Sent Away: Chapter One

Sometimes life doesn't go as you planned it. Bill Forbes had always looked forward to seeing his daughter walk down the aisle, handing her off to a responsible gentleman who could protect her, and take care of her. As a child she had been particularly close to Stefan Salvatore, and a part of William always hoped that his daughter would one day share the boy's last name, even if it were Italian. Sometimes when he is alone, he thinks about the youngest Salvatore and he dreams that Emily Bennett had never decided to come to his home.

There was a time when William would walk down the street and be kind to everyone he met, but now people avoided him as if he was smallpox itself. At first he missed seeing friendly faces, but now there was nothing about the people of Mystic Falls that he would ever want to associate with. They were all willfully ignorant of the evils around them, a werewolf or vampire would kill, and they would hand him an alibi on a silver platter. Witches said they only cared about balance, but their trickery made William uneasy. Witches tended to serve to no side of the war against evil; in Bill's mind they were just as bad as any other non-human.

Every time the sky goes grey, William remembers that night. The storm outside thrashed and howled, demanding that no creature left their domain. He was just about to turn in for the night when he heard a harsh knocking at the door. Having been the only one up at that hour, he opened his home to see a woman in a dark cloak. He couldn't place her right away, but he believed her to be one of the servants for the newcomers in town.

"Good evening Mr. Forbes, I am sorry to call on you so late, but I have news about your daughter and it is of the utmost importance." Her words suggested urgency but her tone was flat and uninterested, as if she showed up simply because she had nothing better to do.

Normally he would not welcome someone whom he did not know into his home, the last thing he needed was to unknowingly allow a vampire to kill his only child in the one place she could be safe. William had seen this woman walking in the sun, and she appeared to have bought several unusual herbs at the store the day before, this led William to believe that this creature was a witch. Had it not been for his daughter, he may have turned her into the council right then and there, but since it was he indicated for her to follow into her study.

"Talk, but make it brief, your kind are not welcomed here," he snapped.

"Very well. Last night I received a vision of the most peculiar nature," her voice grew distant as she spoke, "Caroline will not truly reach her 18th birthday, but instead she will spend the rest of her eternity as the very thing you hate the most. In the end you will see that is results from one man, a man she thought she knew…" Her voice trailed away until it was barely audible. Her words lacked theatricality, and that made it all the more eerie.

There was one thing that Emily kept to herself, however that was because it was not up to her. She was indebted to Katherine, but that didn't mean she had to like it. With any luck William Forbes would create a mob that would rid the town of all vampires, and she'd finally be free. For now she just had to return to Ms. Pierce, knowing very well that the truth Mr. Forbes just learned, could very well destroy him.

"Why are you telling me this?" He demanded.

Emily Bennett just gave him a knowing smile, and slowly she left his home.

William just stood there empty. How could the very thing he loved more than anything in the world turn into the only thing he truly despised? Vampires were the lowest of the low, for werewolves and witches often had no choice in what they were, but Vampires reveled in their unnecessary evil, having no excuse for the abomination that they were. William had to get his daughter away, protect her until this foretold future had passed, lock her away from any and every man until the day she turned 18. If he failed, surely, he would have to kill her himself.

Niklaus Mikaelsen never thought he would see the day that he grew bored with cat and mouse. Why Katerina chose such a little boring town of no value to hide in dumbfounded Niklaus. If she were to die (which she would) at his hand, should it not be in a place of consequence? Killing the wench wasn't enough for Klaus though, he needed to make her suffer, make her feel as though she had finally found a home, a way out, and then he'd let her watch as her whole world came crashing down around her.

Someone needed to up the stakes in this chase, for he had been taunting and torturing Ms. Petrova (or Pierce as she liked to be called now) for the past few centuries, and everything was stating to feel routine. After all, he didn't want Katerina to feel as though she was free. He'd keep an eye on the last doppelgänger, and then when she reached true ecstasy, he'd destroy her.

From his place behind the shrubbery Klaus watched as she toyed with the two brothers. Her behavior as a vampire was far more like Tatia now. As a human she valued love and life, now all she cared for was survival. Knowing that he stripped her of her most basic compassions brought Niklaus pleasure.

Something pulled his attention away from the traitor and her gentlemen. It sounded like a scream, and someone was crying. These were both sounds Klaus was accustom to, of course, but what could possible be going wrong in such a small inconsequential town as this? His victims were dead and buried in a place that would take the humans at least a century to find, so he knew that the sounds of distress were not on his accord. The noise continued, it was definitely a girl's voice, and he'd rarely heard such anguish, even on his most cruel of occasions. He pried himself from his hiding spot and flashed to where the noise was coming from.

"Daddy, please, don't make me go, I'll be better I promise. Don't you love me?" The girl cried and pleaded at the man who was holding her against his chest.

"Of course I do baby girl, that is why I have to send you away, just for a little while, away from any man who could possibly hurt you." His voice was far away, and even Niklaus could tell that this was one of the hardest things that man had ever had to do.

As the girl continued her pleas, Klaus examined her. She was blond with wavy hair, not truly curly, but definitely not straight, and it was the color of the palest and softest honeycomb. Her figure was slight, but pleasing, and she wore a pale blue dress that made her skin look fragile like porcelain. As she trashed in her father's arms, Klaus knew she had a fire in her, and as she squirmed she was finally able to turn around.

He knew it was impossible, for he was well hidden, but her eyes seemed to bore right through him. Even though they were filled with tears her blue eyes held love and compassion. Her face was beautiful and soft, as though she could forgive even the most horrible of monsters.

Her father threw her into the waiting carriage, and with that she was gone.

She was heading to a place far away, but her father didn't know that the one monster that he and his daughter should fear above all else was going to follow her. Perhaps this small town wasn't going to be as boring as he first perceived.