AN: Decided it was time to put this mess out of its misery. Thanks to anyone, who's actually been reading it :S Anyway, I hope to be updating 'the Descent of Man' soon (I guarantee you that THAT is much more interesting.)

Chapter 5.

"Alas, my lo-ove, you do me wrong ... !"

"Shut up!"

" ... to cast me off discurteously!"

"Please, don't ..."

"And I have lo-oved you so long ... "

Thorstar and Kol pulled Niklaus down from the stage to scattered applause. The only one showing any enthusiasm was a small girl in a white princess dress. Klaus bowed to her as he passed, almost falling over. "My Lady."

Thorstar had a half-smile on his face, while Kol clearly showed his irritation at being outdone by his brother in the embarrasing-drunkard department. "Really, we should leave you here, "he grumbled.

"Oh, please do, "Klaus tried to free himself from Kol's grip to get back on the stage. "The audience wants an encore."

Kol snorted. "I very much doubt that."

"Yes, they do, "Klaus insisted. "I can feel it ... "

"Klaus ... "Kol "Do you remember Finn singing the saga song of 'King Dan' by the evening fire?"

Niklaus grimaced. "Vividly ..."

Kol nodded. "Yeah, you sound worse than that."

"Bloody Hell!" Klaus frowned in drunken anger. "Now you are not making any sense at all!"

But Kol's blunt remark kept Niklaus baffled long enough that they were able to usher him outside. The twilight crept over the city and the electric street lights turned on one by one, as they followed the road back to the bridge.

They passed the park, just as a police car pulled up. Two uniformed officers were standing guard by the entrance.

One of them narrowed his eyes at Kol. "Hey! Do I know you?"

Kol smiled at him. "Of course, "he said. "I'm a dancer at 'the Clean Glass.' I never forget a big tipper ..."

"Move along!" The officer waved vigirously, while his collegue snickered.

"Thank you, "Kol said solemnly. "You payed for my little brother's college education."

"They must've found the dead gypsy, "Thorstar hissed at him, his righteous anger returning with a vengeance.

"Don't worry, "Kol mumbled, glancing back over his shoulder. "There's no sign of foul play."

Thorstar gave him an incredulous look. "Her neck is broken!"

Kol shrugged. "She could've tripped going into the tent."

"And closed the flap behind her?!"

Kol frowned. "Give me a second; I'msure I can come up with a believable story ..."

"I don't care!" Thorstar abruptly let go of his side of Niklaus and the elder Original collapsed on the cobble stone. "I've had it with you!"

"Thorstar ... " Kol pulled Niklaus up to a sitting position.

"No!" Thorstar walked off angrily, calling back over his shoulder. "Come back, when you decide to grow up! Until then; good riddance!"

Kol watched him walk away with amusement. "And that is how it usually ends, "he told his bleary-eyed brother.

(Break)

Thorstar arrived back at the Collegium Regium minutes later, almost ripping the door of it hinges in his anger. Vilhelm looked up at him from his place at the desk, startled. "My God, Tore, what happened?"

"The usual." Thorstar pulled off his costume furiously, ripping it in several places. "Death, destruction. No sense whatsoever and total disregard for human life."

Vilhelm shrugged. "These things happen even in the best of families ..."

"Whatever ... " Thorstar climbed into his bed. "I need to sleep. Wake me up next decade, please!"

Vilhelm shrugged again, turning back to his letter to the Minister of Internal Affairs on civil rights for disabled working-class werewolfs. "Vampires, "he mumbled overbearingly.

(Break)

(Monday, February 10th 1902)

Kol woke just as the sun was setting. The room seemed to be moving lazily up and down and for a second, he thought he was still drunk. Until he remembered that he and Niklaus had boarded the ship back to England the night before.

He rubbed his eyes and looked around. The cabin was medium-sized with two narrow beds, a couch, a desk and a build-in closet. Nik was asleep on the bed by the opposite wall, his face turned away and his arm flopping over the side.

Kol snorted and got up, smoothing his shirt. He opened the closet, found a bucket and placed it beside his sleeping brother's bed. Just in case; Kol was under no circumstances going to mop up half-digested blood and wine.

Then he frowned.

Something hadn't been quite right.

He went back to the closet and let his eyes wander over the back wall, searching. And there it was; a doorhandle.

He turned it and pulled. The back of the closet opened with a loud creaking to reveal a set of riggety, wooden stairs. The smell of salty sea water rushing up to meet him.

He glanced back at his brother, but Niklaus hadn't moved.

Curious as a cat, he quickly descended the stairs, leaving the door half-open behind him. And then he found him self in a room at the bottom of the ship, the side curving,naked ship planks.

in the middle of the room stood three caskets end to end. All of them similar of the same dark, polished wood.

He tried to open the nearest one, but it wouldn't budge. As he lay all his strenght into it, he realised that it was shut by more than regular, human devises. It had to be magic.

The next one opened soundlessly and Kol shuddered at its contents.

Finn, laying motionless in his out-dated clothes with a dagger protruding from his chest. He was very clearly dead and not sleeping.

"My my, Niklaus, "Kol mumbled, shaking his head. "Wait till I tell Elijah about this."

He opened the final casket and frowned. It was empty; its soft, satin lining shining in the little light that streamed through the cracks in the ceiling.

"What the ..." He never got to finish.

"Couldn't mind your own business, could you?"

Kol spun around, as he realized Nik was standing right behind him. His brother had a strange smirk on his face. "Nevermnd ..."

Kol gasped as the cold dagger stabbed into his heart and his legs buckled.

"Maybe you shouldn't have called me a worse singer than Finn after all!"

AN: And THAT was the real reason, why Kol was daggered (... I added, just to let it end as ridiculously as it started.)

Klaus Mikaelson performs 'Lady Greensleeves' every Sunday night between 9.30 and 10 at the Lake Pavillion in Copenhagen.