Reincarnated as Elijah Mikaelson: A Power Beyond Klaus

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Chapter 7: The Art of Subtle Revenge

before I handle the the war coming I need to start dealing with Klaus's nonsense, I finally had the tools to even the playing field. My newfound abilities weren't just for fighting witches or securing artifacts—they were also perfect for a bit of harmless sibling rivalry.

And by harmless, I mean mildly traumatizing but ultimately character-building.

It started with the wine.

Klaus has many vices—violence, manipulation, the occasional melodramatic soliloquy—but none are as sacred to him as his wine collection. So, naturally, I replaced his finest bottle with vervain-laced water, knowing full well he'd down it without a second thought.

The result was... delightful.

"WHAT IS THIS?!" Klaus roared from the parlor, his voice echoing through the estate.

I strolled in casually, holding a book in one hand and a glass of bourbon in the other. "Something wrong, Niklaus?"

He glared at me, his eyes blazing. "You know damn well what's wrong! My wine—MY WINE—tastes like death!"

I sipped my bourbon, feigning confusion. "Perhaps your palate is simply lacking sophistication. Have you considered taking a break from all the blood?"

Rebekah, who had been lurking nearby, burst out laughing. "He's got you there, Nik."

Klaus growled, his hands clenching into fists. "You think this is funny?"

"Not at all," I replied smoothly, though the faint smirk on my lips probably gave me away.

Klaus stormed out, muttering curses under his breath, and I allowed myself a small moment of satisfaction.

Score one for Elijah.

The next prank required a bit more effort but was worth every second.

You see, Klaus has a habit of leaving his journals lying around—yes, he writes journals, and yes, they're as melodramatic as you'd expect. So, I took the liberty of adding a few "entries" of my own:

March 12th, 2024

Today, I came to a startling realization: Elijah might be right. Perhaps my methods are... flawed. I should strive to be more honorable, like him.

March 13th, 2024

I saw Elijah's reflection today. His jawline is truly unparalleled. How does he maintain such perfection?

March 14th, 2024

Rebekah was right. I should really stop throwing tantrums. They're so... unbecoming.

When Klaus found the altered journal entries, the look on his face was nothing short of priceless.

"ELIJAH!" he bellowed, bursting into my study.

"Yes, Niklaus?" I said calmly, not even looking up from the book I was reading.

He slammed the journal onto my desk. "WHAT IS THIS?!"

I glanced at the journal, then back at him. "A fascinating insight into your psyche. It's good to see you engaging in self-reflection."

Klaus glared at me, his jaw working furiously. "You think this is funny?!"

"Only if you do," I replied, a faint smile tugging at my lips.

Rebekah wandered in at that moment, took one look at Klaus, and burst into laughter. "Oh, this is brilliant! Elijah, you're my hero."

Klaus's growl could've shattered glass. "You'll pay for this, brother."

"Undoubtedly," I said, still smiling.

It wasn't all pranks, of course. I did eventually have to reveal my new abilities to the family.

The opportunity came when Klaus—shocking, I know—decided to antagonize yet another faction of witches. They retaliated by casting a binding spell on him, leaving him temporarily immobilized in the middle of the estate.

Rebekah and I stood over him as he fumed, his eyes darting between us.

"Well?" he snapped. "Do something!"

Rebekah folded her arms, smirking. "Why should we? You're much more tolerable like this."

I sighed, stepping forward. "As amusing as this is, we can't have you bound indefinitely. Allow me."

With a flick of my wrist, I nullified the spell, the threads of magic dissolving into the air. Klaus staggered to his feet, his eyes narrowing.

"What was that?" he demanded.

"Magic nullification," I replied simply. "A recent... development."

Rebekah raised an eyebrow. "Since when can you do that?"

"Since recently," I said, not elaborating. "It's quite useful, as you can see."

Klaus's eyes narrowed further. "And what other 'developments' are you hiding?"

I allowed myself a small smile. "Let's just say I've been exploring my potential."

Rebekah grinned. "Oh, this is going to be fun."

Klaus, however, didn't look convinced. "If you're keeping secrets, brother, you'd best remember—secrets have a way of coming back to haunt you."

I inclined my head. "Duly noted."

Later that night, as I stood in the courtyard, I couldn't help but reflect on the day's events.

Three abilities. Nullify, harden, track. They were enough to keep me ahead of the game—for now. But the witches were growing bolder, and Sophie's plans were far from over.

For the moment, though, I allowed myself a small moment of satisfaction.

Let the witches plot, let Klaus fume, let Rebekah scheme—whatever came next, I'd face it head-on.

After all, revenge is a dish best served with style.