A/N: I've recently been reacquainted with 'Vampire Diaries' and discovered 'The Originals' which both got me hooked (especially 'The Originals'). One of the many reasons as to why I like them, contrary to, say Twilight, is the colourful gallery of characters. The depth and complexity of characters makes the story and I've realized that the plot is written in a way, where you, in time, comes to like and even root for the so-called villains. Let's face it; Damon, Kathrine, Klaus and even Silas - you love them, don't deny it ;P Well, Damon is a given and I suspect Ian Somerhalder to be a major reason for that, but I've come to love Joseph Morgan's Klaus too - very much! I mean, Klaus and Caroline are perfect and adorable! Therefore, I'm giving them a story, because, they not only deserve it, they need it!

I'm starting out with a little taste in the form of a prologue, so if you like it and wanna continue to read, let me know!

Enjoy!

Prologue

"He is your first love… I intend to be your last… however long it takes."

So this was it.

This was how it was going to end.

Klaus guessed it made sense, dying with a fulfilled life, redeemed and all that. Although, he had hoped to get at least one more thing right. One thing in particular, which had avoided him for five centuries.

Living for 15 hundred years, he had seen a lot, mostly cruelty. Felt a lot; mostly betrayal and loneliness, but for the last couple of centuries, things had slowly changed; it had changed ever since her. She had been the beginning of it all. Then there was the return to his home, reunion with old friends and family, taking it all back, the witches, the war and Lucia. So much had changed during that time, a very dark time in the history of New Orleans, but fortunately, they had all managed to come safely through it. Until now. What would happen now, to Elijah, Rebekah, Lucia, Marcel and the entire French Quarter – his home, his family?

Klaus moved slightly, trying to become more comfortable with the ropes, forcing his arms in a vertical direction, rather uncomfortable after several hours. Red blood trails, from never-ending bleeding cuts, decorated his naked chest. He hissed in pain as the soaked ropes cut his skin - a highly concentrated mixture of wolfs bane and vervain. Normally none of this would not hurt him much, but when being weak, from blood loss and powerful dark magic, it became quite effective. It held him in check, very powerless and at his enemy's mercy. Klaus had never thought this possible, being immortal and everything, but with time, people had become smarter and somehow managed to find a way to end him, or so it seemed.

The pain had dulled and replaced by a numbness. A cold draft circled through the stone dungeon, causing Klaus to shiver, something, which was new to him. He had not felt this cold and weak, since he was a human and it scared him a little. His body was shutting down, giving up slowly, but steady.

He had to give it up to the hybrid. Teaming up with powerful witches, using all the newest and oldest research, techniques and even dirty tricks, to end him.

Klaus started thinking back at the last half millennium. So much had changed. He had changed. Klaus liked to think that he had improved, in the eyes of others and hoped, that the people he had surrounded himself with, actually enjoyed his company.

He thought about her. They had better not hurt her, or Klaus would make sure to haunt them, the rest of their miserable lives, and then, when they died, he would tear them apart, piece by piece. Klaus may have been reformed over the years, but when it came to her, there was no mercy for hurting her. Klaus may be here, on the edge, but if they were honest to the deal, at least she would be safe.

A few centuries ago, Klaus had made sure, that his bloodline was broken, so if something happened to him, his bloodline would live on and he would live on in them. His death would not cause Caroline, Marcel or the thousands of vampires and hybrids to die too. It had been a very hard and painful spell, but the Bennett sisters back then, had managed it.

Klaus looked up, when the iron door opened and a young witch, no more than 16, entered the dungeon. She smirked, as she circled Klaus taking in his bad shape.

"Really Niklaus, you look pathetic," she said mockingly and graphed his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze. Klaus glared at her.

"I don't think you would look much better, were you in my place, mother," Klaus replied, his voice dripping with hate, he should have known. The witch' smirk grew.

"So you figured it out, did you?" She patted his cheek lightly, "Of cause you did. You're dumb, but not stupid,"

"I wish I could say the same for you Mother," Klaus retorted, "How was death? And how is Father doing, still burning in Hell?"

Esther gritted her teeth and glared at her son.

"Very educational," she said and pointed a finger at Klaus. He screamed as an excruciating pain ran through his head, like a thousand stakes, "And coming back I learned a very interesting truth. I knew that Rebekah and Elijah was weak against love, but I never imagined you too, imagine my surprise when I found out and someone like her, you could have done better."

Klaus breathed hard as the pain slowly subsided, with Esther lowering her hand.

"If you touch her, I swear…," he whispered in between breaths.

"Oh come, come Niklaus," Esther said with a grin, "you can't do anything about it, so why care?"

Reaching the iron door again, she turned towards her son one last time and waved at him.

"Tell your Father hello from me, "She said gleefully, "and don't worry, I'll make sure your little vampire joins you soon enough, after I've had my fun with her."

Klaus screamed at the closed door and fought to get out of the ropes, which only seemed to tighten around his wrists, digging deeper into his cold flesh.

This could not be happening; it could not be the end. He would not let it. Somehow Klaus had to break free.

For her.

All for her…

A/N: How'd you like it!? Let me know!