Hello, hello! This right here is the sequel to my OC/Salvatore Brothers/Elena story, "Cold Black Days." You don't have to read the first one to understand this story at all. Just know that Stefan and Lea (my OC) are Klaus' pets and have been for a while now. Oh... and Damon has skipped town.

By the way, the title may change. It's the only thing I found fitting and it's three in the morning soooo...

"And Love Said No"

Chapter 1 – Klaus Mikaelson Must Die

So much blood stained the marble flooring in the Mikaelson household that I couldn't make out which was mine and which was Stefan's any longer.

Griping at the wound beneath my tattered and sanguine soaked shirt, I clambered over to Stefan's fallen body with little finesse. I grit through the agonizing pain that was enough to kill most, because making sure the maimed vampire marinating in a pool of blood was more important that my own safety.

"Stefan," I whimpered, voice weak and barely audible. My hand reached out to grab ahold of him only to fall short as he recoiled away.

"Get out of here, Lea," he groaned, chest heaving as his body suffered from the werewolf venom overtaking his body. Sweat layered his skin the sickly color corpses transitioned took after decomposition took place. "Save yourself."

"And leave you here to die?" That wasn't going to happen. I couldn't live with myself knowing I left him for dead. "We're in this together."

We sold our souls to Klaus for each other, we spent the past five months doing his bidding together, and we'd fucking die together.

"And so end's the tragic tale of the star crossed lovers," Klaus said, sauntering down the staircase that led to the bloody ballroom we just battled twenty-plus hybrids in. "Except Elena is actually Stefan's star crossed lover. You, Lea, are just the pathetic knock off."

Klaus may have been the reason we were in this situation, but he was also the remedy to it all.

"Fucking do something, Klaus," I cried through the pain, clutching Stefan's trembling body in my arms. I hated the man, but I had to put my ego aside for Stefan's sake. "Please."

Klaus gave a psychotic smile, eyeing us like prized possessions. He didn't even pretend to seem concerned. He traipsed over to our fallen bodies, frolicking through the puddles of blood like he was in a field of peonies and baby's breath. "In exchange for what, my love? What have you to offer me of use? You and the Little Ripper are both mine."

"Go to hell," Stefan coughed, globs of crimson spilling from his mouth.

"I expect you'll be visiting soon before I will. Especially if those bites aren't tended to and soon." Klaus said. "Promise to not forget of me and do send me a postcard."

Lids becoming heavy, body and resolve weakening, I closed my eyes and leaned a bit more onto Stefan to relieve some pain. "Please just give him your blood and fix this."

"In exchange for?" Klaus asked. "I'm not one for favors."

There wasn't much time left until I gave into my body's urges. The more time wasted meant the deadlier the deal between us all. "We'll do anything."

"'Anything' has quite the broad meaning." Smoothing away my matted hair, Klaus sighed happily. "I suppose weaning yourselves off vervain will be enough. I like to keep my pets compellable."

Biting my lip, I stifled a moan of protest to his wishes. Vervain was the only thing fully preventing us from being his slaves. Without it we were royally fucked.

"Tick tock goes the metaphorical clock, my darling." Kicking Stefan's shell of a body, Klaus chuckled. "Don't want the Little Ripper to tucker out too much."

"Deal," I cried. "No more vervain."

Klaus kneeled down beside me, careful no to sully his clothes too much, and offered me a freshly punctured wrist drizzling with the cure to all our problems. I reluctantly latched onto his flesh, letting his warm blood fill me. Klaus may have been a vile and evil man, but his blood was the fucking holy grail. It was dark and malevolent, swelling with rage and murderous tendencies, but tasted like clove and spices roasting over a cackling flame. My nails dug into his arm, pulling him closer to me in desperation for more.

"Good girl," he cooed into my ear. He held me close, shielding me from anymore harm - as if he didn't give me the schematics that led to the Lion's den. "I know, I know, those hybrids can be nasty buggers when they desire. They won't be back, I promise."

Tossing away his arm once I was finished with him, I scooted away as he fed Stefan. I shielded my shame with my hands, hiding my face from the two before me. Maybe I should've just given up and died. At least in death I would've been rid of the torture.

"Lea, I'm so sorry." Stefan pulled me into his embrace. I buried my head into his chest, suppressing everything inside of me that wanted to bawl into shirt.

Stefan didn't give me empty promises of how this would all be okay, or how he'd fix this. We both knew those would've been lies. Instead he let silence overtake us both because there weren't any words in any language that could've made this better. The only thing keeping me sane was that I wasn't alone. Stefan would be there to hold my hand, wipe away my tears, and comfort me when I needed him.

"Are we finished with the touching moment?" Klaus yawned from afar. "Honestly, you both have been through this for five months now. Are you both not conditioned yet?" He didn't give us time to answer him. "Come now, both you clean yourselves up. There's a witch in Boston I need tortured."

Ripping myself from Stefan, I went to march over to that asshole hybrid before stopping myself. I may have been healed and visibly unharmed, but one false move and Klaus would've sicked his mutts on us again.

"Can we do that tomorrow night?" Stefan took a different approach and asked politely. "We're both a little shaken up from everything that's just happened."

"No," Klaus said, voice cold and indifferent to what we went through. "Meet me at Mystic Grill in an hour or Lea will be the witch getting tortured."

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Don't know where this is going or how quickly I'll be able to update, unfortunately. I do hope that this was a good first chapter and wasn't lackluster. Do be kind enough to tell me what you think if ya wanna.

Question: How have you all been enjoying the new season of VD?

It's been the best season since season 2. I'm glad there's no Mikaelsons in the show, it made it too congested. I will say that I hate the Originals though and that show needs to get canceled.

Tata for now.