Helpful Hand (1)

Chapter 22

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All three of them were having brunch. Klaus was feeding off of a servant, Stiles was checking his phone for any updates on Elijah while Rebekah was just glaring at her brother as she sipped on her drink.

"Have you spoken to our good friend Marcel today?" Klaus asks as he pours the blood from the servant's wrist into his glass.

"No. Should I have?"

"He's been mysteriously silent, avoiding me, some might say. I thought, perhaps, he may have whispered reasons into your ear along with all of those sweet nothings." Klaus said as he let the servant leave.

"If I see him, I'll be sure to ask if he is still sore at you," Rebekah replies.

"Let me give a voice to that look in your eyes. 'My saintly, noble brother lies writhing in agony in a bayou, a victim of my bastard's brother's bite when just one or two drops of his blood would ease the pain." Klaus narrated his sister's thoughts.

"On the contrary, Nik. I am simply enjoying my Brekkie waiting for Elijah's healthy return." Rebekah stated and Klaus scoffed.

"Oh, come on, Rebekah. You have been giving me the devil's eye all morning. Out with it." Klaus demanded, tired of his sister's look.

"Perhaps I'm concerned that if I voice my opinion about what you did to Elijah, I will end up on the wrong side of your toxic hybrid teeth," Rebekah stated annoyed and Klaus slammed his left hand on the table.

"Poppycock. I would never bite you. Elijah made some very offensive accusations about my intentions towards my child. He deserved a day or two of discomfort. Besides, you already know my preferred method of punishment for your indiscretions is the dagger." Klaus responded and the room held clear tension in the air.

Rebekah stood up and said, "There's something fundamentally wrong with you."

She walked away and Stiles just sighed.

"Call Camille. I feel like it is a good time to start another session." Klaus said as he looked at the door his sister walked out from.

"No, I am taking on her role. It is obvious that you are using Rebekah to get to Marcel and not Cami. I want her away from this as much as possible." Stiles stated and Klaus just nodded his head.

They went to his Study and Stiles typed on the typewriter as Klaus started speaking.

"They have all forsaken me. My siblings are as deceitful and diseased as my parents ever were, accusing me of using my baby for my own gain, trusting others before their own blood." Klaus spat in venom.

"In this memoir, you are telling stories of your life, telling your pain, happiness, and sadness. But because you are currently running on some very high emotion, everything you have been telling has been the same. Your siblings are horrible and they deserve to be in as much pain as you are feeling right now. You compared them to your parents which is pretty surprising because you have used some very vial towards and how much you want them to pay for what they put you through. Do you believe that you have given them a reason to trust someone else that wasn't you? To believe that you would do something so horrible?" Stiles asked him as he stopped typing.

The room was silent and Stiles could see in Klaus' eyes that he was looking for a response. That he was trying to find the right words.

"All I have done since Elijah convinced me that I should keep my child is to try to win this battle of wills over Marcel's control of the Quarter to reclaim our home," Klaus responded and Stiles just sighed. He knew to get Klaus to admit his faults was going to be hard but Klaus needs to realize that the way he thinks could be how his child might think as she grows older. He doubts that Klaus wants his child to live with that constant paranoia that he does every second of every day.

"You didn't answer my question. You just found another way to blame them. You have this paranoia running through your mind, rightfully so since you have made many enemies in the last 1000 years but you think everyone you meet or know is plotting against you in some way or another. I doubt you trust your own reflection." Stiles tells Klaus in deep thought.

"I wish I had those daggers." Klaus mumbles.

"Why? So you could rid them for what, decades maybe centuries. Repeat this destructive cycle over and over again. What are you gonna tell your child when she starts asking questions. 'Dad, why are uncle and auntie always asleep?' Or are you gonna be the one who lets her put the dagger in them when you decided they were being uncooperative? It feels like all of you guys don't hesitate to yell at each other and blame everything. What's it gonna take you guys to just get together and talk everything out without having to use violence or one-up each other about who's life experiences are more fucked up?" Stiles rants and Klaus looks a little stunned.

"Don't you dare say that about my child. I would never allow her to do that." Klaus seethed.

"I don't know about that anymore. I haven't been here very long, I haven't known you or Elijah, and Rebekah very long but you guys are the most dysfunctional family ever. At the end of the day, your child will suffer from all of your indiscretions. Every mistake and enemy that your family is made will fall onto her shoulders. I am not asking you to be the man that gives back to the homeless or rescue a kitten from a tree. I want you to see that your paranoia levels are sky-high and you need to lower them. Stop pushing away everybody and let at least your family in. Be the man you want your child looks up too, to feel happy when she is close to you and not fear or else you are gonna lose her too." Stiles ranted on and on.

"Why do you care, in the end, this all turns to complete and utter shit. One of us is going to do something wrong and it's gonna be the end. Maybe now is the best time for us to end." Klaus said and Stiles scoffed.

"Really, I have defended you against your siblings. I could have stayed quiet but I knew you were better than the facade you display. The man I was willing to give a chance showed up every time I saw you starting to care about your child, your home, even me. You want to end this right here then fine, I respect your decision. I won't force you to do anything. I'll be out in the bayou. Call if something happens." Stiles said before he walked out of the room.

He knew that being with Klaus Mikaelson was hard, that there was going to be stressful moments, more so than others but he knew better than to force it. It wouldn't do either of them any good.