Don't Fear The Reaper | Elijah Mikaelson

Sympathy For The Devil

'Anger is like a full hot horse, who being allowed his way, Self-mettle tires him.'
   
Klaus Mikaelson knew very well that Shakespeare was a genius. A rare brilliant mind in a sea of lackwits, posers and charlatans. His blood tasted exquisite. And the way he spoke made the Original reconsider questions of life, death and uncontrollable rage. All three key aspects that shaped his immortal existence, formerly immortal he should say.

Elijah, his beloved elder brother shoved the white oak stake into his heart. The noble stag watched him crumble into dust, stood back up like a stranger and fixed his cufflinks with his everyday aloof expression. Uncaring and unfeeling, as if he executed a random nightwalker, not the deadliest creature to roam the planet. His own brother; half-brother a traitorous part of himself whispered. That's all he was when it truly came down to it. A bastard. Merciless, heartless and different from the rest of his siblings. Fated to spend eternity unloved and alone.

His every sacrifice was ridiculed and abhorred by those he cloaked under his protection for centuries. Rebekah grieved for a full week before she discarded her false mask of mourning and rejoiced in her newfound freedom. He thinks he despises her more for the fabricated play of familial bereavement than he does Kol for his obvious glee. At least his little brother is honest in his hate. There are no games or trickery. Just cheer uninterrupted satisfaction. He and Kol were always birds of a feather in that way.

No one knows what Finn thinks, and no one probably cares, Klaus included. Something along the lines of good riddance and a predictable sigh of relief and harsh condemnation of the monstrous hybrid.

His baby momma - and Loki help him, that term makes him want to vomit if his supernatural physiology had allowed that - was the quickest to adjust. He didn't love her by any chance. But he did half like her when she didn't behave as an impetuous child frolicking in the swamp with her lessers; a measly pack of pompous brutes with neither the brains nor the brawns to capture the city if they had refused him.

Potentially garnering his biological progeny's resentment was bothersome. So he had had no immediate plans of releasing her from her mortal coil.

And now, he wagers she needn't ever fear that possibility. Elijah will lure her into his web with his honied words and fancy gestures. She'll be eating from the palm of his hands by the end of the month - just in time for the birth.

A mirthless chuckle is drawn from the depths of his being.

Family is power. Love. Loyalty. His brother's unwavering conviction in his pledge. A foolish pact uttered by naif children who knew nothing of the world nor the curse of ageless drifting, one era into the next.

And my child. My blood will grow up to call you father.

He screamed his accusations at his brother many moons ago. Elijah denied them. Called him a mad paranoid tyrant, like usual. But Niklaus is many things; obsessed with power, legacy, family , delusional is not one of them.

He's an oracle, it appears.

Unlike Cassandra, Niklaus is a disbeliever of his own premonitions, rather than fated to foresee while the ears of others remain sewn shut.

He had a simple mission. Terrify Bekah like she did when she summoned their father to murder him. He never even contemplated executing his flesh and blood. The only woman who didn't toy with his heart or betray him, turned out to be an exact replica of all the others. And as much as it infuriated him, it was so nauseatingly predictable he couldn't bring himself to care.

Was that the true curse Esther - not mother, never mother - imparted on his soul? She had a safety measure when he sired the hybrids. To free his wolf side, he had to kill the doppelganger. To create his army, he needed her as a living donner . A paradox. A trap hidden in plain sight. But what if the old hag's manipulations were far more sinister and insidious? Hexed to spend eternity with terror and treachery as his only bedmates. A moment of comfort is a fairy tale kindness unknown to the brutal and wicked Klaus.