klaus mikaelson

     “ Until you’re in the clear and not do anything stupid to earn yourself more enemies , no . At least when it comes in keeping you alive .” Everytime hope thought about her father dying , her humanity flickers through . It’s something she wants to prevent no matter what . Start off with the smaller enemies then go big like the hollow and before that malivore . “ Then you shouldn’t have me … Let me leave another future for a sibling that won’t know I exist… At least one of us won’t lose you. “ Hope didn’t care what happens after she made sure they were all together and safe. 

     “No ,  but clearly you need help in picking better hybrids . Not just choose any random werewolf and have them sire to you only for someone like tyler lockwood have them break the sire bond and turn against you and have them force your hand in massacring your army to be . “ Hope gave her father a look . “ Don’t make them hate you . Have them care and love you, be grateful to you … it’s better to be loved than feared . Or at least find a balance between the two . “ Hope mused as they both entered the hospital . 

        Turning to look at him when he caught her gaze, hope’s eyes looked into her fathers . Scoffing at the words that came out . “ I can do it just as easily. My humanity being off is a different story . “ She paused for a moment knowing her father would want to know . “ I had to kill my first love who was born for the purpose of being a vessel for malivore, his father ,  to save the world . I picked the world above my own happiness because of the stupid pressure and constant reminder to be and do better than you, on top of making you proud… The moment I plunged a sword made of my own blood into Landon’s heart, ending Malivore who can only be killed by me, is the moment it flipped .” She lightly chuckled . “  And the reason why I keep it off is to prevent myself from crying my eyes out every time I see you . “

klaus huffed. ❝ i’m not an expert on parenthood, but i’m fairly certain that’s not how it’s supposed to work. ❞ he didn’t know what to feel like when such things came out of her mouth. that his loss would ever have an impact such as that on someone else ... that he would ever find such love and devotion ... that someone would defy the laws of physics to save him and still sacrifice their relationship ... of course he was at a loss of words, he had never felt such love, not an ounce of it. 

❝ ...tyler is doing what? ❞ the blood went straight to his head. he should kill the man as soon as possible. waste of space. ❝ loved? me? ❞ klaus scowled. ❝ that’s absurd. i need soldiers, people who will follow orders, not best friends. ❞ she made no sense. one minute she was encouraging him to take tatiana’s blood by force, the next she wanted him to be nicer to his hybrids. was her humanity switch messing with her head? klaus had to admit he didn’t like it one bit that the girl who was supposed to be his daughter couldn’t handle her own emotions.

    despite her perky, upbeat personality, most knew of caroline forbes dangerous temper. she could be a force to be reckoned with, before and after her transformation - so sitting there, stuck in the grill glaring with all her might at the original vampire, she felt increasingly frustrated. 

he had walked in moment’s before, caroline too preoccupied with the essay she was typing out on her laptop to pay attention to the daily customers in and out of the mystic grill. but it was the name ‘klaus’ that was enough to snap her head up, looking over at whoever had introduced himself to the bartender. 

 it wasn’t as though it was klaus’ mere presence that had cause her anger ( though she would of been angry simply just because it was klaus ) but it was who was speaking that had her almost trembling with rage. to find it was the stranger from the school - the apparently surprised newcomer who had been so friendly with her. why had he not told her who he was? or threatened her, or asked where elena had been? she didn’t know, didn’t want to know what kind of twisted games the man - no, monster was playing. 

she just wanted him to know that she was glaring at the back of his head, hoping that it would somehow implode with some secret new vampire power that had never been tried before. 

“hey, man ... uh, this girl has been glaring at you for like ten minutes now ... did you forget to give her a call or something?” 

his brows shot up higher on his forehead and he turned away from the bartender to follow his line of sight straight to one very cross blonde. ❝ something like that. ❞ 

Stefan spent too much time fighting his hunger and despising the ripper side of himself, but during the times he was off the wagon he certainly enjoyed it. Except when Klaus called and he had to come running like a good little lap dog. So, he arrived at the Mikaelson mansion that night, moderately irritated after Klaus refused to give him any details of his request over the phone. He didn’t like the fact that there were too many originals per square meter in here, it didn’t put him at ease and he hoped not to bump into any of them. Well, except maybe Rebekah - he could tolerate her. He came to a halt when he saw Klaus in the library - painting of all things. And here he thought the matter was urgent. “Ok, I’m here. What’s so important that you couldn’t tell me over the phone? Because if you asked me over here to model for you …" 

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❝ there you are, charming as ever, ❞ klaus mocked his constant poor mood. ❝ you wouldn’t pose for me, stefan? well, i suppose if i asked ... you would have to. ❞ he shifted his attention back to the painting, adding a few more precise brush strokes. ❝ come on, wipe that scowl off your face, pour yourself some bourbon and relax ... i need to tell you something and you have to be moderately drunk to hear this. ❞

truthfully, elena had enough of stefan acting the way he had been acting. she was ready to confront him about it and maybe even get lexi involved – she just needed to get ahold of her first. it wasn’t even so much about missing her boyfriend, which of course she did, but she wanted to pull stefan out of the downward spiral. the youngest petrova doppelganger walked into the salvatore house and looked around, neither salvatore being home so she made herself a glass of bourbon and made herself comfortable on the couch. while she sat there, legs crossed and her shoes off because hell the place was like a second home.even under the circumstances. ❝  took you long enough. ❞ she said, pushing up from the spot and when she saw klaus instead of stefan, her blood ran cold and the glass fell from her hand and shattered.  ❝  what are you doing here. ❞

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❝ of course you’re here, ❞ klaus let out as he approached the girl, half pleased, half humored to find her in the salvatore estate of all places. ❝ it should’ve been the first place i looked. elena gilbert ... when are you going to learn the salvatores are no good for you? ❞ perhaps it was a doppelganger thing. he heard katerina herself was quite fond of those boys as well.

there  would  always  be  so  much  R E S E N T M E N T:  that  despite  everything  else  and  anyone  else  supernatural,  he’d  remain  the  antithesis  of  every  single  loss  they’d  all  experienced.  as  if  he  was  an  uncontrolled  force  willing  to  take  out  anything  in  its  path  in  order  to  get  what  they  want.  she’d  debate  that  it  was  all  downright  narcissistic  (  that  even  if  he  had  some  childhood  trauma,  it  didn’t  excuse  him  from  all  the  torment  he’d  spread  ). that  if  not  for  PROOF  that  she’d  willingly  risk  it  all  to  ensure  elena  remained  out  of  his  hands,  she’d  undeniably  be  calculating  her  next  move  –  awaiting  to  see  when  the  next  checkmate  would  offer  itself  up  as  an  opportunity. 

“  take  the  hint  already,  ”  she  remained  strong  and  convicted  in  her  tone,  letting  herself  wonder  in  some  aimless  pace  because  she’d  admit,  there  was  a  small  part  of  her  that  had  enjoyed  getting  a  one  over  on  the  very  being  who’d  otherwise  been  convinced  he  was  controlling  the  board  –  always  best  to  keep  an  eye  on  the  smaller  details;  you  never  know  what  you’ll  miss  when  you’re  convinced  you’ve  already  won.  “  i’m  always  gonna  be  here  to  protect  the  people  I  love…which  means  you’ll  never  win.  ”​

klaus hummed as if entertained, lips curled into the hint of a smile, but eyes cold as ice as he regarded the witch. ❝ bonnie bennett... ❞ her name was humble, unsuspecting, no one would imagine a powerful witch to stand behind it. he approached the girl, little more than a teenager herself. young, but oh so very determined to get herself into trouble. ❝ believe it or not, i like you, bonnie. you’ve got some ... spirit, however inconvenient it may be at times. ❞ 

there was something almost poetic about this moment. here mikael was; standing behind the vile being he had been hunting down for the past thousand years. after years of his so called son hiding behind his siblings with his tail tucked between his legs, and mikael’s small stint stuck in a tomb for over a decade, he was finally able to get his hands on him. 

“if it isn’t my bastard step son.” 

mikael announced his presence, his eyes studying the self proclaimed hybrid king as their eyes met for the first time in over a hundred years. before anything else could be said, mikael was standing in front of the only exit out of the building, effectively blocking niklaus’ possible escape route. “you and i have much to discuss, niklaus. a lot of unfinished business.” he took a few steps closer to him. “what? the big, bad wolf can’t speak? cat got your tongue?” 

after a thousand years, the sound of his voice still sent shivers down his spine. klaus turned to face the man who hadn’t fathered him, but had made him into what he was nevertheless. there was no violence in his heart, no fear and no hatred, until mikael. ironically, no other mikaelson had grown so much alike him - to inspire such fear and hatred in the hearts of others through brutal and relentless violence.

Vincent walked through the cemetery of Mystic Falls, his head lost in thoughts of what had happened five days ago. Once again, magic was responsible for the death and suffering of innocent people. He had thought that leaving New Orleans also meant leaving all of that behind but obviously, there was no escaping the supernatural. As much as he tried to stay away from it, it seemed to follow him around everywhere. 

Vincent noticed a few people visiting the graves of those who had perished at the school fire, letting out a sigh. He knew too well the feeling, of losing someone to the supernatural. And they didn’t even know the real reason behind their deaths. Taking a seat on the sidewalk, Vincent took out his notebook and started to write down his thoughts when he sensed the presence of someone near him. “A shame what happened five days ago, right? Poor souls.” He said, looking at those mourning their dead loved ones.

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❝ a shame? ❞ he repeated, allowing his gaze to linger on the mourning crowd. ❝ i wouldn’t call the events of that evening shameful, no... ❞ then his sight settled upon the scribbling man, determined as he was to note down every passing thought that crossed his mind. ❝ you look like a man who does crosswords ... what’s a word for ‘the works of some wicked witch’? ❞ 

emmett stayed quiet as klaus explained his words, processing the explanation rather quickly and nodding his head once to show that he was listening and understood where he was going. “what was the message?” the hybrid asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. for a moment, emmett was going to question why his sire hadn’t given him or gianna the task of delivering said message, but then he realized that getting the message from classmates was a smarter move. 

“me? you know i don’t do much.” he let out a short laugh. “what can i do for you, boss man?” 

klaus eyed emmett, wondering whether he should tell him the whole truth or some version of it. after all, despite how efficient he had been, his schemes had been unsavory even to those who had known him and of his ways of centuries. ❝ that should she continue to evade me, her classmates, friends and family would meet an abrupt and bloody end. but, you know, ❞ he waved a hand and widened his smile, ❝ with some flair! ❞

      “ Maybe … but you only had me . Which will be quick to change considering I already began changing the future . “ Hope mused about as she rolled her eyes . Humanity or not its a decision she will go through even if it meant her own demise . As long as her father was alive and safe and her mother as well , hope would do anything to ensure her goal . Of course , if she had her humanity on , this wouldnt be the way she wanted to spend time with him . She would be far too emotional if it were on . 

       “ Well , I did practically kidnapped his future wife and changed her future by bringing her here and snapped his neck at the school . “ Hope replied nonchalantly . “ I’m going to kill her after I rip out her brother’s heart in front of her . Or better yet , lock him up and drop him into the deepest trenches of the ocean where he will suffer for eternity . “  Of course that was his fate last time unfortunately it ended when her uncle elijah died . 

      “ I never said to leave elena be . Just get blood from both of them . You’re free to do whatever is you’re planning to do . Make a deal of whatever you are to do with her . “ Hope of course didn’t have that dilemma when it came to making her own hybrids . “ I don’t know. With affection behind your name or whatever . told me stories and one about you … making paint out of berries . “ of course hope knew that because he told her when she was younger . 

      “ a thousand plus years and that girl might still have it bad for you . Use that to you’re advantage . drain her of her blood and put it into blood bags for future uses . USE HER . make her believe you care about her to she’s more willing to give you her blood .  “  There was no emotion behind her eyes . Hope looked at her father before continuing on to walk into the hospital for testing . 

❝ don’t get me wrong, sweetheart - i’m a big fan of your commitment to keeping me alive, ❞ he started, still adjusting to the idea himself. ❝ ...but shouldn’t i have a say on what happens in my own future? ❞ a part of him struggled with the idea of someone else knowing better than himself, but most of it was an issue with control - or its lack thereof. ❝ after all ... if i am able to have children, do you really expect me to never have one? how realistic is that? ❞ 

klaus stared at his daughter, finding her bluntness in regards to her own wrongdoings refreshing and yet somehow still a little disconcerting. it was like staring at a younger version of himself: wicked and remorseless. was that how his siblings felt all the time? ❝ is that who you are? or simply the humanity free version of yourself speaking? ❞ he hadn’t a clue how he was supposed to feel about it all. ❝ that is an excellent idea, love. i must be there to watch it unfold. ❞ 

     “ Sometimes .” That was the key-word . “ Other times , those good memories can be often repeated . can be as something as simple as listening to the birds chirping first thing in the morning .” Zaya loved that sound . “ the smell of musk and pine and just the fresh air of the woods .” She mused . 

      Zaya lightly laughed when he flirted back . Her smile turned sad for him . She knew far too well what it was like . Albeit , at least her father did loved her . He never showed it but she knew . He had saved her after all . She could deduce the fact that his father abused him while his mother probably did nothing to stop it. “ My mother actually did try to kill me . “ She confessed .  Sometimes it felt like the scar on her back still burned . as if cut recently . that’s how fresh it was . The nightmares had stopped but they were there as a reminder .“ He was no father to you . not even worthy of being recognized as one .  whatever he said to you , they aren’t true .  ” Zaya might have just met him but she also knew abusive parents would say anything to cause pain . take out their anger on a child . 

                 “ I know coming from me it might not mean much , given we just met .” 

       She offered him a sweet smile . “ I know It’s so hard to forget pain . to be unloved . It shapes people  into who they are but it doesn’t define us . growing up unloved doesn’t mean you aren’t deserving of it . “ Zaya’s hand reached to play with his hair for a bit . “ Don’t ask yourself why … just ask who . “ She replied . instead of questioning why , question who are there at his side . who will love him . who will be standing there until the end of the line and even beyond it . 

       She thought about his question . Questioning those darker parts of herself . “  Sometimes I wonder what would be like for everything inside me that is denied and unknown to be revealed … “ She trailed off for a moment , looking into his eyes when he leaned in and kissed her . as quick as it was left her wanting more . 

      She didn’t hesitate in kissing him back . Straddling him , the brunette kissed him just as deeply . Her arms came up around his neck as he pulled her against him . Whatever logic and reason she normally possessed had melted away. Time had stopped. Zaya was awash in the feel of his body against hers and under , in his scent, and in the taste of his lips . Unbeknown  of the predator that he is . she was right about one thing ; guys like him were dangerous . the devil in disguises. Only problem being was the fact that the devil isn’t a little red man with horns and a tail. The devil can be beautiful and zaya was playing right into his palms . 

she was sweet. kind. full of empathy and with a caring, comforting nature. klaus wouldn’t have guessed all that from the way she spoke about the crimes in town. she came across as a much colder individual ... he was pleasantly surprised. tracing her delicate jaw, he hummed a simple, ❝ mmhmm, ❞ as she spoke. he didn’t care much for what she had to say, after all she didn’t truly know him, what he had lived through, all the sins he had committed. to her, he was just another man from a broken home. she could never comfort him with words, but she was warm and pretty and her lips quite inviting...

as the kiss deepened, he could hear the blood rushing in her veins through her lithe body, awakening her senses. klaus pulled her impossibly closer, breathing in her perfume and savoring her mouth. his hands grabbed her by the hips to keep her in place, then reached back for her ass. what were the chances she had a handcuff in there?

klaus smiled into the kiss, pulling back to catch her delicate chin between his thumb and index finger. ❝ don’t be afraid, ❞ he compelled her before his ice blue eyes grew golden and the veins below them blackened. it was too much temptation for him to hold back any longer and his fangs protuded from his gums, pearly white and sharp. klaus brought his lips to her neck this time, pressing a kiss over her pulse, then another and finally - a bite. throwing an arm around her body to keep her from pulling away and hurting herself any more than she had to in the process.

finn parted his lips to respond, to make another comment, more than likely snide and filled with resentment towards his younger brother, but he decided against it. he didn’t want to further the animosity between the two of them even more. he was the older brother after all - he had to show some sort of self control and be the responsible one, right? he pursed his lips, listening as klaus spoke about their father and his never ending quest to end niklaus - and them. “and does your plan to make sure your survival is insured include finding a way to make sure he retires?” 

finn looked at him with a curious expression. if the question had been posed to him nine hundred years prior, he would have given his brother an unimpressed look and walk away. but he was genuinely curious to see what klaus had up his sleeve. and he had to admit that being in klaus’ presence was a lot more appealing than ’staring at the walls for the rest of the night’ as his younger brother put it. “who are you stalking?” 

it wasn’t that klaus hated his eldest brother, because he didn’t. much like elijah, finn had always had a holier-than-thou know-it-all edge to him in his eyes. perhaps he had envied the two when they were younger - for being more like mikael and less like ... well, himself. and truth be told, the longer he stayed in that box, the easier it was to leave him there. sleeping. safe and sound and out of his way. was that right? no. did he feel guilty about it? maybe. did he regret it? well ... he was certain that would come back to bite him in the ass eventually, but for now ... not really. ❝ i’m working on it, ❞ klaus shot back with a smile. he certainly looked more confident than he felt about his plan.

“Everyone else did,” she said as she looked down, wondering if she should tell him about her past. If he was open to even hearing it. He didn’t seem like the type who was into talking about their emotions and she didn’t want to bother him. “You would think being hit and beaten would be the worst types of abuse but honestly being ignored and treated as if you don’t exist hurts even worse,” she said as she looked up at him, a single tear falling down her cheek unknowingly. 

“You get to see everyone else receive love and affection and they just walk past you as you hold your arms out to them begging for something, just anything. And then when you make a mistake, they not only call you out on it but it’s like a vulture attacking a corpse,” she lamented, eyes glazed over as she crossed her arms, practically hugging herself. She had never shown this side to Klaus, never even told him about her past, and now here she was laying it all out. “I don’t want to be that again so please, Klaus,” she said, voice breaking, “just don’t give up on me. I’ll prove myself a thousand times over.”

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he swallowed as gianna vented, averting his gaze as she went on and on about her loveless upbringing ... klaus wasn’t one to advertise his past struggles, certainly not quite that blatantly, but something about her confession struck a nerve. ❝ abuse is abuse, love. it all hurts the same. ❞

Kol was pacing his room. Despite his attempted to contact Davina’ he had stioll not heard back from her since the incidents at the school. Although he couldn’t blame her for wanting to avoid the mikaelson, Kol just needed to know she was safe. As the door slammed open, he turned from the window to greet his elder brother with a roll of his eyes. “You never were good at privacy unless it was your own..” he stated before tilting his head a little at the males further words. “Oh so you are curious about whether I am telling you the truth now? I see you found out about Hope..” he almost teased. 

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klaus readily ignored his brother’s correct assessment. ❝ yes, i did - well, sort of. the girl insists she is my daughter from a distant future where i have died and she is time traveling to essentially save my life ... which i find ridiculous for several reasons, but she does possess a certain level of ... determination ❞ read: stubborness ❝ ...that rivals my own, so who knows? ❞ 

it’d  had  become  strange  how   F A M I L I A R   everything  had  become:  as  if  when  he  closed  his  eyes  come  dusk,  he  was  back  there  –  a  thousand  years  unpassing  and  the  smell  of  the  night  fire  would  fill  his  lungs  while  his  children  sang  to  him.  he  wondered  if  all  of  this  was  some  cruel  trick,  bound  to  a  land  that  used  to  be  home,  unknowing  of  the  cause  or  reason  (  that  perhaps  this  was  his  punishment  for  being  unable  to  prevent  the  life  one  of  his  pack  had  taken  all  that  time  ago  ).  

he’d  kept  a  distance  when  niklaus  was  a  boy,  intent  on  protecting  him  from  the truth   though  he’d  found  his  failings  there  (  had  the  brutal  fathering  methods  of mikael  not  proven  such,  everything  niklaus  had  become  would  surely  surface  ).  there was  a  memory  that  had  often  surfaced,  not  so  violent  as  the  youngest  mikaelson’s death  but  so  simple  only  a  distant  father  would  let  it  be  tattooed  to  his  soul.  the visage  of  a  young  boy  at  peace  while  he  picked  flowers  to  create  paint,  untainted by  the  hands  of  mikael  or  the  harshness  of  the  world. 

“  do  you  suppose,  any  of  them  will  get  close  enough  to  find  an  answer ?  ”,  finding  himself  unable  to  resist  the  approach,  voice  cautious  and  held  back  while  his  features  soften  only  slightly.  while  his  words  offer  an  excuse  to  talk,  they’re  also  genuine;  he’d  not  give  up  himself  if  any  of  his  blood  had  died  in  there.  so  he  was  hardly  certain  anyone  else  could  –  grief  made  people  hold  onto  things  to  fill  the  hole. ​

his attention was torn away from the human masses to the approaching stranger. klaus stood a few feet away from the commotion of concerned townies surrounding the school grounds, thickening with each passing minute as the people of mystic falls realized the damage their assigned “safe zone” had caused on their loved ones. they yelled for information, inquiring about their missing, calling for them ... klaus wasn’t completely sure where his siblings were himself, but it wasn’t the fire that had worried him that evening. it was the witchcraft, and whoever stood behind it all. 

        “ Don’t worry , I’ll let you know who not to impregnant . “ Hope was still bent on the fact that if he avoided having her , he’d have a better life and live . “ Loophole on being an original hybrid . “ 

      “ Oh yeah , uncle kol . He’s probably mad at me .” She was amused none the less .  “ Because aurora has a vendetta against our family . She stand accused of stealing my body, blaspheming my family name,  trying to find a way to kill me , and… well, for being a relentless bitch, really . “  There was so much to say to him . Quite the long story really but that was the just of it . At the mention of leaving the other one alone , hope just rolled her eyes . “I read his journals, dad .  I’m sure he’ll get over it . “ Hope simply didn’t care . 

        “ Just take her blood to get more hybrids . Im sure she’ll give it to you by how she spoke about you . If that doesn’t work — by force .” 

his brows shot up higher on his forehead. ❝ excuse me? ❞ she may have a point to it, but his gut instinct was to go after whoever she labeled a no for sure. why was he like that? ❝ it turns out to be a blessing i have only freed myself recently then or you would have a dozen other siblings by now... ❞ mortals were far more appealing before that particular inconvenience arose. he was now reduced to worrying about fathering children. not to mention the fact that in some not so distant future, he might already have... klaus eyed her again, bothered by every mikaelson trait he saw in the girl.

❝ i’m beginning to think he may have a good reason to be mad at you. ❞ he rolled his eyes at the description of aurora. alright, so some of that rang a bell, but still ... aurora, an actual threat? to them? ❝ and what do you plan to do? kill her? it would be best to take her brother out first in that case ... i never liked him. ❞ klaus did like aurora once after all. 

❝ she offered her blood to me, yes ... but i can’t simply leave elena be. so tatiana’s blood ... will be a nice extra, but that shouldn’t change the plans. ❞ katerina, elena, damon, bonnie ... they all needed to be taught a good hard lesson. if this were to become his town, he couldn’t have people opposing him. absolutely not, they needed to be bent or broken, in the end it didn’t matter to him whether or not they lived - only that he had his way, unopposed. klaus was ready to move on to take that silly little test when the question rang in his head... ❝ wait, how did she speak about me? ❞

klaus was often disagreeable, sometimes simply for the sake of it. he was certain he had all the reasons in the world to refuse kol’s strange claims however, and yet they were confirmed by ... how should he even describe her? a time traveling future daughter of his? klaus wanted to laugh every time the matter surfaced to the forefront of his mind. of course he couldn’t believe it, the mere thought led him to question his own sanity. in the end, kol would have his way, after all he was willing to peruse his little brother’s mind for some semblance of an explanation.