Hey guys! I've decided to break up the story. It was already hitting 75 chapters and the new season hasn't begun, so I've decided to put season 2 over here. For anyone just starting this story, it's a sequel to The Veil Between Love and Hate. This will be the same chapters from that story until chapter 11. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

The plane ride home did little to calm K's mind. She was still reeling over her forced departure from New Orleans. It had been a while since she was compelled to do something and she hated it just as much as the first time. Nothing in the world could make you feel weaker than compulsion. It left you feeling disgusting.

K's body was tired when she walked through her front door. She opened her windows to air out the stale scent in her apartment and despite her feverishly thinking mind, her body moved slowly.

She didn't want to unpack, but it was habit for her to grab the same few things from her bags every time she went somewhere. She didn't covet much in the world, but the pieces she did were never far away. Besides, K had to be sure the antiques weren't injured someway in her cross-country trip.

Tossing her heavy bag onto her bed, K unzipped it and was met with the familiar sight of her leather book. It was wrapped in a loose fitting, tunic styled top in order to keep the crumbling pages from falling out. She lifted it and gently unwrapped the ancient piece. No sooner than she had, K noticed something peeking out from the top. Her eyes narrowed at the new piece of paper. It wasn't parchment like the others and far too new to have been there before. With a light tug, it slid effortlessly out of the book. Her name was written in script on the outside of the folded paper.

She knew who it was from immediately.

Kalli,

I'm sure even now you're still cross with me. I understand entirely.

I am sorry for what I've done, but I hope you realize I had no choice. You may think you're more than capable of handling whatever the other factions will inevitably throw in our direction, and you probably can, but I don't want to risk it. With Hope gone, you are the only other thing they can use against me. True they can still attack Elijah, but you're not an Original and it is our fight. I can't in good conscience ask you to fight a battle we started decades ago. I plan on this ending as soon as possible so you can come home once again, if you're still willing.

I am truly sorry, Kalliope, for everything that's happened to you because of me or my family. When this is over, when everyone is gone and the threat is eliminated, I pray you'll come back to New Orleans and we can all start again.

I love you Kalli, a sentiment I no longer thought myself capable of. I hope you understand the reasons I've done what I've done.

Eternally,

Klaus

The letter was short and to the point, but it was a point K wasn't sure could penetrate her thick head. And yet she couldn't put it down. She kept reading a specific line over and over again. It was something he'd said to her on more than one occasion when she was alive, but something she never thought she'd hear again.

While slipping the letter into her things when she wasn't looking was sneaky, the more K read the letter, the more grateful she became for its existence. It helped her –in some strange way- to understand why he'd sent her away.

Regardless it hurt, but it didn't matter. For the moment she had no choice but to accept what was happening and hope that soon, the problem would be resolved.

What she didn't know –what none of them knew- was the threat in New Orleans was greater than any of them realized. Mikael was no longer a figment of Klaus and Elijah's imaginations. He was real, tangible and breathing. The Hunter of Vampires was brimming with rage for his children and he wasn't alone. Ester, their mother, was walking the Earth as well.

Klaus gravely underestimated the threats he thought were circling. Soon, he'd begin to wish he'd left New Orleans too, but he'd never regret sending K and Hope away. No matter what awaited him or Elijah, he'd never regret saving them.

It was the one redeeming thing he'd done in his life, one thing he could be proud of before his parents came to murder the bastard abomination they'd created.

Just a reminder, Kuh-lie-oh-pee