A.N.: Hello! Long time no see. Life caught up with me. Read the new chapter of my story with the ritual. Lame or not? Tell me in your reviews! Love,Wil


Elijah and his family drew nearer to Klaus while we backed off a little. Caroline and Alaric also came out of the house. Damon instructed them to take Stefan's limp body to the bus. We stayed on the porch to watch the endgame. I wanted to see it over. I wanted to see Klaus go down.

The vampires of Klaus fled the minute they realized their master was in trouble. The hybrid himself stayed at spot, he knew there was no chance he could avoid this. He couldn't wrestle them all. The situation came to a standstill in point of melee. Klaus couldn't kill them, they couldn't kill Klaus, so his condition wasn't an advantage now.

I knew he was trying hard to think out something that would get him out of this dead-fall, but all he could do was looking anxiously at his approaching siblings. They soon circled him, his brothers at his back excluding Elijah, who stood before him with his parents. The women took place on both his sides.

"Niklaus, you have disgraced our family," her mother told him on a thick European accent.

"Family," snorted arrogantly his son. "What kind of family would want to mutilate its son?"

"Any caring one," Julianna responded, seemingly not affected with Klaus's accusations of being cruel.

"You don't care about me," the hybrid shouted defiantly. That was the first time I didn't see him as a monster, but a child of someone.

"I care about all," her mother told him unshaken. I didn't know if the strict face was a result of his disappointment in his son, or that was the only way she could achieve this ritual without cracking. She looked like a very strong women, but she was a mother after all.

Klaus's nostrils flared with rage, he snorted in his impotent fury.

"You made me like this!" he accused Julianna, shouting just a few inches from his face. I could only see her profile from our place at the porch but I noticed a flinch run through it under the charge. That was actually true. Her unfaithfulness was the source of all this.

"And I shall be the one who will make it undone," said her mother regaining her fierceness after the momentary slip.

"You can't do this! I was meant to be this!" begged Klaus.

It really was pathetic but I started to feel a little regret towards that creature. He wasn't worthy of it, but he was so broken and lost right now that for a moment I forgot he was evil right to the bone and just pitied him. I reached for Damon's arm and cling to it, but he hasn't even noticed it. He was so immersed in the drama enfolding itself before us he was blind to anything else. There was no sign of mercy in his eyes. His rapt attention was for vengeful motives. He wanted to make sure Klaus finally gets what deserves.

Julianna's eyes softened too. That was not a good sign. We could just hope a little tantrum from his boy wouldn't melt her heart too much.

"No, you weren't. It was a mistake. My mistake," she said stepping one step closer to the hybrid, who just seemed smaller and smaller with every passing second.

I glanced at the father when her wife said it was her mistake. No emotion was present in his face. Either he became that stoic, or a thousand years of suppliance was enough to calm him down and forgive her woman. The one who seemed to be the head of the pack by the way, because Klaus didn't even shot one glance his way since they had arrived.

"You could have been different. You could have been more. We all hoped you would be the one who will end this war. But instead you started another one," she said softly, gently tracing the face of his son. I thought he would be snatch away from it, but he just set his jaw and hold her gaze sullenly. "It was your choice to walk that road."

The woman held Klaus' face for a little while, but soon stepped back into the circle. Her face gone emotionless again as she begun the ritual.

"The servants of nature granted me the power to sustain the stability in favor of the obligation to execute every threat that could upset the balance," she said on a monotonic voice.

It only took a few seconds for said servants of nature to make an appearance. First I just saw a few shiny little spots flying in the air between them like firebugs. Their light grew stronger and stronger and they started to take a shape. Klaus, in his last desperate attempt tried to break out from the circle, but the witches' spirits threw him back to its centre like he was a ragdoll. When the ghosts of nature's servants filled out every space among the Originals, Julianna continued the rite.

"Niklaus, son to me by blood, no son to me by heart," she said on a stern voice, but a single teardrop rolled down on her cheek. "I deny you. From this moment on you cease to be part of our family and our gift. Hear your father!"

Her voice cracked at her last sentence but there was no turning back from there. The spirit of the witch left to her nodded slowly and hovered down until her transparent feet touched the ground. A tentacle of light spread out of her and connected her to Klaus. The hybrid winced in pain at the joining.

"Niklaus, no son to me by blood, no son to me by heart," I heard the father's voice. He rushed through his part of the speech as if he didn't care at all. He haven't even looked at Klaus, he was talking into nothing. "I deny you. From this moment on you cease to be part of our family and our gift. Hear your sister!"

Another witch accepted his declaration and connected herself with Klaus through the ground. He arched his back in agony now.

Her older sister Marianna was fighting back her tears, but it didn't show in her voice when he spoke.

"Niklaus, son of no one, hereafter you're no brother to me. I deny you."

And it continued like that until every member of their family expelled Klaus except Elijah. He was in great pain, bounded by seven witches, but he still stood and looked defiantly on Elijah. He tried to say something, but no sound came out of his mouth. I looked at Damon who looked back at me. We were thinking the same thing. As we were told there was a situation just like this not so long ago. Back then Elijah betrayed us. Of course that was before he was let down by Klaus himself. I searched for Damon's hand and he squeezed it reassuringly. We were hoping this time Elijah won't fail us.

And he didn't.

"Niklaus, son of no one, hereafter you're no brother to me," he said. He had no tears, there was no hesitation in his voice. "I deny you. From this time forth you stand alone in this world. I let the powers of nature withdraw the great gift they placed in your unworthy hands."

The last witch also nodded and adjoined himself to Klaus. To him, who stood there broken, with unbelieving look in his eyes. I think he hoped until the last minute, that Elijah would spare him again. With the last spirit line connected to him he couldn't stand anymore. He fell onto his knees as the tentacles of light crept higher on his legs. They entangled him like a shiny squid. Ultimately they reached his mouth almost at the same time, and slid into it. Klaus choked and screamed in turns. It was a horrible image but I couldn't bear myself to turn my head. I wanted to see it.

After a few seconds of agony, whilst the witches seemingly cleared his inner self of the vampirism, the tentacles retreated from the man, who collapsed onto the ground. The witches sighed and dissolved. The last one whispered 'Done' when she oozed away.

After the screaming and the wind that accompanied the witches stopped the silence now was disturbing. It was a lull of perplexity what usually follows great events. What should we do now? The Originals still circled the heaving Klaus. I stepped from one foot to another on the porch.

Damon broke the hush. He took off in the direction of the vampires, pulling me with him. I couldn't keep up with his long strides, so our hands lost contact.

"Did it work?" he demanded pointing at Klaus when he reached the place of the ritual.

"I believe you heard the lady saying it was done," answered Elijah.

"I don't trust witches," replied Damon with his usual distaste towards nature's servants in his voice, "just my own two eyes."

Elijah's face became a little less decent at Damon's comment.

"And if I may enquire how do you plan to check?"

"Well, my first idea was to rip his heart out," he said, and his remark was welcomed with a few hissing vampires closing on their kin, "but I can see that would cause some displeasure, so I'm willing to come terms with sending him into that house."

Damon pointed to Calvin's house over his shoulder. The vampires retracted their fangs at the much harmless suggestion, and I was very much proud of Damon to be able to think outside the box of violence and hastiness.

"Fair enough," Elijah agreed obligingly and walked to his brother.

"Get up!" he ordered without bending down to him. Klaus was still lying hunched up on the ground but Elijah apparently thought he was all right to get up, because he called his brother, Attila, to make him stand.

The expression on Klaus' face was almost enough evidence for me about the success of the rite. He looked at Elijah with hate and revulsion, but his face held a certain kind of disgrace too, like he was ashamed of himself. These emotions matched someone, who lost all his honored powers. On the other hand he could be the best actor in the world. We had to be sure.

Attila dragged his scarcely opposing brother towards the porch. When they walked past me Klaus tried to attack me. I was in no danger, Attila held him tight, but his hiss towards me was somehow laughable. He wasn't used to being unable to bring out his vampire face, so his threatening move came out much less grim than he wanted it to be. In fact it was more like a rusty groan than a hiss. It could be comical, but I didn't laugh. He was my enemy and he was still a werewolf at the least. It was unadvisable to anger him anymore.

We all followed the two of them to the porch, but then Damon went before them, probably to make sure Calvin, the only present owner of the house wouldn't invite him in by any chance. He nodded Attila to proceed after checking the lobby. The vampire tossed his brother a little and he tumbled into the house. I let out the breath I was holding when he wasn't hold back by an invisible barrier.

"Are you convinced now?" asked Elijah.

"I still rather rip his heart out but that's not dependent to my distrust," Damon said eyeing Klaus who scrambled to his feet.

The mere werewolf took a few steps towards him until their face was just inches from each other. Damon gave him the look of utter disgust.

"Do that!" demanded Klaus proudly. "Do that! Kill me!"

"If you ask so politely - "started Damon, his vampire face creeping to his features.

"Stop!" commanded Julianna. My vampire didn't make a move forward, but he was still vamped out. "Niklaus, leave now!"

Damon's face went back to normal in surprise and I felt astonished myself. Would she really spare him just like that?

"What?" I shouted at the vampire woman."You can't let him go!"

"Our duty was to eliminate the danger to the equilibrium and so we did. He's no threat to the balance anymore," she told me off not even turning towards me. It sounded logical, but given the emotion I seen on her and her family I would rather guessed they won't kill him out of love.

"But he's a threat to people," I opposed.

"So are most of your loved ones," interposed Elijah quietly.

That silenced me. Although I didn't agreed with him on letting loose Klaus, who was a lunatic, but I couldn't confute the fact that most of my friends were vampires or werewolves, who all had their kills. I couldn't think up any cogent con to that accusation.

"Leave now!" Elijah said, turning to his brother. "But note that I will be behind your back on every day of your short life. Expect the punishment for dishonoring your family at any time."

I couldn't agree with that punishing him by not punishing him at all thing, but the look on Klaus's face showed that this was the worst that could happen to him. He was deprived his power which was all he lived for up until now, and from this moment on he had to go on with being a puny werewolf. This was the greatest sentence after all.

Klaus forced that high and mighty look back to his face, but he was just a shadow of his previous self. He held his high up as he left the house, but when Elijah offered him a syringe on his way out, he accepted it. The mark I placed on it was still visible. It signaled that it contained wolfsbane.

Every one of us watched in silence as he walked along the street and disappeared in the darkness.

"He won't live to see the morning," Elijah said and even his voice sounded a little sad."This form of existence is not acceptable to him."

Damon stared into the spot where the former hybrid disappeared.

"Then I'll stay until morning."


Bam! Klaus out! What do you think? Would you rather kill him off?

The next chapter would be more emotion-centered! Please stay with me!