To Love A Sociopath

a gamble

Moments after gassing the pedal out and onto the street, Hayley could see the man who was previously at the bar staring at her vehicle from the review mirror. He had a band of people behind him and she knew it wasn't to welcome her to the city. She tightened her grip on the wheel, fearing what happened to Bonnie and Kai. She reached for the display screen on the car, trying to find the GPS. She frantically clicked, not finding what she looking for. 

Hayley screamed out of frustration, slamming the screen altogether. It shattered and she swerved down the roads, trying to follow the street signs. A bunch of pedestrians cried and cursed at her for her reckless driving but eventually, Hayley pulled out to a lone road. She wasn't even sure if she was heading the right way, she could be leaving for all she knew. 

Trees were bordering either side of the road as she picked up speed. Hayley's foot slammed on the brakes as a man stood in the middle of the road casually. From the windshield, she could identify his vest suit and male beret cap. The man slowly started to walk towards her and Hayley switched the gear, trying to backtrack. Only another male was there, skin dark and hair twisted into small curls. "Shit." Hayley sank into her seat and took a deep breath. She stared into the man in front of her deeply in the eyes, mirroring them with her gold-rimmed ones. She completely lifted her leg from the pedals, charging straight for him. He clearly didn't expect it and couldn't make it out of the way in time. The car shook as she felt his body pass through the wheels below her. Hayley composed herself and sped away, glancing in the review mirror. The second man was kneeling at his unconscious friend and Hayley licked her lips, eyes back on the road. "Learn your manners."

Hayley screamed, eyes wide as another being crossed the street. It was sudden and she recognized it as a wolf. Out of instinct, she swerved to the left, right off the road and hit a tree trunk. The force slammed her forward, bruising her forehead. Hayley forced herself to recover, unbuckling her seatbelt frantically. She pushed the door open, falling out with a grunt. She didn't know where the wolf was and decided to book it into the woods, dodging the branches and rocks. Her heart drummed against her chest and wondered how long she would be running for. 

*

Klaus opened the door to the cemetery, the metal bars swinging slowly with a cry. He stepped in, taking a pause to examine all the above-ground graves. The crescent moon was staring down at him and he took a bold step forwards, glancing down the pathways. Klaus searched the cemetery, trying to get a feel for his siblings before he halted. 

He took a wary step inside the dimly lit mausoleum building. Klaus frowned deeply, seething under his breath as his brother stood there in all his patient glory. Elijah wore his signature suit and turned to his brother. "Niklaus."

"How could you have been so misfortunate enough to fall under the preys of Marcel?" He demanded, eyes livid. Klaus didn't appreciate the fact that he had to waste his time. At that moment, 3 witches walked in as well and Klaus froze, the gears trying to click inside his head. It was at this moment when he pieced together that Elijah and Rebekah were not truly captured. "What is the meaning of this? Where is Rebekah." Not a question, a command.

"Good evening, Klaus," the first witch greeted, holding an open book against her arms. 

"I am going to rid Marcel of this world," Klaus promised to himself. 

Elijah stepped forward, holding a silent finger up. "Brother, brother. The circumstances that I've had to lure you in have become more and more drastic as the centuries fly by. To answer your question, our dear sister is not in town, unfortunately."

Klaus clasped his hands together, hiding a grin. "You mean to tell me that I've trekked all this way for nothing?"

"Not for nothing. I come to confirm the suspicions circling around New Orleans," Elijah declared, adjusting a cuff link. "There is indeed a child of yours out there in the world."

Klaus shook his head, tucking his arms behind his back casually. "Really? What evidence do you have to back up your recent discoveries, Elijah?"

"Mostly intuition," Elijah said and Klaus laughed, ducking his head away. 

"And the fact that we've managed to track down the girl in the city," the previous witch added, "We can't properly pin her but Marcel has eyes everywhere. She's been here for approximately two to five days."

Klaus sighed, tucking his lips in. When the first whispers of a miracle child started to reach his ears, all the evidence pointed to one of his late-night conquers, Hayley Marshall. He never spoke her name to people, in hopes that this drama would eventually turn over and leave the werewolf to live her life. Yet, here he stood. "Hmm," Klaus hummed, pacing around the room.

"Is that all you have to say, Niklaus? The closed bloodline to our family tree has been broken and your response is just to grunt passionately?" Elijah wondered if all the years of insanity finally caught up to his brother. Although plunging daggers in the hearts of his siblings just for being boring was quite cruel in its own way.

"Oh, no, brother. I'm pondering which location on this vast world I should dump your daggered body in," Klaus shrugged, "Not only have you baited me in like a hopeless fish, surpassingly bruising my large ego,  you've plotted against me with my enemy."

"Marcel is not an enemy."

"Have you not heard? He's the King of the city now. I will not tolerate that child to sit atop what is rightfully mine, that is the true problem at hand."

"So you want a kingdom?" Elijah scoffed, a faint smile of amusement on his face. "What's the use of that when you don't have a family to reside in it with? When you don't have your army of hybrids? Marcel has all that, that's why he's had the ability to take the throne." 

"Loyalty is easy to come by."

Elijah shook his head. "The kind of loyalty you speak of, Niklaus, is not true loyalty. That is false fidelity because you force it."

Klaus growled, reaching for Elijah's collar. "I do not have a child."

"Then why are you so angry?" Elijah pushed him off, Klaus slamming against the wall. Klaus flitted rapidly to his face, delivering a firm punch. Elijah only chuckled, wiping his bloody nose. "You afraid you might grow to be like Mikael and hit your own child?"

This enraged Klaus even further and he reached for Elijah's arm, breaking it. "I will never be like him."

"Prove me wrong, then. Prove Mikael that he has not won, that his treachery doesn't run deep in your soul. Because I can tell you that he is laughing at your misery beyond the grave." 

Klaus rode off his high of anger, taking deep breaths. He finally straightened, looking Elijah dead in the eye. "You're right brother." This seemed to shock Elijah but he accepted the pat Klaus gave him on the shoulder. "I am going to help find that child. And once I do," he grinned, "I might love it in a way my father never did to me. Or I might just rip it right out the stomach of the woman who carries it." He shrugged casually, stalking out the room. "It's a gamble you'll have to test."

~

"Grab that, and the next arrow goes in her heart. Your choice."

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