Full Summary: With a rival motorcycle club trying to push drugs into their town and their club president behind bars the Mystics Motorcycle Club of Mystic Falls, Virginia find themselves in a very weak position so they call upon some powerful allies to help regain their territory. Enter Niklaus Mikaelson, a foot soldier of the Originals MC who has the perfect mean streak for these kinds of situations and is not afraid to use it. Caroline Forbes, one of the first female members in the Mystics MC becomes especially taken with him after a series of events arises in which he proves to be a great asset to not only her club but to her personal life as well. However, the Mystics soon learn that Klaus' and the rest of the Originals intentions are less than honorable towards the club and must deal with the consequences of calling on the devil to help conquer a few demons. AU/AH. Klaroline. Rated M for graphic violence, language and sexual situations.
Authors note: Hello lovely readers! This is a story that has been stuck in my head ever since I started watching Sons of Anarchy which is an excellent show that I highly recommend. It just seemed like such a great setting for Klaus and Caroline that I couldn't resist. Please forgive me if I mess up on the traditions and etiquette of life in Motorcycle Clubs since everything I know about them is from movies and tv. I hope you enjoy the story and please feel free to comment with your opinions, suggestions and spelling and grammatical corrections. Who doesn't enjoy feedback for their hard work?
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own the Vampire Diaries because if I did Caroline would be the main character and she would be with Klaus.
Road Rash Chapter 1: Mission for a Wolf
So many common people think Motorcycle Club members are in it for the attention and fear they receive as they ride down a busy street. That they think nothing's better than the loud noise a Harley Davidson motorcycle makes as it revs down the highway and for most members they would be right, but not when it comes to Niklaus Mikaelson. For him it was all about the danger of knowing that with one wrong move, one wrong twitch of the handlebars and it would be sayonara assholes. The only time that crazy son of a bitch ever felt alive was when he was riding the dotted road line between life and death; he looked to his side where his blood brother was riding; then listened for the Harley his club brother was riding behind them and knew he was with like minded people. They all belonged to the Originals, the most powerful MC in the United States of America and the greatest family they could have ever hoped to belong to.
Currently the three men were on the fast track headed to Mystic Falls, Virginia for a highly anticipated Patch Over of the local Motorcycle Club called the Mystics and Klaus couldn't be more excited or nervous. He thought back to the conversation he had with Mikael, his dick-bag of a father and the Club president of the Originals, the reason why all of this was set in motion.
"Niklaus," he had addressed his third youngest son from the head of the club table while the meeting room was empty save for the two of them. Klaus was seated directly to his left and patiently waiting to see why his father had summoned him. "You will never be president of this charter, do you understand me? Your brother Finn is my successor and even if something happens to him I will never let you sit at the head of this table," Mikael continued sweeping his large hand to gesture towards the table beautifully carved with the club's Fleur de Lis logo in the middle. "Your brother Henrik has a better chance and he isn't even old enough to be patched yet."
Klaus fumed at his father's words and opened his mouth to ask if he was only there to be berated with things he already knew but was interrupted. "However," Mikael continued paying no mind to Klaus, "if you pull off the Patch over of the Mystics and decide to stay in Mystic Falls you may one day find yourself in the Presidency of that charter."
"You're stark raving mad old man," he let out a disbelieving chuckle. "Those small town homebodies are never going to let an outsider be their President." Years on the road and meeting several other motorcycle clubs taught Klaus just how loyal and set in their ways members could be. They would take one look at the blonde, clean shaven 26 year old and laugh in his face.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Mikael smiled conspiratorially at his fellow member. "Some new developments have occurred within the club causing many members to be less than thrilled with the current leadership. With their president in jail right after making the unpopular decision to allow two female members into the club, a coup should be quite easy to pull off."
"Yeah, easy for one of their idiots to pull off," replied Klaus bitterly.
Mikael was up from his seat and in front of his son in a flash. The sound of the harsh slap he dealt Klaus' face reverberating around the large room. "Listen here boy," he spat venomously, "I am practically handing you a charter of your own and you're being a little wanker about it. Sit there, shut the fuck up and listen."
Klaus' fists were clenched so tight he could feel his fingernails puncture his skin. He refused to look up at his father or show any signs of pain and instead glared at a nick in the wooden table. "I'm listening."
Mikael nodded his head and began to pace around the room. "Stefan Salvatore was a legacy of the Mystics before he decided to join us as you well know. It's clear to anyone that he's your best friend and the only one other than your siblings who can stand to be around you. The Ripper is your best chance of gaining their trust and respect. Keep him in line and at your side and before you know it you'll have a presidency on your shoulders. Stefan will make a wonderful vice and having him there will pacify the old fools."
"You really think Stefan will uproot his own father from the presidency and allow their Vice President Bill to be passed over? He's far too loyal for that."
"I think if he was loyal to them he would be at their club house instead of ours. Convince him to join you in Mystic Falls, I don't give a fuck how and gather anyone else who wants to join you as well. I want you ready to move in 1 week. You're dismissed." Mikael left no room for Klaus to argue or refuse and made the implications of this mission very clear. Klaus could either stay in New Orleans as a regular member of the club or run off to Mystic Falls and become a leader.
Klaus rose from his seat still refusing to stare at his father but begrudgingly grateful for this opportunity. He was about to pass through the door when Mikael suddenly called out, "oh and one more thing Niklaus!" Klaus turned around and finally lifted his eyes to look up at the powerful old bastard. "Don't be afraid to show them exactly why we call you the wolf," Mikael had an evil glint in his eyes as he flashed him a very rare smile. Klaus couldn't help but smirk and nod his head in confirmation at his words. He turned back and quickly exited the meeting room without a word.
It was an exciting conversation to say the least and although he would always be in his Father's debt for giving him this mission, he would at least be out from under the crushing weight of his leadership. He was grateful that his brother Kol decided to join him and even more so that Stefan did as well. Klaus knew that the only way his friend would ever truly be on board with this take over is if he knew the entire plan so he told him everything. They were going to patch over the Mystics, but since Klaus knew that Giuseppe Salvatore and Bill Forbes would never let that happen it would have to be a surprise. The official story is that they were going to Virginia to help out with the rival gang the Werewolves, who were trying to expand their drug trade into Mystic territory. From there they would attempt to win over enough members to win a vote deciding whether or not the patch over would happen and then get voted into the charter. From there it would be smooth sailing for the two to get to the top and maybe even the position of Sergeant at Arms for Kol. As he remembered Stefan's response he couldn't help the grin that lit up his whole face. "I had a feeling I wouldn't ever be able to outrun the vice presidency of that charter. Ah well, better you then my fucking drunk of a brother."
He was broken out of his reverie when he spotted a gas station and signaled to his brother and his best friend to pull in hoping to refuel and have one last discussion before heading to the clubhouse of the Mystic's Motorcycle Club. He dropped his speed and executed a sharp turn befitting the excellent rider he was and was confident his companions were right behind him. He pulled into a spot next to one of the gas pumps, switched off and dismounted his Harley. He was happy the pump was an automated machine that he could just swipe his Credit Card on and fill up without having to deal with any attendants. He was slightly nervous about this upcoming meeting and was in no mood to deal with anyone other than his club brothers.
"What the bloody hell Nik, we just stopped an hour ago," Kol complained from the pump behind him. He flipped up the visor of his helmet and glared over at his older brother. They were all dressed up in what they jokingly called their work uniforms. Heavy work boots, thick black jeans and leather jackets graced their athletic bodies. The Fleur de Lis patch of their club took up almost the entire back of the black leather jackets, leaving only enough room to display the words Originals MC Louisiana. The front of the jacket showed off patches marking them as belonging to the New Orleans charter which was where the Originals Motorcycle Club began. "I just want to get out of these clothes and take a shower," he continued to whine.
"Stop being such a little bitch," Klaus answered him jokingly as he removed his helmet to shoot him a stern look.
"Says the one putting off the meeting,"
"I'm not putting anything off. I'm just taking a moment to make sure you won't run your mouth off and fuck everything up. Do you still have the new vest for Bill?"
Kol reached behind him into his saddle bags to retrieve the black leather vest intended for the acting charter president and waved it in the air. "It's right fucking here mate! Let's go!"
Klaus ignored his irksome brother and turned to Stefan who was across the aisle from him filling his Harley at another pump. He couldn't help the tiny nagging at the back of his brain telling him to be wary of this man he thinks he knows so well. Could Stefan really betray his blood and take away the club his father worked so hard to build? If so what does that ultimately say about his loyalty? Stefan noticed Klaus' pensive stares as he turned back to his Harley after returning the gas nozzle to the pump and sent a reassuring smile his way.
"Nervous about the plan?" Stefan asked.
"Not as much as you are I would imagine," Klaus replied deflecting the attention away from him.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"You're about to betray your family and the people you grew up with in a big way. You're not afraid they'll hate you?" He looked extremely incredulous as he stared into the face of the black sheep Salvatore, trying to pick up on the slightest indication of doubt. There wasn't a single hint of it and instead just a look of grim determination.
"They are losing their hold on this town; struggling to keep the Werewolves and their drugs out and barely hanging in there since my father's been in lock up. We don't do this, they lose everything anyways. At least this way they stay in a club with their family and get the support they need."
"Good," Klaus smirked feeling his doubts about his friend melt away, for now at least.
"Good? That's all you have to say?" Stefan asked sending Klaus a scowl.
"You already know it's me and you all the way to the top."
For the most part He wanted to stay out of this conversation but Kol wasn't about to let them forget about him. "Oy don't forget about me you wankers! If I have to live out my days in this shit hole it'll be as Sergeant at Arms," Kol reminded them with a smirk on his face that was barely visible behind his helmet.
"Fine, it's me, you and Kol," he rolled his eyes at his brother's typical attitude. Never could be left out for long that one. Always needing to be the center of attention. "Shall we take our leave then?"
"I just need to make a few calls to make sure everyone knows we're here and let Mikael know we made it." Stefan began to pull out his phone and search through his contacts.
"Hang on boys let's not be too hasty here," Suggested Kol as he eyed a hot piece of ass as she walked into a local bar and grill across the street and suddenly forgetting his yearning for a shower. "Let's check out some of the local flavors at the pub and see what they have to offer." He held the gas nozzle in front of his junk and dipped it into the gas tank of his bike repeatedly, all while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Stefan rolled his eyes at his friend's immature behavior while Klaus let out a small laugh and shook his head.
Klaus turned around to take a look at his brother's suggestion and spotted an illuminated sign hanging in front of an old brick building. The Mystic Grill it read and he wondered if it was just a name some townie gave it to try and be clever or if it was affiliated with the club. "Sounds like it could be a laugh so I'm in. If we have to be stuck here we might as well find some gorgeous women to entertain us."
"Excellent," replied Kol as he removed the nozzle and set it back in the pump. "How about you my good man?" He asked Stefan while climbing back onto his Harley.
He glanced up from what he was doing to reply, "I need to check in and find out when Elijah is getting here with the truck. The sooner we get our shit and get settled into the boarding house the better."
"Whatever mate, just meet us over at the bar when you're done being a buzz kill," replied Kol as he nonchalantly flipped his visor back down and started his Harley.
"Don't work too hard Ripper. Wouldn't want you to forget how to have a good time." Klaus smiled at his friend as he slid a leg over his Harley and started it up.
"Never going to happen Wolf!" Stefan shouted after the two brothers as they rode out of the gas station.