Klaus dialed his sister's phone number for the tenth time since he arrived at the plantation house.
"Rebekah." He said as she did not answer. "I know you aren't familiar with this new technology." He went on, annoyed. "But when you see my name on the phone, you pick it up." He sighed as a young hybrid rushed awkwardly in his direction.
"Sir." the hybrid said shyly. "There's a man at the door." the poor thing was shaking. "They said his name is Mikael."
Klaus chuckled. "Well, I must not keep my father waiting, then." he strolled after the hybrid, a victorious smile stamped on his face.
"There you are!" Klaus called cheerfully, as he strolled into the parlor and saw Rebekah standing next to a closed coffin. "I was thinking you'd miss our father's wake." he sighed, an enormous smile stamped on his face as his eyes stared at the coffin. "I've planned this for over a thousand years, you know." He muttered darkly, pressing his hand against the coffin. "Mikael's funeral..." a sad light passed through his face, all traces of victory erased.
"Where are our brothers?" Rebekah's voice trembled. She stared at the floor, unable to face her brother with her tearful red eyes.
Klaus shrugged. "I had Gloria put a spell in their room." He declared haphazardly. "It should keep any curious beings out of there." Klaus smiled at his sister. Though, his face soon became serious as he studied Rebekah's strange behavior.
"What's wrong?" He asked, moving closer to her.
Tears mapped her face. He gently touched her shoulder. She flinched. Klaus sighed.
"Bekah," he began in a soft, though reproaching tone. "If this is about Marcel—He didn't come after us—truly it's his—,"
"I know what you did." She blurted out, raising her eyes to meet her brother's. Rebekah's wrathful gazed fixed on Klaus.
He sighed, stepping back. "Rebekah, I—,"
"I believed you." her voice was a dreadful whisper. "For a thousand years, I stood by you." She shouted, tears plagued her eyes. "Not Elijah, not anyone, but me!"
Klaus stared at his sister in shock. He opened and closed his mouth. "Rebekah," he began uncertainly, "If this—Stefan wasn't all that —,"
"You lied to me!" Rebekah shouted, sobs threatening to cut her breath. "For years I blamed him when, when," she raised her hand, revealing the blood-stained dagger. "When you killed her..." she stepped forward, rage devouring her breath. "Our own mother!"
"Rebekah." A gasp left Klaus' lips as he stared at his sister.
She took off the dagger, was all he could think. Klaus pushed open the coffin. It was empty. With shaking knees, he grabbed his sister's arms.
"Where is he?" He yelled in despair.
She did not answer. She had her eyes fixed on the floor. Pain and rage contorted her face. Klaus shock her.
"Tell me!" he felt tears clouding his vision. "I'll forgive you—just tell me—," he lied, desperation emptying his mind. "Where is he, Bekah?" his voice was an unsteady whisper.
"I'm sorry, Nik." she muttered, shaking her head. Sobs took over her breath.
"You're not my sister." Klaus whispered in anger.
Rebekah glanced at her brother. With a swift move, Klaus steals the dagger from her. He carved it in his sister's chest, as tears fell from his eyes.
His sister's skin slowly turned gray. Rebekah's body made a dry sound as it hit the ground. Klaus stared at her, breathing heavily. He blinked and cleaned his face before glancing at the coffin again. Klaus sighed, as move to put his sister in the empty coffin.
The sudden realization he was not alone made him halt. He glanced around to see his hybrids. At least a hundred of them were trying to crawl into the parlor.
"What is this—," he asked, trying desperately to compose himself.
A howl scream left his lips as he felt an unexpected pain in his chest. The swarm of hybrids jumped on him, pushing Klaus closer to the open door. He ripped some of them apart, but more kept coming. With his back to the door, Klaus stared wrathfully at the wall of hybrids, which stood between him and the rest of the house. All of them had some improvised weapons.
Klaus chuckled bitterly. "Is this all you have?" He barked.
A few daring hybrids exchanged looks and stepped closer to him.
"Don't touch him!" A voice called from behind Klaus. "He's mine."
Klaus felt his knees almost giving in as he turned around. All the air in the world deserted his lungs. As he stared at his father, Klaus felt the wall of hybrids behind him, ready to push him out of the door.
"Hello, Niklaus." Mikael said with a smile as his gaze met Klaus'.
Klaus thought his voice had died in his throat. But soon found the hollow space in his chest was quickly being filled with rage. Klaus raised his chin as he stared into Mikael's terrifying blue eyes.
Tonight, the thought crossed the minds of both father and son, it will all be over…