It all happened so fast.

One moment he was chained up, being tortured by those he wished would worship him, and the next moment he was sent flying out of harm's way, his back hitting a stone wall. He didn't know how it had happened, or who it was that had caused such a thing, only that their scent was familiar… and yet not. With echoing ears and dizzying vision, it was hard to place what was going on before him, other than blurs of chaos and screams of agony. And blood. So much blood. He knew that the vampires and werewolves were scrapping like wild animals fighting for dominance, and even a few witches had been bold enough to enter the mix, but who was it that had… saved him? Who had cared enough (and who had been stupid enough?) to save Klaus Mikaelson?

He squinted his eyes, trying his best to set his vision straight. It was a girl. Her long black hair flapped wildly around her as she clawed at faces and snapped necks with ease rivaling a human snapping a toothpick. Others were trying to jump her, to outnumber her, but it was useless. She was powerful, and clearly immune to death. She was like a smoke that had been sent in to smother all of those that dared to cross the most violent Mikaelson. But who was she, and why was she doing this for him?

For the first time in a while, Klaus was intrigued. Not bothering to join in on the fun, he sat back and watched the show before him. For a slight moment, her eyes met his. His own pale eyes widened when he saw the color of hers. Electric gold. Those of a wolf. But she was too strong for a wolf; there was no way one willowy little wolf girl could take on all of these wolves and the vampires and witches. He watched in awe as she rendered everyone within the room dead or unconscious.

It didn't take long at all.

She dropped the limp body she held in her hands and wiped her mouth, which dripped with blood that was not her own. "You're Niklaus Mikaelson, are you not? I hope I did not just slaughter a room filled with my own kind for the wrong man…" Her tone didn't reveal it, but she had to have been joking. The look she gave him made Klaus sure she knew exactly who he was.

"A room filled with your own kind? There isn't a wolf on this planet capable of single-handedly taking on a room filled with werewolves, witches and vampires." Klaus rose to his feet then, also wiping blood from his mouth, only the blood he wiped away belonged to him and no one else. "What are you, little one?"

The girl wore a humorless smile. "First, I am not a little one." And she wasn't. She was tall, with long, lean limbs and dark eyes. Klaus guessed that she had to be at least eighteen, but something about her made her seem… older. She put her hands on her hips. "Second, I am someone who has traveled far to meet the man who is rumored to be much like me."

Klaus held his hands behind his back and stepped closer to her. "And who might that man be, little one?" His eyes were challenging as they locked with hers.

"It is unkind to continuously mock the one who just saved you, Niklaus," she shot back, her wide eyes narrowing.

He laughed then. "If you are looking for kindness, I'm afraid you won't find it within me, love."

She glared at him. "Well, you are the one I came to find."

"Because I am like you?" Klaus questioned. He moved in, circling her like a lion planning to pounce its prey. "And how could I possibly be like you?"

"Do you honestly believe you are the only thing like yourself in this world, Niklaus?" A hint of amusement played across her face then. "From what I have heard, you are a hybrid. You possess immortality, and traits of both a vampire and a wolf. There is not a trace of vampirism within me, but I, too, am immortal, and I am a wolf."

Immortal? It would explain why the others had been unable to take her down during the fight. Still, Klaus was not convinced. He eyed her closely. "Impossible."

"I stand before you, unharmed, with eyes capable of glowing like a wolf's. How could you possibly not believe me?" She looked at him with eyes that said she was unafraid of him. She was challenging him, something others rarely did.

And he actually liked it. "Come. We can discuss this at my home. I would like to get cleaned up before this conversation continues." He smiled his twisted smile. "I imagine it will be a long one."