No One's POV

"Hello love." Niklaus greets his best friend with a smile and expression that offers nothing except cold fire, like flint striking off metal and steel or a storm ready to destroy anything its path.

"Oh… Uh, hi there. Fancy seeing you here, Nik! Uh- so- uh- what are you guys doing here?" Brooklyn questions with the most innocent tone she could manage while her gaze shifted between the three Mikaelsons in attempts to figure out just how much they had heard.

"Oh well, you see, it's really quite simple, my Little Wolf. You were delayed getting home, and naturally Elijah and I became worried, so we figured we'd come and figure out what was holding you up. Finn followed us here… You know the ridiculous sire bond and all. But you know, I'm glad we did, because it just so happens we walked in on a very interesting little conversation between you and a certain Salvatore brother." Niklaus continues, stalking around his best friend like a predator on the hunt and sending a heated glare in Alaric and Damon's direction, a glare that could melt steel or possibly move a glacier.

"Yes. Naturally. How about nosey? And, well as you can see, I'm perfectly fine. Nothing here to worry about. Nope, nothing at all. And, I have dinner… And, I know how grumpy you get without food. Practically a monster. So, we should leave, yes? I think so too, great let's go." Brooklyn rushes out, grabbing Niklaus and Elijah's arm, attempting to pull them towards the door of The Grill.

However, her efforts were to no avail; Elijah and Niklaus held fast, like insurmountable mountains, and Brooklyn was the wind battering against them, her protests weak and useless. Even with her Alpha Wolf strength she could not take both of them on, nor could she risk her pack getting involved and getting killed or injured. Their anger was restrained as is, any trigger could set them off, like a hair pin on a grenade, or a spark ready to be set on a fire.

Brooklyn sighs, a heavy, resigned sort of sigh as if already resigning herself to the bloodshed that was to come and knowing that there was little she could do about it as she sees the ice, cold flint that lie in her best friend's gaze and the simmering and shifting boil that brewed in Elijah's.

"My patience is wearing thin, brother. You either help me or don't. But how about I start? How about this one, love?" Niklaus growls, suddenly flashing over to a random person and snapping their neck.

The screams and chaos started then and Brooklyn could only sigh again in resignation.

Elijah quickly flashed over to Damon and Alaric, thrusting his hand into Damon's chest, Alaric held in his other hand by the throat, while Niklaus streaked through the room in a blur, bodies falling in his wake, bloodied hearts, broken necks, missing limbs, and terror frozen in the eyes and facial features of every victim.

"Finn," Brooklyn demands, turning on Finn, realizing he was probably the only Original she could control, at least marginally.

"I forbid you from killing anyone." She growls dominantly, and for a brief second she almost believes Finn's going to challenge her, but he quickly thinks better of it, flashing over to join Elijah in torturing Damon and Alaric instead.

"Oh yes, that's much better!" Brooklyn snark sarcastically, throwing her hands up in the air exasperated.

"I once would have sided with you. I abhor my sibling's mindless, violent killings, and our monstrous nature." Finn growls, his face set in a hard line as he grips Alaric's arm.

"But I can understand their anger now. No one threatens my sire. Especially not arrogant, adolescent vampires and hunters." Finn growls, his wrist barely twitching before Alaric's arm breaks, Alaric letting out a groan and light scream of pain.

Gaping at Finn, open mouthed in a rather unattractive manner, Brooklyn stares at the Original she had unintentionally sired as if she had never seen him before, stunned at what just happened. For a moment, Brooklyn thinks she may have just hallucinated, or maybe she broke the eldest Mikaelson.

In another moment, Finn snaps Alaric's neck, tossing Alaric's body to the side as casual as if he was discussing theological matters or the weather.

"FINN MIKAELSON!" Brooklyn all but screaming at Finn, her blood boiling, vein in her forehead practically pulsating. "WHAT THE HELL!?"

"I followed your orders. I didn't kill him." Finn states plainly.

"You- you didn't- kill- I'm sorry- Did I hear you- You- He- You broke his neck!? How can he not be dead!?" Brooklyn looks exasperated and indignant, gaping at Finn's sudden lack of morals and belief he hadn't just completely disregarded what she had said, like a toddler that had gotten caught in the cookie jar but wasn't repentant in the slightest.

"His ring," Finn points out.

Eyes shifting to focus on a ring on Alaric's right hand, Brooklyn only sighs; the Gilbert ring, also known as the Invincibility Ring.

So, Finn had found a loophole. She wasn't certain if she was proud or wanted to strangle him.

"Okay… Well, thank you. For not killing him." Brooklyn manages to offer.

Finn simply returns to her side, evidently finished with the bloodshed and retribution he wanted to disburse, only for Brooklyn to now be keenly aware of the quietness of The Grill, Niklaus no longer flashing around the dining room on a murdering spree.

Thirty bodies of innocent bystanders were littered on the floor with random body parts and hearts surrounding the victims, Alaric was temporarily dead, and Damon's tortured screams of pain had also ceased, Elijah had relieved him of several vital organs, before snapping his neck.

Matt Donovan, resident Mystic Falls High Quarterback was not among the body count or even in the general vicinity of the dining room of The Grill, so that was either a really good sign or a really bad sign; Brooklyn was attempting to convince herself of the first thought.

"Where's Nik?" Brooklyn questions with a sense of unease or foreboding. "Oh shit."

"Niklaus!" Brooklyn screams, running outside only to come face to face with blazing, white, hot heat, and the smell of gasoline nearly sickening as black billows of smoke waft towards the sky and blazes of flames engulf Town Hall.

"Hello darling." Niklaus says, suddenly at his best friend's side, an innocent, yet clearly self- pleased look in his eyes. "Enjoying my handy work?"

"I- I'm sorry. Is that- Where did you- get gasoline? Did- did you just- set Town Hall on fire?" Brooklyn questions in stunned disbelief.

"Yes, and the Salvatore Boarding House, beautiful isn't it?" Niklaus says nonchalantly, giving Brooklyn a self-satisfied smirk.

"No. No it's not, Nik." Brooklyn deadpans.

"I could continue if you prefer." Niklaus offers, a glint in his eye, as if what he had begun had only started his taste for blood.

"I'm going for a drive." Brooklyn promptly announces. "You- you do whatever the hell you want… I certainly know I can't stop you." Brooklyn huffs, spinning on her heels and stomping towards her car.

"Brooklyn," Elijah appears at Brooklyn's side, his body imposing as he crowds closer to his mate as if to ascertain her well-being or emotions.

"Elijah," Brooklyn sighs. "It's fine. I'm fine. I just need to take a drive. I'll see you back at the mansion."

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