JUST TO CLARIFY. In this fic, Kol never tried to kill Rebekah with the white-oak-stake. And she didn't know that he got killed before going on the trip to find the cure with the mystic falls crew.

Music

Drown by Silje Nes [Rebekah/Klaus]

Bloom by Pascal Pinon [Klaus/Hayley Marshall]

Gold In the Air of Summer by Kings of Convenience [Kol/Hayley]

"That bloody, doppelgänger, bitch!" Rebekah screamed into the phone.

"Which one are we speaking of, now?" Klaus sighed. He didn't really know why he she felt the need to call him. Her obsession with becoming human made her an imbecile in his eyes. And she was well aware of his harsh opinion.

"Katherine! Katherine Pierce has the cure, Nik!" But Klaus wasn't paying attention. He couldn't care less about the cure; he never cared. There was no response for his sister. "Are you even listening, Niklaus? I went through all of this trouble for absolutely nothing!"

Klaus couldn't listen to her. He snapped. "My foolish, foolish sister. Had it ever occurred to you that it was strange how quickly Jeremy Gilbert had obtained the completed map?" Rebekah was quiet. "Oh, don't tell me they conveniently left that part out when allowing you to join them on this pitiful quest?"

Rebekah's anger vanished. "What are you talking about?" She didn't feel the need to share that Jeremy was now dead, thanks to Katherine.

"You claim I am the selfish one. But while you were looking for the cure, your temporary alliance were keeping quite a secret!" Klaus was mocking her now; with a condescending tone she hated so much.

"Nik, stop it!" She begged. Somehow, a part of her knew what was coming. Maybe she had that felt something was off. Or perhaps she had caught certain looks Stefan and Damon had given her. Stefan's amplified compassion showed guilt the others did not feel. While Damon felt responsibility over the death of another vampire that was not Kol.

"Kol is dead, Rebekah." Klaus didn't yell it. The statement was even and harsh, hoping it would hurt her more that way.

"You're lying!" She pleaded.

"I hope it was worth it, dear sister. I hope you're glad you abandoned our family for your own selfish gain." He spat. It was ironic for him to make such accusations with their family history. But he knew she would not argue with it, for she was far too guilty. "You don't deserve the happiness you would have received." His voice turned into a growl. "However, it doesn't seem to matter. You claim the cure is gone. It will never be yours."

"Elijah…" Rebekah spoke softly.

"I doubt we will see the likes of him in this century."

"So she-she's…" She stuttered.

"DEAD." He finished bleakly. Before she could ask any more questions, Klaus hung up the phone. He didn't wish to hear the blubbering.

The cell phone started ringing once again. "Please share your pathetic mourning with someone who cares, Rebekah. Perhaps the over-compassionate Stefan." He snapped without looking at the screen.

"Calm down, hybrid." A female voice answered melodramatically.

Klaus glanced at his screen and realized it wasn't his sister. He paused a moment, trying to recognize the voice that seemed so familiar. "Well if it isn't the wolf-girl that betrayed Tyler Lockwood." She had the same name as her. But Klaus had rarely used it and never in her presence. She didn't do the name justice.

"Will you meet me?" Now Hayley didn't sound as lax.

"What's in it for me, sweetheart?" Klaus didn't have to play up his bored tone.

"Look, I messed up. I made a stupid deal with Katherine Pierce and now she's after me. I have information about her that I'm sure you want…all I ask for in return is protection from her."

Klaus tensed at the mentioning of the doppelgänger. They just never went away, especially when he wasn't trying to hunt one of them down. "Why would I care about Katherine?" He pretended to be completely uninterested in her offer.

"Because she's the one that got away. And not in that cheesy romantic way…but the whole should-have-been-murdered kind of way."

He thought for a moment. The thing he needed to do right now was to kill something…no, someone. But that was easy. He desired a challenge that would mean more, make him feel more than just an innocent from the streets. He wanted Katherine Pierce to distract the pain he couldn't ignore.

Hayley ate and remained completely oblivious to Klaus' staring. She had no manners, using the wrong forks for the wrong foods and slurping from a glass that cost more than her life. Klaus focused on her bad posture and how she sat with a foot propped on the dining chair made of fine wood. She was the type of person who thought she was above him because she didn't put any effort in a finer lifestyle. Nothing about Hayley was reminiscent of her, the original Hayley. She was nowhere near as smart. While they were both reckless and rebellious, Elijah's Hayley had a point to her attitude and her intellect didn't make her seem like an angry teenager. But there was something Klaus couldn't put his finger on. It was something that, in the strangest way, reminded him of her. But it wasn't enough for him to respect her in the same he had Hayley Raymond.

Klaus realized he had never thought about Hayley this much while she was alive. And he felt guilt that her death haunted him more than Kol's. But Hayley had made an irreplaceable spot for herself in the Original family that no one had noticed until it was empty. If she were still alive, there could have been decades when he didn't see either her or Elijah. But the entire Original family knew that she wouldn't have allowed more than a few months, tops a year, to go without any of them seeing each other. While both her and them came from a broken family, she seemed to know how to fix it while they only knew how to break it further. Maybe it was because she knew exactly how to fix her own family, but her parents just didn't love her or care enough to even notice it was ruined.

"You're judgmental looks just never stop, do they?" Hayley brought Klaus out of his thoughts with that sideways smirk she thought was so defiant.

"Yes, well, I'm not used to dining with ravenous wolves." His eyes darkened with the insult. "I've given you shelter, food, and rest. Now tell me about Katarina."

"You just can't wait for me to leave…or maybe you just can't wait to kill me." She thought she was so clever. But really she thought her pointing out the possibility would stop it from happening.

"Where is Katarina?"

"You seriously think I know?"

Klaus remained unfazed. "You tipped her off on what we were up to and set her on the course to find the cure. In return, she sent her lackey to snuff you out." The words came out quick and even, as if he were reciting a report. He stated it all obviously so she would understand that he was much better at this game than she could ever dream. "Tell me. What did Katarina promise you?" He seemed to have hit a button; for Hayley's smug face was gone. She put down her glass.

"I was in New Orleans, trying to find new information about my real parents. Katherine found me and told me she could help." Hayley shared it slowly, hoping he would believe what she was saying because it actually was the truth.

But Klaus was still caught on "real parents". That was it: the thing that reminded him of Elijah's Hayley. The wolf had been abandoned just like him and Hayley. However, he kept his composure unfazed. "An orphan?" He asked amused. "Well, that does explain your charming personality. Abandonment issues will do it every time!" He mocked her so-called tough exterior.

"Sounds like you would know." She shot right back.

He leaned forward, catching her heart jump a little at such a small and innocent movement for anyone else. "You should know that your little independent and cavalier act is meaningless to me. I can smell your fear, hear your heartbeat quicken, and read the uneasiness in your eyes. So tell me what I want to know… because you know there is no place safer, nor more dangerous, than here with me."

Klaus was getting a little tired of killing time with the little wolf. She was a typical woman of this generation, taking all her food and alcohol and yet still acting like she was some kind of superior. However, he couldn't help but stiffen when she started walking into the foyer where all of his paintings rested. Her opinion meant nothing to him. Yet, he felt exposed when people observed his work.

"Hate that." She muttered casually as she began flicking through the paintings. "Too much…I don't get that."

Klaus made a gesture to show he was about to interrupt but she couldn't see it as she continued throwing pieces of art around. "Hmm, I don't care." She continued, shuffling through canvases. There was a pile of something in the corner that was covered with a tarp. Hayley paused and noticed it in the corner of her eye. The secrecy of it was alluring to her. She took a step toward the pile; curious as to what lay underneath it.

"Not that pile." Klaus stated. It wasn't rushed or panicked. His words were a firm warning. He might have well said, If you touch that, I'll rip off your arm.

Hayley turned and looked at him curiously. "What, suddenly shy?"

"Never." He smirked roguishly. "But it is not my work and it is quite valuable to me. I would rather not have your dirty little paws all over it."

She huffed as if she were insulted by his implications. "You're being overly protective…steal them from a fancy museum or something?" Then her eyes brightened. "Does it cost millions?" She smiled.

He crossed his arms, clearly not amused by her teasing. "The work is priceless." The way he said it made it clear that the subject was over. Hayley shrugged her shoulders, remembering the warning he gave her earlier in the night. Another painting caught her attention.

"Huh! This one…doesn't make me wanna puke." She held it up slightly so he could see what one she was talking about. It had the sky at dawn, dark purple and muted pink. Amongst the sky was the silhouette of a man between dead trees. It was sad and obviously a work made from loneliness.

Klaus finally smiled at her. It was strange how she was so good at hiding the fear of him. She was tough; he'd give her that. But she just reminded him of the other Hayley, but it only made him resent her death even more.

"Why'd you paint it?" Hayley pushed.

"Painting is a metaphor for control. Every choice is mine: the canvas, the colors. As a child, I had neither a sense of the world, nor my place in it. But art taught me one's vision could be achieved with sheer force of will. The same is true of life…provided one refuses to allow anything to stand in one's way."

Hayley laughed a little at that. And suddenly Klaus was wondering why he was telling her all of this. He'd admit that she was pretty. But not the prettiest of the women his eyes had fallen on during his immortality.

Hayley stepped around him. "So this is your thing?" Her voice was husky. "Show a girl a few mediocre paintings, whine about your childhood, and I swoon and spill all of my dirty secrets?" She took another sip of alcohol.

Klaus remained unfazed. "I felt I had many charms. But ah, regardless, I am enjoying myself."

"And you do whatever you enjoy." She accused. Precipitously, Klaus realized this was some sort of foreplay for the young wolf. He narrowed his eyes at it.

Klaus took a step closer to her. She froze, only a millisecond, before regaining her composure. It looked at if he was going to kiss her. His lips were just barely staying away from hers. "It's quite funny: the similarities. But how disappointingly short fallen they end up being. I wonder what my brother's reaction would be to them." The way he whispered made it sound like a threat. But visibly it was just some sort of twisted observation. Hayley held her breathe. She was completely clueless as to what he spoke of: mistaking the comparison between her and Katherine.

Before she could ask any questions and truly figure out what he meant, Klaus' cell phone rang. He walked away to answer it and listened intently. The conversation only lasted a few seconds before his attention returned to Hayley. "My sister informs me that your vampire assailant is dead. So you're safe and free to go. Or stay." He surprised himself by saying.

"I could be persuaded to stay. Enjoy some of the good life. And maybe I could drum up some of Katherine's secrets and you can do something for me." She was pushing it too hard. Klaus didn't bend easily.

"Oh, I'm sorry love." He said, but really he wasn't sorry at all. "But you'll never convince me to let Tyler go free." It was still confusing that this subject was still going on. Didn't they understand that by going back on his promise to slaughter him, he would be sullying his very reputation?

Hayley hid her disappointment well enough. "Well, then I guess I'll never get my chance with Tyler any more than you'll get a shot with Caroline. " The move was well played. It caused Klaus to smirk at her. He had to appreciate her efforts and methods, even though they were so transparent to him. He sighed and turned around, confused as to why she was amusing him so much.

"Do you want to know why I liked that painting?" She surprised him by changing the subject so drastically.

Klaus turned around. "Well, perhaps it was because it allowed you to see into my deep, wounded soul. " The air suddenly changed as Hayley placed her glass down onto the table. She took in a deep breath as if what she was about to say was very important.

"I saw how twisted it really is. And maybe I can relate." Her eyes were seductive. Klaus didn't know if this was her last sad attempt to get Tyler free or if she was just lonely. Either way, he was starting to no longer care. He could use her much more easily than she could use him.

"So what's it going to be, going or staying?"

"You like to be in control. You tell me."

The two of them believed to be alone. But there were people watching them. They couldn't see them because they weren't actually there, in the same world. "If he sleeps with her, I will literally throw up." Hayley said to Kol.

"I know my brother and he is not letting her go anywhere." Kol sneered.

Hayley looked at him disgusted. "Oh my god. You are actually enjoying this. It's like you're watching live porn!" She hit him and he pretended to wince. But they couldn't feel anything anymore. Just as she hit him, Klaus grabbed the were-wolf that had stolen her name.

Kol started laughing at how well he had predicted the situation. "One: never underestimate a man's lust. Two: porn is this century's creation for those that are not man enough to find the reality."

Hayley shook her head, refusing to either agree or disagree with either of his statements. She got up from her seat on the couch. It didn't move because, in reality, she hadn't really been there at all.

"Where are you going?" Kol asked through a smile. He was better at pretending that he was okay with this life they now led. She wondered if he acted so well for her benefit or his own.

"I know it's strange that I don't want to watch your brother having sex with a tramp that stole my name." She said with dark humor.

Then she looked up to see Kol's smile falter. "Have you found him yet?"

Hayley didn't look him in the eye when she shook her head. "I don't want to."

"You can't avoid it forever." Kol urged.

She started walking away. "Maybe I can." And then Hayley was outside of the Mikaelson mansion. She liked to walk in the forests. It's usually where she wandered when Kol went to find Avery. It was easier for him; he knew where she was. Being on this side was somewhat magical as in they could go anywhere they wanted with the blink of an eye. But they couldn't find people unless they knew where they were. And Hayley had made two rules for herself: Don't go back to Chicago to see her sister and don't find Elijah.

Kol didn't approve of either of these rules and he made it very clear. He said he would drag her to Elijah if he had. "Nothing good is going to come from it!" She remembered shouting at him. "I don't want to see it." And by 'it', she meant the ways Elijah was dealing with her death. That statement made Kol stop pushing it, for now.

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