I miss Klaroline and writing —so here’s a little something on how I would’ve ended The Originals.
I never really got into The Originals so some stuff may be off [aka the dealing of The Hollow] so woops.
He walked slowly through his city, drinking in every last sight of it. Taking time to remember his life. His long, glorious, psychotic life.
“It has to end. Enough.” He thought.
He had snuck away from his family. Looked back one last time at each of their faces. At hers. One last look and then he vamped off into the night.
There were no other options, but there was this. The one thing he could do to set things right and make the sacrifice play no one thought he was capable of.
Part of him tightened and fought back. Not being there to protect her. Watch her grow. Love her. His Hope.
A tear began to form and he wiped it away. What was he doing? He already made his decision.
“I am Niklaus Mikealson!” He roared into the darkness. He crumpled onto a nearby bench, hung his head and whispered, “this is penance, this is what must be done.”
A voice cut through the night.
“Well, that was dramatic.”
“What are you doing here, brother?” Klaus asked.
Elijah was silent, looking at him.
Klaus grew frustrated, “did you come here for a show? Front row seat? Did you not think I had the stomach for it? Come to ensure I finished the job?”
Klaus bristled at the thought that his brother saw his hesitation.
“Not in the slightest, Niklaus. I know you’re going to do it to protect her. To protect everyone.”
“Then, I love you, brother, but go aw—“
“To me. You’re going to do it to me,” Elijah interrupted.
“Elijah, what are you playing at?” Klaus was almost irritated.
“Ever since…ever since…” he choked. Tears forming.
Steadily, Elijah regained his composure
“Ever since she died, and I remembered. I can’t be here anymore. I can’t be…I can’t be. It has to be me.”
Klaus realized Elijah intended to take his place.
“You can be here. A father. A better man. Niklaus, it has been the honor of my life to be your brother. To watch you grow into…into this.” Elijah motioned to Klaus.
Klaus was stunned, just staring at his brother.
“I already had the Hollow removed. I apologize for not giving you notice, I knew you’d just fight me. Freya is a good secret keeper.”
The air was heavy. The bayou humidity palpable.
Elijah’s eyes gleamed. “I’ll be with you always. Talk about me. Remember me. Love me. Always & Forever.”
Klaus finally found his tongue. Tears pricked his eyes.
“Always & Forever,” Klaus croaked.
Elijah produced a White Oak stake from his suit pocket and handed it silently to Klaus.
They looked at each other. Brother & brother. Deafening silence hung between them. Years, centuries, millenia.
“Always & Forever,” Klaus repeated, lifting his hand to the White Oak stake.
Klaus slowly walked along a familiar street. Taking in his city and remembering Elijah. His life was Elijah’s gift. He intended to make him proud. To live it as a better man.
He walked up to a familiar large wooden door and knocked.
The sound of children tinkled through the quiet suburb.
“I told you, Josie, the answer is going to be a firm n—“
The woman who opened to door stopped in her tracks as she and Klaus made eye contact.
Blue eyes reflecting surprise and shock, she tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, fidgeting.
“Klaus,” she breathed in disbelief.
He smiled his devilish smile.
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