Preface
Elijah and Rebekah stared at him with such disdain and mistrust in their eyes. Why could he do no right? All he ever wanted was to keep them a family – a powerful family. Klaus roared, staring both of his siblings in the eyes, challenging them. "You dare defy me, brother?" he snarled, shifting on his feet, able to launch himself at any moment. Elijah sighed in annoyance while Rebekah looked down at her feet, tears welling in her diamond blue eyes. "Niklaus, your temper will surely be the end of you one day. Rebekah and I did what we did only to protect ourselves, not to antagonize you" Elijah stated calmly. This calm front only infuriated Klaus even more. He took 3 quick strides forward, eyes flashing golden. Elijah was quickly in front of Rebekah, using his body as a shield. Klaus stopped dead in his tracks. "Ah I see how it is, how it will always be" Klaus snarled, tears now welling in his eyes as well. "The good siblings will always look out for one another while the bastard brother is only part of the family when his power is of use". Klaus was now backing up as he spoke. Elijah nearly rolled his eyes and Rebekah's head shot up in disbelief. "After a thousand years of me having your back, despite the torture you put me through and that's how you view me?" She nearly shrieked, full blown tears pouring down her face. "To hell with you Nik" she whispered, turning on her heel and racing out of the room. Klaus looked about wildly, feeling as the situation creeped further and further out of his control. Elijah felt a pang of guilt. All his brother ever wanted was loyalty and love, but he made it so damn hard. Elijah sighed once more. It had been a thousand years of this and the eldest brother grew weary of having the same fight over and over again. Elijah opened his mouth to say something but Klaus quickly cut him off. "Sister seems upset Elijah" Klaus said, his voice dripping in sarcasm. "You should go tend to your so obvious favorite sibling. I grow bored of this argument, and you obviously do to." With that, there was a whoosh of air and Klaus was gone from the room. Elijah's brow furrowed, there were two times when Klaus was at his worst, when he was bored and when he was angry. A mix of the two always had dire consequences.
Meanwhile, about 50 miles away Klaus trumped furiously through the woods. Hot tears soaked his face as he blindly lashed out at the trees in his way. This calmed him a bit, creating his own path instead of choosing one already made. It gave him control. Suddenly he stopped, head cocked to the side as the first trickling of sound hit his hypersensitive ears. Music. Voices. A party. Klaus's lips parted into a smile, as shadowy veins rippled near his eyes. Oh how easily boredom can be fixed, Klaus thought, as he raced in the direction of the party.