The light shines brightly, creating rays of light that hit against my eyes, causing me to squint whilst my eyes adjust to the light. I bring my hand to my forehead, dispelling a line of sweat, rubbing it, like a lady, down my navy blue jeans. The weather is hot, but to hot to be comforting.

I stare around me, turning in circles to take in every angle of the view. I'm in a meadow, nothing to it, completely alone.

"Klaus!" I call out, but receive no answer.

"Elijah!" I call out, with the same results.

Muttering curses under my breath, I walk in the direction of trees... You can't get any loster than lost. I flinch as my feet make contact with the moist leaves, littering the ground. The air more welcome as the shade from the trees blocks the sun. For support, knowing already that my clumsy legs will force me to trip, I grip the bark of a tree, pulling it away immediately, a warm liquid painting my hand.

I narrow my eyes, trying to see it with the lack of light. The air gets stuck in my throat upon realisation of what it is.

My eyes snap open as I pant heavily, a restraint on my waist stopping my body from snapping me up also. I turn to my side, the darkness in the room not t all helping with my situation. I panic, only calming down when I feel the familiar electric in my neck from lips pressing softly against it.

"Shhh." He calms me, continuing the loving action.

"It's just a bad dream.Just a bad dream." He coos, massaging my neck with his lips until sleep hits me once again...

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Being in the previous Mikaelson mansion is not weird, it has become normal to me, switching between mansions, one after the other.

"Are you watching this, Mother? Nothing says "I loathe you" quite like desecrating a corpse!"Klaus yells into the air, a lighter in one hand and my hand in the other. I stare at my other hand uncomfortably, the image of red blood on it flashing in and out of my head, working at my nerves.

" Niklaus!" The noble Mikaelson calls out, halting Klaus from burning the coffin.

Klaus turns around, myself turning with him, Elijah's body coming into sight as he hurries towards the plantation.

"You seem troubled. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were worried." Elijah says, his tone calm as he stands before us.

" What has she done to you?" Klaus asks with a sigh, pausing before adding on, "She's done something to Evie's mind as well."

I scoff, readying myself to argue, but he shushes me instantly, "Don't bother lying, I've noticed how you keep staring at your hand as if it is the most repulsive thing you've ever seen." My eyes widen... I thought I was being discreet. Stupid, attention paying, over-reactive hybrid.

"She wants to talk. Perhaps we should listen?" Elijah says, running his fingers across the piano keys next to him.

" ENOUGH!" Klaus shouts, furious as Elijah vanishes into thin air, disapperating...

"The petty illusions, Esther! Where is Elijah?" Klaus snaps.

"He's preoccupied at the moment. I'm helping him find his way. But, not to worry, I'll return him to you. All I ask is that you hear me out. And as for your wife, that is a mystery- even to me..."

"You're lying." Klaus snaps, his voice calmer than before but still accusing. Esther merely shakes her head, a 'sad' look flooding her features.

"Please hear me out." Esther continues, desperate as Klaus grips my hand tighter, as i protecting me from anything that Esther's gaze may inflict. His protectiveness is cute.

"You expect me to sit through a sermon of your lies?" Klaus asks, incredulously,his tone making Esther sound stupid. Which she is to cross paths with the likes of Niklaus.

" I have lied in the past, to my shame. But, I'm going to tell you the truth. I'm in the process of making Elijah into the man he was meant to be. And, I intend to do the same for you." I sigh... Stupid crazy women of the 10th century.

21st century Mothers...

"Get your ass down here now! Don't make me confiscate your phone."

"It's like I'm talking to a brick wall."

"Is it that hard to clean up after yourself?"

10th century Mothers.

"Sorry that I tried to kill you son, how about a dinner party? You know I love you..."

...

Don't know which one I prefer.

"You can hardly decide the man your son becomes." I say like a wise guru, " They decide that for themselves."

"This plantation, ruined by fire. How sad, not to mention symbolic. After all, you never intended to build a true home here. Even as Evie carried your child,"Klaus snorts," as Rebekah and Elijah sought to defend you, your thoughts were focused on only your conquest of the Quarter. Tell me, how did that go?" She says, ignoring me as I tried to reason with her.

" I'm sorry. Is this some sort of motherly critique? Please feel free to choke on it." Klaus spits viciously, towing me closer to him, removing his hold on my hand to around my waist. I'm probably the only person that has ever seem the resemblance between Klaus and a bunny.

" I mention your failures only to make a point, my dear. You've endured several lifetimes of misery, never mind the suffering you've caused others, even to your own blood. You yourself remain trapped in a perpetual state of despair. I have come to offer you a means to escape that cycle." She says, next to me, I feel Klaus's body grow hotter with anger.

"Despair?" He questions as if the word is foreign to him."How could I be in despair when I wake up to this loser every morning?" I smile, deciding now is not the time to dwell on the nick name... However, it will not go forgotten.

"And that's about all the hypocrisy I can take. I suggest you give me my brother before I get angry."Klaus says, pulling my body to turn around with him, still holding me impossibly close.

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" A thousand years ago, in a fit of rage, you wrapped your bare hands around my neck and squeezed until I died. Do you even remember why?" Esther asks him, after the whole Mikael convo drama is out of the way.

I raise my hand in the air, just like a child in primary school.

"Is it because he has serious anger issues that needs special attention? Did you make him eat his veggies?" The woman, very rudely and ignorantly, ignores me.

"Let's see... You turned us all into monsters. You cursed me, denied me of my hybrid nature. You lied to me about my father--" Klaus says, listing each factor off on his fingers.

"It's that one above all. You killed me because I kept you from ever knowing your true father." Esther says, interrupting him, did women of the 10th century have no manners?

" My hatred for you runs so deep, it's difficult to pinpoint it's origin. Maybe I hate that I'm the product of a whore's lechery?" Klaus says, resting his feet on my lap, clearly making Esther uncomfortable. I snort at the thought of it.

" Watch your mouth! You will do well to remember that you are still my son!" She snaps, speaking as if either of us really cares.

" You judge me evil, yet it was your lust that made me what I am." Klaus snaps as I, against my own free will, rub his feet, in the hopes it will calm him down the slightest bit. Thankfully it does, and thankfully, he is wearing socks.

" And not once have I ever regretted the love I had for your father."

"Player." I mutter quietly as she frowns in confusion.

" And, you have never known the truth of how that love came to be, or what happened in the months after Mikael and I lost your sister Freya to the plague. There are no words for the loss of a child, as you well know."

My eyes widen as I struggle to hold back tears, Klaus's eyes a mirror of my own as he sits up, his oh so casual position disappearing immediately.

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"A family built on secrets and lies" Klaus says, cradling me close to him, knowing that I am still emotional, though it should be him that is breaking after this- eye opening speech with his Mother.

"Oh, you were my secret joy! And, to protect your secret, I denied you a life with your father. But, what if I could make up for all that? By curing you of this sickness that's infected your soul? Whereas I put Kol and Finn into the bodies of a witch, you I shall place into the body of a werewolf! So you can live out your days as what you were always meant to be!" Esther says... Her plan sounds like crap.

"I am not sexually satisfying you, some randomers body. That could give STD." I say, shuddering.

Klaus smiles at me appreciatively, as if that point is the answer to all of his questions.

"There you have it Mother, your answer, Evie can't be close to disease. they don't work well together. Well-" He pauses, smirking," Evie does not work well with people in general.

"With mortality, you could start over. You could have a family of your own. Happiness, peace, all the things you have long been denied? Your 'wife' is just a fling." She says, pushing Klaus infinitely above his edge,

"ENOUGH! Tell me where Elijah is, or I will kill you, in this body or any other you choose to jump into from now to bloody Armageddon." He yells... My man.... Bet Elena's Salvatore's can't scare off the haters like that.

" I had hoped there was some part of you that yearned for an end to your vicious ways!"

"Vicious ways," He scoffs," You called MY Evie a fling!" The Salvatore's aren't very possessive either, since they seem to share Elena around.

" But, if you are determined to perpetuate the cycles of the violence to which you have become accustomed? Well, then, I'll have to accommodate you." She continues, pretending that she didn't hear him.

She moves her hand, snapping Klaus's neck with her mind before turning to look at me...

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