Klaus POV

I couldn't think straight, my fangs ached and my vision began to blur. I rubbed my brows worriedly. "How long has it been since you slept?" The cool questioning tone of Maddox's father filled my ears but I didn't look up from the paperwork to release his body to the funeral home. "When was the last time that you slept. We had to sedate Tyler, are we going to have to sedate you too?"

A snarl echoed in my ears as I refused to look up from the faded lines. I rapidly signed my name as the thick stack of paper stared back at me. Finally, I looked up to see the same gentle green eyes. His black hair is shaved as a stern look greeted me.

He looked so much like my Maddox, images of Maddox's corpse flashed before my eyes forcing my heart rate to speed up and more panic to flood my heart and mind.``I can't sleep and I won't let you drag me. I'm not Ty he is a pup he needs his rest. I have to get these papers to the sheriff. I'm bringing him home." My tone was cold as I stood the board chested man loomed over me.

He had to be 6 foot and I knew that the magic in his blood could force me to collapse. "I see him when I close my eyes and I can't sleep. I have to drop these papers off when I'll sleep after that. When does Mia get here?" Even as I spoke I could see the pain in his green eyes. My body felt like it was led and I fought the wave of exhaustion that enclosed me. I'm a vampire, I don't need sleep and I don't need dreams.

"She comes down tomorrow. I might not be able to get you to sleep but there is one person who can but I will ask nicely one last time, go to sleep." His tone was cold and commanding but I scoffed Mia would be here soon she was Maddox's twin sister. Pain flooded my chest as I thought about Ty sleeping in his bed a white Wolf held tightly under his arms.

His grandmother was with him, slowly starting to rise from my chair. I spoke in a cocky tone. "What are you going to tell Elijah? He tried to kill Ty, he isn't welcome in this house. I gotta get this paperwork in." I gripped tightly to the paper taking off in a flash.

I was standing in the coroner's office where there were three people there. One was the sheriff, her golden blond hair clipped short. One looked at me and I could see the pity flashing in her stare. Then there was Carol. She hadn't been to see Ty, she hadn't even called to make sure that he was okay. Then there was the last person hate bubbled in my chest as I noticed Damon Salvatore. I wanted to snarl as my eyes flashed gold.

"Nik? You don't look good" She had to be kidding me. I wouldn't look like this. Her besties didn't kill my husband, hate flooded in my chest as I sneered at her before turning to look at Forbes. Her blue eyes welling with pity as he stared at me. "Here are the papers that you requested, they say where to send the papers they have the homes listed on. Try not to screw it up. Carol called Tyler, he should be up in a few hours."

My tone was cold. I didn't think much about her but my son loved her and just lost his father. He wanted his mother. Taking in a sharp breath I turned sharply to make my way out of the room but I could feel their lingering stares on me. I could smell the fear coming off of Damon as he watched me leave the room. A sigh of relief filled the air forcing rage to eat away at my heart, whipping back I felt power growing in my golden eyes as I bit deep into his neck blood the taste of copper and sickly sweet dripped warmly in my lips.

Gulping down the blood I shoved him to the ground as I rubbed the silk white sleeve against my mouth as I glared down at him. "Elijah tried to kill my son, you killed my husband and now you are going to die. If he doesn't get to live then neither do you." I snarled lowly as I looked at him and hated flaring in my eyes as my body burned with power. The hate helped to keep my mind fresh and alive as I stepped out into the cold air.

The soft whispers of people swirled around me as I took in a long heavy breathtaking in the crisp fall air. God, how would I be able to do holidays? He's gone. I wanted to cry. I couldn't breathe, my lungs burned and my legs shook violently.

I felt disgust pooling in my stomach as my throat burned with pain and disgust. "He's right you don't look well, Niklaus come here" I slowly opened my eyes to see a man with copper sink with dirty blond hair and electric blue eyes greeting me.

A sharp jawline and red lips pulled into a grim line locked on me as he stared narrowed and pointed at me. I stumbled forward knowing exactly who was looming before me, "Why the hell did he call you" My tone was pointed and outrage as he gave me a pitying look as he walked over to me his bored chest stared back at me as he gave me a pointed stare one that told me that he wasn't nearly down with this.

"You are my son and your husband was killed. Your pup is drugged up to sleep and you haven't slept in a week. I'm taking you home and you are going to lay down or so help me god Niklaus it will be the last time you say no to me." His tone was cold and pointed as he glared at me. I knew by the commanding aura encircling him as I let out a tired yawn. I stumbled over to him slowly leaning my face against his chest taking in the soft scent of the winter pines and strong cedar.

"You and Ty are going to stay with me at the family compound for a while. It has a protective barrier; only a wolf from our bloodline can see the compound let alone step foot in it. But it can wait until after you have the funeral. Come one I got some blood in the car you're going to drink it and then we are going to a restaurant you're going to eat there will be no more arguing you will do what you're told you might be a 1,059 year old but your still my pup."

His tone was commanding but I wasn't listening. I slipped deeper into my own sleep, my arms wrapped firmly around his waist as I gripped tightly to his body as he began to rub his finger in my hair. "Okay, sweet pup lets get you home." That was the last thing that I heard before blacking out. I could only hope that this would be over and soon.

Ansel POV

I watched him snoring gently as I tried to place him into the car but he wouldn't let go of me, he gripped tightly to my neck as he moaned in protest. "Papa don't please I don't want to" I felt my heartache as I took in a deep breath cooing at him as I spoke in a low tone. "Shhh sweet pup it's only for a few minutes then we will be home okay?" I tried to make my tone as sweet and gentle as possible. He hasn't eaten or slept in a week. He was worrying about me.

"No can't I sit in your lap." I sighed heavily as I looked at the massive off-road jeep I knew that there would be enough space to sit him in my lap. "Okay, Niklaus." There was a softness to my tone as I placed him gently in the passenger seat but his whimpering of protest only continued as I made a way in the driver's seat. I pulled him back into my lap, instantly his whimpering stopped as he rested his ear over my heart.

Turning the keys in the ignition, the soft hum of the engine seemed to pull my sweet prince further into the deep as a never-ending wave of exhaustion rumbled over him. I knew that he was tired even if he didn't want to admit it. He was such a sweet kid that I couldn't help but pity him. He never had an easy life and this wasn't going to be any better. Taking in a long breath my chest expanded as Nik let out a low whimper as if to say please don't move.

It didn't take us long to get to the house and I was more than shocked to see Ester's eldest son waiting for me. Well actually Finn is the eldest son but he is daggered in a box somewhere, the moment that his eyes fell on me there was shock and doubt glimmering in them as his deep brown glinted in the light.

"But how? You were supposed to be dead" As he spoke something in Nikolas awakened something primal and dangerous, I could sense the hate and malice slipping from his pores was directed to his elder brother. I wanted to chide him for such behavior but the saddened look in Elijah's eyes told me that his hatred was warranted.

"Is there something that you would like to tell me regarding my pup? He seemed rather crossed with you Elijah" My tone was cold and commanding as a shiver of guilt rushed down his spine. I could feel my inner alpha rising as I glared hatefully at him. Something must have gone wrong. I could feel the bloodlust rolling off the house in front of me.

Chocolate brown eyes brimmed with guilt as he gave me a shame ridden expression as his lips pulled into a tight-lipped frown. "A week ago I met my nephew though not under the best of circumstance. Maddox was killed so that a vampire could get to me to use me to kill Niklaus. I came here looking for him and instead found a young hybrid. I almost killed him."

His tone was deeply ashamed but the rage burning in my chest didn't allow me to feel pity, I knew that black veins had started to form under my eyes as I looked to the man that rested before me. "Father killed you, I watched lay your body in front of my mother" His tone was mystified as he easily moved from the subject of the young nephew he tried to kill to me. Taking in a heavy breath I pulled Niklaus just a bit tighter to my chest as I looked down at his gentle face. He almost looked at ease if it wasn't for the black bags and his sickly white skin.

"Your father killed me putting me in transition, she fed me doppelganger blood and when he snapped my neck I transitioned. She made me an original hybrid much like Niklaus. Though he is my only surviving son. I had three daughters who passed on the family name. You're one of the reasons that my son and grandson are in so much pain I can't abide that. Leave before I make you leave boy"

My tone was cold and pointed as I stalked over to the wrap around porch of the massive mansion. The white marble stared back at me as I took in a long heavy breath. Letting my chest expand once more only this time Niklaus didn't whimper a low growl built in his chest. Walking in the house grief hit me like a wave; it wasn't all too shocking to see Maddox's father. A grim look on his face as his green gaze flickered from me to my son.

"He is pushing himself, Tyler is still asleep. I doubt that he will be up for a few hours, neither have eaten or drunken any blood. I'm worried if they keep this up, they will die and not that it matters to them." A sadness filled his tone as I tried to place Nik on the soft velvet red couch but his grip on my shirt, his fingers bounded up the soft cotton fabric. Sighing heavily I dropped down on the couch with him putting my feet up as I carefully adjusted him so that he could lay against me and the couch comfortably.

"You are right that he was so exhausted that he passed out the moment that I had him in my arms. After the funeral, I'm going to have him and Ty come with me to the compound. They need a few days away from the lies and plots. I know that Nik wants vengeance and I'm sure that Tyler is the only thing keeping him from that. I don't like it but right now it's the only thing that is going to allow either of them time to heal. Though it's not like the rest of the world is going to stop wanting them dead. Hybrids are dangerous to everyone and then there are the Originals."

The sadness in my tone forces my vision to grow misty with sadness as I notice the older man before me smiling sadly. Collapsing in the lazy boy chair that I'm sure Nik adores with all his heart. Maddox got it for him for his birthday. Something about him spending too much time falling asleep in his office. At least this way he could plot in the living room where Maddox could care for him.

"He should have married a wolf, I love my son but he wasn't strong enough to keep up with these two. I love Tyler. He is as much my grandson as he is yours but he got so used to the idea that his fathers are immortal that now that one of them is dead he can't even process it. The kid is broken, Ansel."

I kissed Nik's temple running my nimble fingers through his hair as I spoke with grief laden voice as a coiling cold chord of trepidation tightened around my heart.

"Yes, I understand that more than most, I'm immortal but I wasn't able to see my son until Tyler was born. Once he came back to mystic falls I wouldn't let him out of my sight for weeks. I fear that one day he would be dead. Micheal is still out there and Maddox was the only reason that they hadn't been found. I fear for their safety now that he is gone. For their health and their state of mind. As he was woken up at all?"

My tone was questioning as I didn't dare look up from my son's face, brushing a few curls out of his face as he yipped a bit. I smile gently before pulling the knitted black blanket over his shivering form.

"The first three days that it happened he was latched to Nik, he wouldn't let anyone else touch him and he wouldn't sleep. It came to the point that Nik made a decision he compelled a nurse to drug him, he had been out since. He wakes up every few hours here and there but he never says anything except for. Where's papa? I don't have the heart to tell him, I know that he knows that he is dead but still to see him so broken. It's so hard to watch. I made my peace with my own death a long time ago, he married a Michealson and as much as I love my grandson and Nik, I'm ashamed of admitting that for the first 10 years of their marriage I didn't speak to my son he was dead to me. But then when they brought that little 6-year-old boy into our house I don't know I couldn't hate them ever again."

I nodded head, sitting there speaking to him for hours before he finally went to bed. I sat there with Nik until I heard a soft creaking of the stairs. Looking up from my blank thought I could see Ty. His hair was mused, his brown eyes were dark and red-rimmed. But at the very least he didn't have black bags under his eyes like his father. He had a white wolf tucked firmly under his arm, a stuffed toy I gave him when he was a baby. I can't believe that he still had it.

"Grandpa Ansel?" He rushed down the stairs his thin frame worried me he looked weak not physically but as he rushed over to me his pain hit me like a truck. I didn't let my grimace rise to my face or let my pain waft off for me as I smiled weakly at him.

"Bubby what are you doing out of bed? I hear you haven't been sleeping all that well." Even as I spoke in a gentle voice the same one that I used with my little Nik, he frowned. Rubbing his right arm gingerly where I saw injection marks.

"I didn't see his body like dad, but I remember smelling his corpse on Elijah, seeing the blood that littered dad's favorite black jacket. I remember his tears and the pain that he tried his best to hide from me. I remember it all grandpa and I wish that I didn't. I wish that this was all one big horrible dream that I could get away from. But this is not and every time that I close my eyes I trade one nightmare for another. I just can't willingly put myself in that position. Dad hasn't slept for a week. I know that he is afraid to but he is playing tough for me. Is that why you are here? We aren't sleeping so they called in the cavalry?"

His tone grew light and joking towards the end, shifting his father carefully. I sat up so that Nik was leaning against my right side and my left side was free. Patting the couch happily I watched him jump at the human to be near me. Pups needed constant contact and Ty was a sweet kid but now he had to be more sensitive than usual. Weakly I spoke in a low tone as I threw my other arm around him.

"I'm here because my boys are hurting, I'm here for you, you're going to come to stay with me for a little bit. The clan will be happy to see you both. It's only for a little while until all of this blows over. Tomorrow is the funeral, for now, let's get you some rest, what do you say?"

My tone was weak and warm as he nodded his head though it looked like it hurt him to move too much. I'm sure that he is light-headed. They both need blood whether I had to force it down his throat or not would be their choice.

Elana POV

I ran my finger through Damon's raven hair, panic swallowing me as I noticed his glazed over blue eyes as he gave me a weak smile. His skin was calmly and cold as he looked at me with fear flashing in his eyes but it was so facing and momentary that I thought that I might have made it all up but I knew better than that. I looked over at Stefan. He was talking back and forth as he snarled in rage. "Is there a cure to a werewolf bite?"

His tone was manic and filled with fear as Caroline stood off to the side, tears welling in her eyes but I doubt that the tears were for Damon. "Yes there is one cure but you will never get it" I watched Elijah walk in the room with his British accent falling for his lips he carried himself with a kind of protective air. His brown eyes were filled with so much depth that I thought that I could drown in them. Taking in a long heavy breath I felt the ebbing wave of panic and fear disappearing.

"You will never get it because the cure is my brother's blood. In case you didn't notice you killed his husband of 20 years and tortured his son, his only child. He is grieving but if you want his help you should try his father. Ansel, a prominent wolf king and alpha of the North-East Atlantic Pack, owns a reservation just outside of the town. If you want him to give you the blood, talk to Ansel. I would do it but I tried to kill Tyler."

As he spoke he did so in a remorseful voice but one lace with guilt, his deep brown eyes shifted from me to Damon and then back to Stefan. When he spoke his lips were pulled into a hard grim line it took everything that I had not to run after this Ansel man.

"I would like to point out that you should at least wait a few more hours. The funeral is going on right now and after that, they will be going to the grill knowing Niklaus will want a stiff drink." Elijah spoke with certainty.

I felt a wave of relief flooding me as well as excitement, "Caroline, come one we are going now, we can wait there. I need you to distract Tyler." I knew that my tone was wild and furious as I jumped from the couch watching Damon with a warm smile pulling at my lips. Running over to Stefan I ran a gentle hand along with his cheek. The soft scuff lining his jaw forced a warm smile to pull at my lips as I smiled weekly. My lips were trembling and I knew better than to let the boys go talk to them. They were the ones that helped to kill his husband. I could only hope that all of this turned out for the best.