Chapter 9 - The remaining choice
It was not often that he felt as awkward as he did at the moment he watched Constantine fumble and jumble over unsuspecting girl. After he came with Elijah here he was at the end of his strength so all he could do was slump back into an uncomfortable couch and wait for the haze of tiredness to fade.
During it he had to endure hours of Constantine being a hurricane of energy and emotion as he tended to the girl, and then after he finished checking she was alright he sent her back home or to her relatives here in America. Whatever, it is not like he cared.
He did however care that he had to endure Constantine being the brooding self after that and it just brought another wave of nausea as he tried not to roll his eyes for the hundredth time. At least he gave him a drink and a cigarette and he didn't want to think too much on how they were mirroring each other by slumping on the opposite sides lost in thought. Him, over losing his status as being something more and returning to being a pitiful human and Constantine over how he's all alone or whatever.
He pointed at Constantine, his words a bit slurred from the alcohol but he managed to keep upright.
"What do you have to be cross about, Constantine? I was a supernatural God and now I'm this."
He motioned at himself in irritation.
"It is obviously I who should be moping about being a good for nothing human. Here's your freedom Niklaus, but you'd be living like a dog." he said waving the hand his drink spilling over slightly as he added, "All of them just enjoy slumping in my misery."
Constantine only laughed and turned to the side as he felt a cough from too much smoking and drinking coming on.
"You are human, what better way to live out your choices. At least you have someone in your corner. Me- nobody wants to do what I do and now it is just idiotic."
After a moment of contemplation Klaus said, "Sure, a thousand year old man with no particular social skills or knowledge on anything about how to succeed and you think you have it bad."
Constantine only looked at him and said, "You know what, you should join me. You have the knowledge on everything supernatural for the last thousand years and me a dabbler in dark arts and occasional fighter for the good side. We could do some real damage."
Klaus was wondering if he really should. What can he do after all the bloody time of being a supernatural being? Perhaps he really could do it, fight the good fight and maybe take out his anger on those who wronged him. He was technically still doing the powers a favor but he was too drunk to care.
"Maybe we could do some damage. Make the evil really wonder before it comes knocking on the door."
Slightly more comfortable with the idea and the heavy haze of his drink he laid his head back on the couch while Constantine did the same on the other side of the room.
"The dynamic duo - soon we will be the best out there and I won't even meddle if you die because I don't care about your particular wellbeing all that much."
Klaus fought to stay awake as he replied, "I couldn't be concerned less about yours either. I'd maybe even nudge you in that direction."
"Hm."
It was all he managed before they were both nodding off. That is until a giant noise startled them and they turned to the front door.
"What the hell did you do, Nik?"
The fierce stance and blonde hair. Yep that was Rebekah alright.
-oo-
After getting themselves half way decent Klaus was met by an uncompromising stare of Rebekah's and a rather silent Constantine. The bastard knew how to pick his fights.
Most of the things that went down were just a distant memory somehow and he just couldn't believe that he was facing another threat. Slightly out of his element and basically always in the same spot if the person in question was Rebekah.
"Why are you sitting there like two of the world's biggest idiots and not explaining what the hell happened?"
Constantine, as helpful as ever, only pointed at him and said, "It was his fault. He did it."
Sending him a threatening glare he turned to Rebekah and tried to explain what actually happened.
"Well you see, I saw an opportunity and took it. I had a bargaining chip for this lad here but in the end as you can probably tell it all fell apart."
"Hey now don't you bring me into your little squabble. I am an innocent victim."
Klaus turned to him and angrily retorted, "You are a bloody idiot is what you are."
Rebekah finally took matters in her own hands.
"If you two don't start acting like adults I might just start my own bloodbath here. I think you need to start giving me some answers."
The thing was he didn't really want to talk about his screw up but sadly now he was in no position to negotiate those terms.
"I thought that I could get the sodding girl from hell and bring her to this idiot here so I can finally get my hands on the bloody angel who in return ended showing up anyway and saving me and Elijah's defeated asses. So you better be grateful that we are here and human than sitting in hell frying."
He finally let some of that bitter failure go and seeing Rebekah's face he realized that might have not been a good idea.
"You're human Nik?"
This is why he didn't like talking or explaining himself to anyone.
