A/N Thank you for all the reviews, you have no clue how much they mean to me. Here is the fourth chapter, I hope you enjoy it. Please keep the reviews coming if you want more.


Chapter Four — Love & Loyalty

Salvatore Boarding House — Present

"I can't believe this! How the hell could he turn against us like that? We had him, Stef! We finally had the upper hand!"

Damon paced back and forth, running a hand through his dark hair as he tried to calm himself, a half empty glass of bourbon in his other one. Stefan sat on the couch, his shirt stained with now dry blood, also nursing his own drink as he half listened to his brother ranting. He was too pissed off to think about Klaus and too stressed to deal with Damon. He didn't want to hear about the Originals at the moment, instead he wanted to drink until he passed out and deal with everything the next day, when they had calmed down. But, knowing his brother, his wish wasn't going to be granted. Damon wouldn't let anybody rest until he had a new plan sorted to get revenge. His brother had cursed each Original on the way home and hadn't stopped for a second. They had returned over an hour earlier and Damon was still as angry as he was when they left the mansion.

"The only thing we had as some sort of leverage is that coffin but according to Judgy, that isn't working out so well either. She isn't powerful enough the witch bitch said. She wasn't going to risk herself and her mother. The one time her juju is useful to me and she screws us over!"

Stefan let out a groan, massaging his neck with his free hand before he replied to his brother."This is so not my day. We're too pissed off to think about anything right now, let's just leave it until tomorrow. At least we know that they aren't going anywhere anytime soon. Well, that could be good or bad. Let's hold off getting our asses kicked once again until another day, okay?"

"No! Not okay. I'm done with them. Those twins aren't good news, either. We haven't just got the most powerful creature in history in our town but we also have his siblings who just happen to be as psychotic as him and if that isn't bad enough, they have a grudge against us. The coffin isn't going to open and they want it back. We've got nothing. We're screwed."

"We? No, no, no, it was your idea to trust Elijah, not mine. If this is anyone's fault, it's yours."

"Thanks, brother, i'm really feeling the love. What are we going to do?"

"I don't know, Damon. Move?"

Damon stopped pacing for second to glare at his brother before he returned to his previous task. He downed his drink in one go, hands shaking in anger before he growled, flashing over to his bar. But just as he was about to pour himself another drink, the front door swung open, and in walked the calmest Original. Eyes widening, Stefan jumped to his feet, standing by Damon, both sharing a concerned look. Elijah, straightening his suit jacket sauntered into the boarding house, a smile on his face in greeting.

"Good evening, gentleman."

Stefan blinked, as if he hadn't been surprised that Elijah had walked in. "I'm sure that it wasn't a society rule in your time, but there is a thing called knocking."

"I'm pretty certain that I do not care. But if you want to make an issue our of my presence in your lovely home, I have no objection."

Eyes flickering between the brothers, Elijah held his arms out, daring them to make a move against him. Moments passed and when neither Salvatore made a sign of wanting to fight, he released a chuckle, amused. Though Klaus had a slight upper hand on Elijah because of him being a hybrid, the older Mikaelson brother was much more feared. Klaus was somewhat reckless and you expected him to act. But with Elijah, you never knew what to expect. He could be calm and collected but still make your blood run cold with a look. He could rip you apart and still be polite about it.

"Very well. Now that is settled, let's get on with the reason i'm here."

Damon brought his glass to his lips, a look of hatred on his face, with some curiosity."...and what's that?"

"I want the coffin you stole from us."


Mikaelson Mansion – The Day Before

"I want this one."

Kaylah released a contented sigh as she entered what was to be her new bedroom, which was as far away from the rest of their siblings, on the other side of the mansion. Half empty bottle of bourbon in his hand, Kol followed with a blank look on his face, sitting down on the edge of her four poster bed as she took the time to observe the space. The moment Elijah had left, the twins, Finn, Rebekah and Klaus hadn't said a word to one another for a while. Mostly because nobody knew what to say to each-other. Finn had walked out of the room without a look to anyone. They knew that he was against it. He hated his existence and had no plans to remain with Klaus, the two were the complete opposite. He disappeared to the second floor of the mansion and nobody had heard from him since so they assumed that he was probably waiting until Elijah returned. Right now, the twins could hear Rebekah and Klaus speaking before hearing what seemed to be the hybrid attempting to make amends.

Rebekah was the only one he would apologize to apart from Elijah on the rare occasion.

"Brother, there's an adjoining bedroom to this." Kaylah said as she walked back into the room from the walk in closet.

"...we'll be close once again. The others are on the other side of the mansion, so you won't have to deal with Rebekah's nonsense. Kol? Aren't you listening?"

"It's pretty difficult not to hear you. Vampire hearing or not, love."

Instantly noticing the lack of playfulness in his tone, his twin soon forgot about the large bathroom and made her way over to him. Frowning in concern when he didn't look at her, Kaylah stood in front of her brother who was being unusually quiet. She asked him what was wrong but he didn't answer and when he went to take another swig of the bottle, she grabbed it out of his hands, taking a sip herself. Holding it out of his reach when he went to swipe it from her, Kaylah turned and threw it into the roaring fire that was on the other side of the room. He growled at his twin, a dark look in his orbs.

"After the day i've had, dear sister, I really needed that."

She arched an eyebrow, placing her hand on her hip."That is your third bottle, i'm cutting you off. Are you going to tell me what's wrong or do I have to force it out of you? You know that I will."

He didn't reply, just crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the fire across from them. Truthfully, he didn't know what was wrong with him. Elijah's words kept repeating in his head, each time getting louder and louder until he was positive that he had a headache. Over the years, Kaylah had mastered Kol's moods. There was different levels to it and what she was seeing now was the lowest. It was rare and the last time she saw it was when they witnessed Mikael burn their home. It was when he first found them after they had turned. It happened at least a century later when they returned to their siblings after spending a while traveling the world together. Like Klaus, Kol was terrified of their father. He had never been physically beaten by him but had witnessed him hurting Klaus. Kol's face would lose color and he would become still, close to being unresponsive. This was the complete opposite to his other moods, which would normally end up with him drowning in blood.

So Kaylah did what she always did whenever this happened. She gave him what he always craved attention.

"I don't want to stay here. Not with Niklaus anyway. Even though he speaks a lot of rubbish, for once in his dull life, Finn was right, Nik doesn't deserve a bloody family, he doesn't deserve anything. Not after what he has done to us. But, on the other hand, Elijah is right. Those Salvatore boys succeeded in their plans. They used our anger towards him, they plays us. They won't give up until they've killed the bastard and even then, i'm sure that they won't stop until they've gotten to us. This town clearly has no clue who they are toying with, they need to be taught a lesson and we've been woken up at the right time."

Kol chuckled darkly before meeting Kaylah's eyes, identical to his."If someone is going to kill that hybrid snake it's going to be one of us. We deserve it, we've earned it. Those children need to realize that. We are the Original family, i'm sure they've forgotten that."

Kaylah read between the lines, and instantly knew what Kol was saying. He wanted his family and deep down, that has been what he had always wanted, like when they were younger. Marcel had taken his place and hundred years ago and even before that he'd been left out. But now, Elijah had said what they had all needed to hear. They had all had a hand on breaking their family, and it had taken one thousand years for them to face it. Klaus had apologized, something that never happened and it had shocked the twins. They would never forget what their brother had done to them and probably never forgive either but again, Elijah's words came to mind.

If I return to find some of you gone, I will take that as you no longer wanting us to be a family.

"So what do you want, brother? Do you want to leave and let the bastard fend for himself, even though he deserves it? Or do you want to stay and show them how the Mikaelson's deal with those who oppose them?"

Kol had returned to his normal self, having gotten what had bothered him off of his mind. Kaylah bit her lip as Kol pulled her to him, falling back on the comfy bed. She landed on him, burying her head in his neck as she waited for his response. Kol contemplated his options, wondering if he could truly live without his family. They had hurt him more than they had thought, but then again, he had planned on doing to Klaus what he had done to him many times before. He imagined living without his blonde sister, living without mocking her love life. Living without Elijah, who he silently respected a great deal.

Could he walk away?

Cupping Kaylah's cheek, he thought carefully before he met her eyes Without words, the twins silently decided what they were going to do, and Kol kissed her temple, nodding.

"When have you known me to pass up bloodshed?...But we are remaining here on one condition."

Kaylah perked up at his words, wondering what he had in mind.

"What have you got in mind?"


Salvatore Boarding House — Present

"You're kidding, right? You expect us to hand over the only thing we have over you lot?"

Damon laughed, shaking his head at the Mikaelson standing across from him and his brother. He left out Bonnie failing to open the coffin, not wanting to give it up yet. He knew that if Elijah found that out, they no longer had something over them, they would be vulnerable. They couldn't risk that, not with another three dangerous thousand year old vampires on the loose in their town. Elena was barley making it by and if they continued to have nothing to protect themselves with, she was going to be a target. Stefan, knowing what Damon was doing, kept silent. He knew that making a deal with Elijah wouldn't have ended well, but his brother had refused to listen to him.

"I may be handsome, but i'm not stupid."

Now, they were bluffing, and he hoped that Elijah wouldn't see through them.

Damon then added."Why do you want it so bad? You were all for us opening it earlier."

Elijah laughed politely, his hands behind his back as he took a step closer to the raven haired vampire."Well, my family has recently come to an understanding and that coffin belongs to my family. We want it back."

"Sorry, no can do. You see, that coffin is the only thing keeping our heads on our shoulders, where we like them. There is no way we're handing over the one thing that keeps Klaus' fangs out of our necks, especially Elena's. We could go back to our old deal. You get the coffin and leave, along with your family."

"I do not see that happening. My family seem to like it here already. I understand your desire to protect Elena. I myself would like to see her unharmed but when it comes to my family, I will always choose them. Even over Elena. You two could learn from this. Loyalty to family above all else."

The brothers glanced at one another before Damon turned to Elijah."So it seems that we have come to an impasse. You know where the door is."

Elijah, although looking calm, had reached the edge. He did not like being told no, especially when it came to his family. Secondly, Elijah believed in respect. He showed it to others and when the favor was not returned, it irritated him. He was an Original and demanded respect because of that, and Damon Salvatore was being more rude than usual. As he looked closer to the Salvatore brother, he knew something was off. Elijah observed Damon for a second before, all of a sudden, grabbing him, pinning the elder brother to the wall.

"...again? Really?" Damon choked, struggling against the stronger vampire.

"It seems that you two cannot have a polite conversation. I will not tell you again. I want that coffin."

"Or?"

Elijah cleared his throat and a second later, the front door was kicked open roughly, causing it to fly across the room. Damon and Stefan looked over to the door and there stood, leaning against the frame, was the twins. When Elijah nodded, the two strolled into the boarding house, their hands fused together, fingers laced protectively. The brothers noticed this and frowned when Elijah didn't seem fazed by it, as if he saw it every day. Kol led her over to where Elijah was, who was still keeping a firm grip on Damon. His hand dropped from Damon's neck, but he kept a hold of him by the shoulder. Stefan straightened, glaring at the twins, mostly Kaylah, the attack she made on him was far from forgotten.

"What are they doing here?"

"We've been sight seeing. We really have to stop meeting like this, darling." Kol answered, taking the chance look around.

"My, my, what a lovely home you have. Sorry about the door, my brother enjoys making an entrance." Kaylah added.

Elijah didn't want to resort to violence, but if he was forced, he would. He was not going to allow outsiders threaten his family, he wanted the fresh start. Besides, it seemed that the brothers responded better to violence."Or I allow my brother and sister to get acquainted with your brother and I know that you wouldn't take kindly to this, Damon. I would rather do this in a quiet manner, I see actions like this below me but I will do what I have to in order to get that coffin."

He let Damon go, knowing that he was smarter than to run off."All you have to do is ask yourself – what is more important? Your brother's life? Or the coffin and Elena? Accept the deal, it is your only option."

Damon's jaw clenched as Elijah impatiently waited. If he agreed to the deal, he was basically handing Elena over but if he didn't, there was no telling what the twins would do to his brother. Stefan looked at him, torn as well. No brother wanted harm to come to the girl they loved, but believed that even then, they loved each-other more than the girl. Damon groaned as Elijah slammed him against the wall, pressing him for an answer. Loyalty to his brother and the love for Elena made him growl as he struggled to choose. He stayed quiet, his eyes screwing shut, unable to look Stefan in the eye, and he slumped against the wall, head bouncing off of it because of the impact.

Kol rolled his eyes, bored that nothing interesting was happening."All this for the love of a simple girl. It gets old after seeing it for the hundredth time."

Elijah shook his head, not wanting to do this, but he had to."Kaylah, sister, it seems that Damon has made his choice. Grab the brother."

Nodding eagerly, Kaylah moved quickly and took a hold of Stefan, but Damon yelled out suddenly.

"FINE! You win. The coffin is yours. I'll make the call."

Elijah kept his eyes on Damon for a moment before releasing him of his hold."No, you will take me to where the coffin is. Now."

"Kol, Kaylah, keep Stefan with you until that coffin is ours once more. Do not let him out of your sight until I return. Do what you must to keep him here."

The twins nodded before Elijah followed Damon out of the boarding house. Once confident that their brother was out of earshot, Kol, with all his strength, kicked the younger vampire across the room. Stefan groaned as he fell against a table, rolling to the floor, landing on top of the front door that the twins had kicked in. Kol laughed to himself, rubbing his hands together, he had truly missed the look of fear on his victim's face when they knew that they were powerless against him. Kaylah picked up one of the fire pokers while her brother picked up Stefan, raising the weaker vampire into the air without much effort, catching the poker that his sister tossed over to him.

"Niklaus has just recently informed us that you planned to dispose of our coffins to get back at my brother. Is this true?"

"Your brother had it coming. He ruined my life."

"From what I see, there wasn't much of a life to ruin. Fighting over a girl with your brother, always close to the edge with blood, it sounds like death would be the best thing for you, darling."

"You don't know me."

"My sister has given me the highlights." Kol replied, picking up a bottle of bourbon, reading the year as Kaylah took over.

"Your family doesn't belong here. This isn't your town." Stefan hissed.

Kol, after driving the poker through Stefan's stomach, punched the vampire across the face. He fell back against Kaylah, who locked her fingers around the metal and gave it a harsh twist before pushing it deeper, her lips brushing Stefan's ear as she taunted him."Actually, love, our family was here first, over one thousand years ago. Your life will be much easier to live if you remember that."

Kaylah slowly pulled out the poker, making Stefan scream in agony. Swallowing a sob, the younger Salvatore brother spat cruelly."Well, you're going to die in the place you used to call home. It's quite sweet, don't you think?"

"I must say, i've missed the sound of painful screaming. Especially coming from those who think they can beat those much older than them." Kol sneered.

He grabbed the poker once more and hit Stefan with it, causing him to fly out of the chair, landing on the floor with a moan. He kicked Stefan, turning him onto his back, stabbing the poker into his windpipe, unable to help himself. It had been too long since he had been entertained, and since the second his eyes landed on Stefan, he had hated him. It amused him how Stefan and Damon acted as though they were a match for them, as though they thought they had the right to even consider crossing them. Kol had no tolerance for outsiders, he was better than them, and he wasn't afraid to show about it. He had more power, was older and that meant that any other was lesser than them. Even Elijah thought that, but he had a different way of expressing it.

Kaylah took a step back. She didn't need to ask Kol what he was doing, she could tell by the Kol-like grin on his lips.

"Brother, do remember that Elijah doesn't want him dead. In fact, we're not supposed to touch him at all unless he attempts to run."

Kol, who was still in the middle of slowly digging the poker into Stefan's windpipe raised his head. He put on his best innocent expression and sighed, ripping out the poker, making sure that it was painful. He threw it away, and it drove through the wall, impaled. Kaylah slowly smiled, shaking her head, flashing over to the wall and pulling out the metal with ease. She sauntered over to her twin, and held out her hand, but when he moved to grab it, she dodged him. Using the spiked, bloody end of the poker, she pointed it underneath his jawline, gently lifting his head so that he was meeting her gaze. It sliced his skin, his blood mixing with Stefan's, and the only reaction she got was a dark chuckle.

"...feeling left out, are we? Would you rather it be you I was being rough with instead of the Salvatore, sister?"

"I didn't say that you should stop, all we have to tell him is that Stefan attacked me and my protective brother saved me. I just reminded you because we're not allowed to kill him. Nik has big plans for them, and you'll enjoy it more when you have time to truly make him suffer. ."

Ignoring the poker pressed underneath his jawline, Kol grabbed Kaylah's wrist that was holding the metal and wrenched her close.

"...my twin, always looking out for me."

She let the poker fall and he caught it skillfully, his wound instantly closing. Stefan watched, eyes wide as the twins somewhat forgot that he was even there, and lost themselves in one another. Kol's temple rested against Kaylah's, and he murmured into her ear, something that Stefan couldn't hear. Her eyes fluttered, a warm smile on her lips, and Stefan swallowed, slowly beginning to move towards the nearest weapon he could get his fingers on. It happened to be a piece of his front door that had been kicked in. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of 'bond' the two had, something he had the same thought about when they first entered the boarding house, their hands joined. Elijah didn't seem to be fazed by it, as if he had spent years around the two when they were liked that. He knew that twins had a strong relationship, but this seemed completely different.

The two came off as something more than just close siblings.

As he clutched the piece of thick wood behind his back, his ears caught a few words mumbled by Kol, that sounded like the end of a long sentence.

"...with a smile on my face, darling sister."

Stefan, seeing that Kol's eyes were shut, took the distraction. Kol had the weapon, and he was the closest, his back to the Salvatore, so Stefan knew he had one shot. He quickly moved, using all the strength he had to throw the wood in Kol's direction, hoping that it would get his heart. If he could injure he only had one Original to bother about. Elijah wouldn't let her kill him, he was sure of that, despite his attack on Kol. The make shift stake was just inches from Kol's heart, something that would hurt him hopefully, but at the last second, Kaylah's hand shot out. Kol was still standing with his back to Stefan, holding his sister to him. Her hand grabbed the stake just before it plunged into her brother, and quickly turning it around in her fingers, she threw it back to Stefan.

He cried out as the wood impaled into his chest, inches from his heart.

"You really don't learn do you, little boy?" Kaylah seethed.

Her eyes darkening dangerously, Kaylah grabbed the poker out of Kol's hand and was about to make her way over to the Salvatore. It didn't matter how old her twin got, how powerful they were, nobody dared to attack him and get away with it. It had always been that way. But before she could make her third step, a voice rang out in the boarding house.

"Sister, leave him."

She turned around and faced Elijah, who was leaning against the empty door-frame, hands in his pockets."Did you get what we came for?"

"The coffin has been returned to our home. Now, we must get going. Come."

The twins looked at one another before following Elijah's orders as Damon re-entered his home, rolling his eyes at the missing door he had forgotten about. The walked up the steps that led to the exit, but Kaylah stopped just before she left. Damon passed her, glaring slightly at her brother when he saw how in pain Stefan was. Elijah didn't make a move to stop her as she waited until Damon's back was to her before she skillfully stabbed him with the poker.

Damon choked, gasping out."What the-"

"Ask your brother."

With a fake polite smile, the three Originals left the boarding house, Elijah shaking his head in disbelief.


Mikaelson Mansion Earlier That Day

"It sounds like a fair request, brother. Surely you understand?"

Kol and Kaylah stood across from Klaus, who was sitting on the couch, sketchbook in hand. Elijah was leaning against the door frame that led into the front room while Rebekah sat on the seat next to her hybrid brother, magazine in hand, browsing for new clothes. Finn stood next to Elijah, arms across his chest. Klaus was staring at the twins, a shocked expression on his face, speechless for the first time in a long while. He sat up straight, tossing his sketchbook onto the table, hands meeting in front of him as he processed Kol's words. The twins stood as a united front, challenging him to refuse their request, Kaylah's teeth sinking into the flesh of her lip as she waited for Klaus' response.

"...and why, pray tell, do you ask this?"

Kol was quick to reply, it had been his idea to ask Klaus so he was taking charge."You have asked our forgiveness and trust, brother. In order to gain that, you have to show that you deserve it. We have agreed to stay and attempt to salvage what is left of this family. To remain as one. All we ask in return is proof that you mean what you say."

"...and for that proof, we would like the weakness you have used against us. The daggers. We know you have them because they are nowhere to be found." Kaylah finished.

Eyes turned to the hybrid, who was still somewhat shocked. He did have the daggers, he was quick to grab ahold of them when his siblings separated to think of Elijah's words. Truthfully, Klaus was happy that they had all stayed, and were willing to stand by him against those who were planning to kill him. Despite their flaws, he had missed his family when they weren't betraying him and each-other. He loved his family in his own way, otherwise he would have done what he said to Elijah, which was toss them in the sea. But, still paranoid, he felt that he should have had insurance just in case they turned against him. He never liked to stab them, but sometimes he had no choice. Now, they were standing and demanding proof of his words, and he had no answer.

"I agree." Rebekah piped up, closing her magazine.

Finn nodded, and so did Elijah. It was a reasonable request.

"Say I do hand them over. What do you plan to do with them? Who is to say you won't use them against each other during an argument?" Klaus asked, raising doubts between them.

"We thought of that and our answer is to hand them to Elijah. Despite his mistakes, Elijah is the only trustworthy Mikaelson during this time and we know that he would keep them...safe, if that is the right word. He wouldn't let them fall in the wrong hands. We trust his word over yours."

"The answer is no."

Elijah held out a hand as Klaus went to leave the room, silently ordering him to remain seated. "Niklaus. You have asked for their forgiveness and trust. We have each agreed to put the past behind us. Everything. This way, nobody will hold doubt to our devotion to this family. Hand over the daggers and you have earned some of that trust and in time, their forgiveness. This isn't just one sided. I'm sure that you still hold some resentment because we have each hurt one another, including yourself. Handing over the daggers will be a sign of your trust of us, too."

Elijah's words hit hard but they were true. Klaus was holding onto the daggers because he had a severe problem with trust and handing them over would be a big step for him. His paranoia and insecurities ruled him. Kol knew that. That was why he asked for the daggers. Not just for his own protection, but to test his hybrid brother. Silence fell upon them as Klaus thought carefully. It was down to him, he had control of the situation. His actions either broke or fixed the situation. He could hand over the daggers and gain his family or he could keep them and lose his family. Rebekah's eyes pooled with tears as she stared at her brother, the blonde the most sensitive of them all, quietly pleading with Klaus to agree. He sensed this and met her blue eyes, a stab in his chest as he watched a tear fall from her eyes.

He shifted uncomfortably. He never liked seeing Rebekah upset.

"Is your paranoia going to control you for all eternity, Nik?" Rebekah whispered, voice laced with hurt.

"Or maybe his need to control everything around him means more than his family. Words mean nothing unless you can put them to the test." Kol sneered, fists clenching.

"Can you blame me? You all aren't the most trusting of people, brother. How can you prove that once I hand them over, you all won't disappear? That all this was just a ruse to get your hands on the daggers?"

Kaylah smiled bitterly at her hybrid brother."Because unlike you, Nik, we know the definition of family. You give trust and loyalty, you'll gain it. But you can't do that, can you? You don't want to lose the power you have over us."

Klaus stared at his siblings, focusing on Rebekah for a moment before he suddenly disappeared. When he left the room, a gush of wind hitting them all, each sibling let out an irritated sigh. Elijah stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on top of Rebekah's, hushing her while Finn cursed his brother. Kol and Kaylah turned to one another, his twin whispering to him so low that the rest couldn't hear. The two hadn't expected Klaus to agree, they knew that he would never give up power, it wasn't inside of him.

Kol cleared his throat, demanding attention from his family."Well, on that note, Kaylah and myself should get going. We have made plans."

"We're curious as to what New York looks like now and how the people taste." Kaylah added.

Grinning at her, grabbed ahold of Kaylah's hand, guiding her towards the exit but Elijah stepped in front of them."You cannot just give up, Kol."

"Why not? We were willing to stay on one condition. He had to prove that he meant his words, and he didn't. If he couldn't keep his promise, why the bloody hell should we keep ours? He can't just expect a family whenever he wants, it doesn't work that way, you have to give to take. It isn't just us two, Elijah, it's each one of us he's failed. I suggest that you leave this town, too. Stay if you must, but we aren't going to stand and wait around until he becomes bored of us."

The twins stared defiantly at their elder brother before Elijah, reluctantly, gave in and stepped aside, knowing that their words were true. He couldn't force them to stay, they had willingly put aside their resentment towards Klays and attempted to make peace. Something like that was rare for the twins, and they wanted to leave before Klaus had the chance to stop them. They would protect themselves and eachother before anyone else, that was their first rule. Their request had been fair, and he knew that it was Klaus' fault for them not staying. The the daggers were a sign that their hybrid brother meant what he had said earlier. Sure that they weren't going to stop them, the two past Elijah.

"We'll have to compel ourselves a driver, sweet. According to 'Bekah transport has changed."

The began to make their way out of the room but stopped when, all of a sudden, Klaus appeared in front of them.

"New York is still the same, just much more...predictable. This town, on the other hand, is never dull. You'll like it here, when the locals aren't trying to kill you, that is."

Each sibling stayed silent as Klaus revealed what he was holding behind his back. Five daggers were in his hands, and their eyes widened. Instinctively, the twins took a step back, Kol's arm in front of his sister somewhat protectively but Kaylah pulled her brother back, flashing in front of her twin. Elijah took a step forward, ready to fight, Rebekah standing behind him while Finn joined his brother. But moments passed, and Klaus didn't make a move, but his face dropped when his family looked at the daggers, as if they were expecting him to drive them through their hearts.

It hurt.

"I meant what I said. I want you all here, and you're right, I was keeping them just in case. But, i'm not Mikael, i'm not going to use a weakness against you...not anymore. So to show that I meant what I have said, to gain some of your trust, these are yours."

Somewhat hesitantly, his hand slightly shaking, proving how hard it was for him. Then, Klaus, after releasing a long sigh, held out his hand to Elijah, the daggers held tight. Words couldn't describe how difficult this was for him, he was handing over power, he was also handing them his trust. Something that he struggled with, something that had gotten mixed with his paranoia. He loved his family, he yearned to have them with him, but was terrified that they would one day, leave him.

Alone.

Elijah's eyes softened, relief on his face as he slowly took the daggers from Klaus' grip. His brother had taken a big step, and he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed, something that was rare for the elder Original. It was happening, after one thousand years of longing, his family was finally beginning to become one once more. Klaus swallowed, emotion in his eyes as he looked at his siblings, lingering on a smiling Rebekah. His blonde sister, eyes glassed over sped over to her brother and embraced him. He was still, not knowing how to react before he finally kissed her temple. Rebekah was the only person who was allowed to at least show him this type of affection.

"Thank you, Niklaus. You have earned trust with this action." Elijah stated, placing the daggers inside his suit jacket as he thought of what to do with them.

"Don't make me regret this." He whispered.

He nodded before backing away, leaving them to think about what he had just done.


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Also, i've been thinking about writing these two into The Originals, but i'm not sure how i would go about it or if anyone would read it. It's just a thought i had when watching the new episode. I would probably set it after Kol's death and after he was brought back by Esther, go in search for his twin, or maybe not have him die because that was horrible for me, and have them join Klaus in the fight to re-claim New Orleans. Like i said, i'm torn. Please feel free to leave your thoughts if you would like to read something like that, because i'm not sure what type of reaction it would get.

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