|klaus mikaelson (howeverlong) wrote in hellascenes,|
"It's- it's the white oak," Klaus countered Caroline's insistence that the stake was just some stupid piece of wood, stumbling over the words. It was hardly that. He knew he wasn't imagining it. He could feel it; he had felt the woman stab him with it, he had touched the stake before. It wasn't like with Silas, where he hadn't seen the stake in question, hadn't seen the shard the other immortal had threatened was there. He shook his head, breathing labored as he tried not only to quell the panic, but to just master the very act of taking in breath as his body fought against it.
The witches weren't real. This, on the other hand, this very much was. When she said she was going to take the stake out, Klaus clenched his jaw and shook his head again. "You'll kill me," he protested. The fact he wasn't dead yet didn't seem to register with him. It was too real for him to even process the idea that this place was inside his head, making him see things that weren't there. The reality of the stake in his chest made it impossible to distinguish that it wasn't actually white oak and, in fact, just the stupid piece of wood Caroline said it was.
Whatever fear he had, though, the fact of the matter was that he couldn't do anything until the stake was out of his chest. Because no matter how immortal he was, that didn't stop him from dying and coming back repeatedly as his body tried to heal around the wooden weapon. "It's killing me," his voice broke. The only thing that could have made this worse would be if his father showed up again, but Klaus couldn't even be bothered to look for the elder Original. He tried to take in a deep breath and failed. Klaus swallowed thickly and it was clear he was giving up again; at least Caroline would be the last person he saw. It would make it easy for her to pull the stake out.