I've never been the one to fix what's already broken, and given my unmerciful and gruesome history, it is of no secret that my involvement in any good, usually and most definitely, ends with me having the upper hand and untimely insuring those that, what little good I did manage to help fulfill, will be taken from them. I have and will continue to get what I want, and in the thousands of years I have been roaming this earth I have yet to perceive this known fact any differently. I don't ask for anyone to fear me, but I do ensure that my presence will come with a price.
The warmth of the morning light poured itself around Klaus as he slept, highlighting his peaceful and tranquil features, but Deep within his slumber he is greeted with hellish nightmares tearing at his soul and threatening what little humanity he has left. These nightmares are neither of monsters nor demons, but of the ungodly acts upon those innocent and undeserving of his wrath. These tormentors that haunt Klaus are simply his victims. They taunt him of what he cannot have, and torture him with what he does. It's a never ending task of humility, dishonor, and betrayal all of which drives, but yet destroys, Klaus.
Waking from yet another dreadful nightmare, Klaus quickly wipes the bead of sweat from his forehead and gathered his bearings before making his way downstairs and into the dining room where he is then faced with a very familiar presence.
"What a nice surprise." Klaus chuckles as he turns around. "Hello, brother."
Elijah was standing with a piece of paper in his right hand and a dagger in the other.
"Mind explaining why you're holding a dagger?" Klaus asked his eyebrow arched with curiosity.
"I know we didn't leave on such good terms, but I've come into contact with a very lethal weapon that you need to put fourth some concern towards." Elijah suggests.
"No weapon, that isn't already in my grasp or destroyed, is harmful or nonetheless lethal to me or our family. So that little piece of steel you are presenting me with does not capture my attention in the slightest." Klaus explains, grabbing for the bottle of bourbon on the shelf.
"Maybe so, but this little piece of steel was not meant for you nor our siblings. This dagger in particular was specifically crafted and heavily casted for your daughter, and in other words, my niece. Seeing how she is my family and I do not go back on my word, I've got business to attend to in our home in New Orleans, and I would very much appreciate your involvement." Elijah's words struck a chord deep within Klaus.
"Where exactly did you get this lethal dagger from?" Klaus demanded, gulping down the last of the bourbon.
"Witches talk, a little more than they probably should, but it didn't take long for one to find its way to me. Of course they came presenting me with a deal, one I have yet to properly negotiate, seeing how I decided to act on impulse and personally pry this newly founded weapon from the corpse of our mother, along with this piece of paper that appears to be a very powerful spell." Elijah confessed fueling Klaus with an emotion he has come to terms with, vengeance.
"Esther, what the hell has that damned woman done now?" Klaus fumed, smashing the liquor bottle into the fire place. "When your heart is ripped from your chest and dark magic fails you, not once but twice, you are supposed to stay dead. But yet our mother still finds a way to try and ruin our family. How is that Elijah?"
Elijah ponders this for a moment before returning his attention back on his brother. "I don't know."
"Well that's not the right answer, is it brother." Klaus spits, a ravenous hunger for answers and blood begin to overpower him.
"What the hell is going on?" Hayley yawned, running her fingers through her tangled brown hair.
"Nothing that concerns you, love." Klaus assured her with a sly grin.
Hayley's eyes dart from Klaus to Elijah, who seems to be troubled by his lack of knowledge on the matter. An unsettling feeling strikes her as she places her hand on her pregnant belly. She's seen this play out before and needless to say neither acts end any differently. A small nudge in her lower abdomen steals her attention from the dysfunctional family dispute in front of her.
"Are you alright?" Klaus stands beside her, following her every move.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Hayley smiled, lightly grabbing Klaus's hand and gently placing it in the middle of her stomach. Yet another, more rapid nudge this time, continued.
"She's very strong." Klaus bragged an instant connection between father and child emerged; the feeling of urgency to protect what is his now plagued him.
Klaus locked eyes with Elijah and allowed him to capture a small glimpse of hope that Klaus's salvation could very well be closer than he imagined.
"Call Rebekah, we have a family affair to discuss." Klaus ordered before ripping his gaze away and returning it to his daughter.