Like many fans of the Originals, I was crushed and disappointed that they killed off Klaus and Elijah in the series finale. Elijah's death was the most shocking to me, but I've already written two stories featuring Buffy/Elijah. I decided that I wanted to write a short one at the very least with a Klaus/Buffy focus. This story is really just the beginning of a possible series. I'm laying the groundwork.

Set at the end of Season Five of the Originals. Klaus is desperate to save the life of his daughter. He hears about a witch with tremendous power and searches for her. He finds her best friend first. In the BTVS world, this is set about two years after BTVS, making Buffy twenty-four years old.

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of Whedon's characters. The Originals was created mostly by Julie Plec, who vastly changed L. J. Smith's Klaus from the Vampire Diaries books.

Chapter 1: A Father's Plea

******New Orleans******

Klaus was enraged. His brave, foolish, and wonderful fifteen-year-old daughter, Hope, had decided that she would not let her father and his siblings stay away from her any longer. They had to separate for the good of everyone as each of his three vampire siblings had taken inside themselves a portion of an ancient evil spirt that had possessed Hope. This action was drastic and ensured that they stay away from Hope and one another indefinitely because when they were in close proximity, the evil spirit worked havoc. Its power was greater than anything they have ever faced in their long lives. Then Hope's mother Hayley was murdered by a Nazi vampire while his big brother, Elijah, looked on. When they wiped Elijah's memory, no one could foresee that Elijah would ever be party to the murder of the woman he loved. Elijah's memories were now restored, but Klaus' family was still broken. Elijah could not forgive himself for allowing Hayley to be killed, and Hope wasn't having much more luck either as she was there and saw Elijah not defend Hayley. She saw her mother die.

Hope was too much like Klaus—impetuous and rash, yet she had her mother's determination. She had decided to perform a very powerful spell to take back all of the evil spirit, thus allowing the Mikaelsons to be reunited. However, the cost to her was great. The evil would consume her if Klaus did not find a way to save her. Surely, there had to be a witch out there somewhere who was strong enough to save his daughter?

His older sister was a thousand-year-old witch. Klaus would not accept that Freya could not help his baby girl. She was with Vincent, who was head of the New Orleans coven of witches, when he found them at Rousseau's.

"Klaus," Freya said. "Is everything all right?"

"No, everything is not all right! You both recently informed me that the evil in my daughter will destroy her! There has to be a witch out there somewhere who can do what the two of you cannot!" Klaus exclaimed.

"You think I don't want to save my niece? I've watched her grow up! I love her more than just about anything, and you know that!" Freya said angrily.

"I might know someone that can help," Vincent admitted reluctantly.

"Really? Who?" Klaus said, sitting down at the table next to Vincent. He knew this witch loathed him, but he was quite close with Freya. Surely, he wouldn't lie about this?

"I don't know the witch, but I have heard rumors about the Red Witch," Vincent said. "She nearly destroyed the world in a rage once. Then she supposedly empowered an army of young women to kill vampires—those soulless demon kind, which have existed much longer than your family."

"Those rumors are true? Vampires existed before my mother's spell?" Freya asked.

"The ones from a real demon line did," Vincent explained. "They turn to dust when they're stabbed in the heart."

"This woman," Klaus said, "is called the Red Witch. Why is that?"

Vincent shrugged. "I think it's because she's redheaded, but it could be because of her vile temper."

"So slayers fight monsters, right? If she was trying to help fight them, she's probably someone who wants to help people," Klaus reasoned. "Maybe she'd be willing to help Hope."

"If she's working with vampire slayers, she's not going to want to help us," Freya said.

"If she has the power to do so, she will," Klaus said determinedly.

"Why?" Freya said.

"Because I refuse to accept that my little girl—the only good thing in my life—is going to die," Klaus said angrily. "She just wanted to unite her family, and she should die for that? I will not accept that—I cannot!"

Freya reached out and took his hand. "I know, Klaus," she said, trying to offer him some comfort even though she knew it wasn't what he really needed from her. She studied magic with the most powerful witch alive—their Aunt Dahlia. Her magic had been strong enough to extend her and Freya's lives for over a hundred centuries. Yet Freya was coming up short now, and she felt like an utter failure. After so many years being forced to stay away from her family—they had thought she was dead—she always wanted to please them. It was killing her that now she could not, and her beloved niece would suffer the consequence.

Vincent nodded. "I found out about the witch from a member of the coven," he said. "Tom was down in Los Angeles and met this vampire detective who helped his cousin out of a bind. The vampire said he'd consult his witch friend. Curious, Tom asked what her name was. The vampire's friend called her Red."

"I need to speak to Tom and then go to Los Angeles," Klaus said.

"Maybe Tom can give you the detective guy's name," Freya said. "You could call him and ask."

Marcel nodded. "I can do that," he said.

Klaus was afraid to hope, but he couldn't help himself. His daughter was the center of his world—his only chance at redemption. In her, he had created this perfect thing—one of goodness and grace. Klaus couldn't bear the thought of losing her.

*****Two Days Later*****

Klaus convinced Elijah to stay in New Orleans and take care of Hope rather than accompany him on his trip to find the Red Witch. Marcel had gotten a lead from his friend, and Klaus was on his way to Cleveland. The word was the witch was in another country, but Tom's detective friend said her friends were guarding the hellmouth in Cleveland. Klaus wasn't sure exactly what they meant by that, and he didn't have time to ask Freya. He just headed to the location that he was given.

When he drove up to the large house, he saw much activity in front of the house.

"Hello," he said to a guy wearing an eye patch. The man had been barking orders, so Klaus figured that he was in charge in some way.

Xander looked at the new guy approaching. "If you're here to fight, the weapons are being passed out on the porch," he said.

"Is there a battle?" Klaus asked. Maybe if he helped them, they'd be willing to help him. "I'm always up for a good battle."

"What's your gift?" Xander asked. "I can tell that you are not human."

"But you are," Klaus said, hearing his blood pumping. It was a full moon, so he didn't think the guy was a werewolf.

"I am the One Who Sees, so don't try to bullshit me," Xander said. "Who and what are you?"

"My name is Klaus Mikaelson. I am from New Orleans, looking for magical assistance for my demon possessed daughter," he shared. "But I am a werewolf hybrid of sorts."

"You have control over the full moon?" Xander asked, looking at the darkening sky.

Klaus nodded. "I do," he said.

"Cool," Xander said. "My friend Oz is a werewolf, and he can, too. If we survive this latest attempt of the hellmouth opening, I'll have Buffy talk to you."

"And she is?" Klaus prodded.

Xander grinned. "I'm Xander. I'm the Watcher in charge of all these ladies—they're all slayers. Buffy is the oldest and strongest slayer—our leader," he shared. "She's not usually here in Cleveland, but Faith, our number two, had her come. This demon lord has united three insanely strong demon clans to guard him while he tries to open the hellmouth."

"What would happen if he succeeded?" Klaus asked, fascinated in spite of all his worries.

"Hell on earth," Xander said. His matter-of-fact tone struck Klaus as both strange and amusing. "The Earth would be overrun with demons, who love to kill humans. We closed down the hellmouth in Sunnydale a few years ago. This one wasn't very strong, but the past year, it's heated up."

"I'd be glad to help. I'm great in a fight," Klaus said.

"Good. I miss seeing men kick ass," he said with a grin. "I tried fighting by Buffy's side—did so for about seven years even, but then an insane serial killer gauged my eye out. I'm not all that useful on the front lines."

Klaus smiled, liking the human. "Oh, I bet you're not so bad," he said. He saw how the women around him—these slayers—didn't hesitate to follow his orders.

"Buffy," Xander called, waving at someone nearby.

Klaus looked and saw a very attractive, petite blonde walking toward them. The girl was small but carried herself like a caged tiger—ready to fight. As she approached, his eyes connected with hers. She tensed, sensing his supernatural state. How strange!

"Who's the newbie?" Buffy asked, eying Klaus. He was too attractive, and she didn't trust his dimple that flashed when he smiled.

"This is Klaus. He came in from New Orleans looking for help for his demon possessed daughter," Xander introduced. "Klaus, this is Buffy, the head slayer."

"Nice to meet you," Klaus said, holding out his hand.

Buffy gripped his warm hand and asked, "What are you?"

"I'm a werewolf of sorts," he replied. "What exactly do you slay?"

"Vampires mostly or anything that seeks to destroy humanity," Buffy said.

Klaus internally cursed. A vampire slayer? That couldn't be good for him or his cause. Sure, he recalled hearing Vincent say that, but he hadn't allowed himself to consider the implications. Did she hate all vampires? The detective, though, had also been a vampire, so there had to be some middle ground.

"Do you know the Red Witch? I heard that she might be able to help my daughter," Klaus wondered. "My sister is a very powerful witch, and she is unable to help. I cannot lose my daughter. She is only fifteen."

"You look a bit young to have such a daughter," Xander remarked, frowning.

"Well, I have a lot of witches in my family tree, and longevity is our thing," Klaus said with a shrug. "I hope you'll still help me."

Buffy's heart hurt for the poor guy. A man who would travel and work to save his daughter touched the spot inside of her that never quite forgave her own father for his abandonment. "Of course, we'll help you. Willow isn't here, but after the battle, I'll call her and have her come speak to you," Buffy said.

"Is she far?" Klaus asked.

"She's in the UK," Xander supplied.

Klaus looked grim but nodded. "You think she would come all this way to help a stranger?" he asked.

"To help a child? Absolutely," Buffy assured him.

Klaus felt relief course through him. "That's good news," he said. "Thank you."

"I take it you are familiar with the UK?" Xander asked.

"Of course," Klaus said. "We were born there but have spent years in the States. I consider myself a proud American. Hope, my daughter, was born in New Orleans."

"We're from California, and I hate the cold in this state," Xander said.

"I tend to travel to wherever I'm needed," Buffy said. "I mostly live where my younger sister lives, and she's in London."

"It's time B," Faith said, approaching. She flashed Klaus a curious look.

"Okay," Buffy said. She looked at Klaus. "You okay to fight, or do you want to wait here until we're done?"

"I can help," Klaus said. If they were going to be so willing to help his little girl, he'd killed anything or anyone for them.

"Swords are over there," Faith pointed to the front of the house.

"These demons have some really tough skin," Buffy explained. "Stab the heart or cut off the head."

Klaus nodded. He always relished a good fight.

A half hour later, he gripped his sword in his hand as the large group of girls trailed behind Buffy and Faith. Xander kept pace with him.

Klaus couldn't believe what happened when the fight began. All around him he witnessed the females, some clearly not of age, fearlessly fight a horde of demons. They hacked and swung their swords with an almost unholy light in their eyes.

How have I not known such women exist?

Klaus killed a demon with his sword, keeping an eye on his one-eyed human companion. He saw Xander kill one demon while the dark-skinned slayer next to him, pushed him back.

"Xander, step back," the girl said.

"No, Rona. I'm not going to let you all risk your lives and do nothing," Xander said, a stubborn glint to his eye.

"We need you to survive, Xander. You know what you mean to all of us. Please," Rona urged. Then she turned to fight the closest demon.

"I think they have a handle on this," Klaus said.

That changed a few moments later when a new wave of demons joined the fight. "This is not good," Xander said. "Those demons spew snot that paralyze. Their skin is tough and hard to penetrate."

"I can do more to help if you like," Klaus offered.

"You're a dad. No need to get yourself killed in our fight," Xander said. "These girls train for this kind of thing. It's their destiny to fight and die for mankind."

"I'm not just a dad, and little girls shouldn't do have to do that," Klaus said as he saw a slayer struck down that was too far away.

"Fyarl demons are allergic to silver. Too bad most of our weapons are made out of steel," Xander said, annoyed at himself for not preparing his girls.

Deciding that this had gone on long enough, Klaus moved in a blur, using all his force to punch through a demon's chest and ripping out its heart. The first demon he hit felt like hitting a stone wall, and Klaus felt the bones in hands shatter. Luckily, he healed quickly, and he ignored the pain. Klaus moved through the demons, dropping body after body until he made it to Buffy and Faith's side.

"Where did you come from?" Buffy asked, glancing at him with a frown. The demon lord was starting his ritual, and he had just knocked Faith out with his magic.

"I move fast when I want to," Klaus said. He eyed the seven-foot ugly demon. "That's the creature trying to destroy the world as we know it?"

"Yes, he goes by the name Gnoter," she said. "He came over here from India, and he uses some ancient Indian magic. Normally, demons aren't magical unless they're vengeance demons."

"Why did he knock your friend out but not you?" Klaus asked.

Buffy held up her scythe. "This was made with some very powerful magics, so it repels magic as well as channels it."

"Do you want to distract him while I go behind him and rip out his heart?" Klaus suggested.

"Works for me," Buffy said, grinning up at the newcomer. "So, 'Noter. Are you going to open this hellmouth or what? I have a hair appointment in the morning and want to get some sleep!"

The demon glared at her. "I'm going to rip the skin from your body, slayer!" he threatened. Then he threw another spell at her. She threw up her scythe, and it once again repelled his magic. Damn it! The Red Witch was supposed to be here to fight him, not this insufferable slayer with her magical weapon that was not even a respectable sword. It continued to repel his magical attacks—he found it so frustrating.

That was his last thought before a hand ripped through his backside and pulled out his heart.

Buffy eyed the werewolf with interest. "Wow, you made that look incredibly easy," she remarked.

"It was easy," Klaus said with a shrug.

Buffy stepped closer to him and then held up her scythe. "How about you tell me what you really are? Because your damn well sure not a werewolf!" she exclaimed.

Klaus sighed. How would she react when she found out that he was a vampire?

*****To Be Continued******

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