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We just left off from the most recent episode of The Vampire Diaries Season 4 Episode 23 'Graduation'. Elena is still a vampire and has just forced the cure on Katherine, all the while finally choosing a Salvatore brother, Damon. Bonnie has traded her life for Elena's brother, Jeremy, who is the only one who knows and can still see her after she put the veil back up from the 'other side'. Klaus came back from just finding out about Hayley and her pregnancy in New Orleans, to Mystic Falls to save Caroline and release Tyler back to her; and Matt joined Rebekah to travel the world together. Meanwhile everybody thinks Silas has been turned to stone, but is revealed to be Stephan's original doppelganger. And there's a new vampire in town, but is she all that she seems? So the story continues…

Chapter 1 - "New Blood"

"Damon!" screamed Elena as her fingers swam through Damon's hair. A fury of emotions hitting her after so long of denying they even existed. Passion, heat, anger, frustration, but most importantly love. He had been fighting all of his feelings for so long, to be able to finally accept Elena's love was true was almost too much.

"Oh God, Elena" Damon moaned looking up at her. Cupping her face with one hand, he stroked her cheek with his thumb, his piercing blue eyes staring into hers.

"Is this even real?" He asks, needing to pinch himself in this moment but never leaving her eyes.

"It's the realest thing I've ever felt before," replied Elena, her deep brown eyes drowning into his as she smiled, making him believe that this is real; she really did pick him. He can't help but break into a smile back at her, pulling her face into his as their lips meet and they melt into each other again.

Suddenly the heavy front door opens and slams shuts. They hear footsteps walking down the hall and into the living room.

"Stephen's back" Damon groaned. "Like this isn't going to be awkward."

"He's back early?" Elena said, "I thought he was going to dump Silas's body in the ocean?"

"Slight change of plans" replied Damon "We thought the Quarry would be deep and secluded enough. No animals, no humans and 50 ft of water between him and the rest of us. Although, I didn't think my brother was going to be this quick. But I haven't finished with you yet."

Damon gave her a cheeky grin, grabbing her body and pulling it to his as he showered small tiny kisses all over her neck and chest. Elena giggled back at him, her hands at his shoulders as she playfully pushed him off her.

"Seriously Damon" She giggled "Do you think that will stop Silas from getting into people's heads again?" She sat up in his huge bed, covering herself up with the white sheets.

"Well we better hope so. Until we know otherwise we have no reason to think he could get out of all of that" Damon replied, getting off the bed and walking to his drawers, sliding on some jeans. He buttoned them up and turned around to face her.

"Don't worry Elena, the Big Bad Silas is gone and now we just have to face Stefan" He took a deep breath. "You ready for this?"

She bit her lip and thought about it.

"If you're there then I'll be okay," she replied back to him. Her face breaking into a smile that he couldn't help but reciprocate back. He grabbed a long sleeve tee and walked back over to the bed and leaned into her to kiss her again.

"I'll meet you out there, okay?" he asked, his face so close to hers that his masculine scent was intoxicating. Elena stared back at him and nodded, moving her face in so their lips could touch again. As soon as their lips met the spark ignited between them all over again. He could hear her heartbeat quicken as he pushed his face into hers. She slowly slid her hands up to his chest and for a moment he contemplated taking his jeans off again, but she resisted the urge and slowly pushed his hot body away.

"Mmm Damon, Stefan is downstairs, remember?" she reminded him pulling the sheet that had managed to slip down a bit during their intimate moment back up.

"Argh, yeah him" Damon huffed out and stepped back from her, knowing that if he went in for another kiss that he wound be unable to stop himself for a second time.

"Right, better now than never I suppose" he stated, putting the long sleeve tee on and heading toward the door. He opens the door, stops, and turns around before looking back at the stunning brunette sitting naked in his bed, smiling at him. He smiles back at her, chuckles to himself shaking his head. He still can't believe his luck, as he exits and slowly shuts the door behind him.

…..

"Hello brother, wasn't expecting you so soon"

Stefan, who was enjoying a strong drink standing by the fireplace, turned around to find his one and only brother standing at the doorway looking back at him.

"Well, it was easier than I thought it was going to be so it didn't take as long" Stefan replied, no hint of emotion on his face as he took another long swig of his scotch. All the things left unsaid filling the room between them.

"What do you mean brother?" Damon said questioningly "Anything to do with Silas is never as 'easy' as anyone thought it was going to be, and you know it".

"Look, I took care of it Damon. His desecrated body should be on the bottom of the quarry floor by now. Cold as stone" replied Stefan staring down his brother before walking over to the liquor cabinet to refill his glass.

"So, what do we do now?" Damon asked awkwardly. He felt bad for his brother, who he could obviously see was hurt about the whole situation. He just didn't know what he could do without inflicting more pain upon him.

"Nothing Damon, we… we don't do anything anymore" he replied, taking another large sip of his scotch "I just came back to get a few things before hitting the road, get out of your way and all."

Damon went to say something before stopping himself. He just stared back at his brother, before sighing and nodding his head. He knew Stefan meant what he said about leaving, but he couldn't help but feel bad.

"Right then, well before you go, do you have time for one last brotherly drink together?" Damon asked walking over to the cabinet that Stefan had left open.

He chose a whiskey, pouring himself a double before turn back around to face Stefan, holding up his glass.

"To family, brother" Damon declared, raising his glass before taking a sip of his beverage. Stfan sighed deeply before standing up and following his brother's glass salute, before swallowing the rest of his newly refilled glass down is one go.

…..

Klaus had gone back to his mansion after all the graduation drama, to change clothes and grab a few last things before setting off for New Orleans. He had big plans there to take back what was once his, as well as sort out all this witchy business, and then there was Hayley and his… what the hell was he going to do about that?

He walks through the enormous entrance and immediately heads for the stairs, through his art studio and into his large bedroom, where he takes off his blazer and stands by his desk, looking down. Drawings pile up on top of one another, all of them pictures of a blonde haired beauty, her golden curls lying across the page. He picks one up and stares at her for a moment, a small, sad smile spreads across his face.

"Goodbye for now, love" he whispers to her before sitting the drawing down and heading towards his bathroom for a shower.

…..

He walks out of the bathroom wearing only a pair of low-slung trousers, his signature necklace, no shoes, and his hair, still dripping with water. Towel draped over his bare chest, he pulls it off and dries his hair a bit more.

There's a knock at his bedroom door, and in enters one of the women he has compelled to be his servant. She is dressed in a gold corset, black mini skirt with matching stockings and six inch black heels.

"There's someone here to see you master" She states blankly, her mind has been wiped so many times there really wasn't much left to her anymore; just another pretty blank face for Klaus to order around and feed on.

" What?" Klaus snapped, turning around, he hadn't been expecting a visitor at all, and hardly anyone knew he was back in Mystic Falls.

"Who is it?" He asked, walking closer towards her. He was in a foul mood now and his patience was wearing thin.

"I…I don't know, she's waiting for you in the first floor study. S...sorry master" She stuttered back, her eyes dropping to the floor. He suddenly grabbed her by the throat and pushed her body up against the wall. She made a small whimper before the air was knocked out of her lungs by the force of his strength.

"You mean to tell me that there is a stranger in my house, and you have no idea who she is?!" Klaus roared at her, his face barely inches from hers.

She was crying now, the pain in her back starting to come out as she struggled to breathe. Klaus just kept starting at her, his eyes glowing gold and the veins around them darkening as they filled with blood, as he slowly tightened his grip around her neck, watching her struggle for air, before finally letting go and dropping her to the ground.

"Useless" he spat at her as he grabbed a long sleeve tee and walked out the door and down the stairs, leaving the girl sobbing on the floor beneath him.

…..

He quickly opens the heavy double doors into the study; curious to see who's in his house and what exactly she wants. Whoever 'she' is.

He sees everything is exactly as he left it. At the back of the room is a large wooden antique desk, top scattered with yet more papers, in front of which is a large, deep red, leather couch, followed by some matching armchairs. The walls are heavy, lined with shelves of books all the way to the tall ceiling. To his right stands an enormous stone fireplace; flames licking at the edges, and to the left there were more double doors, leading into a spare bedroom that he rarely used, if at all.

He scans the room to find it empty, his eyes narrowing as his guard went up. Who the hell was playing games with him?

Suddenly the huge leather chair behind his desk turned around to reveal her. She was gorgeous; big hazel eyes framed with black kohl and huge lashes stared back at him with confidence. Her long, pure black hair fell down over her shoulders and cascaded over her perfect breasts. She was wearing a plain tank top, a denim mini skirt, a black leather jacket and six inch heeled ankle boots. Her skin was flawlessly smooth with the exception of her elegant arms, which were covered by an impressive set of traditional tattoos, each starting just above the wrist, all the way up to the top of her shoulder. She wore dark red lipstick on her pouty lips, and it reminded him of rich, deep blood. She was everything a vampire should be; beautiful, strong, stunning, intimidating, and for a moment, she took his breath away, all over again.

"Eve?" breathed Klaus, unable to believe his eyes.

"Hello Klaus. Long time no see" she replied, looking up. Her liquid eyes staring deeply back at him, his face couldn't hide the shock but hers was completely unreadable.

"Wha?..."

"What am I doing here?" she finished his sentence before he could open his mouth to ask. He just stood there still staring at her, waiting for her to answer the question. A smile spread across her face.

"Ha that's funny Klaus, I was just about to ask you the same question?" she remarked looking up into his eyes. She stood from the chair and started to walk around to the front of the desk, leaning against the top.

"Now, when a little bird tells me that Niklaus had returned once again to Mystic Falls, normally I wouldn't care less. But I know you too well Klaus, you wouldn't return for just any reason, and from what I've been hearing, it's got something to do with the cure." As soon as she said the last word, Klaus' eyes shot at her. 'What the hell does she want?' he thought to himself.

"How's your family Klaus? I heard you finally made up your mind about them. Poor Finn, he always was a Mummy's boy, and what a pity about Kol, he knew how to have such a good time." Eve smiled at the memories,

"Unfortunately Rebekah is still here, but I always knew she would be a tough nut to crack, and there's Elijah, he seems to be keeping under the radar a bit these days, I can always tell when he is trying to deceive me, I'll keep an eye out for him. And then there's you…Niklaus."

Klaus stood there staring at her, but not saying a word.

"I heard that you finally cracked yourself from that pesky curse" Eve stated "Sorry I couldn't have be there in your greatest hour, but I got caught up elsewhere." She smiled at him.

"Oh Klaus, what are we going to do with you?" Eve asks rhetorically to him.

"The thing is, no one in your family has anything on you; half werewolf, half vampire original, your blood is the cure for werewolf bites, and you're the only person on earth able to create more hybrids like yourself. Yet you let your own sister kill the only doppelganger on earth, whose blood can use to make more of your kind." Eve questioned him further

"Then, there are all of your new problems. The little witch issue in New Orleans, and taking back your old home from Marcel, and of course, the she-wolf you managed to knock up."

Klaus looks up at her immediately

"How do you know all of this Eve?" Klaus demanded from her.

"Come on now Klaus, a woman has her ways." Eve smiled at him, mischief glimmering in her eyes.

"Now the last I saw you, you were running as far away from New Orleans as fast as you could, tail between your legs. Afraid of what Mikael would do to you if he found or caught you. He left quite a lot of bloodshed in his wake looking for you Klaus." Eve said, staring deeply into his eyes, trying to see if he was giving anything away. He seemed to have gotten over the initial shock and was now eyeing her back suspiciously.

"Don't ever speak my father's name again" Klaus spat out walking towards her, all the memories of centuries of living in fear came rushing back to him, and he despised feeling like that.

"Why? Because you killed him?!" Eve spat back, standing up "You finally killed him and yet you shake at the mere sound of his name; what happened to you Klaus? The man I remember would revel is another's death, not throw himself a pity party for Christ sake."

Klaus' anger boiled over, his eyes turning their wolf-like shade of gold, his fangs protruding as the blood rushes to the veins behind his eyes, he was hardly in the mood to be toyed with. He vamp sped towards her, invading her space, he grabbed her tightly by the jaw holding her face up so he could stare down into her eyes.

"If you're here to torment me on all the mistakes I have made in my life Eve, I would strongly suggest you rethink your plans," Klaus warned, his face was only inches from hers. Then as quickly as he has started, he let go of her face and wandered over to the well-stocked liquor cabinet, taking two glasses off the shelf and pouring two cognacs. Taking a sip of his own and walking over to offer the other to her, he finally looked up at her again.

Eve looked at him with malice in her eyes, and in a flash slapped him around the face with the back of her hand, the noise, sounded like rock hitting stone, and echoed off the walls; his eyes flashed gold as he looked down at her. He was honestly surprised and a little angry, but still holding her drink in his hand. She leans in and raises her lips so they're near his ear.

"Don't you ever touch me again." she whispered.

She looks down at the extra glass in his hand and accepts. Downing the drink in one, she walks over and slams the glass down on the desk, almost breaking it, before sitting down on the back on the huge leather couch, staring once again into Klaus' eyes, waiting for his next move.