Pairing: Klaus/Rebekah, hand
Elijah/Kol, bath brush
It had been a few months since Genevieve had been killed. Niklaus was still morose and sullen. Elijah had doted on him. He hadn't wanted the witches to execute her, he just wanted her to back off. Elijah knew that Klaus could never find out what he had done. His thoughts went back to Celeste, but that was his fault also for ignoring his brother.
Kol and Marcel moved on from their disagreement at the party. Everyone tiptoed around Klaus. He pledged to wreak havoc on the witches who did this. However, Elijah reminded him that it could have been vampires, too. Or even the wolves, they really had no way of knowing. Any act of violence would have breached the alliance they had so carefully worked for all of these years.
Klaus eventually began to take over the meetings again and fulfill his role as King of the city. This was hard for Marcel, who had enjoyed the responsibility of taking on some more of his father's duties. Now, once again, he was sidelined.
Kol recalled his last conversation with Genevieve. It wasn't her fault she had fallen in love with his brother. It seemed that almost anyone who came near their family died, and died bloody.
As Elijah fell deeper into guilt and Klaus threw himself into running the city, the other vampires turned toward debauchery. They partied late into the night, leaving bodies and half-dead victims in their wake. Kol and Rebekah even made a few new vampires in their haste. Rumors began to spread throughout the Quarter. The Faction got worried enough to start to complain. Elijah knew what he had to do.
"Where shall we revel tonight?" Kol asked Rebekah on the balcony.
"Oh, perhaps we ought to go to the theater tonight? We've been going out an awful lot," Rebekah worried.
"Well, the 'adults' have another meeting so your Marcel shall be indisposed. The theater puts me to sleep and I thought we were going to have some fun tonight," Kol pressed
"Fine. But after tonight, we have to calm down. We've been getting a little out of control, Kol Mikaelson, and you know it. You're a bad influence on me," Rebekah giggled as he splashed liquor on a tourist below. Sometimes Rebekah did find Kol's pranks funny, but she tried not to let him know that.
"Of course, little sister," Kol grinned.
"Marcellus, do you mind if I speak to your father in private tonight?" Elijah asked quietly while they were leaving the faction meeting.
"Sure, of course. I'll just meet up with Rebekah and Kol," Marcel replied.
"Try to keep them in check, if possible," Elijah asked.
"Yes, sir. That's been difficult for a while now," Marcel admitted.
Klaus was in his quarters, trying to paint. He had never finished the portrait of Genevieve and now it haunted him. He was working on a landscape in the meantime.
Elijah came to the door and leaned against it. He watched Klaus paint for a while. He wasn't sure if he could do this.
"Niklaus, may I speak to you?" Elijah said tightly.
"Of course, brother," Klaus said continuing to paint.
"No, brother, I'm afraid it is serious," Elijah stated.
Klaus put his brush down and wiped his hands off on a rag.
"I'm listening," Klaus assured him.
"Everything I've ever done, since we were turned, has been for this family. That's what I tell myself. For always and forever, I put aside my own needs, wants, and desires for us. But brother, I think I did something that was selfish, that was wrong, and I need to tell you," Elijah said holding on to the back of a chair.
Klaus stood up and walked toward him.
"Elijah, I know," he released.
"What?" Elijah pressed.
"About Genevieve. I know you spoke to the elders about her and I know they killed her," Klaus said tonelessly.
"Why did you never say? I've been eaten up by guilt, regret, afraid to tell you, hoping I never had to," Elijah almost shouted.
"Brother, it is done. I know why you did it. The same reason that I have done so many heinous acts, to keep us together," Klaus responded.
"Forgive me," Elijah begged.
"Elijah, there is nothing to forgive," Klaus protested.
Elijah bowed his head and Klaus came over and grabbed it. He kissed him on the top of the head as Elijah let his tears fall.
"Nothing to forgive," Klaus whispered again.
Marcel got to the party later. He could smell the blood in the air. He walked into the old mansion and saw all the humans compelled to not move while the vampires fed, laughed, and drink. The band was compelled to not stop playing. The music seemed to blare and get louder and louder to him. Marcel found a bottle of booze and drank deeply. He had seen Kol like this, out of control, teetering on losing it. But Marcel hated to see Rebekah like this, without her humanity, she could be just as vicious as Kol. Marcel knew they were here, but he wasn't sure he wanted to find them.
Marcel couldn't undo the compulsion of an Original, he knew better than to try. He hated the idea of the people of New Orleans being playthings whether they be human or vampire. Marcel didn't care much for wolves or witches, unless they were kids.
"Marcellus, the little prince arrives!" Kol shouted. His mouth was covered in blood.
"Hello, Kol, where is Rebekah?" Marcel asked quickly. He wanted to get out of here.
"That is an excellent question," Kol said, now feeding off a human standing off to the side.
Marcel went upstairs and found Rebekah draining a room of people one after another.
"Rebekah, what is going on?" Marcel entreated.
"Oh Marcel, this is heaven. I feel like I am finally satisfied. Here, this one is still fresh," she replied, pushing a man over to him.
"Please, come home with me. This isn't you. This isn't our place in New Orleans," Marcel begged.
"Marcel, there is nothing at home anymore but silence and tension. I cannot bear it. Stay with me," Rebekah cajoled him.
"I cannot," Marcel said. He vamped out the window and went home to the compound.
Marcel agreed that things have been tense at home. Klaus barely spoke. Elijah was a shadow, but that was no excuse to go on a rampage.
"Marcellus, where's Rebekah and Kol?" Klaus asked from above.
Marcel swiped away at some tears.
"Papa, I don't know what to do. I can't get them to come home," Marcel cried.
"Tell me where they are," Klaus said softly.
Elijah went into the house first. He was horrified by the carnage. Not here, not in New Orleans.
"Niklaus," Elijah said looking him.
"If we don't end this, Mikael will be here soon," Klaus stressed.
"If he's not on his way already. What the hell were they thinking?" Elijah scoffed.
Klaus and Elijah started compelling the humans and vampires left alive to leave and never remember this place.
"Rebekah! Kol!" Klaus shouted from the top of the stairs.
Seconds later, they saw Rebekah's blond head pop out of a door.
"Ah, our brothers are here to join the fun!" she said glibly.
"Sister, are you on some drug?" Elijah asked incredulous.
"Just a few. The effects wear off quickly," Rebekah smiled. Klaus grabbed her arm.
"Where's Kol?" Elijah said with steel in his voice.
"Nik, you're hurting me. Since when are you two talking anyway? Kol's in there," Rebekah said pointing to the room she just came out of.
"He's gone," Elijah said.
"Kol!" Klaus thundered.
There was no way Kol was going home this time. He walked along the streets, until he found himself back at the Fauline Cottage. Mary-Alice and Astrid were trapped in there. Was this where it all started to go wrong? Or right and then...his mind was clouded by the drugs they took, the alcohol, the blood. He stared at the old mansion until he heard footsteps behind him.
"Brother, you found me," Kol said evenly.
"Kol, it wasn't hard. Did you think we wouldn't look? You abandoned Rebekah," Elijah remarked.
"Let me guess, she's over Nik's knee right now getting the hairbrush?" Kol quipped.
"Kol, is this some kind of joke to you? Do you think we punish you because we enjoy it? Let me assure you, brother, we do not. It is hard to cause someone you love pain and we do love you, brother. But I suppose I have caused pain in other ways," Elijah said, his voice rough.
"No, Elijah, it's not a joke. But you haven't been around for months now, it's like we've been living with ghosts," Kol said looking back at Elijah.
"Walk with me, little brother," Elijah said.
"Do I have a choice?" Kol said taking a last look at the cottage.
"You always have a choice," Elijah specified.
"Fine," Kol said, joining Elijah.
"It was me. I went to the witch elder and expressed concern about Genevieve. I didn't trust her double agent act. Kol, I swear, I didn't think they would execute her," Elijah concluded.
"I suspected it was you, I guess," Kol admitted, "But Elijah, would you have acted differently if you knew the outcome?"
Elijah paused, "We were losing him, Kol. Did you know Niklaus was leaving with her on a trip? An extended trip?"
"No, I did not. She was a good person, Elijah. I know you did not trust her, but I did," Kol said sadly.
"I am sorry," Elijah admitted.
"So Nik and you?" Kol asked.
"He knew," Elijah said simply.
"So what, we just go home now and act like all is well," Kol offered.
"No, we go home and discuss you and your sister causing havoc all over the city. I just pray Mikael isn't already on his way here," Elijah stressed.
Kol had the grace to look guilty.
"Did we cause that big of a menace?" Kol asked. The last few month had been a blur of blood and perversion for him.
"Yes, indeed you and our sister did," Elijah admitted putting an arm around him.
"Time to pay then," Kol said slowly.
Klaus got a wet towel and tried to wash the blood off of Rebekah's face. He got out her night own and told her to go behind the screen and change out of her bloody clothes.
"Nik, you're not going to spank me tonight, are you? I'm still a bit out of it, so I won't really feel it," Rebekah admitted.
"Don't worry, sister. I'm going to wallop you now and you shall be going another going-over tomorrow. This shall never happen again," Klaus warned.
"No, Nik, please. Just let me go to bed," Rebekah said eyeing the door and her balcony.
"Rebekah, if I have to chase you, you will be a very sorry girl tonight," Klaus thundered.
Rebekah scowled and came forward timidly.
"Those people tonight, that house, the bodies. What were you two thinking? Until the faction got up the courage to complain tonight, I had no idea how bad it was," Klaus lectured. He grabbed Rebekah, put his foot on the wood frame of her bed, and bent her over his thigh.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Ouch! Owww. Owie," Rebekah huffed as she tried to dance out of the way of the swats. Klaus just held her tight and smacked her entire backside and thighs hard.
"S-sorry!" Rebekah finally ground out between the little grunts and protests she made. Klaus lifted her nightgown to find her backside bare and pink.
"Niklaus! No!" she shouted in consternation, finally starting to cry.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Klaus held up the material and continued to spank until her pink bottom turned a dull red. His hand was numb and aching.
"Now let's get this naughty backside to bed. This is just the opening of the spanking you will be getting tomorrow. I hope it sobered you up," Klaus remarked.
"It did, Nik," Rebekah cried.
Her tears did get to him and he patted her back and then kissed her on the head.
"Love you. You know that," Klaus said in a low voice.
"Yes, me, too," Rebekah said back.
Elijah marched Kol right up to his room. He told him to dress for bed also and went to get something to wash his face with. Elijah got a wash cloth and wet it and also picked up the bath brush near the bathtub.
Elijah came back in to find Kol dressing.
Kol spied the brush and started to whine about it.
"You are long overdo and you know it, so just save it," Elijah threatened as he washed off the dried blood from his face. It was now late and he just wanted to spank Kol and get him to sleep. They would all have a long talk tomorrow.
"Face down in your bed," Elijah ordered.
"Please, Elijah, don't hit me that hard," Kol begged.
"I know this hurts. Can you trust me?" Elijah said as he sat down on the bed. He put his hand over the seat of Kol's pajama bottoms and swatted them. He started to smack him in the center of both cheeks and then he alternated from cheek to cheek until Kol was moving his hips. Elijah held him down with his left hand. He then whacked him all over for another minute before pulling down his pajama bottoms. Elijah heard Kol suck in his breath as his bottom was bared. Elijah smacked his bare seat another ten times to warm it up for the bath brush.
Usually, a paddling with this small circular brush would have Kol shouting and screaming. Since it was so late, Elijah decided to just snap his wrist down slightly. He continued to lightly swat him until the whole area was pink. The lighter taps and smacks did start to end up burning and hurting after they overlapped.
"These are going to be a little harder. This is only a little paddling to show you what you are going to get tomorrow. You have a lot to answer for," Elijah lectured softly.
pop. pop. pop. pop. pop.
With the slightly harder smacks building up, Kol was starting to drum his feet into the bed and thrash around. He was crying softly into his pillow. Elijah paddled him like this another minute. He had to hold him in place tightly now. pop. pop. pop. pop. pop.
"All done, baby brother," Elijah whispered.
"I'm s-sorry, 'Lijah," Kol said quietly.
"I know. See? That wasn't too bad. I know that stung," Elijah said rubbing his red backside. Elijah knew it would heal, but right now it looked very painful.
"I'm glad you are back," Kol sniffed.
"Me, too," Elijah said, now rubbing his back.