Hello all my sweethearts, And welcome to the sequel of Footprints in the summers rain. If you haven't read it yet please do so first because this all will make very little sense if you don't! I know some of you have been waiting a while for this and for that I am sorry! But I hope this makes up for it! I love all of you and hope you will enjoy the sequel as much as you did with Footprints, I love you all. Major thanks to Ashleigh_xx for being my rock! Without you both editing and listening to me b*tch this story would be long gone

Before the dawn falls on royals night
(It had happened on the new queens birthday)
Friend and foe will meet in fight
(They had all gathered to protect her)
For when darkness falls on the sacred land
(Dark witches were starting their war on holy grounds)

Love and fear walk hand in hand
(The queen was fearful for her king, as he was for her)
And when the evil consumes them all
(It was a night where many were lost for the cause)
One of the family will finally fall
(And in the end the queen sacrificed herself for her king)

The world had changed a lot over the years. A once great city now ravished by war. A once iron ruler turned into a complete tyrant, over the loss of his queen. Where the city of New Orleans had thrived years ago, enjoying peace between the species and prosperity now nobody was safe. No alliances were trustworthy, at any time a friend could become foe. Family betraying family. Yet by the tyrants side was the last of families that still depended on each other. The one who stayed even in his darkest of days. Hoping that one day, his queen might return to him. In good times, and bad, after all they we're bound by a promise.
Always and forever.

It had been 8 years 5 months and 1 day exactly since he had laid his love to sleep. He had searched high and low for a cure, for a way to wake her up. But so far every attempt had failed. Yet he would not give up. Niklaus Mikaelson was in every way a contradiction. He was both a very impatient and a very patient man. For instance he had no patience for retaliating against the once who had harmed him and his love. He had strikken instantly, both sadistic and brutal, wiping out an entire coven of witches without a second glance, savouring the blood of his victims, basking in it. But he was patient in waiting for her. He stayed true to her believing with his entire core that the day would come she could be returned to him. He had waited years for her before, what was another couple of years, a decade maybe, if in the end they would have eternity with her.

During the first week Klaus had refused to move her body. Keeping it in the spare bedroom across from his. He barely left the room staying with her, talking to her, holding her hand. The hand that carried the engagement ring he had given her. But when his siblings ha explained he could not stay by her body to protect it forever, because it would interfere with his mission to bring her back he had no choice but to place her in the one place he had sworn was never meant for her.

A coffin in the basement.

Just like all his siblings had a personal coffin, he eventually had one made for her. Unlike the others hers was in pure white, to reflect the light she bore inside her. It was lined with fine golden embellishments giving it a royal luxurious look. He would spend time there painting and drinking. The lighting wasn't as good as in his previous art room but the inspiration was a million times better. But he didn't talk to her anymore like he did in the first weeks, even opening the coffin had become to painful. It had never been more obvious how connected they had been and how his soul was missing hers. It had been physically painful for a very long while. A pain he had learned to live with but did not lessen over the years. It had left him wondering how he had survived the first 1000 years without her.

The strokes of his brushes had unmistakingly formed a picture of her face again. Her face every bit as angelic as he remembered it to be. Yet even with all his might and talent he still felt he didn't do her beauty justice. A final look at the canvas made him do what he had done to every one of his paintings that always portrayed her in the last 8 years. He broke it into pieces throwing it to the side of room. Another big gulp from his bourbon calmed the anger that was raging inside him slightly. Over the last few years he had always been angry. Even though she had asked him not to be. Who did she think she was making such a request from him. To leave him and then demand from him not to fall back into his old habits.

"Dad?!" A voice came from upstairs.

Klaus was woken from his thoughts by the voice of his daughter calling him. He wiped the most of the wet paint from his hand with the cloth that was lying next to him and regained his composure before heading back up the stairs to meet her in the hallway.

"Oh there you are, just wanted to let you know I'm home," Hope said looking at her father. She could tell he was having a bad day again.

Klaus looked at his now 13 year old daughter. In a lot of ways she had matured much too soon, like any teenager her age. He had wished for her to stay a child a little longer. To be the girl that clung to him so fiercely when she was scared. He knew she had been hurting as well under Caroline's absence. Though she never viewed her as a mother, the two of them did share a bond that could only exist between girls. After that, she grew up quickly. Rebekah had made it into a thing that at least once a month she would take Hope shopping when she was in town. Today had been one of those days.

"Please tell me there's some limit left to my credit card?" Klaus smiled at his daughter as he looked at the at least 12 bags in her hands.

"Just barely," Hope laughed pressing the credit card back into his hand and kissing her father on the cheek. "I'm going to put these bags upstairs."

"Hold on." Klaus said stopping his daughter halfway up the stairs. He had realised over the last days he had been in a bad mood and had neglected his daughter. Something he usually didn't do.

"Hm?" Hope asked turning back.

"Why don't we go out to dinner tonight, just you and me?" He asked her

Hope smiled at her father, "I'd love that dad…"

"Be ready at 7, little wolf."

Hope smiled at the nickname her father reserved just for her as she ran up the stairs to put her new outfits in her closet. Preferably before her dad or uncle Elijah saw them. Some of the stuff she bought had been a little on the risky side. Aunt 'Bekah had the best taste in clothes, but if it we're up to her father and Elijah she would be covered from head to toe like in the dark ages. She was glad her father was trying to make an effort, over the last year she had been trying to ask him something she knew was going to need convincing.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her long dark curls falling to just halfway her back. She had piercing blue eyes almost like ice, just like her father and slightly fuller lips just like her mother. She wished often she could remember something of her mother's, just to find a resemblance. Everybody always told her how she was the spitting image of her father, everyone except Jackson. She only saw him around her birthday, but the last two years even then he had just send her cards and letters, he would tell her he was busy helping struggling packs but Hope knew it was because the older she got, the more he would see her mother in her eyes. And it just hurt him too bad.

Hope looked at her closet figuring out what to wear. She would be fine just putting on jeans and that awesome new leather jacket she had just gotten and going out for pizza. But on the rare occasions her father would take her out to dinner, she knew it was going to be a fancy ordeal, so a dress might be the better choice.

When she finished getting dressed it was only 6.15 she still had forty five minutes before they would leave. Hope snuck out of her bedroom and into the hallway listening carefully. The shower in her father's bathroom was still running, so he was probably still getting ready. He would be in there for at least 30 more minutes by her calculations so she did have some time. Carefully she snuck down, across the courtyard taking a left turn by the garden door straight to the cellar. She could tell her father had been in here all day. The smell of wet paint and bourbon hit her nose immediately. There were also broken paintings in the corner. She hated it when her father destroyed his art. To her seeing the broken pieces of yet another painting was like having a direct look at her father's art. After all these years, if you went far enough down it was still all shattered to pieces. Hope walked ahead to the almost illuminent coffin hidden in the back and placed her hand on it.

"Hey, it's me….dad is taking me out to dinner but I had a little time left so I figured I'd come and say hi while he's in the shower. Last time he almost caught me down here and I had to pretend I was trying to steal his booze. Uncle Kol thought I was a prodigy for trying to get drunk at my age already. Aunt 'Bekah took me shopping today. Got lots of new stuff dad and uncle Elijah would never approve off. We we're about to go to lunch when I noticed they're closing the shop you took me to for my first shopping trip. That's just sad, it's like everytime I come down to talk to you something else has changed or is gone. You really need to wake up soon Caroline. I don't know how much longer dad is going to hold on. He's more bipolar than I am, and I'm in puberty….but seriously….he needs you…...I'm asking him today. I really wish you were there for it. Be nice to have somebody on my side...he listens to you…" Hope went on talking for about 15 more minutes before deciding not to take any chances and head back upstairs.

She had started coming to Caroline's coffin about a month after she was gone. At first she would just stare at it holding on to the snowglobe she had gotten for her birthday and then eventually falling asleep. Her family would have complete panic attacks because they wouldn't be able to find her for about half an hour before realising where she had gone too. Eventually her father had said that it was enough and though he didn't actually forbid her to come down here, she knew he disapproved very much. Hope just didn't feel it was worth the constant fight. She and her father had the same temper and when they fought it was always fireworks.

"You look fancy." Klaus said smiling at his daughter as he guided her to his car.

"I figured we weren't just going out for pizza." Hope shrugged.

"Right you are little wolf." klaus smiled as he drove them to the restaurant.

It was a ridiculously fancy place. One of those places the waiter would drape the napkin over her lap, and prizes just weren't mentioned on the menu's because you knew that whatever you did order it was going to cost you a lot. Hope watched her father order a bottle of wine as she got a glass of water. It remained silent until they ordered. Once they did and the waiter took their menu's away it was Klaus who opened the conversation.

"So your Aunt Freya tells me you're developing quite the talent for the craft." he started.

"Yeah, I love it, you can do some seriously cool stuff with magic." Hope smiled brightly.

"As long as you learn to control yourself, don't want a repeat of when you blew up that Cabin in the bayou."

"That was one time 7 years ago dad, and Uncle Kol scared me…" Hope sighed.

"Yeah well Uncle Kol learned his lesson when he didn't have eyebrows for weeks." Klaus snickered.

Hope laughed at the memory of that.

"How are things with the new tutor going?" Klaus finally asked.

"He's ok." Hope shrugged.

"You don't seem that excited little wolf."

Well..now was as good a time as any to ask….

"Dad I want to go to a normal school next year….no more home school." Hope blurted out.

"Absolutely not….too dangerous." Klaus said throwing his fork down, they had had this conversation before.

"Dad it's high school….not the military…."

"You will take your classes at home with your tutor, I pay that man good money to give you the best possible education." Klaus argued.

"But it's not normal!" Hope tried to reason.

"You are not a normal child either."

"But I want to be! I'm so sick of being stuck between the walls of the compound, I want to go to class and hang out in the halls with my friends, have a new teacher every period, I wanna go to prom with a date!"

"You will definitely NOT be dating." Klaus said in a final tone glaring at her.

"SO WE'RE NOT EVEN DISCUSSING THIS?!" Hope shouted getting up from her chair.

"Hope you're making a scene please sit down." Klaus said not looking at her.

"I suddenly lost my appetite." Hope muttered giving her dad the evil eye before storming off.

Klaus sighed deeply putting his utensils down on the table. Teenagers were a handful. He put some money on the table before walking after her. He found his daughter sulking by the car. She was making it very clear she was avoiding his gaze tapping her little foot in annoyance. She looked very much like her mother this way. Anger grew in him as she deliberately tried to annoy him tapping her fingers and taking loud sighs.

"Come on then out with it!" He grunted just as he turned of the parking lot.

"It's not fair you never listen to me!" Hope started shouting again.

"I am your father sweetheart, the whole idea is that you listen to ME" Klaus tried to keep his head calm.

"I'm practically an adult! I'm entitled to an opinion and a say in this!" Hope responded.

"The fact that you think that is proof of how immature you still are, I said no and that will be the end of it!"

"You know i'm not one of your minions you can just order around dad….stop controlling every aspect of my life you are suffocating me!"

"I am protecting you"

"No...you are holding me back"

They arrived at the compound.

"You are barely 13 you think you know better than me?" Klaus asked.

"I am not a child anymore! Stop treating me like a 5 year old"

"Then stop throwing a temper tantrum like a 5 year old"

"LOOK WHO'S TALKING YOU ARE THE FREAKING KING OF TEMPER TANTRUMS"

"WATCH YOUR WORDS YOUNG LADY I AM STILL YOUR FATHER AND YOU WILL RESPECT ME!" Klaus started to get really angry now.

"AAARGH! FORGET IT YOU NEVER LISTEN!" Hope stormed off upstairs to her bedroom slamming the door shut.

Klaus rubbed his temple, like every discussion he had with his daughter this had escalated very quickly. He grabbed himself a glass of bourbon and stood in front of the fireplace when his phone went off.

"This better be important Kol" Klaus spat through his phone.

"Get on a plane to France brother….It's time..."

Earlier that day

Kol Mikaelson had always been a ladies man. He had a flair about him that he knew how to play out well. His rugged good looks combined with that boyish grin had earned him a place in a lot of beds, giving him access to great sources of information. It wasn't that he whored himself out for the sake of the retrieval of information. It was just a bonus he got laid. The last girl had been no different. Mary-Alice Augustine had come from a long line of witches. Her line had been ancient, dating back to the early days when even he had been human. His mother had had a Augustine witch over from the borders of France back when they were human. Their magic was very nature bound. Basing more on the elements.

In time the Augustine Coven had grown large and was split up into four new covens. And that had been the birth of the Water witches, Earth witches, Wind witches and Fire witches. Young sweet Mary-Alice was a founding witch and she didn't even know it. Through the years a lot of them had forsaken their craft, elemental magic was risky and unstable. People had died more often than with other covens. The witch trials had hit them hard. Finding a witch of each element was impossible. Yet there were rumors, rumors of a coven forming here in the middle of France, where just like the old days, all elemental witches would be reunited like one coven. They had lived in great secrecy and practiced in well hidden places Mary-Alice was the key into finding them. He had been working her for the past year, gaining her trust. Teaching her magic. Modern witches did not practice in covens anymore. They practiced rogue by themselves, not bound by the rules and obligations of a leader.

"Come back to bed Ben." Mary-Alice whispered seductively caressing the silk sheets she was wrapped in.

Ben had been the name he had taken on, just in case she had magical friends who could link his real name to his reputation as an Original vampire.

"We vampires need very little sleep darling," Kol said dismissively flipping through a grimoire as he sat at the chair that was in front of a vanity with his feet up on the dresser. His eyes widened ever so slightly at a page in the middle of the grimoire.

"Who said I was talking about sleep," she grinned lowering the sheets a little to reveal her nakedness.

"Sorry darling I would love to do all sorts of things to you but I have business to attend to."Kol shot back with a wicked smile as he grabbed his remaining garments from the dresser and started to dress himself again.

"You make me feel like a cheap bootycall Ben." Mary-Alice murmured slightly annoyed running her hand through her dark black curls so they fell on her left shoulder.

"Don't pout darling it is not attractive." Kol leant over the bed kissing her softly to cure her from her mood.

Mary-Alice was by all means a beautiful woman her skin was the colour of coffee and she had big brown eyes with thick lashes she could bat in a way that made many men's knees quiver. Her hair was almost shoulder length in thick luscious curls like waterfalls down. Her body curved in a way that would make many men dizzy. Yet Kol couldn't stop comparing her to….

It had been so many years since Davina. But time runs differently when you are over a thousand years old . It still pained him as if it were only yesterday. He had taken on the quest of finding the right coven of witches to bring Caroline back for two reasons. One: Even with all the resentment there had been between them, Nik was still his brother and he didn't wish the pain of losing the one you loved onto him. Second: If there was this way to bring Caroline back, maybe they could….

It was a long shot but a shot nonetheless.

He continued his train of thoughts all the way out of Mary-Alice's apartment till he was in his car driving off. Only then he recovered the grimoire along with an amulet he had stolen from the dresser from the inside of his jacket.

Klaus was packing his luggage, a small suitcase with just the bare essentials. A few jeans, some henley's, even the original hybrid needed fresh underwear and his toothbrush. His passport resting firmly in the inside pocket as he took another fully packed suitcase out of the walk in closet. He had kept a few of her stuff packed at all time for a fast departure. He decided against bringing the coffin with him to France. Traveling with the coffin always proved more difficult when traveling last minute. And he had been disappointed before. There had been two or three times Kol had thought he found the solution but ended up being wrong. So Klaus had refrained from taking Caroline with him before he knew for sure. But Kol had been working this lead for the last 2 and a half years so he would go check it out, talk to the coven and if there was a chance this would work he would let Elijah and Stefan fly over with her. There was a knocking on the door.

"Yes?" Klaus responded slightly annoyed as he closed his suitcase and placed it next to Caroline's by the door.

"Aunt Freya just filled me in." Hope whispered as she came through the door her eyes turned to the floor. She was still unsure of her father's mood after their fight earlier.

"I'm leaving right now." Klaus said in a monotone voice, he wasn't sure if he was still being stubborn or forget the whole thing since recent developments.

"Can I come?" Hope asked tentatively sitting on the side of her father's bed as she diverted her look to the packed suitcases.

There was a moment of silence.

"Dad please, I want to be there if it works...and I want to be there for you when it doesn't." Hope whispered playing with the necklace she was wearing. It was the bird pendant that had belonged to her father when he was a child and afterwards gave to Caroline. When she was finally placed in her coffin they had taken it off placing it in a jewelry box she had owned. When snooping around in it Hope had found the necklace and recognised it immediately, since then she wore it tucked under her clothes.

Klaus sighed deeply a frown creasing his forehead over the decision. It would mean letting her go out of the safety of the compound which they had fought over just a few hours before. But he knew how much it would mean to her and didn't feel like fighting again right did he have the time. It had struck a chord with him also that she said she wanted to be by his side for this. Like him aside from pubescent anger his daughter often didn't show her emotions. A trait of the family perhaps. And given how he Kol and Elijah would all be in france and Rebekah was still somewhere in New Zealand leaving her here would leave her solely under the protection of Freya during his stay. He trusted his sister but she was just one witch and the city was in war.

"Ok, pack your bag really quickly." He finally said making his decision.

Hope grabbed her suitcase from behind the door flashing her father the biggest smile. "Already packed one." she said her previous frustration already forgotten.

"They found the witches residing in France." a woman with hair like flames whispered staring into the fire. Fire had no secrets to her.

"Let them try, it will never work." The slightly older man replied studying one of the many scrolls that laid around the penthouse. He resembled the younger woman, though his hair was not the colour of flames it still had a almost rusty colour in the sun. But on dark days it was nearly black and today was a dark day. Lately most days had been.

"You know it will…" The woman said annoyed throwing her hand into the flames to remove the images she saw. It didn't burn her.

"No self-respecting witch would aid a vampire." The man said getting up from his chair and walking to the kitchen for a glass of water.

"I did…" The woman said sadly as she reminisced about her younger days.

"You were young and inexperienced Alexis, you didn't know any better, you do now.." The man said to the girl named Alexis as he sipped from his water.

Alexis stared at her surroundings, this latest penthouse was beautiful, it overlooked the river and the city. It was peaceful. Water would hide their location as they were still hunted, so it was convenient as well as beautiful. "Yeah so it would seem." she whispered in doubt.

"Do not tell me you approve of their ways sister." The man slammed down the glass in annoyance. It shattered in million pieces like so many things would do when he got worked up. Though he claimed to be in control of his powers. Alexis knew better.

"You know I don't Jeff, but she was good to me, we made her a pawn in a war she had nothing to do with." Alexis sighed getting up from the moroccan weaved rug underneath her.

"Are witches not more free in the quarter since the wars? Are they not able to practice their craft in peace without having to do the vampire's bidding, are we not stronger because of this?! We single handedly defeated the reigning king of New Orleans, a goddamn original vampire...THE Original Hybrid, you have to play at your foe's weakness Alexis, she was his weakness, besides it isn't like we killed her." Jeff was getting really worked up now, his sister had grown more defiant towards him as she got older. It had been easier to manipulate her when she was in her teens. To abuse her desire for a family into his plan.

"Yes." Alexis murmured looking away from him. She still didn't like confrontation with him.

"Let him try to get his queen back, even if it works, there is always plan B," Jeff smiled smugly. He walked to his sister and placed a hand on her shoulder. "The time is near sister, we will defeat them soon, and then we can stop running, we can take the city and make it our home again, an asylum for witches from all over the world…. We can create a new family….isn't that what you want?"

"Yes...I do…"

Jeff squeezed her shoulder slightly before giving her a more sympathetic smile. The allure of family and safety always convinced her. "Then let's go, we have matters to attend to and I need you by my side for this." he explained.

Kol walked into the townhouse without any hesitance. Throughout the years he had completely dismissed any fear he should have had of walking into a coven full of young uncontrolled powerful witches. They had heard him coming and the leader, a woman with a tight grey bun met him directly.

"You have no business here, Original." She said in a stern voice chanting words under her breath, they did not affect him. The woman's eyes widened.

"Good, you know who I am, that saves us trouble, don't even try with your silly little chants, I came prepared." Kol said in a matter of fact tone showing him the amulet from under his jacket. "I trust you know what this is?"

"What did you to Mary-Alice!" The woman screeched in shock as she stood in front of the young girls that looked frightened protecting them.

"Nothing she didn't thoroughly enjoy." Kol said smugly flashing a million dollar smile towards the woman. The horror on her face was delightful. "I trust you know why I'm here?" he went on.

"Yes, and you can leave from where you came because we will never help you!" The woman said shaking in anger. For a lady who looked like she was well headed to her 80's, she still possessed a fire in her.

"Now you see, that's a problem, because Niklaus is already on his way and he's less patient than I am, and not so forgiving either." Kol went on knowing mentioning his brothers name would shake them to the core. After years the name Klaus still brought fear to people's hearts. His escapades since Caroline's come hadn't helped.

"Klaus...is here?" The woman said letting out a shaky breath.

"He will be shortly….now two way I see it is, we have two options, one; we wait until he gets here you try and refuse him and this will get bloody quickly...or you and I make a peaceful deal, nobody gets hurt, you aide us and in return I will even give you something for your efforts." Kol said taking the grimoire back from his inside pocket for dramatic effect. Good thing it wasn't that large.

"Is that…" The grey haired woman asked taking a step forward.

"The elemental grimoire yes, quite a nifty thing, even I didn't know a few of these spells." Kol said faking his interest as he flipped through the old dusty thing.

"You can read that?" The woman asked reaching out her hand to touch it.

"Yes." Kol responded as he slapped the book shut before the witch's fingers could touch it. "It's written in aramaic, an old dead language...hasn't been used in nearly a thousand years….except that I was raised in it ….so help us out and not only will I gave you this...I will help you translate it...do we have a deal?"

"Why would you do that?" The woman wearily wandered as she was still blocking the girls from Kol.

"The spell I need to free my brothers mate is in that book. I can read it, but I cannot use it, you can't read it, but your girls can use it… it requires a witch of each element, you posses that….if you scratch my back I'll scratch yours etc etc…" Kol said sitting himself in a chair and putting his feet up lazily. "Now do we have a deal." he asked extending his hand.

"Promise me my girls won't be harmed,they are still young." The old woman walked further towards Kol tentatively extending her hand.

"Scout's honor!" Kol said holding his two fingers up .

"Then we have a deal Mister Mikaelson." The woman shook Kol's hand.

"Wonderful!" Kol exclaimed shaking it back a little too eager.

Klaus was tapping his fingers nervously on the plane to France. This was taking far too long. They had been flying for hours now and started to descent. Nerves made him hungry and due to the urgency of the flight he hadn't been able to compel himself a private plane. Therefor he was hungry. And his anxiousness didn't make it any better.

"Mesdames et Messieurs, nous allons bientôt arriver à l'aéroport Charles de Gaulle, nous vous demandons de rester assis jusqu'à ce que nous soyons complètement arrêtés. Nous espérons néanmoins que cela vous aidera dans vos recherches." the voice throughout the speaker said in a friendly voice.

"What did they say?" Hope asked looking at her father with a tilted head. She had removed her headphones that she had used to listen to the music of whatever band she was into this week.

"That we're arriving and to stay in your seat." Klaus explained in short words his eyes still peaking out of the window scanning to calculate how many minutes it would take.

"Will uncle Kol be waiting for us?" Hope asked again trying to distract her father as she put her headphone's away.

"No he sent me the address, I'll drive…" Klaus replied

"I've never seen Paris before." Hope dreamed staring at the postcard she had gotten from the flight attendant.

"Well little wolf, if all goes well I'll take both of you out for a few days before we go back." Klaus smiled at his daughter.

"Thanks Dad." Hope smiled putting her headphones back on.

"You have a beautiful daughter, you must have been really young when you had her…." The blonde flight attendant said as she passed by for the millionth time obviously trying to flirt.

"You have no idea…" Klaus laughed to himself thinking he was probably the oldest father in the world...well not probably definitely.

After they landed they got their luggage and took the rented car to the address Kol ha texted them. The loft he was staying in was just a little out of the city of Paris. From the outside it looked like an old factory, with worn down brick and aluminum structures, they had to take an old elevator with beautifully crafted metalwork all the way up to the top floor. From there on the scenery could not be more different. It was all white and modern supplied with every comfort you could possibly want.

"There's the prettiest girl in the whole world." a familiar voice greeted them as soon as the doors opened.

"Hi uncle Kol." Hope smiled giving him a very tight hug. It had been over a year since she saw him.

"If I knew you were coming sooner I'd have time to wrap it up but….it'll do just fine this way," Kol said taking a book from the side table. "It has the best love spells in the world in it….not that you would need any ofcourse."

"You want to explain that to him, he thinks I'm not allowed to date until I'm at least his age…" Hope said nodding to her father.

"Come on now Nik, when we were her age we would…" Kol started, Hope always loved the stories uncle Kol had from when they were her age.

"Where's the witch brother." Klaus quickly interrupted to keep him from enlightening his daughter with their childhood endeavours and because he had officially run out of patience now.

"Ready to meet you in the kitchen brother, thought it might be better to talk on home turf… Darling why don't you and I go to lunch, you must be starving and there really is nothing like a good french bistro." Kol held out his arm to his niece.

The two of them left the loft again, leaving Klaus to talk to the witch in private.

"You know who I am.." Klaus said as he walked into the kitchen letting one hand rest on the countertop.

The witch merely nodded.

"Do you know what I want from you." he continued looking at her with his darkest gaze.

"To revive your mate." the woman said hesitantly trying not to release her eyes from his to not show weakness.

"Can you do it?" Klaus asked wasting no time, he had waited long enough.

"I believe so." The woman replied nodding trying to stand her ground against the original hybrid.

"Do you know what will happen to you and your coven should you try and cross me?"

"I know of your reputation, I will not risk my girls by crossing you...you have my word…" The woman said "If your brother keeps your promise to me, I will keep mine to you…"

"Marvelous , let's get to talking then." Klaus said sitting down.

It had taken a couple of days to get things in order but it had seemed that this time they really did have a solution to bring back Caroline. The elemental grimoire required as the guessed a witch from each element in order to match the power that was used to put the hex on Caroline, along with a talisman from each element. Luckily Kol had spent years stealing through different museums and covens to acquire them. For water they used a bright transparent blue rock in an oval shape that was marked with the ancient rune for water carved in it. For earth a bright gold pendant shaped like a perfect round that held grains of dirt from a sacred burial ground it also held the ancient rune for Earth. For air a beautifully woven dreamcatcher that sparkled in the daylight, it was believed to have been made by an ancient indian tribe that held secrets of air magic. And lastly for fire an amulet in bronze with a large ruby in the middle, hexed by Esther herself who had always favoured the fire element.

The spell itself had contained 3 separate parts. First they would de-link Caroline's life force from Klaus'. They would bring her to the edge of death. Klaus had fought this matter harshly pressing that there should be another way, but even Freya herself thought this to be the best possible option. If not the only one. Then they would make sure to attach the part of Caroline soul that was split again and bring her back from the dead. It seemed like an easy job, too easy. Klaus had a bad feeling about this. But he had no choice, leaving her stuck on the other side all alone was no longer an option either. However lonely he felt without her, she would be a hundred times as lonely all by herself all these years.

After 3 days Elijah and Stefan arrived with the coffin. They had placed Caroline comfortably on the bed her body still horribly grey and desiccated. Still she looked beautiful in he innocent lacey white summer dress like an angel that had fallen from grace and was about to be awakened. Klaus had made sure to have her favorite type of blood bag on hold, she was bound to be hungry after so many years. The old witch had brought four girls one of each element, each the best in their own field or so she claimed. The girls and the old lady had formed a pentagram around Caroline, the candles were lit and each girl had the talisman for her element.

They were ready to bring her back.

"Why don't we all go back to residing in the parlor and let Niklaus stay here with the witches. If we all wait by her bedside it might be too much of an ordeal for the young girl." Elijah said diplomatically as he guided everybody through the elaborately decorated double doors.

Klaus just nodded in gratitude towards his brother watching Caroline intently for any signs of life.

As the witches began chanting their flames began to burn brighter. Klaus could tell there was a power present in the room. Tension prickling in the air like needles scratching softly into his flesh. The words were a mixture of latin and ancient aramaic, something that struck him as odd. It was only then he realised it was the girls who were chanting in latin, something about the power of elements binding souls together again. While the old witch was chanting in old aramaic, with a horrible accent he found, i was clear she was not a native speaker like he and his siblings were. She prayed to an ancient goddess, something he had heard his mother do many times before. After what seemed like hours of chanting they finally stopped. Both the girls and their mentor deeply out of breath.

"Why are you stopping?!" Klaus asked looking at the oldest witch.

"It is done, she will start awakening soon." The woman nodded as she blew out her candle.

"You mean to tell me...it worked?" Klaus asked in shock, after the many disappointments he had had he found it hard to believe.

"Did you doubt me ?" The witch asked.

Klaus could only speed next to Caroline's side grabbing her already softening hand as he stared at her. If you watched closely you could see the life coming back to her, finally this was happening, finally he was getting his bright and shining light back. "Thank you." he nodded towards the old witch.

"You are welcome." the old witch nodded back. "I will be taking my girls back now, they are worn out, this spell had been hard on them."

"If this spell has worked and you have brought her back, not only will my brother help you with the translating of the grimoire, me and my family will make sure you and your girls are never harmed again, you will be under our protection as long as you chose." Klaus said stretching out his hand to the old woman as she smiled at the gesture and shook his hand.

"Thank you, Mister Mikaelson." And with that the witches left the loft.

It took a few hours for her to wake. Klaus didn't view it as strange because he remembered from when he had pulled the dagger out of their hearts it had taken them a while to heal from the desiccation as well, and they were original vampire' was not so he figured it would take her longer. Nonetheless he waited by her side patiently as the colour came back to her skin. The others had taken turns keeping them company. Elijah first, followed by Hope who had sat on the other side holding Caroline's other hand until she had fallen asleep. She was guided to another bedroom for rest by Kol and replaced by Stefan until finally a moan escaped her lips and her eyes had started to flutter.

"Caroline…" Klaus whispered softly his voice filled with emotion as she looked at him.

"My head…" Caroline's words broke her voice hoarse from years of silence.

Kaus handed her the cup of blood that had been resting on the nightstand next to the bed "Drink love, you'll feel better in a bit I promise"

Caroline took the cup as Klaus helped her sit up straight before she drank from it. After a few sips her face was overtaken by a look of horror as she threw the cup against the wall shattering it into a thousand different pieces.

"Oh my god is that blood!?" She said panicky backing away from Klaus to the headboard.

Klaus looked at her in confusion.

"What the hell kind of doctor are you?" she asked pushing him away with her hands.

"Doctor? Sweetheart it's me…" Klaus grabbed her hand.

"Who the hell are you? and why are you trying to feed me blood?!" Caroline looked at stefan. "Stefan? What the hell is going on here? Where did everybody go?"

Klaus just looked at her, his hybrid heart starting to break at the reality of what was going on. Caroline was freaking out.

"Care, Care it's ok...he's only trying to help….hey….look at me...What do you remember happening?" Stefan asked holding her hand tightly to reassure her and calm her down.

Caroline was still shaking. "I don't know….I was in the car with matt and Tyler and all of a sudden Tyler got this really bad migraine or something….and he crashed the car…..next thing i know I was in the hospital and...Elena was there she….she…...Oh my god Elena tried to kill me?!" Caroline started freaking out again.

"Caroline….Caroline that wasn't Elena, that was Katherine….." Stefan pleaded with her. "Care….that was nearly 14 years ago…."

Ok there we go! Chapter 1 hope you guys all liked it. Now I know it's been a bit of a build up chapter but every good story needs one lol! I started with mine!

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Eve