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He wasn't sure what was going on in this place, but Klaus was trying his best to navigate through it with as much dignity as possible. He had survived over half a century being tormented by the Hunter's Curse, after all, and so he kept telling himself this would be no different. In fact, this would be easier. He already knew what sort of things would be headed his way. Mikael still appeared, still snarled and threatened like he always did. But nothing changed. Mikael was dead and gone - Klaus just had to keep reminding himself of that fact.

It wasn't until now that he truly faltered in his resolve to muddle through this place with nerves of steel. He had been stalking through the streets when he happened upon Caroline - or, who he thought to be Caroline. One moment she was there and he was approaching her, and the next, Mikael had appeared out of nowhere and before Klaus could even react, his father had plunged his fist into Caroline's body and ripped out her heart. Whether he had shouted or not, Klaus wasn't certain. He sped toward the blonde, gripping her shoulders to catch her as she fell - when she screamed and Klaus was taken aback. It wasn't Caroline at all.

Klaus didn't have much time to be baffled. The girl struggled and he let her go, only to suddenly be attacked by another. Without warning, there was suddenly a brunette flying at him, fists colliding into him. Nerves raw and his mind still reeling, Klaus's temper flared. He turned on her, veins darkening, fangs bared, and eyes glowing feral yellow. He didn't have time for whatever rubbish this was. "You're out of your league, love," he snarled and threw his own punches as he advanced on her.

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She ducked a few, only a few did hit her, harder then most, but she stood her ground. "Run," she told the girl as she swirled around, a leg coming right out oh him. "Back off, you are going hungry tonight," she growled at him.

There was something about fighting, something about knowing this thing, no longer a person in her eyes, would die by her hands tonight. She arched a brow, smirking, she snapped back at him. "Out of my league? I don't play the rules."

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Klaus was surprised at how well she took the blows he rained down on her. She wasn't a vampire - he could hear the way her heart pounded with the exertion as they fought. But what human could match him so readily? He growled at her as she kept coming. The girl was long forgotten - he hadn't been looking for a snack anyway. Klaus was fully focused on the task at hand, which would be beating the woman before him and getting her out of the way. "Not as long as you're sticking around," he shot back at her.

Klaus managed to match her blow for blow, moving flawlessly. After all, he had a thousand years under his belt - which included plenty of wars and countless skirmishes. The way he moved gave it away, that he was far older than his looks suggested. It was that fact that gave him arrogance. He moved effortlessly, but he moved carelessly. Klaus knew he couldn't be killed and so his moves left him open frequently. Whatever she thought she was doing, it was only going to end in her death. "With or without the rules, you're still dead, love," he countered her with a smirk and a scoff before he lunged at her.

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As he lunged, she stepped to the side, her foot kicking him in the knee to bring him down as she pulled out a stake, flipping in the air to catch it. He was tough and fast, she had not room for dramatic, "Not by you," Faith had no plans on dying tonight.

She went to stab him in the back of his heart, but again he was faster to much, so she missed and cursed, "What the hell are you on, steroids for vamps?" she asked, getting annoyed, she wiped some blood that Klaus had drawn from one of his hits that caught her.

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Her foot connected, sending Klaus down on one knee for a moment. He growled and whirled back around to face her, fangs bared. Even in his own world, he didn't look entirely the same as normal vampires. His fangs were different, the color of his eyes a feral gold. Surely she would figure out soon that she wasn't dealing with your typical supernatural creature. Klaus was certain that, once she did, things would go very differently. If she knew what was good for her, she would turn tail and run. At the very least, he looked forward to seeing and feeling the fear that he was positive would inevitably wash over her.

Klaus easily avoided her attempt to stab him, offering a low chuckle as he wiped away his own blood she had drawn. "A vampire? No," he sneered at her. "Fancy yourself a vampire hunter, love? I'm afraid you're barking up the wrong tree. I'm much more than that. I'm an Original. A hybrid," he lunged again. "And I'm immortal." He made a grab for her throat. Fighting wasn't really his style; Klaus preferred to settle things quickly and efficiently. When he did fight, he sought to end it as swiftly as possible. This brawl had already gone on too long for his tastes. As he came at Faith once more, Klaus moved with more purpose, clearly aiming to find an opening to move in for the kill. Only one of them could make it out of this alive after all - and Klaus was confident it would be him.

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He felt the turn in the tide, picked up on the weakness she feigned, and Klaus moved swiftly to take advantage. He moved forward, making a grab with the intent to rip her throat out. But as Klaus stepped forward, Faith was there to meet him - far from the weakened opponent he had expected her to be. The stake easily pierced his chest, cracking through bone and plunging into his heart. Klaus could feel the organ collapse and he instinctively reached to grab hold of the wooden weapon. Klaus felt his legs buckle and he grabbed wildly for Faith, a half-hearted attempt to keep from collapsing completely.

As his knees gave out, Klaus glanced down at the stake embedded in his chest and let out a guttural groan. He managed to stagger backward, his back colliding with the wall and then his legs finally left him and he slid to the ground. Blue eyes wide, he gaped at the wound as the blood seeped out, darkening his shirt. "No...," he trailed off. "No, no, no," Klaus gripped the stake, voice cracking. It wasn't just any stake. It was the stake; the only true nemesis to his immortality. He was oblivious to Faith's own concern and shock. "It can't be," he whined, the words desperate and pained. This... human, this insignificant stranger had been the one to kill him?

"What have you done?" he demanded of her, choking on the words and gasping for breath. "What have you done?" he wheezed out the words again in his best attempt at a shout. Klaus's hands hovered over the stake, afraid to pull it out. Afraid. The fear was numbing and all-encompassing and horrific. Who was this girl? How had she managed to kill him? What of his siblings? Klaus shuddered and coughed, blood bubbling up in his mouth. He stared at Faith accusingly before he stared off unseeingly. "Caroline...," the name was mumbled, barely audible as he let his hands fall by his sides. Would they even know he'd been killed?

For the first time in his exceptionally long life... Klaus was terrified and he didn't know how to truly react.

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The sound of Faith's heart was pounding in her ears, she could her him talk to her, but she wasn't able to do anything about it. She looked at him, her body shuddered, this man wasn't a vampire, he would have exploded into ash. She should go get help, Faith should have, but when he started to demand what did she to him, she smirked at him.

Stepping closer, she knelt down next to him, "Looks like you are wrong," she breathed, then chuckled as the blood came from his mouth. "See ya, hybrid." Faith stood up and walked off.

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