Its probably Christmas Eve for everyone on the other side of the world, so Merry Christmas in advance! Also, I accidentally deleted the third chapter while uploading the previous chapter, so well, I had to delete everything from the fourth chapter onwards and repost them. Anyways, enough rambling, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!


Chapter 8: How The Mikaelson Brothers Stole Christmas

After staying a few days at Shane's lab (or basement) without hope of rescue, Christmas was here. Not that any of the Mikaelsons even wanted to celebrate, even if they were back to their original form. Elijah, Rebekah and Klaus were sleeping soundly on the sofa with blankets before an obnoxious sound rang out.

The screams of the air horn jolted Rebekah so much she bounced and hit the ceiling, bits of plaster raining down on her. Klaus was terrified, and quickly jolted into an alert form. Elijah however, grunted in protest and took Rebekah's pillows and blankets to shield away the sound.

"WAKE UP IDIOTSSS! IT'SSS CHRISSTMASSS!" Kol shouted into the loudspeaker he was holding.

"Kol, I'm sure there's a less obnoxious way to wake us up," Klaus scolded, wiping his face with his paw.

"But I wassss never one to take the lesssss obnoxiousss way, no?"

Kol then sat himself in front of his siblings, staring at them with wide eyes expectantly, as if waiting for them to do something. There was intense staring amongst the three siblings for a few minutes, before Rebekah was exasperated.

"Ok, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT! Stop eyeing us like that!" Rebekah snapped, tried to shoo him away.

Kol looked at them like they didn't know the simplest answer in the world, staring at them with the 'duh' expression, pointing to the calendar on the wall. Klaus just shook his head, mumbling curse words.

"Itsss Chrissstmass. There'ssss gotta be pressssentss right?" Kol tried, battering his eyelashes.

"Do we look like we have presents? Oh wait, you want a present? How about a kick in the face?' Rebekah taunted, balancing on her tail and aiming her legs at the snake's head.

"You woke us up just for this? For the first time ever, I feel like Elijah's the mightiest genius in the world for not waking up," Klaus shouted, glaring at his younger brother.

Kol was shocked by the lack of Christmas spirit, mouth wide in amazement. he suddenly became outraged.

"FINE! I CAN CELEBRATE HANUKKAH TOO!" Kol screamed, before slithering away in frustration.

The wolf scoffed, before snatching away his pillow and blanket, making himself comfortable on the sofa, turning away from his sister and trying to sleep. Klaus, seeing that Elijah had taken Rebekah's pillow to act as a earmuff, sat on the other side of the sofa, staring at his penguin brother, swaddled up in blankets and sound asleep. He smiled sadly, reminiscing the last time they had spent Christmas as a family.

CHRISTMS EVE, NEW YORK, 2002

It was a quiet day in the Mikaelson Estate in New York. The siblings didn't feel like they were in celebratory mood, and so they didn't bother putting up decorations, nor did they bother with eggnog and candy canes, or spending a nice dinner together. So, afraid that her family would go hungry, Rebekah decided to order Chinese takeout.

"Kol, when the delivery girl comes, remember to give her this fifty and take the takeout. Also, avoid trying to hit on her, or eat her, you understand?" Rebekah instructed, waving the fifty in her hands.

Kol shook his head, grinning, joining Klaus who was flipping the TV channels to look for something interesting to watch. Elijah sighed, seating next to his brothers and staring blankly at the TV. Rebekah rolled her eyes and went up her room, perhaps reading her gossip magazines again.

Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang and Kol went to answer it looking expectantly at the delivery girl who was holding out a set of Chinese takeouts.

"Hi! Takeout delivery! That would be 25 dollars! Thank you!" the girl said, receiving the fifty, giving the set of Chinese takeouts and walking away.

"Hey! What are you doing with my other 25 dollars?" Kol demanded, waving his hands.

"Sorry, sir. I thought it was a tip." the girl apologised sheepishly, giving him the change.

Elijah and Klaus stared at her like she had made an unforgivable mistake. Elijah sunk his head to a pillow, saying prayers, and Klaus just stared at her blankly.

"Kol giving a tip? Someone call BBC!" Elijah mumbled, raising his head from the pillow.

The girl just gave an awkward smile, before trying to run off, not wanting to see this family ever again (I don't blame her).

"Hey! Don't you want your tip?" Kol asked, with a devious glint in his eyes, despite trying to give an overall innocent smile.

Elijah and Klaus hugged each other, staring at the interaction, anticipating her demise, like a horror movie. This is it. Her eternal demise. Klaus thought, gripping his older brother's shoulders tightly. The girl looked exasperatedly at the second youngest Mikaelson.

"Get a real job," Kol mouthed, before giving a evil smile, and slamming the door forcefully.

Kol laughed like a maniac before dropping the set on the dining table like he didn't care. Klaus' grip loosened, before going forward to get a box of takeout. Elijah looked disapprovingly at his youngest brother, shaking his head and folding his arms.

"I do not approve of the actions that you did just now. They were downright humiliating." Elijah scolded, slapping his brother's head.

"Since when did you even approve anything, brother? And doesn't everything I do involve something humiliating? HAHAHA!" Kol sneered, taking his box of takeout.

Elijah shook his head with disapproval, before joining Kol and Klaus in their effort to find something watchable.

At last, they came to the last channel, which showed a children's holiday classic, How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Klaus eyed Elijah, who was holding the remote, and staring intently at the screen. Kol gave a suspicious look at his older brother, who seemed to be interested with the show.

"This show is more interesting than I even care to admit." Elijah stated, staring at the screen with newfound focus.

"You gotta be kidding me, Elijah. I'm not going to watch this stalk of talking hay speak for an hour and half about his near-impossible wish." Klaus scoffed, looking at the screen.

"It IS a stalk of talking hay! For the first time, Nik, you're not totally insane!" Kol observed, staring at the screen.

They're hanging their stockings...

Klaus looked at the Grinch (or talking stalk of hay) with disdain, at the lack of preparation he had for his plan. In Klaus' eyes, he was practically a lousy villain, critiqued by the ungodly Klaus Mikaelson! He should be honoured!

I must stop Christmas from coming!

But how?

Then the he got an idea.

The Grinch got a wonderful, awful idea.

"The amount of poetry in this movie can rival Elijah's personal debates with himself,' Klaus said, impressed, looking at the Grinch. The three brothers stared at the TV screen with newfound interest. Then, the Grinch on TV gave a Kol like grin, which the respective brother appreciated very much. He smiled and finally approved this movie.

"His evil grin is worthy of applause. I say an 8," Kol judged, staring at the TV screen.

Klaus then bounced up from his seat, with a brilliant idea in his head. He hooted with joy, hands up high.

"I have a brilliant idea! How about we steal Christmas! Make everyone's day worse, and have the best Christmas ever tomorrow? You know, because I haven't done any dastardly deeds in a long time now," Klaus hooted, staring at his siblings.

"Well, do we give the present's back?' Elijah asked, as this conflicted with his moral values.

"We'll pay them in cash," Klaus suggested, running to get the Santa costumes.

"Well, there better be some gold, 'cause I'm all in!" Kol blared excitedly.

30 MINUTES LATER...

The Mikaelson Brothers were ready, donning their Santa costumes, potato sacks slung on their backs. Thought the brothers didn't approve of the colour red for such an occasion, they were ready to go on a robbing spree, and to make Elijah more secure about this, they made him in charge of the money.

"Damn! This Santa guy's really barrel sized. I feel like the costume's too loose, even if I had the belt at the first hole,' Kol complained, trying to get used to the suit.

"I have become Santa Klaus. Oh, the wonders it will do to my reputation," Klaus laughed, going out of the door.

First up, was the Morgan Household. Klaus never particularly liked them, for their son had looked much too similar to him, and he was selfish and narcissistic about his looks- he didn't want to share similarities to someone else.

"I never particularly liked this family, to be honest," Klaus admitted, as he broke the lock.

Elijah rolled his eyes, knowing the reason, and Kol scoffed, not believing the security of this house. However, nothing prepared them for the shock they were having.

The huge Christmas tree was on display, intertwined with shining Christmas LED lights, and boxes of all shapes and sizes underneath the tree. It was close to midnight, and everyone was asleep. or at least Kol compelled them to. Klaus grinned evily, taking all of the boxes (and some candy canes from the tree), stuffing it in the sack. Kol raided the fridge, placing cakes and all sorts of tidbits inside.

"Goin' round your neighbourhood, stealin' all your stuff..." Klaus sang silently.

"I'm gonna make it rain with your silly Christmas cards, and I'll unwrap all your gifts..." Kol sang, stealing the turkey.

"OOH! Twinkies! Exquisite." Kol approved, stuffing everything in his sack. Elijah just sat down on the sofa, watching his brothers whirlwind the entire household till there was almost nothing left. Finally, his job came and he splashed a dozen thousand bills on the dining table.

And that was the routine, for every single house in the neighbourhood. Elijah felt more and more guilty as they robbed more houses for all it was worth.

A FEW HOURS LATER...

"The last house of the night, Elijah! You can go commit moral suicide after this!" Klaus laughed, setting down four bags worth of goodies. Elijah sighed, looking at the last dozen of notes in his pocket. Why had I agreed to this?! Elijah regretted, staring dismally at the sacks of goodies. Kol and Klaus practically bounced in excitement as they broke the lock on the door, but was disappointed with what they saw.

There were no millions of gifts on the floor, no turkey, no nothing.

When the three brothers looked around, there was one small, lonely tree with a few lights. It was so small it could be considered a medium sized bonsai. The three brothers were affected by such a small Christmas tree.

"Oh my God! Three Santas in my house!" a tiny girl said, jumping out from the sofa.

The brothers widened their eyes in surprise, no expecting to get caught. Elijah gave both his brothers a warning look, telling them not to hurt her in any way.

"My sister said that you guys weren't coming this year. But I knew you would come!" the girl went on excitedly.

Klaus found this slightly disturbing, messing with children's minds like that. He knelt down and stared into her eyes, searching reason.

"Why? Why didn't you think we would come?" Klaus asked, searching the young girl's eyes.

"Well, my sister said that we were too poor for Santa to come, but she promised that he will come next year. My mom's gone somewhere else. And my dad's in jail, so..."

Elijah furrowed his eyebrows, observing his brother as he attempted to connect with the girl. Kol gave her a pitying look, staring at her intently. Then, the girl opened her locket, and there was a picture of her sister and her father. A realisation struck his mind! The Chinese takeout delivery girl was the girl in the locket! Kol felt incredibly guilty, hanging his head in shame. Elijah gave him a knowing look.

"I understand. I understand the feeling of not having a... proper father taking care of you," Klaus empathised, patting the girl's head, and giving a sad smile.

Kol gave him a knowing look, grabbing his brother's shoulders, telling him that they should go.

Klaus nodded, understanding and stood up, facing the young girl.

"Well, we have to go. You know, we have Santa things to do. Reindeer to feed, milk to drink, taking care of Ms. Claus. So, we have to go," Kol explained, walking out of the door, accompanied with his brothers.

When the three brothers placed the sacks of presents and food on their table, they looked dismally guilty. Elijah gave them a knowing look before going upstairs to got to sleep.

"The guilty gene is getting a hold of me. What's your affliction?" Kol admitted, unpacking the sacks.

"Kindred spirit syndrome. What's the cure, doc?" Klaus asked, staring at their bounty.

"You know what? Let's do this girl a little justice. Get her dad out and give all these presents to her," Kol suggested, packing back the gifts.

Klaus sped to the local jail, searching for the girl's dad and Kol heaved all of the presents, and stole some guy's Christmas tree. He meticulously arranged everything so it looked perfect. Klaus had a hard time bypassing the prison security, but nonetheless got her father out, telling him to keep quiet.

A little touch to the Christmas tree... one present here. And done! Kol thought, dusting his hands.

THE NEXT MORNING...

The girl woke up in her sister's bed, unaware that 'Santa' had put her there. She widens her eyes, slowly realizing that it is Christmas, she quickly waked up her sister.

"HURRY UP! ITS CHRISTMAS!" the girl shouted, pulling her sister's hand.

The older sister followed her, and was shocked by the sight she saw in the living room. Presents everywhere, as well as a really big Christmas tree, complete with ribbons and LED lights.

"Your presentation was artistically horrible, Kol..." Klaus argued, slapping his brother's head.

But when they saw the two sisters, they stopped arguing and stood dignified and straight.

"You... You did all this?!" the older sister asked, taking in the sights.

"WE. We did all of this. And, we have a special guest!" Klaus shouted, opening the door with a grand gesture.

The girls immediately stopped taking the sights and rushed to their father. Klaus watched happily, and Kol was sniffing in a handkerchief.

"Its... Its TOO much!" Kol complained, sniffing and sobbing even more.

"Thank you. Thank you for making this the most wonderful Christmas ever!" the older sister thanked.

Further away, in the Mikaelson Estate, Elijah sat on his armchair, hearing everything. He smiled, seeing the redemption in both of them. Elijah started musing to himself...

It was not about the candy canes,

Nor was it about the egg nog,

However, Klaus and Kol found a gift

That could not be bought in a store.

They have found the spirit of family,

And that meant so much more.


I really hope you guys like this Christmas special. Feel free to drop in a review or a suggestion! :D Merry Christmas to you, reader. I hope you get everything you wish for, and God bless us all. Good day!