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Quinn stood in the middle of what was rapidly turning into the Mikaelson compound, a sweeping estate Klaus had claimed through a few murmured words and a compulsion strong enough to erase ownership. Hybrid after hybrid moved through the halls, carrying coffins, antique trunks, and furniture that looked as if it belonged in European museums rather than rural Virginia.
"I thought we were leaving," she said when Klaus appeared beside her with two champagne flutes.
"We are. Eventually." He handed her one with practiced elegance. "There is still unfinished business here. The doppelgänger, her blood, stabilizing the pack. These things require patience."
"That wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain blonde vampire you saved from a werewolf bite last week, would it?"
Klaus kept his expression carefully blank. "Caroline Forbes was dying. I had the cure. Allowing her to perish would have been churlish."
"Churlish," Quinn repeated, eyebrows lifting. "One word for it."
"Are you jealous?"
"Should I be?" Her voice stayed light, though curiosity pressed beneath it. She had seen the way Klaus had looked at Caroline. Not hunger. Not possession. Something gentler. Something that made Quinn wonder.
Klaus set his glass aside and pulled her close. "Caroline reminds me of something I have not allowed myself to feel in a very long time."
"What’s that?"
"Innocence. Hope. The belief that the world can still be kind." His voice grew quiet. "She reminds me of you. The way you were in Chicago, before Mikael turned you. Before I taught you to survive by killing."
Quinn felt the words land with a peculiar ache. "So you see your redemption in her. The woman I might have been."
"No. I see a reminder of what I cost you. And I will not take that from her." Klaus brushed a strand of hair behind Quinn’s ear. "Caroline may stay hopeful. You had yours taken."
"By you?"
"By Mikael. But I did not fight hard enough to keep it for you." His honesty hit like a bruise.
"So you are not interested in her romantically."
"I am intrigued by her spirit. She challenges me, refuses to bend, does not fear me in the ways she should." He smiled faintly. "But no. I am not replacing you with a blonde vampire half your age. I am attempting to be someone who stops damaging everything good that crosses his path."
"That is surprisingly self-aware."
"I learn from the best." He kissed her forehead. "Besides, Caroline made it abundantly clear she finds me infuriating. She prefers her vampires well-behaved."
Quinn laughed despite herself. "Probably learned from watching us."
"Probably."
Elijah appeared in the doorway, looking like patience pressed into human form. "Niklaus. The coffins are ready. Are you certain you want to proceed?"
"It is time." Klaus drained his glass. "I have kept them locked away long enough."
Quinn followed them into the reinforced room that would serve as the family vault. Four coffins waited, their ornate designs at odds with the concrete walls. Three held Klaus’s daggered siblings. The fourth sat empty, a reminder of contingency plans Quinn preferred not to think about.
"Finn first," Klaus said. "He has been daggered nearly nine hundred years. He will not be grateful."
"Difficult is charitable," Elijah murmured. "But yes. He must be woken."
Klaus pulled the dagger from Finn's chest. For several heartbeats, nothing moved. Then Finn convulsed, gasped, and grabbed Klaus by the throat, lifting him against the wall with surprising strength.
"You," Finn rasped. "You daggered me. You left me in darkness for centuries. How long?"
"Nine hundred years," Klaus said calmly, making no effort to free himself. "Welcome back."
Finn released him abruptly and stared around the room, taking in the strange lights, the modern clothing, Quinn’s jeans, and leather jacket.
"The world has changed," Finn said hollowly.
"Quite a bit," Elijah agreed.
Finn steadied himself. "I want to see Mother. Where is she?"
Klaus and Elijah exchanged a long look.
"Dead," Klaus said. "I killed her."
Finn moved fast. He slammed Klaus against the wall again, fangs bared. "You killed our mother."
"Yes. And I would again." Klaus held his gaze. "She cursed me for existing. She bound my wolf because she despised what I was. I killed her for it."
Finn looked disgusted. "You are a monster."
"I am aware. But you are awake, so choose. Kill me or stand down, because we have more siblings to rouse."
Finn finally stepped back, shaking with fury. "You should have left me in the dark."
"Possibly," Klaus said with a shrug. "But we are trying something new."
"What, exactly?" Finn asked.
"Family therapy," Elijah said dryly. "Kol insisted he be woken next."
"Chaos incarnate," Klaus muttered.
"I heard that," came a muffled voice from inside a coffin. "Rude."
Klaus blinked. "You are awake."
"Have been for five minutes," Kol answered cheerfully as he pushed open the lid. "Finn raving about murder was a lovely lullaby."
He sat up with a manic glint in his eyes, climbed out with supernatural grace, and stole Elijah’s phone before anyone could stop him.
"A tiny computer. Fabulous. What year is it?"
"2012," Elijah sighed, retrieving his phone.
"Marvelous." Kol looked around. "I missed world wars and moon landings. Typical."
Then he saw Quinn.
"Darling Quinn!" He crossed the room and kissed both her cheeks. "I knew you looked familiar. Chicago, Morocco, that dreadful French embassy party. You wore green. I wore someone else’s name."
Quinn stared. "Marcus?"
"One of many," Kol said proudly. "You look radiant. I am delighted Nik did not destroy you."
"He tried," Quinn said. "We are working on it."
Kol grinned. "I adore you."
He darted away before Klaus could object. Finn stalked out soon after, muttering about needing air.
When they were alone, Klaus exhaled. "That was remarkably smooth."
"Your standards are catastrophic," Quinn said.
"And yet you stay."
"Love is irrational," she said with a small smile.
Three days later, Quinn was training hybrids when Caroline arrived. She looked hesitant, clutching a small gift bag.
"Hi. I was hoping to catch Klaus."
"He’s with the mayor," Quinn said. "I’m Quinn."
Caroline blinked. "Right. Klaus mentioned you. From Chicago."
"That’s me."
Caroline held out the bag. "I made this. To thank him for saving me."
Quinn peeked inside. A hand-drawn sketch of a horse. Surprisingly beautiful.
"You drew this."
"I didn’t know what to get an immortal sociopath, so I went with art."
"He will love it," Quinn said honestly.
Caroline studied her. "You’re not what I expected."
"What did you expect?"
"Someone terrifying. Klaus is terrifying."
"I’ve had ninety-one years of practice," Quinn said.
Caroline hesitated. "How do you love him?"
"I don’t excuse him. I believe he can be better. And I love the man he’s trying to become."
Caroline nodded slowly. "That makes sense. Sort of."
The night before the gala, Elijah called a meeting. The parlor filled with Originals, Quinn, and Stefan.
"Mother has contacted us," Elijah announced.
The room went silent.
"She has been resurrected," Elijah continued. "She intends to attend the gala."
"Absolutely not," Klaus said.
"She linked us," Elijah said grimly. "All of us. If one dies, we all die."
Quinn felt coldness crawl down her spine.
Esther wanted to end them.
All of them.
Later that night, at the gala, Quinn danced with Elijah, then Kol, then Finn, each interaction layered with tension, humor, or both. The mansion glowed with candlelight and the hum of whispered gossip.
And then Esther appeared.
"Quinn Fabray," she said. "Walk with me."
On the terrace, Esther revealed everything.
Her plan.
Her conviction.
Her intention to kill every one of her children.
"You have three days," Esther said softly. "Say goodbye."
Then she left Quinn alone with the weight of extinction.
Klaus found her minutes later, eyes full of fear, and he rarely allowed anyone to see.
"What did she say?"
"She is going to kill you," Quinn whispered. "She is going to kill all of you."
Klaus went still, the kind of stillness that suggested a dam cracking.
"Of course she is," he said quietly.
Quinn grabbed his face. "We will stop her."
"Will we?"
"Yes. Because I love you, and love is enough."
He held her like she was the only thing anchoring him to the earth.
"Stay with me tonight," he said. "Let me dance with you. Let me pretend none of this is happening until tomorrow."
So she let him.
They danced beneath the chandeliers while tragedy circled the room, waiting its turn.
And across the ballroom, Esther watched her son hold the only woman who had ever softened him.
For a moment, doubt crept in.
Then she remembered the blood.
And hardened her heart.
Three days.
Then she would end what she created.