Klaus never got angry.

Okay, that was a lie. He got pissed as much as a baby would break into tears. Marcel knew this and yet had yielded to the eldest Mikaelson's request.

Tell him nothing!

Just keep him distracted. Long enough for Elijah and Hayley to do whatever they planned.

"You're pulling one over on me." Klaus said. Marcel almost fell from his chair before he saw the smile on Klaus' face that showed he was still oblivious to whatever Elijah and Hayley were doing. "I have a hard time believing that is how they interpret vampires."

Marcel shrugged his shoulders keeping a calm facade. "Well yeah. No compulsion or anything. And theres this thing where if they haven't fed and their sire dies they become human. I know right?"

Klaus looked appalled. "And this has been on TV for how long?"

"Almost 10 years."

"Well," Klaus began. "We'll have to fix that."

It was just then a phone rang and without hesitation Klaus held it to his ear. Bouncing off his seat and walking a little bit aways.

"Hello? Mhm. Mhm. Thank you Cami." Klaus placed his phone back into his pocket. A sadistic smile on his face that told Marcel it was time to leave.

"Marcel!" His voice rang. "Did you know anything about this?"

"...about what?" Marcel feigned innocents. Klaus glowered.

"Come on." He ordered as he left the bar, slamming some money on the table to pay for their drinks.

Marcel debated for a moment before deciding to not get involved.

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"How long?" Klaus' voice was strained. Using a tone oh so rare to him.

Hayley looked up. Guilty eyes.

"It was his idea."

"That you bite him!" Klaus' voice roared angrily throughout the mansion.

Hayley stumbled back as if she were stricken. "Yes."

Klaus rolled his eyes looking utterly extinguished. Through clenched teeth he asked. "Why?"

Hayley's uptight composure fell and she allowed herself to ease up. "He wanted to see if my blood could heal bites as yours could."

"Let me rephrase that." Klaus began. "Why does that matter?"

Hayley scratched the back of her neck disconnecting her eyes from Klaus'.

"It didn't work. You should just go do it." With those final words she stormed off from the room.

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Klaus didn't bother knocking upon entering Elijah's room and instead leaned against the doorframe crossing his arms.

"When did you become such an idiot?"

"And when did you stop respecting your elders?"

Klaus walked over to where Elijah laid. A warm towel on his forehead, his suit jacket thrown to the side and his white sleeves rolled up.

He leant down to his knees to be eye level with his brother.

"What was going through your mind Elijah?"

"Hayley needed a distraction." Was the answer he gave.

"And having Marcel distract me?"

"You wouldn't of let her do it." Elijah spoke breaking eye contact and looking up at the ceiling. "You'd much rather take her on a murder spree or have her bite one of Marcel's underlings."

Klaus didn't deny it. His hand moved to Elijah's back as he helped him sit up cautiously.

"Forgive me brother if I don't like seeing you in pain."

"Unless you caused it," Elijah bit back imminently. "Of course."

Klaus gave a small sigh before responding. "Of course."

He offered his out for Elijah to bite into. Elijah opened his mouth, fangs beginning to grow, but then stopped himself.

"What is it now brother?" Klaus demanded impatiently.

Elijah smiled faintly. "Is it wrong for me to feel the slightest bit of guilt for feeding on my own brother?"

At these words Klaus let out a groan of annoyance. His hand moved from Elijah's back, to his neck, and shoved the elder forward.

His fangs slowly eased into his skin and Elijah began to feed. Just a little bit was all he needed but Elijah did indeed hunger for more. But he stopped. He pulled back, took a small tissue up to the corner of his lips and wiped off the blood.

"Are you satisfied brother?" Klaus' voice rang in his ears.

"Satisfied isn't the word-umff." Klaus had delivered a grand punch to his brother causing Elijah to reel backwards.

"Niklaus-"

"Don't you ever do that again!" Klaus' voice was angry. Deadly even. His anger was evident. "Elijah I know you have a tendency of being a noble idiot! But this? This is just stupidity of the lowest kind! Having Marcel distract me? What the bloody hell was that?"

"I already told you-"

"So what?! That doesn't change the stupidity of it!" Klaus huffed out a deep breath. "I'm supposed to be the reckless one, remember?"

Elijah rubbed his cheek where Klaus had hit and faintly smiled.

"You were worried about me."

Klaus looked alarmed at the mere thought. "Of course not!"

"Niklaus," Elijah spoke. "It's okay to care-"

"Not about you!" There was rage in Klaus' eyes. "Whenever I care about you or Rebekah you-" He turned away. With pained eyes staring at the door he said.

"I'll see you tomorrow brother."

Elijah didn't see Klaus until a week later.


A/N

I hope that was something a long the lines of what you wanted! Sometimes like in scenarios like this I find it hard to grasp Elijah and or Klaus' state of mind. They both usually act so indifferent about things so forcing that emotion out is difficult.