´´ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ, ᴋʟᴀᴜs, ´´ ᴋᴀᴛʜᴇʀɪɴᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴀʀɪᴄ's ʙᴏᴅʏ ´´ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ. ´´

"And show you kindness?" Klaus frowned down at the Petrova doppelganger bounded in the chair besfore him "I have searched for you for 500 years. Your death is going to last at least half of that." Katherine shivered "Speaking of those 500 years, I've heard rumors."

She narrowed her eyes, gulpping "What rumors?"

Klaus tilted his head, did she really think he was so stupid? "The rumors of your daughter. The tribrid. Your very daughter who - if my suspicions are correct - lay as a mere embryo in your womb when you turned yourself."

Katherine's demeaner grew even more fearful, a bitter glow shined in her orbs "There's true, if that's what you're asking."

"Tell me, about her." He demanded.

"She's cunning, seductive and flawless. Beautiful, very beautiful. Definitely my daughter." She bravely looked him the eyes, defiantly, disgust poured into them as she spat "However, she's her father's daughter, even more so than she is mine." He blinked, eyes becoming glassy as hers burned "The first person she cried out for was you. Her first word was 'dadda.'" His heart swooned "Not a day has gone by that she hasn't reminded me of you."

"I missed all of it." Klaus whispered in grief, eyes burning with unshed tears as a whimper dared reach up his throat. Yet, it warmed his being that his daughter wanted him. "Her first steps. Her first word. All because of you." Rage burned through his vains "You kept my daughter away from ME!!"

Katherine stared surpised at his anger, she hadn't thought that he'd even care for her - their child. She narrowed her eyes "I didn't think you'd care."

Klaus glowered, resting his hands on the arms of the chair. Leaning forward, causing her to inch away. His breath fanned over her face, burning her skin "Believe it or not, I do care for my family. If I find, that you've wronged our daughter somehow during the last 500 years, I will show you things worse than death."

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"You called. I came." Eliza growled slightly, voice ringing loud and clear through the Salvatore boarding house as her highed heeled boot clicked against the wooden floor "What do the hell do you want, Damon? This summoning better benefit me." She halted in the library, staring over the six occupants with her resting bitch face.

Elijah turned, eyes focusing on the Petrova. His chat with Katerina ringing in the back of his skull. It all made sense ; the resembles, the likes, the similarities. The loose curly haired brunette was without a doubt his brother's daughter. He already knew she had his brother's temper, he wondered just how much she was alike to Niklaus. And how deep their shared hatred ran for her mother.

Eliza's cold eyes settled on Elijah before darting to the eldest Salvatore "What is the meaning of this?"

"Klaus has Katherine." Elena informed, making the tribrid scrowl, she'd be free for 72 hours and Klaus had got her mother, before she could even handed her over to him. Alaric - who was now in full control of his body - stared at curiously at Katherine's daughter. As did Jenna, she wondered why she hated her mother so much - they all did, even Damon did.

Eliza blinked, shifting her gaze from the floor, holding her head high "So, why the hell did you call me here?"

"Because I wish to speak with you," She looked towards Elijah "Elizabeth." He held out his hand, gesturing to the pathway to the parlour "Please."

She narrowed her eyes, untrusting. However, she obliged, keeping her eyes on him as she passed him, walking towards the sitting room. Upon arrival, Elijah closed the door. Setting his gaze on his niece, who turned to face him, a demanding but impatient expression on her face. The same expression her father had often wore.

"Katerina told me, your story." She narrowed her eyes, she doubted her mother meant her endless lover or anything relating to him "She told me that you are your father's child." He blinked, keeping his eyes on her, knowing that at time Klaus would have desired to have his daughter by his side, as she had longed for her father "And, for once...it seems she wasn't lying."

Eliza's expression altered, eyes widening slightly. The way he spoke. It was as if he knew her father. She took a step closer "You knew my father?"

Elijah humed "I do." Shock flashed over her face, so her father was alive "For he's my brother."

She blinked, raising her brows "Which brother of yours is my father, then?"

He stared at his niece long and hard, would have it been better if he, Finn or Kol was her father? Or, was it a good thing that Klaus was. Either way, he could see quite clearly that the Mikaelson traits shone through her, more dominantly than her Petrova heritage.

She narrowed her eyes at him, the look on his face "It's Klaus," she uttered "isn't it? He's my father."

"Yes," Elijah nodded "but I don't know how it's possible. Perhaps, you can make him feel again."

"Maybe." She muttered, gazing at the floor in thought, millions of thoughts ran though her mind. He was the hybrid, perhaps that was why he was able to create her. It made sense, he was the hybrid which made her the tribrid it all clicked. She looked at her...uncle "That's why I can compel vampires, isn't it? Why, I am all three creatures in one."

Elijah nodded "Yes. I'm aware that you already know that you're unkillable."

"But I share the same weakness as you," she glanced him from head to toe, remarking in a teasing tone "dear uncle Elijah."

He chuckled, he was postive that his littlest brother, Kol would have loved their niece instantly, and would have got straight to work worsening her mischievous nature "Yes. Then you'll know that, our family has a habit of cheating death."

Eliza's eyes brightened, making Elijah even more curious about her past "So, Death doesn't seem to mind letting our relatives, slip her grasp."

"So, far..." he narrowed his eyes, the way she spoke of death, as it were a person. And more curiously, the look in her eye, it was the look Klaus had when he was planning something diabolical. He wondered ; what was going though his pretty niece's head?

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Elizabeth strolled though the woods, enjoying the breeze and silence that the night offered. She kept turning her revelations over and over in her mind. She was fully aware of how notorious her family was at cheating death. She'd promised both herself and Morpheus that Katherine would pay for what she did. To her. To him. To their son. And, after all the years of heartache.

She knew what she was going to do. Her chances to forfill her promise had passed, for all she knew. However, she had something better in mind. The Mikaelsons - originals were untouchable by death. She was an Klaus' daughter and an original. Therefore her son was too, undoubtable a quatbrid if he had triggered his werewolf and vampiric gene.

She halted in her steps, eyes locking on the full moon. She was the most powerful creature in the world, more powerful than the Endless. Her son would have been even more powerful then her, Morpheus and his grandfather - Klaus. An Endless, warlock, werewolf and vampire quatbrid. The anicent rules and Katherine had taken Orpheus away from her.

She wasn't aware of her heritage - the heritage Klaus had passed on to her as she had passed down on to Orpheus. Before, but she was now. In that moment she made her mind up. She'd rip her son back from Lucifer and Death's claws, and return him to herself and Morpheus. Afterall, her grandmother before her had done it. And so, she was going to do the same. No matter how long it took.

She plotting was cut short, and the feeling of her ankle snapping beneath her. She groaned, dropping to her knees. She frowned. Klaus was undoing his curse - she'd been filled in by her uncle of the truth behind the curse of the sun and the moon. Her question was ; why was it affecting her?

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Dream stood with his sister, watching as the ritual took place. Death had been reminding him of a fact he had forgotten. He glanced at the sacrificial vampire, werewolf and the doppelganger. Katherine wasn't here. He wondered if Elizabeth and Klaus had struck a deal about her suffering. He trusted that Elizabeth would withhold her promise.

He wanted nothing more than to join in, in making their son's grandmother pay. However, he trusted Elizabeth. Over the years, Morpheus had wondered if it had been Elizabeth's unknown father had been in their son's life, rather than Katherine. Would their son still be with them? Would she have ever left him?

The two siblings watched as it played out. Elijah whisked his brother away, after he told him that their family weren't buried in the sea. Elijah observed as his brother transformed. And followed after him. Cleaning up the mess until Klaus' attention shifted. From killing.

A dark, chocolate furred wolf, with amber - gold orbs strolled came into sight. Clocking the dirty blonde coated one instantly. Klaus was gobmacked - mentally. His daughter. His daughter stood before him. After all this time.
Elizabeth looked at the golden wolf with wide eyes. She couldn't believe it. Elijah placed a hand on the tree, he was hiding behind, observing father and daugher couriously.

Elizabeth took a long look at her father, before nervousness took hold of her. What if Klaus didn't want her? Perhaps he just wished to use her for her power. She turned and sped away. Resulting in, a pout to cross over Klaus' face. He bowed his head in disappointment. Before chasing after his daughter. With Elijah not far behind her.

Elizabeth halted in a clearing, a smile graced her lips in her mind. Her eyes brightened. Klaus came on to the clearing, halting watching his daughter staring at a - giant, black cat. Who was slightly taller and bigger than either of them. Their fur was wild, and their golden eyes glowed. He narrowed his eyes, a growl forming in his throat. Who was this feline, and how did they know his daughter.

The original brothers watched as the cat nudged their face against Elizabeth's, sideways. Elizabeth opened her eyes, amber-gold meeting his gold ones. She nudged her nasal bridge under his jaw, briefly. In response, Morpheus rubbed his forehead against her cheek. They shared a long look, before she playful clawed at him.

He tilted his head, watching as she sauntered past him, only to him. Before running off. He smiled - mentally, before chasing after her. Leaving the original vampire and hybrid to follow, and observe as Morpheus and Elizabeth ran and played with each other. Like they did, so long ago.