On The Run

Chapter 2

Klaus's hand ran wild, flying over every inch. The once white canvas now shown black and grey with vibrant red slashes across the center. The brush dug deep into the canvas and paint coated his fingers as if it was just released from someones chest. He was hardly concentrating on the piece, he only needed to keep busy or else Klaus would run. It had been days now since he slaughtered his hybrid army and days since he had ran the Lockwood mutt off for defying him. Klaus scoffed to himself at the mere thought of Tyler Lockwood being the Alpha of any pack, much less HIS hybrids. Turning his own hybrids against him and using them to kill HIM. Klaus Mikealson, THE Original Hybrid. The paintbrush splintered apart and turns to dust in Klaus's fingertips. He lets the bits fall to the floor and clinched his jaw tight, almost hearing his teeth crack under the pressure. He pinches the bridge of his nose and forces his eyes closed, trying to keep his urge to kill at bay. His only joy came knowing that Tyler was now running scared, looking over his shoulder and never knowing a moments piece until the day he meets his demise. This was a mental torture method he was a custom to using, just ask Katerina Petrova.

Klaus paused, taking a step back to inspect his madness. He hardly cared what was on the canvas, just a means to keep his hands busy and his mind focused elsewhere. The human he drained earlier hardly provided the much needed distraction. The mutt had a few days head start and it would most likely take him only a few days to get to him. No, Tyler Lockwood would not get off that easy. Lockwood had years of mental torment and running ahead of him. Anytime Tyler was fooled into thinking he had bested Klaus or settled down for a new life, Klaus would be there to rip it away from him. Just as his own father had done to him for 1,000 years. Klaus needed to send a clear message to him and any other of his enemies that might get the idea to defy him. You run and then you die, there were no other options. Klaus had no hybrids but at least there was still his Doppleganger. The wonderfully human Elena, protected and snuggled between the two Salvatore brothers. The only missing ingredient were the werewolves but they would be easy enough to sort out. I'm sure a few would go into hiding once they heard of the hybrid slaughter but nevertheless he would find them. Klaus always got what he wanted, when he wanted and were.

"You know, there are other colors in the rainbow less depressing, Nik. Maybe toss in a few others once in awhile." the youngest male Mikealson, Kol teased from Klaus's study doorway.

"Now is not the time Kol. I'm in no mood to entertain you. Why don't you go find Bekah and get under her skin awhile. " Klaus dismissed, not even bothering to look up at his brother.

Kol rolled his eyes and stepped forward, "If you ever bothered to stop brooding over your failed hybrid army and check your messages, you will see our dearest sister is down at The Grill being our new look out. Seems there is a new vampire in town and good mates with the Mystic Falls bunch. You know, the same bunch that tried to kill and desiccate you? The same ones that managed to kill our long lost brother Finn."

"I'm well aware Kol," Klaus muttered while glancing at his text message from Rebekah. "So what do you want with a baby vampire anyway? She can't be a real threat, most likely as old as the Salvatore's. Kill her and be done with it."

"I only assumed you would want a piece of the action as well. All that pent up rage can't be good for you. I wouldn't want you to snap and send a dagger through my heart. I'm having fun in this century and I'd like to stay in it. " Kol stated with a grimace, remembering the last time he was boxed up and put aside like an old antique.

Klaus finally looked over at his brother, pondering the thought. Maybe a little bloodshed could be the distraction he needed.

"Matt I can't believe your here. Actually, I can believe it, do you ever leave or do you sleep in the stockroom?" Caroline asked as she sat on a bar stool, leaning against her hand on the bar top. Rebakah was not so subtly watching her from the seat next to her.