1. Hide! They found you!

With an expressionless face, Klaus sat in front of the fireplace with a glass of whiskey, which he held in his hand. He looked at the blazing fire, like the individual tongues of flame danced and formed a slight shadow on the wall.

A couple of days ago his own mother tried to kill him and his siblings. However, he did not worry about the fact that his own mother wanted to kill him, he worried about the last words she said to him. These last words still sounded in his ears. They kept him from sleeping at night and let him suffering from paranoia at day.

"Hide my son! They're here!" Was what his mother said with hateful eyes to him before he stabbed her with the dagger. His heart was beating abnormally fast when he remembered those words. And every little noise made him wince, like a little, frightened child.

Startled spun Klaus around when he heard heavy footsteps behind him. "Do not do that again," he hissed through his teeth. Elijah, who had just returned from a scouting trip, went past his brother and poured himself a glass of Whiskey. Klaus watched his older brother and knocked impatiently at his glass. He hated being dependent on someone. He did things rather on his own, but after his mother announced the news, he did not a single step out of the house.

"And? Was she right?" he asked finally. Elijah took the last sip from his glass and put it on the table. He went with his right hand through his hair and refused any eye contact with Klaus. "I do not know. I have not seen any signs of their presence, or felt it. But you know, they can not easily be located" Elijah said absently. He has heard his mother's words as well. For centuries he has tried to avoid any encounter with the elders.

"I WANT TO KNOW IF I HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT MY LIFE!" Klaus cried and thus tore Elijah from his thoughts. Klaus angrily threw the glass against the wall, where it shattered into a thousand pieces. After the glass a bookshelf followed and then the expensive desk. "I'll see what I can do," murmured Elijah and just went out of the room.

Klaus was breathing heavily. His rage exceeded all bounds. He thirsted for blood, and indeed for their blood. He is tired of it. Hiding for centuries and worrying about his life. This time it will be different. This time he will be the first to make strikes. He just needs to figure out how to kill these old beasts.

With a scowl Damon walked up and down in their living room. He was there when Esther died and therefore he heard her words to her beloved son. The problem was that he did not know what or rather who she talked about. "Damon, sit down," ordered Stefan. He sat on the leather couch and tried to comprehend what Damon wanted to say to him. But this nervous back and forth running, made it impossible for him to concentrate. "They said he should hide, because someone's back. And who exactly?" Stefan asked. "If I knew that I wouldn't tell you anything and just do everything by myself" Damon replied tartly. Stefan gave his brother a slight grin and saluted him with his full glass of Bourbon. "Are you drinking my Bourbon?" asked Damon. "Perhaps," Stefan replied simply. Within seconds, Damon was in front of Stefan and took the glass from his hand. "Never again," he warned, and drank the rest of the glass.

"Back to the point. It sounded as if Klaus was afraid of them" thought Damon. Stefan nodded approvingly. "But, we do not know if they can help us. Finally, we have no idea who they are, how many there are and what kind of attitude they have towards human" disagreed Stefan. Damon just stood still and made a face. "It seems like a good one if they here to kill Klaus" he said. Stefan rolled his eyes. "I have to disagree with you, brother. We do not know if they want to kill him at all," said Stefan. Damon threw Stefan his famous "Are-you-serious"-look. Stefan just shrugged with his shoulders. Annoyed and exhausted Damon exhaled. "You and your pessimism are already going on my nerves. Please tell me what reasonable vampires would not want to kill him?" asked Damon. Stefan smiled slightly but did not answer.

"And yet you ask me why I do not tell you about my plans?" asked Damon. He went to the large patio window and looked at the big neighbor's house, when he suddenly saw movement in the house. "Tell me, Stefan, shouldn't the house be empty?" Damon asked. In a second Stefan was standing next to Damon and looked in the same direction. "As far as I know it should be" he said. Both brothers looked at the large property and tried to determine whether someone has been located in this building, when suddenly the doors on the second floor opened and a young woman entered the balcony.

Her auburn curls fell slightly over her shoulders and shone in the sun. Perfect body, long legs and her styling let her look like a model. "That's what I call, perfect neighbors," Damon grinned. The young woman who just turned her face to the sun, turned her gaze suddenly right on Damon and Stefan. "Do you think she can see us?" asked Damon. "I hope not. Otherwise it would mean that Mystic Falls has one more vampire" Stefan said darkly and walked away from the window. Damon was still at the window and looked at the young beauty. He raised his hand and saluted her with his drink, before he disappeared as well.

The young woman looked at the big mansion of the Salvatore brothers of whom she heard a lot of things.

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