Dispersora | Klaus Mikaelson

Chapter 11

Klaus was in time-out.

"How necessary was this?" said Yara uncomfortably as Elijah prepared to remove Papa Tunde's blade from Klaus, something which was apparently causing him immense torment and keeping him comatose.

"He was already beating into Rebekah when I found them," said Elijah, his touch causing Klaus to gasp in pain as he prepared to make an incision. "She and Marcel have run. I need you to handle this while I go and see what occurred with Céleste and the wolves. They were successful in kidnapping her, and I suspect now that it is day, they will be either cured or about to be. I've made a deal with Monique Deveraux to ensure Céleste is returned to her true body where she can be killed permanently."

"So my task is just to keep Klaus from going after Rebekah and Marcel?"

"Precisely. And, if you could, conduct some research to see what can be done about healing Father Kieran."

"That, I can do. I'll even do you one better and hire the sniper I've been eyeing to take out Bastianna and Genevieve. One pop, they'll never see it coming."

He smiled tightly. "One thing at a time."

He used a scalpel to slice into the scar on Klaus's chest, opening it wide enough to jam in his fist, grabbing the blade and pulling it out. The hybrid groaned in agony before letting out a yell, looking quite weak even after the blade was removed.

"You will feed him this, slowly, throughout the day," offered Elijah, holding out a blood bag with a small puncture at the top.

"Did you inject this with vervain?" said Yara in disbelief, able to smell it from the hole.

"Yes. It will burn him to keep him ingesting it slower. Persuade him not to murder his baby sister or your son." He turned to Klaus, who was glaring murderously at him. "Niklaus, it was not my desire to bring you pain, but I will not see you hurt Rebekah."

"Elijah," Klaus rasped weakly. "You will pay for this."

Yara waited until the elder brother was gone to sit on the bed, propping Klaus up as comfortably as she could. "We could do this the easy way or the hard way," she said, offering him a sip of the vervain-filled blood bag. "You prove to me you will let Rebekah be, and I can get you blood without vervain in it. If you continue to be moody, I assure you that you will learn how far a pregnant woman's rage can extend."

"You are angry," he whispered, seeing the look on her face. "You've been crying."

"Yes. I'm quite frustrated, actually. This revelation hurts me as much as it hurts you. The boy we raised, who we told about our childhoods enduring abuse, brought that wicked man here to be with Rebekah, who knew better than anyone how awful Mikael was. I still remember the day she told me how she tried to kill him!" She noticed the look on Klaus's face. "You didn't know?"

He shook his head weakly. "She tried to kill him to protect you," murmured Yara. "Elijah stopped her. She wouldn't have survived the guilt. But she meant to, you know. Still, it... it is very upsetting to know they resorted to that. It's why I never wanted to be so vocal about my dislike of their relationship. Yes, I wanted them to be happy, but I wasn't any more a fan of it than you were, and I hoped that by letting them do it, they'd break up on their own and we wouldn't be responsible for any bad feelings. Though, to see this as the solution..."

He reached for her hand, allowing her to lace her fingers with his. "I think of all that we lost that day," she murmured. "In truth, it hurt more to lose Marcel than to hurt you. I don't mean this to be offensive, I simply think losing a partner can never compare to losing a child. And yet, that night, I lost both of you. I thought both were my fault. I wasn't strong enough, in fact, I was so weak that I said awful things."