For All My Love And Rage |Originals AU

7. In the Belly of the Beast

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As the swarm if unsired vampires descended upon him to take their revenge, Klaus Mikaelson only had one awful thought: "I won't be able to raise Hope." The words almost brought tears to his eyes. But as the vampires attacked and pain ran through his veins, Klaus forced his eyes to stay dry and his lips sealed. He would give the unsired traitors their revenge, but he would not give them the satisfaction of watching him beg for mercy.

Most of the vampires had brought cursed objects to the fight, weapons meant to bring him as much pain as possible. The wounds those cursed weapons left behind stole his strength slowly–Klaus was sure some of those objects might kill him, if the wounds were left untreated for long enough... He was not sure how much time "long enough" was, but he could tell however long it took for him to die from those wounds, would be a long and so very painful time...

His speech was too short, Klaus realized, far too late. It left too much time for the vampires to have their way with him... Still, Marcel would not kill him. Klaus knew he had talked him out of it... Or at least, he prayed he had.... But even then, Klaus could feel that his siblings' lives were no longer in his hands. Someone or something had saved them before Klaus could do it, before he could redeem himself with his sacrifice... The worst part, however, was that Klaus was so very sure such blessing, salvation, would not be granted to him...

When Marcel stepped forward, with Papa Tunde's blade in his hand, Klaus held his breath. He was sure his destiny was sealed and marked with pain.

Yet, once the swarm of vampires moved back, reading themselves for their final, deadly blow; a familiar presence swept into the fight. At this point, the great Niklaus Mikaelson was on his knees, shivering and grunting, almost choking on his own blood... When Klaus saw the face of someone he believed, and hoped, never to see again. The person who hated Klaus the most and the last person on Hell, Heaven and Earth who would ever want to save Niklaus Mikaelson's life. And yet, there he was. Mikael, the Destroyer, turning vampires inside out to save his bastard son's life.

Just before Marcel carved Papa Tunde's blade into Klaus' heart, Mikael held back his hand. He had killed almost all the vampires who had been stupid enough to stay and fight. He maimed the surviving vampires, leaving the ones who fled for another day, another hunt.

With no one to hold him on his knees, Klaus fell to the ground. The pain and curses in his wounds numbed his senses.

"Don't you dare." Marcel said, moving to stand between Klaus and Mikael. "I won't let you, of all people, be the one to finish him..." he scoffed, his eyes turning red. "I think killing you will be a great prelude to ending him..."

Mikael stood still, holding Marcel's icy gaze. His face was expressionless. With a quick movement, he threw a blue crystal, a sapphire, in Marcel's direction.

"What's this?" Marcel caught the crystal reluctantly, frowning as he glanced at it. "Was this your best weapon? A rock?" he scoffed, still unsure.