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(With Klaus and Elijah)

The two brothers had slowed to a walk. Elijah kept a careful distance away from Klaus. He did not trust him yet.

"How much further?" Elijah asked. In his pocket was the dagger. It would not be effective on Klaus any more, but he felt as though it was a useful weapon.

"Not much, brother," Klaus replied. He was at ease in the dense forest, stepping effortlessly over fallen tree trunks and branches. Elijah looked around at the quiet woods. He noticed a small building up ahead and was not surprised when Klaus held his arm, and with the other, pointed towards it, "There it is." Elijah was somewhat disappointed. Klaus was one for over-dramatizing everything, and so to realise that his family's bodies were in a building that was barely more than a shed, surprised him.

"Come with me," Elijah said. Klaus' eyes flickered in some supressed emotion.

"What are you going to do, when you get there?" He asked. Elijah shrugged and replied,

"I just need to see their faces. Tell them that…I miss them. And I wish that things could have been different." Klaus' face moved into a frown, and he said,

"Is that all? You saved me from death, because you wanted to tell them you missed them? I'm disappointed in you, I must say."

"Not everyone has to make such a production out of the simple things, Klaus."

"Hm. You see, you're right. You are very, very right."

"I'm sorry. I don't understand what you mean," Elijah said, also frowning. Klaus smiled, and chuckled quietly,

"I do like to make productions out of everything, don't I? I am one who enjoys 'making a big deal out of nothing', so to speak."

"I still don't follow you," Elijah replied.

"You, for example, are a very noble man, in my eyes. You were willing to betray those who trusted you, because you wanted a last chance at seeing your family again."

"That is hardly noble," Elijah said, shaking his head.

"You misunderstand, brother. I respect you, for your betrayal. It made me realise that we are not as dissimilar as I previously thought. But, although you are noble and honourable, you are also undeniably naïve. And gullible. Always have been. To think, you fell for my story. I knew that you wouldn't be able to resist the opportunity to see our filth of a family. And so I lied, to spare my life." Elijah was shocked. His eyes widened, first in horror, then in sadness,

"I thought, it seemed impossible, but I believed that you could have had a morsel of humanity left in you. But you're a monster. A selfish, lying monster." Klaus shrugged and said,

"Monster? Oh, dear brother, I have been called far worse. But now…I shall have to dispose of you." Elijah's reflex was to run away, but his brother appeared in front of him. "I am terribly sorry to do this. At least you know that I respect you now." Elijah, showing no fear, spat,

"I deserve a lot more than your mercy, brother." Klaus stepped back, and placed a hand over his heart,

"Oh, I see what you mean! You think you deserve my apology? Is that what you want? Hate to break it to you, but…You're not getting one. I don't do apologies."

"Then you're a coward, as well as a liar," Elijah sneered.

"A coward, with a very good mind for devising devious plans, wouldn't you agree?" Klaus laughed. In less than a second, he reached Elijah. He wrapped his arm around his brother's neck, and was vaguely surprised that he did not fight back. "Will you fight me, Elijah?"

"No," he answered simply.

"Then I regret to inform you that your life cannot be prolonged by any more time. Goodbye, Elijah. I know that 'respect' is important to you, so don't forget that I 'respect you now.' Say hi to Mum and Dad for me."

"Go to hell," Elijah said, his careful façade broken.

"I'm already in it," his brother replied. And with that, Klaus bit Elijah's neck. Elijah's eyes rolled backwards, but he was still alive, in pain. "That's the werewolf bite. I'm assuming that the effects are sped up a little, since, well, you know, I am the 'super-being' and all that. Oh, okay, don't listen to me, I appreciate that very much." Elijah was writhing on the floor in pain, incapacitated, and Klaus could barely hear himself over his shrieks of agony. He rolled his eyes and said, "Ugh, please, be quiet." He reached into Elijah's pocket and found the dagger. Smiling, he rolled his sleeves up, then, with a flourish, plunged it into his brother's heart. Klaus leaned towards Elijah's face and whispered, "I always win." Elijah's eyes moved forward once more, as if searching for remorse in Klaus'. Finding nothing, they closed.

He sat by his brother's body until all of it was covered in the werewolf bite. At that point, he removed the dagger from the corpse, wiped the blood on his brother's jacket, stood up, and began to walk.

He headed in the direction of Mystic Falls.

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