Dear Mr President
Prologue
By: Alexandra
"It's the answer spoken by children, poor, rich, adults, deprives, disabled, it's the voice of every single American because we are a nation, we are a whole. So if you will vote me, Klaus..."
"The Mikaelson family has a tradition, as my father Michael, who was the man who reinvented the Constitution..."
"I am going to be the one that rules wisely and respects the principles to achieve the greatest desire of us: perfection!"
He read once again pieces from his speeches-were they even his?-while waiting for the phone to ring. In any minute Kol would call and tell him that he, Klaus Mikaelson, has been chosen to be the next president of the U.S.A. „Oh, what an honour!" he told ironically to himself while he was looking in the mirror, checking if his tie looked good. It's written in the Mikaelson blood-being a winner-and tonight he would prove that he was no exception to the rule. Even better, he will prove that he is the best, the apogee of this bloodline essence's.
"Is little Nik prepared for this night's big victory?" he heard his sister Rebekah saying.
"I guess the word you are looking for is stealing, Rebekah."
"Oh, ye good old Elijah, a ravishing presence as always"
"And useless as all those stupid crowds that voted for the beginning of an another dark era.." his sister said starting to gaze at the chimera of a bright future.
"It's pretty odd that you are the one saying something like this since you have craved for a few bloody milleniums to be like them"
"Tipically Rebekah, any useless piece of flesh can make her heart race and betray her family..." Klaus cut off Elijah and looked at his sister with his piercing eyes-fortunatley, this time his plan hadn't been endangered by her Boehme and unrealistic expectations. Studying again and thinking that they were the ones destined to live an eternity he found pretty unfair the fact that they all had little flaws-how it was possible for a vampire to crave and give in so easily to temptations? He remembered that after he will have won he will have to deal with that insistent journalist, Matt Donovan, that followed Rebekah like a lost puppy. And of course she was surrendering every day more and more to him. And Elijah, the Mr „Everything-has-to-be right" and his so called „defence of the honor values" made him sick. Couldn't they take his example? The perfect creature-beautiful, smart, incredibly fit and talented-who had a personality and a life style that did justice to their role: being invincible and using the power in order to create a new world order.
But no, this wasn't the time to be pissed at their lack of strategy and scheming, this was his night. Another huge triumph, a glorious occasion that proved that Klaus Mikaelson isn't only the most feared ruler of an eternal dimension, but also the man(or hybrid) charming enough to deceive every living thing with two legs-and even better if those living things had gorgeous legs to spread-while his father would bent in his grave because he had underestimated him. Out of all his brothers-the Barbie vampire, the Mr. Right one, the „oh, i am a pain in the ass", and the one that thinks she is cool because she has a doppelganger-he was the one that deserved this. Oh, why couldn't Kol make himself useful and call him now? He craved to feel the sweet taste of the champagne drops on his lips while everyone watching him (and that number being close to a few millions) would have a burning desire inside them to feel the flavour of victory too.
"Nik?" Elijah's voice brought him back to reality. Trying not to seem disturbed because he had been interrupted, he turned and looked him in the eyes, trying to soften his voice a bit. In fact, talking to someone instead of waiting would be much easier than being torn between thoughts and the feeling of anxiety.
"Well, I have to be honest and say that I foreseen a speech about honour and values coming from you. You never fail to disappoint me."
Ignoring the rude remark, Elijah hacked. Judging by the look from his eyes, he expected it-to be delivered an answer on a harsh note. But still, it was so Klaus, how could he help it?
"You know, lately I have been considering making a bet with you... That's what brothers do. No?"
Studying him, Elijah was calm as always. In fact, he had never seen him bouncing from one foot to another or showing that he wasn't sure of himself. If he had to draw him, of course his brother would be represented by a calm ocean, but this time there was something in his eyes that evinced the fact that inside him a string didn't sing in harmony with the others. Well, it was starting to get interesting.
"Brothers usually go and have a drink together like real men, watch football games, make crazy bets..at least, I guess it would be more correct to say that humans do that. So maybe doing something that isn't in our behaviour would surprise you but yes Klaus, I want to make a bet with you."
"And what would that bet be?" he asked, trying to be the calm one Of course, Elijah knew that he was interested and captivated but showing a little retraint didn't hurt. In fact, being out of your comfort zone wasn't an option for him, it was a threat that had to be avoided.
„You know, you are for sure a charming man. Maybe not a gentleman but for sure you have broken a considerable number of hearts among the centuries. But I can sense that now the time has come to you to know that what comes around goes around."
He let him continue to talk because he was confused. No doubt, there was some truth in what he said but the last part just didn't fit in.
"I saw that there is something going on between you and a certain vampire but I won't say more..just be careful Klaus. She may be stronger than you think. You'll learn that you can joke and fool around in love but you can't treat love like a joke."
"Ok Elijah, I get that envy can drive you crazy too but I never expected you to start making unrealistic predictions. We don't have to make bets because I know you and even more, you know me. You know that is simply a waste of time and if you will excuse me, I have some elections to win tonight."
Only one word: bull-shit. But Elijah's crazy predictions won't matter anymore-not after 10 minutes. In the end it wasn't Kol that called him, it was his other sister, Elena. And it wasn;t champagne they drank, it was Bourbon. And he didn't end up drinking the blood of a hot reporter from TMZ-for the first time after a really long period he felt tired. So he slept alone and Elijah's advertisements vanished and a new day started, but this time not for Klaus Mikaleson, but for Klaus Mikaelson, the President of the United States of America.
The election frenzy vanished too but he still felt almost happy about it. Drinking coffee in the morning and taking a walk before going to work wasn't an ordinary routine that had the purpose to fill his time, it was a way of seeing things. But of course, he still kept the joy of a real meal for the time when the ones which haunted his secrets were asleep.
Even his relationship with his brothers seemed to change because he simply didn't care. Suddenly, listening to Rebekah's whines wasn't that annoying, it was pretty entertaining. Elena started to help him deal with the boring stuff while Kol disappeared. apparently he had some „urgent stuff to manage" but his absence wasn't something to cry about-in fact, he enjoyed the silence. Like Elena used to do, she brought him some letters to him while he was taking breakfast and giving the servants some orders. After they left and after he went to his room, he started to open the letters but one caught his attention. The writing was familiar.
Dear Mr President,
Apparently, being the president of USA and being a vampire at the same time aren't good enough excuses for being a douche. Sincerely yours, Caroline Forbes
A/N: So lately I have been thinking about this idea and I tried to polish it-I know it is pretty confusing but i will make things clear. Elena is a vampire, part of The Originals too. I know Klaus is OFC but this is how I imagined him to be in this situation.