Chapter 37

After leaving Caroline's small flat, Klaus made his way home. There he picked up Elijah and Kol, kissed his sisters on the cheek, ruffled Henrik's hair, and left again.

At the Mikaelson's offices, nicknamed the Abattoir, by locals and enemies, Marcel and Enzo had already organized the men. Half of them would be left behind. Some of the men would be sent to both the Mikaelson house and the Mystic, in case, while the rest would stay put in the Abattoir.

Everything was organized, Klaus took his gun in hand, followed by every other men present and took the lead as he began to march to the confrontation place, at the point of intersection between the Mikaelson and Salvatore territories.

-O-

Back at the Mikaelson home, Freya sat at the table, looking cold and dignified, every bit the matriarch she was, her eyes resting on the younger female members of their family. Henrik had gone back to his room, choosing to be alone. Keelin was cleaning the table after the early breakfast, often casting worried glances to Freya, bless her, making her feel warmth and affection.

Rebekah was pacing the dining room, while Davina was standing still at the window looking out, biting her nails, both betraying their worry and agitation. While Davina had been able to spend last night in her husband's arms, Rebekah, at the insistence of Marcel, had spent the night home without him. She absolutely hated it, hated this miserable situation where her beloved and her brothers life were on the line, and she hated she couldn't do anything about it.

While pacing around the room, her gaze settled on the wall mounted rifle, who she knew for a fact was in working order, all the weapons in the house were, as much as they tried to pretend sometime, they weren't a normal family. She decidedly took the rifle down and turned to Freya.

"I'm going."

"Rebekah." Freya frowned disapprovingly. "If you show up you will only distract our brothers and Marcel which might cost them severely."

"Then I won't show up I'll hide, and if they are in danger I can help with the rifle." She insisted. "I won't stay here while our family face danger, I'll fight too."

Freya looked at the determination to fight in her eyes and sighed, she also felt proud of her, she had matured. Rising to her feet, she opened a drawer and took out a gun and ammunitions. She handed some to Rebekah, who smiled and prepped her own gun.

"Then let's go, you will listen to everything I tell you to do." Freya warned her younger sister.

"I will." Rebekah promised.

"I'm going too." Announced Davina as she picked up a large knife from the table. The stubborn glint in her eyes suggesting there was no stopping her.

"I'm entrusting Henrik to you." Freya told Keelin, who nodded.

"Well Ladies, let's go."

-O-

It was still early enough that fog covered the streets, as daylight was gradually brightening the view and people were beginning their day, still the streets were deserted as any who saw the Mikaelson's group would hurry back inside and lock their doors and windows.

By the time they reached the confrontation place, the oppressing silence blanketing the deserted streets was making the tension in the air higher.

Soon the Salvatore and their men appeared at the other end of the street, they only stopped when both parties were in speaking distance.

"Mikaelson." Giuseppe was the first to break the silence, glaring disdainfully at Klaus.

"Salvatore. Managed to drag your old bones out to face us youngsters, I'm honored." Klaus gave a fake smile.

"I see your keeping traitor in your company. Lorenzo, your father would be ashamed to have a son like you." Giuseppe glanced at Enzo standing on the left, a bit behind.

"Nobody calls me Lorenzo since my mother died, and as far as my father is concerned, you're more of a traitor than I am." Enzo glared at the older man in hatred.

Old Salvatore turned livid in anger, but was interrupted before he could respond.

"Let's not dig up the past right now, that's not why we're here." Damon spoke carefree.

"Your son is right. Shall we ?" Klaus narrowed his eyes, never taking his gaze off his enemies.

Immediately both sides were pointing their guns at the other.

"This is the day you die Klaus, you and your damned family." Gripped Giuseppe.

"The one to die isn't certain yet." Klaus responded in kin.

"Mikael should have killed you when he had the chance."

"He tried." Klaus smirked dangerously.

This seemed to provoke Giuseppe.

"You unfillial mongrel. I'll be the one to put you down, the Salvatore will rule Chicago and I'll never let you wi... !"

BANG

Blood exploded out of Giuseppe's head as he fell down to the ground on his front, his eyes still opened even as he was already dead, blood and white matter beginning to pool under his corpse.

At the other end of the smoking gun barrel, Damon stood expressionless even as he put an end to his father's life with his own hands. Stefan and the men loyal to him and his brother pointed their guns to the men most loyal to Giuseppe, ensuring they stay put, not retaliating.

"Giuseppe Salvatore is dead. I'm the new head of the Salvatore and I'm not interested in waging war over Chicago. You want it, the city's yours." Damon stated before he signaled his brother and the Salvatore side began to retreat, two men dragging Giuseppe's corpse with them.

Soon only the Mikaelson group was left in the street now tainted red by blood.

"It seems the Salvatore brothers kept their word." Elijah said.

"The wonder of terrible father turning their children against them." Klaus smiled at his brother.

"Well, now that's over, rather anti-climatic by the way, let's just go back." Kol put his gun back in his holster unimpressed.

"Klaus !" A familiar voice called out from not far.

As soon as the three women appeared, all of them put their guns away after ensuring no threat remained.

Klaus and Elijah weren't happy seeing their sisters appear. But Marcel and Kol were even more agitated.

"Rebekah." Marcel called out with worry at the girl's presence when she should have been out of harm's way.

"Marcel." Rebekah plunged into Marcel's embrace with relief.

Davina, while more silent than her sister-in-law wasn't any less passionate as she pretty much run to Kol, jumping into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as he supported her weight and embraced her tightly amidst the men whistling and laughing.

The tension had fallen and the atmosphere relaxed, the people with it.

Freya smiled indulgently at the two young couples affectionate display as she joined Klaus and Elijah, giving a quick hug to each.

"I'm glad you're okay." She told them.

"Alright, everyone to the Mystic ! Victory drinks are on me !" Announced Klaus.

The men broke into cheers.

I know it's a bit less action packed than it should be, but I'm really not that good at action scene, so here's the conclusion to the Salvatore arc.

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