Hey Yall! So here is another chapter from Klebekah's trip down memory lane! This chapter gives you an idea of how far in the future I have set the story. It also get a little more risque than before so I upped the rating a bit. Nothing too big in my opinion but that is just me. I did another personal story one for this chapter.
Enjoy!

After a moment reflecting on some of the darker times of Hope's early days, Klaus pulls his sister over to a larger canvas. It is entirely in black and white at first glance, but upon closer inspection there is only one other color used in the painting. Klaus can see Rebekah is looking much too closely at larger painting and chuckles, "Look at the bigger picture, sister," he whispers in her ear as they take a couple steps back. Rebekah can not figure out at first what she is looking at. After taking the suggested steps back, the photo hits her like a brick wall. It was herself holding Hope as a baby.

The painting portrayed the back side view of a womanly figure with wavy locks down her back kissing a small baby on her shoulder with the brightest blue eyes Rebekah had ever seen. She stared at the painting for a while and could not seem to take her eyes off of it. "Nik… Is that… How did you…" Rebekah was actually speechless. Even though the figure was essentially faceless with strategic hair placement, Rebekah knew it was painted in her image.

"I must say I do enjoy seeing you at a loss for words," Klaus comments with a cocky smirk. Tossing back the rest of the bourbon he then hands off the empty glass to one of the men compelled to keep the masses at bay.

"Is that really me or is your narcissism rubbing off on me?" Rebekah asks glancing to her brother beside her.

Rolling his eyes, "Yes,"

"Yes, it is me or yes, I am being narcissistic?"

"Both, actually," Klaus smirks boldly.

Rebekah squeezes his bicep rolling her eyes. "It is intended to be you, Rebekah. Though I kept her faceless so it could remain more anonymous," Klaus explains admiring his own work.

"How did you ever come to see this?" Rebekah asks curiously, "When Hope was that small we were on the run. You never saw her till she was bigger than that,"

Klaus sighed heavily and shrugged his shoulders, "It came to be in a dream I head one night, believe it or not," Klaus described, "It was the same city, but much more peaceful. It was the kind of city I would want my daughter to grow up in. One where her mother and you could raise her together, where no one would have to leave for their protection, where my family was safe," Klaus pauses allowing it to sink into Rebekah, "In the dream I woke up and you were in my room with Hope. You stood in doorway of the veranda at morning so I could only see your silhouette, and upon waking it was all I could think about. It began as a sketch, and somehow became a master canvas." Klaus shrugs, "I donated it to the museum of art in New York, it ships in a couple of days,"

"Nik, Hope and I have been home now for four years. What made you have such a dream this late on?" Rebekah inquired.

Klaus sighs and thinks back to what could have possibly been the trigger for the dream he had, because there was much more to the dream than what he was telling.

~1 year ago

Though it seemed like a corny idea to Klaus, Hayley had insisted upon having a sort of Family Night once a week where they all got together and did something as a family. It could be dinner, it could be storytelling, or in this week's case –a movie night. Because of Hope's young age of three it was to be something more family friendly and this week it was to be the film 'Princess Bride'. Klaus sat on a love seat and convinced Rebekah to sit with him opposed to their brother Elijah for the movie. Elijah opted to sit in a reading chair alone while giving the couch to Hayley, Hope, and Jackson.

Klaus moved one leg to lay against the back on the loveseat comfortably. Rebekah easily sat between his legs laying her back against his chest to face the screen. Smoothly, Klaus moved Rebekah's long locks to one side giving him access to her ear and neck. Though he would claim it was to see the movie better, everyone knew he was lying. He really just enjoyed sneaking small kisses along her neck while she watched the film play out. Rebekah took great comfort in his arm around her midsection that held her in place on the couch as well as on him. The original siblings remained as they were for the entirety of the movie.

Klaus looked to Rebekah as the movie came to the screen and smiled upon seeing his little sister had fallen asleep. Hayley points out that Hope had done the same thing and fallen asleep near the end of the movie. Klaus lifts Rebekah up in his arms and says goodnight to all as he takes his sister up to her room. Somehow, Klaus ended up tucking Rebekah into his bed with him and she lay on his bare chest. He runs his fingers through her hair as he smiles down to her so peacefully sleeping.

In the middle of the night, Klaus wakes to Rebekah on top of him kissing his neck and collar bone. Klaus quickly flips them over to lay atop her and reciprocates the kisses to her own bare skin. She arches at his touch and moans lightly. As his lips move south, Rebekah begins to breath faster and arch higher to meet him saying the words, "I'm yours," over and over to him as if it is a prayer.

In a flash, it is morning and Klaus wakes to beams of light dancing across his face and the soft sound of his sister singing. Slowly, Klaus opens his eyes to see his sister in nothing but her black bra and panties holding Hope as a baby. He is so warmed by the silhouetted image that he does not even question Hope's age in the moment. He simply smiles and crawls out of bed in his boxers and stands behind his sisters kissing first his baby daughter's forehead and then his sister's temple. His sister smiles up at him and they look out to the flowing city below them. Full of locals and tourists getting along peacefully and coexisting. It is while hugging Rebekah and Hope to his chest that he hears their brother calling his name.

"Niklaus… Niklaus… Klaus," Elijah beckoned gently nudging his younger brother on the loveseat.

Klaus awoke with a gasp and took fast inventory of what was going on and where he was. He was in the family room on the love seat with Rebekah curled up between his legs with her head on his chest asleep. The credits for the movie were rolling on the screen and Hope was asleep in Jackson's arms at her grown size of three years old. Klaus looked down to see Rebekah was still fast asleep on her side against his chest nestled contently dreaming. Klaus moves his hand from her side and up to her hair slowly waking her up from her dream, "Wake up, Bekah," he whispers to her.

~Present Day

Having had his sister so comfortably coupled with him that night had brought thoughts of what could have been to the surface. Both of them were guilty of thinking about it from time to time. But as they aged further into their first couple of decades together as vampires, it became apparent that having a family was not possible for either of them. Little did they know then that at just over a thousand years old Klaus had unknowingly discovered a supernatural loophole to having a family. This both angered and excited Rebekah in the sense that she would never be able to have a child, but she could help in raising her niece.

"I am not quite sure why," He lied, "but it just came to me and it is all I remember of the dream," Klaus says shrugging his shoulders, "I considered keeping it in the house, but I believe it makes Hayley uncomfortable," he smirks looking to Rebekah who smiles at the painting.

"Well, I think it is lovely," she remarks as both of their blue eyes fall to the only bit of color on the black and white canvas. The blue orbs of the darling little girl in their lives.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I intend to continue on so long as I see there is still an interest in the story. Also: concerning the interest in knowing my take on the portraits of Elijah and Rebekah in the compound itself, that I intend to make my last chapter so do not fear it is in the works ;) in the meantime feel free to shoot me your own ideas for chapters.