It only took them a few minutes to get to the townhouse and even less time to find out they were indeed at the right place.
"Father's car...", Rebekah pointed out. "They're here.""Ok." Elijah parked the car next to that car, turning around before getting out.
"Let's do this smart, ok? I'll go in first... father doesn't have any reasons to be mad at me. Klaus would only enrage him the moment he saw him. If Y/N is there, I will try to talk father into releasing her. You two...", he pointed to Klaus and Damon.. "Come after me, but don't show yourself until I don't manage to get what we want by talking. I don't think taunting father will get us what we want, which is Y/N. And you, little sister... I don't think I can talk you into staying in the car? No? Ok... stay behind Niklaus and Damon. I hope it'll be over in a few minutes...Klaus didn't like it very much... he was the one because of who this was all happening. But he was also afraid to face his father, afraid of what Mikael would say. Afraid of how he'd find you. Afraid of practically everything he would find in there. And he hated himself for it. He wanted to have the courage to storm in there and confront Mikael, but something in him just couldn't do it. Something in him was just too afraid. So that part of him was glad of the plan Elijah had proposed. It meant he didn't have to face Mikael. Yet.
Elijah left the car, waiting for the others to join him before he entered the townhouse. One door... through a kitchen that had recently been used where he gestured to the others to stay put and then through another door.
"Elijah...", Klaus could hear the surprised voice of Mikael. "You were the last one I had expected here.
"Why? You wanted Niklaus here to do to him as you did to her? Let her go, father. I can't believe you have sunk so low... hurting an innocent so you can get your revenge? I'm disappointed..."
There was some shuffling in the other room before Mikael answered.
"She was warned, Elijah. She could have walked away. She should have, seeing that she was siding with the murderer of your mother. She did not, with the full knowledge of what Klaus has done. Why would that make her any less innocent than him?"At those words, Klaus wanted to barge in, only held back by Damon who grabbed his arm.
"As much as I hate this, but I think your brother has more chance than any of us there, Klaus. Stay! For her!", Damon hissed, even when everything in him wanted to run through that door, knock down Mikael and end this whole nightmare.More shuffling, closer to the door this time, until that door opened, letting more light in. Damon and Klaus shrinked back from it. Mikaels appeared in the door opening, carrying a gun and smirking at the two.
"Well, well, well... we have more visitors. Kol!", he said sharply, turning back. Klaus and Damon heard Elijah yell out, and they both stepped forward towards the door where Mikael stepped aside to let them through.
"Please... Join us." The friendly tone contradicted the rest of the scene... the gun, the fight, the whole reason they were here. He gestured with his gun and Klaus and Damon obeyed, followed by Rebekah. Klaus seemed to have shrunk a few inches at the sight of his father and when he walked past the man, he bent his head, rather looking at the ground than at his father. When they came into the next room, Damon sucked in his breath. He didn't exactly know what he had expected, but not this... You were tied to a chair, Kol standing immediately behind you, his gun aimed at your temple.You trembled, feeling the cold steel against your head, seeing the people you loved most within Mikael's immediate reach and you groaned. You had hoped it wouldn't come to this. Seeing just Elijah had made you hope something could be done about all of this... He was the reasonable one, he was the one Mikael still wanted to talk to, but with Damon and Klaus?
"Please, Mikael... "
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Fighting Free
FanfictionKlaus Mikaelson has spent the last few years in prison, after being blamed for the death of his mother. Today is the day the prison doors open for him, and you are waiting for him to appear, nervous to finally meet the man you have gotten to know th...