Kane Mikaelson - Baby Mikaelson
Damon poured himself an ounce of bourbon from the parlor, though it was only the mid morning.
Kane sat in the kitchen, still conflicted in his own emotions, not quite determined what to think of his encounter with his father.
Damon's phone rang, interrupting any chance he would've had to think.
"You're interrupting my drink." Damon said, answering the call.
"You miss me?" A very feminine voice came from the other side of the phone, and Kane immediately knew who it was.
"Katherine." Damon said. "Where are you?"
"Oh, lurking outside your window, pining away at the view."
"What do you want?"
"I'm homesick. Tell me what I've missed."
Kane scoffed. She was clearly up to something, because she wouldn't have called Damon to talk about what was going on in Mystic Falls.
Damon gave her the short rundown of the events that had occurred since Katherine left.
"And what about you? Now that you've given up on your brother, this is your chance to make a move on Elena."
"I haven't given up on him. I just don't know where he is."
"Mmm." Katherine mumbled, doubting him.
"But you do." Damon said. "Are you trailing them?"
"A hybrid who wants me dead and a sidekick that's off the rails? I couldn't be farther away."
Damon scoffed.
"Which means you know exactly where they are."
"All I know is that Klaus wants answers for why his hybrids didn't work."
"How?"
"Spend five hundred years running, there will be a few people along the way that are looking out for you.
"Is that what you're doing?" Damon asked, doubtful.
"Maybe. I'm conflicted." Katherine said sarcastically.
"Where are they?"
Kane tuned out of the phone call. He didn't want an answer to that question. He didn't want to know where to look.
Damon left the house shortly after, and Kane had zero desire to follow, which Damon knew full well why. For a few more hours, Kane walked around the large Salvatore mansion, drinking, thinking, before he decided to go out.
Wandering around the town, he eventually settled into the Mystic Grill.
He wasn't planning on staying very long, but by his third ounce of whiskey, the dim lights of the bar and the consistent banging of billiard balls, the bar was sounding more appealing than going home.
Kane turned to the pool table and recognized the girl playing as the one that had approached him the first night here.
Her aura alone had almost made him flip his switch.
Kane grabbed his glass and made his way up to the pool table.
He sat in one of the bench chairs that lined the railing.
The girl looked up at him from her shot.
He smiled, and she glared at him, turning away and taking her shot.
"Do you wanna play a game of pool?" Kane asked, remembering the question she'd asked him.
"I thought you didn't have time for desperate teenage girls like me?" She asked sarcastically.
Kane shrugged.
"Maybe I'm the desperate one tonight." She tried to cover up her laugh.
"Then I guess I don't have any time for desperate teenage boys."
"Good thing I'm not a teenager, then."
She looked up at him.
"Don't tell me you didn't already know." Kane said. "I smelled the wolf on you the minute I walked in the door that night."
She kept a straight face, but he could hear her heartbeat speed up.
"I don't know what you're taking about." She said.
"You're telling me that Tyler Lockwood didn't pay you to come find out if I was Klaus?"
"How do you know about that? If you're not him." She asked, realizing she wasn't hiding much from him.
"I have a very keen sense of smell." Kane said. "And werewolves are rather potent."
She stared at him for awhile, and Kane smiled.
"Let's start over. I wasn't in the best place the first night we met, I'd like a do-over."
He smiled, and stood up.
"My name is Kane Mikaelson." He said, gesturing for her to introduce herself.
She smiled, staring at him, and then let out a light laugh.
"Kayleigh Fell."
"Fell?" Kane asked. "As in the founding family, Fell's?"
"What, you thought Tyler Lockwood would just ask some totally innocent girl to approach the suspected oldest most dangerous supernatural in the world?"
Kane smiled at her sarcasm.
"Well, I suppose when you put it like that."
"Are you in relation to the said supernatural? Since you said your last name was Mikaelson?" She asked, shooting back at him.
"Are you going to run away if I say yes?"
"That depends. Should I be concerned about you if you say yes?" Kane laughed lightly.
"No, you're good. I'm not famished."
She looked a little off-put for a second, and then seemed to catch onto his joke.
"As for your question." Kane said. "Yes, that would be my father."
Her face paled lightly, Kane could see even in the darker light.
"But don't worry. I'm much younger than he is."
She laughed again, and Kane felt much better, hoping she wasn't quite so scared of him.
"So, no offense, what are you then, if you're Klaus' son? A vampire, or a werewolf? Or are you just...an immortal human?"
He raised an eyebrow at her, wondering if it was going to freak her out more if she told him.
"I'm both." He said honestly. "A hybrid, is what we call it. When we met, I had my humanity off, like I'm sure you're aware vampires can do."
"Yes, being friends with the supernatural in this town has some perks." Kane smiled at her.
"I turned it on more recently, so you're pretty safe around me, anyways. I can't say the same for the rest of the vampires in this town."
"Oh, so we've met twice and now you think I'm just going to trust you over the people I've known much longer?" She put one of her hands on her hips sarcastically.
"I'm just giving some general advice. Us vampire types, usually pretty nasty when we're hungry. Kind of like the typical human girlfriend."
She laughed at his joke.
"I think you were supposed to add a 'no offense' to that."
"Oh, no, full offense intended. Although, unless you're dating Tyler Lockwood, I don't see anybody that might be suffering that tragedy."
"If you're trying to find a subtle way to ask if-"
"No." Kane cut her off. "I don't date. And I especially don't date innocent humans. My lifestyle, it's a worse tragedy than having a hungry girlfriend." It came out pretty harsh in the light-nature of their conversation, so Kane added a casual "no offense" a second later. But Kayleigh smiled anyways.
"That's very selfless of you; sacrificing your happiness for the benefit of the human population here. I almost wish Stefan had thought that way too."
Kane laughed lightly.
"Stefan and I have very different views on nearly everything."
Kayleigh looked behind Kane for a second, and then down at her phone.
"Hey, I actually hate to cut this off, because I was almost enjoying myself in the presence of a supernatural death machine, but my curfew is in 10 and it's going to take me 15 to get home."
Kane checked his own phone.
"You're a teenager with a curfew?"
"I'm an only child in a house of particularly controlling parents, so yes."
"Alright, well, see you around?"
"Maybe, if you get so lucky." She said with a smile, and walked past him, brushing the air in his personal space.
Kane Mikaelson - Baby Mikaelson
Kayleigh and Kane spent the next three days hanging out at the bar while Damon and Elena were off doing God knows what. Kane even ran into Alaric once, but luckily he didn't ask what Kane was up to.
Nearing the end of their third day together, Kane thought about doing a particularly dangerous thing, one that he really wouldn't do if it were anybody else.
"Do you want to go to dinner sometime?" Kane asked her, picking a pocket to shoot the 8-ball for his last shot.
She looked up at him from where he was planning to shoot.
"What happened to you not dating innocent humans?"
Kane shrugged with a smile.
"Maybe I've reconsidered."
She smiled at him.
"You make this shot, and I'll go to dinner with you."
"And what if I don't?"
Kayleigh shrugged.
"Alright. Top right pocket." Kane said, and took the shot.
The ball hit the corner edge of the pocket and spun out against the edge, teasing to go over and drop into the pocket.
But it didn't drop in.
Kane let out a stressed breath.
"Well, I suppose that settles that."
"Maybe." Kayleigh said. "How about, if I sink the ball, I take you to dinner?" Kane smiled at her, absorbing her soft looking fair-colored skin, the freckles that covered her nose and spread sparsely across her cheeks, and her clear, light blue eyes.
"We have a deal." He agreed.
Kayleigh lined up her own shot.
"Top right." She said.
And all she had to do was tap the ball in order to get it to sink, but unfortunately for her, the que ball dropped in behind the 8-ball, cancelling out her shot.
"Looks like neither of us won." Kane said.
"I didn't say I had to win." Kayleigh joked. "I just said if I sink the ball."
Kane laughed.
"What a bloody joke." He said. "You didn't really just do that to me."
"Hey, after a couple hundred years of being alive, you're still falling for petty teenage jokes."
"Are you calling me old, Ms. Fell?" Kane joked, setting the pole down and closing some of the space between them.
Kayleigh backed up, laughing, and Kane caught her around the waist.
"I may have done something of the sort." She laughed. "But if it makes you feel any better, you are the nicest looking old person I have ever met."
"Careful there." Kane said, pulling her a little closer to him. "That almost sounds like a compliment."
"It is nothing of the sort." Kayleigh said, her voice getting a little lower in their proximity.
"Of course not." Kane said, lowering his own voice.
They stared at each other, her light blue eyes staring into his icy blue-green ones.
And as much as Kane wanted to kiss her in that moment, he was, in fact, a supernatural death machine.
He moved away before he got too absorbed in the moment.
Kayleigh cleared her throat as Kane turned away from her.
"Saturday night?" Kane asked her, still not looking at her.
"Sure." She agreed, not looking at him.
"Perfect. I'll see you then." Kane said, and took off.
Kane spent the rest of the afternoon walking around the Salvatore house with a glass of whiskey in his hand, thinking about what he'd gotten himself into, and why he'd tried so hard to prevent this in the first place.
And then his phone buzzed on the table in the parlor, already agitating him by interrupting him. He sighed at the sight of the caller ID.
"For somebody who loves to dance in circles around Klaus, Katherine, you sure do call an awful lot."
"I noticed you weren't with Damon and Elena on their mission to rescue Stefan out here. Just wanted to make sure they hadn't killed you."
Kane almost appreciated the fact that she didn't tell him where she was, or where Damon and Elena had gone.
"They didn't kill me. I just have no reason to keep looking for someone who doesn't want me to find him."
Katherine sighed.
"You always did deserve better than Klaus as a father, Kane. I'm glad you're finally seeing that. You know, if you ever wanted to, I spent five hundred years running from Klaus, I intend to spend several hundred more. You could come along."
Kane finished his glass of whiskey, irritation bubbling in his chest.
"I'm not running from him, Katherine, I'm just not running toward him. You should not be glad that it's happening, either. Klaus was the only thing I had. And you should recognize that he has let you live this long, because he finds the prospect of fear much more fun than simply killing you. It wouldn't have taken much for him to find you, and he definitely had the motivation, after you killed Emily and ruined the only chance his son had at a halfway normal life." Kane finished, ending the phone call before she could get a word in edgewise.
He slammed the phone back down on the table and went upstairs, taking the whole bottle of whiskey with him.
The days before Saturday went by fast, and before Kane knew it, he was standing in his bedroom, milking another bottle of whiskey, feeling like he was drinking way too much in the last couple of weeks.
It was well into Saturday night, and while Kane was showered, that was about as far as he'd made it. He wanted to go to dinner, he knew that he did, but he was warring in his head over what this would do to him, or what it would do to Kayleigh.
Kane hadn't had a girlfriend since Katherine in the 1990's. And that hardly counted, considering his humanity had been off and they had been a little more than sex friends.
And in that case, his last real girlfriend was in 1939, and into the 40's, during World War II.
Mystic Falls, 1941
Kane laid in one of the guest bed's of the Salvatore house. His room was currently in the process of being remodeled, so he wasn't able to stay in there.
He ran his fingers through Meredith's hair, her head on his bare chest, the covers swaddled around the two of them.
She was tracing light circles on his chest, occasionally outlining one of his tattoos.
His fingers left her hair and ran down the back of her slip dress.
She inclined her head slightly to meet his eyes.
He moved his hand back up to her hair, lightly running his fingers through it as he smiled at her.
"Do you have to leave?" Meredith asked him gently, running her fingers up the outside of his ribcage.
He wrapped his arm around her back, holding her to him with his other hand placed a little above her hip.
"Not necessarily." Kane said. "If the recruiter comes out here to get me, then I have to leave. But if he never comes, I never have to leave your side."
She smiled, snuggling her face into his chest.
"I didn't know having a military fiancé could be so hard." Meredith admitted.
"Maybe it won't have to be." Kane said gently, rolling his own engagement ring around his finger before tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Maybe I'll leave, maybe I won't. If I do, it'll just make it better when we're together."
She smiled and sat up, straddling him, and he laughed lightly, running his fingers up the outside of her thighs.
"Maybe I'll like this, then." She said, and he sat up, catching her around the middle and pressing his lips to hers passionately.
He rolled them over, taking the covers with him, his lips never leaving hers.
Kane stood there long enough for Damon to come knocking on the door.
"What?" Kane asked sharply.
"Just checking in." Damon said. "How are you doing?"
Kane finally stepped into action, walking across the floor and opening his closet.
"I'm fine. Sorry. Just lost in thought, you know. I think I've had too much to drink."
"Give it five minutes, it'll wear off." He joked, but Kane didn't think Damon realized how far in he was.
It was going to take more than 5 minutes for this to go away.
He hadn't thought about Meredith since they broke things off in 1945, when Stefan came back from Egypt.
It had been one of his longest and most serious relationships, closely followed by his first girlfriend from 1886, when he'd turned his humanity back on in New Orleans. He'd even had several thoughts about marrying Meredith, turning her, and being together for the rest of their lives.
Until Stefan had recklessly outed them, not realizing that after almost 6 years together, Kane hadn't told Meredith he was a hybrid, and she hadn't noticed.
And it had ruined her.
He hadn't had a girlfriend since. Not one that he was serious with.
But Kayleigh, she knew what he was. And she hadn't run. She wasn't afraid of him, or what he could do. Or maybe she just didn't understand the full capabilities of what he was.
Kane threw on his best pair of jeans and a navy blue and white checkered button up shirt. He was very late at this point, and to be showing up at all might just be an insult to her.
With that in mind, Kane ran the entire way to the grill.
He almost thought she'd given up on him, when he noticed her sitting at the bar.
He walked over, preparing for the anger that was about to be unleashed on him.
"Kayleigh." He said gently, approaching her.
She was dressed in a nice, crimson red dress that was flowy, but not poofy, keeping it rather tight to her skin.
She had a gold bracelet on one wrist and golden hoop earrings.
He was feeling mildly under-dressed, but the way she smiled when she saw him told him he wasn't.
"Hey." She said. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show."
"I'm sorry." He said, and he meant it. "I got lost in thought, and I know that's not a very good excuse."
"Kane." She said. "It's okay. Really. Let's go."
He smiled at her, and reached out his hand for her to lower herself off the barstool.
She took it, and he tucked her hand under his elbow, leading the way.
Klaus Mikaelson - Baby Mikaelson's Father
"There has to be more to this dress." Rebekah said, and Klaus was almost regretting having un-daggered her. He was especially worried because Rebekah had yet to ask about the nephew she hadn't seen in ninety years, and Klaus didn't really know how to explain to her that he might have terminated their relationship entirely.
"There's not." He said.
"And what is this music?" She asked. "It sounds like a cable car accident."
"It's dance music." Stefan said quietly.
"People dance to this?" Rebekah asked.
"Are we done here?" Klaus asked.
"And why are you so grumpy?" She asked him.
"Probably something to do with the kid he told to scram." Stefan spit out before Klaus could get a word in.
Rebekah turned to Klaus.
"Kane?" She asked, undignified. "You sent my nephew away?"
"Sorry, scram was too vague-"
"Stefan." Klaus cut him off. Then he turned back to Rebekah. He still wasn't sure how it was going to explain to her that he'd probably lost Kane forever.
"We're going through a rough patch. Mild disagreement. It happens." He said.
"That's putting it light." Stefan interrupted.
"Stefan. We used to be good friends, but I have no qualms about killing you right now if you say another word." Klaus threatened.
"No, Stefan, speak." Rebekah said.
Stefan looked back and forth between Rebekah and Klaus' cold glare.
"I'm going to get some air." He said, standing and leaving the shop.
Rebekah turned to Klaus and raised a demanding eyebrow.
"What did you do?"
"He hasn't had his humanity on in fifty years. I hadn't planned for him to turn it on anytime soon. I left him in Mystic Falls while I travelled the East Coast, trying to create hybrids. I had no idea that he'd turned it on, and I left him, Rebekah. Even after he saved my life from Elijah."
"But you didn't know. We've left him alone in towns before."
Klaus shook his head.
"He turned it on, and he tried to tell me. He tried to find me, and I shut him down. I told him to stay out of my way. He doesn't think that I care about him."
"Do you?" Rebekah asked him, and Klaus looked up at her as if that was the most ridiculous thing.
"What kind of question is that?"
"Do you care about him, Niklaus?"
"Of course I do. It terrifies me, how much I care about him, Rebekah. I fear that I would burn down the world, should anything happen to him. I would sacrifice everything for him to forgive me. And that terrifies me. He is my one weakness, and I have enemies that would exploit that, if they were to know about him and his whereabouts. But I care about him too much to do anything about it."
He looked out of the shop window.
"Does that make me a horrible father?"
"Oh, Nik." Rebekah said, sitting in front of him. "Just talk to him. Even if he fights you the entire time, just take it. He's going through way more than you know, if this is the first time he's turned it on in fifty years. He's going to be mad, and you just have to take it."
Niklaus nodded.
Kane Mikaelson - Baby Mikaelson
The following day, Kane went to the founder's party.
Kayleigh was also going to be there, as she was part of the Fell family.
Kane spotted Damon across the way at the chili table, and headed there.
"Every time." Kane said, tasting a spoonful of the Gilbert family chili. "Always the same chili, generation after generation."
"And it always sucks." Damon agreed. "Hey, where you been the last couple of days?"
"Irrelevant." Kane answered, and Damon raised an eyebrow. Alaric headed over to them.
"I'll let you in on a little secret." Damon said to Alaric. "Founder's parties are just an excuse the council uses to meet in private and plot against vampires."
"I think you need to take a beat with Elena." He said, cutting right to the chase.
Both Damon and Kane looked up at Alaric at that.
"What?" Damon asked him, and Kane raised an eyebrow. This was not a conversation he wanted to be involved in, much less one that Alaric wanted to be involved in. He had no idea who he was dealing with.
"Whatever the two of you have going on, I think it's a bad idea."
"Ric." Kane interrupted, but Damon held a hand up.
"I don't think it's any of your business, Ric."
"It is my business. If I'm supposed to be watching out for her, then this is me doing that."
"What do you think I'm trying to do?"
"I think, that you need to take a beat."
"Damon?" Liz asked, walking up behind Alaric. "Sorry, the mayor just called a council meeting." Kane met Damon's eyes, and they both followed the sheriff.
"There have bee no incidents since spring. It's been quiet." Sheriff said, and Kane stood beside Damon quietly.
The last incident in this town had been the ritual night, when Kane had ripped the hearts out of two townsfolk, and Klaus had killed two people.
"Anything else to add to the minutes? Damon?"
"Ah, no, I think the sheriff covered it all. Although I would like to introduce my godson here, Kane. He knows just as much as we do about the vampire community. In fact, he's spent many years with his father, hunting them down. I think he could be a real asset to this council."
Most of the people in the council inclined their heads to look at Kane, who had been standing in Damon's shadow since the beginning of this meeting.
Kane caught Kayleigh's eyes, standing on the other side of the room. She looked at him with a slight bit of shock, perhaps surprised that he was there, or surprised that they didn't know about him, and Kane prayed hard for one minute that she wouldn't say anything.
He smiled lightly at the group of people looking at him.
"It's true." Kane said. "I've been involved in Mystic Falls all my life, the history of this town is fascinating, and by the sounds, you guys could really use someone who knows these types like the back of their hand."
"Are you old enough to be a standing member on the council?" The sheriff asked. "Perhaps your father would like a spot."
"I'm sure he will." Kane agreed. "But he's off on a trip right now. He'll be back, but I'm all you have right now."
The sheriff looked around the group, and nodded.
"Alright. What did you say your name was again?" The sheriff asked.
"Kane." Kane said. "Kane Mikaelson."
The sheriff nodded.
"Well, I don't have anything else to add." Carol Lockwood said.
Everyone nodded and began to file out.
"Damon, Kane." Carol Lockwood greeted them on the way out of the door.
"Carol." Damon said as Kane bowed his head slightly in greeting.
"I have a question." Someone said as Damon poured himself a drink at the center table, the only people remaining in the room being Carol, the sheriff, Damon and Kane. "Do you four think the council is clueless, or just plain stupid?"
Each person turned to him, though it looked like Damon recognized him far more then Kane did.
Kane and Damon practically ran out of Mayor Lockwood's house after that.
"Wait, wait." Damon said as they caught up with Elena and Alaric outside. "Houston, we have a problem."
"Where have you been?" Elena whispered to Kane.
"Irrelevant." Kane whispered back. "Bill Forbes threatened to out us to the entire council."
"Kane." Someone said from behind them, and all four of them turned around.
Kayleigh stood there, looking mildly concerned.
"Kayleigh?" Damon and Elena asked at the same time.
Damon looked from her to Kane, who was locked eyes with Kayleigh.
There was an urgency in her blue eyes, and Kane looked back around the group.
"Sorry, guys, I need to go." Kane said, walking off with Kayleigh.
"What are you thinking?" She asked as they got to a more secluded part of the party. "Do they not know, about you?"
"The sheriff and Mayor Lockwood know about Damon." Kane said. "Their kids are supernatural, so they know. But none of them should know about me unless Damon has said something. You would be the only one."
"They are okay with a vampire being on our council against vampires?" She asked, almost kind of ridiculed.
"He's attempting to protect their city, because it's his home too. Why would they be against that?"
"I don't mean it like that, Kane, I just meant..." She sighed. "I'm afraid something might happen to you, if people find out."
Kane smiled at her, and took one of her hands in his.
"Nothing is going to happen to me. I am the biggest, baddest vampire and werewolf in this town right now. Nothing is going to happen to me, Kayleigh."
She smiled at him, and he pulled her into a hug under one of his arms.
Her hands laced around his back, holding on.
And ice dumped down Kane's spine. So cold, in fact, that he thought it might've been real.
He backed away from Kayleigh in surprise, realizing that nothing had happened.
"What?" She asked him.
His breath was coming in short gasps, and he tried to control it, even if it meant breathing shallow.
Of course, it was then, with his next breath, that he could smell Klaus. So close in proximity, in fact, that he could've been standing on top of Kane.
"I'm so sorry." Kane said to her. "I have to go."
And without another word, he vamped to the Gilbert house, which was empty, and that was almost a relief.
He collapsed onto the couch, trying to figure out what in the hell had just happened to him.
Klaus was back in town, that much was obvious.
What he was doing here was something else entirely.
Elena came in the door not a moment later, with Caroline and Bonnie in tag.
The three of them stopped at the sight of him, and he smiled lightly.
"Kane, are you okay?" Elena asked.
"What're you doing here?" Caroline asked him, a little less polite.
"Sorry to intrude." Kane said. "Damon left, so I figured I'd hang around."
"We don't need a babysitter." Caroline hopped in.
"I'm not intending to babysit you." Kane said. "I...think that I should be around people."
Realization dawned on their faces, though he had no idea what it was that they thought he meant. But if it got them to allow him to stick around for the night, he was fine with that.
Kane Mikaelson - Baby Mikaelson
That night, the three girls, plus Kane, Matt, Tyler, Kayleigh, and a bunch of other seniors were wandering the school hallways, booby-trapping classrooms.
Kane, Caroline, Tyler, Bonnie and Elena were in one of the classrooms, setting up mouse traps. From what Kane had gathered, Kayleigh was in the gym with a few other people.
Matt opened the door to the classroom and turned on the light.
"Oh come on!" Caroline shouted.
"What, did you forget about senior prank night?" Tyler asked him.
"Clearly." Matt agreed. "I'm kind of surprised any of you are doing this."
"Caroline is making us." Bonnie agreed.
"Go ahead and make fun of me, I don't care." Caroline said, and they all laughed.
"I've got about 10 more classrooms to prank." Tyler said, taking off.
Elena stood too.
"Where are you going?" Kane asked her.
"To superglue Alaric's desk shut." She said. "I'm making memories." She laughed.
He watched her leave the room. He could vaguely hear Tyler giving some instructions to kids in the hallway.
A couple of seconds later, he caught the whiff of Klaus, again, and he was on his feet instantly.
"Kane?" Caroline asked.
"I'm going to get some air quick." He told her gently, trying not to freak anybody out. "Be right back."
He walked normally out of the classroom, and the scent of Klaus only increased there.
He took a deep breath, trying not to panic.
There were so many people in this school right now, so many people that Klaus might kill to get what he wanted from Elena.
Kayleigh was in this building.
Kane rushed to the gym.
Klaus Mikaelson - Baby Mikaelson's Father
Klaus grabbed hold of Elena's arm.
"You have put a rather large kink in my plans, I'm afraid. The whole point of breaking the curse and becoming a hybrid was to more hybrids."
"Why don't you just have more kids, then?" She asked sarcastically, and Klaus stopped at the doors of the gym.
"What did you just say?"
"Kane is a hybrid. He's your son, isn't he?"
"How do you know Kane?"
"Who better to track down the big bad wolf than his own son? I'm surprised, really, how different he is from you."
Klaus laughed.
"I see. You've been working together for a few months and suddenly you think you know everything about the child that I helped create. I hate to break it to you, but you don't know the first thing about my son."
"On the contrary," Elena argued. "We're something of friends. So if you're going to kill me, you better do it before he realizes you are here."
Klaus' face blanched, but he quickly covered it up.
"Kane's here." He said, though it sounded more like a question.
"He was about 6 feet away when you grabbed me." Elena said.
His face turned back to one of anger, and he pushed into the gym.
Kane was standing in the middle, looking toward the doors.
He looked rather threatening, just standing there, but Klaus had no fears about his own son's strength. He was more fearful of what his reaction would be.
There were three other people standing in the gym, one of them slightly behind Kane.
Klaus froze, seeing Kane. They locked eyes across the gym, but neither of them said a word.
"Leave." Klaus said finally, with an American accent. "Prank night is officially over." The two seniors off to the side left, leaving the one standing behind Kane.
"Go." Kane whispered to the girl standing behind him.
"I'm not leaving."
Klaus eyed the two of them curiously. He hadn't seen Kane serious with a girl since his engagement in the 1940's. And she had wrecked Kane.
This seemed like something similar.
Klaus zoomed over with Elena's arm still in hand, in front of the girl. He knew better than to try and attack anybody Kane fancied, but he was hoping to get a better look at her. Kane had been through too much to be falling for a girl who was playing him.
And it didn't comfort Klaus that he could smell the Lockwood werewolf on her.
Kane's hand instantly flew to Klaus' chest, pushing him back, even though Klaus had made no move to attack the girl.
"Don't." He said. He turned to the girl. "Go. Now."
She glanced between Kane and Klaus, who raised an eyebrow at her.
And then she left, and Kane eyed Klaus the entire time to make sure he didn't follow after her.
The two of them stood off in the gym, watching each other, waiting for somebody to say the first words.
"Kane," Klaus started. "You should leave. This isn't your fight."
"You can't kill her." Kane said, gesturing to Elena. "There's a way to do this that doesn't involve killing her."
"I know." Klaus said calmly. "I intend to find that way, too. But you can't be here. It won't work with you here."
Whatever Klaus meant by that, Kane seemed to understand it far more than Elena did.
Kane met Elena's eyes. Klaus had yet to let go of her elbow.
"It'll be fine." He said to her.
"You're leaving?" She asked him.
"I have to." Kane said. "It won't work with me here."
And he raced off, leaving Klaus alone with Elena.
"Did you mean that?" Elena asked Klaus. "That you're not going to kill me?"
Klaus glanced at her, trying to hide his own pain.
"I had to say that to get Kane to leave." He said to her, and she took a deep breath.
Bonnie and Matt entered the gym doors a second later.
"Wonderful. Now we can get started."
Kane Mikaelson - Baby Mikaelson
Kane rushed out into one of the far hallways of the school. Caroline was laying on the ground, unconscious.
"Caroline." Kane said, putting one of his hands on her shoulder. "Wake up."
She didn't move, so Kane sat down next to her and pulled her head onto one of his legs.
He took a deep breath, tapping into his werewolf senses, hoping and praying that he wasn't going to smell blood.
Kane couldn't say that he was surprised when he saw his aunt walking down the corridor with the Lockwood werewolf in her arms.
However, she seemed very surprised to see him.
She stopped dead, dropping Tyler.
"Kane?" She asked, and he automatically smiled.
Kane had spent a lot of time with Rebekah and Elijah when he was with his father. Much more time than he spent with his uncle Kol. He'd never even met his uncle Finn. Klaus had always described him as something of dead.
Therefore, it was hard not to say that he was close with Rebekah. She'd been overjoyed at his arrival, and pampered him on every occasion.
"Auntie Bek." Kane greeted.
She smiled.
"Your father said he had no idea where you were, I didn't imagine that you would be this close."
"Klaus spoke about me?" He asked. It was more than he'd imagined, although perhaps when Rebekah woke after almost a century without a nephew, it had sparked some questions.
"He feels horrible, Kane."
"Yeah, well, if only he'd felt horrible when I felt like talking about it." Kane said. "Now I'm over it."
Caroline chose that minute to wake up from what Kane assumed was a broken neck.
She looks up at Rebekah, and then turns to Kane.
"Where's Tyler?" She asked, and Kane gestured with his chin in the direction that he was laying.
"He's dead. Ish." Rebekah said. Caroline got up and knelt next to him.
"What did you do to him?"
"Klaus is trying to motivate your friends to hurry up with their spell. When Tyler wakes, he'll be a hybrid. And if the witch succeeds, he may stay one.
Kane watched Rebekah eye a cell phone rather curiously, and then, infuriated, she ran off.
Kane waited all of thirty seconds after Rebekah left to jump into action.
"Don't leave his side." Kane told Caroline. "The last time I saw Klaus try to turn a werewolf into a hybrid, it didn't end well. Rebekah will probably be back. I'm going to try and help while remaining as far away as humanly possible."
"Why?" Caroline asked. "Why are you helping, why do you have to stay so far away, just why?"
Kane cocked his head sideways at her.
"I'm helping because I don't want Klaus to kill anybody. I know you and I don't exactly agree on everything, Caroline, but I happen to almost like you. I like that you stand up for your friends even though they probably would never do the same for you. I find loyalty very important, but I also know what it is like to be the one making all the sacrifices. And I have had to make several to feel wanted by my father. I'm done." He said, kneeling down in front of her. "Promise me you won't tell anybody what I'm about to tell you."
She searched his eyes, and then nodded.
"I am immune to witch magic." He said gently. "If I am too close to a witch who is trying to perform a spell, it won't work. That's why Bonnie's spell on Klaus didn't work the night of the ritual. I was standing too close."
Her eyes widened slightly, and a ghost of a smile played on her lips.
Kane smiled back, and then took off. He had a strong feeling Caroline and him could brew a good friendship, given the chance.
Klaus Mikaelson - Baby Mikaelson's Father
Klaus left the gym after putting Stefan and Elena on a 20 minute timer.
He had intentions of finding Kane for the time being, although when he walked out of the gym, Kane was standing in the hallway, seemingly waiting for him.
Klaus stopped.
"Kane." Klaus said. "I'd like to talk."
Kane took a deep breath.
"I didn't come down here just to stare at you." He said. "We do, need to talk."
Klaus nodded his head, and then gestured for Kane to follow him down a hallway.
Kane joined, keeping some distance between them.
"I didn't know that you had flipped your switch." Klaus said. "I never would've left you there if I'd known."
Kane was silent for a minute.
"I know." He said. "I tried to tell you."
"I know." Klaus said. "As soon as I found out, I knew that you'd tried. And it's my fault, Kane. That's on me."
He nodded.
"It is." Kane agreed. "But I didn't exactly give you a chance to defend yourself. And this is me doing that."
Klaus looked over at his son, the boy that looked so much like himself.
"I want a hybrid army." He started, explaining himself. "I want to prevent anyone from ever thinking about touching my family. I want to stop people from trying to attack you, Kane."
"But you didn't want me to help." Kane said. "Even though I can successfully make hybrids."
"I didn't want to put the responsibility on you." Klaus said. "I thought that you'd had your humanity off, which meant that you likely would've agreed. And when you flipped your switch, I thought it would ruin you, to have put so many people through this tragedy. I was trying to protect you."
Kane was quiet again as they rounded one of the corners of the school.
"I want to be mad at you." Kane admitted. "I want to be furious, because you left me." He took a deep breath. "I am not the type of person that needs help. I have not needed it in a hundred and forty seven years. I have run cities on my own, I survived years and years without you by my side. But it's been fifty years, dad."
Klaus' chest ached.
"It's been fifty years. I haven't dealt with grief in so long, I think I've forgotten how. Thousands of people have died by my hands. I have ruined the lives of so many, and most of them, I barely remember. I didn't think twice about taking their life. I am still feeling Meredith." Kane said, and Klaus could almost hear his heart break in his voice. "And there is this girl, here."
"The one from the gym?" Klaus asked.
"Yes." Kane said, and then turned to his father with pleading eyes blue-green eyes. "You can't kill her, dad. Even if she's involved with the plans against you, you can't. Please."
"I won't, Kane. For your sake, and for Damon's sake, I'm trying not to kill people at all. The ritual was unfortunate, but needed to happen."
Kane nodded.
"Her name is Kayleigh." Kane said. "We've been hanging out the last week or so. We've had one date. It's just...I like her, but-"
"But Meredith." Klaus said. Kane frowned.
"She hated what I was." He said. "It ruined her whole life, knowing. Six years of her life, an engagement, sleeping with someone who had killed thousands of people. She called me a monster, and it doesn't quite sound like the insult that it was."
"Meredith was never in the know of our world, Kane. And she had been brought into it rather abruptly by Stefan. Who knows if things would've been different if you and her had talked, rather than the way that she found out. Kayleigh knows, yes?"
"Yeah." He said as they rounded another corner. "She knows. She knew from the beginning."
"And she still went out with you?"
Kane nodded.
"Things may be different, this time around."
"But it won't last." Kane said. "We'll get a few years, and one day, we'll be in different places. She will have the rest of her life ahead of her, and I will have hundreds of years ahead of me. It won't last. What's the point of getting attached when I know what the ending is going to be?"
"You don't know what the ending will be, Kane." Klaus disagreed. "You might think you do, but you don't. Things change all the time. Maybe she will have hundreds of years ahead of her, too. You shouldn't have to not be happy just because it might not last forever."
Kane went quiet, and Klaus sighed.
"I'm sorry." He said. "I would've never left if I'd known that you'd turned it on, Kane, and I know I messed up. I know that I should've listened. And I promise that I will try to be better about listening."
"I'm sorry that I said you didn't care." Kane said. "I know you do, I was just angry."
"Don't be." Klaus said. "I deserved it."
Kane laughed lightly.
"You kind of did." He agreed.
Klaus laughed lightly too, clasping a hand on one of Kane's shoulders and pulling him a little closer.
"I really think that you should go, though, Kane. This isn't your fight."
"I've become sort of friends with this group." Kane said. "And no matter what, you are my father. So, it is my fight. I'm the mediator."
"You don't have to be."
"I know."
Klaus looked at his son.
"Fine. If you're going to stay, at least go stay with Rebekah and the Lockwood wolf."
"Why? You don't want my help with Elena?"
"You can't help with the witch, Kane."
Kane sighed, remembering the gift that was equally his best and worst nightmare.
Kane and Klaus ran into an intersection.
"I'll go wait with the wolf." Kane said, heading down one of the hallways. "Come find me after, though."
"I will." Klaus promised, heading down a different hallway. And he meant it.