A/N: Hey guys just bear with me for a bit! I do watch The Originals and Vampire Diaries, and this was how I pictured Klaus finding his way back into the lives of the TVD gang, and surely Caroline's. I do believe even thousand-year Hybrids have a limit to how much shit they can take, so that's the perspective I'm taking. So even though badass Klaus was a downright joy, I honestly think this character has so much vulnerability within him that should be shown! So really, I hope you bear with me, and hopefully it won't be too OOC :) By the way, if haters gotta hate, I'm all for Klaroline. They are just...special 3
He had no idea what time it was, or where he was at. The last thing he did remember was being stabbed in the chest with a spelled blade which still remained somewhere deep within. His torso ached in a way it hadn't for so long, the pain now dulled was one that felt innate. The first person he saw when he awoke was one all too familiar. That woman donned a long dress that just touched her ankles, the flimsy material swishing against them as she paced so slowly that it was immensely unnerving, "I've been waiting a long, long time for this opportunity."
Klaus glared at her whole being with caution and apprehension, upholding the expected arrogant front he always had. He narrowed his eyes, "So that's where all the magic went."
"Still as intuitive, Klaus Mikaelson. I liked that about you."
"Who rose you Bastiana?" The name was spat out with disdain and disgust, a tone taken for anyone who once tried to harm his family.
"Great, you do remember me! We don't need to go into that. This is our quality time, me and you." The witch gave a sinister smile, enthusiasm inappropriately flowing off her as she now stood there with crossed arms.
The Original rolled his eyes, patience wearing thin for whatever she had in store for him while he mirrored her stance, "My siblings will be suspicious of my absence."
"Speaking of siblings, haven't you heard that dear Rebekah has been rallying her own group of womenfolk against you?"
"Why am I not surprised." Klaus closed his eyes in flashing anger, thinking back on his sister's cryptic words when she mentioned of her own pool of insiders which made him clench his jaw for having trusted her.
He knew he shouldn't have let himself believe that she would help him wholeheartedly after centuries of his mishandling and sabotage. It was a foul thing, trust.
"Being dead has its advantages. Thank you for getting me there by the way."
"You were a threat. I did to you what I'd do to anyone who posed a threat to my kingdom, no offence witch. If it makes you feel better, you're not the only one I like to play with." The hybrid cocked his head slightly, finishing off with a cocky smirk.
Eyes flashed dangerously beneath the lids of the witch, her fingers rising slightly before a feral growl escaped the Original Hybrid, who fell to his knees through a powerful aneurysm.
"You hurt me before, now it's my turn!" She twisted her wrist as the intensity of pain kicked up a notch.
"Oh worry not, Mikaelson. I want you conscious for this. At least for now." The classy witch released her hold on the hybrid, allowing the cringing figure time to recover from the pain.
Klaus was bent over now, one knee on the ground as he raised his head to look at the witch he thought had long vanished six feet under. The whites in the Original's eyes had pools of red which were rapidly fading, as the broken blood vessels in his eyes repaired themselves from the strong aneurysm.
"I'm guessing, lots of offence taken." He huffed, aggravated as some spit flew.
"Beyond your comprehension. We have bad history between us."
"I've lived through worse than you. What's stopping me from killing you right now?" Klaus sneered viciously, wild eyes teetering towards yellow.
"Come get me then."
The black veins beneath Klaus' eyes pulsed as his eyes shimmered a dull gold. His lips pulled back in a snarl to reveal his hybrid fangs as he charged against the invisible shield that was boxing him in. First his shoulder, then his fists, followed by his kicking feet. Nothing was working against the unseen barrier. The witch laughed.
"You cowardly witch, put us on equal standing and then I dare you to do your worst."
"Same old Klaus, goading will get you nowhere. I want to cause you the most pain I can, and success...is...guaranteed." Bastiana spoke slowly with menace, as though she had to make this point as clear as she could.
The hybrid chuckled, "This is pathetic."
"Yes, but who's kneeling before me right now?"
A flash of rage surged through him, heat and adrenaline coursing beneath his skin as he smashed his fists into the barrier. A guttural cry, nearly a raw growl escaped his mouth as his eyes widened in menace. "My family will see that justice is met for me once I get out of here!"
"Funny you should try." She gave a menacing smirk as two figures appeared from the shadows.
His mouth opened slightly, "Bloody hell."
And for a rare moment in his thousand years, Klaus Mikaelson had no idea or back-up plan to get himself out of a mess. He was faced with three of the most powerful witches he'd ever come across aside from the Bennett line, and he was alone. Klaus was trapped, and it sure would have been better if not for the extra revenge-thirsty witches from the past, a past he thought was long buried and supposed to be forgotten. Obviously someone thought otherwise, and behold the three women before him.
"Sabine." He whispered.
The supposed tour guide of New Orleans shook her head unperceptively, "No, Celeste."
If the witches had supernatural hearing they would have heard the undead heart of the Original quickening by the second, or perhaps the cogs that were hard at work in his head, churning for alternatives as the reveal threw him for a loop. This was not going to end well. His only defense was a faux confidence that might have duped many people, and he hoped it did them to, enough to get himself extracted from the situation.
"What would Elijah think? To know that you've been lying to him and that you're bent on harming his ideal of a family." Klaus played on the fact that the two were once passionate lovers, but lovers who were separated indirectly by his actions.
"Oh Elijah's a sweetheart, always the one with a soft spot. I'm not going to let anyone harm him. Besides, he has Hayley now." Celeste sent a silent warning to the others with just a pregnant pause, proving that an affection so deep would not go away easily, as she said the werewolf's name in distaste.
She continued swiftly, "And who said anything about harming your family? I have nothing against them, but plenty against you."
"Well, Papa Tunde desiccated my sister and tried to kill Marcel. We're even." He gave a split second grin.
"Collateral damage. They're fine now aren't they?"
"You know, Elijah will find me."
"Doubtful, judging by the fact that you're here, he has forsaken you for your lady werewolf friend. We were playing...a game, and he chose her."
Celeste seemed as unhappy with that fact as Klaus did. A flash of petulant jealousy flashed through him for his first irrational thought was the ridicule that his brother chose a girl he liked over him. Kinship obviously meant nothing, and his brother was nothing more than a hypocrite.
"I'm the Original Hybrid, I can't be killed. Try as you may." He stressed on the last few words, gruff in his voice.
"We're not going to kill you. We just want to see you suffer." Bastiana spoke up happily from his left, too happy but one could see the barely-suppressed anger in the tick of her jaw.
"I hope you're not expecting my gratitude. You might as well try to kill me now."
"Humour me, why?"
Klaus had fire in his eyes, "Because I'll take immense pleasure in destroying every bone in your body when I get the chance."
"Naiveté doesn't become you, can't say the same for sadism. I think you've finally done it, pushed your siblings away for good. It seems like a done deal at least for Rebekah, what a darling. Good for her." Celeste taunted, waving in his face the sting of treachery from his baby sister.
"Elijah-"
"He what? Need I remind you that he would have ripped your heart out in the first place, if not for the fact that you were the only one who knew where his family's bodies were?"
His family. Elijah's family. One he wasn't a part of by blood. He got the message.
"How-"
"Give it up Klaus, nobody cares about you anymore. It's been a long time since your family did. Your pride blinds you."
"I beg to differ." But doubt ran through his mind, like it never failed to with every moment he spent with his family.
"I leave it to you to think about that, but I'm sure they'll thank me for teaching their brat of a brother a well-deserved lesson."
"Good luck, I've been told that I'm really quite the stubborn one." He gave them a grim smile of finality, knowing to pick his battles.
This was not one he could fight himself. Obviously he was alone here and now. He could take it, like how he did with what life had threw at him, and he knew he'd still be alive at the end of it because that's what he did. Survive.
He put faith in the family he told himself time and time again not to trust, that they would find him in time should this bunch of witches ever get further than the Mystic Falls gang in ruining him. He believed that if he got out breathing, he would stand again like he always did. Always had. Always will.
"Great, then we'll have fun breaking you."
TBC