Not today (the Originals)

Goodbye Hope

*Klaus POV*

It was around four in the morning by the time I had woken up, which means I didn't get much sleep. I had spend my time thinking about Celina and the events that had occurred a couple hours earlier.

By around five thirty in the morning while everyone was still sound asleep, I decided to make breakfast. Or at least I tried. I ended up burning the food. I was fortunate that I didn't end up burning the compound.

Dumping out the burnt food, I take out some fruits and tried cutting at least that, but  I wound up cutting off my fingers more than the fruit itself.

How the bloody hell do people do this? I thought to myself as I stared at my decapitated fingers. hybrid or not, this hurts more than the time Silas tricked me into thinking he actually stabbed me with a white oak stake, making the pain realistic. The worst part was when he made himself look like Caroline.  He was the lowest of the low. I am relieved to know he is now burning in hell.

I pick up my fingers and placed them where it should be, and just watched it reconnect with the rest of my body. Once it was fully healed, I grab a few rags and cleaned the puddle of blood off of the kitchen counter and he blood that had fallen to the floor.

I am glad no one is here to witness this disaster. I am certain that my dearest siblings would make fun of me. I can just imagine them comparing me to Damon Salvatore, saying that he is only a couple centuries younger than me and yet he can at least make great pancakes.

I on the other hand am the only Mikaelson that does not have the ability to cook, aside from Kol.  I wouldn't be surprised if Finn knew how to cook either, he was practically glued to mother ever since birth.

Such an embarrassment I would be in the presence of my own daughter. I cant even cook her a decent meal. On the contrary, she would be the one cooking me a meal that's far much better than any five star restaurant in the world.

Sighing softly, I look at the time and it is almost seven o'clock. I grab my car keys and make my way out to the car and head straight to I Hop and by every breakfast off the menu and coffee before heading back to the compound and quickly set the table, and dispose every inch of evidence that this was bought from the International House of Pancackes.

I heard someone heading my way, so I casually grab a cup of coffee that I had poured off of the paper cup that had originally came from, and took a sip of the bitter taste of Black coffee.

"Mmm, black coffee." I say as Elijah paused in front of me.

"Nicklaus, did you do all this?" My oldest living brother gives me a quizzical look as he looks around the kitchen.

"yes I did, brother. Are you impressed about my hidden talent?"

"is Celina here?" he looks around the kitchen.

"don't speak names of that woman" My expression suddenly became bitter. "why on earth would she be here in the first place? Do you not believe that I learned how to make a decent meal for the sake of my daughter and the rest of our family?"

"Well.."

"Morning guys."  Freya and Keelin step in with Hope walking right behind them. "wait a minute, aren't you two supposed to be dead?" The three girls looked at me and Elijah with a perplexed expression, waiting for us to explain what had happened.

And so, Elijah and I explained everything that had happened. From the point where Celina kidnapped us to get rid of the darkness, to her being someone from my past and being Hope's witchcraft teacher, and the fact that she expects something from me in return and that we aren't sure if she is to be trusted.