"Well, well. And here I thought you would've left by now." Klaus' smug tone of voice was the first thing Katherine heard when she walked inside the house followed by Elijah. "What was it you said? You did not need me?"

Katherine merely rolled her eyes, trying her best to just ignore him and not snap at him. She was leaving tonight anyway. The last thing she needed was for him to finally kill her before she did. "Goodnight Elijah. Thanks for taking me out tonight." She said simply, looking at the original brother she actually liked before heading up the stairs. She so needed to get out of this place. Thankfully it wouldn't be difficult to pack everything up considering all she had was three changes of clothes, including the dress and the lipstick Elijah bought for her.

"Alright. Time for a little chat. If you think you can simply start something with..." Klaus paused in his words when he noticed the distraught look in Elijah's face. Which only appeared once Katerina was out of sight. "What is it? Did she honestly make you that miserable? I did try to warn you." He chuckled and stood up from the couch, going over to the liquor cabinet to get a much needed drink.

Elijah didn't respond to his brother's annoying words and instead he, quite defeatedly, took a seat on the couch.

Klaus raised an eyebrow and slowly brought over the bottle of whiskey along with two glasses. He poured one and handed it to Elijah. "You seem like you need this more than I do, though I cannot for the life of me imagine why, considering you've been off playing Prince Charming all day rather than helping me."

Elijah sighed heavily and took the glass without protest. He downed it quickly and then set it on the table. "Katerina...told me something today, and it was not an easy thing to hear." Was all he said as he leaned back on the couch.

Klaus stilled in his movement of getting a drink for himself when he heard Elijah but eventually finished pouring his glass and sat back comfortably. "Yes I see that." He said noticing his empty glass. Based on the way he looked he knew this had to be related to her dying state. But he didn't want to say it in case it didn't. "What did she say? Is she not interested in being your damsel in distress?" He snorted and took a small sip of his drink.

Elijah rolled his eyes but other than that, didn't acknowledge his brother's inability to take anything seriously. "I gave my word I wouldn't say. Though the only thing I will say, is that if you try to hurt her again-"

"What? You'll what, Elijah?" Klaus asked almost threateningly as he stared at him expectantly.

Elijah shook his head and stood up. "Believe me. You do not want to find out. Therefore I suggest you keep out of her way for the remaining time she stays here."

Klaus scoffed and set his glass down before raising from the couch. "Do not threaten me. Especially not for Katerina Petrova. You want her safe? Free from any harm? Then tell her to stop defying me any chance she gets." He snapped.

"You do not own the girl Niklaus!" Elijah exclaimed, truly exhausted at this point, and close to being pushed to his breaking point. "She owes you nothing."

"She owes me everything!" Klaus yelled as his anger increased and the veins under his eyes became more prominent. "Are you forgetting that because of her, I was not able to break my curse for another five centuries?" He questioned bitterly.

Elijah scoffed and shook his head, clearly unaffected by his outburst. He was used to them by now. "Is that really what this is about? The famous curse you won't shut your mouth about? You already broke your curse and you've had more than one opportunity to get your revenge on her." He paused and reached for the bottle of whiskey on the table, getting himself another drink. "Right now she is staying in your home. Human and completely vulnerable. Yet instead of ripping her heart out or finally torturing her in the name of your so called revenge, you are simply provoking her. Demanding she follow ridiculous orders and starting fights over the pettiest things. Why is that?" He quickly finished his second drink and didn't wait for Klaus to answer before continuing. "You want to know what I think? I think this has nothing to do with your curse or your nonsensical desire to torture a girl all because she had the common sense to get away from you."

Klaus' breathing grew heavier the more he listened to Elijah speak. His fists were clenched tightly at his sides and it was taking all of him not to physically react to his inner rage. "Then pray tell, dear brother, what exactly is this about then?" He muttered hearing the strain in his own voice.

"You." Elijah answered simply as if that explained everything, though he soon finished speaking. "And your incessant need to have everything your way. Your obsessive and possessive nature over your siblings and over the people you once believed you owned. Why else would you care if I shared a romance with Katerina? If it isn't because of your never ending desire to make everyone as miserable and alone as you are?"

The words Elijah spoke only served as daggers, piercing through Klaus' heart over and over again. But he refused to let this show. He would not be weakened by a few choice words and a foolish doppelgänger. With an almost maniac smirk on his lips, he sped upstairs.

"Niklaus! Don't you dare!" Elijah called out speeding after him, already sensing his brother's intentions. He only hoped he wasn't too late.

Though when they reached their destination, they were only greeted with an empty bedroom. "Katerina?" Elijah spoke up, looking around.

Klaus frowned and tried to listen around the house. He could faintly hear Hayley complaining to Rebekah about 'his ways', but other than that there wasn't much else he could hear, apart from the lively music of The French Quarter of course.

"She's gone." Klaus spoke, though the gravity of the situation didn't really affect him until a few seconds in, which was when he roughly pushed Elijah against the wall. "This was your plan wasn't it?!" He snapped tightening his grip on him. "Distracting me with an argument so your precious Katerina could escape."

Elijah's eyes widened for a second when he suddenly found himself being pressed against the wall. Not because he was scared his brother could actually hurt him. But rather because of the reaction he seemed to be having. "She said nothing of leaving. This is as new to me as it is to you."

"Do not lie to me Elijah!" Klaus yelled shoving him harder against the wall.

Elijah stared at Klaus with disbelief written all over his face. The reaction he was having to Katerina leaving all too easily reminded him of a similar reaction he had five hundred years ago, when he discovered she left him. Back then, his brother had blamed him too. But back then, Elijah understood his paranoid and delusional behavior because he knew that beneath the show of force, he must have been terrified of not being able to break his curse. Now however, he was beyond confused as to what the problem was. "I am not lying to you." He said firmly before forcefully pushing him off him. "She said nothing to me about this. If you want to blame someone blame yourself. You are the one who told her to leave this morning." He all but snapped at him, remembering what he and Katerina talked about at dinner. "What I do not understand, is why you care."

"I don't." Klaus responded almost instantly, and the fierce fiery look he had in his eyes just a few seconds ago was replaced by an indifferent one.

"Now who is lying?" Elijah scoffed, shaking his head slightly. He long ago gave up on trying to understand his brother. But that didn't make it any less of a tiring task to deal with him. "You wanted to rip my heart out just now all because you believed I was a part of this plan she had."

"Because I do not like people getting in my business." Klaus snapped harshly. "Katerina was staying here under my orders. And the only one who can free her from them is me. Not you."

Elijah couldn't help the soft laughter that left his lips just then. "Is this how far your delusions go? Did you honestly manage to convince yourself she was your prisoner or something of the sort?" He questioned, clearly amused at this point. "You asked her to stay. Twice. You did not even take her blood like you told me you would. I didn't really understand why at the time, but I supposed as long as you were not hurting her I did not truly care. And now here you are, acting as insane as you did when she first left you five hundred years ago, only this time you do not have a genuine reason for it. Unless of course..." He paused and for a second, his lips curled upwards into a small smirk. "It isn't a crime to admit you care for her you know."

Klaus looked as undignified as he felt the second he heard Elijah's final sentence. It instantly filled him with rage once more just at the thought of caring for one of the people who caused him the most harm. "And then you dare call me delusional." He scoffed and didn't hesitate before grabbing Elijah by the neck, shoving him against the wall once more. "Let's get one thing very clear. I do not, and could never, care for Katerina Petrova. I have spent centuries fantasizing about my revenge toward her. About seeing her heart ripped from her chest and her head cut clean off from her body." He wasn't yelling much like Elijah expected him to. Instead his voice was calm. But the intense hatred and darkness in it could be detected by anyone who dared to listen to him in this moment.

"Then why-" Elijah was cut off instantly in his question, as a furious Rebekah soon entered the room.

"Do you two mind fighting somewhere else?!" Rebekah's loud voice echoed into the room. "In case you seem to have forgotten, I live here too. And I would like to have a decent conversation without hearing you two shouting nonsense every ten seconds." She then paused and looked directly at Klaus. "Not to mention, I am certain it cannot be pleasant for Hayley or the child growing inside her to listen to you two fighting. Therefore I suggest you either knock it off and stop behaving like children, or you take your problems elsewhere."

Klaus slowly let go of Elijah as he listened to Rebekah's rant, but the scowl remained on his face. "You can stop it with the temper tantrum. I've said all I need to say." He muttered and pushed past her, going directly to his art room. He definitely needed the relaxation now.