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klaus mikaelson (howeverlong) wrote in hellascenes,

It was an odd thing. Being dead when you really weren't. Klaus wasn't truly aware of the passage of time. He had slipped into something like a trance; unmoving and unseeing, though still very much alive - or as alive as an undead hybrid could be. You couldn't tell him that, though. From the moment he had envisioned the stake being the White Oak Stake, Klaus had been consumed with the fear of dying. He hadn't burst into flame the way his other family members had, but that hadn't even occurred to him. All he could see was his entire life crumbling away - all that power and all that time was just vanishing. He was supposed to be immortal and now, here he was, bested by some stranger.

He was slumped over against the wall, arms at his sides and his head bowed to his chest. The blood had almost long enough to dry on his clothes by the time Caroline was kneeling before him. The injuries sustained from his fight had healed, apart from the stake in his chest. It wasn't until he heard Caroline's voice that Klaus stirred, though not much. He groaned and his head rolled back, resting against the wall. "Caroline?" he looked at her blankly. Why was he seeing her if he was dead? He remembered Mikael killing her - but that had been a hallucination, hadn't it? Or maybe it had been real. Was this what it was like on the Other Side of the veil?

Klaus went to move, only to squeeze his eyes shut as pain washed over him. The stake was still in his chest - while not fatal, it still hurt immensely. And the pain only served to remind him he had been staked. When Klaus reopened his eyes and looked down, he saw the weapon and, still, it was the White Oak Stake embedded in his heart. He gasped, the fear washing over him again as he imagined his own life slipping out of his hands once again. His breathing was shallow and quick, panicked breaths that ached every time his lungs took in air - his heart still unable to complete the necessary functions. "Caroline," he said her name again, a panicky whine as Klaus felt his body start to shut down again. He lifted a hand to grab the stake, but fear kept him from doing it again, just like before. Klaus was afraid that if he touched the stake, he would die instantly. Maybe it hadn't fully punctured his heart, maybe that was why he hadn't died already.