FAGE 9: The Last Ride

Title: Deal With The Devil

Written for: Blackdragons29

Written By: cloemarrie

Fandom: TVD/Twi

Pairing: Klaus/Rose

Rating: K

Summary/Prompt used: Decades ago he sold his soul to the devil for love. Now his time is up and the Devil is knocking on the door.

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A/N: I would love to thank the lovely SarcasticBimbo for her wonderful beta skills...if it weren't for you and your brainstorming this story wouldn't be as wonderful as it is. Another thanks also goes out to Chantel Knight for the amazing banner! Another HUGE thank you goes out to Speklez for organizing this final FAGE. I'm glad that we got to send FAGE off with a bang like The Last Ride so thank you Speklez. I want to send a very special thanks and appreciation goes out to our Mistress, readingmama, for hosting this wonderful and special gift exchange for the past 8 years. With a heavy heart and tear filled eyes we say goodbye to this wonderful experience! It was amazing with the challenges and wonderful stories that came from them! And to my recipient Blackdragons29 (aka Black Dragons 1985) I really hope you enjoy your gift. I'm a little nervous to see what you and everyone else thinks of this little tidbit, first time ever writing a crossover.

Klaus' POV

75 Years ago

I heard through the grapevine that the devil grants wishes but I never figured that I'd be one to ask for help. I'm ashamed to even consider this now but I'm a desperate man. And so, I'm here in the middle of a cemetery in New Orleans, my home, to ask just that.

"Who dares disturb me?" demanded a harsh voice.

"The Devil, I presume," I responded.

"And who might you be?" the Devil scoffed.

"The name's Klaus. And I'm here to make a deal with you."

"What do you need? Money, fame, charm?"

"Love."

"Then love you will have," he smirked. "But it comes with a price."

"What's the price? Name it and I'll deliver," I sneered. "Love is worth it."

"Your soul," manic laughter filled the air.

"Done!"

~~~DWTD~~~

I was sitting on a cold stone in the cemetery. The witches of New Orleans had forbidden us 'demons', as they called us, from entering. The same location that I met him many years ago.

"Klaus, my old friend," the Devil, himself, greeted as I turned around.

"We are not friends, Lucifer!" I snarled. "What do you want?"

"If that's the way you want it." He grinned. "It's down to business, then."

"What kind of business?"

"Don't tell me you've forgotten," he chided, shaking his head like a disappointed parent.

"Why would I do anything for you when you never followed through with your end of the deal?"

"Don't tell me you never found love," Lucifer said, his grin still present, and his tone mocking.

I stormed off as he yelled at my back.

"Fine! I'll give you a slight hint, and then I'll be back to collect on our deal."

"Where is she?" I demanded.

"You'll find her when you visit a rainy little town in Washington," he advised.

"What little town?" I asked, confused.

"That's all you get," he chuckled as he disappeared.

I was roaming the cemetery, contemplating our exchange, when I heard a noise to my left. My gaze snapped in that direction as Elijah materialized in front of me.

"Klaus, what are you doing out here?"

"Getting some fresh air, brother," I answered with my signature smirk in place.

"Well, we have some business to discuss back at the house."

"After you."

Elijah dashed off toward the house and I followed suit. We sped past bushes and roads until we were home.

"There you are," Rebekah affirmed as we walked in.

"Here we are," I echoed. "Let's get down to business, shall we?"

I sat with my brother and sister at the long wooden family table with a map of the world in the center.

"We need to disappear from New Orleans for a while," Elijah declared and Rebekka agreed.

"Where would we go?" I frowned. "This is our home and I won't let them run us out without a fight!"

"You've seen it. If we fight, they will destroy us." Rebekah frowned. "How about Forks, Washington?"

"That has got to be one of the rainiest places on the planet," I expressed my concern, insignificant as it was.

The Devil's words echoed in the back of my mind, "You'll find her when you visit a rainy little town in Washington."

"And?" she asked. "It's one of the safest places we could go to. It's one of the only places on earth the witches won't show their faces."

"What makes that place so special? They always find us," I stated the obvious.

"We can always find another place, even a different country," Elijah suggested.

"No," Rebekah snapped. "We're going to Forks."

"Bekka, this is our home, we can't up and leave," I repeated. "We are not going to leave without a fight!"

"Nik, you are so bloody unbelievable! We've been fighting for far too long! Why can't we have a fresh start for once?"

"Have we been reduced to this? Running like cowards?"

"Nik, we've done nothing but run from our father for centuries." Her voice cracked as she spoke. "It's time to stop. We can settle down. Maybe, even relax for awhile."

"So, when do we leave?" I asked, sighing in defeat.

"Now," she confirmed.

I grumbled as we followed Rebekah out to the car. New Orleans is our town, our home. Hell, we founded New Orleans, and here we are, cowering and running like a whipped cur.

I opened the passenger door of Elijah's Porsche Panamera and slid in without even a word, slamming the door and leaving the cramped back seat for my lovely sister. I was beyond pissed. They may be making me leave my home, our home, but I won't be happy about it. I don't care what the Devil told me at the cemetery. There's no way the love of my existence would be in Forks, Washington.

"Stop pouting, Niklaus," Rebekah chuckled. "No one likes a poor sport."

I glared out the window, saying nothing.

"Brother, it's not like we're going to be gone for eternity," Elijah explained as he fired up the engine of his cherished car and sped down the road towards our new home.

Elijah pushed the speed limit until we reached the outskirts of Forks, and then he slowed to the more human speed of fifty-five miles per hour. The only way to describe this place in one word was; green. There was a forest on both sides of the road, all green. As we got closer to town you could see little family homes and then the small school off to the right. We kept getting deeper into town and then we had passed it.

Past the town was more forest and greenery and then we started slowing down as Rebekah pointed the way to her friend's house. The house we pulled up in front of was a small, two-story white house with a screened door and a cemented front porch. It was plain. The yard was green like the rest of Forks. I will admit this place is beautiful.

"Ah, we're finally here," Rebekkah stated as we pulled up to the small home next to the forest.

"This is such a small home for a vampire," I established

"Klaus, I didn't say she was a vampire," Rebekah enlightened me. "She's human. I met her last year when I left New Orleans. You and I were at each other's throats more than normal and to let things calm down, I left."

We filed out of the car as a girl bounded out of the house. "Bex, my old friend!"

"Bella, do I look old to you?" Bekka teased.

"Rebekah, we are old in many ways," I teased.

"Shut it, brother. Bella, I want to introduce you to my brothers, Klaus and Elijah," Rebekah introduced.

A serious look appeared on Bella's face as she looked toward the forest.

"It's lovely to meet you both. But let's get inside before anyone sees you out here," Bella suggested.

Wonder what she meant by that? I thought with a quirked eyebrow.

"What does that mean?" Elijah asked.

"There are other vampires here," she warned. "Vampires different than your family. There are also wolves. Or shifters, you might say. They don't like outsiders."

"I knew we shouldn't have come here," I snarled.

"Is that why the witches of New Orleans won't show their faces?" Elijah asked, glaring toward the forest as if he heard something that I didn't.

Bella nodded, "The witches were run out of Washington many years ago. The Wolves warned them not to show their faces around these parts. If they show up, the Wolves will destroy them."

We followed Isabella inside and into the living room. She sat in the recliner while my siblings took the couch and I opted to stand near the window-looking out at the world beyond.