As I awakened from a sleep that felt like it had lasted forever, I had found myself back in my own bedroom within my chambers of an abandoned castle I had occupied over a century ago and continued to call my home until a trip to New York led me towards the path of Freya Mikaelson.
I immediately got out of bed noticing I was wearing the same clothes from the night Rebekah and I were sharing champagne and swapping stories and it was then that I remember what my father had done to us both, and quickly sped my way out of my boudoir and continue to vampire speed around the entire castle frantically in search of the blonde-haired Mikaelson vampire only to no avail, I was completely and utterly alone like I had always been in this abandoned and decaying castle and for a moment I began wondering if everything that had happened up until now was just some elaborate dream I had dreamt up to cure my loneliness.
No, my mind was never that creative, Van Helsing was behind all this for that I was certain. The only thing leaving me baffled was why to leave me here to take Rebekah elsewhere, after all, it would be he would not want to take his eye off considering it was me who had turned my father from a siphoning witch into a full heretic making him every bit the monster he believed me to be.
I had to get out of that castle, locate my father, rescue Rebekah, and put Van back into the chambers located beneath my castle, a prison I had spelled to hold him for many decades, a prison I was still unsure of how he got out of, but before my brain could function before I attempted to play the hell, my heightened vampire senses alerted me that the most important thing for me to do right away had a much-needed bath.
After a nice long soak and an outfit change, I attempted to leave my home and it was then as I walked through my front door only to find myself walking back into the castle did, I realize that Van had spelled my castle so I could not leave and if I tried, I would only wind up back there. It had been a while since I had fought with my so-called father and clearly, I underestimated him, of course, he would turn my home into my prison after all I had turned my home into his prison.
But I was a heretic with the ability to siphon any magic like the magic used to keep his spell in place and so I began doing what I did best and started draining the very magic from the walls of my home, before going on to drain the magic within the front doorway until I knew I was free to walk outside on the castle grounds, not realizing that the moment I enter the garden that nature had fully reclaimed, that Van was stood there waiting in a field with Rebekah's lifeless body placed in a pentagram.
He had clearly linked himself with the original female vampire to grant him even more power, knowing it would make him stronger, powerful enough to take me down not fearing the wrath of the Mikaelsons like he foolishly feared no man which was how I managed to get the upper hand before to turn him into a vampire and all I had to do now was use his arrogance against him once again to save Rebekah and then take him down.
"I made the mistake of not killing you before, but I will not make that mistake again!" I warned him as I began walking towards my notorious father, attempting to come across confident when deep down I was terrified.
"You know you had a helping hand back then, an original one to be precise but I do not see him around here, the only original I see is currently my pawn in my plan to killing you," Van replied coldly. "I must say as a father I am so disappointed it took you so long to figure out my spell but then again you were never particularly a bright child."
"I am brighter than you I mean what kind of self-loathing lunatic hunts the very thing he is not to mention knowingly fathers a child he knows will be a witch, a thing he hates despite being one himself," I responded as I now stood right in front of him. "It used to break my heart that you never loved me as a father should, but you can't love anyone your just full of hate."
"You know I tried with you I really did but even before you were a monster, I despised every second with you. You were always so meek and whiny, a true stain to my legacy! I should have killed you when you were firstborn when your very birth killed your mother." Van viciously scorned me.
"Seriously?" I scoffed at him. "You blame me for her death? People die like that all the time if you want to put blame on anyone try the one who impregnated the woman in the first place! She would not have died if you could control yourself, I mean come on how hard is it to not get someone pregnant knowing you may father a child you would never love."
"Never speak of your mother like that!" He shouted furiously as he clenched his right fist and punched my face using all his strength.
He was playing right into my hands, I wanted to lure him into a fight because physically I knew I may be stronger because I had been a vampire longer however, he was a very skilled hunter. Normally I would go straight to the magic but with him still linked to Rebekah, I had no choice but to beat him in a fight.
Van may have thrown the first punch, but I was quick to respond with a second punch which was followed by one hell of a fight. Van may have been the ultimate hunter but I had spent years being trained by him, that plus the fact I had been a vampire slightly longer than him was in my favor as I managed to hold my own for a while, but only for a while as it was not long before he began to gain the upper hand in a fight as I was thrown to the ground bloody, beaten, and broken, as the man who called himself my father stood above me with a wooden stake in his hand ready to kill me.
"Once you kill me you will truly and utterly be alone without anything else to hate but yourself!" I said to him defiantly, knowing I was about to die, never giving him the privilege of my pleading.
"I do not hate you my son, but I brought your monstrosity into this world, and I alone should be the one to take you out." He replied as he moved forward and began to plunge the stake towards my chest when suddenly Klaus vampire sped his way onto the scene as if from out of nowhere, snapped Van's neck and threw his body to the ground before picking up the wooden stake which had fallen onto the ground.
"You can't kill him, not yet he's still linked to Rebekah!" I quickly warned Klaus as I slowly rose to my feet. "First let me unlink them and then I get to kill him not you!"
"Very well," Klaus replied with a smile as he handed me the wooden stake.
"I guess he was too busy draining your sister to cloak her first, amateur mistake from someone who calls himself a professional," I said all too eager to mock the man who was just about to murder me.
"Are you okay?" Klaus asked me.
"I will be once he's finally dead once and for all!" I confessed as I walked over to Rebekah ready to undo my father's magic and wake up my immortal friend.
Before long I had awakened Rebekah, unliked her from my devious father, and reimprisoned Van Helsing within my castle ready to kill him and end my centuries-long misery at his hands, but first I could not resist some much-needed torture.
When it comes to bleeding, beating, and torturing a man you loathe there is no greater partner in crime than Rebekah Mikaelson. I had all the intention for this to be the last day of my father's miserable existence but considering he had kidnapped us both, linked himself to Rebekah, and hunted me for many lifetimes I only found it fitting that his death was far from painless or quick.
"Why have you not just killed that bastard already?" Klaus snapped at me after pulling me away from the torture chambers where I had Van Helsing imprisoned.
"What the hell has it got to do with you what I do or do not do my father?" I snapped right back, infuriated by his interference.
"Because he did not just come for you this time around, he came for my family, and the last time you had him locked up he escaped!" Klaus argued with me. "I do not know if you are questioning your ability to kill your own father but..."
"Oh trust me he will die at my hands and my hands alone but first I am going to make him suffer in ways he cannot fathom, I will having pleading for death only to deny it repeatedly until I so desire to end him and then and only then will I do so when I grow tired of inflicting unspeaking pain onto the man who has hunted me all my life." I declared, making my plans obvious to the original hybrid, making it clear this was under my control and only I could call the shots.
"I remember a man who would wish nobody any ill will, a man who believed in the best out of the worst of the people. That man is not here anymore, is he?" Klaus replied, taunting me with his judgemental words. "Kill your father and attempt to find some peace do not hold onto this hatred forever or it will destroy you as it destroyed me."
"Please do not stand in front of me and pretend to give a damn about the man I have become when I am only doing exactly what you would do in my shoes!" I told him, furious by how hypocritical he was being especially considering he killed both of his fathers, and one of them twice.
"I do not want you to be like me do you not get that? I never wanted you to be like me that is why I left you to save you from becoming the monster I was because the thought of such an amazing light get completely lost within the darkness hurt me in ways you cannot imagine." Klaus revealed to me, shocking me with his sudden displays of caring for me although I did not trust it.
"There is no light left in me nor do I believe that you ever put my needs before your own. You left me because you grew tired of me so do not try to mess with my mind now to rewrite history to your own advantage!" I continued to argue with him, refusing to accept the idea that maybe he did care for me after all.
"Guys!" Rebekah shouted as she sped her way into the middle of us both in true vampire style, looking somewhat startled by something.
"Not now Rebekah!" Klaus snapped at his sister.
"It's your father Salem, he's dead!" Rebekah revealed to us, leaving me stunned by her admission.
Rebekah and I had left Salem in the dungeons ready to restart our twisted torture once I managed to get rid of Klaus so the idea that he had suddenly dead left me speechless. How could he die without any of the vampires within the castle hearing him? And who the hell hated him just as much as I to kill him?
One thing I knew for sure was Van Helsing sure as hell never killed himself.
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