Henry
Klaus POV
I lay on my bed besides my beloved, unconscious Caroline. I'm unable to sleep. Sunlight is now streaming through the bedroom window marking a new day with the same issues and facts from yesterday. One fact keeps running through my mind that denies me rest.
I have a son.
He's downstairs, a grown man and without a doubt, the most powerful being on the planet.
"What the hell is going on?" I ask the ceiling.
"Tell me about it."
I glance at Caroline beside me, her blue eyes staring into mine.
"I knew it felt wrong letting you kill him," she continues thoughtfully with a frown. "I just never believed it was because, because..."
"He's our son," I finish
"Yeah," she says, her frown deepening.
Her expression makes me frown as well. "And that bothers you."
She sighs, sitting up. "I just find it hard to believe that after what you've done, our relationship would survive, let alone long enough for us to have a child together."
Her words are like a stake going through my heart. Dread fills me as I know where this conversation is going.
"Caroline..." I start.
"You compelled me!" She shouts.
I let her unbridled wrath wash over me as I close my eyes. "I know."
"And what's worse, you didn't even miss me."
I bristle at this, my head snapping up at her outrageous accusation. "That's not true," I reply in a very controlled voice.
"Oh? Tell me. Am I just supposed to believe you because you're the," she quotes the following with her fingers mockingly, " 'big bad hybrid,' 'the king of New Orleans?' "
"If you truly believe that I didn't care, then why did you make love to me last night?" I snap, not appreciating her mockery.
She scoffs, getting up from the bed, pacing the bedroom.
"Why Caroline if you believe I'm some heartless bastard?!" I demand Heatedly. Unbelievable! How, after all this time, can she doubt my feelings for her? How can she doubt how important she is to me?
Her eyes fall on mine, unmerciful. "Just because I had a moment of weakness doesn't mean you care. Besides, people have sex with others they don't care about all the time. I should know. I was Damon's sex toy for awhile. What made me think you were different is beyond me."
My fury takes over with that. I flash before her, ready to break her neck. "Don't you ever compare me to Damon Salvatore!" I yell in her face. " I am nothing like him!"
"I doubt that, Klaus!" she spat. "You are obviously not against compelling others when it suits you. And it's obvious now that if Bonnie and Kol hadn't brought me to Bloodlust, if I didn't die, almost permanently, I might add, if I didn't take that potion all those years ago, you would of never lifted your compulsion."
I clench my teeth, very angry, but unable to respond.
She smirks, shaking her head. "That's what I thought. I can't believe I wasted 17 years with you."
With those words, it was as if she yanked my heart out and stomped on it the pain was so great. How long had I tried to push down the thoughts that said I was unworthy of her, undeserving of her light and love. And here it is, dropping from her very lips.
My eyes narrow at her dangerously and I take a step towards her. "I guess it was a waste," I spat viciously. "Turns out that you must be a dumb blonde after all if you can't process the meaning behind our time together. Tell you what love. I'll dumb it down for you. How about we both stop wasting each other's time and transition into bigger and better things? Good thing the doppelgänger's dead. We both know how problematic it was for you being in her shadow and always second choice."
She slaps me hard, blood pooling in my mouth thanks to her newfound hybrid strength. I slowly look back at her. When I see her gorgeous blue eyes fill with tears, I knew I went too far.
"Love. I didn't mean..."
"Go fuck yourself!" She snaps, her voice filled with pain and loathing, breaking my heart.
Without another word, she flashes out of the bedroom, leaving me destitute, guilty and alone.
Henry POV
Someone shakes me roughly.
I groan. "Stop," I mutter.
That someone yanks the covers off me, annoying me.
"Just five more minutes."
"Henrik Kol Michaelson, you better wake up! We got tons to do before the wedding."
I open one eye, seeing my mother glaring at me with her hips on her waist. She's in a blue sundress that really brings out her eyes.
"Bother me after you and Dad have had your daily morning sex session. I give you permission."
I grab a pillow and cover my head with it.
She yanks it away.
"Ugh! Come on!" I yell, now awake.
"You must of really been in deep sleep. The deed is already done smart ass," she smirks.
I nearly vomit at the image that leaps to my mind. "Okay, too much information."
"You brought it up."
"And I'll never bring it up again."
"Come on. Seriously, get ready. Everyone's downstairs."
"I'm not hungry," I grumble.
"Your dear Sophia is down there," she says in sing song voice.
"Your point?"
She shrugs. "Oh, nothing," she says innocently.
Once she leaves, I flash to the bathroom and get ready.
I can hear all the excited voices as I make way down the stairs of the family mansion in Mystic falls. It's bigger than the family home back in New Orleans, with its own old school charm. It's nice but I couldn't help being a little homesick.
I walk into the dining area where everyone is at. Except Marcel, since he's the groom and not supposed to see the bride before the main event.
The bride-to-be, my big sis Claire is beaming, talking excitedly with Caroline, my aunt Bex and of course, Sophia.
As if feeling my eyes on her, she turns at me and gives me a smile that I'm certain can make the world stop.
A hand clasps my shoulder, breaking my eye contact with Sophia.
I smile. "Uncle."
"Henry. You really can sleep the day away."
"I know. We have a deep relationship, my bed and I."
He smiles. "Is that the only 'deep relationship' you have?" He nods subtly at Sophia.
"Oh come on Uncle Elijah! We're just friends."
"Isn't that how it always starts," he muses.
"How's you and Aunt Kat?" I ask, changing the subject.
"Well, actually."
My mother comes out the kitchen and shouts, "breakfast is ready everyone!"
Everyone immediately takes their seats. Aunt Kat sits next to Elijah, who sits next to Mom. Mom sits next to dad to his right at the head of the table, Claire to his left, then Sophia and I. Finally Damon sits next to Aunt Bex?
Before I can say anything, Father says it.
"Where's our favorite rippah Stefan? I thought you finally found him?"
"Actually, he found me, no thanks to you Klaus. He says he'll meet us at the ceremony later."
"Oh Damon," father replies, his characteristic smile gracing his features. "You really got to get over us turning you away all those years ago. We had Claire to save. Besides, he's safe. Isn't that what matters mate?"
I catch Aunt Bex's disappointed expression, while Damon grumbles beside her. I hear a voice say my name.
"Henry."
"Sophia."
She groans, "no one calls me that."
"I know."
"So why do you do it?"
"To annoy you," I smile.
"Guess I should call you Henrik then," she snaps.
"That's fine," I reply casually.
She rolls her eyes, annoyed.
Mission complete, I think, giving her a satisfied smirk.
The servers start piling food on the plate and the conversations start flowing.
"So Claire," says my mother, bubbling with excitement. "Big day for you huh? You and Marcel having your always and forever finally!"
Father openly rolls his eyes, knocking back a glass of scotch.
Claire simply blushes. "I guess."
I laugh at her sudden meekness. It's so not like her.
She whirls angrily at me. "Got something to say Henry?"
"Oh nothing. Just realizing that you're a girl after all. For a long time, I thought the doctor's made a mistake when you were born and accidentally cut off your penis."
Sophia pinches me. "Ow! What? It's true."
"So something Kol would say," mutters Aunt Bex while my mother shakes her head in embarrassment.
Damon whispers in my ear, "Good one kid," as Elijah, Kat and Dad hold back their laughter.
Claire takes a napkin and throws it at me. "Take that back!"
"Yeah. Henry," says father, "that," a chuckle slips out of his mouth, "wasn't nice. Apologize." He pretends to cough to cover another chuckle.
"You're the worst, Klaus," says mom, shaking her head in disapproval.
"I'm sorry, dear sister, but you can't deny that you are quite the tomboy. I thought you were gonna die a virgin."
This time, Kat, Sophia and my mom crack a smile as Claire turns beet red. "You are so dead!"
She throws her plate of pancakes at my face.
Reflexively, I throw juice at Claire, her mouth falling to an O of surprise.
My triumphant smile fades when I notice the juice stains on my father's shirt. The table falls quiet as he slowly stands up, takes a pitcher of water and flings it at us, inadvertently soaking Sophie as well.
"Cool...off!" He growls at us.
We bow our heads in shame till I hear a loud splat.
I look up to see a dollop of whipped cream gliding slowly off my father's right cheek, he turns to my mother who giggles softly into her hand.
"Caroline..."
Before he can finish, his face is slammed with a metal plate, when it falls, all you can see is eggs and toast sliding off my father's face.
I whirl around and look at Damon, who has a satisfied smirk on his face. "Sorry. I always wanted to do that."
My father furiously wipes the food off his face as I try to bite down my laughter but then orange juice goes flying at my father.
Aunt Kat clears her throat, serious. "I just thought that I would help you clean off Klaus. Besides," she releases a wide grin, "I always wanted to do that too."
When father throws a whole pan of pancakes at Katherine, the whole table erupts in an all out food fight. Even Uncle Elijah gets creative and shakes up a bottle of coke to squirt at everyone.
God. This wedding might not be so boring after all. I think happily.
After we all clean off. We all get ready for the wedding. Claire and her bridal party take over 4 of the mansion's many rooms while the house staff get the mansion ready for the reception. Marcel and his groomsmen get ready as well in two rooms downstairs. When I'm done dressing up, I go to take a breather at the patio outside, facing the huge backyard by the lake where the ceremony is going to take place. When I open the doors, I find my father in a tux, standing with a glass in his hands. When I come up beside him, I take note of his thoughtful expression as he stares at the view below.
"So I suppose this is it," I say, breaking the silence between us.
"I suppose..." He glances at me, smirking a bit. "Enforcer."
I chuckle at that. "I only do what is necessary to protect those I love."
"Does that include Sophie Devereaux?"
I shift my feet, suddenly uncomfortable. "Not you too Father," I grumble.
"Your reaction says it all," he chuckles lightly, taking a sip of his glass.
"Love is overrated."
My father's smile broadens. "Don't let your mother hear you saying that."
"It is. It's irrational..."
"...strong and an all consuming, driving force that propels you to move heaven and earth for that one person you can't live without," he finishes.
I stare at him silently, as he goes on.
"Can such an emotion really be considered as weak? Yes, it can be irrational, but without it, one can live a thousand years empty, with no valid purpose. Such a fate is one worse than death."
I can't help but think he isn't speaking to me, but of himself.
"So you're happy then? Claire has Marcel now."
He rolls his eyes as he always does when Marcel and Claire are mentioned in one sentence. "The definition of happiness regarding Claire and my former protege is relative."
"So you're not," I say with a chuckle.
"Claire could have done so much better," he muses.
"I heard that Klaus," says Marcel coming to join us.
I extend my hand to him and give him a man hug. Marcel, to me, was actually cool and charismatic. I...like the guy but I'll never say it aloud.
"Don't mind him," I say. "He's still bothered over his fight with you for the title of King of New Orleans."
Father narrows his eyes at me.
"It's true!" I say.
"You're so like your Uncle Kol. He never knew when to shut his hole."
I shrug.
Marcel looks at Klaus. "Look. I know we've had our disagreements but one thing you can be sure of is the love that I bear for Claire. I'll never hurt her and she'll always be safe with me."
I glance at my father who takes two menacing steps towards Marcel.
"She better be. Oh so help me, there will be no torture method that I will fail to use before I stake you myself. Understood?"
"No worries there, Klaus," he says with smile.
Elijah comes through the doors. "It's time," he says.
Within a few minutes, the ceremony starts. The bridesmaids and the groomsmen go down the aisle and take their seats. finally my father and Claire walk down the aisle. Big sis looks absolutely gorgeous, her mermaid style, ivory colored wedding dress flattering her womanly figure. Her train looks like it can go on for miles, it's so long. Marcel is beaming along with his bride that can't take her eyes off him.
When father puts her hand in Marcel's, his stormy blue eyes ripple with unshed tears as he takes a deep breath and lets her go. As he takes his seat next to us, my mother grabs his hand, kisses his cheek and smiles at him.
As an ongoing joke, Uncle Elijah plays the role as pastor. I heard he even did it for mom and dad's wedding. Hey. Be a shame to break tradition now.
The ceremony goes on without a hitch, till we get to:
"And if anyone has an objection to this man and woman being wed, speak now or forever hold your peace."
My father straightens his tux and starts to get up before my mother grabs his arm roughly.
He smiles at her, displaying his dimples. "Just kidding Love."
She punches his arm playfully as a deep male voice says: "I object!"
Murmurs and whispers erupt as everyone turns their attention to the man with spiky brown hair and green eyes walking down the aisle in a tux. A brown skinned woman is walking beside him with green eyes and a green cocktail dress.
"Stefan!" Shouts Damon.
"Bonnie?!" Says my mother stunned next to me.
"No..." I hear Sophia across the aisle from me, "they are not who they seem. They're old, ancient, dark...evil."
The woman named Bonnie raises her hand and starts chanting, everyone starts screaming, grabbing their heads as Stefan takes out a white oak stake and flashes towards Claire.
I barely make my father, the strongest of us, standing up, coming in front of Claire and having the stake plunge into his chest instead of hers.
"Niklaus!" My mother screams.
Stefan smiles at my father. "there's only room for one superpower in this universe Klaus. and that me."
with his dying breath, my father hisses: "Silas."
"Good bye Klaus," Silas responds as he pulls out the stake, leaving my father to light up on fire. His screams fill the field before he falls to the ground, dead and unmoving.
The rage that consumes me is blinding, tears falling down my face as i try to move, but the witch's magic is too strong. i watch Silas stake my family one by one. Claire, Rebekah, Elijah. Marcel is grey and unmoving. Silas steps over him and Finally comes up to my mother, who glares at him viciously. "You're not Stefan."
He smiles. "You're right. Im not." as he raises the stake to kill her, she coughs up a stream of blood. i see him wrinkle his eyebrows in confusion as he looks around the field. I follow his gaze where I see Damon on the ground, grey and unmoving.
Dead.
He then smiles at my mother and me and puts the stake away.
"Thats right. You are all part of Klaus's bloodline."
He walks away and talks to Bonnie. "That's enough Qestiyah. The rest are on death's doorstep. We're done here."
The pain disappears just as I see my mother collapse to the ground, grey and dead while Sophia runs to me, shaking me...
My eyes snap open.
"Finally. You're awake."
Sophia smiles at me warmly as I sit up and look at my surroundings.
Home. I was back home in New Orleans.
Still shaken after reliving that nightmare, I sit up slowly and look at her.
"Get everyone together," i say strongly, vengeance consuming my every thought. "We have an immortal bastard and witch to kill."
A/N Sorry I posted this so late. This chapter got deleted and I had to rewrite it. This is the longest chapter I've written yet. Hope you enjoyed it. Now the story's foundation has been laid out, I would love to hear your suggestions on how this story should go from here. I have my own thoughts of course, but I would love to hear yours! As always, your reviews are appreciated! Thanks for reading! From here on out, this fic will refocus on Klaroline. I promise.
Next up: Klaroline, the Plan to bring down Silas and to resurrect Claire.