KLAYLEY SHORT STORIES.

KLAUS IS RESURRECTED.

2010

Klaus was sitting at the counter in some run down bar along the Appalachian Trail having unsuccessfully having tried to make hybrids again, Stefan Salvatore in true ripper mode had some female in a dark corner of the bar draining the life's blood out of her, when Klaus blacked out sitting upright at the bar when he became conscious again he looked in the smeared mirror behind the bar and blinked several times, Stefan drunk on blood staggered into the barstool beside him sucking the blood from his lips, his eyes blood red and unfocused slumped against the bar.

"Go home Stefan," Klaus expounded not looking at the ripper, "I don't need you anymore, you are released, you have fulfilled the deal we made."

Stefan's delayed reaction of surprise had Klaus smirking, "What are you planing Klaus we have been away for a Month trying to turn hybrids and now your just going to stop?" Stefan questioned with a deep frown.

"I have been called away, I no longer need your help," Klaus remarked throwing money on the bar and getting up and walking away, leaving Stefan sitting there with his mouth open his frown several inches deeper across his forehead, Klaus left the bar got in his car and drove, without knowing where he was driving he just drove, after several hours of driving he pulled into a small Town uncaring of the name found a motel compelled himself a room, took his bag into the generic bland room dumped his bag on the bed and went into the bathroom, turned the shower on got in and standing under it, at least high pressure shower head felt soothing pounding over his head as he tried to put his thoughts into sequence, stepping out of the shower he dried himself roughly and lay on the bed and fell asleep in moments.

Klaus showered again, the next morning and dressed and left the Motel driving into the Town he stopped at the general store buying paper pen and envelope he went back to the car,

Dear Elijah,

Our Siblings lie daggered in Lincoln Park Chicago,

Storage Unit 30331.

Klaus.

Klaus knew Elijah had gone to New York after he had left him in Mystic Falls so he addressed it to the apartment the Mikaelson's had owned for Decades in New York mailed it express post and drove to the airport, bought a first class ticket to Florence Italy and Left America behind.

2060.

Sitting on his balcony in the Villa Acacia- Le Terrazze on the bustling tourist dense Street Bolognese, 182, 50139 Firenze FI, Italy, Klaus sipped his Cabernet Sauvignon the Summer night air warm when he heard a whoosh of air from above him and turned to look at the Woman seated in the vacant chair beside him, and watched as she got up and walked inside hearing her in his kitchen then she was back with a wine glass in hand and sat pouring herself a glass of wine,

"How are you a hybrid?" He asked looking at her.

She smirked at him, "I was resurrected as a Hybrid in 2010, I was working in a bar and blacked out standing serving drinks and when I opened my eyes, I was resurrected and a hybrid, I left the Town I was in that night, went to Alaska and drove ice trucks for the next Five Decades compelling people not to notice me not aging." 

"Why are you here?"

"Thought I would look you up your not that hard to track your scent is distinctive, maybe it was sentimental reasoning," And watched him, sipping her wine and he remained silent, "Have you seen your Family? Do you know what has been happening the last Fifty Years?"

"No, nor do I want to know."

"You were just going to let me age and die?"

"Yes, the Mikaelson's caused you nothing but grief and death."