Threads of Fate: Riena's Mission

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The journey to Klaus’s house had been a quiet one. The tension in the car was thick, with Elijah sitting close to Riena in the back seat, his hand brushing her silver-white hair every so often, as if claiming her even in the smallest ways. Riena was entirely unaware of the turmoil brewing around her, her attention focused on the passing scenery, her laughter occasionally filling the car, unaware of how the brothers’ gazes never left her.

Klaus, behind the wheel, couldn’t stop sneaking glances at them through the rearview mirror. His wolf stirred restlessly at the sight of Elijah’s hand on Riena, the casualness of the touch driving him mad with jealousy. His chest tightened, his eyes flickering with possessiveness. He couldn’t quite control the instinct to claim her—his eyes kept straying toward her as they drove.

The more she laughed and spoke with Elijah, the harder it was to ignore the tight coil of longing and frustration in his chest. He forced himself to focus on the road, but the battle inside him was obvious.

“So,” Klaus began, trying to pull her attention away from Elijah, “What else can you do besides being a witch and a fox?” His voice was smooth, but there was an undercurrent of something darker. “You must have more tricks up your sleeve.”

Riena smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, you know. A bit of everything,” she teased. “I’m not just good with magic. I can fight, too. I’ve had to survive on my own for quite a while.”

Klaus’s interest piqued as he glanced back at her. “Fighting, huh?” His voice dropped, his smile curling into something more predatory. “I’d love to see that.”

“I’m sure you would,” Riena replied with a wink, blissfully unaware of the tension building between the two brothers. Her voice was light, full of the charm that had both men entranced.

Elijah, whose fingers had lightly brushed her hair again, could feel his jealousy flare again. The way Klaus looked at her—like he couldn’t decide whether to kiss her or snap her neck—made Elijah’s jaw tighten. His eyes darkened but he said nothing, choosing to remain silent in the backseat.

Klaus parked the car in front of his sprawling mansion. The moment the engine turned off, the quiet tension between the brothers was almost unbearable. Klaus had been watching Riena for the entire drive, but now, as they arrived, he was keenly aware of the discomfort hanging between him and Elijah. He wanted to address it, but not now—not with her around.

“Here we are,” Klaus said, his voice smooth but taut with anticipation.

Riena smiled at the grandeur of the mansion. “Impressive,” she remarked, her eyes glinting. “I didn’t expect anything less from the infamous Original hybrid.”

Klaus chuckled, the sound dark and alluring. “Impressive is just the beginning.”

They entered the mansion, and Klaus led them down a long hallway, his footsteps echoing through the empty halls. It was strange—this house that had been his sanctuary for centuries now felt cold and foreign, as though Riena had already claimed a place in it. It was unsettling, and he wasn’t sure whether to embrace or resist the feeling.

They reached the room where Klaus had hidden his siblings in their coffins, waiting for the right moment to wake them. He turned to Riena. “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s not something to take lightly,” he asked, his voice softer now.

Riena smiled at him, her blue eyes glistening with determination. “You didn’t bring me here to back out now,” she said confidently. “Let’s get this over with.”

Klaus met her gaze, nodding, before he moved to the first coffin. Elijah moved to the other side of the room, but his eyes were never far from Riena, his jealousy still simmering under the surface.

Together, Klaus and Elijah removed the daggers from the chests of their siblings, the sound of each one scraping free like a reminder of the burden they’d been carrying for so long. Klaus’s hands trembled slightly as he pulled the last dagger from Finn’s chest, his heart heavy with the weight of his choices.

Riena watched quietly, her eyes flicking to each of the coffins as Klaus placed blood bags in front of their mouths. She could feel the energy in the room, the centuries of pain and betrayal swirling around them. She didn’t know what was going to happen after this, but she knew one thing for sure: everything was about to change.

Suddenly, a low groan escaped from Finn’s lips as his eyes fluttered open. “Klaus,” he snarled, his body stiffening as he recognized his brother. “What have you done?”

Before Klaus could speak, Finn surged forward, his fist connecting with Klaus’s chest in an explosive motion. “You’ve betrayed us for the last time!” Finn shouted. “Why the hell would you wake us after all these years?”

“Finn, stop!” Klaus snapped, but Finn was already moving toward him again. The fury in his eyes was blinding, a mirror of the anger that had been festering for so long.

Kol was next to wake, his eyes snapping open as he hissed, “What is this, Klaus? You drag us out of our peaceful slumber only to bring us to this hellhole?” His voice was sharp with disdain as he attempted to throw himself at his brother.

Riena stepped forward, her hand raised as she spoke with authority. “Enough,” she said, her voice laced with magic. Her command rang through the room like a bell, and the brothers froze mid-step, their bodies held in place by the powerful force of her will.

The room fell silent as Rebekah, the last to awaken, blinked slowly. She looked around the room, her gaze shifting between Klaus and the others. Her eyes finally settled on Riena, who stood at the center of the room, the embodiment of calm and power.

“What’s going on here?” Rebekah demanded, her voice sharp. “Why are we being awoken?”

The three siblings, still caught in Riena’s magic, turned their eyes toward her, their expressions shifting as they took in her beauty. The tension in the room shifted, and for the first time, Klaus saw something flicker in their eyes—curiosity, fascination, and, perhaps, a hint of longing.

Kol, his usual playful demeanor replaced with a serious expression, raised an eyebrow. “Who are you?” he asked, his tone softened by the effect Riena had on him.

Finn’s gaze hardened, but even he couldn’t ignore the strange power radiating from her. “What are you?” he asked, suspicion in his voice.

Rebekah, her usual sharpness replaced by a new awareness, stepped forward, her gaze never leaving Riena. “You’re not like the others.”

Klaus, his chest tightening with something he couldn’t quite name, watched them all carefully. The room was now thick with tension, but it wasn’t from the anger they’d brought with them—it was something else entirely, something Klaus couldn’t ignore.

Riena stepped forward, her magic dissipating as she spoke with quiet confidence. “I’m here to help,” she said, her voice firm. “And you all need to understand that.”

The room fell silent as the three siblings processed her words, their gazes locked on her. There was something about her—something that made Klaus’s wolf stir inside him, urging him to claim her, to protect her.

But for now, they would have to wait.

The tension in the room was palpable, and Klaus could feel the weight of what was to come.

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To be continued...