Day Seven
Prompt: Santa Klaus. Enough said.
Dedicated: This chapter is dedicated to Klarogasms. She inspired me to write this chapter. I'm not sure if she's the one who first noticed it, but I need an idea, please leave me a prompts, to write about. Thanks! The oneshots will get longer when UIL is over on Monday.
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December first was one of the worst days of the year for Klaus. Every year on December first all of his siblings, i.e. Rebekah, Kol, Elijah, Finn, the whole shebang decided to fly to New Orleans for the holidays. They stayed from the first of December to the first of February. Why the hell they find it necessary to stay that long was a mystery to him?
He wakes on the twenty-fourth of December to hear his sister, Rebekah, and girlfriend, Caroline, singing along to Christmas carols. He was always amazed at how well Caroline and Rebekah got along together. Rebekah, to his dismay, never had friends of the female gender. She was three to about five her best friend was Kol Mikealson. From the time Rebekah was five to six it him. Then she started making friends at school. She met Stefan. They were best friends, they still talk often, from the small age of six to now. Rebekah had a lot of guys friends, presumably for her looks, over the years. None of her friendships lasting over two months. Her track record with friends was hell on paper.
"Morning, Nik," Rebekah calls out in a jolly voice with a Christmas themed apron wrapped around the neck and tied in a pretty bow on her back. Rebekah's loved Christmas since before she was born. Ester, their sorry excuse of a mother, always made a big deal of Christmas before she went running for the hills. She used to decorate the mansion from head to toe. They'd do the tree together. Rebekah placing the star on the top the tree til Klaus merry age of eight. Rebekah joyous five. Kol the happy age of six. Elijah and Finn the jolly nine. Mom left. Dad killed himself. They all went into the system.
"Forever and always." They lived and breathed this pact. When Rebekah was six, she was adopted by a decent family. They all said goodbye heartbroken, devastated. The next day, Rebekah ran away back to her brothers. From then, they all ran away together. Getting help from whoever and whenever they could. At the ripe age of fourteen, Elijah and Finn managed two jobs each. When Nik was old enough he quickly joined. Kol and Rebekah right after. They took care of each other when their pathetic accuse of a father and mother wouldn't.
"Bekah and I are making Christmas cookies," Caroline says mimicking Rebekah's cheerful. She, also, had a similar style and apron as his sister. They both loved the holiday season. Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years are scared to the blondes.
They both started singing to 'Santa's Coming to Town.' Rebekah and Caroline laugh. Both mentally replacing the Claus with Klaus.
"Nik," Rebekah teases, "how do you feel having a song written about you keeping track of the naughty and nice list? I'm so jealous." Rebekah laughs. Klaus takes a deep breath. He tries his best not to murder his sister before the holidays. He feels the death of her sister would definitely put a damper on the holiday spirit.
"He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake. He knows when you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake." Rebekah shivers. "This Santa Klaus guy seems like a crazy ass stalker, Care. I don't know if you should be with this bloody stalker."