Chapter 6
They entered a rather large driveway which navigated them to a looming mansion. It was pristine looking and it gave of this odd sense of power and belonging.
"Let's go inside, Elijah is probably already there so he will explain it better than I can."
His footsteps felt like led and he was dragging himself along. Emotionally he was exhausted and when he remembered all that happened in a span of couple days, he just wanted to isolate himself from it all. Take a breath and not be afraid if someone was looking over his shoulder ready to pounce.
The entered the large mansion and it was quiet. Nothing could be heard. He could sense someone was inside it but just not where precisely.
"Elijah! Get your pompous behind here this second. I bring you Nik for a long awaited reunion and now you choose to delay."
She really was a spitfire, his sister. He liked who she became in his absence. She turned to him and murmured under her breath.
"What a wanker."
The look of a sisterly disappointment was replaced by a wide eyed look of confusion as a wooded stake was placed through her heart. The chilling voice that followed left nothing to imagination on who was the perpetrator.
"Don't worry Rebekah, I can't have you die on me yet. You will serve another purpose."
Mikael's form was towering over her as Klaus went to catch his fallen sister, his dead eyes locking with his son's.
"I had enough of your disobedience. You will be thrown back into your cage and wait for your death like a good little dog you are."
The rage filled him so he lunged at Mikael with all pent up hate and anger, with the need to end this man once and for all. After a few bruising punches and tackles they separated.
"You are nothing boy, you are no match for me. Know your place."
The viciousness in which he spoke brought back all the suffering he had to endure and he had had enough. He couldn't even bare the resolute gaze on the face of the man that had tortured him for so long as he spread his hands in an inviting manner.
"Go on then! Kill me old man. Come on, don't grow soft on me now. After centuries of torture it will come as a sweet release to be rid of you. Come on!"
Mikael watched him with the hate that he bore for him since the moment he found out that he was a bastard and made him into this monster. He pulled out a white stake and started to come at him.
"There are only select few of these in the world. The ability to kill an original. I possess one of the remaining few in the world. This will be your end."
Finally it will be done, finished. No more wondering and being paranoid about the things to come, but he would not go down quietly. He would take as much of Mikael as he can with him. Make him suffer at least for a little while. Maybe give a chance to someone to get Rebekah out of here.
"Let's at least make it memorable, brother."
With the voice of his brother in his head he went to meet him in the middle when suddenly Mikael stopped, a look of incredibility on his face, mirrored on Klaus' face until he notices - a stake through his heart with the very similar looking design as the one in Mikael's hand.
Behind him was the figure of his imagination, but looked a bit different than his mind has conjured him moments ago. Elijah stood there as he kicked Mikael to the ground as this one followed him with hateful eyes.
"And I have the other, father. That was for trying to kill my family."
As the flames started to swallow him, he laughed and looked back to Klaus.
"Remember boy, I am taking you with me!"
The blurred vision followed as he tried to concentrate, but he was losing the battle. He knew what the end result would be, but at least he'll took Mikael with him, away from his siblings. He tried to look over to his brother but his eyelids felt too heavy.
"This is what the end feels like..."
His last vision was of blonde hair and bright blue eyes. A person who had found a second chance. His, obviously wasn't in the cards.
And then, darkness followed.
-KC-
"Wake up Klaus."
The fog was lifting and as his heavy lids struggled to open he was aware that he was confined to a rather small space. As his sight focused he managed to make out a face that followed him everywhere. The blue eyes looked at him.
"Are you okay? Can you move or are you badly injured?"
Caroline. That was her name he was sure of it, but had a hard time saying it. All he managed was, "Wha..."
But soon the voice cords lost the struggle. She looked at him worriedly, stroking his hair in comfort. He tried again while everything hurt.
"This isn't how I wanted it to end."
She smiled at him as if he wasn't making sense, which he probably wasn't. He didn't care.
"What? In a car accident and in need of help?"
No, that was far away from the truth. He needed to get this of his chest.
"I wanted to meet you."
She laughed incredulously at his statement. Probably thought he wasn't all there, shock and what not.
"You are meeting me. Right now in fact."
He struggled to move but just couldn't move an inch either way. He started to shake his hand in denial.
"No, not like this. Not in this way."
She looked confused, but seemed to decide to indulge his conversation.
"Why not now? I can show you the world when you get better. Wouldn't you want that?"
The self-confident smile was there on her lips and he knew what he was seeing wasn't real and grew more agitated by the second.
"Not here! This isn't real! None of it. Let me out."
Her smile vanished and a strong urgency took over her face.
"You would leave all of this, a beginning of something normal and true where we can build and cherish for the world. Out there, suffering and abyss lie before you. Do you really want to leave to that?"
He looked at her, so open and honest. In here they could be great but that wasn't what he fought for. He sacrificed too much for just some imaginary world. If he was meant to see hell than so be it. He will not choose the easy way out, never did.
"If hell wants me they can have me. I wanted real - the imperfection and mess. I wanted to make those mistakes. I wanted to make them with you and for us to grow into something real."
He could almost see the normal life they could have here flashing before his eyes, but as much it looked like paradise it wasn't for him. No matter how much he denied it he was darkness and in here the light over shone everything. That wasn't him. He had no need for such a place.
"This here isn't real and I bet that if we meet in reality, you would've run for the hills." he said with a laugh. "At least I would have the chance and the choice to chase you."
She looked almost sad by it all, but with a bittersweet smile she whispered. "I would've let you..."
A resolute gaze met his and her hands grasped the sides of his face. There was fire burning and he wasn't afraid if it was hell they followed. Let it comeā¦
"Wake up, Niklaus! Now!" her voice commanded and like a tunnel vision his body distanced himself from her and the happiness he could've had blissfully unaware. As his eyelids started to close he saw her lips move and a whisper follow.
"Take that as a challenge."
As he opened his eyes he was looking at Elijah's tired frame. Her words still echoed and he couldn't help but respond.
"A challenge indeed, love."
