Chapter 2
[Three days later]
A knock startles Klaus awake.
He ignores it repeatedly, sinking further back into his bed. The noise was too much to take though, the banging identically similar to the constant banging inside his skull.
"Could you please stop with all the unnecessary racket, and just come in!"
The doorknob creaks and Elijah slowly walks in, carefully sidesteping the women that lie the floor, and the surrounding empty bottles of liquor.
He clears his throat. "Do I even want to know?"
Klaus sits up on the edge of the bed completely unashamed of his nakedness, he carefully cradles his head,struggling to rid himself of his bothersome headache. He glances at his brother before slowly backhanding the dry blood caked around his lips.
"A little early for drinking brother? Don't you think?
Klaus tiredly yawns before answering."No, to answer both of your questions,but I'm sure you going to want to lecture me about my personal choices anyway."
They both quickly turn a hearing ear to the hallway.
"Hope sweetie, why don't you go to your room and play for a moment. Mommy has to speak with daddy".
Klaus nod's to Elijah telling him to shut the door, but it's too late. Haley aggressively walks in pushing the door open past Elijah.
"What a surprise, me and Elijah took a bet on how long it would be before you drunk New Orleans dry, or went on a murder spree. Looks like we weren't too far off."
Haley's stare is directed on Klaus, not a trace of sympathy, her eyes are rigid,cold, and hard. If looks could kill he'd been dead three minutes ago. Her burning eyes made Klaus a bit uneasy. As if the hangover wasn't bad enough, just what he needed, Haley yelling at him.
To say Haley was upset was an understatement. They go out of town for three days and this is how he decided to lash out. She never wanted Hope to see him like this, it was the exact reason they moved out of the city. She made herself a promise and so did Klaus that Hope would never meet the pre-Hope Klaus, the Mystic falls terrorist. He also promised he'd stay out of trouble and leave the life behind but the trip proved otherwise.
When Klaus got drunk his judgement wasn't the best, just like anyone else. Unlike most people though, he was an original hybrid with temperamental issues and in that state as history proves, a lot of innocent people got hurt or died.
"No, Klaus you do not get to make jokes, not about this", she points around the room. " We have a daughter, who by the way is also a vampire. News flash she can smell the blood too. So get up and get rid of your human blood bags.".
He was way too tired and hungover to argue. He knew he should probably just be glad that was all she had to say, maybe because their daughter was in the next room over, or because she'd actually seen how tired he was. He'd bet on the first one, this was Haley Marshall afterall , tempered werewolf turned hybrid, his child's mother. She'd be back.
He turns back into the bed hearing her heels click in the distance.
. Sleep seemed impossible though,he was starting to think Elijah was making all this racket on purpose. He turns over to see a broom in Elijah's hand as he audibly sweeps up the broken glass.
"If you have something to say get on with it, why make me suffer through your deafening cleaning habits ."
"Nope, I believed everything was covered". He smiles.
Elijah loudly sweeps the last broken pieces into the dustpan, making Klaus cringe.
"So it seems these two were dinner and that one."
Elijah points to the blonde in bed.
"Entertainment?"
Klaus abruptly gets up, slowing coming into Elijah's personal space.
"As so it seems you're to be the husband Haley can boss around not I, so there you go, off to your chores brother."
Elijah immediately motions a hand in front of his face, waving the deadly scent of bourbon and human blood from klaus' breath.
The hybrid ventures downstairs for some much needed rest, he'd go to sleep even if he had to sleep on the uncomfortable couch in the living area. Much to his disappointment, he still couldn't get any rest and this time it wasn't because of Elijah.
His surroundings were anything but real. There's a small baby courage in the distance, he willingly approaches it, knowing that face. A younger baby Hope was safely tucked inside. Just as he's about to retrieve her, he goes cold. Someone or something places a heavy hand on his shoulder. Him expecting it to be Haley turns around, only for it not to be. There was a woman, long black locks, her face hidden. Everything is shrouded in mystery. Except her eyes, her emerald's were dark, sinister. Her skinny fingers slowly skimmed the outer part of the carouge, her face slowly point's down to hope. She picks up the child, lovingly embracing her. Klaus urgently begins to move, only realizing he is unable to. He looks down as the crimson liquid began's to slowly seep through his shirt. He helplessly watches as the white oak painfully rips through his torso, anchoring him backwards. He tries to ignore the agonizing pain, desperately reaching out for his daughter but as he lunged he's being forced backwards, the pain greater with each breath . Soon he'd realize his escape was impossible. The stake that pierced him was just one of the many that spouted from the tree.