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4x01

He squeezed his eyes shut against the sudden, unannounced flicker of lights and the heavy footsteps, in an attempt to block out everything. But it seemed his life was a conglomeration of failed attempts as of late.

"You bloody bastard, Nik. You sneaky son of a bitch!" Kol exclaimed in frustration.

"Niklaus." Elijah's greeting was more formal and they settled into silence, Kol falling into the arm chair by the couch Klaus was occupying. And then, "Where's Rebekah?"

"You left me!"

"I only had time to save one of you and you can't be killed. Rest assured, I had a worse day than you," Klaus said, pausing so he could turn and look at his little sister with raised eyebrows, his lips in a tight line to keep the 'I didn't know you had been taken as well,' shamefully, unspoken. But, he hadn't known and that was the truth of it. Surely Rebekah understood. She trusted him, didn't she? She always had.

Klaus wouldn't answer his older brother. He couldn't and he didn't know how, to be honest. He had fucked up, hadn't he? Maybe, just maybe, he had taken things too far with Rebekah. No, his subconscious growled at him. Damn her. She had ruined everything, his entire life's work had, quite literally, blown to pieces in front of his face, by her hands.

"You don't know anything about family."

"I know how easily they can be silenced with a dagger." There, that threat should shut her up. Did she not understand how much tolerance he was exercising? She killed his doppelganger, after all and even if Elena Gilbert was still 'alive' her blood had been rendered useless.

But, of course, Rebekah took no heed to his warning. It all happened nearly too fast for him to register; Rebekah's small hand reaching out and grabbing one of his last blood bags. And then the popping sound as it hit the boxes stacked against the opposite wall.

"NO!"

Where was the bloody dagger when he needed it? And as if things couldn't get worse, by the time he turned around, she had the other two in her hands.

"Niklaus? Where is our sister?"

He ignored the question once again and childishly rolled to his side, his back now facing his brothers. Klaus couldn't deal with this right now, not with everything he had worked for gone, the one person he had cared about above all else lying alone on a floor several hundred miles away.

"I mourned you! My heart broke thinking I'd never see you again."

"Put the blood down, Rebekah. There's a good girl."

"It's always been me! Not Finn. Not Elijah. Not Kol. Me! I loved you through everything and you didn't even care."

"DROP IT!"

But she didn't listen. When did she ever? And the next thing he knew, the last of Elena's human blood, the last Petrova doppelganger, was squirting through Rebekah's hands. He rushed at her as she threw the now empty bags to the floor in disgust. Klaus lifted her off her feet, his large hands encircling her throat.

"You know something, Rebekah? You're right. I don't care." And he didn't. He couldn't care about someone who claimed to love him through everything but had destroyed the one thing his life had revolved around for the past five hundred years when all he had ever done was attempt to break his damned curse and build an army to keep his family safe.

"From this moment on, you're not my family."

She squirmed a little in his grasp, trying to break his iron grip on her throat at his words. He peered at her down his nose and began to twist his hands.

"You are not my sister."

She stilled, her eyes widening and Klaus had to force himself to breathe so he could finish.

"You. Are. Nothing," he growled, the words resonating low in his throat.

And then he snapped her neck and dropped her, his baby sister, unceremoniously to the ground and stalked away as fast as he could.

He had to get out.

A tear fell to his cheek and down into the fabric of Elijah's couch and he didn't know why.

He had lost it all; his blood, his control, his sister. All of it…gone, just like that. And he didn't know what hurt more. He cursed his impulsive nature. He cursed this infernal, contorted curse that had been placed upon him. He cursed Rebekah for betraying him.

But most of all, he cursed himself for not knowing what to do or how to deal with it.

A/N: So...this is a few days removed lol. I really don't like this as much as I love chapter 1 and Rebekah's thoughts. This one feels really scattered but that's how I imagine Klaus feeling. I almost didn't post it but I felt obligated to but to counter act the intense emotions, I have a new drabble for 'Wrapped Around Her Little Finger' in the works so we get some warm/fuzzy Klabekah...we all need more of that in our lives lol;) So, I hope you enjoy! Review if you have a second:)