Only a week and four days until the return of TVD, yay! Until then we can see what will unfold in this story. Just for information, in this story Klaus looks like Joseph Morgan so that everything will fit.

Oh, I do hope that you'll not hate me for this chapter. It's violent, it's dark and it's cruel, but it's also a vital aspect of the story and after you read it everything will be explained, don't worry.

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WELCOME TO THE FUNERAL PT. 2

(I own none of the characters, except Santiago)

Klaus.

There was something majestic about him, the way he moved, the way he walked. He wore a simple black coat, his hands stuck in the pockets, but he shone with authority. Most of all, he was a strange mixture of innocence and evil.

Damon knew that everyone, him included, was as if paralyzed. As old as he was, Klaus could be impossibly strong and quick. Glancing towards Elena, Damon's heart clenched. If things came to a fight, the odds were stacked against them. It didn't help that Elijah's supposed friends worshipped and feared Klaus simultaneously, like some people would worship a god.

It made everything worse.

For a moment, Klaus just stood silently and observed them all with a nonchalant smile and blue eyes.

The anticipation seemed to crackle in the air.

That moment Katherine chose to wake up. Damon winced as she groaned quietly and moved in his arms. This could be what would kill them all. But Klaus looked with mere curiosity at her as she wriggled free of Damon's grip and rubbed her neck where he had stuck her with the needle. She was about to say something when she saw Klaus.

"You."

The color drained from her face. With bottomless horror she stared at him and Damon realized they knew each other. Again, his stomach churned violently. Things weren't going at all how he had planned. Of course it had been so naïve of him to think that things would end happily. They never did.

"Katherine," Klaus said softly. His voice was quiet but everyone in the cave heard it, their hearts beating faster. Damon glanced at Elijah who looked like a corpse seeing his old friend.

Katherine's breathing was asthmatic. In desperation she grabbed at Damon's arm, tried to make him shield her. "Get me away from him… Damon, please. I'm sorry for whatever I did, Damon. Just don't… don't let him do anything to me."

Klaus laughed. "As if he can do anything. As if anyone can." His smile vanished and he gave every soul in the cave a razor-sharp look. "If anyone tries something ugly I promise that I won't let not one come out of this place alive. I've survived many assassinations throughout my life, and don't think that you will be able to take me on."

Damon saw Elijah clench his fists and felt a surge of elation. Just because Klaus was practically invincible, it didn't mean that they still didn't have a chance, no matter how tiny it was. If they wanted to, they could do it. He looked at Elena. He wanted it. They both deserved a better future.

"Katherine, come to me now," Klaus said almost longingly and reached out his arms towards the cowering vampire. Damon let his heart turn cold and pushed Katherine towards him, ignoring the shattered glance Katherine gave him. It had to be done. Besides, she deserved it after all the lives she had killed and destroyed. It was time for her to stop playing God and be crushed herself instead.

Klaus held her gently in his arms, it looked almost like a sign of a warmth and affection. Then Klaus looked straight at Elijah. "Where's the doppelganger," he said coldly.

A muscle in Elijah's jaw worked, but he pointed to the altar.

Elena. Damon felt the blood pounding in his ears. He wanted to move, but he was rooted to the ground. He was scared. And in that moment he saw what bound him to Elena. If someone cut those ribbons, neither of them could live.

"Perfect."

Klaus moved so fast, pulling Katherine with him, that it looked as if he appeared out of thin air beside the altar. Damon could see Elena wriggling, but she couldn't do anything.

And then someone in the cluster of vampires moved. It was a human with tanned skin and dark hair and Damon had a feeling there was something wrong with him. The human threw back his arm and something silvery flew through the air to Klaus in a perfect arc.

Klaus caught the dagger by the blade.

Damon couldn't move fast enough. Suddenly time warped, the seconds flew by too quickly. He had lost the ability to run.

"Damon, don't," Elijah shouted after him, but it was too late.

Klaus brought a stake from his pocket and with lethal speed plunged it into Katherine's heart. She frowned, as if wondering what had happened. Red bloomed over her chest and her eyes were full of disappointment and sorrow as she looked at Klaus one last time. Then they glazed over. She turned grey and sank to the ground. Klaus didn't bother to look at her twice. He turned to Elena.

And Damon tried to run as fast as he had never run before, used up every ounce of his energy for this vital leap, but deep down he knew it was too late.

Too late.

Klaus brought down the knife over Elena's heart. He heard the ripping sound of knife tearing clothes and killing hearts. Something ripped in him too.

The scent of Elena's blood grew thick in the air. She took a last few gulping breaths. Then she was gone too.

Damon couldn't stand it, he kept running, even though it was too late, even though there was no way to save her any longer.

Someone blocked his way and held him back. He fought but he couldn't free himself. He could just look at Elena there on the altar, her blood coloring the marble red. Again the world came crashing down on him. He couldn't believe she was dead, that she wasn't breathing, that he'd never talk to her again. It was like being told the sun would never more rise.

Klaus brought out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the dagger clean. Damon wanted to kill him with an intensity he had never felt before. But the person holding him didn't want to let go.

"I'll come back to you later," Klaus promised to Elena and Katherine, and swiftly jumped off the stage. Damon glimpsed a torch lying not very far away. If he could just reach it. And he'd penetrate Klaus' tar-dark heart, and relieve the world of one more evil.

Klaus didn't even look at him as he went past towards Elijah, who had lost some of his former confidence. Seeing Elena and Katherine be murdered so abruptly had obviously shaken him. And shattered his plan.

"I know everything," Klaus began, putting the dagger away and bringing forth the bloody stake, twisting it in his pale fingers. "Once again you've underestimated me. I cannot be won over, can't you finally understand that, Elijah? Besides, you are the one who betrayed me. Who kills a friend, honestly?"

Elijah didn't look scared – he looked angry. Damon hadn't never seen him so angry. There was so much hatred and contempt.

"You killed my wife."

Klaus shrugged. "And now I'll kill you."

And without a word he staked Elijah, who didn't even look bothered by it. He gave Klaus one last poisonous look. "Things won't end like this."

Damon saw him fall to the floor as well. It felt like he had been stabbed too. Why was this all happening? How could success turn so quickly into a bloodbath? Everything just went wrong. And Damon wanted nothing but to end this. Or he'd be crushed by the weight over him.

He looked around for Stefan, but didn't see him anywhere. His search became more desperate, more wild, until he found his brother.

Half in the dark, half in the light, Stefan lay facedown on the floor. He wasn't moving. Someone had killed him without Damon noticing.

It was enough. He couldn't take any more of the pain, he broke apart inside and that finally gave him the kick of energy that he needed. Tearing himself free, he grabbed the torch from the floor and rushed at Klaus.

Elena's and Stefan's murderer had to die, too.

He had to.

But Klaus easily gripped the end of the torch before it slammed into his chest and ripped it from Damon. And before Damon could do anything else, Klaus used the makeshift stake on him.

It was a funny feeling. Losing all connection to the heart. He was cold for a moment, then he was warm. Everything started to blur at the edges already. As he started to sink into that beautiful darkness he could just think about where he would come.

It was OK.

He'd be reunited with Elena and Stefan and there would be no problems, no threats and absolutely no more evil. They could be together. They didn't have to end with death.

The darkness was wonderful. There was no more fear or pain.

And in the distance he could already see the Light.

The sound of her own heart woke Elena up. She blinked, breathed. It felt as if she had awakened from a coma, or even death. Every movement she made seemed new and freshly discovered.

Impossible.

The cold stone floor that she lay on made her back ache, so slowly she sat up, stretched out her stiff limbs. Tried to remember what had happened before the nothing that came rolling over her. Brief memories flickered before her eyes, nothing caught. She saw a face before her eyes, torchlight, a name… then there was nothing, as if she had fallen asleep right that moment. In a book there would have been a blank page between then and now.

She brushed the dust off her silk dress and stood up, but froze again. Silk dress? That was not what she had been wearing, so much did she remember. Looking down, she saw that she was wearing a whirl of scarlet fabric that went even past her ankles.

The strange thing was that she at all could see it. In the darkness, there was a beam of light shining right at her. But when she looked for the source, she found none. Rubbing her temple, she groaned quietly. Nothing made sense. The pieces just didn't fit. How couldn't she remember the things that had happened before the… blackout? From where shone the light? Why was she wearing a red dress?

Then it was as if a light bulb was illuminated in her head. She remembered everything. Klaus, Katherine being killed, dying. It all came back to her in a wave. It was like a memory, but not quite. Somehow she had ended up in the same beginning that had led her to death.

She smiled. Suddenly she knew what to do.

Ah, puzzling to say the least.

I'm sorry it had to be played out so gruesomely, but don't fret – there might be hope for Damon, Stefan, Elijah yet! And the whole time-thing will be explained in the next chapter, if you haven't figured it out yourself already.

Yes, in this story Klaus is cruel and cold-hearted. I bet he will be such as in the series as well. And I SINCERELY hope that he won't be killed off immediately as all the other villains have been. He should stay around for as long as Katherine stayed round, a season or two, and make things interesting in Mystic Falls.

I'll update as soon as I can but tomorrow I have a full agenda so it might be that the update comes a little later.

Today's song – This Is Home (Switchfoot) Found it on my old mp3-player

Goodbye and good luck,

CheeseSwiss

P.S Why do I want to see a Harry Potter – movie all of a sudden?