As Klaus entered the compound he certainly wasn't excepting what he saw. His sister, Ingrid, sitting in one of his armchairs: legs dangling over one of the arms, wine glass of blood in one hand, white oak stake in the other.
"I'd say it was nice to see my big brother again, but that would be a lie." She breathed letting her head fall back and roll around, giggling after seeing his confused expression. "Why so surprised Nik, surely you thought with all the familiar faces showing up you'd expect to see me amongst them."
"I killed you." Klaus mumbled before he could even comprehend what he was doing. He couldn't believe his eyes: his sister, who he had plunged a white oak stake into her chest, was sitting in front of him.
"You also killed mother and father, and Finn and Kol repeatedly and yet they are here, aren't they?" She lifted the black fur shawl that had fallen off of one shoulder back on.
"But I." He stuttered.
"But I was your biggest secret, you blamed Mikael for my death never letting anyone know it was actually you who stabbed me through the heart looking into my eyes as the life in them faded." She punctuated each word with a menacing, limp-like, creepy, step until she was only a metre away from him. Her tights were ripped as was her dress, her black hair has been tied up in a messy bun and her black eye makeup was smeared over her face. She didn't wear any shoes and had only grabbed the little fur shawl that was more of a scarf to cover the top of her chest and her shoulder which weren't covered by the strapless black dress.
Klaus could only thin of one word to describe the look in his little sisters' eyes: insanity.
"Little sister I think you need to calm down." Klaus said cautiously.
"Calm down?!" she screamed throwing her glass of blood against the wall next to Klaus' head, making him flinch. But the real reason he flinched wasn't for the glass shattering next to him, but for the pain in his little sisters' voice.
She suddenly started manically giggling for what seemed like forever to Klaus.
The giggle wasn't one of happiness, he realised: it was one of hidden anguish and hurt. It made his heart rattle and he inwardly cried to see his sister in such torment, but he tried his best to not let it show.
"I want to kill you." She stated calmly.
"Get in line." Klaus said gaining some confidence and trying to lighten the air, while walking over to the bar to pour himself a scotch.
"You didn't let me finish. I want to kill you and the rest of my so called 'family'."
Klaus didn't expect that but made sure to not let it get to him, too much.
"Why would you want to kill them all, my dear Ingrid?" He asked faking calm.
"Because none of them liked me, they all much preferred you: the bastard brother, the one who daggered us all who tormented us all, me more than the rest. No matter what I did I was never good enough for the half-breed or back then the puppy who was yet bite."
"How dare you!" Klaus shouted throwing his glass against the wall just as his sister did minutes ago. She wondered how they didn't run out of Tupperware, perks of being a vampire, she guessed.
"How dare I? How dare I?!" She screamed.
Just then they both heard footsteps and turned around to see Elijah, Rebekah, Kol (Kaleb), Davina, Marcel and Cami.
"Oh well if isn't my treacherous family and their associates." Ingrid chuckled, turning her head toward the group and flashing them a sinister smirk.
"Ingrid." Elijah stated in awe at his fallen sister who he was sure had perished at his fathers' hands, although he was standing next to his dead brother Kol.
"Iggy." Rebekah sighed in astonishment throwing her hands over her mouth.
"How are you here?" Kol/Kaleb asked his little sister, the only member of his family who he ever thought really loved him.
"That's a story for another time. The story for now is much more interesting I assure you." Ingrid chuckled at Klaus' pleading look.
"Remember that time I died?" She asked sarcastically. "Remember how Niklaus brought my burned body back to you, saying Mikael had killed me?"
"Yes, of course. It was a most horrific day." Rebekah encouraged her to carry on.
"Oh don't pretend you ever cared." Ingrid snapped at her sister making Rebekah flinch.
"It wasn't our father who killed me, it was him. It was Klaus who drove the white oak stake through my heart. He cared not for all my pleads and simply ignored them. He looked into my eyes and glared proudly at my burning body, not shedding a single tear." Ingrid explained with extra drama.
"Lies!" Rebekah shouted.
"Oh really, ask Elijah. The noble steed, the kind brother. Well here's kind for you: he stood and watched as Klaus plunged the stake in my chest, not a hint of regret on his face."
Everyone who looked over to Elijah who couldn't hold eye contact with anything other than the ground, proving his guilt.
"How could you?" Kol asked in despair.
"I'll leave you now, to process. But remember, karma's a bitch." Ingrid finished giving her piece and sped out of the compound leaving shocked guests and guilty looking brothers.