Whatever It Takes | Klaus Mikaelson (Discontinued)

twenty eight

Klaus groaned, feeling the pain from the evil spirit in front of him. The Hollow enjoyed toying with the hybrid's mind, watching as everything around him fell apart.

She could take many forms, her choosing your greatest weakness. She'd chosen Mikael's body to use as a front; the one person Klaus hated the most.

"Imagine if I made you kill someone you cared about. Maybe I already have." She taunted, forcing his mind to play a non-existent memory.

Freya laid dead on the ground, Klaus rushed to her side, shaking his head.

"Oh, no, no, no."

"Next time, it might even be Ella."

"No!" He shouted.

"Even if you could resist, who will stop Marcel? After all, I'm having my fun with him. I will make him tear through your family like you have these people. Now, you only have the one choice. Kill Marcel or he will kill you and everyone you love."

Before he could respond, fingers touched his temples. His eyes were now all black, the Hollow, celebrating as she took over the hybrid's mind.

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"Come back for one last celebration?" Marcel hopefully questioned.

"This place... this city, a lot of tragedy happened here, but after everything that's happened, the city is yours. Enjoy your empire, king. I hope it brings you peace." Mia smiled, kissing his cheek and hugging him.

"Do one thing for me. Tell your daughter she doesn't need to fear me. She never did."

"Why would she fear you?"

"I don't know... I guess some stuff Klaus told her."

"Marcel, she's fine.. see." She pointed behind him to Ella, who stood against the wall with her teddy bear.

"What are you doing out of bed, baby?"

"I had a bad dream, something's coming."

"What's coming?" Marcel asked, bending down to her level.

"Marcy, I'm scared." She said, using the nickname she gave him as a tear slid down her face.

"Everything's okay. You don't have to be scared."

"On the contrary, mate. I think I'm everything to be afraid of." Klaus spoke, suddenly appearing.

He smirked before speeding over to Marcel, who moved to avoid him. Ella gasped, looking at Klaus with fear.

"Hey, remember where I told you to go? Go ahead, hurry." Mia told her.

She ran off as Klaus slammed Marcel into the mirror. Marcel groaned, struggling to get up.

"What's your problem?" She asked, stepping between them.

He kept quiet, grabbing her wrist and snapping it. The pain ripped through her body, causing her to cry out.

"He must be killed. Anyone who stands in my way will receive the same fate."

He drove his hand into her chest, squeezing her heart. Marcel grabbed Klaus' arm, releasing his grip. She dropped to her knees, coughing, trying to catch her breath.

As she looked up, Marcel's body hit the ground with a thud. Klaus sped over to her, breaking a piece of the wooden chair and stabbing her with it.

"This isn't your battle, Mia. Stay out of it!"

"No.."

She laid on the ground, unable to get up from the unbearable pain. Marcel groaned, unable to get up from the extreme pain. Ella peeked at Mia before running in front of her.

"Daddy, stop!" She yelled.

His eyes turned back to normal, hearing her voice. He turned his attention away from Marcel, slowly walking toward his love and child.

"Why are you hurting mom? What did she do?" She asked.

He stopped a few feet from them, not uttering a word. His eyes suddenly turned black as veins pulsed from his face.

"Daddy no!"

As he lunged toward them, Marcel tackled him.

"Go, and don't come back!" Mia told her.

"But-"

"Go!"

Ella ran off, frightened. Mia's eyes landed on Klaus breaking Marcel's neck. He smirked, letting his body fall to the ground.

"Let's see.. I think I'll start with you." He smirked, pulling out a sharp knife and going over to the love of his life.

"Hey, it's me.. hey." She whispered.

He bent down to her level, tilting his head.

"This isn't you, Klaus. It's messing with you head. You don't wanna kill me, you love me, right?"

He sadly looked into her eyes, taking her uninjured wrist in his hand.

"Wrong."

A gasp left her lips as she felt the knife pierce her stomach. She stared at him in disbelief, unable to speak, only able to watch him leave her lying on the ground..