manner in his own home. Klaus’ eyes turned dark and his features monstrous. His fangs were bared. As a Hybrid, his fangs were that of a vampire and a werewolf.
Golden hues blazed as he charged toward Thor with the intent to only knock him down. Klaus Mikaelson would not be intimidated. Being on this end of the intimidation would not do. “Listen to me you pompous windbag! I am a father who spent more time away from my daughter than with her. So if anyone is on your side, it is me. There is trouble coming for your child, my nephew. It would be wise to count me as an ally than an enemy. Ask your wife, she will tell you how men and monsters have fallen at my feet over the centuries. Listen to me. Listen to us, you ignorant sot! I will never hold back from protecting my family. I have died to protect them. Your child is no different. He grows in my sister’s womb. He is blood of my blood. Now sit down and listen before I have to ensure you do.”
Valhalla was going to be boring anyway.
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04/28/2020 12:02 AM
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Her name is Hope Rembrandt/ 1593610 He was never more afraid in his life. It wasn’t for his own safety. It was for someone else. White knuckles gripped the steering wheel as he blazed a silent trail through the night. For the first time in centuries his life mattered little in comparison to another. There was a tiny little miracle in his arms that was perfectly content as she slumbered. Full lips made suckling motions as eyelashes curled over one another. Tiny little fingers formed a small fist with a fragile touch. He held her close to his heart wrapped in a blanket. She had to be protected at all costs. He would kill them all to keep her safe.
Klaus crept through the darkness in his car trying to avoid being spotted. Elijah had covered his departure from the compound with the tiny bundle in his arms. Driving with one hand was hard, but allowing her to come to harm was no option. The steady hum of the automobile continued as he moved through the night. The soft cooing sounds of the sleeping newborn caused a tear to form in his right eye. His vision clouded for a moment. The light overhead was red so he stopped a moment just to forcibly rub the saline from his hues. The light changed again. His free hand moved to the steering wheel again and his foot to the gas pedal.
Klaus hated having to take his daughter from her mother’s arms. In order for their child to be safe and live the life she deserved, right now everyone had to believe Hope was dead. Klaus took no joy in his actions. If anything he was absolutely furious. Hope was an innocent in all this. The force of the evil that came against them in the graveyard that day had made Klaus enraged. Even he, the great Evil that he was had morals. He would not kill a child, let alone an infant. Infants were innocent. No one was going to destroy a child that’s only crime was having his blood in her veins. For her safety she had to be absconded with in the dead of the night. Elijah was handling the finer details. Originals could compel anyone to do their bidding. Even if Marcel had to be compelled, so be it.
A inaudible huff from those sweet lips diverted Klaus’ attention briefly. “There there my Littlest Wolf. We are almost safe.” The tones in his voice were gentle and loving, something practically unheard of for Klaus Mikaelson. Finally he had arrived at the very same point where he’d met his sister Rebekah almost 100 years ago to flee from another monster that sought their destruction. He dimmed the lights and brought his automobile to a rolling stop. He pulled the key from the ignition and slid it into his pocket. Still holding his daughter in his arms, Klaus peeled back the blanket. The sweet little face strained to study his features in the dark.
It would be so easy to just keep driving but his absence in the city would be too noticed by those who would bring harm to his child. Elijah had told him this little girl would be his salvation. He never believed it at first, but now this magical tribrid child was actually here. The child of Klaus Mikaelson was going to eventually become the most powerful being in the history of planet Earth. She had to get past her vulnerable stage and to the point where she could thrive. He was going to make sure that happened no matter what the cost. A chance encounter back in Mystic Falls would change his life forever. It was unfathomable but yet here they were.
Klaus held her in his arms. A gentle caress upon velvet cheeks made the child close her eyes in repose. It was like she knew who he was and would do anything it took to protect her. He leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. His own love for her bubbled to the surface at that moment as crystalline tears filled both eyes. He didn’t want to do this, but there was no one else who would protect his child with her life better than Rebekah would. She was a powerful creature on her own capable of dispatching enemies that would dare come across her path. She’d longed for a child of her own across the centuries. He’d learned never to cross a mother protecting a child. Rebekah would have that chance. Klaus saw headlights that flashed and dimmed as the car came closer. It was time.
Klaus stepped out of the car carrying his child in his arms. As he spoke his goodbye to her, his heart was shattered into a million pieces. His cheeks were wet with the emotion of having to steal away with her in the night. Despite a little candor with his sister, he was still falling apart on the inside. He noticed Rebekah was crying as much as he was because she could see a change in him. He was that young man again who sparred with their brother Elijah in the middle of their village. Redemption really could be accomplished after all when it came to Klaus Mikaelson.
He sat on the hood of his car watching as Rebekah took his daughter and strapped her into a car seat she’d brought with her. The siblings exchanged glances one last time before she took off into the ebony night and to sanctuary with his flesh and blood. He spoke silently swearing an oath to God and the Devil. “I will kill them all that would keep you away from me, Hope. You deserve nothing but the best and I will ensure that you get it. I love you more than my own life.” After finishing he stared into the sky overhead. His fangs bared and his features monstrous, Klaus Mikaelson let loose the most agonizing howl an animal could ever emit. He was a wounded animal without his Princess. Heaven help any who would dare get in his way.
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04/26/2020 07:34 PM
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On the Hunt
On the Hunt Rembrandt/ 1593610 The memory of the free flowing blood had not escaped his memory. The fires of the spell that broke the hybrid curse made Klaus Mikaelson free again. The dead wolf, the dead vampire all were sacrificed for the greater glory. The greater glory was for him of course. Even the dead body of Elena Gilbert laying at his feet had empowered Klaus. The damned Petrova line had been the blood tie to keep it all down. He hated his mother and he hated how he used Tatia this way. may she rot in hell
Werewolves were the key. He was going to have his hybrid army. The only one who could truly stop him was his brother Elijah. Elijah along with his other siblings were safely tucked away with daggers in their chests. Nothing was going to stop him now. Oh sure, that blasted crew back in Mystic Falls would do what they could to stop him, but they had to find him first. That would be far easier said than done. He had ensured that they would never find where he’d absconded to by taking with him the one vampire who could actually be of use to him. That was Stefan Salvatore. Stefan in his regal Ripper glory was a sight to behold. Klaus had called him a master in his craft and he was right.
In order to get the Ripper of Monterrey to sell out to him, all it took was the promise of a cure that could heal his brother Damon. The bite from Tyler Lockwood had put Damon in a sad state. Ordinary vampires that were bitten by werewolves did not survive. The only cure for such atrocities was a very magical potion. That magical potion was the blood of the Original Hybrid. Klaus had Stefan by a certain part of the anatomy and he enjoyed every minute of it. After plying Stefan with human blood and a squirming sacrifice, the Ripper was free. Klaus didn’t care that Damon had the cure and would be alive. He got what he wanted. He wanted Stefan.
The bloodlust in Stefan’s eyes was absolutely magnificent. After Stefan had fed on the sacrifice in the warehouse, they were off into the American South. Tyler Lockwood was his first successful hybrid. Klaus was bound and determined to make more. He needed help to round up these packs. As good as he was, he knew that bringing along Stefan as a henchman of sorts would work. He didn’t want to admit it of course, but he had missed the bond they had in Chicago back in 1920. It was close to what he had with Elijah, but with Stefan he didn’t have a judgmental older brother trying to stop him from doing such nonsense things like being concerned for human life. Ripper Stefan was just as bloodthirsty as Klaus was. This was going to be damn messy.
Klaus pulled out his mobile phone. He and Stefan had just arrived in Maggie Valley, NC. It would be hard to get a signal with a mobile, but fortunately he had a powerful device and his call was being put through to someone who would be able to boost the signal. The number dialed was that of Madeleana Morningstar. Madeleana was the one who had been more of a mother to him than Esther ever was. “Make sure that they won’t find us.” He told the ancient demoness. “I don’t want any of those pathetic little worms thinking they can find us and stop me from my mission.”
Back in Mystic Falls, the daughter of Cain was smiling as she spoke to the newly freed Original Hybrid. “You needn’t worry about any of them. They’ll stay far away. I’ll ensure it.” She was sitting alone in her study surrounded by tomes of ancient magic that mankind had forgotten over the centuries. “The pretty blonde vampire is still floating around town, Niklaus. Surely you’ve not forgotten her?”
How could he forget about Caroline Forbes? That would have to wait for now. Klaus had more important matters to attend to now. He had no idea to what end Madeleana was arriving speaking of the beautiful blonde. He’d entertain such notions at a later date. “Of course I haven’t forgotten. I have to create my hybrids first. A king has to have his kingdom after all.” He didn’t know why she’d taken him under her wing all those years ago, but her was certainly glad of it. He’d have been dead all those centuries ago had she not protected him. His connection to her was precious. She wouldn’t try to stop him like Elijah would. She encouraged him.
“Be wary Golden One. I would not fully trust the Salvatore brother despite how deeply he is in the blood lust. Call me if you need me.” Her scarlet lips were close to the phone as she spoke. The elegant digits of her left hand were resting on her lap. “Your siblings are still safe and sound asleep. Nothing will harm them or wake them. That I promise.”
His dimples were prominent when he smiled. “That’s what I wanted to here. Talk to you soon.” He clicked off his phone sliding it into his pocket. Maggie Valley, NC was in the shadow of the Great Smoky Mountains. The land was overrun with Werewolf Packs. He could feel it in his bones. He turned to look at his traveling companion. “Stefan. Tell me. Have you found any leads yet where our wolves are hiding? Or shall we go stir up a few leads by going to the local watering hole?” Klaus was very anxious to head to a bar to start asserting their dominance and instilling fear in the wolves. He’d known for centuries that wolves tended to travel in packs. There was nothing more chilling than killing a room full of wolves and leaving one left to tell the story. His eyes were glittering gold. A hint of his fangs brushed against his lips. He was always in the mood to spill blood.
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04/24/2020 11:09 PM
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Creeping Death
Creeping Death Rembrandt/ 1593610 Mystic Falls
The residence of Klaus and Caroline Mikaelson
He never thought this day would come. For centuries he was known as a heartless monster who constantly murdered at will with no regard for human life. Many of the myths and legends of Europe were written about him or because of him. Countless years as the age of man grew, there was a monster who preyed upon mankind turning them into just as ruthless monsters as he had been. Klaus Mikaelson, monster of all monsters known by some as The Great Evil was a married man. He glanced down at the fourth finger of his left hand and the Platinum band on it. Caroline Forbes, the greatest love of his life was now his wife. It was a dream come true. He flexed his fingers of his left hand and smiled.
Caroline still had business to attend to as co-headmistress of the Salvatore Boarding School, so Klaus had kissed his wife as she rushed out the door. The wedding and the honeymoon were over. The real world was calling and they had to answer. Klaus stepped into the large living room with a smile on his face. The living room was full of gifts that had been shipped back to Mystic Falls from the wedding venue of Castle Kilkenny in Ireland. The house had also been decorated by the skilled hand of Lizzie Saltzman. Klaus could imagine Lizzie supervising while Hope and Josie did the actual labor. He chuckled because he knew that was a very Caroline thing to do. Lizzie was very much a mini Caroline and it amused Klaus greatly.
He held a package or two in his hands. Various cards upon these gifts were from those who had sent gifts but were unable to attend the wedding. This was a far cry from the monster that leveled villages in Spain or turned Bulgaria crimson with the blood of Travelers who attempted to hide Katerina Petrova as she ran from him. He did receive tribute from those across Europe who sought to curry his favor. This reminded him of that somewhat, although he knew Bonnie Bennett would use more violent means to ensure that Klaus treated one of her childhood best friends appropriately. Klaus continued to weed through the gifts. Some he knew better than to open without Caroline. Others just seemed to be too irresistible to ignore.
Klaus took one small package in hand. It had no card with it which he thought was extremely odd. Slender fingers held the package in hand. It was wrapped in plain silver paper. That stood out to him. He held it in his hands trying to examine it carefully. Shaking it gently brought no sound. Klaus carried it with him as he sat in his favorite chair. He lay it on the nearest desk as he went to pour himself some bourbon. With his glass of alcohol in hand, he stared at it. Something about the package felt ominous. Klaus had fought through hell itself to get back to Caroline again. He wasn’t going to let anyone steal what he had longed for over all these years. There was something sinister about this package and he did not like it one iota. He was Klaus Mikaelson. Nothing was supposed to instill fear in him. He was the Hybrid. He was that which men feared. Yet here he sat intimidated by a small box. His temper rose at an alarming rate. Klaus slammed his glass down on the desk and reached for the small unassuming box. It didn’t look like anything intimidating. It was actually somewhat puny and pathetic. His right index finger slid under the wrapping paper. He separated the paper and soon held a small box in his hand. The box was plain. It was also a slick black color. Cautiously, Klaus lifted the lid from the small box itself. His brow quirked upward when he realized the box was empty. This irritated him further. “What is going on here?” He growled. Klaus tossed the empty box across the room.
Klaus sat forward with his elbows resting on the desk. His curled fingers of his right hand pressing them to his lips. That was when he heard it. The creeping sound started in the room in which he was seated. The origination of the noise was right above the spot where the box landed from where he’d thrown it. He listened intently for a moment. It was like something was growing. The color in his face drained. It was like he was revisiting a very bad memory in a brief rush of time. Klaus sat up straight with his hands immediately falling to his sides. His eyes darkened and his features turned monstrous. The Hybrid's Fangs were bared and at the ready. Fury accompanied his roar. He’d heard this sound once before but it had been nearly 20 years ago.
Klaus used his speed to zoom around the house. He was tearing at the vines that grew with each passing moment. Every where he looked, there was a vine growing. When he’d opened the box, it had released a spell. The vine was spreading all around the house growing around doorways and the front stairs. Klaus kept pulling at the vines and leaving them laying on the ground at his feet. Blossoms were growing from these vines at an alarming rate. These blossoms were black dahlias.
How could this be? This was his worst nightmare again all over again. He knew what this meant. The black dahlias were the calling card of his mother’s sister, Dahlia. Klaus and his siblings had put an end to their aunt by giving her their mother. What had summoned her from the abyss? Whatever it was, Klaus would destroy it and his aunt right along with it. Nothing was going to stop his happiness or ruin his family. They’d all be left in a bloody mess if they dared try.
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04/21/2020 02:12 PM
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Daggered Part IV
Part IV/IV Featuring Queen Bee Daggered Rembrandt/ 1593610 Guest appearances also include Imperfect and Hope
1920 Chicago
Gloria’s
Gloria’s speakeasy was the hit of the supernatural as well as the natural community in Chicago. Klaus Mikaelson sat in his favorite booth. He was watching protectively over his baby sister Rebekah as she was enjoying the typical night’s festivities. He was extremely protective over Rebekah for a simple reason. He loved her. It was his way of protecting her from anything or anyone that would hurt her as they ended up doing more often than not. It was up to Klaus to pick up the pieces. He did far too many times and allowed her to cry on his shoulder. It was what he did. He would always do that for her.
Just a year before, they had fled New Orleans while their father had burned the city down around them. Elijah insisted on being left behind so that they could flee in safety. Not knowing if their brother Elijah was alive or dead wore through on him for the next year. No matter how often he tried to drown that gnawing black hole in his gut with Gloria’s bathtub gin, he still needed to know if Mikael had killed Elijah or if his brother lived. Klaus’ fingers were wrapped around a glass in his hand thinking on this very same subject. He stared down into the liquid just resting there. Who was going to find them first? Would it be Elijah or would it be Mikael? He glanced upward to see his sister dancing with that young vampire Stefan Salvatore. She looked so happy. He was going to have to upset his sister’s happiness again. He already knew it.
Sitting alone with the weight of Atlas on his shoulders, he was always ready to flee at a moment’s notice. Nearly 1000 years of being pursued by Mikael the Destroyer made Klaus an expert at the subject. He hated it. He hated that Rebekah couldn’t stay in one place long enough to actually experience the love of a good man. There were very few men that earned his respect and his approval. The last one had died in New Orleans at the hands of Mikael in a most brutal fashion. Now here she was dancing with Stefan and looking at him with the light of love in her eyes. Klaus actually liked Stefan. He considered the younger a vampire a brother. It had been a long time since he’d been able to call someone a brother like that.
Klaus’ momentary respite was interrupted by the presence of the ancient demon that had been a surrogate mother to him. He’d known her as The Pale Mother when he was little Niklaus the weak child of Esther and Mikael in what would become Mystic Falls. “Niklaus!” She spoke to him in hushed tones. “You have to get Rebekah and flee NOW. Mikael has taken a position with the Chicago PD. They are shutting down all speakeasys trying to find you and your sister. GO! NOW!” She laid down a small box with a silver clasp in front of him. Klaus knew what was in that box. He snatched it up and slid it into his jacket pocket.
Klaus knew better than to doubt anything that Madeleana told him. He immediately stood to his feet and ran toward the dance floor. “Come along Rebekah. It’s time to go…” He spoke through clenched teeth. Just as he clamped his hand down on Rebekah’s arm pulling her away from Stefan, the door was being repeatedly struck with a battering ram. “REBEKAH!” He gripped a little harder this time with the sound of the splintering door.
Stefan was confused by what was happening himself and why Klaus was running off with Rebekah. Klaus stood in front of the younger vampire and started to compel him. “You will forget you know anything about me or my sister. We were never here.” The blank look on the younger vampire’s face told him that his compulsion had worked. He pulled Rebekah him out into the alley behind the speakeasy. It was fortunate that this escape was made specifically as an easy get away for Klaus and Rebekah. She kept wiggling against him trying to stop him from running off with her. “Come on sweetheart, we’ve got to GO! It’s Mikael! He’s here.” The dread in his voice made him wonder if Elijah was dead. He had to be if Mikael was here… right? Klaus would ask Madeleana about that later when he and Rebekah were safely away. She would find Klaus. Maddie knew where he was always.
“No!” Rebekah managed to free herself from Klaus’ grip. “I’m staying Nik. I don’t want to run anymore. I want to stay here with Stefan.” She was absolutely smitten with the young ripper who was so dashing and handsome. She was even ready to defy her brother to fight for him if she had to do so. “I’m tired of running Nik!”
“I’m sorry Rebekah. That’s not an acceptable answer.” He grasped her arm again and held her still. The contents of the box that he was given by Madeleana was a White Oak Ash Dagger. It was the one that he’d last used on Rebekah in the 19th Century in New Orleans. He slid the blade into her heart with a smooth firm move. “It has to be this way.” He told her as he watched the light of life fade from her eyes. Her skin became an ashen gray color. She was alive, but she was daggered. He lifted her from her feet and began to walk away with her. They would live to see another day.
Current day, Mystic Falls
Since returning to Mystic Falls, Klaus Mikaelson returned to living in the house he had refurnished when he first brought all his siblings coffins into one place. At one time they were all here and in those boxes. None of them were daggered any longer. Even Finn and Kol were both alive again. Elijah was not currently in Mystic Falls, but he was also alive and well.
Klaus was sitting in a chair in his study (well it was actually Elijah’s study, since his entire family lived there) going over last minute details for his wedding to Caroline Forbes. They had chosen to go to Kilkenny Castle in Dublin, Ireland because Caroline had a fondness for the Emerald Isle. Klaus would give her anything she asked any time she asked it. While he was sitting alone making some arrangements to ensure that all the guests and wedding party members would be able to have suitable accommodations and the venue was prepared, his daughter Hope joined him. “DAD!” The Tribrid entered through the front door of the home that was also as much as it was his.
Klaus had a tumbler of bourbon in his left hand and his phone in the other. “I’m in here Princess!” He called out to her so she could hear him. He had too much to do as the time was ticking away. He couldn’t believe that he was actually going to be truly happy for the first time in his life. Caroline made his heart leap for joy simply by existing.
Hope joined her father in her Uncle’s Study. “How goes the wedding plans?” She plopped into the chair across from him trying to slyly sneak a bottle of wine from the liquor cabinet. “Where are we going again?”
“Ireland.” Klaus answered. “We’re getting married in a cathedral on the grounds of a haunted Castle.” He looked up over his phone at his daughter. “What can I do for you?” He asked. “I know this wasn’t a simple social call. I did tell you that your Pup Rafael can come along to the wedding right?”
Hope looked back at him with his own eyes both lit with that same hint of the devil he talked about years ago. “He can? That’s great! BUT um no. I was going to ask you about Aunt Bekah and Uncle Thor.”
There it was. The words he’d been dreading since he had started putting the logistics of the trip together. He lowered his phone. “I have sent the invitation to my little sister.” He inhaled sharply and slowly exhaled. “There are a lot of things in my long life I regret, Hope. One thing I do not regret was all the steps I took over the years to protect her as I did. She’s alive now and married to the god of Thunder.” A slow smile crept across his face as he could recall a time in the past when he and Rebekah talked about that when they were both tiny little humans more than 1000 years ago. “She’s my sister Hope. I can’t imagine this special day with the love of my life without her. I’m glad she’s alive to see it.” His blue eyes twinkled for a moment. “Besides that, I have yet to meet my new nephew. Can you imagine a better place for the young son of Thor and an Original to make his debut?”
Hope was glad to see her father smiling like this. The love of Caroline Forbes had changed The Great Evil. Klaus was still the diabolical bastard he always was especially when he threatened to rip Rafael’s guts out through his nostrils, but there was no one on the planet more at the ready to defend his family than Klaus Mikaelson. Centuries of daggering his siblings had only proved one thing, there bonds of family were the strongest ever. Nothing could shatter them no matter what dared come against them. The name Mikaelson was a dynasty that would last until the end of time. Klaus would fight all the powers of hell if he had to because what Elijah had told him was true today as it was then. Family really is power.
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04/19/2020 07:14 PM
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Crimson Ribbon
Crimson Ribbon Rembrandt/ 1593610 1492 England
All was in perfect alignment. For nearly 500 years, that which he had been denied would finally be given to him. The sacrifices were all prepared. He had his werewolf. He had his vampire. He even had a witch willing to perform the ceremony to break the curse. All that remained was to secure the human doppelgänger. Niklaus had met her only days before. She was a charming creature with huge oaken hues. She had been the image of the previous Petrova that his mother had used in the beginning. Her name was Katerina.
He’d left it to his brother Elijah to secure the doppelgänger. He knew how important this was to Niklaus. He also knew that the doppelgänger had to die. This didn’t phase Niklaus any. Unfortunately this had a profound affect on Elijah. The entire night before the brothers had argued about the fate of the doppelgänger. Elijah pled for her life. Niklaus would have none of it. Katerina Petrova had to die.
The next day Klaus was preparing for the ritual when one of Elijah’s servants approached him. He was a young vampire who had been turned after dying as a result of the plague the previous century before. He approached Klaus with his head hung low and wringing hands. “L-Lord N-Niklaus. Forgive the intrusion.”
The Original Hybrid turned in the direction of the boy he’d saved the century prior. “Yes… what is it?” The demeanor of the young vampire didn’t bode well for him. This day was nearly 500 years in the making. He couldn’t allow anything to ruin it. His teeth were starting to grind together. “Out with IT!” He shouted as he bared his fangs.
The young vampire was visibly shaking in the wake of the notorious anger of the Original Hybrid. “The doppelgänger has gotten away.” He mumbled visibly shaking so badly he was physically ill. That was not the entire story just yet. The rest of the news was going to end up badly for him. Perhaps that was why Lord Elijah compelled him to bring the news instead of bringing it himself.
Klaus could tell when another vampire had been compelled. “What is it that my brother could not tell me in person?” His fangs were bared and his countenance was monstrous. “TELL ME!”
The hapless fool was about to become a sacrificial lamb to the infuriated Hybrid. “Rosemarie and Trevor gave chase. She hurt herself and was fed the blood of Rosemarie. The doppelgänger hung herself and is now a vampire.”
Klaus’ angry scream echoed through the castle. Five hundred years of waiting and planning had been foiled by the machinations of a mere girl? He had drastically underestimated the tenacity of the latest Petrova doppelgänger. “She is a vampire???” Klaus was panting hard with the force of his rage. The doppelgänger line would have ended with Katerina's transformation. Vampires could not father or bear children. All was lost in his eyes. He lashed out ripping the head off the young vampire letting the bloody corpse fall onto the rug he’d purchased from a trader on the Silk Road.
Klaus' rage filled the castle as his servants both vampire and human trembled. He stormed up to one immediately beginning to compel him as his brother had done to the dead vampire on the expensive rug in the hall. “You will immediately ride out to find my brother. Tell him to not come into my presence again until he has found Katerina. Once you have conveyed your message to him, you will pull out your dagger and carve out your own heart. You will toss it to the ground at Elijah’s feet before you die. Are we clear?” The poor vampire nodded before leaving Klaus with the others. Klaus barked orders toward a human servant. “Clean up this mess before I return!”
He was still wearing his monstrous face as he made his way toward the room where the captured werewolf was being treated as an honored guest. He threw open the door and began barking at the woman that had warmed his bed the night before. “Get OUT of my castle! Now!”
The woman seemed incensed and absolutely bewildered by the Lord's actions. She had dark skin and dark hair not unlike Katerina's. “You would favor the gypsy harlot over me?” She had no idea that instead of making love to her all night long, Klaus had meant to brutally murder her that night.
“Harlot? What do you mean? Do you know the Petrova girl?” Klaus was still angry although his monstrous features started to subside. He started to compel the werewolf. “Tell me what you know!” He grabbed her by the arms holding her in place.
The woman could not help but reply to the question put to her. “The Petrova Family lives in Bulgaria. Katerina had a bastard child some six months ago. It was taken away by her father.”
Klaus’ eyes widened. Katerina had a child. The Petrova line would continue. A deliciously evil smile curled his handsome features. “If Katerina wants to betray me and become immortal, then I can make her new immortal life a living HELL. I’ll start by killing her family.” Klaus wasn’t one to kill a child especially a baby. It would work to his advantage to have Katerina’s child grow and have children. “Was this child a female?” He asked of the compelled werewolf who nodded in response to the question. “Good.” He allowed his face to become monstrous once more and his fangs were bared. The sharp canines of the Hybrid were viciously buried into the flesh right around the carotid artery of the werewolf female. Even as she struggled in his arms, the precious warm fluid of her vivacious life poured into his throat. Klaus drank completely from the werewolf female letting her drop to the ground.
With the dead wolf’s blood coating his chin, Klaus did not care who saw him. His beastly countenance was reflecting what he felt in all actuality. This was the fault of one little doppelgänger. Now she would pay. Eternal life for Katerina Petrova would result in nothing but eternal damnation. First stop for the Hybrid and his revenge was the cottage of the Petrova family. It was time to saturate the ground with Petrova blood.
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