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Silas could tell that Niklaus was trying to edge his way towards the exit. It was obvious that he wanted to get himself and his daughter’s corpse as far away from Silas as physically possible, and that made the Immortal smile. He did in fact tell Klaus a few moments earlier that he wasn’t allowed to leave until he was finished with him, and he was in fact done with him. He wasn’t about to tell him that though. He would much rather make him sweat it out for a little while longer. 

“Stay back? Why? Is the big, bad wolf scared of little old me? That’s sad, Klaus. You just lost what little bit of respect I did hold for you,” he taunted, but backed up nonetheless, giving the Hybrid his personal space once again. Besides, he had already compelled him, so there was no need for him to be as close as he was anymore. 

“Do you honestly think that I’m scared of you and your family? That your family could do anything to harm us? Once Amara is back from the dead, she’ll be Immortal, much like me, and virtually indestructible. There’s not much you all could possibly do to us. Well, besides be a burden.” He rolled his eyes at the other male’s arrogance; he had made him murder his own daughter, and he was still acting as if he was in control and that he held any real power over Silas. 

“Although I think it’ll take your family a while to even focus on me. They’ll probably be too busy ripping you apart after what you did to Hope.” He nodded towards the dead blonde in his arms. “I’d take her body home and prep it for burial if I were you. Before she starts to rot, you know. Not really a pretty process.” Silas gestured to the exit with a grand movement of his arm. “You’re free to leave.”

A half-hearted shrug. Niklaus hadn’t assumed when he’d begun to spin his web of lies that his pup would’ve been dragged into it, but he should’ve guessed. All his callous actions had consequences these days.

“So what if I did?” he said, more of a hiss than anything, trying to force the other out of his mind so he could piece together a thought that didn’t need to be spot checked for vital information. “I’d rather her dead by my hand than my enemy’s.” A lie, but also a truth, he couldn’t tell anymore. His head ached.

He was prickly, immobilized with wild-fire anger that threatened to lick up the walls and torch the room with it’s ruthlessness. He wanted to scream, howl and tear things apart, but he trapped it all successfully, using his daughter as a conduit. He rubbed a tear away from his eye and threw his strength into building walls around the murderous intentions he was harbouring.

“Stay back,” he growled, eyes slowly turning normal, though still retaining their pitch black aurora. He was protecting her, he was protecting her even though she was no longer breathing. Why wasn’t she breathing? He did this, he killed her, Niklaus killed her. The fabled beast without a heart. He could already anticipate his family’s wrath.

He didn’t want to do anyone’s bidding, carefully scooping up Hope and raising himself from the floor. “Raise Amara, and then what?,” he edged away, toward the door, the exit, testing to see if he was still bound to not run away, “Elope like love-sick fools under the impression that I wont hunt you down, that my family wont come after you for your crimes against us?”

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“So it’s not in your possession?” Silas was angry, of course. He’d wasted an entire day on the Hybrid and he had nothing to show for his efforts. But at the same time, he was satisfied. Klaus wasted his time, so Silas killed his daughter. That was a spade for spade in his book. “That’s unfortunate. More so for you than for me. I do hope you realize that by goading me and making me think that you knew the whereabouts of my talisman that you inadvertently brought about the death of your own pup.”

He gave the other male a closed mouth smile, amusement joining the rage in his eyes. “If you would have just told me that you didn’t know where it was, I wouldn’t have been so drastic in my actions.” That was a lie. “Or at least I wouldn’t have been if you pointed me in the right direction of who could possibly know its whereabouts.” 

Silas shook his head, quickly growing bored of watching the Hybrid mourn over the death of his daughter. “If you ask me, she didn’t have much time life anyway. Knowing the death and destruction that you and your family cause on a daily basis, it was only a matter of time before it caught up with you all and cost you the biggest toll of them all; her life. I’m sure you’re happy that you made it quick and painless. A lot of other people wouldn’t have been so generous, don’t you think?” 

“Now,” he pushed himself away from the door frame and stepped closer to the Hybrid. “You’re going to do everything in your power to figure out where that talisman is, and when you do, you’re going to hand deliver it to me. Understood?” He asked, making sure there eyes were locked so the compulsion would work to the best of its ability. 

Instinctively he was clutching Hope closer, baring his fangs and snarling. He was losing himself to the oversensitivity of it all, flinching at syllables that sounded too close and too far away. Lupine gold still bore into Silas, a regal whirlwind of suffering, face stiff save for the etches of anger, cold in his own form of hostility. He couldn’t lash out, he couldn’t leave her on the ground.

He wouldn’t treat her as some corpse he’d thrown death into. He had already painted and sculpted monuments in his mind in her name, had been doing so even before her birth, Silas would not be the TNT to dismantle them. Niklaus loved too fiercely, too passionately, for his family. It was in his DNA, writ on his spinal cord and hammered into his skull.

“Good luck with finding it,” he spat, knowing full well what wrath it could bring down on him, “It is not in my possession, though I do own it.” It was a dark object, it had ended up in Camille’s grasp, from there he knew nothing, and liked it that way. No matter how cruelly Silas wished to punish him, he would have no details to give.

Trembling digits rake through her hair, gentle around the small knots that had tangled themselves into existence. How could she still be the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen in death? His brilliant littlest wolf. He couldn’t stifle the low, sad whine that gripped him.

“Of course you had to,” dark was his voice, a ripple of black water, hoarse with unwavering promises of brutality. Silas was nothing more than a mongrel trying to prove his worth amongst alphas, “If this was just about the blood talisman, you wouldn’t have taken it upon yourself to waste everyone’s time with your tedious plays at torture.”

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If Silas had just a sliver of conscious, he would have felt bad for what he did. What he made Klaus do. He made a man take the life of his own child, and he couldn’t tell find it in himself to be sorry about it. Maybe all those years being trapped on a deserted island and starving had really done away with the last bit of morals he had? Maybe he really was a monster? If he was, then so be it. That didn’t matter. He’d gladly be a monster if it meant he would have Amara back. She was the reason he did all of this, and he would tear apart the entire earth if it meant being one with her again.

He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him at Klaus’ outburst, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. “Ah, so much anger, Klaus. You should be THANKING me. I just saved you from having to deal with a bratty teenager. You’re welcome.” Silas was taunting him. He couldn’t help it, it was just too much fun. Getting a rise out of Klaus was an added bonus to this whole ordeal. 

“You know what I just realized?” He asked, fake comprehension dawning on his face, and he smacked the palm of his hand against his forehead. “I could have just compelled you to tell me where the talisman was. I didn’t HAVE to make you snap your daughter’s neck.” The Immortal shook his head slowly, as if he were disappointed in himself. “I’m SO sorry, Klaus. My bad.”

He felt it again, all consuming. Not agony, but it terrorized him. Niklaus’ panicked, frantic breathing boiled in his chest, shoulders heaving with one, fluid, shaking sob. He pulled his pup up to him, sinking to his knees, wrapped himself around her like he could protect her despite her unmoving state. A furious, devastated cry muffled in their embrace. 

He didn’t know if she would wake once more, and he was almost choking on his guilt. Or was it his tears, hot and fast down his cheeks, burning his paled skin. Fingers that had just killed tangled into her soft blonde hair, rocking them slightly.

Niklaus’ mind rushed to fix the wash of pain, smothered the grief with explosive, uncontainable rage. It ate him up, scored his marrow but did not let him release his child. His daughter, his littlest wolf, his pup. He did this, he did this, HE DID THIS.

Fangs lengthened in his mouth, and his first instinct was to bury them into himself, he needed to atone, he needed to pay for not being strong enough to protect her from himself. But that level of instability was not for others to see, and even with his moderately bigger form acting as shield over the smallest wolf, she was not safe.

An even worse evil was afoot.

Veins rippled, eyes flared gold, finding Silas with hawk-like intensity, “Shut the FUCK up.”

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Silas’ smirk slowly faded away when he caught Klaus’ thoughts. Whore of a lover, Amara.. He narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. How dare he speak of her like that? Amara was the furthest thing from a whore. She was the kindest, sweetest, most loving woman who had ever existed on the planet. Klaus wasn’t even worthy enough to speak her name, let alone think it in such a demeaning manner. That’s exactly why Silas took so much pleasure in watching him wrap his fingers around the blonde’s neck. 

Hope’s eyes widened when her father wrapped his hand around her neck, but she stayed silent, not wanting to give Silas the satisfaction of hearing her make a noise. She couldn’t help the silent tears that began trailing down her cheeks though. Fear was evident in her eyes as her hands shook, already knowing what was coming next, but unable to control her fear. 

“Do it, Klaus.” She could hear the Immortal in the background bark out, and she gritted her teeth, her eyes locked on her father’s. She had no idea what would happen if he snapped her neck. If he killed her. Would she come back as a vampire? Would her blood and heritage save her life? Or would she be stuck on the other side? She’d heard stories from her relatives that had been deceased and the other side was not a good place to be. It was lonely. Hope didn’t want to be alone. 

But she also knew that none of this was her father’s fault. He didn’t want to do this to her. This was all Silas’ fault. In that moment, she felt an intense hatred bubble up in her chest, stronger than anything she’s ever felt before. It was in that moment that she swore to herself that no matter what, she would make Silas pay for what he made her father do it her. 

Hope parted her lips, “Da-” then darkness overcame her. 

Silas clapped his hands slowly, letting out a sigh. “Finally. I thought you’d never get it done.”

His long fingers were clenched around his daughters neck before he could even flinch back or think. Panic sunk in, fuelled the strength he needed to stay afloat against the tempest of Silas’ compulsion, but he could feel it in his muscles, the tense electricity willing him to crunch bone. Wide eyes hazed with fierce terror peered at his littlest wolf, expecting fear to be reflected back.

Jaw set, teeth grinding, suffocating the scream of rage that wanted to grow and burst from his chest. How dare he, how dare he, how dare he?! Silas strolled into his city with ridiculous plans of resurrecting his whore of a lover, Amara. NIklaus would not be bossed around nor have his mind messed with…

Was this another hallucination? Nostrils flared, fingernails scraping along the skin on the back of Hope’s neck, gentle but his order remained. “NO.” he snarled, but he could feel his strength dragging contusions into life. “I wont…” break? give in? hurt her? “I love her.” He had no one left to love but his pup, he would not let anything hap-

Digits flexed, he could feel her bones fighting not to give way. Do it, do it, do it. She’s better off knowing her father is the animal in the shadows of everyone’s worst fears. Was that his voice? Silas’? Mikael’s? Or perhaps Hayley? He couldn’t tell, just felt unbearable heat rush to his eyes. Do it, do it, do i-

SNAP.

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There was something appealing about taunting and tormenting Klaus. It was almost as if he were a child at a zoo; provoking one of the biggest and baddest lions held captive there. And just like a child at a zoo, he knew he couldn’t be harmed. Much like the lions there, Klaus was trapped and had no real power in his current situation. Silas could sense the anger rolling off of the Hybrid; he didn’t have to be a telepath to figure that out. The bared teeth and the snarling was a really big indicator of just how pissed off Klaus was. 

“No?” The Immortal couldn’t help but be impressed by Klaus’ restraint. Normally when he compelled someone to do something, it happened immediately. But here Klaus was, right in front of his daughter, and he wasn’t following the orders Silas gave to him. “I’m impressed, Klaus. Not many people have the will power to tell me no, especially when I compel them to do things. You’re strong,” he chuckled, tightening his grip on Hope’s hair just enough to draw a pained gasp from her lips. “But guess what? I’m stronger.” He roughly threw her down in front of Klaus, before crossing his arms over his chest. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I shouldn’t make you hurt her. I mean, that is your daughter. The shining beacon of hope for the Mikaelson family, am I right? Who am I to tell you to cause this precious child any pain?” 

He was silent for a few minutes, stroking his chin with his thumb and pointer finger. “Instead of snapping her arm, you’re going to snap her neck.”

His pet names, his thoughts, spat back at him in a voice that was distinctly not his own. It was enough, enough to warrant the shuddering nausea of violation, the subtle snarl that crawls out past his grit fangs. Niklaus wondered wildly if Silas could feel the unique tug of the animal that patrolled his spinal cord and roamed the rungs of his ribs, wondered if he knew to be afraid of the rage that would explode from his curled and chained form in the visage of an uncontainable beast protecting its young. He said nothing, let a shuddering sigh accompany the unfading glare.

The aforementioned wolf inside was what reacted first to the commands, forcing the feral cry of “No.” from his lips and the following, whispered repetitions. He wasn’t sure what part of him was cracking and which was fighting back; skin, bone and muscle straining to follow but also demanding to be held back. He looked at Silas, eyes wide, “Don’t,” make me do this, his mind completed the sentence and he bites back his bitterness, “I’ll kill you, I’ll..” he had no words for what his Hybrid form is capable of, how his wrath is unending. He doesn’t plead, can’t plead, for he is Niklaus Mikaelson, legendary tyrant, he cannot be weak in the face of his adversaries, haunted by a double-edged mantra, DON’T BACK DOWN, FIGHT BACK, FIGHT BACK, that lead him to tear through everyone and everything. 

“I’ll… I’ll give you,” eyes clenched shut, he was not the weakling his father knew him to be, but he would give in to protect his family, from himself, “I’ll do what you want, don’t..” Don’t make me hurt her. 

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“Maybe you’re right. Maybe she can endure anything I could ever put her through. She’s a fighter, Klaus, I’ll give her that much. It was a struggle trying to get her over here, let me tell you. You raised her right.” He dropped the knife to the ground and stroked the blonde’s hair gently, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “But I’m going to say that the sentiments I’m playing to are very much suited for you as well. This is your first born child; your only child. Your littlest wolf. You can’t tell me that you’re not just aching to break free from those chains and ‘sever my smug head from my neck.’ Am I right?” He knew that he was.

“Hope here can endure anything I can put her through,” he repeated, continuing his spiel from earlier. “But can she endure anything that you put her through?” He asked, before locking eyes with the Original Hybrid. “You’re going to break her arm, let it heal, and then break it again. You’re going to keep doing this until I tell you to stop. Understood?” He could hear Hope’s heartbeat speed up at the command and he turned his eyes to her, locking his dark eyes on her bright ones. “You’re not going to run away or try to keep him from breaking your arm. But feel free to scream as much as you please.” The Immortal pushed the tribrid towards her father. 

“Don’t listen to her,” Niklaus said, hardly more than a snarl, but Silas had already been quick to correct his daughter. All three knew that the young witch could do little to satisfy the immortal’s request, she was still but a child despite her appearance and heritage. He glared up from his place on the ground, the knees of his trousers collecting dirt from the floor as he refused to sit still. He was not ready to let slip the fact that he could not even retrieve the item the immortal hunted, despite it being in his possession. 

He felt sick watching the two of them, desperate to slide his way between them and sever Silas’ smug head from his neck. He scrabbled for something to position himself in power. His decision settled on the carved wood he’d extracted, but he was fearful of Hope being used as a shield. “Enough!” he demanded, voice steady enough to pass as fearless. He would play off this desperate fear he had as nothing, and it would be easy, despite his clear distress. “Her fate at your hands could never be treacherous enough to have me hand over what you seek,” his gaze switched quickly to his littlest wolf, he was willing to call Silas’ bluff, “You are playing to sentiments better suited to her mother or my brother. I know her strength and ability to endure far outweighs what you could put her through..”

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Before Silas could respond to Klaus, Hope was interrupting him. “No! Don’t hurt him, please. Don’t hurt my dad,” the blonde begged, shaking her head. “I’ll do whatever you want. What do you need from him? I can get it. I can do a locator spell and find it. Just don’t hurt him, please.” Silas was chuckling before she could even finish talking, finding her offer of her magic laughable. “I’m going to have to pass on that, kid. You see, I know that your magic isn’t strong enough to do much of anything, let alone cast a locator spell. And even if you could, it wouldn’t matter. I’m sure your daddy over there has had some witches cast a cloaking charm over it. Isn’t that right, Klaus?” 

He hummed, brushing his nose along Hope’s jaw. “I’m not going to kill her; although that’s really tempting. You know what I could do though?” He slid the blade against her neck lightly, a trail of blood appearing in its wake. “I could feed on her.” He licked up the trail of blood slowly. “I could feed on her until her heart is weak and she’s on the bring of death, and then I’ll stop. I’ll let her body heal itself, and then I’ll do it again. And again. And again. I just might take her off your hands and use her as my own personal blood bag. How does that sound, Klaus?”

Cerulean eyes flicked frantically between his daughter and Silas. His blood had turned to kerosene, eager to catch fire on the lit splint of his terrified, possessive rage. A low keen slipped past his lips, muscles rippling with tension, energy coiling in his chest, ready to break free. He writhed up, like a snake, twists, snarls, fangs extending to fill his mouth at the noise his wolf cub makes. Niklaus was the infamous Hybrid slamming against the bars of an invisible cage, rattling his non-existent chains with menace.

“Hurt me,” it came so quick to him, panicked syllables, shouted off his tongue, “Hurt me instead.” the father wolf in him screamed DON’T TOUCH HER. He didn’t want the savage to even look at his little girl, felt a conflicted mix of disapproval and pride rise at her struggling. Fists clenched, but around the stake in his chest, tugging it away from his body with the intention to throw it directly at the immortal, but the smell of blood has him seizing and stilling, his kin. He was furious, but made no further threats, “If you kill her, you lose your leverage.”

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“Now, now, Klaus. Do you really think it’ll do you any good to threaten the man holding your daughter in his arms?” Silas tsked, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “You should know better than that. You’ve tortured more than enough people to know that threatening the torturer gets the torturee nowhere.” He tightened his grip on Hope’s shoulder, forcing a whimper of pain out of her mouth. “Dad -” She began, only to be cut off by the Immortal. “Shh, now, sweetheart. This is grown up business. You’re only here to motivate daddy to give me what I want.” 

He ran his thumb down Hope’s cheek, causing her to flinch and pull away from him. Before Silas could react, a heeled shoe made contact with his foot, catching him off guard momentarily, and an elbow slammed into his rib cage a second later. The blonde escaped from his grasp and went to run, but was stopped short by Silas grabbing her hair and pulling her back. “Wow, you really are your father’s daughter, aren’t you?” He asked, keeping her in his grasp even as she struggled roughly. “You’ve got quite the little fighter on your hands, Klaus. But she really shouldn’t have done that.” He pressed the blade against her temple and pressed down with enough force to cause a wound. Silas ignored her whimper of pain as blood trickled down the side of her face, blood that he licked up before the wound could close. “Your daughter tastes divine, Klaus. I could drain her dry.”

Niklaus’ panting could only be silenced by a mouthful of fire. The wolfsbane had his gums and tongue bleeding and burning furiously on contact, the pain so vivid it made his eyes water, forcing a frenetic, stifled yell from the back of his throat. He tried to follow Silas’ movement, jaw going slack as he coughed plant matter and quickly congealed scarlet blood out in a quasi-desperate attempt to get rid of the sudden agony.

Rage built quickly when he saw Hope, the wolf buried in his chest struck out against his rib cage because that was his pup, his littlest wolf. Fists clenched so hard that he felt his thumb click and pop out of place, before correcting itself. He rose, but was quickly shut down the Immortal, body locking up and sinking back down. “Get your hands off her.” Calmness was not a current description of the Hybrid, tone so dark and lacking any furious empathy that it sounded dead. “I’ll fucking tear you apart, you will regret anything you do to her, you bastard.”

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