Revival § Klaus Mikaelson

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This isn't edited at all, so any errors are purely there because of my neglect but I'll come back later and fix it.

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Chapter 31: Friend or Foe

{D. K}

       "You're doing what?" Dakota barked over the phone, swatting away the vampire who attempted to keep her from going up the stairs that held her injured boyfriend and his brother. "Elijah, he was supposed to solve the witch problem."

       "He didn't quite get that far."

       Rounding the corner, she saw the older Mikaelson leaning over the bed, his suit jacket laid in the end. "Apparently, neither did you. What happened?"

       "Niklaus was going to stab Rebekah with the very blade in his chest," Elijah cut a line down Klaus' stomach, pushing his band inside to retrieve it. "I thought you might help talk him down from murdering his baby sister."

       Dakota moved around him, grabbing a basin filled with water and pressed the damp cloth on Klaus' forehead and neck. "They were starting to get along, what changed?"

       Elijah went quiet, using a handkerchief to wipe his brothers blood from his hands. "Rebekah is the one who brung our father back to New Orleans in 1919. She wished to be with Marcel and by time Niklaus gave them his blessing, Mikael had already been contacted."

       "And he's the one who deserve being stabbed in the chest?"

       "It wasn't the initial plan," He admitted, sliding the jacket back over her shoulders. "—I admit I was relieving myself of some anger when I did so."

       Dakota took in Klaus' fragile state, her hands combing through his hair. "I should kill you for this," It was a empty threat, and both of them knew that Dakota valued the small family she had too much to end their lives.

"Later," Elijah proposed. "For now, I must find Celeste. Keep him here."

Dakota wasn't able to get another word out before the Original had sped from the house to find the witch he'd once been in love with.

Brown eyes glanced down and were met with blue ones that were already staring. "You okay?"

"I think my karma's catching up to me," Klaus admitted weakly, his voice raspy and dry. Dakota offered him a blood bag she'd taken from the nightstand. "Right when I think I can move on from past regrets and trust my family again, I'm given more reasons to do the opposite. I'm trying and my efforts are being thrown back into my face."

"Klaus—"

"They're on the run, you know, but they won't make it far."

The brunette brushed her fingers through his curly hair that was slightly damp with his sweat, he was weak but the blood he was consuming was slowly nursing him back to health. "You're not in the best condition to go on a wild goose chase for your little sister and her lover."

"I won't need to," Klaus moved over, resting his head in her lap, his eyes fluttering shut when she continued her soothing motions in his curly locks. His hands rested crossed at his stomach, the thought of betrayal making him antsy. "They'll find s witch to put a cloaking spell on them to make it hard for me to track them, then instead of hiding someone far away they'll be somewhere right under my nose."

"You say this like you already know where they're going."

His eyes opened, deadly serious as he spoke his next words. "I do. They're going home"

Dakota let out a breath of air, flicking the empty blood bag to the floor so it wouldn't stain the sheets. She lifted Klaus' shirt slightly, checking the healing to see the wound slowly stitching itself up. His incision was jagged and very deep seeing as he was cut into twice witch hands being shoved into his body. "What did they do to you up there?"

"They took me to an old clinic they had for people with the epidemic. I was unconscious for the majority of the time, but I remember the pain. It was like my skin was on fire and I could see the water but I couldn't move to get it." Seeing her expression, Klaus grinned. "Nothing I couldn't handle, of course. Except the dreadful witch who was all too eager to put her witchy fingers on me."

Dakota cracked a smile although the words of his pain still swam through her mind. "That's understandable. I, myself find it hard to keep my hands off of you sometimes."

Klaus sat up, leaning close to press a kiss to her lips. He was recovering faster now, the blood bringing his body back to life. "I admit, I enjoy your touch much better."

All movements were still when Klaus saw Dakota flinch, her hand lifting up to gently tap at her stomach. "The baby's kicking and she definitely isn't holding back."

"She's a fighter," Klaus smiles widely as his hand was placed against her belly, the unusual feeling of feet poking and rolling against his palm. "—just like her mom."

"Like her family," She corrected. "Klaus, our daughter needs a family and she won't have one if you keep killing each other."

Just like that, the happy moment was ended. Klaus' anger was back and his hands itched for blood which was why he pulled them far away from Dakota's belly. "Don't you understand? Rebekah is the reason I had to leave this place—we were our happiest here and she had to ruin it because she couldn't handle the word no."

"I understand perfectly and while you have reason to be angry, no amount of anger is enough to lead to murder."

"I'm a hybrid, the urge to kill is coded in my DNA. We kill, it's what we do. If we're angry, we kill. If we're happy, we kill. We kill simply because we can."

Dakota lifted from the bed, her hands resting on her hips. "Not our family, that's all we have."

"We kill our enemies no matter who they are."

"You won't kill her, Klaus. She's your sister, you'll be so overtaken with guilt and self-hatred if you follow through with this and kill her, I'm sure of it."

Klaus threw one of his small statues on the floor, the simple white clay broken. "I've lived with guilt and self-hatred for over a thousand years, what's another hundred?"

In the rubble was a white oak stake, the same one used by Alaric Saltzman to kill the originals when they were in Mystic Falls a year and a half prior. "You're going to regret this, Klaus."

"I doubt it."