This is the first chapter of Battlefield. It's a Klaus/OC story. Araya is sixteen going on seventeen, near six foot tall, and she has a pixie-cut. The color of her hair changes a lot. Her eyes are light blue, almost grey in color.

I really hope that you enjoy this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Battlefield isn't my best story since I have many after school activities, homework, family drama, my own original stories, and hopefully a life.

Disclaimer: I do not own TVD, but I do own Araya.

Araya Hiddleston opened her eyes to the new day. At least, it was Saturday. As she rolled over she thought about how wrong whoever said that bed always felt better on Monday.

She felt her hand come in contact with soft skin of a muscly body.

"Damon."

"Raya, I love the new color of your hair. Ginger suits you."

"Please tell me you're surprising me and you didn't get me drunk last night to make my panties come off."

"Would I ever-?"

"Damon you've tried to sleep with me since you moved back here."

"I was successful once."

Raya blanched at the reminder of her sex-capades with Damon. That was something she didn't want to think about ever again. She slipped from her bed and sat on her desk chair, watching Damon slip his shirt back on.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Damon."

"C'mon, we need to go to the Boarding House."

"Would you please—" She was going to ask him to leave, nicely for once, but . . . It's Damon.

"You weren't at the decade dance."

"No. Not after what happened at and after the last one."

Damon smirked. "Klaus made his second move in Alaric's body."

She froze, no wonder . . . Alaric would never . . . kiss her, for heaven's sake, he was old enough to be her father and he was her teacher! He couldn't just kiss her. She was relieved that it wasn't really Alaric, but distraught that it was really Klaus.

"I thought so . . ." She looked back at Damon. "Where's Elijah? Why is he not helping with this?"

Raya couldn't believe after everything she did to ensure that no one important would get hurt and that Elena would come back to life, Damon would just throw it all away. But then again, it had been this way with Damon for a while. She glared at the group of them. IT hurt because she had worked so hard . . . it hurt because she liked him.

"YOU DID WHAT TO HIM AT THE DINNER PARTY?" she shouted, slamming a fist onto the table top, cracking it. Damon and Stefan stared at the damaged table.

"Raya . . ." Stefan started because no one else had gotten over their shock yet. "What—what was that?"

Her secret was getting harder and harder to keep . . . but she couldn't let anyone but Mr. Let's-Skip-Town-Tyler Lockwood, Elijah, and Jeremy know it. If it were to get out to anyone that she could be in the lineup for the ritual . . . Nothing would be okay if they knew. They worry about everything and they thought Araya was the one thing they wouldn't need to worry about.

"It was nothing," she said brusquely. "Elijah wants Klaus dead, and he knows how to do it without killing Bonnie and he can bring Elena back! Don't you realize you've killed us all?"

"Alaric did it. I wanted to, but I would have died," Damon almost whined. "Speaking of which, what the hell did you mean back at your apartment by, 'I thought so'? Did you know Klaus was in town in Alaric's body?"

Stefan said, "Quit interrogating her, Damon."

"I don't remember saying that."

"What did you mean?" Damon pressed.

"Alaric isn't the type to try to seduce one of his students," she said simply with a soft shrug of her shoulders. "It's not a big deal. Now back to—"

"Raya, you should have told us," Stefan said calmly.

"You should have told me everything! I have to help while I can!" Araya quickly realized her mistake, she let on that she only had a matter of time. It wasn't necessarily true, it was possible. Klaus had met her and being his age he could probably tell what she was right away. "I mean, what's stopping him from killing me? Huh? Nothing! If you hadn't killed Elijah—No, no, I'm done."

"What do you mean? Raya, we have to protect Elena, this town, and anyone else who could ever meet Klaus. Klaus will—"

"I'll still help protect everyone."

Raya picked up her jacket and walked towards the door. She pulled it open only for it to slam it behind her.

Damon rushed after her.

"Where do you think you're going, Ray? Klaus is running around town and you live in the same building as him!"

"He's exactly who I'm looking for!"

"WHAT?" Damon roared.

Stefan laid a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Damon, calm down! Now, Raya, why would you want to go to Klaus?"

"To convince him to stop."

Damon growled, "I won't let you go."

"Just how are you going to do that?" Her plan was going to work. She knew it.

"Promise me that you'll go straight home, Ray? Straight to your apartment." Stefan interjected.

"Are you stupid, Stefan? She won't go home!"

"Promise."

She just never said she promised.

The door was unlocked. One would think that after a thousand years that he would lock a door, especially if he had his true body stashed in there. Of course, she didn't know it was there, but if Klaus was in Alaric's body, his actual body had to be somewhere. She pushed the door open to see Katherine staring wide eyed.

Katherine mouthed, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, well, come back for more, wolf girl?" Alaric-Klaus was leaning over the island bar and drinking a glass of blood. So she was right, he knew about her

Araya wanted to ignore her erratic heartbeat and the way her hands trembled slightly. Her head spun and ached while her body felt completely drained of any energy whatsoever. She wanted to relate it to anything other than fear. Some of it was anger, she knew that, and she knew it was fear.

"As if. I don't want to . . . you know, with my history teacher's body."

"Wolf? She's a—"

"That's enough, Katerina." Katherine closed her mouth at Klaus' command.

"Why don't you tell me your name, lovely?"

"I'm sure Katherine's already told you." Raya leaned against the door frame. "If not, she can."

"Is there a reason you're here, Araya?"

She bristled at his use of her name. It sounded, well, good running off of his tongue. "I heard about everything that happened at the dance last night."

"Yes . . . mourning a friend?"

"Yes, I . . ." Araya couldn't decide on what to do next. "I'm here requesting that you don't hurt any of my friends. Don't use Tyler, Stefan, or Caroline for the Damon? Add him too. I usually leave him out of things because he's a pain in my ass."

"You exclude deoppelicious and yourself. Why?"

"There's no asking for you to spare Elena because it's useless; she's the doppelganger. I'm not here to have a long discussion."

"You didn't full answer my question. Why not yourself?"

Araya shook her head slightly and slipped from the apartment. Her nerve was gone and she couldn't believe she had just requested things of the oldest vampire in the history of time. Once she woke up Elijah, he would kill her for doing it. His feelings weren't quite so innocent. She liked him a lot too.

"All the other kids with those pumped up—" Quickly she answered her phone with a quick, "Hello?"

"Raya? Oh my god! I was freaking out! Damon and Stefan told me—Oh, never do that again! You, Elena and I need to have a sleepover and—"

"Caroline, I'm okay. Not a scratch on me or anything. And yes, I'd love a sleepover."

"Okay, great. Your place or the Boarding House?"

"Not my place. Klaus is in Alaric's body, in Alaric's apartment, and probably a little pissed off at me."

"Maybe we should meet up at the Grille . . . Like now."

Thank you for reading. Next update should be next week!

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