A/N: this chapter will be a bit different. It'll be from Klaus' POV instead of Hunter's. I WILL BE REWRITING KLAUS AND MIKAEL'S BACKSTORY!! I'll write at least another chapter besides this one, might add a third. Not sure yet. After THAT, we'll get Klaus and Hunter meeting properly.

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The smell of flames would haunt Klaus Mikaelson for a thousand eternities.

It reminded of his mother's cruelest spell...the one she used to curse Mikael and Klaus to an eternity of misery.

Klaus always knew Mikael loved them. Of course he did. The man beamed like a fool whenever he looked at his children, smiling during dinner. He loved them so much he had almost died dozens of times trying to keep them safe...

But the curse Esther put on Mikael...it had to make him hate his children...How else would he be able to accomplish his mission?

Niklaus never loathed his mother more than when she told them her plan.

Apparently , she had hoped Mikael would agree to locking away Klaus' werewolf side, but when Mikael did not, claiming their son would never be a monster, no matter what his nature said, and solemnly declaring his love for their son, Esther decide to speed up her spells.

Klaus could still hear Mikael's screams. His father had tried to stop the spell before Esther completed it. Once Mikael realized he could do nothing about it, he used his gift and protect his son. Mikael took Klaus' pain upon himself, so his son would not feel the curse, so he would not feel the loss of a part of himself. It worked, partially.

Klaus could feel himself losing his father's love.

"You'll be alright, my boy." Mikael whispered, the chains on his wrists tinkling as he moved closer to Klaus, who sobbed miserably. Esther had manipulated her sons into tying down their father and brother.

"Please, father...I'm sorry." Klaus muttered as his father softly touched his cheek.

"It's alright. Everything will be alright, my son." He said, softly touching his forehead on his son's. "Some day you'll all be free from my mistakes." Mikael held back a sob. "Some day you'll be happy, my boy. Odin, help me, I'll make sure of it if it's the last thing I do..."

"It's time." Esther said, the flames around them burning brighter. "Your father is right. It'll be alright..." she smiled, a cruel and cold smile which frightened Klaus to his bones.

Although, perhaps, in his mother's mind, it was a kindness. Esther thought it would be better to have Mikael be the one to kill Klaus, to punish him for his future atrocities... And so she cursed her husband to be the "protector of humanity". He was supposed to hunt down his children and, whenever they did something cruel, Mikael was supposed to punish them. In most cases, the punishment he was supposed to inflict on his children, according to Esther's judgement from the Other Side, was death itself.

Klaus had being condemned to death at least a 100 times by his mother. But his father never tried to deliver the punishment.

Mikael always found them. He sometimes was cruel, the voices Esther put in his head were too loud for him not to listen. Not to mention the pain, the awful pain he felt whenever he refused to hurt his children. His bones would twist and break, and every wound he ever had inflicted upon his body would reopen...all in a desperate attempt to force Mikael to kill his children.

Yet he never tried to harm his child. Mikael would approach them slowly, telling them all the awful things they had done. He urged them to do better, be kinder so Esther would not try to harm them through him.

Still, after years, Mikael gave up on trying to reason with his children. He had asked them to be better too many times, and they had ignored him.

So, when he arrived in New Orleans, Mikael simply scared his children, he did so with the least amount of killing. The witches and werewolves had manipulated Marcel and Rebekah's love, using them to lure Mikael in the hopes he would kill Klaus...they should have known better.

Mikael took them down. But not before they could hurt Marcel and Elijah. The trap was ready, but the enemies of the Mikaelsons needed the Destroyer for it to succeed.

Thankfully, Mikael would rather die than harm his children.

So, as he sat behind Klaus in the Opera House, Mikael pulled out the stake with the intention of giving it to his son.

"Niklaus..." he whispered tenderly, his hand reaching for his son's shoulder.

"Father." Klaus spited. "Has mother sent you to kill me again, or are you on vacation?" He jested, his voice trembling as he tried to sound much more confident than he actually was.

Mikael chuckled. "No. I'm afraid a vacation is out of question for me." He smiled, sighing as he watched his son. "You know I never wanted to harm you, my boy...right?" He added quietly, his voice unsteady.

"Why not?" Klaus cried, tears burning his eyes. "I'm a monster according to mother. I've killed and destroyed thousands of lives just for the sake of doing it..."

"You are not a bad person, my boy." Mikael blurted out, finally touching his son's shoulder. "You're mother is not right about you. You're not a monster"

Klaus tensed under his father's touch. "Have you broken the curse?" The words flew out of his mouth, his heart drumming in his chest.

Perhaps, this time, Mikael would run with them. This time they would be a family again, with their father by their side, guiding them to a better path...For the first time in centuries, Niklaus let himself hope.

"No." Mikael said dryly. "The witches and werewolves were plotting against you." He went on, too afraid to hear his son's reply on the matter of his curse. "I've taken down some of their leaders. But they attacked Rebekah and Elijah. I kept them safe in a side room here in the Opera. I broke their necks, but they should wake soon. I'm afraid your werewolf...lady friend is dead. Or helping in the plot against you." He sighed, hearing his bones breaking.

"You have little time. I couldn't find your protégé, Marcel. If he's alive, I'll make sure he's alright. But now you must go, my boy. Now." He fell to his knees, panting, trying to hide his pain.

"Have you ever even tried to break the curse?" He cried out, turning back to face his father.

"Did you hear anything I said, boy?" Mikael yelled back, over the sick laughter of the crowded theater—a courtesy of the witches spell. "We don't have time for this. You must—."

"Run?" Klaus raged, his eyes burning Mikael's soul away. "I've been running all my life, and for what?" He chuckled bitterly. "She'll always find me guilty of one thing or another and you..." he bit his tongue, desperate to stop himself from crying in front of his father. "You will never break your curse, will you?" He looked at the stage, the curtains had not yet been lifted.

"Perhaps you think I deserve it too, don't you father?" Klaus spited out, his lips trembling. "Perhaps you even enjoy torturing me..." the words had a foul taste, and he regretted even thinking them.

"Don't you dare." Mikael cried, grabbing his son's tie and forcing Klaus to look at him. "Don't you dare say I enjoy this, Niklaus..." his voice trembling, he stared at his son. "Every night, I think about a way to end this. A way to set you free from this and all our curses..." he sighed, letting go of Klaus' tie and placing his hand on his shoulder. "Only your mother, or death, can break the curse placed on me..." he lowered his eyes, showing Klaus the white oak stake.

"Father, please—I'm so—."

"Take it."

"I-I can't." Klaus cried, as his father forced the stake into his hand. "I won't kill you... I refuse to!"

Mikael chuckled. "Well and I refuse to hurt you, my boy." He coughed, blood dripping from his lips. "But we both know what happens when I don't do what your mother wants..."

"No." Klaus shook his head. "I won't..."

"Maybe not today." Mikael sighed, letting his forehead meet his son's. "But someday you'll break your werewolf curse..."

"No." Klaus sobbed, holding on to his father's arms.

"Some day you'll be strong enough to do it." Mikael wrapped his arms around his son, pulling Klaus into a hug. "I want you to do it. I want you to be free...I want to be free..."

Klaus let his head fall on his father's shoulder and cried. Mourning the life and the hope he would never have again.

When the witches set fire to the Opera House, Mikael dragged his children out of it. Leaving them alone on the streets, he went back to help put the fire out. Meanwhile, his children got separated and fled for their lives.

Just as Klaus carried Rebekah to his car, he locked eyes with a young blonde boy, no older than 12. His eyes left a hole in Klaus' heart. But the boy smiled at Niklaus and disappeared.

Klaus never mentioned him to anyone. Which was not at all surprising.

The Mikaelsons had all chosen long ago to tell a different story. It was far too painful to admit his father was cursed. A curse always seemed to imply they could save Mikael, and perhaps he could. But while he was still a madman...the mere thought of hope, hurt them too much.

So, when they told their story, Mikael was always a madman. The monster, the devil hunter, the Destroyer.

He was never just a puppet for their mother's cruelty. It would be an offense of Mikael's skills and warrior's honor. And it would be the truth. A truth none of them could ever face.

Yet Klaus followed at least part of his father's advice. He did all he could to run and hide, always searching for a way to break his own curse. But Niklaus never tried to be kind again.

Partially because he could never see the point. But also because madly, Klaus hoped to see his father again, and kindness never gave away his location.

Kindness could never free neither Mikael nor Klaus. So who could blame the Original Hybrid for choosing cruelty?

Klaus broke his werewolf curse with all the rage and cruelty he had in his heart. And he waited for the day he could free his father.

Sadly, Fate had other plans for Mikael, Klaus and Hunter, the young boy Niklaus saw as he fled from his home.

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