Repeatedly | Klamon

Chapter 3

To break the hybrid curse, Klaus needs a moonstone. This involves channeling the power of the full moon into the moonstone that binds the original curse. He must then sacrifice a werewolf and a vampire to represent both sides of his heritage, and finally, he drinks the blood of a human doppelgänger at the doppelgänger's birthplace.

However, another curse, connected to the uncertainty of his mother's final words, is also intertwined with the hybrid curse. With this unknown curse unleashed, the ritual will be complete. If not, all his efforts will be in vain.

To unleash this unknown curse, another life must be sacrificed.

Klaus doesn't even know this.

Because he can't.

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"What's up, Ric?" Alaric paused for a second as Damon greeted him.

"How can you be sure Klaus isn't in this body?" He took a seat next to Damon and told the bartender, "I'll have the same," while pointing to the side.

"Even Jenna raised a crossbow at me," Alaric murmured, his palm under his chin, as he glanced at the vampire, who was still downing whiskey like water. Damon had a neutral look on his face, his usual attire - messy, stylish hair and black leather.

"If I told you I could recall your footstep as you walk, would you believe me?" Damon turned to look at him. Pale blue eyes, emotionless, watched his frozen face of confusion. Then Damon's signature smile arrived. His brows rose teasingly. "Come on. Do not be so gullible. It's just a cheap aftershave scent, okay?"

"Dick, you said that with such a serious expression—that creeps me out." Alaric huffed out a breath and shook his head in disbelief. He lifted the glass of whiskey handed to him by the bartender and took a sip. "I went to your house. Klaus, let me out this morning to send a message."

"Bad news?"

"Yeah, Klaus mentioned that the ritual would take place tonight," Alaric said. "I have a strange feeling about what Elijah told us about helping Elena."

Their conversation drew curious stares from the bartender. He then leaned closer to the vampire.

"He said she'd die first, then be revived with an elixir he has had since Katherine was a human."

"A magical witch potion with no expiration date." The vampire nodded slightly. A sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth. "So they believed everything Mr. Gentleman said, like a puppy?"

"We have no other choice," he replied. "Because she's a supernatural creature. The Gilbert ring won't work for her. She doesn't want to be a vampire, either. We can only believe that the elixir will work."

"Don't count me in." Damon smiled, wiggling the glass he held. "You know, stealing one of his sacrifices might make more sense."

"Did Stefan already tell you about the sacrifice?" Alaric took the empty glass from Damon.

Damon remained silent, his gaze turning to the bartender for another drink. Alaric noticed his dry, cracked lips and flushed cheeks. "Are you drunk? How much did you drink?"

Damon just shrugged in response, looking casual. Then Alaric asked, "So where have you been all morning? They are worried about you."

"That's not true." The laugh was bitter. Damon's responses were also full of sarcasm. "I just work hard to screw things up. They probably wanted me there. If something horrible happens, the right person will be blamed."

When the conversation fell into silence, Alaric sighed. Damon's relaxed expression suddenly hardened. The sound of footsteps approached. The British accent of the man who kicked him out of his own apartment spoke in a pleasant tone.