entitled; ghost of past
summary; "Who I am, how old I am, what I am is none of your concern." She stands, oddly graceful and holds out her hand to him. "I want to take you somewhere, Niklaus." She tilts her head, her hand stretched out, he backed away from her. He should kill her. Rip out her throat and be done with it. "Will you come with?"
rating; t for cussing
disclaimer; I own nothing more than the little plot bunnies running through my head.
notes; this story was inspired by christmas coming and all so, yea. . . always comes to me in the shower for some very awkward reason.
ghost of past
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"Klaus." Shake.
"Klaus." Shove.
"KLAUS!" Slam.
His eyes open to a dull thud in the skull and a blurry image of a little girl with blonde ringlets standing over him. "Good. You're up." She smirks a satisfactory smirk as she looked down her nose at me. "Let's go." And she turns and walks away. His hand came up to his forehead. What the hell? How did a damn 7 year old get into his room- let alone his house? Sitting up and reaching for the nearest pair of pants, he stood and slipped them on before going after the little brat.
She stood at the base of the stairs, watching him with her wide greenish eyes. "Do you know who I am?" He asks her with a threatening tone. She laughs a jingle in the air.
"I think the appropriate question is, Niklaus, if you know who I am." She laughs again before walking away. Klaus snarls in her direction before following her, where she is now in the kitchen. She is wearing a golden dress; she has a green bow in her hair. "Follow me!" She giggles again, running from him and into the living room. If this was a dream he wanted to wake up now. He didn't. Wake up, that is. So he followed her, grabbing a shirt from the laundry room on his way- he might be a monster, but he was never improper. "What are you? 10?" He smirks as she sits on the couch, leaning into the cushions. She stares at him with eyes as wide and vulnerable as a doe.
"Who I am, how old I am, what I am is none of your concern." She stands, oddly graceful and holds out her hand to him. "I want to take you somewhere, Niklaus." She tilts her head, her hand stretched out, he backed away from her. He should kill her. Rip out her throat and be done with it. "Will you come with?"
"What's stopping me from ripping out your heart and feeding on you right now, little girl." She laughs; a trilling bell is what it sounds like. Magical, almost.
"Curiousness and your conscience."
"I've killed younger, sweetheart."
"Not since you met Caroline Forbes." She wiggled her fingers. "Come." He looked around himself. What the hell. As he held his breath, he allowed her to grab his hand.
In seconds their world was spinning. She laughed and jumped up and down. "This is my favorite part. I need know where it stops!" She watches with hungry eyes. Watching and waiting in a giddy manner. Klaus what's the world, the images that spin at break-neck speed. He saw barely a glance before the next one took over. Then it just stopped. And he was left looking at a memory, he smiled fondly.
Elijah was sitting with him in the grass, wooden swords at their feet. They had just escaped their father and would surely get a beating when they returned but it was so worth it. "When I'm older, I going to set sail on a ship and fight the dangers at every corner of the world." His mini self said. Passionate. He had forgotten this, forgotten things that had once meant so much.
"Brother, you dream of the impossible. If you sail too far you will fall off the edge of the earth." Elijah told him- he had to be 13, making tiny Klaus 10 or 11.
Tiny Klaus looked at him, his eyes wide with an innocence that he had lost long ago. "You will join me, brother, will you not?" He holds out his hand to him, begging with his eyes for him to take it.
"I will, Niklaus." And he does take his younger brothers hand. They share a smile before laughing in the green grass of his old, old home from over 1,000 years ago.
"What the hell was that?" He snarls to the little girl as the world races again. He didn't know what that was- if this was from the magic of a witch, he would snap her neck. He glares down at the girl.
"As far I know, it was one on your memories." She shrugs." Are you and your brother still that close?" She cocks her head over and stares at him. He looks away first.
"No." She keeps looking at him. "I'm not the best brother in world, alright?" He explains roughly and she laughs. He has to restrain himself from strangling her. The world stops again.
"If you can beat me, Niklaus, I will give you my last piece of honey chew." Elijah gambles, swinging his sword in a pompous fashion. Klaus, now 3-4 years older, waves his around opposite of his brother.
"I'd watch what you wager, brother. Things can have a way of disappearing." A laugh admits on them both as they charge each other; the clang of metal fills the air.
"I like your brother." The little girl says as she sits down to watch. Klaus fold his hands behind his back and watches as he and his elder brother smash each other down. He knew the outcome: Elijah won, and he won the next and the next and kept winning until Klaus hit his growth spurt and they moved to America. It was his 17th birthday when he beat his brother and won the attention of a village girl by the name of Tatia. But so had his brother.
"You lost." He looks down at the little girl, seeing her frown. "That's sad." She stands and he seriously wonders why he has not torn her throat out yet. As he looks at her, the world spinning, he notices she has grown in their time. She looks 12 now; also she is no longer in the gold dress, but in jeans and a t-shirt.
She reminds him of something- someone. Time stops.
"You little brat!" He hears the voice of his sister and Finn going at it.
"At least I'm not a prat!" She throws a goblet at him; he narrowly avoids a bump to the head.
"Kids, stop it right now!" Their mother walks in, stooping to pick up the cracked goblet. She gives Finn a look, "You know better, Finn." He looks down, shamed.
"Served him right." Klaus says. The Pre-teen mystery looked up at him.
"Why?"
"Keep watching."
Elijah and Niklaus walk in, Tatia following behind, laughing at the brother's poor attempt to wrestle. "You two should stick to swords- I fear we'll need a doctor if you two intend to keep that up." They then realize that the house is tense.
"What's going on?" Elijah says as Tatia and Niklaus go to stand by a seething Rebekah. "Mother?" He asks.
"Oh, nothing dear. It just seems Finn and Rebekah had a misunderstanding." She steps back, putting the cup on the table and turns to the boys. "Do you have any idea where Henrick is? I worry." Tatia laughs and rushes to the older ones side. "This way. I fear the young lad has given my friends some attention he didn't warrant." They share a laugh as they walk out.
"Bekah, are you alright?" Niklaus, now 17, asks his hand on her shoulder.
Finn scoffs, "Oh, yes! Take her side before you know a thing." Niklaus glares at his older brother. "My wife's necklace is missing and I know Bekah took it."
Elijah sighed from the other side of the room. "No, she didn't." They all look toward him. "Henrick did." He grabs Henricks bag and loops a chain around his hand, "don't trust something so blindly brother. It will be your downfall." His words blurred together as the world around us started moving again. He had loved it that pompous Finn had been shown up by Elijah. It was fantastic.
"What are you doing this for?" He finally asks; the girl was gaining height and now was in shorts and a tank top, her blond hair hanging down to her waist almost.
"I'm showing you your past so you can correct you mistakes, Niklaus." She tells him in a straightforward manner. It was refreshing from the mumble-jumble the witches give. He gives her a look.
"Are you seriously taking me through this like a damn Christmas carol, you little brat." She gives him his look right back. "Big bad Klaus. Always threatening, eternity alone." She taunts. "We're giving you a chance to correct you mistakes! To earn back your family and maybe get the girl in the end." She snaps.
He glares at the teenager, who is seriously getting really familiar. "After 1000 years of being the bad guy, what makes you think anyone will trust that I have changed?" He says, her voice taking on a menacing tone.
"I guess that's what forever is for." She snaps and the world stops around them. She settles with her arms folded against her chest. "Where are we?"
"Greece, a little after the 18th century." He says, watching the people moved around them, passing straight through them. "There's a rumor going around that the gods have returned." Elijah and Niklaus walk through the plaza, the place was busy.
Klaus strokes his chin, rubbing the scruff that had grown in the last fortnight. "Which of our siblings has gotten out of hand?" He asks nodding to the venders as they pass.
"Actually brother, girls have seen you and claimed it was Ares in the flesh." Niklaus looks at his brother with eyes full of mischief.
"Wait." He turns to the growing girl, "the girls in Greece actually thought you were Ares." He nods, "the god of war?"
"Yes, god of war and destruction." He agrees, taking joy in her impressed eyes.
"Let's go." She waves her hand the world flashes. "That memory was doing too much for your ego."
She stops the spinning in London, late 19th century.
"You're skipping a lot of stuff." She looks at him, her eyes casting a strange light.
"We're running out of time," she looks up around them, and then back at him, her eyes had turned lighter. Bluer, grayer, wiser. Her hair had shortened and was now half way down her back, her face had filled out but a blur was around her, he couldn't quite discern who she was.
"Brother, you must listen!" Elijah chased after him as he roamed around the study at their house in England. Klaus finally turns to him, giving him his annoyed attention. "Something must be done!" He throws the news onto the table, bringing his hand to add the emphasis of their problem.
"What do you mean, brother?" Klaus said, his interest waning.
"Kol must be dealt with." Elijah commands. "This Jack the ripper nonsense has gone on long enough, Nik, and you know it."
Klaus waves his brother off, "That stunt was done by a surgeon, Elijah."
"Do you not recall Kol's stunt as a medical prodigy in Greece?" He asks his brother, tying the strings together for him. Klaus slams a book into it place.
"What would you have me do? Dagger him? For his to take his place by Finn?" Klaus releases a strangled yell, "What would you have me do, Elijah?" He pushes over a table, before turning to his brother.
"Just put a stop to it." Elijah says, leaving the room.
"So you did it? You daggered him?" She asks him, her eyes horrified.
"Not at first." Klaus tries to explain. "But then he did it again and the rumors got worse. People started whispering about vampires among the killer. Most likely circulated by Kol himself," He chuckles masochistically to himself , "So yes, I did what had to be done."
"Who gave you that choice?" She asks haughtily, he glares down at her.
"Who are you?" His words are lost in the speed of which they were spinning, he yells louder again before everything stops.
"You can't do this!" She yells at him, her blond hair rippling around her. Her white shirt messy from rushing around the house after him. "I'm not a toy, you pretentious dick!"
"You forget who you talk to, sister."
"I'm your family." She yells, "Or do you forget it was me all the years to stand by your every decision, you ungrateful prick!" She basically screams, tears cascading down her face. His hand is around her neck, her back is against the wall.
"Take care with your words, Bekah." His voice low lethal,
"Or what?" Her voice strong even with the constricting hand around her neck. "You'll dagger me?"
His hand lets her go, "not because I want to." He reluctantly admits. "But because you give me no other choice." He turns from her and resumes what he was doing before, as behind him, Rebekah turns and leaves.
"Heartless," the girl in transition says, almost as tall as he is.
"I love my sister," Klaus's voice is low. "She was always there. Her and Elijah."
"You have a funny way of showing it."
"It won't be funny when I reach into your chest and tear out your heart." He steps up to her, and she daringly meets his stance. They glare at each other through the blur, as the world settles down, and he sees the travesty of three nights ago. "Why did you kill her?" She asks from behind him as he turns to see his self kill Carol Lockwood. "What did she do to you, Niklaus?"
He shrugs, "She was a chess piece." Unable to tear his eyes away and he walks away. "Her son hurt me. Only fair that I hurt him."
"Do regret it?" Her voice is faint.
"No." He finally turns to her again, with hard eyes, only to be met with gray eyes full of hatred, full of pity, her blond hair pulled back.
"Well, you will when I'm done with you."
first part. What do you think?