Chapter Thirteen
Klaus walked with Elena until he saw that she was safe at home, and then, with a swift, yet fluid pace, he ran onward toward his new home. Once there, he stood and looked at his sister's coffin, thought back to all the happy times he and Rebecka had had, and smiled slightly. At least she was safe. Even if she was dead.
After opening the coffin, he stroked back the hair from her face and laid a kiss upon her sister's hand, "One day…" He whispered to her, even though she couldn't hear him in her tranquil state of death. She looked so peaceful, even with her skin a shade of ashen gray and most veins clearly noticeable.
Klaus felt his days filled with loneliness, even with his hybrids. He wanted more than anything to return his family to life, but without the coffins, he had no ability to do so. That's why he despised Stefan at the current moment.
He meant to say something to Elena. To warn her about the actions he'd have to take if he ddn't get those coffins back soon. Those coffins meant the world to him, and he wanted them all back. Especially the one that everyone else could not open. For he knew what was in there and why it was valuable. And If they somehow managed to open the coffin, not even Klaus would survive that wrath. That coffin sent a chill through him, a chill of fear and uncertainty he often never felt.
However, when Klaus had seen her then, and heard about her parents, he'd chosen to tell her the truth about what likely happened, and after he saw her face, he just couldn't threaten/warn Elena about what he would do if he didn't get the coffins back.
Klaus stifled an evil laugh as he turned around to see Stefan, thinking to himself how convenient it was that Stefan was here. "I want my coffins back, Stefan."
Stefan shook his head, his tossled brown hair staying as style as ever as if held with permanent hair gel."That's not going not happen Klaus."
Klaus suddenly felt angry, and he threw Stefan into the wall. Stefan always complains, He thought, but at least he still has his family, he has his brother. Me, I have nothing and no one. He kept the struggling Stefan still as he took a stake from his pocket, staking Stefan in his stomach, pining him to the wall with the same stake.
Stefan looked at him with pained, yet bored eyes. "You will never see them again, Klaus." He said with certainty, "I promise you that."
Klaus only shook his head with a mixed emotion of sorrow and disbelief at Stefan's outcry.
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