Boy Meets Girl

Summary: She was given away as a 'sure thing'. He took her not knowing. She cursed him and his family and then, people started dying. AU/AH


/Prologue/

"I'm telling. I'm telling everyone about your little secret. I'll r-reveal it all. I'll do it."

The man with the short brown hair looked at his brother as he stood protectively in front of the dark haired woman behind him. She had her hand placed to her stomach, her face bruised and bleeding from her assault earlier. She breathed heavily, tired and so did the man in front of her. His heart was beating wildly in his chest as he eyed his brother.

The man who had spoken had a gun to his temple, his finger on the trigger as tears ran down his face, dropping and collecting on his tattered and torn clothes. He sobbed his chest vibrating before he let out a loud laugh.

"You chose that pregnant bitch over us. I've done everything for you. I had your back. I cleaned up your mess." He removed the gun from his temple and pointed it out in front of him, waving it about. "This bitch is a temptress. Don't you see? She wiggled her way in and now she's deep in your chest, deeper than worms in apples." Tears streaming down his face, washing away the dried away blood from earlier in the night.

"Brother, don't do this. She could be. She probably isn't. I'll clean it up. I'll take it all away. Put the gun down."

The man shook his head and looked down at his bare feet. They were scratched and cut, old blood had collected between his toes. He wiggled his toes, liking the feeling of how it felt for his own blood and some others to be between his toes.

"Everything I've ever done was for you. Everything was for this family. You worthless shit!" He snapped, yelling out his last words, venom in his voice as he looked at the woman behind his brother, baring his teeth. "I should have shot you. I could kill you and he'll be rid of you. We were feared, you fucking cunt. You part you knees and brought hell with you."

The woman shook her head and pulled on her bottom lip, her eyes began to water. "No, you did this. You had a choice, instead of killing everyone. You could have gone after me."

The man didn't move. His eyes looked between the woman and his brother hurt in his fragile broken eyes. "I hurt for us brother, but no more. Move." He straightened his hold on the gun and pointed right at the woman's head, but the other man stepped in the way, shaking his head.

"This is not the way. We can still fix it. It may have begun with her, but it can end, right here, right now. Just put the gun down."

The man shook his head and took a heavy calm breath. He looked deep into his brother's eyes and said with the calmest voice. "It will end here. Goodbye, brother"

The gun went back to its earlier position. He closed his eyes, a tear sliding down his face, and then, pulled the trigger.

/~/

"He loves you? Did he actually say it or are you making this up?" A dark haired woman looked at her best friend, Elena Gilbert of all nineteen years of her life, a questioning stare as she waited for her to answer, hoping that Elena would see that this boy, Matt Donovan, was just using her. It was nearly every day Elena would speak of Matt and how they had been messing around. She had warned that messing around with a co-worker ended badly for both parties, but ever since Elena's mother had died in a car accident, several years before, she decided to let go of her worries and just indulge in life. It wasn't a bad thing, but she was still watchful of her friend. She didn't want her getting hurt.

Elena shook her head; a slight blush came to her cheeks, before she opened her mouth throwing a cheese ball into her mouth. She re-adjusted her thighs, placing them up under her as she leaned further into the couch, not wanting to say out loud what she was thinking.

"Bonnie, we were together and he said it." Elena smiled, chewing on the snack, before popping another into her mouth.

Bonnie shook her head. She knew what Elena had meant when she said together and she wasn't going to attack Elena for having sex, because Elena turned in her virgin card when she was sixteen while Bonnie still held on, tightly to hers. She wasn't going to judge on her best friend, but even she, the virgin, knew that sounded weird.

"Lena, are you sure that's what you heard? Sometimes we hear what we want to hear and if he did say those words. He was saying them because of what he was receiving from you."

She hadn't meant to sound harsh, but every since her last fiasco with Luka, her ex boyfriend of three years, she was very careful and watchful of Elena, even knowing that she was one year older than her she could take care of herself, but she didn't want Elena to make mistakes that she would later regret.

"Bon, I know, okay. It's just he dumped his ex for me. He left her. We've been seeing each other for awhile and…" She paused, chewing softly on the snack, frowning, her eyebrows coming together in a hurtful scowl. "I don't have much. My mother died and my father is always away on business. I have you and you are the only person that I can stand. Bonnie, I'm trying to grab life by the horns and pull it towards my liking." She nodded, continuing to chew on the snack. "I know you are looking out for me, but I just want to enjoy this for the moment. He said he loves me and I want to have that, please let me have that."

Bonnie nodded instantly, taking in Elena's words with no hesitation, understanding what she meant. She leaned to the side to grab for her cup of juice, placing the cup to her lips, taking a calming breath as she did so, letting her soon to be forming thoughts wash away.

She finished off her drink and faced Elena once again, placing the cup down back on the table, reaching out with a reassuring hand, not really ready to know the answer to her next question, but she hated seeing Elena sad.

"How is Matt in bed? You know I live my lack of sex through you." She smiled softly.

Elena looked up, grabbing for another cheese ball, a small smile coming across her face, before she began to grin, laughing loudly.

She opened her mouth to speak, telling Bonnie everything she could think of and Bonnie listened, noticing the small 'Thank you' in Elena's eyes.

/~/

"Mr. Bennett, I'd hate to do this." The dark haired man ran a small knife along the desk, etching into the wood, making a thin long brown scratch into the desk. The man came to a full stand, facing him further, leaning onto the desk, watching him with his blue eyes. "You see, Clay, you work for me. I work for Niklaus. He wants his money and I would happily love to give it to him, if I had it. Now, where is it?" He leaned forward facing Clay, his eyes opening wide as he looked at Clay, tapping the small knife onto his leather jacket. His black hair falling into his face as he nearly glared at him.

Clay shook his head, sitting in his chair as he faced the man before him. The glasses he wore was nearly about to fall off the bridge of his nose, but he dare didn't move. He couldn't. He was scared and terrified. He had been given two weeks to pay off the Salvatores, which the oldest was standing in front of him, and he had blew it off, not really wanting to pay off the fine anymore. He was done, but he had forgotten to address that with Niklaus. He had been distracted with his daughter staying with him, taking care of him while he fought off his addiction. He hadn't touched a bottle or a needle in three weeks and was quite proud of himself.

"Damon, let me talk to Niklaus personally. I can get this all straighten out and you won't have to ever have to do this again. I'm sure of it."

Damon leaned forward, the knife had still laid against his jacket as he moved his hands to the arm chair, gripping it tightly in his hands as he leaned close to Clay, his nose nearly touching his own. "Clay, we may be old business partners, but your window to speak to Niklaus closed at five this afternoon. I'm here because I want our money. You pay me. I pay him and we all walk away, alive from this. So, Mr. Bennett, where's the money?"

Clay shook his head. He didn't want to continue to run his bar while watching over his shoulder. He was scared that Niklaus might get tired of him and kill him in his sleep or send someone to kill him while he worked. He wasn't sure how to describe Niklaus but he was a businessman. He was considered to be in the mob and they ran over everything in Mystic Falls. All the old residents had learned to pay him off every month or make a deal with him, give him something that he didn't have and he would leave them alone. Clay, at the time, had decided to pay him off. Him and Mason Lockwood weren't seeing eye to eye and didn't like the threats that he was receiving and it had scared him. So, he ran to Niklaus and he had taken care of it, but now he wished he had went with the other option, gave him something and then left well enough alone.

Damon straightened in stance and ran the tip of the knife along Clay's pants. He opened his mouth to say something, but his phone on the desk began to ring. He raised a finger at Clay, telling him to wait as he turned around to answer it, placing it to his ear.

"Hello, Damon's phone, how may I help you?"

He paused, listening to the other voice on the line and Clay knew it was a man. He breathed heavily, trying to get his heart from beating out of his chest as he thought about his situation. His eyes instantly fell on the picture frame on his desk. His daughter had just turned eighteen, when the picture was taken and she was wearing the most beautiful dress he had ever bought for her. He looked at the picture and then shifted his eyes to Damon.

Maybe?

No he couldn't. He couldn't give his daughter away. She was the only thing that he had left, but he did not want to pay him off anymore. He had to give him something and nothing more than a young woman wouldn't kick off a couple dollars or more.

"Niklaus wants a deal, Clay. I'd take it. I don't feel like having my assistant spend all night with my jacket while shes supposed to be in bed with me."

Damon removed the phone and leaned closer to Clay as before, placing the phone to cover his ear.

"I'll give you my daughter. She's nineteen, a virgin. I'll give her away if I don't have to pay anymore."

Clay waited, hearing nothing on the other end. He knew Niklaus was there on the other line because he always had that type of personality to be in a room and not speak, but cause fear in people. He had people move out of the way when he walked; he had people whisper instead of speak. He was feared. Clay had seen him one time and that was enough.

"I'll send a car, Mr. Bennett." His voice sounded cold and distant and Clay finally realized after six years that there was an old accent there. "I want half of what you owe me. Think of your daughter as the rest of it."

"Of course, Niklaus. I will have it prepared for today." He couldn't believe he actually agreed to take his daughter away. His daughter would hate him for dear life, but she would get over it. Niklaus wouldn't harm her, hopefully. He sighed and looked at Damon. Damon took the phone back and placed it to his ear, smirking as he eyed Clay.

"Alright. I'll make sure the message is understood and yes Stefan will arrive later with your money from his other stops."

The call ended. Damon hung up and slid his phone into his pocket, his eyes settling on Clay, a wide grin on his face.

Clay looked at him curiously, scared.

"That was a smart move, Clay, but not smart enough."

Before Clay could utter another word, Damon raised his hand with the knife and struck down, hitting him dead in his hand.

Clay threw his head back and screamed from the pain.

/~/

He placed the phone back on the hook. His hands clasped together, folded behind his back as he walked over towards the window in his study, glazing out into the forming dark sky. His sea-green eyes taking in the scenery outside; going over the flowers, the slow breeze gently moving the flowers from side to side, leaves torn and tattered flowing with the wind as it blew and he felt himself soften at the sight. His eyes casted down towards the white bench in front of his window and past memories flooded his memories, memories when him and his mother would sit on the bench and talk. He felt his heart sank at the memory as of now she was dying and sick, laid up in an exclusive hospital bed in England. She had cancer, a brain tumor, and it was slowly eating her away.

Most times, she was herself, smiling and laughing, speaking of old memories that had him laughing and he rarely laughed. And then, it came fast, knocking who she was down, and turning her into something he could never accept his mother as. She was vicious, venomous. She cursed and muttered words that he never thought she knew. His mother was a sweet woman, who rarely cursed, who rarely did much of anything and yet when she had her episodes, he didn't want to be around his mother. But he stayed. He held her hand through the whole thing, because she was his mother. She'd do the same for him. He knew.

He heard a light tap at his door. He didn't turn around, his gaze still focused on the bench outside. He could lose himself in staring at the bench and he did most days when he felt frustrated or too stressed out with his businesses. He straighten his posture when he heard the door open, breaking his gaze to half turn his body, his head looking back over his shoulder to see who it was and found it was his brother, Elijah. He was dressed in a suit as always. A bottle of champagne in his hands, a soft smile on his face, and his hip bumped the door close, walking over to stand beside him.

"Did you hear the good news?" Elijah waved the bottle around, a soft chuckle passing from his lips as he spoke. His eyes focused on his brother as they stood in front of the window.

"What good news is that exactly?" He turned his attention back to the window, looking at the bench once more before turning away, heading back to his desk.

Elijah followed after him, his eyes glancing at the desk before back up at him. His smile softening, a slight frown replaced it. "Klaus, what's wrong?" He placed the bottle on the desk and stood as Klaus sat, grabbing for a nearby black pen, twiddling it between his fingers.

"Brother, Mr. Bennett decided to cut himself from his payroll. He wants to venture off and do his own thing." He reached forward and grabbed for a blank piece of post it note, writing out Clay's full name and how much he owned him and what he decided to give up to back out. He signed his signature, so he'd remember that he finalized it and turned around in the chair, placing it overhead on his board with the others.

"What did he offer in return?" Elijah arched a brow, moving over towards the chair in front of the desk, flattening his black tie as he sat in the chair, crossing his legs over each other, his hands clasped together.

"His daughter." There was a pause. Elijah sensed the anger in his brother's voice but didn't say anything. He waited till he continued. "Damon Salvatore is handling it at the moment. I have nothing to worry about. Stefan will be here in moment's notice with his stops. Please note that."

Elijah nodded his head, swallowing hard, feeling a hard lump form in his throat. "Klaus, what are you going to do with his daughter? Last I heard, she is young, nearly our sister's age."

Klaus looked up at Elijah, leaning into his chair; his hands clasped together, a straight stern look on his face.

"Yes. I know, but he gave her up without a pause. What exactly does that tell me about him?" Klaus shook his head and looked away for a moment, before looking back at his brother. "When Damon confirms that all arrangements have been made, please find Caroline and decide on room colors. I want her to feel comfortable, since she shall be staying here for awhile. I'll find some job to do for her. Caroline always needs help and I think Greta could use some around the house."

Elijah nodded, making mental notes so he could remind himself of the future events.

The phone rang beside Klaus and he moved to answer it, picking it up without hesitation. He placed it by his ear. He spoke, calmly.

"Damon, please do tell me the hushed breaths on the other end is what I think it is."

There was pause, Elijah noted and he wondered what exactly Damon had done, but Klaus seemed a bit amused. A smile fell upon his lips.

"Have your driver, take him to the hospital and then send him home. I want my money and the rest of what he's giving me later tomorrow. I have arrangements that me and my brother have to settle."

Elijah uncrossed his legs as he came to a stand, grabbing for the bottle and taking it off the desk, a confused look on his face as he waited for the call to end, his thoughts wondering on why exactly would Mr. Bennett would give his daughter over without a second thought and then it clicked.

There was something or someone else behind it. He dug in his pockets for his phone, hearing Klaus stand from his chair. He quickly dialed in a number and placed the phone to his ear, heading for the door, and hearing Klaus right behind him as he opened the door, making way for Klaus to exit first before he did.

The other person on the line picked up, coughing loudly.

"What is it, Smith? I'm a bit busy at the moment."

Elijah didn't hesitate or pause when he spoke.

"I want you to do a back ground check on someone. I have a feeling there's a monkey in our barrel."


I already have the second chapter written. If you like it, then please let me know. I really have an idea for this story.