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Klaus was not a humble creature. He did not like to admit it when he needed helped. For most of his unnaturally long, he had always taken the path where he did not need anyone by his side. Yes, it was nice when, occasionally, a sibling or ally would take the road with him, but he learned early in life not to get used to such luxuries, and to always prepare for the knife in the back. People feared him. He liked it that way. It kept people at arm’s reach from him. What it did mean, though, was that when something was needed outside of his area of expertise (and the actual practice of magic was a glaring hole in that long list) he had few people he could turn to.

<p>He did not tell Hayley where he was going, or that he was leaving at all. He told himself that it was a risk that he didn’t want to take, but there was another reality that he was barely willing to admit to himself. He didn’t want her seeing him weak. That what the truth of it. The very idea that he would show his… his Hayley… any kind of weakness, any sign that he might not be able to keep her and the baby safe, spoke to the growling beast inside him. He had already shared so much with Hayley. The very idea that she might find out his weaknesses was something he could not contemplate. This time, though, it had nothing to do with strategy, or the fear of betrayal. It had everything to do with fear of rejection, a deep pang that made his beast ache. If she knew he was weak, would she still want him?

<p>It was better for him to come home with a solution than to admit his own failure. So he left, and didn’t take the car. It was quicker to just run his way through the city. This town was full of enough superstitious people that if they felt a breeze rush by them, they would bless themselves and thank whatever god they believed in that it wasn’t worse.

<p>He loved this city. He needed this city. It was something that someone like Marcel would never understand. If he wanted to move, Marcel could pick up and find any city to be ruler of. He wanted to play Prince? He could find New York, or Los Angeles, or any other city to call his home. Creatures like Klaus, and his family… they needed a town like New Orleans. It was a town that accepted the balance between the dark and the light and did not question it; did not fight it. He and his family had built this city. Their blood was part of its roots. Marcel would never understand that, but he would never give it up. So that was why Klaus needed to take it from him.

<p>But one complication at a time. Marcel had an understanding with the witches, and Klaus doubted that when he ruled the city that the agreement would extend to him. The history between the Mikaelsons and the New Orleans witches was long, and bloody. That meant the moment that he gained control, they would use their ties to Hayley against them. (Why had he not said “against him”?) The bond needed to be severed. He had reached out to all his “friendly’ magical contacts and received nothing by rejection. It seems all of his one-time friends had either grown too soft or too cowardly to actual do something other than sit on their asses and diddle themselves with their sense of self-righteousness and worth. It was pathetic, but it also left Klaus in a lurch. He had no magical allies.

<p>But it seemed word traveled fast in the magical community. It was either that, or Bonnie Bennet was in town for other reasons other than the gossips about his misery. He was not sure which truth he preferred. Not wanting to be a rude host, he had sent her in invitation to meeting, using a compulsed human to deliver the message about a time and a place, and for said human to do nothing else until they had found Bonnie, delivered the message, and reported back to Klaus. It took two whole days, and rather than slit the poor girl’s throat at the sight of sleep deprived, hungry form, he just released her with an erasure of memory. See? He was evolving.

<p>He arrived in the alley behind Café du Monde 4 minutes after 7PM, just a little late. He had taken an extra lap around the block just to be sure of it. He allowed his speed to make him just appear in the alley, by the stairs that led to the trolley station, just before the end of the building. “So…” he said with no other salutation. ”Which little birdy has been singing to you about my family business.” He sauntered forward, his pace as if he was just wandering the lazy alley, walking by the fountain, and to the benches in the alley. He did not sit or perch, but just looked, unblinking, at the witch in front of him. Before, his tone might have been light and inquisitive, maybe even friendly. As he continued to talk, though, that predatory purr, the promise of danger, streamed forth. “I need to know whose wings to clip.”




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Klaus is not a man that many people know, and he is one that even fewer people get along with. Being raised in the family that he was raised in, especially being the odd bastard out of the mix, fostered a dark, jaded view of the world where Klaus learned to hurt before he could allow himself to be hurt. A thousand years of this, and he has come out a brutal being, a vampire-werewolf hybrid, one of the few left on the planet, and the only Original Hybrid to exist. He has been all around the world, but currently lives in New Orleans, where he hopes to claim the city back for him and his.      
 
<h1>friends</h1>
What friends?
<p>Marcel Gerard:
<br>One of the few people that Klaus cared about, Marcel was a bit of an experiment into her paternal side several decades before he ever had a child on the way. He sees himself as a type of father figure to him, as well as Marcel's benefactor. Marcel even chose to stay away from Rebekah to keep Klaus' favor, and that made him feel even more proud of him. When the Mikaelsons were forced to leave New Orleans, however, Marcel wasted no time to swoop in and take over the kingdom that Klaus had worked hard to construct. When he returned to NOLA, and it became apparent that Marcel wasn't just keeping his throne warm, Klaus moved the current King of the Crescent City into the enemy category, with every intention on dethroning him. No matter what.
<h1>enemies</h1>
 Klaus has many enemies at the moment. A few thousand years will do that. Right now, his biggest threat is Marcel, mentioned above.
<h1>family</h1>
For the sake of keeping it brief, this write up will only mention members who have had an effect on the boards. For a full read up on the Mikaelson family, you can click here.
<p>Elijah Mikaelson:
<br>Ah, his dear older brother. Klaus' relationship has been rocky with his older half-brother. (They only share a mother.) Recently, Klaus returned to New Orleans answering his brother's call, and it was Elijah that revealed to him that Hayley was pregnant. Klaus' response was to try and reclaim the city of NOLA, starting with offering the rouse of his dagger-ed, unconscious brother to Marcel as a “peace offering.” He has not seen his brother since he sent his body to Marcel. Someone attempted to use a fae fetch to disguise itself as Elijah and infiltrate the Mikaelson house, but Klaus destroyed it, seeing through the disguise. Also, apparently, Marcel has misplaced Elijah's body. Now, Klaus is both eager to find his brother, but also wary of anyone who might come forward and present themselves as Elijah.
<p>Rebekah Mikaelson:
<br>Ah, his dear sister. Rebekah is Klaus' half-sister (They only share a mother., but he sees her as a complete little sister and is as protective as any older brother could be. He does have an odd way of showing it, to be said. Many times, he “attempts” to protect his sister have come off as cruel and overbearing, smothering and vicious. Truthfully, he has her best interests in mind, he just knows that the world is a bad place, and if he has to be the villain to keep her safe from it, than he will be. Lately, though, they had been devoted to each others' safety, and see Hayley as a completion of their family. He lives with Rebekah and Hayley in New Orleans.
<p>Hayley Marshall:
<br>As the mother of his child, Klaus sees Hayley as a member of his family. There is a write up about her in the “lovers” section.
<p>Expected Child:
<br>So far, this child is still unnamed. The only thing that they had to go on is a witch's prediction that the child is a girl. And Klaus would burn the world for his little daughter. It is one of the largest motivations towards reclaiming the city, because the only way he came ensure something like safety is for him to be making the rules. It is something he doesn't reveal, however, not wishing people to see just how much of a weakness that his daughter is to him.
 
<h1>lovers</h1>
It must be noted that none of the romantic or relationships seen on THE ORIGINALS as canon have not occurred, as this board takes off right as Episode One of THE ORIGINALS begins. As such, none of those relationships will be explored in this setting.
 
<p>Hayley Marshall:
<br>CURRENT SHIP. END GAME SHIP. Klaus and Hayley first met in Mystic Falls, when he was in need of a spy to keep tabs on Katherine and Tyler. There was always an amusing tension between them that culminated in the two of them sleeping with each other in what they both assumed had been a one night stand that they used to get over other individuals that they were hung up on. Flash forward to a few months later, and Hayley discovered that she was pregnant. After being called to Elijah's side in New Orleans, he discovered that Hayley was, in fact, pregnant with his child. At first, he was angered by what he thought was manipulation of his emotions, but he soon demanded that Hayley always be kept close, and the unborn baby kept safe. After a long time, Klaus came to realize that Hayley was one of the only people (who own family included) who didn't look at him like he was a monster, even during times when he tried to push her away. This understanding (plus her honest appreciation of his art and intellect) drew them closer, until it culminated on a night that Klaus found her being attack by a pack of Marcel's vampires. This time, they slept with each other and truly saw each other. From that point, Klaus has seen Hayley as his mate, his lover, and the mother of his child, even taking her out publicly during Mardi Gras to make a public display of his love for her.
<p>Katherine Pierce:
<br>Once, Klaus genuinely saw a future with Katherine as a possibility. While he did have plans to use kill her and use her for a blood ritual, he had every intention to bring her back to him as a vampire. When Elijah told Katherine about Klaus' plans to kill her, and she ran in fear from him, Klaus (probably wrongly) saw this as a betrayal. It proved, in his mind, that she was not someone who trusted him, and therefore she didn't truly love him for the monster he was. That heartbreak turned to hatred, and he hunted her down the for next 500 years.
<p>Caroline Forbes:
<br>Caroline was an obsession that Klaus fixated on when he traveled to Mystic Falls. A large part of his attraction to Caroline laid in the fact that Tyler Lockwood also had a relationship with the girl, and Tyler had become an enemy of Klaus. It didn't help that Caroline, being a teenage girl, could not make her mind between Tyler and Klaus, and it kept the Original Hybrid on an emotional yo-yo for a long time. With Hayley in his life, though, and with Caroline's engagement to Tyler, it ended things distinctively between the two of them. He told her so himself, and cut ties, not even seeing her as a struggle worth of heartache.

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His city was positively humming…

<p>Niklaus Mikaelson had never been a being with latent magical abilities. In “life” he had not been the “son of Mikael” with the spark of sorcery in his blood. Maybe that had something to do with not being a true Mikaelson, but he felt it had more to do with the true, natural calling of his father’s blood. After all, it was mother dearest who was the witch, a point she made clear the day she locked away that wolf, the only birthright had as the product of her loins. And maybe, because it was clearly not the blood of his mother, the city called to his paternal blood this evening. Already, even from the semi-seclusion of their current home, Klaus could smell how hot the city was, could sense how it vibrated like the birth of a thousand cicadas, could see the flickering lights and the high smokes that spurned memories of torches long ago.

<p>The nights leading up to this year’s Fat Tuesday had been like watching a bud grow on a magnolia tree. The people who released their passions into the soil that was the streets and the music and the reverie of his city nurtured that tree that would only bloom in full come this night of Mardi Gras. Now it was all sights and sounds, and everyone in the world tonight wanted to be in New Orleans. The festivities had been going on all day, but now as the night fell, it was truly the place to be.

<p>Klaus’ personal festivities had started earlier that day, too. The household had received an invitation to Marcellus’ little get-together at their hotel address about a week prior. Some people might consider it gauche to invite people to such a large party on such short notice, but any New Orleans native could tell you to start preparing for this night several months in advance. Who would RSVP to what party and when and if they would need to cancel because another invitation came in… well, it was all a big social game that Klaus usually had no patience before but had found he actually needed to pay attention to. It was only proper that he should, as a true ruler, and with Elijah only recently returning, Niklaus had to focus on the more societal persuasions usually reserved for the older Mikaelson sibling.

<p>Be it blood or siblings, though, they were not the things that occupied the very front of his mind. When at rest, Klaus appeared to the world as the lazy lion, but the past week had his mind in a frenzy, and it all started with a dress. Lazy winter strolls were, in truth, frantic searches through the high end clothing stores for women. Polite conversations with shop girls and store owners were in fact focused compulsions, driving answers out of people without all the irregularities of salesmanship and smoked mirrors. Klaus had seen more dresses that week than there existed on all the drag queens on Canal Street; at least a dozen dresses a day, and each of them filed him with emotions ranging from disinterest to rage. He even made a girl bleed over one of them to see if that did anything to improve the color, but the dumb expression she had on her face when she was compulsed had him not caring for the dress at all at the end of the day. Nothing filled him with a sense of perfection until Sunday (the Lord’s Day, indeed) when he caught sight of a black dress with fine gold embroidery hanging on a dress form in the workshop of a place secluded from the general public.

<p>The dress had belonged to someone else at first. Then it belonged to Klaus. Now, it would belong to Hayley. The particulars were not really important. Hayley would probably appreciate the dress more, anyway, and it was not often that Klaus would have labeled something as the “perfect” anything. It was rare, and the dress maker and former owner should feel privileged to be a part of it. In fact, they did, once he was finished with them, and they were instructed when to have the dress ready by, on pain of crippling personal disappointment that would haunt them for years and never let their souls escape. It was no surprise to him that the dress was where it needed to be at precisely the right time. Everyone was happy…
<p>…except the one person who was hoping to make happy. It was not to say that she was miserable. It was that she was not happy yet. He had been working very hard to try and make sure that she would be by all this. He had brought the invitation home several days after it had appeared at the hotel front desk, and set it on the dining room table, almost exclusively regularly used by Hayley herself. Yes, Bekah would complain about the lack of time to prepare. She would pull it through, and this was for Hayley, for the theatrics of it all. Hayley deserved the effort… He had no doubt that she saw it, but just to be sure he remained in silent and subtle vigil of her whenever he was in the house. Certain she had seen it, he waited a day. Any longer than that would be cruel, but he also wished for it all to be a surprise. 4 days… that was all he had to wait before he revealed…

<p>The day after the invitation arrived in the house, and he was certain Hayley had seen it, he made sure to bring the subject up to her, just to be sure it was what she would want. He saw the elusive longing in her eyes at the mention of the event, and he instantly knew that he had made the right choice. Anticipation would make this all the sweeter, but the longer he waited, and the longer he played the game, the more he found that the sword had two edges. As he watched the emotions shifting in her, the more he wanted to give the game away just to see her resigned disappointment shift to someone happier. But he remembered the rules of patience and the payouts of anticipation. For one day, he watched her consider the invitation, and let her believe that it was not for her.

<p> He did not make it past the second day before he couldn’t contain it anymore. Niklaus Mikaelson might be a hardened murderer of a monster, but there was a romantic side that he was hesitant about letting out to many people directly. The moment that he decided that this little wolf was “His” was the moment that things twisted on their edged roots. It was mid-afternoon when he approached her, catching her as she was walking from one room to the next in the upstairs all. He didn’t say a word, but walked directly up to her, and wrapped her in his arms. He felt his hands along her shoulders, her back, her hips, her thighs… taking it all in and judging the proper size he would seek for her dress later. His nose rested on the top of her head, his lips at her temple, and he breathed in her scent deeply, still catching the particular perfume she had been using lately to cover up her own aroma. “Coffee…” he stated, almost matter-of-factly. “I don’t think you will need to wear that to the party this Tuesday. The curse is gone, and frankly, if Marcel has a problem with you being there as my guest” as mine “then he will have to bring it to me himself. We’ll just how well that goes.” With a smile that suggested that he knew what he had just said, he kissed her where his lips were speaking against her temple, and walked down the hallways, continuing to the study to let her consider his words.

<p> He did not hear objections from her the next day, which was fine because by then the search for the dress was well underway. It was crucial that he didn’t give her much time to look for a dress herself, so by sundown the next day, the dress was already hanging from a Victorian dress form in her bedroom. He positioned it just right, so that the light from the setting sun could accent against the gold embroidery, while still the fading light still caught the black of the dress to emphasize just of deep that darkness was. It was his hope that he would find it as perfect as he had, and he lingered outside the door with all his hybrid stealth to ensure she found it to her liking. No ever saw these moments.. the behind the scenes. The nervous gift giving of the not-so-Prince-Charming. Just how nervous he could be, even the being such as him, when it came time to give a gift to the woman he was falling in…

<p> She seemed delighted! And he had entered the room to explore the details of the night with her. The time they would leave. Their arrival at the estate. A reiteration of her not to hide herself, that he wanted to show her off on his arm, come what may with the rest of the night. The rest of the evening could descend into wild chaos, but when they entered that courtyard, he wanted the world to be aware that it was theirs.

<p> And now was the night. Klaus himself was dressed for all black, with his metal accents all glinting in a hint of gold. It was there to accent Hayley’s dress, to match it but allow her to shine at the same time. He had mixed ideas about where to greet her, but decided that the best place to see her descend would be in the foyer, as she came down the steps from the bedrooms. And it was here that he waited after seeing Rebekah off with her date… that Damon Salvatore boy… He would not allow his musings over their closeness ruin his mood at this point in the evening, though he did listen carefully for the sound of their car racing off, leaving him and Hayley as the only occupants of the house…

<p>And the world held its breath…




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