A/N: Helloo, here is the long anticipated sequel of My Deranged Savior!

I'd like to thank you all for reviewing the last chap of MDS and for letting me know what you wanted.

It was clear that the majority of you wanted Clary to be involved in a love triangle, so that's what you'll get, but it's going to have some unusual twists... -laughs all villain-like-

Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries or The Originals - all fictional characters that do not include those two fandoms are of my possession.

~~ Enjoy!


A Poison Tree

Chapter 1:

Knocking on the front door of my uncle's home, I awaited on the doorstep with a beautifully wrapped up gift and ornate card attached to its ribbons.

The summer heat made my t-shirt cling to my body, but I enjoyed the beginning of my summer break and being able to spend some time with my family in Mystic Falls.

I always visited my uncles every summer and while Aiden hated leaving the city to live in a small town like Mystic Falls, I absolutely enjoyed the serenity.

No one knew me in Mystic Falls and I didn't have to worry about vampires, werewolves and whatnot else.

A minute or two passed after I knocked on the door, so I raised my hand to knock on the door again, but someone beat me to it and opened the door.

"Happy birthday!" I exclaimed upon seeing Uncle Damon. "Jeez, you look like shit."

He grimaced and rubbed his face that showed clear evidence of him being hungover from a long night of drinking.

Since he and Elena broke up, he hadn't quite been the same.

"Shut up, kiddo," Damon said, pulling me close to him to ruffle my hair. "Where's that spoiled brother of yours?"

"Hitting on girls at the Grill," I replied, rolling my eyes. "He hasn't changed one bit. Still the same arrogant, manipulative and spoiled brat. At least, he listens to me…"

Damon snatched the gift from my hands and pulled me inside, reading the card with a smirk on his lips before unwrapping the gift.

"I don't understand why you buy me and Stefan presents every year. We're vampires."

"So? You just get to have infinite birthdays. Also, I'm sure you'll like this one."

Opening the heavy box, his eyes grew wide at the sight of an old bottle of bourbon with his favorite brand and year.

"Wait a minute… you're 17. How did you get this?" he asked suspiciously.

"I… uh… borrowed it from Kol's collection," I replied awkwardly. "Mom wouldn't let me compel my way to get one."

Damon burst out laughing and hugged me tightly, thanking me for the bourbon without scolding me for how I got it or the fact that I got him alcohol.

I shrugged and followed him into the living room, fixing my long, honey brown hair that had grown nearly the same shade of my father's hair over the years.

I looked like him more and more and despite us having our occasional fights over typical teenage things, then I loved him unconditionally like any daughter would.

Aiden was still the favorite son and outshone me in nearly everything much to my frustrations, but I sensed that Aiden felt like our mom favored me over him sometimes.

She was able to see him as a son rather than the 'heir' and would ground him if she caught him doing something bad.

"How's your mom doing?" Damon asked as he poured himself a glass of his usual bourbon.

"She's… well, she's her usual self. I think she and Dad want more kids sometimes," I replied, remembering overhearing some of their discussions. "Maybe Aiden and I grew up too fast."

"You both have. I mean it feels like not so long ago, your mom told me she was pregnant with you. She's the most unselfish and loving mother I have ever met."

I smiled as he reminded me of the stories my mother told me last year.

As promised, she told me about how countless of vampires had tried killing her and me when she carried me.

She'd fought so bravely to protect me and Aiden, and lost her life in the process, but even in her ghostly form, she refused to leave us behind.

Hearing these incredible and sometimes sad stories made me love and admire her even more.

"What was she like as a human? Before she became a vampire for the first time?" I asked curiously, slumping down on his couch.

"You don't want to hear about that…" he said, grimacing. "If your mom hasn't told you, then there's a reason why."

"But… I don't like being kept in the dark. You know that. I know she lost her mother when she was young and that her father – your father – abandoned her."

Damon groaned so I used my puppy eyes to persuade him. "Okay! Jeez, stop being cute as a button!"

I smirked proudly and tried pouring a bit of bourbon into a glass, but Damon snatched it from me and drank the contents of the glass.

"Right, when your mother grew old enough, she started working as a maid for us, but on one condition. She couldn't tell me or Stefan that she was our sister. Back then, it was shameful to be caught having an affair with someone poorer than yourself."

"Urgh, my grandfather sounds like a douche. No offence."

Damon laughed softly. "Oh, he was a douche bag. Anyway, I didn't know your mom was my sister and was a bit of a snobbish dick towards her. One day, she lost her temper and poured tea all over me in front of Dad's guests. He wasn't happy about that."

I couldn't resist the urge to giggle at the thought of my mother standing up to herself in front of so many wealthy people.

Before Damon could continue the story, Aiden suddenly stepped inside with a beautiful girl, who appeared to be a few years older than he was.

He was attempting to impress her by claiming that the house was his and sweet-talking her into having sex with him.

I grimaced instantly even though I knew he'd become a bit of a manwhore since he hit puberty.

Mom wasn't overly fond of it while Dad sometimes found it amusing and simply dismissed it as Aiden being a normal teenager.

Ironically, he wouldn't allow me to go on dates with guys he hadn't approved first.

"Wait, who are these people?" the young girl asked, glancing at us. "I thought you lived alone."

"Well, I… do in a way. That's my sister and uncle. They visit me sometimes," Aiden lied casually.

Damon burst out laughing and rolled his eyes. "Look, girly. He's only 15 and this isn't his house," he said. "It's mine. You should go."

Clearly offended by Aiden's lies, she slapped him hard across his face and stormed out of the house, throwing swearwords at him on her way out.

"What the hell! Why would you ruin that for me? Did you see her?" Aiden exclaimed, pointing in her direction.

"Yes, she was way too good for you, nephew. Haven't you slept with enough girls for someone who's barely 16?"

Aiden shrugged and ran his fingers through his messy light brown hair, showing no hint of guilt or remorse for his actions.

Figures…

"You were telling me about Mom's previous life…" I continued, drawing the attention away from my brother. "What happened when she got fired?"

"He sent her away to a friend of his, whom he didn't know was a vampire. That's where she first met your father. Your dad saved her life and brought her with him. It wasn't until much later that I discovered she'd become a vampire – which was Kol's doing."

Kol had revealed that to me once and shared the story of how he pushed her off the roof of their home, because he didn't trust werewolves.

I also knew that my Dad ended my grandmother's life and compelled my mother to forget about it.

At first, I'd been furious at him and found it despicable, but then I remembered that that was what vampires often did.

And that my father probably had killed more than one woman in his lifetime.

It was saddening knowing how messed up my family was, but I might as well accept it now rather than denying it forever.

"I don't understand why you're so caught up in their past, Clary," Aiden said, sounding bored. "It's the past. Enjoy the present!"

"Well, excuse me for being a sucker for romance. Aren't you interested in knowing how our parents fell in love? They've experienced way more than we have combined," I retorted.

"Not really, no. I don't want to live up to their expectations or compare myself to them. Why should I? As for romance… then I'm pretty sure it doesn't exist anymore."

"Don't be so sure about that, kiddo," Damon commented, throwing a pillow at him. "You are right though. Neither one of you should try comparing yourselves to your parents. Live the life you want."

"Wise words from a man, who's drinking bourbon before noon…" I said teasingly.

Aiden laughed and finally showed the side of him I knew best – the young teenage boy, who despite acting like a spoiled brat and womanizer, was a loyal and caring brother.

I thought it was time for us enjoy this early noon together, so I forced Aiden with me into town and searched for a nice place for us to eat at.

We rarely spend time together doing normal things, so I never passed on an opportunity to do normal sibling stuff with him.

Finding a diner near town square, we settled with the breakfast menu and ordered our mutual favorite – waffles.

The diner was nearly vacant except for a few elder costumers and small family of three, so it was pretty quiet and calm.

"I don't understand why you always follow our parents' rules. I know you hate them," Aiden said.

"I do, but you saw what not following the rules did. Hell, you were the one who wanted me to follow them, remember?" I replied, stealing a bit of his waffle.

"Not like that. I just implied that you should lay low and not get caught doing what you truly want to do. There's a difference."

He eyed one of the young waitresses up and down and blatantly flirted with her, so I kicked his shins under the table.

"Jeez, are you incapable of thinking with your brain?"

"Of course not. I'm just admiring my choices. Nothing wrong with that." He winked and grinned, making me roll my eyes.

My brother in a nutshell!

I often wondered if he'd borrowed his traits from Kol, because he certainly admired him and his way of living.

Leaning back in my seat, I chewed on my own waffle as I glanced around and noticed a newcomer I hadn't even heard entering the diner.

Strange.

I fixated my gaze on the tall, dark stranger and could tell on the spot that he was a vampire, because his heartbeat sounded nothing like a human's.

He ordered a cup of black coffee and breakfast meal, but he seemed more interested in the news than anything else.

Following the direction of his gaze, I listened in on the current news about the disappearance of a couple people, who lived in the neighboring town.

One of the bodies was found in Mystic Falls, completely mauled and dismembered, as if a pack of wolves had attacked the person.

But there weren't any wolves in Mystic Falls… not any normal ones, at least.

Perhaps werewolves had returned to the town and were causing problems purposely for some personal gain.

But what would werewolves gain from killing innocent humans?

Unless, they weren't humans at all or innocent…

"I know that look," Aiden said, staring at me. "You're going to do something reckless, aren't you? Can I come?"

I grimaced instantly and shook my head. "No. And I'm not about to do anything. I'm just… curious about what's going on, that's all."

"Pssht! You can't resist checking out anything that makes you curious. We both know that."

"Fine! I might go check out the woods and see what's up. You should stay here, though. Go flirt with girls on your own age or something."

I pulled out a few bills from my pocket and placed them on the table before leaving, passing the unknown newcomer on the way.

I sensed his eyes following me and impulsively glanced over my shoulder to find our eyes meeting temporarily.

Finally, getting a better look at his handsomely scruffy face, I felt my cheeks turn crimson and nearly ended up storming out of the diner.

God damn it, I hoped he didn't think I was some weirdo.

Arriving near the woods, I ventured through it in my wolf form to draw less attention and attempted catching the scent of other wolves – both normal and supernatural ones.

One particular scent hung in the air near the location of the mauled body and it smelled strangely familiar to me.

I followed the scent and tracked any unusual prints in the ground, using everything my father had taught Aiden and I on our hunting trips.

The deeper into the woods I went, the stronger the scent became and I suddenly found the rest of the animals becoming unnaturally silent.

Someone was here besides me…

The sound of a twig snapping somewhere behind me sounded, so I swiftly turned and noticed a wolf watching me in the far distant.

When it realized I'd noticed it, its ears fell back and it growled warningly while raising its black nose defiantly.

It seemed as though I'd crossed another werewolf's territory, but how could it be transformed when there was no full moon and it was afternoon?

Growling dominantly, I started approaching it and attempted showing that I was clearly the alpha, but he never backed away or cowered.

"Who are you?" I growled in my canine voice. "And how dare you threatening me?"

"The proper question is… how dare you threatening me. I'm the alpha of my pack, bitch," he retorted viciously.

Losing my temper, I darted towards him with an incredible speed and tackled him to the ground, baring my sharp teeth at him.

"You obviously don't know what I am. Unfortunate for you. Who are you?"

He showed no sign of wanting to back down and overpowered me for a moment, showing off his own set of sharp teeth.

"My name is Blake. Don't bother introducing yourself, Sugar. I know who you are and what you are. You're Clarissa Mikaelson – the daughter of the notorious Klaus."

Oh shit. So my dad was a bit famous in the supernatural community…

"Well, I don't care if you know me or not," I spoke firmly. "You are the one trespassing and creating news by mauling innocent people."

He emitted a sound that sounded like a haughty laughter and approached me casually, remembering to stay at a safe distance from me.

"What's so funny? I should rip your throat open right now for threatening me!"

"Oh, and she has fire! I like that, Clarissa. You're going to need it if you ever cross me or my pack again. From this day on, these woods belong to the Rouges."

And with that, he howled loudly and I noticed several lurking werewolves disappearing off into the darker parts of the woods, leaving me baffled and bewildered.

Who in the hell were the Rouges?

I'd studied enough werewolf, vampire and witch history to know that this pack wasn't a notorious pack many people had come across.

Either they were a fairly new pack or they were excellent at hiding their tracks.

I opted on the first due to the way they mauled these people and allowed them to be found by people passing through the woods.

Taking a shortcut, I rushed back to the Salvatore Boarding House to tell Damon the news and also get some clothes that weren't covered in dirt.

Aiden should be back home by now as well and hopefully hadn't gotten into any trouble while I was investigating.

If anything happened to him, I was positive my father would kill me.

Quite literally, too.


A/N2: Quick note. I couldn't find any living, suitable character from the TVD or TO fandom, so Clary's love interests will be strictly OC.

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