June BL Drabble, Feat Armani

Death in His Eyes

Rembrandt/ 1593610

It was simple to him. Betrayal by those he cared about the most invoked his most primal rage. No one was closer to him than Rebekah and Elijah. Having Rebekah’s betrayal revealed by Genevieve was even more hurtful to him. For nearly a century he’d lived under the assumption that Mikael had just found them by chance driving them from their home of two centuries. Klaus had played it so careful. He’d been on top of all the latest news of Mikael’s whereabouts with a vigilant eye. Then to suddenly have him show up the night of the Opera in 1919 had always left him with questions. Now those questions had answers.

Hayley was close to delivering his child. Soon he’d be a father to his own little wolf who would be completely dependent upon him. He couldn’t allow anyone, not even his sister to hurt him or to allow anything to happen to his child. Klaus, Rebekah and Elijah had been subject to a boundary spell by the witches of New Orleans keeping them in Lafayette Cemetery. That was fine by Klaus. He had the White Oak Stake. Rebekah would die tonight. He started to stalk the cemetery looking for his sister. Payment was due and he intended to collect.

Within the maze of the cemetery, Rebekah ran as far and as she could. She reached an outer wall seeing freedom just within her grasp. Rebekah sped for the wall but was stopped short. A boundary spell kept her locked in with her brothers. For a choice she’d made nearly 100 years ago, she was about to die. Rebekah was absolutely terrified.

She’d seen how ruthless he could be when faced with betrayal. He had been relentless and brutal. There was usually nothing left of those who betrayed Klaus Mikaelson. She couldn’t let this happen. Self preservation took ahold of her and a desperate plea to their brother Elijah came as he found her first in her escape attempt. “Don’t let him kill me Elijah! It was a terrible mistake! Please Elijah!”

Elijah Mikaelson was standing behind Rebekah holding her firmly as he felt her knees buckle. “Stay hidden Rebekah. No one is going to die tonight.” He released her and took off into the heart of the cemetery.

Tucked inside his jacket, The Original Hybrid was indeed on the hunt. He stepped with deliberate purpose and a snarl on his lips. “REBEKAH!!” His voice echoed through the Cemetery. His senses were heightened and the frightening mask of the Original Hybrid with darkened optics highlighted by the veins showing through the skin. “REBEKAH!!!!” He came around the corner right into the Noble Stag himself.

“Niklaus. Think of what you’re doing. The anger and the rage you’re feeling is over something that happened nearly a century ago.” Elijah Mikaelson had always been a voice of reason to his brother. Klaus had not always listened to his brother. He’d even daggered Elijah as recently as a few months ago as a /good will/ gesture to Marcel. “Niklaus?”

Klaus’ anger and rage were still violently evident. He finally growled in his reply to his brother. “ENOUGH!” Klaus waved his hand in front of his brother. “All because our sister couldn’t stand me, she arranged to bring Mikael here to New Orleans to kill me Elijah! What are you going to do Brother? You're either with me, or against me .”

“I am not against you Brother. I will not allow you to kill our sister!” Elijah’s own eyes grew a dark onyx as he was protective over Rebekah. His fangs were bared. It was not uncommon for the brothers to fight. The older Mikaelson began to charge his brother. Klaus met his brother charging at him with unquenchable anger. The fight was on and it was loud.

While her brothers were loudly arguing in the middle of the Cemetery, The female Original Vampire tried to make her way toward the gates to get away from her brother. Klaus’ rage was notorious. She’d seen it more times than she cared to admit over the years. He’d daggered her multiple times in her life when he was angry, but this time the look in his eyes was more intense. His anger brought fear to her very soul. He wasn’t going to stop until she was dead. The shouting stopped. Klaus was on the hunt and she was the prey.

Klaus’ voice echoed once more with a wounded growl. Elijah wasn’t dead. Klaus had no death wish for his brother. It was Rebekah’s turn to die. Extended digits wrapped around the length of the White Oak Stake. He held it firmly in his hand. His lip was bloodied, his hair was disheveled and his fangs were still bared. “Come on Little Sister. Let’s have a little chat.” He spat the word out as he made that turn toward the front gate.

Rebekah cowered by the gate. Klaus had just spotted her there. Ferocity made his steps pick up as he honed in on his baby sister. Her eyes were a dark onyx on their own. She turned to face her would be executioner when the voice of reason echoed back in her direction. “Niiiikkklausss!” It was Elijah with a torn suit jacket and no tie. He looked as though he had been in a fight.

Klaus turned toward Elijah. Over his brother’s shoulder Klaus saw the first rays of the morning light. Behind him he heard the gate open and the rush of wind as Rebekah left the cemetery with her full vampire speed. Klaus glared at his brother. “This is not over Elijah. Remember that.” Klaus himself disappeared with all the speed of Original Hybrid possessed.