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"I'm walking down the line that divides me somewhere in my mind on the boarder line of the edge where I walk alone"

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BLAIR POV

"Thank you," I say after I grab a half empty beer bottle from a random girl. She yells and goes to slap me, but I'm too quick as I push her backwards sending her stumbling  into the crowd of people.

I laugh to myself as I turn the corner, coming face to face with none other than Caroline.

When she spots me, her whole expression changes. The huge grin instantly diminishes from her face and changes to a more softer frown instead. I sip my beer while I think about whether I want to talk to her or turn around. Apparently I'm not given a choice as she approaches me.

"That's a beautiful dress Blair." She smiles, glancing down at my long navy blue dress. It was the most modern looking dress I could find in Klaus's massive closet.

"I know right." I smirk, bringing the bottle to my lips again. Caroline only sighs and shakes her head.

"Did you know Klaus was going to be here?" she asks.

"Is Bourbon Damon's favourite drink?" I remark with a snort, amused with my own joke.

"Dammit Blair, I can't even have a decent conversation with you! When will you end this whole humanity-less thing?" she asks irritably.

"I'll end it when I need to end it," I snap, suddenly feeling defensive. I've now lost interest in this conversation. I move to walk by her but she grabs my wrist and holds me in place. 

"Blair, you're my friend. I know you saved my life the other night, and I know for a split second you felt something," Caroline pleads, her eyes sparkling with tears.

"That's was a mistake that will never happen again," I mutter as I yank my wrist from her grasp.

Caroline scoffs and shakes her head in defeat. "Why?" she asks before I can walk away. "Why did you turn it off?"

I pause, thinking about why I actually turned it off. "Because letting go hurts less than holding on," I say, glaring into her sky blue eyes. Admitting it out loud makes me want to do nothing more than run for the hills or dive into the crowd- anything to get me out of this situation. I don't want to make small talk.

She opens her mouth to say something, but we're interrupted by Tyler Lockwood who looks rather too perturbed for my liking.

"Both of you. I need to talk to you," he says, leading us into a random bedroom.

He closes the door and turns to Caroline and I with a rather estranged look on his face, a bead of sweat trailing down his forehead.

"Whatever you guys are planning with Klaus, you need to shut it down. He has hybrids everywhere, all sired to kill anyone who is a threat," Tyler chastises us.

"What?" Caroline asks obliviously.

"Yeah... about that," I begin, but I don't get a chance to explain as Tyler pushes me up against the wall, his hands wrapped around my neck and his hybrid fangs bared.

"You need to get everyone out of here. Bonnie, Elena, Matt- all of them," he growls.

"Not my job." I manage to say as I gag for air.

"Tyler?" Matt says from behind us. His voice suddenly snaps Tyler out of his trance, and he releases my grip. As soon as he does so, I bare my own fangs and pin him against the wall, holding his arm behind the back. I press hard on his arm, inches away from dislocating it.

"Don't you ever touch me again, dog," I growl, before speeding out of there.

I can't help but feel afraid of Tyler's words. If he's right and Klaus has several hybrids scattered around the mansion, then our plan is deemed to fail and Klaus will stay alive meaning mine and Stefan's freedom is a goner.

I move quickly through the crowd of people, searching only for Stefan who will know what to do. Frankly I don't trust anyone other than him at the moment.

Just as I spot Stefan across the room he spots me and we make our way to each other. Once we're in range, he whispers something: "Whatever you do, don't let them kill Klaus," he says before walking away, pretending he didn't say a thing. 

Confused, and slightly taken back, Klaus appears in front of me, a rather troubled expression on his face as he grabs me and pulls me aside.

"What's got you so worried?" he asks with a smirk.

"Could ask the same thing about you," I remark, still staring at Stefan.

Before he has a chance to respond, one of his supposed hybrids appears looking more anxious than Klaus and I combined.

"You have a visitor," she says.

"Tell my visitor I don't care for more company. I have all I need right here," he smirks causing me to scowl.

"He says his name is Mikael," she continues.

At the mention of Mikael's name, my blood runs cold and my whole body tenses as does Klaus' who glances at me warily. I can't help but gulp as I feared this would happen. I never really bothered to fully listen to the plan James and Damon set, but now I find myself wishing I had chosen another time to tune out.

"We mustn't keep him waiting. Move everyone out back," Klaus growls, grabbing my arm harshly in the process and dragging me along with him.

I don't try and protest because I know I'm walking on nothing but eggshells at the moment. If Klaus finds out I was lying to him, I'm a dead girl along with Stefan.

Klaus and I storm through the crowds of people who have suddenly dispersed and made their way out of the house, probably Klaus's doing considering the amount of vervain filled teens that he isn't able to compel.

As we make our way to the door, I look around frantically for any sign of anyone, but I'm out of luck.

We turn the corner and stare at the open door. None other than a very alive Mikael stands outside it, and Klaus only tightens his angered grip around my arm, pulling me to the door with him.

"Hello Mikael," Klaus greets. "You could come inside- but you're not invited, and I would much rather stand in here and watch as my hybrids tear you limb by limb." He smirks.

I stand beside him, still locked in Klaus's grasp watching in horror as at least two dozen of Klaus's hybrids stand in formation on the field.

"Such a big, bad wolf. You may have changed physically into a bigger beast Niklaus, but you haven't changed your ways. Still hiding behind your toys like a coward," Mikael instigates.

Klaus only stays silent as Mikael continues. "They may be sired to you Klaus, but let's not forget they can be compelled by me," he says just as one of Klaus's hybrids appear, standing peacefully beside Mikael.

I hold in the urge to laugh, knowing it won't do me any good but I can't help but smirk. I have to admit- I didn't see this one coming. For once Klaus is not prepared and his backup is gone.

I speak too soon as the hybrid shoves a frantic Elena into Mikael's arm, holding her in a hostange state sending a look of surprise on both Klaus and mine's faces.

"Woah," I begin, but Klaus tightens his grip as to tell me to shut up.

"Come out here, or she dies, and this batch of hybrids shall be your last. And you'll be forever alone, boy," Mikael chastises. "You mean nothing."

I can feel just by the speed of Klaus's heart and the tightness of his grip just how much Mikael's words must have hurt. I can't help but feel empathy for Klaus, as I can relate to such fatherly behaviour. I stare at Mikael, feeling the heat form in my stomach from the anger I am so desperately trying not to feel. 

"I'm calling your bluff," Klaus growls.

Elena struggles against his grasp, but there's something in the way she carries herself that interests me. The way she locked eyes with me the moment she saw me here isn't Elena like- it's Katherine like. Elena wasn't even supposed to be here tonight, which gives me all the more reason to believe Katherine has once again, made an appearance.  If it weren't for Klaus's strong grip on me right now, I would've lunged across the door and strangled the Kitty-Kat by now.

"If you kill her, you loose your leverage," I point out, although deep down I just want to kill Katherine myself.

"Kill her! See if I care!" Klaus bellows, ignoring my comment.

Mikael lets out a devious laugh, before smirking and turning to Katherine pretending to be Elena. Without hesitating he plunges a steel knife into her stomach sending her falling to the ground, crying out in pain.

"Why couldn't it have been wood?" I mutter with a frown.

"NO!" Klaus roars, but he's given no time to act as Damon suddenly appears behind him, tackling him to the floor. Damon pulls out the lone white oak stake from his jacket pocket, and attempts to stab Klaus with it instantly.

I then along with Katherine pull out the wolfsbane grenades from our pockets and send them flying into the crowd of hybrids, with a very startled Mikael standing beside us as he wasn't expecting Katherine to be here. I guess he's just as surprised as I am, but I'm even more surprised I haven't killed Katherine yet. Before I get a chance to, she speeds off into the night not bothering to stay for the after show.

I turn back and walk to the scene unfolding in front of us just in time to see Stefan tackling Damon off of Klaus and pinning him to the ground. Stefan's actions come as a surprise to all of us- me especially, but then I remembered what Stefan told me earlier.

James appears and pulls Stefan off of Damon, allowing Damon to get up but the white oak stake has been pushed across the floor right at the toes of my feet.

"Blair, do it now!" Damon bellows as he struggles to get up.

Klaus attempts to get up, but James kicks him back down with immense force, leaving Damon in charge of pinning Stefan to the ground. I look at James whose eyes are filled with sadness and panic all at the same time, and for some reason I find it hard to breathe.

He looks so handsome in a suit, and for some reason I am thinking of is the last dance we went to- the last dance where we were on the same team. We were fighting to kill Klaus, but now we're standing on different sides, divided by force, not choice.

And in that second I realize I still have a choice. I have to either stake Klaus who has done nothing but take away everything that I am or stake his father who I know nothing about, but resembles too much of my own father for my liking. 

Stefan's words ring through my mind, "Whatever you do, don't let them kill Klaus."  Although I know it's not a very descriptive warning, it helps me make the decision. 

Without giving it anymore thought, I pick up the stake and turn around, plunging the white oak stake into Mikael's heart.

Cries erupt all around me; cries of protest from Damon and James, cries of shock from the party at hand, and then there's a cry of my own filled with rage as I picture nothing but my father beneath me, as I kill him once and for all. All I can see in Mikael as he dies and lights up in flames is my own father. For all the times he beat me, called me a disappointment, and worst of all when he blamed me for my mother's death. He told me he never wanted twins, that he only wanted Stefan instead. He said twins were too much for my mother to handle, and he never wanted a weak daughter. He's just one of the many things that have assisted in the breaking of my heart.

I feel some sort of release from killing Mikael, but then I realize what I've taken away from myself as well. I've taken away my chance to eliminate Klaus Mikaelson for good. I've taken away my chance to gain back the memories that were so wrongly stolen from me, no matter how pointless they seem to me at the moment. I shouldn't care about the memories- but I do.

"What did you do?" Damon shouts. I stand up away from the burning body, and look at James who looks at me with sympathy. He's not angry, not disappointed, but rather sad for me. Leave it to James Branson to feel sympathy.

"They have earned their freedom," Klaus suddenly says. He walks over to Stefan and I, and compels us. "You no longer have to do as I say. You are free."

Stefan instantly sighs as the compulsion wears off him, but to me nothing happens because I wasn't compelled in the first place. That's the worst part- I wasn't even compelled and yet I chose not to kill Klaus.

With that Klaus Mikaelson walks away, leaving the group of us standing in the wake of the aftermath.

I begin to find it hard to breathe during the heat of the whole thing, and I can't stop thinking about how I let Klaus Mikaelson walk away. The whole reason I agreed to be his slave was to save my brother and to get my memories back.

Now my brother hates me and my memories have walked away with Klaus.

I've committed a crime on myself by stealing the only piece of me that would truly help me remember who I am. Instead I let my anger and vengeance for my father get in the way.

Suddenly its all too much to handle as I feel the world crashing down around me. All the knots of feelings I tied up that night to sacrifice my humanity for my memories are coming loose. The house of cards stacked with feelings are tumbling down, and before I know it, it's too late to stop any of it. It's too much.

This whole night has been a game of Jenga with feelings coming out, and now the whole tower has come down. Hopelessly, I let it all in. I allow it to crash because I don't know what else to do.

I turn it back on.

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[completed & edited: 08/17/2021]