Klaus Restart.
WARNING THIS KLAUS HAS THE POWER THAT L.J. SMITH THE ORIGINAL WRITER OF KLAUS MIKAELSON GAVE HIM.
BUT WITH MORE COMPASSION WHICH PLEC GAVE HIM.
THIS KLAUS MIKAELSON IS A MIXTURE OF BOTH.
DO NOT READ IF YOU CANNOT WRAP YOUR IMAGINATIVE...
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Rebekah lies on an old mattress in a poor state suffering from the werewolf bites. There is a dripping sound by her bedside as she is coming into a conscious state. She startles awake gasping only to look around and see a very familiar hospital in full swing; the sound of screaming patients in agony and bustling nurses and doctors attending to them; all dying from Spanish Influenza. She is hallucinating, she is really in an abandoned hospital in New Orleans; antique hospital beds, wheelchairs and equipment left behind and forgotten. She breathes heavily and gasps with fear as she looks around lost in her hallucination. Blood dripping on the floor; a man drops a bloody rag; another man sits up in bed and coughs out blood. She gasps as two doctors drop another patient onto a cot and wheel him toward the morgue. She slowly rolls out of the bed, weakened by the werewolf venom in her system. A woman's laughter is heard echoing through the corridors.
"Who's there?" Rebekah cries out fearfully in her befuddled state.
No answer, she struggles to get out of that room as quickly as possible and escape. As she reaches the door she plunges through it escaping outside.
"How the hell did I get here?" She mutters to herself.
She stumbles toward the steps but before she can go any further she is stabbed in the heart with a wooden stake. She gasps and falls to the ground only to look into the eyes of the familiar face that stabbed her.
Rebekah gasps, "Genevieve!"
Genevieve smiles sardonically, manically, "Rebekah, tell me you're not leaving already. I thought we might reminisce."
Rebekah falls unconscious.
Rebekah lay on a hospital bed with the wooden stake still buried in her chest, she is now awake and gasping as Genevieve is humming and making an herb potion mixed with her blood.
Rebekah snarls, "What the hell are you doing you ruthless bitch?"
"Poor Rebekah, you should rest. You're looking a little peaked.," Genether drolls cattily. She pulls the stake out of Rebekah's chest and lets her blood drip into her potion. "Of course, that's to be expected, given the impressive amount of werewolf venom in your system."
Rebekah snaps with what energy and fire she has, "If I weren't so bloody sick I'd rip your head off!"
Genetheher mocks nastily, "But you are sick and comforting the sick always was a talent of mine. I take care of my friends. We were friends, weren't we? Of course we were." She applies a cold cloth to Rebekah's forehead.
Rebekah has a flashback to New Orleans 1919, of the hospital and tending to the sick with Genevieve.
Rebekah gasps in the hospital bed, she is alone now. She rolls over and falls off the bed landing on her feet; groaning.
Klaus arrives at the Fleur-de-Lis Sanatorium. Klaus enters silently and walks along the corridor of the dark hospital knowing where Rebekah will be. He senses her behind him and turns his face impassive as he stares at the redhead he had bedded in the last timeline.
Genevieve huskily announces, Klaus represses a shudder knowing Esther is in her body, are Esther and Genevieve fighting for dominance inside the one body? He ponders to himself. "Klaus Mikaelson we need to have a talk about your sister."
His facial expression changes and hardens as she walks away from him. Klaus doesn't follow after her but remains still and responds. "Rebekah is of no concern to you. If you mean to harm her...." He growls out, his voice rising.
Genevieve smirks, "Ah, the protective brother. A shame that loyalty isn't reciprocated. But then, I'm no stranger to Rebekah's treachery. Something you and I have in common. Here," She holds out the bowl that she retrieved from a table nearby holding. "Drink. I'm just trying to help you.Get you to see the truth that's been right in front of you for almost a century."
Klaus looks at the bowl with disdain, "I know of my sister's treachery." He announces clearly unmoved, by the double witch and her manipulations.
Genevieve' eyes widen in surprise but now he can see the fear in them as she takes a step back from him, "That is impossible," She whispers.
