Save Me From Who I Am: Chapter Two
Klaus ran a hand through his hair, frustrated with the apparent complete ignorance of the people here. He tried compelling the staff, but the guy just looked at him weirdly and nearly called security. The wedding was about to start within the hour and apparently he needed to go change and check on Elijah.
He ran into Camille on the way. He's been hoping she would have at least remembered anything from what happened in New Orleans, but nothing. She'd shooed him into a room on the third floor where Stefan and Marcel were waiting with Elijah.
He heard booming laughter from the room before stepping in. The place reeked of alcohol and cologne.
"Nick!" Marcel greeted loudly, getting up from his chair to slap him on the back. He faltered as if he was steadying himself from falling. He recovered with a laughing grin. "Man, you have no idea how much I love you."
Klaus shrugged Marcel's hand from him with an incredulous expression, only succeeding in making him laugh more.
"He's drunk." Stefan oh so helpfully said. A smile tugged at his lips as he adjusted his tie in the mirror. "Damon sent a bottle of bourbon that's like fifty years old."
"And why is he harassing me?" Klaus said with an annoyed expression.
"Love." Marcel grinned. He finally let go of Klaus and threw himself onto the nearest chair. "You hand out great love advice."
"He's happy Camille agreed to be his date," Stefan continued for him.
"You said-" Marcel spoke. "You said go for it. Be forward." He punched his fist through the air.
"Stefan," Klaus said. "Get him out of here."
"I'll try sobering him up." Stefan clapped a hand on Marcel's shoulder. "Let's go get some coffee. Oh, and, Nick." He stopped. "Elijah's in his room having a nervous breakdown." And with that, he dragged Marcel out of the room.
Elijah had to know something about this, definitely. He's an Original. His mind was stronger than even Klaus. Of course he was powerful enough to resist whatever what happening.
"Elijah?" Klaus called before barging in the room. The room was neat as expected. And there he was. Elijah. His childhood protector and the only person willing to put up with him.
"This is madness." Elijah spoke in the same sophisticated tone Klaus was used to.
Klaus immediately breathed out a sigh of relief. Thank God or whoever's listening. He could always rely on his older brother. He found himself nodding, almost smiling. "You too." He said.
"Nothing makes sense." Elijah continued, beginning to pace around the room. He hadn't yet looked at him. "Everything's wrong. Everyone's acting strange. They're looking at me like they're hiding something or-or-" He huffed, frutstead. "Almost as if they know something I don't."
"Exactly. Exactly. Thank you. Finally," said Klaus. He almost collapsed on the bed as he sat down. "We have to do something. We need to speak to Rebekah. I can't find her and she's not answering her cell."
"I agree." Elijah said. "There has to be a way to deal with this."
He'd missed his brother. His assertive, bossy, know-it-all brother. "What do you suggest?" Klaus asked.
"I-" Elijah pondered for a moment, seemingly lost in his thoughts and finding difficulty in the correct words. "Nothing so far has been right-"
"That's what I've been saying."
"All this time I've been to hesitant to ask," Elijah said. "She doesn't know I'm suspicious."
Klaus closed his eyes in resignation. "You're talking about Hayley." Klaus concluded with bitterness. Of course. Why would anyone be on his side? Why would the world do him any favors?
"I think it's about Jackson." Elijah suddenly looked at him strangely. "What did you think I was talking about?"
"Nothing." He clenched his jaw. How idiotic he was to think that someone was stuck in the same predicament as he. Either he was mad, which he knew was true to a certain extent. Or everyone else was insane. He chose to go with the latter.
"Am I making the right choice?" Elijah said. "I'm not rushing her into this. Am I?"
"How will I know?" Klaus questioned sarcastically. He wouldn't completely give up until he saw Rebekah for his own eyes.
"Because you're her closest friend." Elijah's eyes were unreadable. "After all, you're the one who introduced us."
Klaus chuckled in irony. Oh, he was such a bastard in this life. For sure he was the one who impregnated his brother's girlfriend then encouraged him to marry her.
"Caroline talked to me." His head snapped when Elijah spoke, his tone careful and practised. "What was it about this time?"
"The nightmare?" Klaus guessed this was what he was talking about.
Elijah nodded, looking at him in that concerned way Elijah always had when dealing with his siblings.
"I don't remember," Klaus said shortly. Truth be told, he didn't remember falling asleep in the first place. What was the last thing he recalled anyway? Everytime he tried to dive in his mind, he got this searing headache in the side of his head and came out blank.
"She said you woke up delirious," Elijah said. "Unable to tell whether this was a dream or reality."
"Because this isn't real!" Klaus snapped. "None of this is real." He breathed. "Elena, Bonnie, Caroline, the Salvatores. They're supposed to be our enemies. They tried to kill us. They killed Kol and Finn."
"Niklaus," Elijah said in a warning tone. "Don't bring them into this. Your delusions-"
"They are a part of this!" He yelled in rage. "They're the ones that did this."
He'll be damned if his brother's death went unpunished. Even more so if someone dared accuse him of ignorance. His own flesh and blood. How could he not know who killed his brother? He knew in whatever was left of his soul how they died and in the hands of who.
"Kol was murdered," Elijah said slowly like they'd had this discussion before. "By Mikael."
"No, he wasn't," Klaus seethed. "That bastard of a boy-".
"Our father set the house on fire with him inside."
No no no. Jeremy Gilbert stabbed him with the white oak stake. Klaus had watched as his brother was burned to death. He remembered the look in Kol's eyes just as the stake had gone into his heart. He'd been surprised.
"Finn went away because of the business he got himself into," Elijah said in a convinced tone. "It was his own damn fault. Not father's this time."
"He's not my father!" Klaus shouted in rage.
"Stop this nonsense," Elijah told him firmly. "At least for today."
Klaus shook his head, seething in silent anger. He glared at his brother before storming out of the door, slamming it violently behind him.
Minutes after he left, his mind caught up with Elijah had said first. He was suspicious of Hayley and Jackson. Another problem to bite on, but not important enough for now.
As soon as he made it back to his room- he'd never confess to asking hotel worker to guide him to it- an angry blonde fiancée ambushed him.
"What is wrong with you?" Caroline demanded, crossing her arms and looking down on him like he was a child about to get scolded.
"Leave me be, Caroline." Klaus ignored her and sidestepped her to get to the bathroom.
"I won't do that, Nick." Why was everyone calling him that? His name was Klaus. That's what he liked to be called, Nik was for the special ones. Rebekah and Kol were the only ones who called him that.
Where was his sister?
"Caroline, I'm warning you." He used what he hoped to be his threatening voice-if he still has one.
"You can use that with everyone but me." The blonde followed him. "Don't shut me out. It hurts me when you think you can do this alone-"
"Does it look like I bloody care about your fucking feelings?" Klaus boomed. She stumbled back as if he hit her, his words hurt her, he could definitely pick up on that.
"Don't do that, Nick." Caroline said in a softer voice. "We're getting married. I'm going to be your wife. We-"
"Where are the rings?" Klaus questioned. He wanted proof that this wasn't more of a scam than it really was.
"Right here." She looked like she was about to snap at him but held back. She sulked to a bag on the vanity and got out a small light blue velvet ring box- Tiffany's blue- and handed it to him. "There. Believe me now?" She added sarcastically.
He opened the box. A platinum, hand-engraved solitaire ring sat in the box. He almost scoffed at the sight. He would never pick something like that.
There. A plot hole.
"You can't go around ruining everyone's morning." Caroline locked her eyes with his. Light blue meeting icy ocean ones. "This is supposed to be happy day." Much like she did earlier, she took his hands and intertwined their fingers together, resting them on his chest. "Happy, happy, happy. We can pretend at least. Okay?"
Klaus breathed sharply. Everyone was trying to convince him something while his mind screamed at him to get out of here. But go where? "I'll go get dressed." He lied.
"That's my man." Caroline grinned and leaned up to kiss him. Her kiss was too sweet. "I have your suit ready in the closet. I have to go to the salon appointment with the rest of the girls. We'll be back in an hour tops. Everything should be ready by then. Love you." She pecked him before smiling brightly at him and leaving the room.
After making sure she was gone, he reached into his pocket for his phone. Unlocking it and opening the internet app immediately. He typed in 'Mystic Falls, Virginia.'
There was no such thing. No town with that name. The only page that came up was about some fake supernatural spirits in houses in Philadelphia. He wanted to crush the phone in his hand, but his strength wasn't even there.
Fine, then. He'll concede to play along. Whoever behind this for sure was watching him. He had to be careful with his reactions. 'If this was some kind of scheme, someone will slip up eventually. He was always one step ahead of everyone. Now's not the time to stop that.
He went to the closet and got out his suit, putting it on and churming information over in his head while doing so.
He was engaged to Caroline, but that information wasn't to be out yet.
Bonnie and Kol were together in secret- he scowled in disgust- and everyone found out only after his death.
The most disbelieving piece of information yet was that he was friends with the Mystic Falls gang.
Marcel and Camille are together because of him. Okay, that wasn't too far-fetched.
Tyler was cast out of the group. Good riddance.
Jeremy Gilbert was no show so far, neither is Alaric. That was probably for the best. As he'd have ripped Jeremy's head off. Original Hybrid or not.
He hadn't heard anything of his sister Rebekah. That needed to be a priority.
What was left? He and Hayley hooked up like they did in Mystic Falls but she was hiding it and clearly hasn't told Elijah about it. Of course, there was the probability that it was Elijah's baby, wasn't there? If she was his girlfriend at that time. Then she said it was their baby. He had to find more information.
He'll have to leave the hotel and find a witch in New York, it's a big city. There has to be at least one. Any version of reality had to have some type of supernatural creature. Witches were protectors of nature. This world was against nature.
All he had to do was get through the wedding and make everyone believe he was Rebekah, then the witch. The instructions were clear in his head.
So he had to pretend to love Caroline Forbes. That part won't be so hard. He fancied her hard enough. For shame though. He was beginning to rather like Camille. That just proved whoever fabricated this reality didn't know him well enough.
A clock began to chime. It was an old fashioned one. And it reminded him he had a wedding to get to.
He walked out of the room feeling more certain than he had in the past two hours.
A little piece of kinda irrelevant information, but I wrote Klaus' nickname as Nick instead of Nik because I thought it fitting of the alternate reality. Because only few people called him Nik, so it's kind of something to earn to call him that. Now, everyone's calling him that and he's going crazy about it.
Rant over. What do you think? Any theories? Is Hayley's baby Klaus' or Elijah's? What do you think happened to Kol and Finn really?
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