The Doppelgänger Mikaelson

The air was thick with tension as Klaus and Kol entered the room. Their presence was suffocating, a reminder of the sheer power the Originals possessed. Klaus's piercing blue eyes scanned the room, lingering on the lifeless body of Bonnie and the bloodied, defeated Mystic Falls gang. His gaze finally settled on Elena.

"You should have stayed dead," Klaus said, his voice calm but laced with venom. He took a step closer, his expression darkening. "Because of you, I can't make any hybrids. The bloody laws of nature—always demanding balance, always getting in the way."

Before anyone could react, Klaus moved with inhuman speed. He grabbed Elena by the neck, lifting her effortlessly off the ground. She gasped, clawing at his hand, her feet kicking helplessly in the air.

But Kol stepped forward, raising a hand. "Enough, Nik," he said, his tone firm but calm. "There's no need to kill her."

Klaus turned to his younger brother, his grip on Elena tightening. "And why not, Kol? She's the reason I can't achieve what I've been working toward for centuries!"

Kol smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "She's not the root of your problem, brother. In fact, she's the solution."

Klaus frowned, letting go of Elena abruptly. She fell to the floor, coughing and gasping for air as she clutched her throat. He turned to Kol, his expression suspicious. "What are you talking about?"

Kol's smirk widened. "Mother made a little adjustment to the spell. Even if you broke the curse, you still couldn't make hybrids. She ensured that would never happen."

Klaus's face twisted in anger. He punched the floor, the impact cracking the wooden boards beneath him. "That witch!" he roared, his voice echoing through the room. "She's cursed me in every way possible."

Kol chuckled softly, clearly enjoying his brother's frustration. "Oh, don't be so dramatic, Nik. There's still a way. Mother's little trick didn't account for everything."

Klaus glared at him. "And what's her use, then?" he asked, motioning toward Elena with disdain.

Kol crouched beside Elena, ignoring the others in the room who were too stunned to move. "Her blood," he said simply, his voice almost playful. "Her blood is the key. It's the only way you can make hybrids."

For a moment, Klaus stared at Elena, the pieces slowly falling into place. Then, a slow, sinister smirk spread across his face. "Her blood," he repeated, almost to himself. "How ironic."

Caroline, who had been leaning against the wall, nursing her injuries, spoke up weakly. "You won't get away with this," she said, her voice shaking but defiant.

Klaus didn't even spare her a glance. He turned to Kol, his smirk fading slightly. "There's just one problem, brother. There are no werewolves in this miserable town."

Kol's smirk matched his brother's as he stood. "Say no more, Nik."

At that moment, the door opened, and Henrik walked in, dragging a young man behind him. The man's eyes burned with faint anger and fear as he struggled weakly against Henrik's grip. Henrik dropped him in front of Klaus with a satisfied grin.

"A werewolf," Henrik said simply. "Found him wandering outside town. He'll do, won't he?"

Klaus's eyes lit up with excitement. He crouched beside the werewolf, tilting his head as he studied him. "Perfect," he said, his voice low with anticipation.

Kol smirked from where he leaned against the wall. "Go on, Nik. Let's see if my theory holds up."

Klaus wasted no time. He bit into his wrist, letting his blood flow, and forced it into the werewolf's mouth. The man choked and struggled, but Klaus held him steady, watching every reaction carefully.

"Now for the next step," Klaus muttered, snapping the werewolf's neck with a quick, brutal motion. The room went deadly silent as everyone watched the lifeless body fall to the ground.

A few minutes passed, the tension thick in the air. Then the werewolf gasped, his body jerking as his eyes snapped open. He looked around wildly, confused and panicked.

Klaus's grin widened. "Good," he said, satisfaction dripping from his voice. He grabbed Elena roughly, dragging her toward the struggling man.

"No!" Stefan shouted, trying to move, but Kol stepped forward and easily restrained him.

Klaus ignored the protests and bit into Elena's wrist, forcing her blood into the werewolf's mouth. The transformation completed within moments. The werewolf's features shifted—his strength returning as he stood, his eyes glowing with the power of a hybrid.

Klaus stepped back, admiring his work. "A success," he said with a triumphant smirk, glancing at Kol. "Your theory was correct, brother."

Kol chuckled. "Did you expect anything less?"

The Mystic Falls group could only watch in despair, knowing things had just gotten much worse.

Klaus took a moment to study his new hybrid, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "What's your name?" he asked, his tone calm but commanding.

The hybrid looked at him, his voice steady but nervous. "Henry Marshall."

Klaus nodded approvingly. "That's a good name. Strong. You'll do well, Henry." He then turned his attention to Elena, who was still on the floor, pale and trembling. "Take her," Klaus instructed, his voice cold. "And follow me."

Henry moved without hesitation, grabbing Elena by the arm. Her protests were cut off as Damon and Stefan lunged to stop him.

But before they could reach her, Rebekah appeared in front of them, her expression exasperated. She sighed dramatically. "You two never learn, do you?"

Damon glared at her, fists clenched. "Let her go, Rebekah."

Rebekah didn't respond. Instead, Klaus stepped forward and locked eyes with Stefan, his voice calm and deliberate. "Remember."

Stefan froze in place, his body stiff as memories came flooding back to him—memories he had long buried. He staggered slightly, blinking as recognition dawned in his eyes. He looked at Klaus, then at Rebekah, his face a mix of shock and realization.

"Welcome back, old friend," Rebekah said with a smile, her voice almost sweet. She turned to Damon, her smile turning into a smirk. "Have fun with the Ripper now that he's back." Without another word, she disappeared, her vamp speed leaving only a rush of air behind.

Damon turned to Stefan, dread settling in his chest. Stefan wasn't the same. His eyes were cold, his stance different—this wasn't the Stefan he had been fighting beside. This was the Ripper, the ruthless killer who left carnage in his wake.

While Damon tried to process what was happening, Henry moved faster than anyone could react. He grabbed Elena and disappeared with vampiric speed, leaving Damon helpless to stop him. Klaus, Kol and Henrik followed, their departure swift and final.

The only one who stayed behind was Alyssa, standing quietly in the corner, watching the Mystic Falls group with a frown.The silence in the room was deafening as everyone tried to comprehend what had just happened.