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Saignée

Disappointment.

That was something that he couldn't help but feel when it came to Klaus sometimes, having thought that he would have changed with the notion of his newborn child to be coming into the world soon, how the mother of his child grows bigger with each passing day with a blessing he had wanted for himself. But with the news of him telling Marcel, with his ultimatum to Davina, how he had twisted and wielded everything to his desire, he couldn't help but wonder if he was beyond saving, if he was beyond the help that could definitely turn him into something that people could feel sympathy for.

The argument started off the same as it always did, Klaus claiming he did it for his family, him yelling as if screaming would get the point across and Elijah had stood there, almost completely stoic as his brother threw around his rage as if he couldn't control himself. And the moment he had brought up what he had done to Davina, what he had told Marcel, there seemed to be a crack in his mask and the anger seeped through.

' I promised I would protect her. Are you that foolish to cause me to break my word to her? '

Anyone knew that Elijah was a man of his word, a man of honor. A man who had held such high nobility. But everyone who had actually known him, knew that it was all a facade, Elijah might have held his word but it was for the fact that underneath it all he was a monster, an actually blood sucking monster who had slaughtered many before he had reinvented himself. And in that moment he had felt it rise, a tugging on his chest and he wanted to jump at his brother, but he holds himself contained. Unmoving, stoic once again.

But it's too late, Klaus already saw the shields fall and he begins to poke, begins to prod. Threatening to torture, how to get the little witch to do his bidding, how he would do whatever it took to get her on his side, and he wouldn't stop until it had happened, even if it had resulted in her death. With that he seemed to crack, lurching forwards, his hand was around the Hybrids throat, squeezing, but no matter how much pressure was put, he still seemed to laugh.

Without much thought his other hand had shoved itself into his chest cavity, his hand wrapped around his heart as anger seemed to fuel him, to lead him and he has to take a beat to not rip it out even though his brother would heal. Even though the lack of a heart would leave him incapacitated for a little but until it had grown back. His fingers had squeezed, and blood trickled from his brothers mouth, a satisfied feeling flooding through him as he coughed, hearing his name come out in a strangled sense, as if he couldn't breathe. Pulling his hand out of his chest he had pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and started to clean off his hand that had been covered in blood .

The anger that had been lingering in Klaus had sparked into a full on rage, veins protruding under his eyes as yellow iris' flared, and teeth bared, he sunk them into his neck. He hadn't been thinking, but the moment that it had happened, he had felt no remorse. No, anyone who had hurt him, anyone who would make him feel less than what he truly was, a KING, would suffer at his hands. Even if it was his brother, and sure he could always put the dagger in his chest, but to watch him suffer as the wolf bite coursed through him, not killing him, was enough pleasure than he could imagine.

The bite had been somewhat of a surprise, unexpecting of it for he had never thought his brother would bite him, but people had changed in the time of war. The pain was unbearable as he felt the venom course through him, and he had been left alone. Nobody there to aid him as he felt the sweat begin to bead on his forehead, knees pressed hard into the dirt underneath him as his hand moved to the bite, his composure down for a moment before he had regained his thoughts and retreated to his room, hope that the bite would course through him without any casualties.

***

It wasn't like Davina to sit around and do nothing when there was a war raging outside, to sit on Camis couch with a blanket pulled around her and a mug of hot chocolate in her hands. But with the world falling apart underneath her, she needed to know that she was safe somewhere. She had been alone, Cami having been called by Klaus to help him with something, probably more of his memoir writing and she had been sitting alone when something surged through her. Something felt wrong and it was like a pull in her chest that caused a coughing fit. It felt like it was normal, so she just ignored it and continued with her pity party she had thrown for herself on the couch.

But as time went on the feeling got a bit stronger, and she had been urged to pick up her phone, immediately prompted to call Elijah and she had found herself shocked but also enraged by the things that she had felt in that moment. His voice, it sounded estranged, but he also sounded like he was in immense pain, and on top of it all he had called out a name that she hadn't heard before . Tatia. She knew something was wrong, but she didn't know what, and his choked back words and the way he sounded had urged her to move, to get up and get to the abattoir.

***

When she had arrived the scene was silent, calm and she hadn't expected to see the place in flames, but she had expected some sort of action to have been taking place. But soon the silence was broken by Camilles shouting, not like she was in pain, but as if she was angry at someone, at something and she had one guess to figure out who it was, and it was Klaus. She had stormed out and down the stairs, Davina's ceruleans not leaving her as she watched Klaus follow her down with an amused smirk, obviously enjoying her anger that she had displayed. ' He threatened me, so I bit him. What is the big deal? He sweats a bit, he reminisces about dead ex girlfriends and he's better. '

Camille didn't have the time to respond before they had realized that Davina was there, and her expression was of calmness and anger at the same time, and she had felt something boiling inside of her when she had looked at Klaus. The way he had twisted and manipulated everything within his grasp to obtain whatever he had wanted whenever he did, and something snapped inside of her. Hand moved, shifting into a squeezing motion and he had come to his knees, screaming in pain. And there was something about his screams that had fueled some sort of enjoyment in her. But then Cami was at her side, begging her to stop, to not hurt him like he had hurt her or Elijah. That she was better than him.

She didn't want to stop though, he wanted to continue hearing his screams, watching as his wolf form had started to show and she smirked in amusement as she drops him on the ground, turning to Camille. ' He has threatened everyone I love, and I am not going to allow him to do it again. ' Her gaze fell back upon him, a laugh coming through choked back coughs as if he had found it most amusing of what she had done to him.

' So much power in such a small form. I wonder what is going to happen when you can't handle it anymore. '

***

Marcel had found himself in the compound, making his way towards Elijahs room, watching as there was an obvious after effect of the bite, but he had been almost completely healed and he needed his help. Davina was in too deep when it came to Klaus, her want to see him dead was a bit much and would soon prompt him to make a claim for her life and Marcel didn't want to see that, and if Elijahs alliance with her was as honorable as he was told, he wouldn't have wanted to see that either.

So he had moved to his room, knocking once before stepping in, chin held high as if to not show that he was still wounded by losing his men and his position in power, but he needed him and he didn't know how to ask without sounded like a wounded puppy.

' Davina is in trouble with your brother, and we need to figure out a way to protect her. '

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