This story is the second in a series of one-shots entitled "Numbers." This one-shot is told from Klaus's point of
view during the ritual to turn him into a Hybrid in the episode "The Sun Also Rises."
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
After this, I would never be alone again.
I didn't care who I hurt or what I had to do to finish this.
I was going to prove all of them wrong. Mikael, who thought that I was worthless and weak. Mother, who thought that I was an abomination; well, that was more her fault than mine. Elijah, who believed that I was a heartless monster that lacked all remnants of feeling. Finn, who had always sided with Mother. Kol, who thought that he could get away with his betrayal. And Rebekah…
Sweet, Rebekah… She truly believed that I would eventually abandon her. My darling sister, the only one that had stayed by my side even after being hunted for nearly a millennium by our own father… I decided in that moment that she would be the first to wake.
The flames extinguished around the werewolf called Jules; she would be the first to die.
I watched as her eyes widened and a moment of clarity shone through her excruciating pain. Her eyes flickered to the edge of the clearing. A slight smirk danced on my lips; I knew that look.
Before she was outside of the circle of ashes, I blurred over, grabbing her arm in an iron grip and throwing her to the ground. Her breathing became labored as I softly stroked the side of her face, a silent thank you for the gift she was about to give.
As The Change caused the wolf-woman's body to contort and contract without her accord, I pinned her to the dirt floor. The soft smell of smoke danced through my nostrils from the two remaining rings of fire. She screamed, whimpering one last time as she looked me in the eye, finally resigned to her fate.
Did I feel for her? No.
All I felt was triumph as I plunged my hand into her chest, moving past the sharp broken bones of her ribs, and through her chest plate. My fingers closed over her still-beating heart. The woman's eyes widened in anticipation of death, which I gladly accommodated to by tearing her heart out of her chest; it thu-thumped pitifully one last time.
I could hear the gasp from the doppelganger and her aunt, smell the salty tears falling from their eyes.
This was the way it had to be.
I looked to the doppelganger and her aunt and smiled.
One down. Two to go.
A/N: Yes, I realize this was short, but with Klaus (in this case anyways) less is more.
R&R please.
