Finn Mikaelson (finninabox) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-06-19 20:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, finn mikaelson, niklaus mikaelson |
Who: Finn Mikaelson and Klaus Mikaelson
What: Finn tries to get through to his brother
When: Backdated: During Hellmouth Plot
Where: An alley
Rating/Warnings: Vampire staking and neck snapping
Status: Complete!
Since he had found out that Klaus had, not only turned, but had also turned off his humanity switch, Finn had been out looking for him. If the dreams had taught him anything, it was that his younger brother could be quite volatile as a vampire or hybrid and Finn had no way of knowing if he was a complete hybrid of not. Whatever Klaus was at the moment, it was vital that they find him and convince him to flip his switch back on.
Tonight Finn was wandering along in an area he hadn’t looked yet when he heard a woman scream. Assuming Klaus was behind it, Finn ran with vampire speed towards it. Instead of finding Klaus though, Finn found someone else feeding off the woman. Grabbing the other vampire, he pulled him off the woman, his eyes widening slightly as he saw the vampires face. It was like nothing he’d ever seen before, “Well, aren’t you ugly.” The vampire in front of him had yellow eyes and ridges along his forehead. While this was going on, the woman ran away, covering her neck.
“You made me lose my dinner.” The vampire said, blood dripping down his chin, “I guess you’ll have to do then.” With that, he lunged at Finn.
The vampire obviously hadn’t realized exactly who he was attacking and Finn wasn’t going to explain himself. Instead, he grabbed the vampire by the shoulders and using his speed, he slammed him into the nearest wall, “That was a bad idea.” The vampire didn’t seem familiar, so he was pretty sure he wasn’t someone from Valarnet, which meant he was expendable. Reaching out, he grabbed a broken piece of wood on a nearby garbage can and stabbed it through the vampire’s heart. Instantly, the vampire turned to dust and began to blow away in the breeze.
And here Klaus thought everyone who knew him would know better. Stay away, leave him alone, things felt considerably better the way they were now. No concern, no throb of an emotion that would hinder his decisions. No guilt, no conscience, no regret. Nik had humanity - it would make everything else monumentally more painful to deal with. The change, the memories, like a tsunami of instability crashing onto his psyche and shattering it.
Perhaps it was the coward way, but Niklaus Mikaelson was notorious for his insanely bad decisions, let’s be quite frank here.
“They’re a hideous bunch, aren’t they?” Klaus commented rather casually, emerging from the darkness of an alleyway. He looked well, dressed his usual way - a light jacket over a neutral colored shirt, an accessory around his neck. “Hilarious to watch, they think they’re so witty. Immune to the werewolf bite. I’ve checked.”
That’d answer his unspoken question of what he was, at least.
Finn should have known that Klaus was there, but he had been focused on the other vampire so his younger brother had managed to sneak up on him and as the other vampire blew away with the wind, he turned to face his brother, “They’re interesting. I’ll give them that. I’m only glad that our faces don’t do that bumpy ridge thing.” He made a sweeping gesture around his forehead to indicate what he was talking about. “And is that so? So you had to get yours hands dirty then? However, if I recall, you don’t really mind that.” Klaus didn’t appear to have any qualms about getting messy, if the recent news reports were anything to go by.
Klaus was the prime definition of messy, wasn’t he? Messy and unstable. Actually, look up the word ‘unstable’ in the English dictionary and they might as well copy and paste a portrait of him there with a list of examples to support the claim. But the fantastic thing about shutting off the humanity within was that he did not care, not even about his own flesh and blood that stood before him.
“Transitioning had me go through a couple of mood swings,” he so nonchalantly explained, a smile stretched across his face - sadistically charming as ever. “But you can say it all balanced out, and now it’s all mostly for sport. And art. A canvas painted in carnage is quite the delicacy in some morbid parts of Europe. I could become famous, Finn.”
Finn quirked a brow at his brother as he listened, head shaking slightly, “A couple of mood swings? I never would have noticed.” Ever since Finn had started dreaming, he’d dreaded this moment. Dreaded the moment when Klaus would turn, because he knew this was a distinct possibility. He had hoped that Klaus turning wouldn’t affect his personality, but it had been wishful thinking apparently, “I don’t know. Not sure blood and gore make very good art. At least not art that most people would buy.”
Everyone must have had that fear, he supposed. That he’d become the ruthless beast he was in the dreams, slaughter and mayhem songs in his heart. Klaus knew his brothers would also have some sort of contingency plan should it happen; they all turned on each other at some point anyway. It was the Mikaelson thing to do, wasn’t it?
“What does bring you out there, hm? Playing vampire slayer? I guess I shouldn’t be terribly offended, these aren’t ours.” Not sired by them, not even part of their particular race of vampires, and the differences were becoming sufficiently distinct. “Or perhaps you wanted to bond with me? That’s mighty considerate of you. Considering one version of you conspired to kill us all with our beloved mother, and this version, well...you were never really there for us, were you, Finn?”
Finn sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched his brother, “I’ve apologized for that already, so if you think you can play on my guilt, it’s not going to work, Niklaus.” He already felt bad about the fact that instead of being there for his siblings, Klaus especially, when everything was going down with their father finding out about their mother’s affair. He knew that as the oldest, he should have been there for them, but instead he’d found a way to escape what was going on at home and also get attention back on him at the same time, “I may not have been there for you then, Nik, but I’m here now.”
“You say it won’t work but deep down it most certainly does,” Klaus chuckled, pushing past his brother and very rudely shoving his shoulder with this. “But you’re the least person capable of converting me back to what you consider normal, you do realize?”
Nik had loved his brother. Flaws and all, but he still carried resentment. Bitterness. It festered and boiled, simmering under his skin until the breaking point of everything. The millenia of wreaking havoc, how things there mirrored things here - the presence of their parents, they were better off dead. Of course it’d take a toll on him; it was too much in such little time.
“So why waste your time? So you can talk my ear off? How typically boring of you, Finn.”
Finn could have retaliated against his brother for the shove, but all that would do was likely start a fight and attract attention, “Niklaus, we don’t need to be the same people we are in the dreams.” Kol was proof of that. In the dreams Kol was impulsive, stubborn and pretty much a dick; he could almost be considered Klaus’ mini me in some ways, but in the real world even after becoming a vampire he was still more or less the same person he’d been before, “I know that you’re stronger than the dreams influences. It doesn’t have to be this way.”
“So you are here to talk me to death,” Klaus deduced with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. His temper flared. Annoyance quickly creeping in, and he tossed Finn a deadpanned stare. “Did I not just tell you you’re the least qualified to do this? You’re a failure of an older brother, a good for nothing addict and nothing you do, nothing you continue to do, will ever change that you are nothing to me, Finn.”
Accelerated speed utilized, he pushed his eldest sibling into a brick wall, fingers tightly wound around his neck. “Now, for every time you make some sort of foolish attempt like this, consequences need to be met, hm? Can’t kill you, can’t kill Kol, but I most certainly can kill his trainwreck of a wife. Damon. Stefan. Lexi. Caroline. Their bodies strewn on your floor. Want to test me, dearest brother? Because I have no fucking qualms in staining your floors with their blood.”
Finn certainly hadn’t expected this to be a peaceful encounter; he was only grateful that Klaus didn’t appear to have any daggers or a white oak stake on him. If he had been human he definitely would have broken something when Klaus pushed him into the wall, but luckily, in this case, he wasn’t. His own hands came up to grab Klaus’ wrists and squeezed in an attempt to get him to let go. He was only going to retaliate so far, part of him hoping that he could still get through to his brother as he tried not to think about the things that he had said to him. Finn was a lot better off now, but he still harbored guilt over what had happened; it simply didn’t affect him as much as it once had.
“You might not think that I’m qualified to help you, but what about Caroline? Are you really going to kill the woman who loves you? Even now after all of this?” He could only guess as to exactly how Caroline felt right now, but he had a fairly good idea, “Are you honestly going to threaten the lives of everyone you know if someone tries to help you?” Finn was well aware of Klaus’ threats and he could only hope that these were empty ones.
Did Klaus ever really have empty threats? His dreamself certainly didn’t. No issues decapitating someone, ripping their hearts from their backs, snapping their snipes, it went on and on and he did it with such a sadistic glee, because it was power. Raw, unchained power, especially when he’d awoken his werewolf side.
And he was just as bad as he was there, and probably worse. Because in these damned dreams, throwing someone like Caroline at him would tug those very thin heart strings of his. He’d chosen her over Rebekah at some point. He had made Caroline the exception in many cases but that Klaus did not have his humanity off. Simply, it’d been eaten away, some still left, but only for specific people and even then, not much.
“Caroline’s pretty little face might have worked on the other side, dear brother, but not me,” he grinned, almost maniacal. “He never turned it off. His humanity chipped away every single year, every time a dagger was put into one of you. Every time I covered up mother’s death, every time father hunted us. Hunted me. Every single betrayal, from you to mother, to Rebekah and Elijah. Kol, well…” A casual shrug. “He’d been a temperamental little brat, though I much prefer that over the lovesick pathetic pup he’s become over a Doppleganger. Very nauseating.”
Finn wished that there was one thing that he could say that would get through to Klaus. One thing that would help him to get the higher ground, but with Klaus it was always a struggle to figure out what that would be and sometimes even when you did find it, Klaus was pretty good at hiding that something was affecting him, “Klaus, things can be better here. They don’t need to be like they are in the dreams. You can turn your humanity back on and we can put this all behind us.” What Finn worried about most was the fact that there seemed to be vampire hunters and witches on Valarnet and if it came down to it any one of them could go after Klaus if the dead bodies continued to pile up or if he tried to make hybrids.
Oh my fuck, his brother was an idiot, the poor stupid thing. If a stake somehow made its way through realities he actually wouldn’t mind sticking it to this one. ‘Turn your humanity back on and we can put all this behind us,’ what kind of ludicrous request was that? As if Finn had a leg to step on aside from their blood relation. His brother was nothing to him, and he yet took the hint.
No matter. Klaus peeled him from the wall with a sneer. “Very sound advice you’ve dished out, Finn. It makes complete sense to listen to your words because, clearly, I have the bloody emotions to care about you or anyone else.”
Really, as if no one ever understood what ‘flipping the switch’ meant anymore. It was rather irritating, but no matter. Because when Klaus grabbed his brother’s chin and the back of his head to break his neck, the sound of bones snapping under his hands, it made him feel a bit better about the stupidity.
“Unfortunately you can’t technically drop dead,” he said, head cocked to the side at Finn’s fallen body. Then, a shrug. “But I’ll take what I can get.”