Revival § Klaus Mikaelson

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Chapter 10: Thy Will Be Done

{D. K}

        Dakota sat the kitchen table, a newspaper in her hand and a slice of buttered toast and eggs on a plate before her. Brown straight locks of her hair was piled up in a messy bun, stray pieces falling down to caress her cheekbones and neck. Her face was void of any makeup. A white tank top covered her top while an old pair of Klaus' boxers was hanging loosely from her hips.

        Rebekah walked in, her brother following behind, their bickering starting. "I don't care about Marcel, Nik. I care about this plan to get our brother back, a plan you haven't explained yet."

        Dakota set the newspaper down, completely leaving the crossword unfinished. "Good morning, what's on the agenda for today? Mass murder? World domination?"

        "That was scheduled for tomorrow," Rebekah joked, pouring a glass of orange juice for herself and the brunette. "Today we're finding a way to get Elijah back. Last night I figured out how Marcel had such control over all of the witches. I knew where Elijah was, but that secret weapon just happens to be another witch who's incredibly powerful."

        "Powerful enough to wipe Rebekah's memory of the location of said witch and where they're keeping Elijah," Klaus sat down, resting booted feet up on the desk before him.

        Dakota leaned in the doorway, mildly annoyed at her hybrid. "Why'd you hand him over in the first place?"

        "To gain Marcel's trust. He needs to believe I'm on his side so he doesn't suspect anything when we take back my city."

        "Which brings me back to my first question. What's the plan?"

        Rebekah glanced at her brother, a sardonic smile forming on her features. "His genius plan in returning our brother is simply asking for Elijah back."

        There was a pause before Dakota processed the information and finally spoke. "I think you'd be better off with world domination. Marcel doesn't seem like the type to just give back his leverage."

"Obviously, me asking nicely isn't the whole plan. It's just the route I'd like to start with."

"What are you ending with?"

Klaus grinned, interlocking his fingers at the very thought. "War."

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Dakota waited to hear what had happened and when she found out—as expected— Klaus was denied of his request, a war would begin. "What are we going to do now?"

Rebekah had come out of the steaming bathroom, a towel around her body but her hair was done nicely along with her makeup. "You aren't doing anything other than staying out of the mess my brother created."

Brown eyes caught sight of the black dress Rebekah was preparing to put on. "You're going to a party tonight?"

"A Masquerade Gala Marcel planned for some charity event. Klaus is making his move to get Elijah back."

"Is that smart for him? He did just take part in tricking one of Marcel's most trusted men into killing one of his own." Dakota brought up Thierry, Marcel's right hand that Klaus had tricked into killing a vampire that was harming Thierry's girlfriend who coincidentally was a witch. To break Marcel's most absolute rule was punishable by death, but his special punishment was a hundred years spent in the Garden—a place under the mansion that was used to hold and starve vampires during their sentence. "Isn't that a big risk?"

Rebekah lifted a chunky black necklace, silently asking Dakota for help with the clasp. "No, there weren't any witnesses for anything except Thierry killing his own kind." The blonde checked the clocked and went down the stairs, putting on her heels as she went. "I'll call you when we're on our way home. Stay safe."

"You too."

Moments after Dakota had heard the sound of the car engine driving away she ran up the stairs and pulled out a red dress of her own, slipping it on and smiling at the way the fabric huffed tightly at her body. The front dipped low, showing ample amounts of cleavage. A halo braid was what became of her hair after figuring she didn't have much time to get ready. To complete the look, she opened Rebekah's trunk at the foot of her bed, taking out a lacy black mask and securing it to her face.

Finding the party was easy, the steady thrum of music could be heard from miles away but being there to feel the vibration through her body was better. "It's a black and white party," A handsome man dressed in a black and white suit told her, a dazzling smile on his well shaven face.

"Guess I didn't get the memo."

He grabbed her hand, placing a kiss on the top of it. "I'm Vincent, but my friends call me Vince."

"I'm Dakota."

"Well, Dakota, can I buy you a drink?"

Remembering her predicament, she politely declined coming up with a believable lie. "Not tonight. I'm designated driver."

"Then how about you accompany me to a dance." Vince placed a hand low on her back, leaning down to say the words in her ear to make sure she could hear him over the loud music.

"I don't believe we've met," Klaus stepped in wearing an all black suit, his hair was slicked back nicely but the tone of his voice proved that the altercation between the two would be anything but. "I'm Dakota'a boyfriend, and you are?"

"Klaus, this is Vince."

Blue eyes raked over the other man picking out his flaws without care of his feelings.

"Vincent," He corrected, not seeming effected by the hybrids blatant dislike for him."You should really keep an eye out on your girl. Someone that gorgeous could easily be snatched up."

Klaus gave him a quick upturn of his lips, not missing the subtle threat. "Duly noted."

Vincent looked back at Dakota, his eyes softening significantly as he took in the beautiful of the women in red. "I'll see you around."

"I wouldn't count on it."