Klaus looked around the crumbling wooden mansion as he walked up to it, the dead witches house.

Silly little boy that Stefan Salvatore was. Did he really think the Original wouldn't find them here? Klaus will get his coffin back even if he needed to kill them all for that. No more gentleness, no more peace, he would get her back. By force if needed! Kaylah couldn't be revealed. Nobody could know.

He slammed the door open, and zapped upstairs. If theses witches knew what was best for them, they'd leave him alone.

"Stefan!" He called out roughly. "I want my coffin back."

"Whoops. Wrong brother."

Damon was standing there, in the middle of the room. No coffin to be seen. Bloody witches.

"My coffin." Klaus repeated, without blinking. "Now."

"Oh well, it isn't available at the moment."

"You don't fool anyone, Damon. You're pretty obvious, actually. A house of useless dead witches, you really thought that to be the best place to hide? As if I didn't know of it. I'm one step ahead of you, always. That you got me by surprise once doesn't imply that I won't-"

Klaus groans, his hand reaching for his temple in a vain hope to stop that excruciating pain.

"Not very smart to talk ill of the dead." Damon mocks. "See, I've got said dead witches on my side."

Klaus grunts in pain, before he managed to get back on his feet, eyes blazing with rage.

"Listen to me very carefully!" Klaus toned, and the spell seemed to wear off. "You bloody witches cannot kill me. Nobody can! If you don't show it to me I will hunt all of your descendants to their ends, do you hear me?!" He snapped, before roaring "SHOW IT TO ME!"

Damon didn't even flinch, simply staring at the original. A second of dead silence passed and a coffin appeared behind the Salvatore.

A satisfied smirk grew across the Original's lips. "Better."

"Who is in it, even, huh?" Damon taunts. "Rebekah never mentioned another sister."

Klaus clenched his jaw, back and forth, trying to keep his temper under control. He didn't like to think about this particular day where he took the decision to erase her, to make sure no one would ever find out about his dirty secret. His longest secret. Kaylah. His sweet, innocent, Kaylah... But what other choice did he have?

FLASH_BACK (960 A.D) :

And he just left her there. He didn't know what else to do, he wasn't even sure those odd daggers work to start with. Kaylah was no more. That's all he had to think about, to convince himself of; he'd never breath a word about what happened. To anyone. He'd make sure nobody ever finds out about her...

As he made his way back to his siblings at the spot near the lake, his mind was wandering to what had just happened. Did he make the right choice? He had to believe so. He should've never got infatuated with her to start with... She was Kol's, she's always been his. Kol was his brother, sure enough he had that bad habit of playing with his last nerves and push his limits but he was still his baby brother. He couldn't afford to loose him. He had to make a choice. It was Kol or Kaylah and he choose Kol. Always and forever. Their family needed to stick together.

He paused for a second, listening to his surroundings. Had his siblings possibly heard them? He shook his head negatively before he start walking again. No. Of course not, had they heard her voice to start with they would've intervened before (Kol surely would have) and somehow he wished they had. At least, he wouldn't need to do this now. Not to her, not to their precious Kaylah... She's always been important to their family. Surprisingly enough Mikael didn't hate her (Esther did but that was another conversation to have), she was Elijah's protegee, Rebekah's sister and Kol's first love... Niklaus swallowed thickly. Gods, what had he done?

They had an agreement, but would they stick to it if they knew? ...He couldn't risk it. He was far to afraid to loose them. They were his family, not hers. Everyone thought her to be dead, and from now on that's what she'll be to everyone.

Dead.

Gone.

END OF FLASH_BACK.

Shaking the memories aside, Klaus cracked his neck to the side. "That is none of your concern. Hand her over to me or you die."

Damon simply smiled coyly at him, and maybe that should've told him that something was off but it didn't.

"I don't think so." Said another voice.

Klaus paled up, all colors leaving from his face, as he turns his head towards this voice he knew all too well... Oh, bloody hell!

"Kol..."