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Stas sighed as she slipped the silver bracelet on and off as she waited for her brothers to arrive. She hated lying, but she knew it had to be done if she were to protect herself and her family. Although lies stain and cover pureness, they also conceal the power of the pureness underneath. That pureness must be made a secret. And secrets must be locked away in order to keep out the unwanted lingerers.
While Stas fiddled with her accessory, Michelle sat, stiff as a board, staring at nothing. Her fear had consumed her mind, she was unsure as to how Niklaus would react to her appearance at such an occasion.
Suddenly, the door to the dining hall was slammed open, revealing Elijah and Klaus Mikaelson. Michelle immediately shot her eyes over to Niklaus, and he made eye contact with her. Stas also rapidly moved her eyes to the entrances, except she did not find who she was looking for— Rebekah, her confident since she was but a child.
"Where is Rebekah?" Stas asked. "Michelle?" Klaus growled. "Klaus..." Michelle breathed.
The three spoke at once, disabling the ability for anyone to make out what they were saying. Despite that, Klaus sped over to Michelle and pushed her small frame against the wall. "How dare you walk into my home after what you did!" Klaus exclaimed. Michelle flinched and kept her eyes shut.
Stas stood up and grasped Klaus' arms, prying him off of the small girl. "I invited her. You should have better manners for your guests." Stas rebuked.
"I apologize, sister. But you do not know of the things this woman has done—" Klaus began.
"I do. I was the one who sent her to you in the first place." Stas admitted.
Klaus narrowed his eyes. "You did what?" He grumbled.
"But that is in the past now, Niklaus! Sit, sit, I must have a lot to catch up on." Stas brushed the conversation off. Michelle cautiously gravitated back toward her chair, she sat down and peered at her blank dish for the rest of the time— too stunned to talk to anyone.
* * *
"It's been months, Elijah! I've adhered to our plan, sit and do nothing, sell our grief! And now my child is safely away and another full moon is upon us. Another night of pathetic weakness, as the moonlight rings steal my strength." Klaus shouted across the table, he was anxious to taste the blood of his enemies again after what they forced him to do for his child.
"The inertia is killing me. I need to act. I need to spill blood!" Klaus yelled.
"Well then, you better thank Miss Michelle Dubois here, for locating the last 12 rings created with your blood. I heard about your little incident with the wolves, Klaus, what a shame that you let inferiors run you over like that." Stas smiled, snootily. Klaus glanced over to Michelle and clenched his jaw.
"Then it's time—" Klaus began, his eyes crazed and wide.
"And none too soon. I'm concerned about Hayley." Elijah interrupted.
"Ah, Niklaus' infamous one-night-stand and Elijah's shakespearean love?" Stas giggled.
The brothers groaned and rolled their eyes. "She looks well enough." Klaus avoided Elijah's topic.
"She looks no better than you, brother. Now, if the two of you would treat each other as more than passing acquaintances—" Elijah began to suggest.
Klaus interrupted, returning the favor. "She had you to help her."
"Sadly, like the father of her child, she prefers to fight her demons alone." Elijah muttered.
