Klaus held the indestructible white oak stake in his hands. His three siblings stood in front of him, Keira with Tunde's blade.
"Sisters," Klaus said angrily.
"Walk away," Elijah replied as calmly as he could.
"Don't move!"
"Sisters, leave us. Now," Elijah turned to the girls.
"We can't!" Keira said, remembering the boundary spell someone had put around the cemetery. "We're stuck here. Elijah, he has the white oak stake!"
Klaus pointed it at them. "I brought it for you two."
Elijah gave them a pointed look. "Get out of his sight. Your presence here only serves to anger him. Leave him to me now."
Rebekah nodded, grabbed her sister by the arm, and sped off. When they were a descent distance away, Rebekah called Marcel while Keira listened to their brothers.
"I'm asking you, brother to brother-- we end this nonsense now," Elijah said.
"You would side with those traitors," Klaus replied.
"I am not choosing sides, but I will not allow you to hurt our sisters."
"We cannot leave this cemetery, Elijah. How long do you think you can defend her?"Klaus sped away, but Elijah caught up quickly and blocked him. "As long as it takes, by whatever means necessary."
"Rebekah?" Marcel said over the phone. "Oh thank god."
"Marcel!" Rebekah said.
"Just stay alive. I promise you, I'll get you out of there," Marcel said before either of the girls could say anything.
"I've never seen him like this before. He's out of his mind with rage, up all night howling one obscenity-laced tirade after the next. He's gonna kill us," Keira said.
"Alright," Marcel sighed. "Both of you stay as far away from him as you can."
"That's a brilliant strategy. But, given that that dead bitch Celeste has trapped us in here 'til moonrise, our options are somewhat limited," Rebekah said.
"I'm not leaving you in there. Davina will find a loophole, get you out early. Then, we can all go together. If Klaus comes after us, we will take him on one hell of a ride."
"I lived for centuries looking over my shoulder, ready to run at a moment's notice. Am I to go back to that?"
"Worry about that later. Right now, just buy me some time. I promise you, I'll get you both out of there."
"Thank you, Marcel," Keira said as Rebekah hung up.
Hours later, the girls still hiding and Klaus pacing around trying to find them with Elijah following, Elijah finally broke the silence.
"You've been at this for hours. To what end? Niklaus, I know you, and I grew up fighting you. I can't be beaten, nor can I be persuaded. You cannot get past me," he said.
"I could get past you. Although, it might have to be over your dead body. You did keep that blade inside my chest, forcing me to endure hours of unspeakable pain. Perhaps I should direct my rage toward you," Klaus said, pointing the stake at Elijah. Keira would have ran to them to stop him is Rebekah hadn't held her back.
Elijah glared at him. "You should see yourself-- the murderous expression, the self-righteous posturing. You look like Father."
Klaus looked angry and hurt at the insult. "I'm not him. The betrayal of our sisters justifies my anger. His was that of a madman. You were never the recipient of his cruelty. None of you were-- not Kol, not Finn, None of you! I think you've forgotten what he was truly like."
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The Other Mikaelson- Book 2
FanfictionA thousand years ago, a powerful Witch named Esther, and her viking husband Mikael, moved to a supernatural village full of werewolves. Having lost another one of their eight children, they then turned the remainders into vampires. Now, a thousan...