Well... the last two updates wasn't that exciting but I promise this one'll be better... ish... Enjoy!
[Reminder] This is a fictional story. Take it for what it's worth or don't take it at all. I do not condone any of these character's judgement, actions or thoughts in this story but all of those things are there for a reason, the entertain you and I, so do not take it so seriously although some morals are good, though. And all of the things that are put there are there for a reason. :)
"Ready?"
"Ready."
"You?"
"Wait! Is this good enough?"
"Yeah, they look alike."
"Ok, ready!"
"Let's go."
The second time he saw her, he was expecting her. But yet, he still was not. None of his brothers did, as well, for their plan to capture the Morpho Butterfly failed miserably. They underestimated her by a long stretch.
The sound of cold wind blowing, making the walls of leaves rustling, giving the atmosphere a haunted feeling. Torches occasionally hung on some of the brick walls were giving them a limited eyesight and he prayed that it was enough for the cameras to be able to capture her face.
To his left, he heard a soft click-clacking sound and grinned. Come out, come out, wherever you are, he mused in his head as he followed the tell tale sound.
Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack.
He turned left then right then straight, led by the noise and only by it.
Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack.
Walls, more walls and more passageways, he saw her on his right, running straight before stopping by the sound of it. He followed her but she moved again before he could catch up.
He saw her on his left and kept a calm pace this time, making sure that her footsteps faltered as well before picking it up and chased her at top speed. Yet, she outran him once again.
She flashed right in front of him, too fast for him to see her face but not too far for him to reach out for her. But as soon as he turned at the corner that she just steered into, footsteps were behind him and he whirled around as her dress disappeared.
Under the silvery moon light, if one stood on a balcony and stared down, they would see a quite amusing scene playing out right before their eyes and would pity the light brown haired man very much and would even consider shouting him a hint to win the little game. But sadly for him and lucky for her, there was no one there to witness it. No one will ever know what happened in that maze except for the ones who were in on it.
"Nik! Nik! You have to catch her! The cameras all go dead the minute her face went on tape! She's got a hacker, Nik! You have to catch her!" Kol's urgent voice startled him suddenly and he growled.
"What?! How are we only finding this out now?!" He picked up his steps, eyes scanning all four directions for sight of her and his ears were just about to burst as he listened to Elijah explaining why and trying to hear her steps as well.
"Because the FBI didn't include it, every seconds that were cut would be replace by another normal footage. You can only find out the cut if you were watching it live and notice the statics," Elijah explained, his voice stressed out.
"The girl's good," Kol joked.
"No, the hacker's good," Klaus replied, running into a dead end and swore loudly.
"You have to find her, Klaus. It's that or we wait for another opportunity," Elijah spoke.
"Now's fine, thank you," Klaus grumbled.
"To your right, Klaus."
"No! To your left! It's shorter there!"
"Kol! Just be quiet!"
"No! She's on your left, Nik!"
"Your right, Niklaus!"
"For fuck's sake! Which way?!"
"Left," Kol said as Elijah injected, "Right."
"Screw you." Klaus pulled his earpiece out and listened.
"Ouch!" the woman cried out and he heard a slapping noise of soft flesh against the hard stone floor.
Grinning like a Chesire cat, Klaus located the her and moved at his top speed, wanting nothing more than to catch her but failed to once again as he arrived to the scene of the crime, finding nothing but a blue ribbon.
And he learned that, she was just as devious and as careful as he was like he once were when the the diamond came up on the news, missing the next day. Using one's weaknesses and relying on their vulnerable spots. She was a challenge. But he didn't like challenges. Not this time.
Still, there was one thing that kept his mind reeling and his memory rolling its dusty tapes that was kept away untouched for a while.
As much as he tried, he couldn't get her stupid little squeal back in the maze out of his mind. It was high-pitched but not screechingly so. Feminine but not the kind of woman who would be calming and always in posture. No. She was active and outgoing and probably didn't give a shit about other people said. The voice was almost childlike but a deeper tone. It could mean that she was childish but that would be making assumptions. But he did know that she was a dreamer by the sound of it. He could imagine vividly the faceless woman as a child, tugging on her parents' sleeves or annoying her friends with her incessant ramblings about fairy tales and stories that she conjured up in her mind and they would laugh at her. And to his dismay, he found himself smilling at the thought.
Rebekah was like that. Always with her head up in the clouds and her eyes unfocused, thinking of things only she would know about and would believe in. She was a sweet child and out of all his siblings, she was the closest to him. She was always there to sooth him from his troubles with her chubby figure and silly stories when they were little. When they grew up, it didn't change much between them. Except for the fact that when she started to mature physically, mentally, she was just the same as she was when they were little. Still believing in fairy tales and still trust and love too easily.
"Go right ahead, laugh at the girl who loved too easily. But I would rather live my life than yours, Nik. No one will ever sit around a table telling stories about a man who couldn't love."
She had said when he showed her the way her lover looked at another girl only a month after her unannounced departure from his life. His sister cried a waterfall and he felt for her but he knew that it was for the best. She hated him after that but remained loyal to him after all.
It was true, her words.
No one ever did sat around telling stories about how he couldn't love. But they did sat around telling stories and discussing how much of a great criminal he was. Klaus reached to that point because he didn't love and he didn't care for anyone other than his family. And even they almost got him in jail once. If he loved in this world. He wouldn't have survived.
Love... Please!
Love was nothing more than a weakness. Love lead us nowhere and family was... well, disappointing. Family was a term that is easily broken unless loyalty is strong. In the Mikaelsons' case, it wasn't.
"Saltzman."
"Rick, boy do we have an interesting case for you!"
"Mikaelsons?"
"It seemed like your boys crossed path with the MB."
"He can't. She doesn't let people notice her unless she wants other people to."
"She wanted him to, then."
"I'm on my way."
"Don't doubt that you are."
"So she got the diamond out by sweet talking the guards?! I don't believe it!" Klaus threw his hands up in surrender, the woman truly was a headache.
"The Deveraux believe that machines can be fooled while well-trained humans can't," Elijah explained, rubbing his temples slowly.
"Seriously? Have they never heard of the words boner and hormones?" Kol snorted, folding his arms and leaned back comfortably.
"Some people can be immune to nature, Kol."
"Oh, like you?" Kol raised an eyebrow at his brother, smirking as his frown deepened. "Anyone since Tatia, brother?"
Yes, there has been another woman that was driving him crazy from day one but he wasn't going to let his brothers know for they would probably go bonkers if they found out.
"Yes, some men don't always think with their dicks, Kol," Klaus snapped at his brother. "But that doesn't mean they can't be manipulated."
"Forgot about that..." he trailed, looking down at the ground, recalling the most embarrassing moment in his life so far and he knew his brothers were all thinking the same thing he was.
The bitch was a fucking genius, playing them like fucking toys but as father would put it: Family above all. So they got her locked away, not really knowing what else to do with her since none of them had the heart to kill or torture or even laying a hand on a woman. It was just wrong.
"She got the diamond before teasing us with the chase, knowing we would go up the security room and erased the tapes for there was no way we were going to get ourselves on it and saved her hacker the trouble of having to dispose of it," Elijah said, his eyes closed. "And the coffee was drugged so the security wouldn't catch the statics. I sincerely don't know how she thought of the plan that flawless," said Elijah.
"Both getting the jewel and having the guts to stick around after to play cat and mouse with Nik here and risk getting caught," Kol whistled. "Whoever she is, she's a little risk taker, I'll tell you that."
"Unless she isn't," Klaus said. "I mean if she's in on the business then she probably knows who I am so when she saw me, she knew for a fact that me chasing her wouldn't get her captured because I wouldn't risk getting myself caught," he glanced between Kol and Elijah, who were both sporting their thoughtful looks. "Think about it. The woman knew for a fucking fact that there was no way the police would have burst through those doors with me inside of it so she was safe."
"So what you're saying is she was relying on your presence to know whether or not the police is going to be there?" Elijah questioned, reopening his eyes and taking a deep breath.
"That's exactly what I'm saying."
"But we're not targeting at bringing her to jail, Nik," Kol said.
"No, but we can spread the words where we're going to strike next, it's probably going to attract some undercover cops but hey, all the more convincing," Klaus shrugged. "She'll be there, notice our absence and flee. The woman should be smart enough to connect the dots."
"And we'll be right at the gate waiting for her," Kol finished.
"But what if she gets arrested?" Elijah questioned.
"Easy. She won't. The girl's been playing with fire for all too long and not getting burned. I doubt that she'll be burn this time," a smirking Klaus raised his glass full of Bourbon to his lips and took a sip.
"What if she escapes another way?"
"To where? The forest? Or the forest, oh and or the forest," he snapped his fingers at his brothers, smiling mockingly at him. "There's only one exit, where I'm planning."
"Where?" Kol stood up and stretched his tight muscles, yawning tiredly.
"Silas's."
"Are you serious?"
"Very."
"No one cross Silas," Kol said, the doubt in his eyes replaced the early victory glint from the plan.
"We're not crossing him. She is or will be attempting to. We won't even be on their property."
"And you're sure this will work?" his older brother narrowed his eyes into slits at the legendary con man's name. He wasn't especially smart or skilled but he had connections and knew how to manipulate those connections to his use extremely well. Some might say he can change your mind about the thing you most believe in or even break a holy man's will.
"Because your last plan turned out amazing," he snorted into his glass of alcohol and Elijah sighed.
"Alright, the party is four days from now, we'll have time to prepare. Good night, Niklaus."
"See, ya, Nik."
His brothers began leaving but Klaus stayed behind, all by himself in the large room.
Family above all, his father has taught him.
But his mother didn't have the same moral for she had too many families. If that woman would have stayed faithful to his father, none of this would be happening. None of their lives would be this complicated, always planning and plotting. Although he did enjoy laughing at the cop's stupidity for not catching him even after almost two decades. All except one.
He came so close. So close to the point of almost successfully getting him officially locked up but got too attached and thought that Klaus was just a misguided kid, which he used to his advantage and escaped. Too soft.
Too fucking soft.
Fucking family, Klaus thought as he threw his glass into the blazing fire.
Fucking Saltzman.
And fucking Morpho Butterflies.
The third time he planned to capture a butterfly, it didn't even fly near his trap.
Somehow, someway, she knew his moves and she left him with one of his brothers in a van across the street while the other up in a tree, a pair of binoculars in his hands, watching everyone that went in and went out of the mansion. In a way, he was insulted but slightly impressed. Not to mention pissed beyond compare.
"Will any of this ever be enough?" A voice asked behind her and without turning, she knew exactly who it was.
"No. It won't," she replied, hugging her middle as she stood, looking around the room full of jewelry, shining brightly under the lights overhead.
"Because you'll never stop wanting to prove a point," the person stopped beside her and followed her gaze toward her latest job.
"Because she'll never accept me," she whispered quietly.
"She's a cop, Care. What more do you expect?"
"I guess... I just..." she shrugged, her mouth twisting up in an awkward way. "I have my whole family here but it still feels like something's missing... maybe it's her."
"What if it's not her? What if it's someone else?"
"But what if it's her? And if it's not, how will I know that it's not?" She turned, looking straight at her best friend. "It doesn't matter because there is a point to these jobs and it doesn't concern my mother."
"Maybe it's him," the person smiled teasingly, there was sadness in the smile. Like a remembrance of the past.
"Maybe it's not. We'll never know," she said, taking a deep breath as the image of the notorious con man Niklaus Mikaelson flashed through her mind and she wondered idly if it could have been.
Now, I know that there wasn't much to comment on the last two updates but this one has got quite a bit... ish? I don't know but please tell me what you think :)
And thank you, Mandy Mikaelson for inspiring me to write all of my stories. She's like my idea-pitcher. :)
Have a lovely day everyone! And try Thursday's coming up so cheer up!
Jen out!
