Enigmatic Fears: A Klaus Mikaelson Story {7}

Chapter 49: I Want To Be Better

~Kol POV~

"Ominous weather." Elijah said as he closed the blinds.

"It's an indication of what's actually happening in New Orleans." Kol told him. "Grace and Klaus are in the same city. The resulting consequence is leaking into this reality."

Kol unlocked the box he had brought with him of Elijah's belongings and his older brother joined him to sift through it.

"This might jog your memory." Kol told him. "This is all the junk you deemed as worthy of preserving."

Elijah picked up a handkerchief with his initials but saw nothing that reminded him of his past. "Ring any bells?"

"You know, Klaus came to visit me at my bar in France." Elijah began. "Rebekah too. You didn't."

"You and I have never really had that much in common besides our dashing good looks." Kol said in response. "And then there's the fact that you and Freya more or less murdered my wife so..."

Elijah looked back at him in shock and horror as he got to his feet, but Kol was only focused on the journals in his hand.

"Those might contain something about what represents you." Kol told him before walking away.

"Wait." Elijah called out. "Did I ever apologise to you for what I did?"

"In your peculiar way, I suppose." Kol answered with a shrug. "What matters is that I got her back... Not everybody's so lucky."

~Klaus POV~

Klaus stood in front of his family crest and sighed upon seeing it. Immediately, the only thought that he could even think of was Hayley. And when he had first brought her there.

"This is your family's house?" She asked as the two walked in together. She took notice of the dead corpses who only consisted of a charred remain from then on. "What happened?"

"A battle obviously." Klaus answered bitterly. "I won. They lost. And the world is right again. Go find a bedroom. Preferably one that hasn't been contaminated by Marcel's miscreant pests."

"I'm not staying here." She told him. "This isn't a home. It's a warzone."

"You see that crest?" Klaus asked her as he pointed to it. "My heir belongs here. What you want is of no consequence."

"Klaus, I can be your hostage. Or we can try and be better than that." She told him. "I have literally just woken up from being mind-tortured by your wife. Our baby killed me in the end. I don't want that and if you act like this every time you're upset, our kid is gonna hate you and kill you. I get it, you miss Fiore and I'm sorry for the part I had to play in what happened to you two. But taking it out on me, isn't gonna get her back. Proving to her that you're sorry, and that you can change...might. I want to be better. For our child. Because I have to have him, then I at least want him to be safe."

"I'll have someone clean this up." Klaus began, genuinely moved by her words. "And you can take the room next to Kol's. It's the coldest room you're gonna get here."

"Klaus!" Hayley said as he attempted to disappear. "I need to know that this baby means something to you. Because I'm not completely sure that it means something to me. But I think he can. If I believe he means something to you. I want to believe in you." She nervously rubbed her bump with a sigh. "Don't let us down."

As Klaus returned to the present, he glared at the crest and picked up a hammer, before smashing the crest to pieces.

"Hey, hey, hey, I think you got it." Fiore said as she rushed to his side to comfort him, his sisters close behind. "There's no key in there."