Taking Over Me.

Prologue.

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Bonnie gasped, effectively jolting herself out of the spell she had cast. She fell backwards but was quick enough to use her hands to stop from falling onto the candles placed in a circle around her. She could feel the panic and weight of what she had just seen begin to push down on her already.

"Did it work?" Stefan asked before Bonnie even had time to catch her breath. She frowned, she was doing a big favour for him the least he could do was wait for her to get her breath back before hounding her with questions. She hated doing these kinds of spells, they always revealed something dark and often caused more trouble than good. She didn't want to be the reason for another person getting hurt, or worse.

"I'm not sure what happened." Her forehead crinkled up. "I saw a woman, it must have been another witch, I could sense it. She was late 20's, red hair, tall. She was with Caroline." This confused her.

"Caroline?" It was Damon's turn to speak up, from the other side of the Salvatore's living room, leaning against the nearest door frame.

"Yeah, she was in trouble. The witch had hold of her and was doing some pretty strong magic. I didn't recognise anything she was doing." Bonnie reached into her pocket to retrieve her phone as she continued to describe what she had seen. "It was on the side of the main road by the woods but Caroline's car was the only one I could see." She pressed call on her mobile and held it up to her ear. Damon was quickly dismissing himself, off to search for Caroline she presumed. "Voicemail." Bonnie gave a quick groan of frustration. "Stefan, where's Elena? Didn't she say she was going round Caroline's tonight?" Maybe they were in luck, maybe they could stop this woman, whoever she was.

"She called me earlier. Her car wouldn't start so Caroline was going to go round hers instead." Stefan calmly stated, realisation dawning over him as he spoke. "A little bit convenient, isn't it?"

"We have to get to her and soon. This was so strong that it must be tonight I'm seeing." Bonnie was blowing out candles as Stefan rushed out of the room. She stopped before she reached the last one, wondering why this was the image she was shown when asking for a way to kill Klaus. Hoping that this could be a twisted but good message.

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Klaus was angry. Angry at his mother for her betrayal. Angry at the news that there was yet another way for someone to kill him. Angry at Caroline for lying to him but mostly angry with himself for believing her. He must have looked like a love struck puppy, following her out of The Grill and asking her all these silly questions about her. He was crushed when he figured out what was really going on. He didn't fancy her anymore, this went a lot deeper than some crush. All he could think about were her sparkling blue eyes and glowing smile. She was the perfect light to save him for the darkness he had succumbed to over the years, or at least that's what he secretly hoped. But she was too good and he was beyond redeeming.

As he tore out the last few pages of the last sketch book and threw them into the fire, he wished his feelings that seemed to burn with the same intensity would turn to ash and smoke like the paper did.

"Niklaus, now is not the time for wallowing. We need to make a plan." Rebekah spoke from a nearby chair, a glass of alcohol gripped firmly in her hand, half empty after watching her brother.

"Why? If they knew what was written right in front of them, don't you think they would have used it by now? We are in no less of a disadvantage then we were ten minutes ago because they are oblivious." Klaus replied.

"This is not like you. You always have a plan, you would never rely on ignorance to keep yourself alive." Rebekah placed her glass on the table next to her and leaned forward, trying to catch his gaze.

"Actually I've found ignorance is very useful." He sighed and placed the now empty book back on the desk and walked over to the chair opposite hers. "If we start digging for information on this new oak then people will notice. They'll start wondering what we're looking for and try to find answers as well, and soon they'll discover the questions we'll be asking. If we simply ignore this then it will remain ignored." He stretched back into the chair and rested his feet in front of him, relaxed, almost as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Rebekah growled and stood up suddenly. She sped over and leaned as close to his face as she dared. He didn't flinch. "I don't what that little blonde thing said or did to you, but you are too old, no. You are too powerful to let some baby vampire cloud your judgment. She might be nice and pretty but just fuck someone and get over it."

He didn't move, he just stared into her eyes as she had her moan and walked out of the room. Maybe she was right. Why was Caroline getting to him? He'd fancied girls before and did just as his sister had suggested and suddenly he no longer cared about them. So why was she so different?

Klaus liked being a hero for her. It was brief but he had seen it in her eyes the night he saved her life. The way she looked at him and believed him when he told her of all the beauty in the world that she deserved to see. The way she felt curled up to his chest as she drank his life to save her own. At first he had just gone over there to just win over Liz Forbes but when he had seen Caroline tucked up in her bed, looking so scared and alone he liked that it was him who was there for her.

He wasn't a hero though. He wasn't even a vaguely nice person so that one touching night that affected him more than he intended was a mistake and he was a fool for thinking she would see him the way he wanted her to. He had tried afterwards, with the bracelet, the dress, the dancing and the art but why would courting and trying to charm her work after all he's done? Yet he still didn't want to give up on her without having at least told her how he truly felt. Without having felt her lips on his just once…

A loud commotion downstairs quickly distracted Klaus from his current line of thought. Doors opened and slammed shut almost immediately, there was a few shouts and some more doors slamming. Klaus sighed. Even in this huge mansion he couldn't get 5 minutes of quiet.

"Nik!" Rebekah was calling him and it sounded urgent. He rushed down just in case it was one of the Salvatore's trying to be "brave and bold" or "impulsive" but soon came face to face with Rebekah looking confused, a woman he had never seen before standing next to an unconscious Caroline who was lying on a sofa.

"Before you do anything rash, I think we should all introduce ourselves first." The mystery woman spoke, holding her arms up and out, as if that could stop him... Klaus paused. His initial reaction was to hurt this woman but he stopped himself. Giving her a quick glare and began to study her. She was around 31 or 32 years old but Klaus wasn't certain. She was tall and skinny, Klaus wondered how she could have possibly carried Caroline in here on her own. Her skin was pale and she had light red hair that went past her shoulders in waves. Klaus' frown deepened. Everything about her practically screamed witch. "I'm Sue Carson and I am here to deliver a message." A sly smirk graced her face as she ran her hand over Caroline's hair.

That was it. Klaus could only feel rage as his eyes became darker and teeth began to grow.

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