A/N: So, I've bounced back and forth in my mind on making a Klaroline fan fiction, but after watching episode two of the originals, a lot of ideas came to mind on how I'd like the show to turn out. So, this is pretty much my version. I'm a Klaroline shipper, all the way. I'm working on another story as well, so if this story does well and a lot of you review, favorite, and follow have patience with me.I've never juggled two stories but I feel confident I can do it. I hope you enjoy! Oh by the way, I wasn't sure what category to put this in, if this category is wrong someone please let me know.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Originals or The Vampire Diaries, I know Julie Plec is someone I can give credit where credit is due when it comes to the writing of TO and TVD
Marcel sat in the living room of what used to be the Mikaelson's mansion; it was his now…just like everything else.
Klaus would stand down, Marcel was king.
He sat in an old red Victorian parlor chair. "Niklaus Mikaelson…I know you have some weakness." Marcel sat there for hours, contemplating his next move.
"Until I find out how to rid the original family from the world for good, I guess there's no harm in having some fun with them. Enough fun to where they'll wish they never returned to New Orleans." Marcel spoke to himself, thinking out loud.
He racked his brain for any idea of what could make them regret coming home. He snapped his fingers, the answer was simple. Observe Klaus, ask him questions, be his friend and pretend like Marcel was on his side, gain his trust enough to figure out if Klaus has any emotion left in that dark heart of his.
He got up out of the chair, heading for the front door. It was time to pay a visit to his old friend and mentor.
Klaus stood in the parlor, leaning up against the fireplace. It was bare, not one single family photo. Klaus liked it that way, because when his siblings disappointed him and he daggered them he didn't have to look at pictures that would taunt him and begin to make him feel guilty whenever he glanced at them.
If only they didn't get in his way…
Klaus shook that thought from his mind, though it wasn't easy, he knew deep down in the hollow depths of his heart, that he needed to change somehow. If that was even possible anymore. His family had faith in him, why couldn't he have faith in himself?
He was a cruel, calloused, selfish, narcissistic, wicked man. He knew all of this, and it was true. But it was easier to not care. Emotions only got in the way. Any person capable of love is capable of being saved. He shut his eyes; she always ended up finding her way into his thoughts. He didn't like the memories; they made him feel…longing, loneliness, want, and even a little bit of happiness.
He pulled the phone out of his pocket, knowing what he was about to do would be yet another failed attempt. But he didn't care. He hit speed dial, putting the phone up to his ear with a shy smile on his face.
The phone rang and rang, until it finally went to voicemail, this didn't surprise him because he expected it.
"Hey it's Caroline! Leave a message and I'll get back to you!" Klaus missed the sound of her voice, which was one of the reasons he called her every couple weeks.
"Hello love, I was just…thinking of you, I hope you're doing well. New Orleans is magnificent. I hope you're enjoying your college, and your dorm that you mentioned. Did you get that mini fridge yet?" Klaus chuckled to himself at that. "Goodbye, Caroline." He smiled to himself sadly, he yearned to hear her voice.
He never pressed her to return his calls, he never became irritated with her for not answering, and he never asked her why she didn't pick up for him in his messages. If she needed him, he was only a phone call away. He trusted that she knew that.
He missed her that was true, but he was trying to mend his mistakes when it came to Caroline.
No matter how impossible it may be; he had to try, and going psychotic hybrid on her through a message would do nothing but push her further away.
Klaus snapped his phone shut, just as Marcel came wandering in. Klaus masked his irritation; he wasn't up for dealing with Marcel today.
"How nice of you to drop by, Marcel." He said sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"Who was that?" Marcel asked intrigued, sitting down on the old couch across from the fireplace where Klaus stood.
Klaus dropped his phone back into his pocket. "If you must know, it was someone who doesn't concern you, friend."
Marcel chuckled, "That's fair, I suppose knowing your every move is good enough, I don't need to know who you talk to over the phone."
Klaus clenched his jaw tightly. Marcel wanted to get his heart ripped out, he was provoking him.
Klaus let out a long sigh, "Don't test me, Marcel." Klaus warned, walking toward the bar on the other side of the room pouring himself a shot of bourbon.
He held up the bottle of whiskey. "Care for a glass?" He asked, looking at his former mentee.
Marcel declined. "No thanks man, and by the way I was joking. You may be my guest but you are free to do whatever you wish."
Marcel grinned at Klaus, "Under my rules of course."
Klaus kept his attention on his glass of whiskey; he was tired of being told what to do. He answered to no one, least of all his prodigy. he made him what he was which meant Marcel answered to Klaus. "You forget Marcel, I built this city. I am a guest nowhere."
Marcel jumped up, this was his city. Like hell he would hand it over at the sight of Klaus. Using vampire speed, he was only inches from Klaus face. "You will respect me!" Marcel snapped, wrapping his arms around Klaus throat. "I am king!" He shouted in Klaus face, Klaus didn't flinch.
This was mere child's play for him he held the most devilish grin on his face, it brought out the smallest hint of fear in Marcel's eyes, because Marcel knew that look. Klaus grabbed onto the hand that gripped his neck, he ripped it off of him, and with all his strength he threw Marcel across the room with a tremendous amount of force, force that would kill a mere human.
He hit the wall with a loud thud, Klaus managed to slam him into the wall so hard, the drywall cracked. If Marcel were still human, every bone in his body would have been shattered from the impact.
"Leave my house, friend." Klaus took another sip from his glass; walking over to Marcel he pulled him up by the collar of his shirt.
"Let's get one thing straight here and now. I am King." He snarled through clenched teeth.
Klaus dropped Marcel back down into the rubble. Turning his back to Marcel, he exited the room.
"I am here to take back my throne." He added over his shoulder.
Marcel glared after him, still on his hands and knees trying to recover from the impact.
Marcel stormed into the secret attic, which he kept Davina in. She was scribbling on her canvas something she did most days.
"You're angry." She knew this without needing to ask because she was clairvoyant among many other things.
Marcel began to pace. "I'm more than angry, I am outraged!" His thoughts started to churn, a vein protruding from the right side of his forehead.
"I want them dead! But since we haven't figured that out yet, I need Klaus weakened. His weakness will weaken the rest of his pathetic family, and until we can figure out how to kill them. I'll leave them to you." He cupped Davina's cheek, "They can be your new play things." He smiled.
She nodded, "I would love new things to play with. It may keep me occupied." She turned her attention back to her canvas.
"Perhaps love will work." She suggested calmly.
He shook his head, stifling a bitter laugh. "Niklaus Mikaelson is incapable of love." Marcel told her.
She nodded, adding smooth streaks to her canvas with a small paint brush. "I wouldn't be so sure. After all he does love you." She spoke softly.
Marcel smiled down at her; pulling her from her work he embraced her gently.
"That just might work, Davina, now to find out how to get the ball rolling." He smiled; the phone call Klaus made just before he walked in for a visit crossed his mind, if he could get a hold of that phone, he may have made his mission to kill the originals possible.
"Let's go, Davina." He commanded. She didn't ask questions, she didn't even look concerned.
She did as she was told and followed Marcel out the door that lead to her secret hiding place, and inside of that place laid the body of a daggered original.
They parked outside of the Manor Klaus made his new home; all the lights were off, all but one.
Klaus must have still been awake.
Marcel kicked himself, vampires rarely slept. What was he thinking? He groaned, "I need that phone."
Davina looked up at the lit window. "No, you don't." She closed her eyes, focusing her energy on that upstairs window intensely.
"Davina what are you-"
"He is asleep…this time." She looked over at Marcel. "Let me explain what could make this easier."
She took in a deep breath, keeping her focus on the lit bedroom window.
"I can access his mind while he's asleep, I can contact his memories and pull them out. I can give him nightmares, to heighten the person's image, then I can retrieve his deepest desires for you." she said, her voice serene.
She was always so calm about everything. She could slaughter an entire family and still remain at peace.
She was an emotionless, heartless witch. Those things were what made her so powerful.
She closed her eyes, calling on her powers.
This took energy and Marcel noticed the wind pick up outside of the vehicle.
The streetlights began to flicker.
Davina's strength increased as she accessed Klaus mind. "I see a girl; I see light enveloping the darkness inside of the hybrids heart where this girl lies. I see warmth, and happiness. I see big blue eyes and soft blond hair. I see-"
Davina's eyes shot open. She may not know this hybrid but she read him well enough to know that what she saw was nearly impossible. Marcel looked at her, intently.
"What is it?" He asked concerned.
She did not break her gaze on the window filled with light.
Davina's perfect, emotionless mask threatened to shatter at this new realization.
So it may be possible to destroy them after all.
"What do you see?" Marcel whispered frantically.
She remained focused on the window, until the light in Klaus bedroom flicker off. "I see...redemption."
A/N: Hopefully you guys liked this chapter, I've been working on the outline for a couple days now so chapter 2 will be up depending on if this story gets at least 4 or 5 reviews from this first chapter. The reviews keep my motivation going. Even the follows and favorites do. I know I jumped right into it, but I'm kind of going off of anything I want to happen after episode two. I'm trying to get a few chapters outlined, that way it's solid and I don't become discouraged when I watch the remaining episodes of the originals, naturally a television show writers ideas, plots, and twists will be better than mine but I'm writing this for my own satisfaction. I love Klaroline and my hopes are not set high that she will remain Klaus' love interest in The Originals, I want it to happen...but so far it's like they wrote off his feelings for her. It's only episode two though. So we shall see. Sorry, I'm rambling...please, please, please review, no flames. If you don't like it, don't read it is all I can say for that. I hope you guys enjoyed chapter 1 any ideas or thoughts or opinions...I'm open for them.