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"For years you have only loathed the very existence of Klara Mikaelson. Since the day you have met her, you had nothing but disgust for what she was. Why make her more of an abomination then she already is?" Amelio asked, watching his mother pace in the small room of his home. She had no place to stay after the damage caused to her village. There was nearly nothing left but ash from the Mikaelson's rampage.

"The spirits have asked it of me." Ayana answered as if that was the only explanation she needed.

"The spirits?" He scoffed, unbelievable, "Mother, the spirits do not even bother having control- or hell, even paying Klara's magic any attention because it is not pure; she is not pure."

For the past hours, he has tried to wrap his head around why his mother or the spirits would want Klara to be immortal. Not to mention the spell Esther used on her children was done with dark magic. It was the only magic that would give her the power to do such a spell. His mother would never stoop to such lengths for some crossbreed freak.

"You refused to help Esther because the spirits would turn on you if you did. It does not make any sense that they would call upon you now. How did you obtain enough power to cast this spell? Last I heard, your magic was strong, but not as strong as the dark arts."

"Oh, my son. I need not the magic Esther did." Amelio looked at his mother, confusion evident on his face. When he did not respond, she explained, "When Esther did her spell she called upon the sun for life and the white oak tree for immortality. With a little revision, I changed the base of the spell."

Amelio went wide eyed for a moment before he shook his head, trying to comprehend what she just said.

Esther's bloodline is strong. The magic that flows through her veins is more powerful than most have seen in a long time. Him and his mother might have been ascendents of a very powerful bloodline, but it was nothing compared to the magic Esther could've had. So that leads him to wonder...how?

He tried to remember the essentials to difficult spells, "Klara is immortal?" He checked, in which Ayana nodded, "Yet all the white oak burned. Mikael has what little is left of it. If she is immortal then that means you must have drawn on something else..." he paused as it clicked for him, "...immortal..." he trailed off. Of course. "You used the immortality within the Mikaelsons. This is why you took their blood, claiming you'd help find a way for them to walk in the daylight."

Ayana nodded, a small proud smile making its way to her lips.

Amelio stood as he began to put together the pieces, "And Klara is a wolf. When Esther turned her children, she used the sun for life. She had to consider all her children when using the spell."

"Not all her children were werewolves." Ayana informed, helping him figure it out.

"So she had to draw from the sun. However, the spell you used was made for Klara only. Meaning you had to only consider one person. A wolf." Amelio looked at his mother with a look that clearly showed how impressed yet shocked he was. She was one clever witch, "You drew on the moon as a substitute. The moon fuels a man to transform to a wolf, making it the most excellent choice..."

"You are smart, my son."

"Although I am yet to understand. Why do it? When those men came to you three years ago looking for her, why did you give Klara to them all to 'save' her by making her immortal now?"

Ayana hummed as she searched the small home for ingredients. Amelio instantly recognized what she was doing.

Three years ago, these strong men came to his house searching for his mother. He had shown them the way because they promised they would not harm her. Turns out, they were looking for the child. The missing Bastilone kid. Ayana hadn't blinked before handing Klara over to them. When Amelio asked her why she did it, all those years ago, she had told him it was nature's punishment for her. So then why is she alive? Why was she made immortal?

"Despite being an abomination to nature, Klara has a pure heart. A pure soul." Ayana poured a powder into a small bowl, then water, watching as a cloud of smoke circled it, "The spirits believe she can put a stop to greater evils. Darker beings lurk in the shadows." She quickly mumbled a few words under her breath. The little smoke cloud turned almost black, then red before going back to white and fading into nothing in the air.

Black represents darkness and white represents pure ness. Red was another whole evil all together. "Klara's nature might be tainted with darkness, but that does not make her evil. This is either the best thing for her, or the worst."

"And if it becomes a mistake?" Amelio asked hesitantly, fearing the answer.

Ayana shook her head, "There is nothing we can do to stop it. She is immortal."


She is losing her mind.

At least that's what Klara assumed.

It was no coincidence that after she was 'reborn' everything begin to change for her. She could hear things from far away, like the heartbeat of a bird, if she listened hard enough. The night seemed brighter- no, it was brighter. She could see everything as clear as day. And touch, the things she touched felt different under her fingertips.

In one messed up night, she became stronger, faster, and deadlier; or so that's what Ayana's tone had implied. Not only had Klara seen right through Ayana's warning, evidence of such cruelty lies before her.

In the village. In the home she once shared with the Mikaelsons, everything was destroyed and everyone was dead.

About an hour ago, Klara has entered the village in search for the others. From what she remembered, Kol was like her. Esther had made them all immortal. So her only hope was to come back home to find them. As she had gotten closer to the village, she ran towards it at a human pace. Although once she entered, she came to an abrupt stop. Multiple bodies were carelessly thrown around, covered in blood, with wounds on their necks. Teeth marks. Upon further inspection, Klara found every last one of them dead, all drained of blood. Without a doubt, she knew her family did this.

That was an hour ago.

Now she walked around the home she once knew. She wouldn't miss this place much. Mostly just the memories and feelings that went with it. The people she shared them with. Especially the people.

Her heart ached painfully in her chest, because god she missed them. But...she has no idea where they are or where they'd go. Or if she'd ever see them again.

What if she didn't? Esther made them into the most powerful beings this world will ever see. They are strong, smart, willful, fast, really, really fast. Who knows how far they've made it, because they surely aren't here.

Lost in thought, Klara didn't notice when she tripped over something. She yelped as she fell to the ground. She used her hands to catch herself, resulting with a little pebble slicing her hand.

"Dammit." She winced, sitting up and bringing her hand up to see the injury. Blood dripped from her hand where the rock was lodged in. Wanting nothing more than the pain to be subdued, she ripped the rock out of her hand and threw it away.

To her utter shock, the skin around the wound began to stitch itself together until it looked as if she had never been hurt at all. She gaped over the new discovery, quickly wiping away the dry blood to see if the cut was truly gone.

Although, what she tripped over shocked her even more than her odd healing ability.

"Oh my god," she gasped, "Carter."

His dead body was torn apart, unlike the others who had nothing but wounds on their necks. No, this was worse. His body was scattered with bruises and minor cuts, as if he had been beaten before killed. Come to look at it, he didn't even have any bite marks on him. He did have a major cut across his forehead and his leg was all twisted, clearly being broken. The thing that made her want to throw up was the stick lodged in his stomach. Carter's injures weren't the result of some petty fight or to satisfy one of her siblings' hunger. His death was intentional. How did she know that? Because his injuries were the exact ones she had when her father had beaten her when she was only three. Or at least that's how Nik and Kol had described it to her. She had been to young to remember the actual experience; only distorted nightmares of what could've happened.

The only question was, which one did it? Niklaus or Kol? They both had a motive. Kol was jealous that Carter might have had a slight chance of courting her if Father had allowed it. Also he knew what a prick he was. However, Niklaus only knew about where Carter's hands wondered when she told him no. He's seen the few marks he'd left on her from holding her much too tight. And because of that Nik wanted to 'tear him apart limb by limb.'

Despite having loathed Carter Bentley with every fiber in her body, she wouldn't have wished for him to die such a brutal death. Especially one caused by them. Sure, he was a dick, but he didn't deserve this. He just wanted to be loved by his father. He might not have handled his emotions in the best way, at all, but no one should have to go through what she went through. The nightmares she had about Zachariah chasing and hurting her were enough to cause her to wake up in a cold sweat on multiple occasions. She had been three at the time, but it's no matter. Nobody should die like this by the hand of someone she loved.

Because his eyes were open, she carefully put her hand over his eyes and closed them out of respect for the dead.

She gasped out in fear when she heard leaves rustling behind her. There stood a man she thought she'd never see again. Perhaps deep down, even prayed she wouldn't.

The man froze and looked at her with utter shock and disbelief, "K-Klara?" He stuttered, taking one step closer towards her.

Klara quickly stood to her feet, taking a defensive position.

"How? How are you...alive?"

Instead of answering right away, Klara studied the appearance of him. There was a hole in his wet shirt with blood surrounding it, as if he's been stabbed. He had blood staining his mouth, meaning he must have just fed and killed another innocent, or a few.

Klara held her head high showing she wasn't afraid of him before speaking to him for the first time in years.

"Mikael."


The whole walk to the ships, had been filled with nothing but silence after the things Kol had said. Because, yes, everybody they ever loved was dead. Henrik, their mother, and Klara. And the worst part was it was all Niklaus fault. He doomed each and every one of them to their tragic end.

He ripped Esther's heart out while she pleaded for her life and his forgiveness. What kind of son does that? It was not her fault that she was married to an abusive man, and that she wanted someone better. Niklaus was the result of that affair. And all to right her wrongs, she bound his werewolf side so not to create more evil.

Although was he not evil for taking Henrik to see the wolves? It was forbidden to see the them and Henrik paid the price. It was his fault that his little brother was dead, as it was for his little sister.

If he had not been so angry with Father, then he would have been able to protect Klara when she needed him most. Instead she was dead. Imagining the way she must had screamed and fought to be freed made him numb with hurt. And it was all his fault...

Looking back over to Kol, he felt guilty for playing a part in her disappearance. Sure, he hadn't organized the attack, but he wasn't there to stop it either. He could have saved her, then his brother would be happy once more.

"The only girl I ever loved enough to marry is dead."

Kol hadn't said a word since then. Niklaus was beginning to worry about him. It wasn't like Kol to snap at his siblings for no reason or to remain silent for long periods of time. Perhaps he wasn't adjusting as well to the transition as he had thought.

At first he had thought about questioning Kol about what had him acting so odd, but then he decided against it. A part of him assumed something happened when Rebekah went to go fetch him. He had come back with blood coating his hands that he desperately tries to rinse off. It was as if the thought of the crimson liquid on his skin made him just that much more insane.

Whatever was troubling his brother had to be crucial enough to have him looking...wrecked. Niklaus has only known one thing that has been able to make act like this. Heartbreak. But she was dead.

So what could be on his mind? What could he have done or seen? What happened?

He desperately wanted to know. Despite finding out that he was a werewolf, Mikael wasn't his real father and he had killed the man that was, Klaus only wanted to know what was going on with Kol.

Something was destroying him.


Klara kept her distance, unsure how to react to the only father she's ever known standing before her after three long years and being reborn.

"My child." He came closer to her.

Klara's body stiffened as he neared her. She didn't know why, but something felt...off? Something wasn't right.

"What happened to you?" She eyed him, clearing talking about the blood.

Mikael looked down to the blood on his clothes and chuckled, "A story for another time," he assured, "You have missed quite a lot in your absence, Klara."

"Like Henrik's death?" She asked, bringing him up. Klara watched as his composure fell for a moment, showing how much his death still affected him, like it affected her. It was a low blow, but she wanted to show she wasn't as behind pace as he thought. So she continued, keeping her position as if he'd attack her at any moment, "How Esther turned the lot of you into some sort of demons?"

"How she is dead." Mikael added.

Klara's eyes widened in surprise, and she let her guard down, overwhelmed by the news. "What?" Her visions had shown Henrik's death and Esther turning Mikael and her children into whatever dark magic this was and Kol confirmed that whether he meant to or not. However, nothing was mentioned about Esther dying.

Mikael stalked closer to her. Klara was familiar with the rage in his eyes, "Has the bastard not told you?"

The bastard? Who?

"How the boy I thought was my...son," he spat with disgust, "murdered my wife."

Klara tried to comprehend the new information. Esther was dead? One of the boys wasn't his son? So...wait...does that mean Esther had an affair? What? She was so confused. Everyone kept telling her that she has missed a lot and that much has happened within the week. How much could she have missed in that short time frame?

Mikael could clearly see the gears turning in her head as he came closer, "Oh, dear. Niklaus is not my son. He is a beast. A wolf!"

Finally Klara met Mikael's eyes, not shocked to see how angry he was while talking about Nik.

Niklaus was a wolf? A werewolf? Damn. Klara found it odd that that information didn't surprise her as much as it probably should. She was a werewolf and all her life she has felt a strange, unexplainable connection to Nik. Looking back, everything made more sense now. Their shared anger, protective instincts, and connection to the full moon. Klara still remembers asking Nik if he ever wanted to be outside during the night, despite knowing the wolves roamed. He had said yes. Now she understands why.

"You are not shocked." Mikael realized.

Klara quickly tried to regain her composure, not wanting him to know the truth. Hell only knows what Mikael would do if he found out that all along Klara was a werewolf too. He knew about her birth parents, but didn't put it together that she was a wolf as well as a witch.

"I am just surprised. First you tell me of Esther's death, and now that my brother is a werewolf." She covered up, hoping he couldn't see right through her. Klara could sense that Mikael was no longer human, which truth be told did frighten her. He was stronger and more emotional then ever before. His wife and youngest child were dead for christ's sake! Also two of his 'children' were secretly werewolves. One by an affair with another man, and the other's true identity hidden from him by his whole damn family. If that wasn't enough of a motive for him to attack, she didn't know what would be. Mikael had always been a man that stood by his beliefs no matter what. He believed the wolves were his enemy, now more than ever. Before Klara was taken, they had lived in peace with their neighbors. That wasn't the case anymore. Mikael had every reason to want to slaughter any wolf he came across.

"You do not seem pleased to see me." He said after a moment.

"What makes you think that?" She deflected. She didn't want to see him because she no longer depended on him for survival and he used to senselessly beat Nik. For all she cared Mikael could walk away right now and she wouldn't think twice about it.

He took a step closer, Klara watching him cautiously, "For starters, you are calling by my first name. I recall you doing that when you were upset with me."

It was true. Elijah used to chastise her for it. In retaliation, she used her magic to cloak herself and walk away from the conversation with a yelling Elijah calling after her. Klara just realized how much she actually missed using magic. It's been three years since she's had access to it.

"Secondly," Mikael's voice brought her away from her thoughts, "You eye me as if I am dangerous to your wellbeing."

Klara carefully contemplated what she was going to next so she wouldn't give him any reason to not trust her. At the moment, she's never feared him more, "I know what you are. You have the face of a devil."

Mikael seemed impressed by her knowledge, "As do all my remaining children and their wretched brother."

The more he spoke of how much he loathed Niklaus and what he was, the more apprehensive Klara got. Although she tried her best not to show it.

"My dear, you act as if I will harm you at any given moment. I can assure you, I will not."

Coming to stand right in front of her, Mikael put a hand on her upper arm. Klara gasped in surprise at the contact. For some reason, she could not believe him. She couldn't believe him, because he didn't know the truth about her either. Not only was she a werewolf/witch hybrid, she was now whatever creature Ayana made her into. A...tribrid?"

"My daughter."

Klara's eyes shot up. My daughter. She pushed herself away from Mikael's grasp. A newfound rage slowed through her.

"No. No, what right do you have to call me your daughter when Niklaus is not your son?"

"Niklaus is an abomination-"

"So am I!" She interrupted, "So are you! Do you honestly believe you were meant to live forever?" Deep down Klara knew she was close to crossing a very thin line, however at the moment she couldn't give a damn.

Mikael scowled at her words, "Watch your tongue, Klara. Before you say something you shall regret." He warned, "You are not an abomination."

Klara looked down at the ground. Yes I am.

Mikael sighed, probably knowing his words did nothing to change her mind. Hesitantly he came close to her once more and put his hands on both sides of her head, planting a gentle kiss to her forehead. The gesture stunned her to say the least.

Suddenly Klara gasped when a memory from her past began flashing through theirs minds. However this time, she wasn't the one who caused it. This was different. It felt as if he was invading her mind...

"Klara?" Esther called, trying to grab her attention.

"Yes, Mother?" Klara answered, still cleaning from the spell.

"Sit with me." She pat the seat next to her. Hesitating for a moment, Klara joined her at the table and waited for her to speak. She didn't know how to initiate a conversation after the things she saw. After the incredibly amazing thing she just committed with her son. Klara has to resist blushing as she remembered the kiss again, "Klara? The spell..."

"You wish to know what I found out?" Klara finished for her, in which Esther nodded. Klara played with her hands in front of her, not exactly knowing how Esther would react, "I know what I am now. Although I am afraid you will not be pleased with the information." She mumbled.

"Then allow me," Esther began, taking ahold of her hands to stop her from fiddling with them, "I am aware that you are a werewolf, Klara dear."

Klara's eyes widened as she looked up to her, "H-How?" She stuttered in shock.

Esther only smiled warmly, "My child, I am a witch. I am all knowing." She tried to joke.

Klara smiled at her in return, before looking back down, "But that is not all," she looked into Esther's eyes to see if she knew what she'd say next. Klara took her hands and put them in her lap. With one deep breath, she blurted it out, "I am a siphon."

When Esther looked at her confused, she continued, "When I harm you by mere touch, I am taking your magic. I am like a dysfunctional witch." She explained.

"Mi-Mikael...stop..." she pleaded, trying to remove his strong hands. But another faded memory began before she could.

She saw herself in the caves after she told everyone, excluding Mikael and Henrik, about what she saw during the identification spell, "I am a siphon. Both witch...and werewolf." The looks on everyone's face as she told them flashed through her mind. It was as if Mikael was in her memories.

"...Elijah is right. You are family." Kol assured.

"Always and forever." Nik then vowed.

Mikael finally took his hands away, and quickly distanced himself.

Klara looked at him, horrified. "Mikael..." She whispered upon seeing the look on his face. Not only did he know that she was a werewolf, but now he knew that his whole family knew and did not tell him. Even his own wife knew.

"Please?" She begged, seeing the betrayal across his face. On instinct, she reached for her necklace out of habit. Her heart sank when she felt nothing but skin in its place.

"My necklace..." she had gasped when she saw Kol wearing it.

She mentally cursed herself for not asking for it back. How else could she have access to her magic if she needed it?

"My daughter," He whispered at a barely audible voice, "...is a wolf?" He began to laugh uncontrollably. Klara kept her distance, knowing he must have lost his mind by now, "And the woman I loved knew all along!" He laughed harder, clutching his side.

Her mind was screaming at her to run. This was her chance to escape. So as quickly and quietly as she could, she turned to run. But before she could take her first step to run, Mikael was blocking her path. She gasped in surprise.

"Where are you going, child?" He sneered.

"Mikael..." she trailed off, not knowing how to calm him.

"I was a fool to allow you into my home. A beast!" He yelled, causing her to flinch back, "You are no better than the wolves who took Henrik's life!"

If that didn't hurt...

Klara looked at him, shocked he'd say such a thing. She'd be lying if she said the look of genuine anger on his face didn't scare the shit out of her.

It was like her real father all over again.

"What?!" His loud voice made her flinch, "Do you not have anything to say now?!"


"Do we even have an idea as to where we're going?" Rebekah asked as they came to another stop, "For all we know, we could be walking in bloody circles!"

"Now, Rebekah-" Elijah tried.

"No! I am hungry," she complained, "And the lot of you are yet to say a word to one another."

The brothers silently eyed each other.

"Come on, Elijah! You cannot tell me that you do not crave more blood." Just at the word, the veins under his eyes came out, proving Rebekah's statement to be true.

"Stop it. All of you." Niklaus finally spoke up.

"Why? We cannot deflect our problems much longer." Rebekah argued.

"She's was right," Finn spoke, shocking everyone, "We cannot deflect our situation. Everyone is dead and Father is trying to kill us. Perhaps we should just part ways."

"Absolutely not!" Niklaus refused.

Kol listened in silence as his family argued back and forth, tiredly. He moved to sit on a large rock, watching as Rebekah tried to slap Nik after one particularly sexist comment. He chuckled in amusement.

It seems they have been walking aimlessly around the woods with no sense of direction. It was tiresome, honestly. In his opinion, they should have just killed Mikael when they had the chance. Then they wouldn't have to be running from him. Truth be told, the man was a dick his whole life. He killed Esther and is now trying to slaughter the lot of them. If it had been him, he would have taken his white oak stake and stab it through the old man's heart, no question.

Not only for hurting Nik, but for hurting Klara. Once.

It was after the one full moon that Klara had come search for him and they ended up running from the wolves together.

In his fit of anger, Mikael had hit Klara with his arm that wasn't bleeding out. It wasn't anything Klara couldn't handle, because she didn't even cry or fall to the ground. Her head had jerked to the side in surprise but that was all. Nonetheless, Kol was furious enough that Nik had hold him back when he tried to pounce on the guy.

It made Kol clench his fist in anger just thinking about it. Although, did he have a right to be angry about Mikael hitting Klara on one occasion when he had been the one to actually end her life?

"Kol, do you have anything to contribute?" Niklaus finally acknowledged him.

Kol pushed his negative thoughts away, and smirked, "No. Just that you are all idiots."

Everyone looked taken back by his statement.

"Elaborate." Elijah demanded, calmly.

Kol rolled his eyes and stood from his rock, "Well honestly, it's ridiculous! We are standing here arguing when hell knows Father is out to get us. What do you expect? For him to wake up in the river and think, 'Oh well, I lost that battle. Might as well stop now.' Nope, he will retaliate. And my guess is he will be angry with you, Rebekah." He pointed to her, "I mean, from what I heard from your incessant chattering, it was you who stabbed him, was it not?"

"Stop it, Kol." Rebekah begged, knowing a part of what he said was right.

"Tell me if I'm wrong!" He yelled.

"Kol!" Elijah tried to get him to stop with no avail.

"Get your imperial head out of you arse, Elijah! Just as Henrik and Klara were, we...are all dead men walking." With that he backed away until he was sitting on his rock once more.

Some of them had the audacity to look at the ground in shame, thinking he was right, but not Niklaus.

"What is it with you?" Nik yelled, "This is not you! You tease everyone and make annoying jokes that makes me want to slap you upside your head, but now you do anything but. What happened, Kol?! What are you so afraid to face that you refuse to speak a lick of?!"

Kol jumped up to by eye leveled with Nik, "I do not have to explain myself to you!"

"Don't raise your voice with me!"

"Or what?! Are you going to have Rebekah stake me too? Is that the first thing your werewolf tainted mind can come up with?"

A growl echoed from Niklaus before he punched Kol square in the jaw.

"Nik!" Rebekah yelped.

Kol hit the ground with a thud. He felt the pain in his face disappear almost as quickly as it came. In a flash, he grabbed a small branch and hit Niklaus across the face with it, sending him flying backwards.

When Niklaus was crouching on the ground, his eyes glaring daggers at Kol, they menacingly changed so his veins and red eyes were showing. Kol mirrored the look, seeming just as angry and dangerous.

They flashed towards each other, ready to tear the others throat out. Before they could reach each other, a hand was on their chests, keeping them from getting any closer.

"Quit it! This is pointless!" Rebekah shouted from between them.

Nik and Kol stood their, glaring at each other. They made no move to attack while Rebekah was standing in harms way.

While no one spoke during their stare off, a young woman's pleading voice echoed through the quiet grounds.

"Mikael! No!"

Kol's undead heart practically stopped at that as his head jerked in the direction the voice came from, his fight with Nik forgotten.


"Come on, Klara?! Speak!" Mikael roared.

"Stop! You are not in your right mind! You are consumed by your betrayal, that is all-"

"No! I am in my right mind. I can see the truth now." He roughy grabbed her arms, causing her to gasp, and growled in her ear, "Your father should have killed you when he had the chance."

Klara glared at him in anger, not wanting him to know how much that hurt her, before he threw her to the ground.

"Allow me to finish what he started."

"Mikael! No!" She shrieked as if that would stop him.

In a flash he grabbed onto her neck ready to snap it like a twig, when all of the sudden he was thrown back several feet.

Klara dropped to the floor trying to catch her breath. However it was no use, because she felt as if she couldn't breath at all as the scent of who stood before her overwhelmed her senses.

"Kol." She cried. His wide eyes met hers, showing how shocked he was that she was alive.

He stared back at her with many emotions expressed across his face. She couldn't read everything he felt but one thing was for sure. He definitely appeared apologetic for what he'd done.

Klara looked back at him, a bit terrified herself.

He looked as if he was about to say something, as if there was anything he could say. And she wanted to hear him out.

But instead, at human speed, she ran like hell.


Kol didn't chase after her when she ran from him. Instead he took Mikael's shock to his favor and snapped his neck like he had seen him set to do to Klara.

In the next second, everyone joined him at his side.

"Mikael." Niklaus growled in hated.

Kol couldn't pry his eyes off the spot Klara was just standing.

She was alive?

Kol's mouth hung open in relief and utter confusion. He had killed her, yet there she is running...from him.

Niklaus turned to where he heard her running and flashed to stand in front of her.

Kol could hear and see the scene from where he stood. Meaning he could see the look on Nik's face when he saw who stood before him. It was clear that his brother had expected some girl he couldn't place the name of, yet would label her as food. He couldn't have been further from the truth.

Klara crashed into his chest, not expecting him to be standing there. Nik caught her with ease by her arms, which Kol was grateful for.

"Klara?" He gasped, hardly above a whisper.

Instead of hugging him or relaxing in his grasp like Kol had expected, Klara squirmed around.

"No! Let me go! Let me go!" She cried until she fell to the ground, scooting away from him.

Everyone else remained speechless as Klara tried to back away as far as she could from Niklaus.

"Don't kill me..." she pleaded with more fear than a majority of their recent kills.

Kol bowed his head as he understood why she tried to desperately get away. Klara knew what they were. Bloodthirsty monsters. And because of that, Kol had ripped her heart out then buried her. Why wouldn't she be afraid?

He soon took notice that she wasn't wearing the same dress he had torn when he threw her against a tree and punched his fist through her chest. This one looked as if it cost more than anything they had ever bought her. A beautiful, crimson red dress. It suited her well. She looked stunning as always. But she was supposed to be dead in a shallow grave. How was it that she stood here now, looking like nothing less then a goddess?

"Klara, I-I would never harm you..." Niklaus tried, holding his hands out in front of him as if that'd calm her.

"Leave me alone!" She cried, turning around and running again. This time Elijah stood before her. Still, she tried to run in another direction until finally she ended up crashing right into Kol himself.

Not wanting her to fall again, Kol caught her with a hand at her lower back, and her hands on his chest. Unlike how she reacted with everyone else, Klara froze in his arms. The look of pure terror etched across her face was enough to break his heart into a million pieces, because he was the cause of it. He never wanted to harm, more the less kill her. She had every right to fear him, and he couldn't blame her for that.

Kol had tears in his eyes as he stood there with Klara in his arms.

She tried, unsuccessfully, to blink back her tears, "Are you going to kill me-?" She choked out in a hoarse voice, almost saying 'again.'

They never broke eye contact for a second as they both stood there, basking in their own fear. Her blue orbs bore into him. He didn't trust himself to speak, but he tried to anyways, "N-No." and he meant it. He'd rather tear out his own liver with his bare hands before laying another hand on her. The pain and guilt from the first and only time was enough to make him want to do that anyways.

Klara's eyes studied his face for any sign of a lie for what felt like hours. Out of all the eyes he could feel staring at him, hers were the only ones that mattered at the moment. The only ones that were making him feel like his head was spinning.

If he didn't technically need to breath, why was he finding it so difficult to right now?

He was holding her. Not even twenty four hours ago was he holding her heart, now she was alive and in his arms. Frankly, Kol didn't care how she was even here, because he got to look into her bright blue eyes again. He could touch her again. This wasn't an illusion or a bittersweet dream. No, this was real. She was real. She was here.

Klara stared at him until tears of her own formed in her eyes. Kol would do anything to keep her from shedding another tear. He would spend the rest of his time protecting her from harm just so she would smile again. Slowly she turned around in his arms until he was forced to let her go.

With her head hung low, she whispered, "I'm sorry."

It hurt him to hear the pain in her voice. Just to think, she would have ran into his arms and wrapped herself around him in joy if he hadn't killed her. He doesn't even remember wanting to kill her or driving his hand through her chest. It wasn't fair.

"How is this possible?" Rebekah cried, "You died! Kol watched as you were dragged away!"

Kol stood there, hoping Klara did not tell them the truth. That he killed her. Although he desperately wanted to hear how she was even alive.

"Unless...they never killed you?" Elijah came to realize. Nobody had to ask because clearly she was alive. But someone had killed her and it wasn't those men.

In a small voice, she mumbled, "No."

Kol could see the gears turning in his siblings' heads at the news that after three years, Klara was alive.

"Klara...what happened?" Niklaus hesitantly asked, so not to set her off and she'd run again.

He heard Klara sniffle as she started to silently cry. Without another word, Nik walked up to her. When he was close enough, Klara jumped up to wrap her arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. In return, Niklaus wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. Kol would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous that Niklaus got to hug her before he did, even if he didn't deserve it.

Nik ran his hand up and down her back in a soothing manner and whispered that she'd be ok in her ear. Klara's sobs tore at everyone's heart. She didn't deserve this pain.

After a few minutes, Klara pulled away with a tear stained face and cried, "What's wrong with me?"

At that, a few tears fell down Kol's face. This was his fault. He was the cause of her tears. This was his doing. And he hated himself for it.

Unfortunately, nobody got the chance to answer before Mikael gasped loudly behind them.

Niklaus pushed Klara behind him, standing protectively in front of her. He held onto her wrist though, in case she tried to run again. Nobody wanted to lose her again.

Mikael's glare bore into Nik as if one look would be enough to kill him.

"Father." Kol sneered, angry that he tried to harm Klara.

"Kol," Mikael met Klara's fear-filled eyes, "Defending your damsel?"

"I doubt she needs defending. Although I have very creative ways of trying, if you don't mind me demonstrating." Elijah had to pull him back before he tried to attack Mikael again.

Kol reluctantly went to stand by Rebekah's side, sparing a quick glance at Klara. For a second their eyes met, and Kol felt his heart melt as a small smile graced his lips. God, was she beautiful. Unfortunately, her attention was brought back to the stand off in front of her. Why did that hurt so bad?

"Leave, Father. You are out numbered." Elijah warned.

Mikael chuckled at that, "Oh, my son. Do you think that I fear the lot of you or your werewolf siblings?" He growled with disgust.

Siblings?

Kol shot a look to Klara in shock. She only looked down, not meeting anyone's eyes. Before Klara told had them the story about her parents and how she was part werewolf, she made them swear not to tell Mikael. After all the trouble, she wouldn't just go and blab to him about the truth. Would she?

"How do you-"

"Know about Klara?" He finished for Elijah, "She...enlightened me on her little secret earlier."

"Yeah, that's the word you'd use." Klara mumbled with as much sarcasm as she could muster.

Niklaus nudged her to keep her from angering him further.

Klara gave a quick glance to Kol with a knowing look that confirmed his suspicions. The look in her eyes told him that she didn't tell Mikael anything, not willingly at least.

"Leave them be, Father. It is I you want, not them." Nik tried to protect, "Not Klara."

"Ah, but that is where is you are wrong, Niklaus. You see, it was never my intention to harm Klara. Truth be told, she was always my favorite. But she," he stepped closer with every word, "Rebekah, Elijah, Kol, Finn, you...my wife. You all lied to me. Betrayed me!" When Mikael got close enough that Klara tried to step back, Elijah stood in his path. Mikael glared at his son, before he chuckled darkly.

"We hid the truth from you because of your temper. You would never allow Klara to live under your roof, or call her your daughter if you knew of her true nature."

"Perhaps." Mikael agreed

Kol once again turned to Klara who was struggling to be released from Nik's hold on her wrist. She wasn't trying to run away from him. It looked as if she wanted to step in front of him. To get closer to Mikael.

"Or perhaps," he continued, "I would have mercilessly slaughtered her within the second."

Furious, Elijah swung at Mikael, but he caught his hand before it could meet his face. In one swift movement, he flipped him so Elijah's back was against him then snapped his neck.

Niklaus let go of Klara's arm to charge after Mikael in rage. Mikael reacted quickly and pushed him back, causing him to soar through the air.

Kol pulled Rebekah back, closer towards Klara and stood protectively by their side. He took notice that Klara was no longer cowering in fear, but seething in rage. He put a hand on her shoulder and she flinched ever so slightly, "Klara, love, calm down." She acted as if he hadn't said anything at all and continued to stare at Mikael, Niklaus, and now Finn fighting. Kol was about to join, but first he wanted to make sure she was ok. "Klara?"

The harsh winds made leaves fall around them and Klara's hair fly back, away from her face. She was a goddess. If Kol was still a witch, he was sure he would've felt magic in the air. The look on Klara's face made him believe she was using her magic since she couldn't control her rage. Emotions can fuel a witches power. Right now Klara has a lot of that.

"Klara!" He pulled her so she was facing him. Reluctantly she brought her attention to him. "Calm yourself. Breath. Before you do something regretful." He warned, hoping to calm her frantic nerves.

She looked up at him in shock and dare he say fear. Fear of him and what she did with her magic. She lost control. He was used to watching her do magic, but never lose control so quickly.

Before he could react, Klara pushed his arms away with a strength he didn't know she possessed, and ran over to the fight. She stopped before reaching them and put a hand out towards Mikael. In seconds, he dropped to the floor, clutching his head in pain. Then, to Kol's astonishment and amusement, Mikael's arm slowly set on fire. Flesh began to burn as he tried to put the flames out with no avail.

"Dare not touch my family, you bastard."

Without another word, Klara used her magic to throw Mikael through the air. He landed against a tree, with a branch through his chest. She temporarily killed him.

Niklaus, being the one facing her, gasped once he looked up to her. "Klara..."

Curious as to why his brother would look so stunned with one look at her, Kol slowly made his way to Klara and stepped in front of her.

Red, demonic eyes, veins, and fangs. She was like them. He was right. She wasn't human.

Her future? Her happiness? All gone. She was dead, or undead. He killed her and now she's been reborn as a monster. He single handily doomed her to a fate worse than death. It was his fault; again. All he has done to protect her, even murdering that bloke Carter Bentley, and in the end he was the one to do her the most harm.

Kol's chest ached with regret and sympathy for what she'll face.

In a flash, she was gone once more. And this time, Kol crumbled to the ground.

He ruined her.

"Klara, wait!" He heard Nik call after her, but he made no move to get up or even look in their direction. Kol felt numb for what he did to her. What's wrong with me? She had cried minutes ago because of him.

God if she hated him, he wouldn't blame her. A part of him hated himself too.


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I'll try to have chapter 13 out hopefully sometime next week. No promises though :)