A/N
I love the chemistrybetween Klaus and Rebekah, not like anyone likes incest or have incestous tendencies, it is just the actors' chemistry is super great so naturally it gets to us.
It is reposted in the hopes that you might review even if you hate it.
In the times of war
"You still don't want to tell why you have been following him?" he shook the half dead, half living man.
The person looked inhuman, all beaten up, Blue, Black and red all over his flesh.
"Niklaus, enough" He practically pulled him off the man.
"What?"
"He is gonna die"
"Well, if it wasn't for your foolishness, we wouldn't have been reached"
The other man looked away from him
"Katherine" he replied with unease"has been punished, Niklaus"
"I know but we need to know what they know about us"
"We will reach a dead end if he dies now" his argument was valid this time.
"Ok, he is all yours, Elijah"
Elijah untied his hands.
The man gobbled down the food and water brought to him, he didn't glance over to know what the food was, he wouldn't have cared much anyway.
"I see you were quite starved"
The man didn't respond; he was weary of Elijah, a look of terror in his eyes.
"Look save me and yourself the rest of the torture sessions, what do they know about us?"
The man was broken, all broken
"Promise me, you willn't unleash that man on me again."
"You have my word"
Later the ugly loud gunshot voice was heard
"I see you put him off his misery"
"I kept my word; the poor fellow was terrified of you"
"So?"
"They know my name; they blew my American journalist cover"
"About me? What did you tell her about me?"
"Not much, she only knew I had a brother, nothing more, so I assume they don't know anything about you"
"You need to disappear now; we need to get you out of here"
"I won't leave you here alone, Niklaus"
He gave him his "I am persistent" stare.
"Fine, let me see what I can do"
He was a respectable socialist among them, he seemingly had wealth, and he definitely had the looks and the charm.
He could get any information he wanted from his associates and of course women of high status (he relied on that more).
He met a new friend, a nice soft guy from the respectable Salvatore Family, his name was Stefan.
That family had connections and power, most of their business was with the ministry of defence. Perfect opportunity.
They soon became buddies, very good buddies.
He invited him to one of his family's social gatherings.
The grand ballroom was filled with ladies in their finest clothes, gents smoking cigars talking about the war, the hardships and the food supply problem in the country.
"Hypocrites" he thought.
"You see the girl over there, this is Elena"he pointed towards a petite brunette and that one" he glanced and motioned his head towards the grand Piano in the ballroom"is Rebekah"
"The girl they want to betroth you to"
"Yep"
She turned towards them and walked their direction.
Their eyes caught each other, cold cobalt blue with lightful warm turquoise.
She was a blonde, beautiful blonde, tall, slim, full cheeks, puffy red lips.
"Beautiful" he thought
"Hey, Rebekah"
"Hey Stefan"
"Rebekah, this is Nicholas Michael, Nicholas, this is Rebekah smith"
"Pleasure" he said
"All mine"
"Enjoying yourself?"
"Not really, Stefan, those grumpy hypos chit chatting gives me migraines"
"Smart and characteristic as well" he contemplated
"You haven't introduced me, brother"
They were faced with dark haired man, with ruthless piercing icy blue eyes; the air around him was definitely heavy.
"Ah, this is Damon, Damon, this is Nicholas"
"Finally, we meet the infamous ladies' man"
"Finally, we meet the infamous Salvatore"
Immediate displeasure was radiating from both of them.
Niklaus knew who Damon Salvatore was, the most ruthless man in his country's intelligence.
"So Nicholas, I have heard about you so recently, you seem new in town, where are from?"
His questioning trait is definitely annoying, he seemed to be the guy to dig into stuff, and he had to be so for the occupation he was so remarkably known with.
"I was born in the US, however was raised here, then had to go back for a couple of years, I returned this year"
"Well, that explains the accent"
Before he could continue with his string of interrogations, Greta an old "friend" of Nicholas interrupted
"Nicholas, Long time, no see"
"Hey Greta"
He found the excuse to sneak out from Damon's company.
His mind was with the blonde beauty he had just seen, so when she pulled herself to the balcony, he did the clichéd, he followed her suit.
"Why are you alone, love?"
"You are being quite informal, calling me love 2 hours after barely being introduced"
"I don't follow silly conventions; love and still you didn't answer my question"
"I don't like it out there, Stefan is busy with Elena, probably told you he hated me"
"He didn't say that, actually, he said he likes you"
"We were good friends you know before the whole pushing us onto each other, he love Elena you know"
"Yeah, but he likes you"
"Not enough for what my uncles and his father want"
"He will get over it"
"He will get over Elena, but not over the fact I was forced onto him, he will never love me"
"I wonder how he didn't love you in the first place"
"Excuse me"
"You are genuinely beautiful, smart, intriguing and full of light"
"Am I interrupting something?"
"Damon, not at all" she replied
"So mind I steal her from you for a dance?"
"Sure not mate"
She left with Damon
"Damn him" he cursed under his breath.
They met numerously afterwards thanks to Stefan; she was a viable and valuable information asset, that is how he excused himself for spending time with her, he tells himself that is his major reason, not because she was pretty or snarky or fierce or intelligent or delicate.
A friendship is formed between them, he escorts her to his place where they'd talk her about deceased parents, his deepest fears, they'd dance, she'd sing, they'd play cards (she 'd wipe him out or precisely he'd let her just to see the glint of teasing happiness and pride in her eyes)
Elijah comes to visit him.
He tells him he knows about her.
He warns him "love is the greatest weakness, be careful, don't make the same mistake I did"
He shows her his sketches and drawings
"You are an exceptional artist"
"Would you like me to paint you?"
His look changes during their drawing sessions from an artist's perception to a hungry man's
It is during their last session they reach break point.
They'd still meet, they'd still talk, more drawing, more music, more passion.
He know longer lies to himself
He was clutching her tight beside him me he mutter" I love you"
"I love you too Nik" she replied
She tells him of the new weaponry shipment Stefan has told her about.
He reports it to his superiors.
It is crashed and destroyed.
Havoc ensues after.
She comes to him, eyes bloodshot, yet voice very composed,
She confronts him
"You were the only one outside family who knew"
"Rebekah"
"One word Nik did you or did you not disclose it to anyone?
He couldn't lie to her, not anymore; she could see through his very soul, he was tired of lying.
"I didn't"
"So it was you"
"Reb…"
"I see, Nicholas or something else"
"Niklaus, Niklaus Mikaelson"
"Pleasure, so how could you do this? How can you and your people live with yourselves after all the murder and bloodshed you cause?"
"Guess you think your people are innocent right? That they fight for the goodness and light, I will let you on something, people like Henrik and Finn Mikaelson were innocent, and they were killed by your righteous troops, there are no innocents at war Rebekah, they die, only my likeness and Damon's remain"
"How could you do that to me?"
He couldn't answer that, his gaze went down.
"Stefan has been taken"
He felt a pang of guiltiness in his chest he did like Stefan
She leaves.
He gathers what is necessary and leaves, he knows he has been busted; she'd turn him in for Stefan.
Except she doesn't, she turns herself instead.
And that he couldn't take.
A little piece of news spread that they'll transfer her to prison.
"I have to save her"
"Niklaus, don't let your heart do anything stupid, isn't it weird that piece of news? They want to lure you in" Elijah reasoned
He doesn't listen.
He has to try at least.
He is captured.
"Ah, the notorious Damon Salvatore" he says as he is yanked into an opposite chair.
"You must be Elijah Mikaelson's impulsive brother Katherine told about; Lovesick fools both of you, runs in the family, doesn't it? So what is your real name?"
He doesn't respond
"The silent treatment I see"
Damon brings her in
Nik's eyes widened
"I thought you would leave her now, that you have me"
"See, gotta a reaction outta you, you see love is a great weakness they say so I am testing the theory since you are both here"
He slaps her while Nik's restrained, Blood pours out of the corner of her mouth.
"I DIDN'T GET YOUR NAME"
"Niklaus Mikaelson"
He was dragged along with her to confinement where he'd been hanged to the ceiling.
She was forced to watch as he was beaten, whipped, electrocuted and even burnt.
Tears would stream down her cheek and he'd glance over to her, stare her in the eyes intensly, urging her not to cry with his stare, a stare worth millions words, a stare of desperation, unworthiness and apology for putting her through this.
"So where is Elijah?"
The question he knew was coming, the one he wouldn't answer even if it meant ripping his soul out, the problem is it was her soul at stake.
He doesn't answer.
"I will know my way then"
He drags her in
"Let's see who is capable of doing better, Niklaus Mikaelson the playboy, or the humble Damon Salvatore?" he says theatrically
He forced him to witness everything he was doing.
He could listen to all, her cries of help, her pleads for him to stop, the sound of the ripping of fabric and lastly her weak whimpers of pain.
"You have till tomorrow or it will be worse"
They untie him from the ceiling.
He collapses like a pile of dirt.
He couldn't support himself.
She gathers herself or what is left of her and tries to cover herself with whatever fabric left intact.
She crawls over to him
"Don't betray your heart twice" she whispers as she cradles his head in her lap.
The fists of torture resume the next day.
She is tortured with him.
In the morn, their inhuman cries fill the room.
In the evening, his inhuman cries fill the room.
They untie him before they leave.
He crawls to her.
He takes her gashed, blood stained, burnt face in his hands.
Her breathing is slow and shallow.
Her eyes flutter open for a second.
He could capture the pain, the hurt, the love in them.
They catch each others eyes one last time, tearful cobalt blue with pained dim turquoise, then they close, no more breathing.
"Bekah, Love wake up"
Tears pools in his eyes.
He has no power to scream.
He hums her favourite song with the last strength he has left
"All will fade to silver glass, a light on the water, all souls pass, hope fades into the world of night, white light is calling, you and I will meet again and you will be her in my arms ,just sleeping"
The next day, they pull him from her body,
He is to be deported to be executed.
Except on the way, they are attacked.
He was shot before strong arms yanked him away from the site.
Damon fled unharmed.
"How is he doing?"
"Not good, he is too weak from the torture and the shot, I am so sorry"
A single tear escaped Elijah's eyes, he went to see his brother.
He gazes sadly at the blood soaked bandage around his body.
"How are you baby bro?"
"How did you know?"
"An acquaintance of yours" he couldn't help but smile.
Niklaus' breathing was getting huskier and lighter
"Elijah, Damon Salvatore, take him down for Bekah"
"Yes , for you and her"
"BE safe Elijah, afterwards leave and keep yourself alive."
His eyes closed
"Say hi to Henrik and Finn for me, Tell Rebekah I wish I had met her" he whispers into his dead brother's ear
"good bye ,Niklaus"
A week later,
Damon Salvatore assassinated: horrific car explosion
30 years later,
Elijah Mikaelson found dead alone in his residence, any acquaintance is urged to contact the authorities….