The Enigma: A Klaus Mikaelson Love Story {1}

Chapter 5: For Better or For Worse

"You know one of these days, I'm going to meet someone from the past and they'll remember me." I muttered bitterly.

I had compelled Stefan to remember and had them catch me up on everything that was going on. It appears my husband wanted no one to have any recollection of me, the bastard.

"Despite you and Rebekah being involved the whole time I knew you, Niklaus still insisted on keeping me out of your mind" I grumbled to Stefan.

"How romantic! It's a story for the ages" Damon said sarcastically. If not for my need of a favour from him, this conversation could've gone very differently.

"My question still stands you know, am I allowed to stay here or not? I'm growing restless boys"

Damon stood up to me, sizing me up.

"That depends, who's side are you on?" He asked me sternly.

"I have no interest in my husband's games Damon, I have no side. I am on the side of my own. Also known as the winning side. Now I'm going to put my bags down in my room." I said walking to my car.

"I never said you could stay." Damon hollered as I went to get my bags.

"You know me better than that love. I wasn't really asking."

"Goodnight all". I came back into the house lugging my bags, typical of them not to help me, and with that I went to bed. It may have been a long time since I was in Mystic Falls but it hadn't changed even a little bit. For better or for worse. Most likely worse.

~Klaus POV~

Klaus sat down at his long brown table, intricately laid out with place mats and cutlery for people that would never use it. He poured himself a glass of rum, her favourite, he mused.

It was at that moment that Klaus had realised just how lonely he was. He had put his family in coffins, desiccated them and left them lifeless. Ironically, it was this that had put the final nail in his own coffin, the loss of his wife, Fiore, his fairy-tale ending.

"It wasn't my fault" he muttered to himself. "It was Mikael's fault. He did that to me. HE DID THAT TO US" He was screaming now, flipping over the table and throwing his glass at the wall. He had told himself this an innumerable amount of times to justify his actions.

He continued to destroy his house, shredding curtains and breaking tables. Klaus was so engrossed in his fit of rage he had paid no mind to the person that had entered his home.

"Why Niklaus your behaviour is almost as if one of your siblings had left you locked in a box." Elijah spoke coolly to his brother. His dapper blue suit remained immaculate despite his condition and his dark brown hair was still prim and proper.

"Elijah" Klaus whispered turning to his brother in shock. He had daggered him and put him in a coffin. He shouldn't be here.

"Surprised to see me dear brother?" Klaus scoffed at his elder brother's uncanny ability to remain poised in all situations.

"Yes, I don't understand why you are not laying in a box with all the rest of the family, after all I do like to keep my promises." Klaus said, a wide smirk plastered on his face.

Elijah laughed at his remark putting Klaus on edge, that was unlike Elijah, but before Klaus had even had the time to process his confusion, he was pinned against the wall by Elijah.

"I should kill you Niklaus. It would be in the best interest of the family if you were dead." Elijah told Klaus, still remaining calm and collected.

"And we all know how much you care for family." Klaus spat back at him.

"You remain inhospitable to the bitter end. But I'm curious"