'What is this feeling of power and drive I've never known? I feel alive! Where does this feeling of power derive, making me know why I am live? Like the night, it's a secret, sinister dark and unknown. I do not know what I seek, yet I'll seek it alone. I have a thirst that I cannot deprive. Never have I felt so alive. There is no battle I couldn't survive, feeling like this, feeling alive! Like the moon an enigma, lost and alone in the night. Damned by some heavenly stigma but blazing with light. It's the feeling of being alive. Filled with evil, but truly alive! It's the truth that cannot be denied.'- Alive (Jekyll and Hyde the Musical Soundtrack)
The room was lit by light creeping in between the heavy folds of the dark velvet drapes that were pulled over the window making the room garish. The dim gray light shadowed the grotesque and ghastly figures with carved teeth and gleaming feral eyes made from precious gems. Their surfaces were cracked and curled with rusty colors of red appearing as blood coating their bodies making them appear all the more frightening. The uncomfortably decorated room had little to no effect on its single occupant. The creeping darkness held back by the small sliver of gray light did not bother them seeming at home in the shadows. Instead, the ghastly surroundings seemed to comfort them.
If one were to look more closely through the dark they would find that not only did that person feel comfortable but they belonged in such an environment. The lone figure of a woman sat in the silent darkness her skin beyond pale, almost sickly white while her raven hair twisted into knots and braids to hang haphazardly down her back. Her eyes were closed to her surroundings smudged with dark shades of purple make up and black liner. Her red lips moved with her mumbling to herself, the words impossible to discern to any listening ears, sounding as nothing more than breathy sounds.
Suddenly the silence was broken by the loud incessant knocking at the door. Without moving from her current position with her eyes still closed the woman waved her hand through the air sending the door flinging open from across the room at her biding. With the door open a man's figure stepped into the garish room.
"You've bought me what I asked for?" the woman finally spoke her voice harshly accented and scratchy.
"My brother did well," the man's voice answered nonchalantly a hint of arrogance touched his words.
"Too frightened to do the deed yourself?" the woman laughed the scratch to her voice making the sound of nails across a chalk board. "I must admit I did find it strange that you came to me," she spoke again in observation waving her hand once more to shut the door from across the room. "It was only days ago that you were interested in the Gilbert girl. I am curious as to what has caught your attention so greatly that you would come to me for this spell."
"It's a matter of life and death for my family and myself. Matters concerning Elena unfortunately fall at a lesser priority at the moment," he answered drawing closer across the room his eyes observing his surroundings with a less than impressed eye.
"Ahhh," the woman sighed in comprehension seeming to find much more in his answer than he had actually spoken of. "So this new interest of yours is of immortal blood. No wonder you sent Elijah after her. It would have been troublesome had she managed to get her own blood into yours with the mixture being as deadly as it is."
The woman spoke in such a knowing manner even as a deep chuckle of pure enjoyment erupted from deep within her chest.
"Damn you witch!" the man suddenly cursed his temper spiking at her insulting laughter. "Don't you think I know that? Why do you think I called on you?"
"The need for fine company?" the witch smiled back her eyes still closed to the man before her and completely uncaring of the flare of temper.
Her joke apparently was not appreciated as his low growl filled the room and he stepped threateningly closer although the move went unnoticed to her blank eyes.
"Did your family not wipe the immortals out ages ago?" she asked curiously as if she had not heard his warning growl.
"Unfortunately a few seemed to have gotten past us," he answered attempting to calm himself as he spoke to her. "We plan to fix that before she gets away from us again."
"Or decides to get close enough to kill you herself," the witch observed speaking for him.
"Yes," he sighed in agreement. "There is that as well."
The man's tall figure drew closer still through the darkness before leaning down to place a single vile filled with red liquid on the table before the woman. The ting sound of the glass vile being set on the table brought a satisfied sigh from the woman's lips. For the first time her eyes opened revealing unseeing white eyes that seemed to glow as if they were of a cat in the darkness. Reaching out her fingers grasped the glass vile her finger tips stroking the smooth glass almost lovingly.
"If she is indeed immortal than this blood is all the more precious."
Her fingers continued to stroke the glass of the vile as she un-stoppered it to hold it up to her nose breathing in its scent deeply.
"It's strange- the immortal blood," she continued replacing the stopper and glancing up at him unseeing but her stare none the less direct. "Powerful if drank but one drop in your blood stream you would shrivel up to dust."
"Elijah said it tasted heavenly when he took it from her," he agreed lamentably. "You remember what we discussed than?"
"I wonder Niklaus what it is about this girl that frightens you so," the witch spoke completely dismissing Klaus' question her voice low and wicked. "Death seems such a waste for such a precious commodity. Why not just take possession of her? A pet to feed on to heighten your power whenever you wish.," as she spoke the witch seemed to relish the thought of the bloodshed and captivity of the immortal girl she spoke of having no care of the depravity of it all. "Did you and your family not hunt them down before? Would it really be such trouble to capture and keep her?"
"Yes but now she's fallen under the protection of the Salvatore brothers makes that tactic a little more difficult. With their dislike of me makes their union all the more dangerous," he pointed out matter of factly sitting back in the chair beside hers. "Her blood will not be wasted. Once dead we will take her blood so that it can be drunk properly without the risk."
"Who has a liking for you Niklaus?" the witch laughed rolling her eyes. "That hasn't stopped you in the past."
It was true but far too risky. Klaus had every intention of ensuring that little Ms. Immortal Mila Crosse didn't escape from him again. Whether he gained the power from drinking her blood or not the danger she posed would be extinguished once and for all. Then he would be able to concentrate on his reason for coming to Mystic Falls in the first place.
"She should have kept running and perhaps she would've had longer to live."
"Shame," the witch sighed in defeat at his decision.
"Mab!" Klaus barked drawing the witch from her pouting at the thought of losing the blood for all time once its source was ended. His loud harsh voice did nothing but bring her attention to him without even a flinch. "So what I asked for will be done?" Klaus asked yet again.
"Do not fret it will be done," she chuckled pocketing the vile smiling blinding up at Klaus.
"The potion I will make once in her system will eat away at the girl's life just as her blood would do if mixed with your blood," she informed him in wicked delight. "Oh how I wish I could see the ensuing pain. It will undoubtedly be spectacular."
The revealing of the deadly plan seemed to elicit a great deal of pure enjoyment from the thought. To most others it would be completely unsettling but the woman instead wanted to reveal in the pain she could inflict. The madness of the blind witch was obvious.
"In exchange for this favor," Mab began off handedly before Klaus cut her off with a loud irritated growl.
"You're alive that is favor enough!" In his temper her rose from his seat ready to pounce on the creature that had dared offend him, assuming she had the power to order him about.
Suddenly candles that had been lined across the room flashed on a cold drafty wind blowing around them even as the windows remained closed. Mab looked up at Klaus with a steady gaze seeming to see everything.
"Don't be foolish!" Mad yelled over the wind pushing a gust that sent Klaus flying back into his chair without allowing him the opportunity to stand again, keeping him down with invisible chains. "My power rivals that of any normal witch! Don't think that I can't do some damage to you myself Niklaus or you will be sorely disappointed,
Seeing that he was about to lose what he had come there seeking Klaus stood where she'd set him and simple asked...
"What did you have in mind?"
"I want a share in the girl's blood," Mab answered calmly allowing the winds to disperse and candles to extinguish seeing she'd won his consideration for her request. "Once she is dead the blood that is drained will be all there is and I intend to get a share for my troubles."
Klaus was reluctant to make the agreement not knowing what the witch had planned for such a special substance. Even more was that the more he took for himself the more powerful he could be while the more others possessed meant more danger for any of the Originals. However, feeling that Mab was of little worry to him knowing she rather enjoyed him for the mayhem he could cause to others Klaus felt he had little to worry in terms of danger from her.
"Very well Mab," Klaus sighed in agreement reaching out to take her hand to seal the deal. "You drive a hard bargain."
"Yet you keep returning for my help," Mab shot back chuckling causing Klaus to laugh as well.
Nodding in understanding only for himself Klaus rose from his seat and turned to leave her to finish her job. He only managed a few steps before her cackle of a voice calling to him stopped him in his tracks.
"Do not underestimate the girl Niklaus!"
"Are you doubting your powers?" Klaus asked spitefully intentionally insulting her for the insults she'd bestowed upon him since his arrival in her home.
"No never," she sniffed in return as if it were the most obvious thing in the world to all. "I only doubt that she is as defenseless on her own as you seem to think."
Mab stood her lacey purple and black dress draped her body swishing silently about her legs as she moved expertly maneuvering her way through the furnished room. Now she stood directly before Klaus her blind eyes seeing all as she looked up at him.
"Don't underestimate the one with the blue eyes," she warned not even knowing exactly who she spoke of but Klaus understood perfectly.
"I didn't ask for your predictions," Klaus sighed not taking her seriously and growing weary of her continued presence. "Damon will be no trouble," he added completely assured of his ability to handle the Salvatore brothers and take care of his problems concerning Mila while avoiding much interference from either of them.
"They are not predictions Klaus and you best consider that," Mab warned in all seriousness all joking falling away. "It is simply what I see. Consider that emotions can give a great deal of unexpected power- even more in love."
With those final words the door flung open behind Klaus awaiting his departure. With nothing more to say for himself Klaus stepped away only turning his back once out the door. Once more Mab's voice called to him.
"Come back tomorrow and I will have what you ask."
The door shut behind him announcing the finality of the conversations end. Klaus walked back into the night soothed by the thought that soon everything will be in his power again. Soon Mila would fall at his feet and she would no longer be a danger. Soon no one- not even the Salvatore's would be able to stand in the way of his goals. Breathing in deeply of the night air Klaus felt that there was nothing more satisfying then victory no matter the costs it may take either side- as long as he remained standing in the end.
Some of his acquaintance though him mad- sinister- heartless and even damned; and perhaps he was all. Still, he preferred to see himself as practical in terms of survival. All the fun never failed to invigorate him. Smiling to himself he disappeared into the darkness leaving Mab to her work to rejoin his family in their current home.
AN: yes I know SURPRISE! Really early update.
I started typing and realized while I was looking at my notes that this might do better separated from the rest of the chapter I'd planned. First, it would run long and second, draw attention away from either this part or the next so better to separate them. So- I did. Think of it as an introduction chapter to part 2 or the story since I do think of it as the second part.
I ended up writing this entire chapter in my Shakespeare class...I got really bored today. I chose this song for the chapter because I felt it was a good portrayal of the evil side of Klaus (yes I am kind hard pressed to dislike him sometimes in the show because I feel bad for him and want him and Caroline to get together cause she may be like Elena is for Damon...plus sometimes I just feel so sad for him). Still I'll probably never write him as a good guy I am too entranced by Damon lol
It's from Jekyll and Hyde the musical...awesome and totally underrated by the way with three of my all time favorite musical songs. (Yes I have a ranked list)
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P.S.
Who wanted to kill Jeremy from his interruption last week's episode? Didn't see this newest one yet...stupid work meeting.