AN: I was planning to put up this next part for the weekend but this chapter is coming to you a bit earlier thanks to all your follows, favorites and reviews. Thank you for taking the time, it means a lot! Enjoy the update and drop me a line if you like it :)
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Chapter 2
The smell of a larger space and the crispness of the air that flowed through the room made his nostrils flare and a coughing fit ensue as his lungs desperately tried to get used to the change. After gathering his senses he slowly opened his eyes to be greeted with the light and warmth he hasn't felt or recalled for too long.
That was not something he expected. He looked around the room and he could see that it was a simple one. Wallpaper littered walls, a small cabinet, table and a rusty bed that squeaked beneath him.
Still, the light was amazing. Dancing around the room as the shadows licked at its surface. He hasn't seen something so beautiful in a while. He hadn't even managed to gather his surroundings when the door opened and Mikael came through.
Guess it wasn't all a dream no matter how he wished it was. Still a living nightmare. With him a figure appeared. Another person. A woman.
His fangs came out unexpectedly. The bloodlust clouding his mind as he jumped towards his victim. She didn't seem concerned as an invisible force pushed him back and on to the floor.
"Know your place boy. Did you really think I did all this just so you can roam free? Don't be foolish. I have taught you better than that."
Before he could even realize what was going on the woman spoke.
"I have cast a spell. One from your mother's old journals. It should keep you tame. Trapped in the needs of an animal yet unable to do anything about it. To put it simply for you, harming others would mean harming yourself."
His head throbbed and he just righted himself to look at this new person. Dark skin, wisdom in her eyes. He really didn't have to guess much. Elijah's voice finished his thought.
"She's a witch. A powerful one at that."
Well who would have thought that there is always a lower place to go when its hell you're in. Mikael spoke, a bored expression on his face, as if explaining to him was nothing more than a vhim to know his future demise. Have at it old man.
"You see Niklaus, I have placed you here in the confines of this place to lure your naive siblings here. They will know that the place of surging mystical energy is none other than the place they once called home. Mystic Falls as they now call it will be their grave."
The room seemed to shrink in size. Once more he was back in his cage. The fear once again taking the rains.
"Brother, he will not be successful. We will see through his plan."
As if he could hear Elijah's voice, Mikael continued.
"I have taken away your bite. You are nothing short of a human now, with an even shorter life span. I gleefully await their response to the news that you are alive and residing in Mystic Falls. Will they be able to resist temptation?"
With that even Elijah's voice has gone silent and that was never a good thing. Now that he has felt the light after so long he also felt as if never before has he been so trapped in the claws of darkness.
"You will be able to live in this place, but no further than the borders of this pitiful town. I need them knowing you are free and on your own. This town will not know I am here and she will make sure of that."
The woman's hand raised and the unfamiliar words flow out of her mouth as the blinding pain spread through his head. Once more he welcomed the darkness and wondered, is this the beginning of the end? Now more so than ever.
"How is your restraint boy? It seems I have a splendid idea on how to get quick attention of the supernatural in this world." his father said with the sick sort of glee in his dark eyes. "Here live people that have some form of connection to those two. For now, I shall let you hunt."
He could hear the cruel words and wonder where will he be when he opens his eyes once more to the world.
"Brother you will overcome this as you have done everything he has thrown at you so far. Maybe it will also provide us with a chance to strike back. Just be patient."
Yes, easier said than done when centuries of locked up bloodlust come swimming to the surface. No matter how frail his body was it will find a victim and he will show his face of a monster. He knew that it could not be stopped. Maybe just the amount in which he laments the carnage could be limited.
He tried to hold on to that thought as his world went dark, Mikael's parting words ringing in his ears.
"Happy hunting Niklaus."
The bigger the mess the sooner they will take notice and the history shall connect the dots and his siblings will find their way here. He'll be damned if he lets them fall into Mikael's hands without a fight. Even if his struggle is weak he will still try with all his might to make a difference.
Two days later...
The sound of an unusual instrument wakes him from his passed out state. The strange surface beneath him, smooth and strong in gray color. It is too much and his senses are on overload. Frantically his eyes search for something familiar.
"Calm yourself brother. Focus on my voice."
The voice that has always been there with him. The thought that his slipping mind was what provided comfort brought an incredulous laugh from him. He'll be damned.
"Now focus on something simple and familiar that is also known to you. Come now, observe."
His eyes take it all in. It is all incredible, the structures around him. Material mostly unknown and threatening to him. Steel shaped carriages on wheels pass in the distance with roaring instruments wailing from them. How will he find anything in this mess and chaos? He finds himself longing for the confines of his small cage.
For the peace and silence.
Duh-dum... duh-dum... duh-dum.
But then a familiar sound echoes in his ears. He knows it. Can hear it clearly, with it the flow of liquid that it provides. He can feel the fangs coming out. His mind turning into a red haze.
"No! You can control this. Niklaus you can control it. You are better than this."
But all he can hear is the fresh blood running through all this noise. People are everywhere. In the weird house in front of which he stands he can hear hundreds of hearts. Rapidly beating hearts from whatever they are doing. The "music", if he could call it that flows loudly from it.
The bloodlust rage makes his eyes change, his body adjust and ready for its pray. He can feel them coming closer, lost in their laughter. They will pay no mind to him. He will take only a bit, enough to snap out of it and gain control.
He can hear a voice as it talks from the other side of the door. To whom it speaks, he does not know. For the person is alone and he takes to the shadows behind the now open door.
"I need that fix, Jeremy. Tonight, okay?Meet me outside The Grill. I will wait in the alley. Come soon."
He can hear a man's voice from the device. He calls her Vicky. She is young, like he and his siblings were. Unaware of what could happen. Just like he was. Him and Rebekah, unsuspecting in their fathers plot.
His fangs bite into his lips as he tries to control himself. The blood is so inviting, almost whispering to him.
"Run away, brother. Every moment you stand here you are closer to ending her life."
He knows that already. Isn't he in his mind. Doesn't he know what he feels? Isn't he him? All of his strength isn't enough to get his feet to move in the other direction. His consciousness emits a growl as he fights with himself.
The female turns towards the sound, alert and questioning.
"Is somebody out there? Hello?"
Klaus' fingers draw blood as he begs in his head for her to turn away. But she comes around the door and finds his hunched figure covered by shadows.
"Sir are you okay? Do you need help?"
As he looks at her, a weirdly shaped glass jar falls from her hand and cuts at her palm. He registers a whimper and the fresh smell of blood hits him. His vision turns read, mind blank. He pounces.
A scream is what follows.
It is difficult to understand where and how you got to another unknown place after a night of red haze and bloodlust so intense that it had your mind blacked out in order to leave you sane for the next day.
His hands are washed with blood, red and black color swirling around as he feels it between his fingers. It is beyond his control, he doesn't understand remorse. Guilt is what he is used to feeling all the time. Now that he had a taste, he won't be able to resist no matter how badly he wants to. Not for the victims but for his control.
"I happen to witness your lack of control, brother. It isn't pretty. Hopefully you can practice some restraint on the next one."
Even his conscience knows that there will be a next one and the one after, because the animal has free reign for the first time in forever. The blood will flow, but even so, he needs to grasp this world first. He lacks the knowledge and will pursuit it. Otherwise, he won't last long or be anything more than Mikael's lackey.
So navigating through the empty streets he sluggishly moves while the rays of sun hit his face. The real warmth on his face well isn't that just perfect. Small things in one's life. He appreciates them.
A hand stops him and he turns around to see the lackey witch that was by Mikaels side the day before. She was here to make his transgression be paid in full. Her emotion devoid face said otherwise.
"Follow me Niklaus. Time for us to get back to the apartment."
With that she turns and as he stands still there not wanting to take orders but an invisible force propels him forward right before her feet. She doesn't look impressed.
"Do you want me to slug you like this the rest of the way? I am more than happy to do so."
Picking himself from the ground he decides he is still a puppet in their game, but from her he can take some steps towards his freedom. So he follows behind her.
"Can I have some books about this unfamiliar time, witch? It will lessen your time with me and dealing with my protests. Can it be arranged, a book or two?"
His companion doesn't say anything until they step into the 'apartment' as she calls it. Grabbing a small metal thing she places it before him snapping it back, like a wooden box cover. A light shines from it with a weird looking symbols.
"We have something better now. This is a laptop."
Quickly working through by typing things she makes the small device search things for her. It will search whatever she writes on it. He mimics her actions for his own search.
She doesn't understand that he can learn things at a rapid pace and will need a couple of days to catch up on most things and he will hope to keep that from her. He has made progress, without Mikael to watch over his shoulder every waking moment he can finally do something.
The things start to make sense. This box provides him with answers, teaches him. This 'internet' knows everything and he is catching up on it all (language, history, events, knowledge, ideas). Life swirls inside his mind. It is like a great work of art is being created and the more color he adds the more vivid it all seems.
"You just have to be careful, little brother. Thread lightly around her, don't stand out too much and in Mikael's presence act like we always do."
He nods to himself but doesn't acknowledge him in any other way. Time for his mind to work and discover. At least, the bloodlust will be trumped by knowledge for the time being. Later he will deal.
He takes the plastic object that the witch has left on the table and the things start to make sense to him as he softly mutters.
"Mobile phone."
By the end of the week, which he spends mostly in front of the laptop drinking and absorbing knowledge, he familiarizes himself with this time. At least not to stand out to much. When in Mikeals presence he reverts to a whimpering mess as appalling as it all is. He needs to keep up the pretenses.
For now he keeps his bloodlust at bay, but he can feel it raging inside. Soon the rains will snap and another body will be drained. He closes the lid from the laptop and stares through the window wondering who will it be now.
"All in its own time brother. Soon things will change and you will see that hope was not held in vain. It was the one thing that led us here. No matter what we do it is worth the final goal. To end Mikael once and for all."
He could see the darkness enveloping the small town and his eyes reflecting in a yellow glow on the glass.
"I agree."
In the next moment he was gone.
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AN: More of a transitional chapter I know, but in the next one things start to pick up the pace. Klaus meets the Salvatore brothers and possibly someone elseā¦
