Eternal ➳ N. Mikaelson [COMPLETED]

➳ 51: the devil is damned

KLAUS was on the phone with Elijah, who was still at the safe house with Cami and Hope. While he spoke, Klaus chopped up limes with a knife at the bar. "The wedding works in our favor. Newly-empowered and ruled by Hayley, the wolves will be an asset to our family."

"Yes, assuming you're willing to trust Jackson." Elijah remarked bitterly from the other end. "I must confess, brother-- I'm a little surprised to find that you do."

"Well, my faith in Jackson is a means to an end. If I had simply killed him, Hayley would have turned against me." Klaus held up the knife he was using to chop limes and gestured with it as he talked. "You should have seen the ferocity with which she defended him. It was impressive." He commented with a smirk and Elijah sighed heavily. "That said, I don't take the matter of secrets lightly. Once the wedding takes place and the wolves are forever altered, well, Jackson's fate becomes a little less certain." He said with a smile and hung up the phone before handing a drink off to Ingrid, who was sitting across from him at the bar. "Here try this."

Ingrid took the glass from him and smelled it, wrinking her nose, causing him to give her an unappreciated look. Laughing, she sipped from the alcohol and pretended to smack her lips together. Klaus glared at his wife and tried to take the drink from her. "Ingrid--"

"No, no, no. I'll be serious." She promised in-between stiffled laughs and grabbed the glass. Taking a generous drink from the concoction Klaus had created, she pursed her lips while pondering over her opinion. "It's good, Niklaus. Significantly better than the last one."

Groaning, he snatched the glass from her and threw a hand up. "You're such a snob about alcohol." He growled before taking a sip of his own. He glaced at the contents of the glass and nodded in agreement. "You're right. It is much better than the other but I can make even better. Just wait and see, my love. I'm going to blow you away."

Ingrid looked at him in admiration before laughing and shaking her head. "Alright, darling. Whatever you please."

Suddenly an unfamiliar woman with black hair walked into the room and smiled widely at them. "Hello, Nik." Klaus looked at her, confused, but pretty sure he knew who she was. She smirked and waved her arms up with a flat lipped expression. "I don't suppose you imagined that "always and forever" would lead us to this?"

Klaus gaped at her, clearly shocked, but he eventually smiled happily to see his sister's return. "Rebekah."

Rebekah nodded and laughed with wide eyes. "You absolutely will not believe the week I've had." She groaned and the trio smiled at each other in relief.

Rebekah was standing in one of the upstairs lounges, looking at a painted portrait of herself from centuries prior with a pout. "That is just not my chin, Nik. It was much more delicate."

"The only delicate thing about you, sister, is your ego." Klaus replied with an amused smirk.

"Please. You cannot talk." Ingrid stated with a pointed expression and a scoff.

Rebekah turned to face him with a sarcastic smirk on her face. "Well, placed next to the behemoth size of yours, certainly!"

Then Elijah's voice was heard, revealing that they were talking with him on speakerphone. "Could we dispense with this fascinating dispute for just a moment and return to the subject of our supposed long-lost sister?" He questioned them in a series of emotions.