Sorry this took a hundred years to update. Lost all inspiration but now after some Klayley moments finally able to finish it. :)

Sangee gripped his hand tight in her own, her other arm hanging out beside her feeling the pull of the wind start to make her body sway. She felt infinite.
Owen was a loss. He was. She hadn't wanted to harm him, she never wanted that but he had aligned with Klaus Mikaelson and his untouchable daughter. She could feel the power of the ancestors who now decided to help her, guiding her. It was pulsing through her, he let her head rock back on her shoulders letting a loud, gleeful laugh escape her.
"We have to find them." She turned to him, he nodded slowly.
Letting go of her hand he took a step away from her, "Meet me in the cemetery later, I have to see to something first."
She wouldn't question him. He had as much hatred towards the family who caused him to get ripped away from his wife. He died for them, did things no one should have to do. Now they would pay.

Marcus ran a tired hand over his face deciding to step outside the compound for a moment, his chest felt heavy and he was thinking about how he was meant to breathe and it was so hard, it was scaring him. Hope was enraged to no end, Hayley and Klaus were engulfed by it to at the sight of their daughter trembling in sorrow. He was useless, human, un able to get in the fight alongside them.
He wanted to be able to help her but she didn't want him.
Self- pity was a glorious thing, he was close to smacking himself across the head.
Letting out a disbelieving chuckle he opened his eyes but nearly closed them instantly again, thinking it was a trick, hallucination. That maybe love sickness was an actual disease and no one had warned him of the side effects. He barely remembered him but from what he saw in front of him he didn't know if he wanted to. He had the same big build, and broad shoulders as him, they actually looked quite alike but his eyes held nothing.
His face was devoid of any actual feeling and it made his skin crawl. He was looking at the worst version of himself and he hated it.
"Marcus."
He didn't know how to talk to him so he just stared back. "I'm your dad…"
He spoke as if he was a complete moron, "I know."
He took another step closer, his body recoiled away from him causing him to halt.
"I thought you'd like to see me again. Seeing as we didn't get to know one another and we both loved your mother so much."
He saw a brief flash of hurt in his eyes at the mention of his mother but he couldn't talk about her with him, he didn't know him. He knew his real family and they were hurting probably because of his dad. "You came from hell."
He rose a scrutinising eyebrow at him, "Yes. Klaus Mikaelson wasn't the best boss around."
He refused to grow agitated at his jab towards him. "Owen's sister, that's who's with you?"
"See you're the Mikaelsons pet, living at their compound. They killed your mother."
Growling he took a step closer shoving him backwards but he was useless against a vampire, "They didn't kill her."
He smiled cruelly leaning forward until he could smell his breath on his face, "Might as well have. She died the day I did."
It hurt. That he knew he was right. He'd never been enough for his mom, this man in front of him had been all she'd ever wanted. "You'll pay for what you did to Owen."
He stormed is way back into the compound not looking back, taking the steps two at a time.

Marcus had been talking to some man outside and he didn't look happy so whoever made him look like that was going to pay. "Who was that?" she demanded already bubbly with anger
Marcus placed one calming hand on her shoulder, "That was my dad. Appears Owen's sister doesn't work alone."
Of all people to take a stand against them. This would hurt Marcus when they inevitably killed him because that is what had to happen. "You know what we have to do."
Marcus smile was shaky and eyes filled with glassy tears, "I know. I'm okay with it, really."
Before she could stop herself she leaned over placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, feeling the need to be close to him right now. She meant to pull herself straight away but her lips lay pressed close to him, feeling the heat of him underneath her mouth.
He turned his head slightly his lips looking for her own until he gently kissed the corner of her mouth and she knew she should stop. But screw it.
Her hand gripped the back of his head, tucking their way into his hair as she pulled him closer to her, he didn't need much coaxing. She could hear his heartbeat so loud she felt it thundering through her body and it warmed her. He pulled back smiling but she could see the panic on his face, that this wasn't real. He lovingly stroked some hair from her face, she wasn't ready to tell him yet.
She wouldn't lie to him. "I've to go. Stay inside."

"Ready for another fight little wolf?" he crept up behind her pulling her body against his chest, his hands moving from her waist all the way down to her thighs.
The friction of his hands moving up and down her was nearly making her unravel, "Not now." She warned pointing an accusatory finger at him.
He held up his hands in mock surrender with that smile that a bold child would have and she bit her lip in order to stop herself from laughing. "I'm ready to kick this little bitches ass. So concentrate otherwise you're not aloud come."
He took a cocky step forward keeping the door open for her, "How do you expect to win without me."
Smiling boldly, she replied "Easily."
"We shall see about that."

The cemetery. The location of their showdown so to speak, she had to say she felt a little excited at being able to walk into battle alongside her family.
She felt powerful. They were unbeatable and the only unfortunate outcome would be Marcus's dad dying didn't matter if he didn't know the guy. He was still blood.
"You ready Hope?" her mum looked at her warily and before she could snap a response her dad was already on her side.
"She's my daughter of course she is."
Her mum rolled her eyes, playfully nodding her head in disbelief, "Didn't know it only takes one person to make a child. Well it seems you learn something new every day."
Before they could start bickering she put a stop to it. "Guys not now. Now I'll take care of his dad, you kill that other bitch."

They both grimaced in pain as soon as they entered the cemetery. The ancestors were waiting for them but they couldn't touch her. Fighting through the headache they were being given they both growled annoyed, pushing further, quicker.
They heard the mutterings of a lunatic before they saw her appear chanting in front of them, the ancestors fuelling her power. Her hair fell over her face making her look more possessed as he focused her attention on bringing her mum and dad to their knees.
"Go!" they ordered and she took off travelling in further to find him.
He casually walked into view, smiling but with malice. "So you're Hope Mikaelson. You know my son."
"He's a part of our family. You mean very little to him."
Using his vamp speed him step in behind her moving her hair away from her neck, his mouth hovering just behind her ear. "Now how would you know that." He laughed.
She couldn't stop the chuckled that left her mouth as she turned her head slightly to look back at him, amused by his confidence. "Because he gave me permission to kill you."
His face fell and her reputation must travel through hell too because he looked panic stricken, turning to ducktail and run. He had no immunity to death.
Looking inside his body she searched for the heart. Focused on pulling it though his body, through all the muscle until eventually it wrenched itself away.
It floated above like a prize as he took a gasping dying breath. His body turning cold and dropping uselessly to the ground. "Don't fuck with me."

"I'm going to enjoy this." Klaus gripped the witch Sangee's shoulders his nails tucked deeply into her skin and she squirmed underneath him.
He dove his mouth downwards about to rip into her throat, "Klaus wait."
His head shot back up disbelieved, "Love if you have a sudden shock of conscious, I don't think we've anything to talk about."
"No not that," she scoffed. "Let me do it. You two always get to have the fun."
He smiled widely staying to hold her in place, he looked a little too happy at her suggestion it was worrying, she bit down into her throat enjoying the feel of her warm, thick blood travelling down her throat. She was surprised when Klaus bit down on the other side of her throat, drinking the witch with her but she didn't object.
They let her drop in front of them together, blood still trickling down their face they smiled at their victory.

"Marcus." She knocked hesitantly he disappeared into his room after they'd relayed the details of their eventful day.
He was sunk down with his head on his pillow one arm shielding his eyes from her but he was awake she could tell. "You ignoring me?" she asked picking up one of his pillows and throwing it at him.
"You know I'll keep annoying you until you tell me what's wrong."
He sat up flinging the pillow to the side of the room, smiling quietly, he ducked his head from her line of sight. "It's stupid."
"Usually is. Spill."
He groaned before he forced the words out. "It's just I never seem to be enough. When he died I wasn't enough for my mom. I didn't seem to be enough for him to come back for and I'm pretty sure that…I'm not enough for…"
"For….Do I have to hit you."
He looked shyly at her, "For you. So I'm just being self-pitying. So ignore me. Say Marcus you're an asshole and I am going to punch you."
It hurt to think she was in the list of people that hurt him. She punched him on the arm and he jumped away holding his wound. "How sure are you?"
His cheeks blushed red and he stumbled over his words, "But…when I said I loved you. You didn't say anything, did you? Unless I wasn't listening but I must've been cause…"
She pulled him towards her until her lips connected lightly with his, "You didn't miss me say it, stupid, I just wasn't ready. But I am now. I love you…. Well when you're not a total.."
"Shut up." He smiled a smile that changed his whole face kissing her urgently.
"Oh no." he exclaimed.
"What?"
"Klaus is going to kill me."
Hope couldn't help the uncontrollable laugh that left her.

Klaus was lying on the bed, his shirt tossed to the side. His lip curled up into that thoughtful scowl her wore when worrying about Hope. "She's going to be okay Klaus. She grew up fighting, a couple more threats along the way aren't going to mean a thing to her."
His head snapped up, and he smiled at her knowingness. He grabbed her hand pulling her down so she was tucked against his chest. His chin resting on top of her head, his other hand moving in slow, circular movements along her waist. Causing her skin to tingle.
"Little wolf?"
His question hung there and by his tone she could tell he was building up the courage on his own to say whatever it was he needed to say. "Yes."
He moved his hand until it was absently playing with her hair, "I love you."
"I thought we already done this." She teased and he growled deep in his throat spinning her around so her mouth was now inching closer to his.
"I love you." She uttered before devouring his lips with hers.
For now at least. It was quiet.