US AGAINST THE WORLD ▹ KLAUS MIKAELSON

two; domestic bliss

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Elijah strutted into the old manor, vibrant baroque lamps illuminating his build as he passed through the foyer. He entered the living room just in time to see Rebekah aim a sliver of wood at a smug Klaus, who caught it with ease before it could embed itself in his neck. Hayley stared at the unfolding scene, a hand on her growing belly. Though only having been with the family for a few days, she was definitely used to the fighting by now.

"Children, please," Elijah interrupted, moving to stand between his two younger siblings. "What seems to be the matter?" he drawled sarcastically. By now, Elijah was the official mediator between the two; after all, they had been by each others side for the better part of a thousand years. Someone had to take charge.

"Our sister was just informing me that she requests I stop bringing my midnight snacks into our home," Klaus explained as he pouted, puffing out his bottom lip. "And I told her that the same could be said for her . . . midnight snacks," the hybrid continued and smirked. Rebekah glared at him before slowly walking away, picking up one of the various lamps and chucking it at Klaus's head.

Elijah sighed, pinching his thumb and index finger on the bridge of his nose. "Someone stake me."

"I second that," Hayley said.

"Whatever, Nik, but I'm not picking up your bloody corpses anymore," Rebekah exhaled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Little sister, I do not have time to argue about such nonsense. There are more important things to worry about . . . such as Elijah," Klaus responded, pivoting to face his brother, whose eyebrows raised at the mention of his name. "What seems to be on your mind, brother?" he asked as Elijah stared back at him with a blank expression.

"Well, now that you mention it, I do have some interesting news. Do you happen to remember the apartment building across from the compound?" Elijah asked, his hands in his navy suit pockets. 

"Of course, why?"

"It seems that someone has moved in. Her name is Marley."

Rebekah furrowed her eyebrows and took a seat on the couch. "Moved in? I thought Marcel compelled the landlord to keep the building vacant?" she asked. The old man that had owned the building was quite compliant with the Marcel's request, since compulsion is oh, so useful. Due to the fact that Marcel and his nightwalkers liked their space, having a neighbor wouldn't be the best of ideas. Since then, the two-story apartment had been completely empty - up until now, that is.

"Niklaus was hungry," Elijah sighed. "The former landlord's nephew took over, who is now apparently renting it out to the girl I met in the Quarter." After coincidentally meeting Marley, Elijah seemed to be slightly worried for her fate. He didn't know if Marcel would allow her to stay, or if he would have other plans in store for the girl. Marley seemed innocent enough. She didn't deserve to get caught up their mess.

"I don't know about you, Rebekah, but I quite like the idea of her staying there. Perhaps she'll bring over a few friends. I do get quite famished at night, and with Marcel's 'rules' snacking has been quite the chore," Klaus interjected, and Elijah sent him a pointed look telling him otherwise. The last thing New Orleans needed was more innocent deaths, and the ongoing supernatural war between witches, vampires and wolves had already brought about enough casualties.

"You are not to harm her, Niklaus. She's only just moved here," Elijah warned, to which Klaus' smirk dropped in disappointment.

"I wouldn't hold Klaus to that if I were you, Elijah," Hayley butted in.

"Sometimes you really are no fun," Klaus stated, walking over to pour himself a glass of whisky. 

"I agree with Elijah. Perhaps she'll grow on you, Nik. You do need a friend, after all. A little domestication never quite hurt a wild animal before," Rebekah sarcastically added as she stood up from the couch and walked upstairs. Klaus glared at her before rolling his eyes and downing the glass of alcohol. Deciding that he needed a break before he slaughtered his family, Klaus sped out of the mansion and into the droning city.