ᴋʟᴀᴜs ᴄᴀsᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ɢʀᴀɴᴅsᴏɴ, ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴠᴇ ''Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɢʀᴀɴᴅsᴏɴ.'' He acknowledged, he had had observed quite surprised how at ease the ravenette was in the face of violence and death. How stoic he was, when it was revealed that Stefan had been lying. "He's not with us, granddad." He'd stated to the hybrid, with his cold, motionless orbs fixed on the nervous Salvatore vampire.

Orpheus raised an eyebrow, looking to Klaus blankly. Not seeing what the big deal was "I've watched over my parents ever since my death. Mum and dad will be surprised how much they've changed without the other."

Klaus' face loosened, eyes and lips broadening - the hybrid had been tempted to assume his daughter's husband was long since dead, however the memory of a certain giantic cat made him think otherwise. He glanced at his raven haired grandson "And your father, what's he like?" The curious hybrid quried.

"Dad is...very accustomed to being on his own, now. He's fragile, and is a real dream. However, he can be quite...the nightmare too. Dad is vengeful - very vengeful, prideful." Orpheus informed, vaguely. A far away glint in his eye. Klaus' brows furrowed, in a puzzeled frown ; who was his daughter's mysterious husband? Orpheus smirked to himself slyly, eyes shining cheekily "I seriously reckon, that he'd be very starstruck at mum now, even more so than he has ever been."

Klaus raised his brows, taking a look at his pale relative "How so?"

"I don't know." Orpheus shrugged "Mum's ruthless, creul and short-tempered - like you, - and those are only the 'bad' parts." Klaus listened intently "In the reality, their both misunderstood. Ill-tempered, yet willing to admit and overcome their wrongs, to improve themselves. Their fighters," he met his grandfather's gaze "warriors. However, one could argue I'm biast because I am their son."

"You'll find, Orpheus, in this family," Klaus prewarned lightly "we're all fractured, and broken as they come." The ravenatte turned his head, dark chocolate orbs locked on to his grandfather "We're not the greatest, happy-go-lucky family out there. However, when we're backed into a corner by another man's hand, we will stop at nothing to defend ourselves." Green-blue orbs met dark brown, a knowing look lurking in the hybrid's orbs "Exactly like your mother and father, from the sounds of it."

Orpheus smiled, watching his grandfather shift his eyes back on to the road. He was certain of one thing ; he wondered what would happen when his grandfather and father meet?

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"You two grab the doppelganger, and bring her to me. I'll make sure we won't be disturbed." Klaus instructed, sending a short - but long - look towards Elizabeth and Orpheus. As he  hopped off the back off the truck, after snapping Stefan's neck - for the twenty-sixth time "And you grab the werewolf, sister." The four parted ways, - Rebekah lurked behind with the intentions to taunt her former lover, upon his return to the waking world.

"I love you!" Caroline shouted after a beaming Elena Gilbert, who laughed over her shoulder. Turning her head, as she made her way to Alaric's classroom. She pushed open the doors, stepping into the dim corridor. She shredded, it was crepy - the normally lit-up hallway, to be so gloomy. A tall figure stood opposite her, further away into the school corridor.

She squinted her doe orbs, a frown rapped around her face "Hello?" She called, stepping closer - further away from the doors "You okay?" Concern swirled in her eyes.

"No need to shout." A heavy, accented voice poured into her ears like sweet honey. Elena inched forward, to find a seemingly teenaged lad stood in the empty hall.

She frowned at the stranger. The shadows clung to him like draps, making him appear very chilling and eerie. She noted with the dim light on him - that he had a shaggy mop of curly raven locks, reaching his eyelashes. Making him seem paler than snow "Who are you? Are you lost?"

A prideful smirk shot across his face, he crossed his arms over his chest lightly. Tipping his head back slightly, looking down at the Gilbert girl "Don't you see the family resemblance?" He briefly raised an eyebrow, dropping his head "We are family, afterall."

Elena frowned, puzzled. She stared at the male, confusion shining in her eyes "What?" She stuttered "What do you mean-"

"You'll have to excuse her," a familar British accented voice cut Elena off, the doppelganger's eyes flew to the boy's right, a shocked gasp fell from her lips "she's a little slow. Aren't you, love."

"Eliza." Elena breathed, she wondered - and forgotton about her more favoured ancestor - where she'd vanished off to.

Elizabeth smirked wickedly as her son, turned his head to look at her, only glance back at their decsendent through his inky locks as she sang "Hello Elena."

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"Ah, there she is!" Klaus rubbed his hands with glee, a sinister smirk on his face as the mother and son duo escorted the Gilbert doppelganger into the down abandoned gym - excluding the two compelled teenagers silently crying.

"Klaus." Elena stared at Elizabeth with  betrayal burning in her orbs.

"You've put quite the kink in my plans, love." Klaus strolled forward "The whole point of breaking the curse and becoming a hybrid was to make more hybrids. I haven't able to do that. Now my bet is, it has something to do with the fact that you're still breathing."

"Or maybe it doesn't," Orpheus muttered thoughtfully "witches are tricky with their spells." Klaus raised a brow, gesturing that he'd hear his grandson out "You were suppose to drain her dry," he met his mother's gaze, - who was quickly catching on "but perhaps, in doing so, you'd make yourself the only one of your kind to exist."

Elizabeth humed thoughtfully, shifting her dark eyes to her shivering very distant relative "Let's put that theory, shall we."

Klaus frowned in thought, observing the devious duo. It was just that moment when the teenage Bennett witch and co, chose to appear on to the scene "Bonnie. Matt run!" Elena cried only for Elizabeth to blur from her side, blocking the witch and human's way out "No, no. You're not leaving until your told to do so."

The blonde original smirked proudly, at his daughter as Orpheus observed the three teenagers cautiously, waiting for one of them to make a move "Ah, Bonnie! I assume your the reason Elena's living and breathing."

"You want someone to blame?" She spoke fiercely, head held high arrogantly "Blame me."

"So arrogant and small-minded." Orpheus tutted, before looking towards the hybrid and tribrid "Are all witches like this?"

"Unforunately." Elizabeth scrowled "They never learn too."

The ravenatte's face screwed up, with disgust. The same way Morpheus' did, when he was offended or repulsed - a slightly deadpanned, disdainful pout. Elizabeth found it adorable and sad at the sametime, hiding a small smile "Eh, just like Desire." Orpheus curled his lip.

Klaus raised a brow, puzzled - who named their child 'Desire' - as Elizabeth chuckled. The young endless quatbrid did have a very valid point. Desire had a extremely hard time learning not to get involved with their brother's affairs.

"Get off me!" All attention flew to the only original vampress, as she tugged the teenaged werewolf into the gym "Hush now." She commanded, seemingly lightly.

"I'd like you all to meet my sister, Rebekah." Klaus smirked widely "And most of you are acquainted with my darling daughter, Elizabeth, and this is-" he gestured to the three other originals as he spoke "- Orpheus, my lovely grandson. Little warning ;-" he grinned ''- they can be very mean."

"Don't be an arse." Rebekah scolded her brother as the teenagers gawked between Orpheus and Elizabeth. It wasn't possible for a vampire to have a child. The pair of them shouldn't even exist - yet they did.

"Anyway," Orpheus rolled his eyes as his mother sighed "whenever dad tries to sire a hybrid from a werewolf, they go rabid and die before the transition is even over. It's quite horrible actually." She made her way to Tyler, shoving a vile of Klaus' into his mouth as she spoke, she looked towards Bonnie "Bennett, you better find a way to fix my father's hybrids. And for your friend's sake," she snapped Tyler's neck, and tossed him to the floor "you better hurry."

"She killed him." Matt cried, falling on his knees beside his dead friend as Elena stared at her ancestor, tears in her eyes. How could she do this? She questioned herself. This wasn't the Eliza she knew, this wasn't Katherine's child. She was Klaus' child.

"He's not dead, dead." Orpheus informed, stoic, drawing Elena's attention to himself "Granddad's blood will turn him into a hybrid." He casted his unsettling gaze on to Bonnie, following his mother's lead "And if witchy is successful, he'll live."

"Run along then, children." Klaus smirked "Gather your enchantments, girmoires and what-not. We'll keep hold of Elena, for safe-keeping."

"So this is the lastest doppelganger." Rebekah purred after the teenagers fled from the gym, appearing next to Elena, making the said girl jump, the blonde's face screwed up, with disdsin "the original was much prettier."

"Mum's way prettier, grand-auntie." Orpheus stated, Elizabeth smiled at her son as did Klaus, Rebekah pouted slightly, she wished she had someone like her grand-nephew, but he was right. Elizabeth had both of her parents' good looks. She was beautiful, and Orpheus knew nobody would agree more than his father.

Elena glanced between the mother and son rapidly. It was unnerving, how alike the three were, but Orpheus especially, there was something about him. She couldn't put her finger on, but he was certainly close to his mother. Very closer.

"Come on." Elizabeth waved her son to follow her, and he did. They made their way to the gym enterance. Klaus' face became serious "Stay on the grounds, you two." He called after the pair.

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The duo had settled in the school library. Elizabeth sat on the table, watching as her son nosed through the books. She narrowed her eyes, observing his facial expression shift from slight interest to boredom, and back and forth "How long have you watched over us?"

"Since day one, mum." Orpheus smirked slyly, knowing she was edging to the main topic of her curoisities ; his father. He plucked a book out, Pride and Prejudice. He withheld a chuckle.

Elizabeth blew out a breath, blinking "And, your father, how has he...been?"

Orpheus turned, meeting his mother's worried frown with an easy smile "He never stopped loving you, as you've never stopped loving him. You're both just too afarid to cause the other more pain. You have nothing to fret over, mum." Elizabeth sighed, smiling slightly, observing him as he blinked, confused "What?"

"It's nothing," Elizabeth shook her head, sliding on to her feet, going towards him so she could cradle his face her palms "It's just," her eyes ran over his curious look, a smile graced her lips "you remind me so much of Dream."

Orpheus smiled at his mother, raising a brow at a thought that occured to him "What do you think is gonna happen when granddad meets dad?"

Elizabeth chuckled at his choatic, yet curious expression "I have no idea. We'll just have to make sure those two don't ended up in any kind of fight, that isn't verbal."

He chuckled, but he could help but wonder ; just what would happen when Klaus and Morpheus cross paths? "You gonna tell dad, then?" He quried, eyes shining brightly.

Elizabeth smiled mysteriously "I did promise to visit him."

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"That nightmare won't trouble you anymore." A handsome, pale, raven haired male called out to the Constantine from under the archway. That covered him from the rain. Johanna acknowladged the gesture with a thankful smile, before lowering her umbralla and walking into the rain.

A brunette vampress blured out of the shadows, lurking behind the unspecting endless. She smirked to herself, slyly, she quite enjoyed that she was still able to sneak up on him.

"Hello, love."

The endless jumped slightly, a movement that was easily miss if she hadn't been a vampire. He turned, eyes fixing themselves on the original before him. His lips parted, a small smile twitching at the corners of his mouth "Greetings," his tearful eyes shined, as a warmth swelled in his chest "dearest, loveliest, Elizabeth."

The tribrid blushed faintly, a bright smile on her face, a certain mischief shined in her orbs - leading him to wonder ; what was his wife up to? She spoke with a calm but with a hint of devilment "Morpheus."