Who: Klaus and Elijah What: Middle of the night phone call When: Around 3 am again Where: Kol's place and Elijah's place Rating/Warnings: Fairly low. Language. Status: Complete
Klaus had his second round of dreams, and they only got more bizarre. As Elijah warned him he witnessed Henrik’s death. Saw his little brother get torn apart by wolves. Felt the guilt that came with it. It was his fault. He brought Henrik to see the wolves. But his dreams didn’t stop there. Next up Esther flipped her shit and was determined to keep the rest of her children alive. There was an immortality spell placed on him and his siblings. With the spell came a thirst for blood. Something Klaus couldn’t seem to quench. He killed a human in the process, triggering his werewolf gene. Klaus was not only a vampire, but a werewolf. The Original Hybrid.
The pain from the transformation woke him. He couldn’t help but yell out in pain. Hopefully he hadn’t woken Kol or the baby. He laid still for a few more moments, until the pain began to fade. What the hell just happened? How had that pain carried over? And more importantly, what exactly had Elijah left out? He clearly knew more than he let on the last time Klaus questioned him about dreams. There was only one way to find out.
Once the pain subsided enough, he picked up his phone dialing his brother’s number. He could care less what time of night it was. He wanted answers and he wanted them now.
Elijah had actually had a night without the dreams. Or he’d been sleeping peacefully without them, but that had been interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. Nose scrunching up, he picked up the phone, sleepily studying the phone before he decided to answer it. Something obviously had happened. He rubbed at his eyes, slipping out of the bed and into a different room. “Niklaus.” His voice was thick with sleep, but he didn’t sound annoyed. Just tired.
It was hard to say exactly where Niklaus was and what he knew now. He didn’t think he’d call him in the middle of the night (or whatever god awful time this was) because he just wanted a casual chat.
Klaus wasn’t about to waste any time getting to his reason for calling. “Is there something you forgot to tell me, Elijah?” he demanded. He didn’t have time to give context as to what he was referring to. Elijah should know, unless of course there was more he was hiding from Klaus.
There was quite a bit that he was hiding. If he was being honest. Not that he was going to say that. “You’ve had more dreams.” But did he mean the part about what he’d done involving their father? Did he mean their vampirism? “I told you some things you had to learn on your own.” He let out a long sigh. “Where did you get to?”
Elijah had warned him about that. If Klaus was being honest he probably wouldn’t have believed the whole hybrid thing even if Elijah had told him that night. But he was too caught up in everything he had just dreamt to be rational. Not that rationality was ever his strong suit anyway. “Our dear mother put a spell on us,” Klaus growled. “My real father is apparently a werewolf given the transition I just endured.”
Vampirism, then. He did not sound like he had dreamt about his helping their father yet. Something to look forward to. “Yes. Both of those things happened. Do you feel any different? Or did the pain just crossover? The strangest things seem to crossover from the dreams.” Like vampirism, for one. “I have received a few things from the dreams.” Like vampirism. Also the dagger that went into his heart. And his coffin. He’d carefully gotten rid of the last thing, however. After smashing it to pieces. He would not be trapped inside of that prison again.
“I feel like I just had all the bones in my body broken,” Klaus snapped. How different was he supposed to feel. That’s when he heard Elijah mention crossover. “And what exactly has crossed over, Elijah?”
Elijah could feel a headache growing. “Far too much has. The ring I wear on my middle finger isn't just a flashy way to flip people off. I need it to be able to leave the house during the day.” He tried to keep the frustration and exhaustion out of his voice, but it was a ridiculous hour and he still liked to sleep. “I’d suggest never sleeping again, but that's not going to work for long.”
What. The. Fuck.
“Keep explaining,” Klaus replied. The places his mind was going made absolutely no sense. Why wouldn’t Elijah be able to go out in the day? Yes, they were vampires in the dreams. Well his siblings were. Klaus was apparently both vampire and werewolf. But here they were human.
“Things cross over from the dreams. Injuries, weapons, items of little note to anyone but the person receiving them. Sometimes even things that have been done to us cross over.” He was being purposefully vague...as if there was a reason to be. He was so used to skirting around things that it had become a habit. “Even vampirism.” More direct.
“Now is not the time for jokes, Elijah,” he snapped again. Although even as he said it he had a sinking feeling Elijah was telling the truth. For one his brother had never lied to him in the past, nor was he the type to make jokes. But also, there was just something about these dreams.
“I’m not joking, Niklaus. I would not joke about this.” And he wouldn’t. This was not something to make light of or to joke about. It was a traumatic experience. Causing death was not an easy thing to accept. With time, it got a little easier, but it took a while to get there. “I wish I could tell you that I was joking.”
“So you’re telling me you’re a vampire?” What the hell? First zombies now his brother was a vampire. This was just too much. Klaus needed a drink. He staggered out of bed wincing at the pain. How the fuck did it still hurt? The dream had been over with for awhile now. This was too much.
Elijah let out a slow breath, nodding before he remembered that he was on the phone. “Yes. I am a vampire.” He knew it was difficult to believe. He also knew he sounded insane. “I understand if it sounds insane and if you aren’t entirely willing to believe me. I wouldn’t have believed me if I wasn’t actually living it.” He could still remember Rebekah and Kol talking to him about it the first time.
It probably would have been more difficult to believe if Niklaus hadn’t seen zombies and skeletons and demons running around the previous week. What the fuck had his life become. “Right then,” Klaus replied walking into the kitchen. He had a lot of questions, but now was not the time. He needed to calm down. To process. “Thanks for letting me know.” There was only a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Elijah didn’t like the way that his brother’s voice sounded, but there wasn’t really anything that he could do about that. “You’re welcome. If you have any questions, I’ll answer them.” It was bound to be a lot to deal with as it was, but he would still answer questions if his brother needed him to.
“Later,” Niklaus promised, his tone softening just a bit. He was a whole mess of emotions right now. “Right now I need a drink.” In fact as he spoke he was pouring himself a glass of bourbon. “And it sounds like you need some sleep.” He could hear it in his brother’s voice. “Goodnight, Elijah.”