To the afterlife and back

Tears and pain

Klaus's POV 

It's been three weeks since the argument. Hayley told the pack what happened and everyone hates Elijah. I do too. I know he is my brother, but what he has done is unforgivable. He can't say to Hayley that she shouldn't be a wolf but then allows me to be one. But the biggest thing that I will never forgive him for is what he said about Hope. If we weren't in the afterlife, I would have probably found a way to kill him. No one talks about my daughter like that and lives. 

Cami came over the day after it happened and tried to smooth things over. Elijah had told her what happened, and so she thought she could get me and Hayley to see reason and not overreact. Well, let's just say that one thing led to another and me and Cami are no longer a couple. The things Elijah said to Hayley. I can't think about it, otherwise, it makes me angry again, and I can't lose it now. 

Hayley stayed in bed the first three days, but after that, she was back to her usual self. Well, the best she could be. I heard her crying each night for the first two weeks. She lost the love of her life, so I mean, what do you expect. The first night after it happened was the worst. It wasn't as bad as when we had to give up Hope and pretend she was dead to save her; but it was close. 

Flashback 

I was in my room, trying to go to sleep. Hayley and I hadn't spoken much since I threw Elijah out. She just sat and stared at the floor. How could I help her? The love that she and my brother has is something I have never known, so how can I ease her pain? If I tried, all I would do is cause her more pain.  

I roll over, and try harder to fall asleep, when I hear crying. It's quite at first, but then it gets louder. Should I ignore it? She won't want me to be there when she is like this, The breakdown she had yesterday was a one off, but I'm sure me seeing her like that again will just embarrass her, and I don't want that. 

The crying goes on for another ten minutes, getting louder and heavier. I get out of my bed quietly and walk to Hayley's room. The door is slightly open anyway, so it doesn't make a noise when I open it further to walk in. I see Hayley laying on her side, facing the wall that is opiste me so she can't see me. Getting to the side of the bed, I move the duvet, before softly getting in and placing it over me. I then move closer to her, and wrap my arm around her, pulling her closer to me. She tries to move away, burying her head in her pillow. 

"Shh, it's ok. It's ok." I whisper. I pull her to me again, and this time she doesn't pull away. After a few minutes, she turns over and puts her head against my chest. She is still crying, but not as loud and not as heavy. "It's ok. I've got you love. I've got you." 

End of flahsback 

After that night, we haven't spoken about Elijah since. She knows I am there for her if she needs me, but with her being stubborn, I know she won't ask. Why does she have to be so stubborn? 

I'm stood at the hob, making scotch pancakes for me and Hayley, when she walks in. She doesn't say anything, but smiles and sets the table. During my time in the afterlife, we've got closer. I don't have to ask what she is thinking half the time anymore, I just know it, and it's the same for her. We just understand each other. 

When the pancakes are done, I place them on the table and we both tuck in. At first, the only sound is knives and forks on plates, but after a while, we start up a conversation. It's just one of those morning conversations people have, were they don't have to talk, but they do anyway. It's like we both want to make sure the other knows we aren't ignoring them, and at the same time, we need to talk to each other. It's hard to explain unless you are experiencing it. 

After we are done, Hayley clears the table and washes up; insisting she should do it, because I made the food. When she is nearly done, I walk into my room to grab my sketchpad and pencils. I open a new page, and sit down to strat a new sketch, when I hear screaming. I drop what I have in my hand, and run to where Hayley is. I see her lying on the ground, holding her stomach. I fall onto my knees next to her. 

"What's wrong? Hayley, what's wrong!" I shout over her screaming. That's when I feel a shooting pain go through my stomach. At first it is in tiny spurts, but then the pain builts, and I feel as if my stomach is being ripped into a thousand pieces. I yell out in pain next to Hayley, as I feel my head splitting. I fall onto my back, one hand on my head, the other on my stomach, as if I am trying to keep them in place so I don't explode. I sense someone running in when it all goes black, and I no longer feel, see or hear anything. 

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What seems like hours later 

Klaus's POV 

I sit up. "HAYLEY!" I scream. Looking around, I see Hayley sat up next to me, and relief floods through me. "Thank god. What the bloody hell was tha-"  

I stop when I see her looking shocked and confused. Turning my head, I realise that we are no longer in the cabin, but sat on the floor of the compound in New Orleans. I then see what Hayley is staring at. Who Hayley is staring at rather.  

"Hello brother."