Salvation of a Salvatore Sister

Two Halfs of a Broken Soul

        "Allow me to show you my truth, my truth of that night." His eyes pierce into mine with a sincerity only he could possess. I nod. Raising his hands to the side of my head, Klaus places his fingertips against my temples. He swishes his lips to the side, a non-verbal question of whether I'm sure, and I nod again. As I close my eyes, I grant Klaus access to enter my mind. Our room slips away until I find myself back in the Opera House, but this time, I'm seeing it from Klaus's perspective.

...

Klaus sits with Rebekah in our box seat. His hair is perfectly slicked back. His body adorned in an impeccable suit. A program in hand, his eyes dance over it while Rebekah looks around nervously. "Well, this is off to a bad start. Your first big date together in public after I gave you my blessing, and he stood you up."

"Something must have delayed him," Rebekah protests at the mention of Marcel's tardiness.

"Or," Klaus counters, "now that your elicit affair is out in the open, he finds the whole relationship a tad lackluster and has run off to Havana with a showgirl."

Rebekah is clearly not pleased by Klaus's comments as she glares at him. "Don't be such a toerag. I'm going to check the lobby." She stands, and Klaus smirks.

"See if you can't find our brother and Lily while you're there. The curtain is about to go up." Rebekah disappears out of the box, and Klaus places his program down, watching the stage. Though, his ease doesn't last long as he tenses at the presence behind him. For behind him, Mikael sits down.

Klaus doesn't turn to face his father. Instead, he remains deadly still as his father places a stake against his back. A white oak stake. "I would advise against trying to flee, boy. I can drive this into your heart before you can even think of getting to your feet, and I don't want you to die yet."

"Father," Klaus whispers.

"Father," Mikael echos with a bitter chuckle. "Still clinging to that word after all these years, a bastard desperate for a daddy?" Klaus's jaw twitches. He's clearly trying not to react, to give in, like Mikael expects him too. "I wonder if your real father would be as embarrassed as I was of you before I discovered you were not mine. Most likely." Klaus sits up, ready to put an end to this, when Mikael stops him with a poke of the stake. "Oh, oh. Uh-uh. Easy now, boy." Mikael grabs Klaus's shoulder, holding him back. "Don't worry. Death will come, but we need to have a little chat before you shuffle off your immortal coil."

Over his shoulder, Klaus glares. "Any words we have for each other have been spoken long ago. But, know this, I am no longer the animal begging for scraps of your affection. I will die knowing my hatred for you was just. I will fall proud of all I have achieved here. So, Mikael, if you're going to kill me, then get on with it."

"Au contraire, Niklaus. Some things remain unsaid. For instance, you were right to be proud of your achievement here. As I walked the streets, your name was spoken of in reverent tones by the city's finest. So, after I kill you, I will remain here in New Orleans until every last person who remembers you is dead. The deeds of the mighty Klaus will be remembered by no one. And you, boy, will simply never have existed." The threat weighs heavily on Klaus's shoulders as he stares at the stage in time for the orchestra to tune their instruments and the lights to dim. "Ah. The grand show." Mikael, pulls the stake away from Klaus's back, leaning forward and whispering in Klaus's ear, "Oh, I made some alterations in your honor. You'll love it. She is quite a beautiful girl after all. I thought she deserved her time in the spotlight."

The words cause Klaus's shoulders to tense even more as his eyes widen. The curtain draws up and then there, on the stage are the staked bodies of some of the Mikaelson's closest allies and Marcel. But more importantly, there staked to the podium, center stage, is Lily. Klaus's breath grows heavy as the audience laughs from below. It seems that Mikael compelled the crowd to watch it all as if it was a great comedy. Fear presses behind Klaus's eyes as they glass over, focused only on the women he loves.