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He supposed this was what his greed had brought onto him. His desire for power, to rule, to be king. For a second he thought he'd might get to have it all, enjoy the city he built with his family. Unfortunately he'd been one step behind. The witch Genevieve had deceived him, giving the moonlight rings power to drain him from his hybrid powers once a month. Making him useless and weak.
The wind rustled the dead leaves on the wooden floor in the dark room, Klaus sat in an arm chair watching the moonlight through his windows. Waiting for the pain, waiting for the curse to drain him of all his energy, rendering him useless.
He found it amusing how people thought he was dead, the mighty hybrid Niklaus Mikaelson. The fallen king of New Orleans. A rumored dead king. How he desired to prove them all wrong. He was going to get revenge for what had happened to him, he just had to be patient. Something that was easier said than done, waiting was not something he was good at.
"I thought I might find you here." Came the calm voice of Elijah. "What brings you to my fallen kingdom, brother?" Klaus replied with a dull tone.
"I came to fulfill my duties as your older brother." Klaus lips twitched for a brief second as he stood up, turning to face his brother.
"Well as you can see I'm just splendid. Off you go." Elijah shook his head slightly, moving his hands into the pockets of his suit pants.
"Are you really going to push away the last person who is willingly remaining by your side?"
Klaus didn't answer him. He simply turned around, basking in the moonlight. His sister had left, he himself had banished her after her betrayal. Marcel he banished to the other side of New Orleans. A promise of death if he ever crossed the river. Hayley he didn't care much for, sure the woman had been helpful when it came to the bayu werewolves. But that's where the use for her ended.
Camille, the lovely human bartender only served as a purpose to keep his mind away from another distracting blonde he'd left behind in Mystic Falls. A blonde he missed dearly. His mind wandered to their last encounter. Her graduation. He remembered the small smile on her face when he promised Tyler could come back to Mystic Falls.
The way she smelled of flowers and spring as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of her lipstick painted lips, promising to be her last love. However long that might take. Something he took to heart, even though he'd ended up sleeping with Genevieve. Something he'd done for the purpose of keeping the witch loyal to him. How comical that in the end he'd been the one getting played.
"Niklaus?" Elijah called out for him, earning him the attention of his day dreaming brother. "What do you want me to say, Elijah?" Klaus replied.
"Something, anything."
Klaus lips quirked upwards momentarily, as he remained silent. "Are you really just giving up? Are you going to lock yourself up here and endure this..This curse?" He asked with clear distaste in his tone.
"Yes." Klaus said, voice firm. Elijah let out a sigh and shook his head. Letting his dark eyes roam over his brothers figure.
"This is not the Niklaus Mikaelson I've known for over a thousand years." He spoke before turning on his heel and leaving the room.
Just wait a little longer brother. Don't give up on me yet. Klaus thought as he felt the curse begin, an immense pain shot through his spine and he fell to his knees letting out a blood curling scream. A scream he was sure the citizens of New Orleans heard.
"Soon.." He breathed as he fell to his side, his body twitching and shaking from the pain.
The car ride had been silent since they left Mystic Falls, the only sound being heard coming from the humming engine. Carolines eyes left the road to look at the brunette sitting next to her. She was staring out the car window, watching the trees and fields pass them by. She looked to be deep in thought and Caroline was curious about what was going on in that mind of hers.
"You do know you're the only one of us that will survive a car crash, right?" Katherine asked, not looking at Caroline.
Caroline quickly turned her eyes back to the road, mumbling a silent sorry. Katherine turned her head to the blonde.
"Why do you keep looking at me like you want to ask me something, but then never do it?"
"I don't know." Caroline replied. "Well, what is it?" Katherine probed. Wanting to know why the blonde wasn't asking the questions she wanted answers to.
"I guess I just want to know what's going through your mind. I'm curious."
"You want to dive into the wicked mind of Katherine Pierce? Sure you're not afraid to be corrupted?" Katherine teased earning her an eyeroll from the blonde.
It was in moments like these that Caroline didn't mind the doppelgänger. She was actually pleasant to be around.
"So what's on your mind?" Caroline asked, eyes flicking from the road to the brunette by her side.
Letting out a sigh Katherine shrugged. "A lot of things. I've done a lot of bad things Caroline." Caroline let out a snort as if to say 'You don't say' earning her a small glare from Katherine.
"I don't regret most of what I've done. I did what I had to to survive, the only thing I do regret is hurting Elijah. The look of disappointment in his eyes is something I never want to witness again."
Caroline nodded, fully understanding her. As it was something she never wanted to see in Klaus' eyes. "I'm scared of facing him, scared of what his reaction is going to be. Scared that he's not going to want to have anything to do with me."
"Scared of rejection." Caroline said and Katherine nodded. "I'm sure he wont send you away." Caroline said trying to reassure the brunette. But Katherine simple shook her slightly, mumbling a 'you never know.'
"So you and Klaus?"
"Me and Klaus."
"I'm not going to lie, I did not see that coming." Katherine mused earning her a look from the blonde vampire.
"Don't get me wrong, it's just Klaus has always been a preacher for 'love is a vampires greatest weakness' and here he is, in love with a baby vampire."
Caroline couldn't help but chuckle, it was ironic, that she could agreed to. "I think you'll be good for him though. His life has been filled with darkness, backstabbing, hatred. He could use some of that sunshine Caroline Forbes."
"Did you just indirectly compliment me?" Caroline asked in disbelief, Katherine gave her a shrug in return.
"If you mention it to anyone I will strongly deny it." Caroline sent a smile to the doppelgänger, perhaps this trip wouldn't be too bad. She thought as her eyes wandered back to the road.
Katherine leaned forward and turned on the radio, pop music filled the car and Katherine leaned back against the seat, turning her head towards the window once more. Slightly nodding her head to the music.
Elijah stood outside on the balcony, enjoying the warm rays of sunlight on his skin as he watched the citizens and tourists of New Orleans make their way around the streets. After the fall of his brother he had found himself an apartment not far from the compound. Making sure he was nearby, should his brother need him.
Speaking of said brother, Elijah wasn't sure what to make of him as of right now. He had seen some of Niklaus' lows, but this was the lowest he'd ever gone. Not even fighting back. It just didn't sit right with Elijah. Something was off, but Klaus wouldn't let him in so there wasn't much he actually could do.
Sighing he put his hands on the balcony railing and leaned himself against it , hanging his head. Racking his brain for answers, answers he didn't have.
"Hey.." Came the soft and soothing voice of Hayley and he felt her warm hand on his back, lifting his head he looked into her green eyes.
"Is grumpy still moping around?" She asked earning her a slight crooked smile from Elijah.
"Unfortunately, it would appear so." He replied standing up straight. "What can I do?" Hayley asked as her hand dropped from his back.
"I'm not sure."
Hayley nodded and crossed her arms over her chest as she turned slightly to look out over the city. "Maybe I should go and talk to him?" She offered and Elijah shook his head.
"He'll more likely rip your throat out than hear what you have to say." Biting down on her lip Hayley searched her mind for options. It had been 4 months now and Klaus was still locking himself up, hiding himself from the world.
"What if we destroy the rings?" She suggested, Elijah turned his head to look down at her.
"Genevieve put her spell on the rings, which in return cursed Klaus. So if we destroy the rings Klaus would be set free and back to his normal destructive self."
Elijah's lips quirked upwards at Hayleys words. "We'd need help. A witch aswell."
"I'll talk to Davina, I'm sure I could convince her to help. I'll talk to Jackson aswell, maybe the pack could help out. And perhaps you could visit Marcel, see if him and Josh could help out."
"It's better than nothing." Elijah sighed out, sending Hayley a small smile of gratitude before the brunette turned on her heel and left.
Marcel could possibly be persuaded to help them, with the promise of lifting the banishment or something else. Davina however was another thing. The young witch had proven to be difficult and she harbored a hatred for his brother he hadn't seen in years. Scarily reminding him of their father. Mikael.
But Davina had a soft spot for Hayley and Camille, which meant the Mikaelsons often used them to get the young witch to do their biddings. He just hoped Hayley could come through for them this time, he desperately needed it if he was going to start persuading Klaus to let Rebekah come home.
Sighing once more he turned on his heel, grabbing his suit jacket and putting it on before he left to cross the river. A talk with the former king of New Orleans was in order.
Time passed by as they came closer and closer to their destination. However due to Katherine still being human, the girls had had to make stops to fill the girls hungry stomach. Caroline took the opportunity to feed off of one of the many blood bags she had brought along with her.
And now the blonde found herself sitting across the brunette as she stuffed herself full on a burger,fries and a milkshake.
"Does it feel strange to only be eating human food again?" Caroline asked after a few minutes of silence, Katherine popped a fry in her mouth and shrugged.
"At first it was a bit strange, but you get used to it again." Katherine replied before she wrapped her lips around the straw to her milkshake and drank.
Caroline nodded as she tapped her fingers against the surface of the table. "It's weird.. I've only been a vampire for two years and I honestly can't picture myself only eating human food. You were a vampire for over 500 years, it can't be easy to settle into being a human again."
"It's not. I made a lot of enemies and once those enemies find out I'm human...well." Katherine grimaced as she took a bite from her burger.
"That's why you stuck around Stefan and Damon?" Caroline asked and Katherine nodded.
"Damon might not of saved me but Stefan.. He's always been kind hearted. Minus his ripper years."
Both girls smiled, Stefan Salvatore was not a pretty sight when he went full ripper mode. Something Caroline had briefly experienced. Probably not to the extent that Katherine had, but from what she'd seen she knew he could get bad. Really bad.
"Can I ask you something?" Katherine asked with caution, which was not normal for the brunette to do.
Caroline raised her eyebrow, motioning for her to continue. "Earlier this morning, the conversation between you and Elena. What was that about?"
Caroline sighed as she ran a hand through her hair, placing some of it behind her ear, there was no point in hiding it was there? Katherine would probably find out somehow anyways.
"When Stefan and Damon first came to Mystic Falls they weren't exactly on good terms. Damon wanted to ruin Elena and Stefans relationship...So he used me, compelled me to do his evil biddings..Compelled me to sleep with him and to be his personal bloodbag. Imagine my surprise when all of those memories came back when you turned me into a vampire." Caroline shot her a half crooked smile.
Katherine lowered the burger to the plate and looked at her in surprise. Which again was not a familiar sight for the blonde.
"He raped you." Katherine spoke in a low tone and Caroline shrugged. "Basically. Look its fine, it was awhile ago. I'm over it, I moved on."
Katherine shook her head. "I might not be the most decent human being in this world, in fact I'm down right evil most of the time. But what he did was not okay, never tell yourself that it's fine."
Caroline looked at the brunette, stunned at her words. She did not expect this from Katherine, someone she barley knew. Someone who had made her and her friends lives a living hell. Someone she'd spent most of her vampire life highly disliking because of the actions the brunette had taken. It felt weird that Katherines words were more comforting than her best friends.
"You know I may be human, but I'm still very cunning and I have a thing for revenge. If you need any help with dealing with Damon let me know, I'd be more than willing to help you out." Katherine mused and Caroline couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her lips.
"Thank you." Caroline said with sincerity, Katherine looked at her sending her a smile before she shrugged and continued to eat from her burger.
Elijah pushed the garage door to the side to reveal the new home of one Marcel Gerard. Stepping inside he took a look around, the furniture were simple and the space open with huge windows on the opposite wall, looking out over the city.
Footsteps coming towards him stopped his observation as his eyes landed on the dark skinned man he was looking for.
"Elijah Mikaelson, what brings you to my humble abode?" He asked as he walked down the stairs.
"Marcellus." Elijah replied as he stepped inside, choosing to keep the doorway open. "I came to ask for your help with Niklaus."
"And what makes you think I want anything to do with your brother?" Marcel asked as he came to a stop by the couches.
"Because I don't think you want the werewolves to take over the French Quarter." Elijah replied, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants.
"Say I don't.. what's in this for me? If you haven't forgotten I'm banished. A promise of death if I were to ever step a foot on the other side of the river."
"What do you want Marcellus? I'm sure once you've saved my brothers life he'll be lenient with you. He might even grant you something you want."
Marcel thought for a moment. "I want to build a new kingdom, here. You and your family can have the French Quarter."
Elijah remained silent, observing the man before him for a moment before he spoke up. "I'm sure that could be arranged. As long as both of us can live in peace and co-operate."
Marcel nodded, he knew fighting the Originals without strong witches were useless and as much as he disliked Klaus and his family at times, he still found himself caring for them. They had raised him afterall, taken him from a place of hell to what he believed was heaven.
"So what's the plan?" He asked and motioned for Elijah to sit down so they could get to work.
Wringing the key she turned the car off, they had made it. They were finally here in New Orleans. Caroline sat there for a moment, holding onto the steering wheel, asking herself if this was a bad idea. What if Klaus didn't t want her anymore? What if he had moved on?
"So.. Are we just going to sit here?" Katherine asked as she stared at the blonde, finally snapping out of it Caroline unbuckled her belt and stepped out of the car. The first thing that hit her was the music, as she closed the door to the car she allowed herself to take in the beauty of the French Quarter. Tourists mixed with locals were walking about, enjoying the festivities. Music was playing loudly but you could also make out the chatter amongst the many people. Some middle aged woman was giving a tour, talking about the quarter and how New Orleans were said to be the city of witches.
"First time in New Orleans?" Katherine asked as she came to stand next to the blonde.
"First time being anywhere other than Mystic Falls." Caroline replied as her eyes wandered over the lights to the shops and buildings.
"Well we had a long ride and I'm tired, so how about we get checked in so I can go to sleep." Katherine said as she moved to get her bags out of the car.
"Yeah sure." Caroline mumbled, not entirely paying attention to the doppelgänger as she was still busy taking in the beauty of the French Quarter.
Once she felt like she had stared enough Caroline helped Katherine with her bags and the girls made their way into the hotel. Caroline compelled them two rooms and the girls settled in. Katherine as she said earlier had headed straight to bed, Caroline on the other hand decided to go out and explore. Plus, she had a hybrid to find.
After roughly two hours of searching she was about to give up. Everyone she met told her they didn't t know a Klaus Mikaelson and when she stumbled upon some vampires they told her that the hybrid king was dead. Which obviously wasn t true considering Caroline was still very much alive. Letting out a sigh Caroline turned on her heel and looked around, her eyes found a sign that said "Rousseau". Making her way to the sign she slowly pushed the door to the bar open only to be met by loud laughter, people clinking their glasses together as they drank.
She moved to the bar and settled down on one of the stools, soon enough a rather beautiful woman appeared in front of her. Caroline couldn't t help but think that the woman resembled herself, with her slightly curled hair. Her big bright blue eyes and kind looking face.
"You look a little young to be in a bar." The woman said as she offered Caroline a kind smile. Caroline sighed inwardly as she leaned forward, looking the woman directly in the eyes.
"Don't be afraid, I'm old enough to be in a bar. You're going to serve me and then go back to your work."
"Vampire." The blonde bartender said as she shook her head but pulled up a shot glass and filled it with tequila.
"On the house." She added as Caroline stood still, shocked. "You're on vervein." She finally said after a few seconds.
"Have to be if you want to survive in this town." The bartender replied. "So what brings you to New Orleans?" She inquired as Caroline grabbed the shot glass and downed its contents.
"Im looking for someone, maybe you know him. His name is Klaus, Klaus Mikaelson." Caroline replied.
The blonde stilled, her eyes finding Carolines. "I know him, why are you looking for Klaus?" She asked.
"It's a complicated thing to explain, but I really need to find him. Do you know where he is?"
"Camille." Camille said. " A lot of people have walked in here, asking the very same question. 'Where is Klaus.' I usually don t give them an answer but I don't get that sense of feeling like you're out to hurt him. So ill tell you where I think you might find him..."
"Caroline and thank you."
"No problem, there is a building down in the center of the Quarter called The Abattoir. It used to be sort of the headquarters for the rulers of New Orleans. But after what went down its kind of been abandoned. So you could check it out and if you don t find him there his brother Elijah lives not too far from here, maybe he can give you an exact location."
Caroline offered Camille a smile. "Thank you for your help.. And sorry about the compelling earlier. I just didn't want to get thrown out."
Camille waved her eyes, smile on her face. "Don't worry about it, I hope you find Klaus. This city isn't the same without him."
Caroline nodded before she slid off the stool and headed out of the bar and towards this building called The Abattoir.
The female blonde bartender named Camille had been of great help to Caroline as she now found herself standing in front of two large wooden doors to what looked like to be a very abandoned building. Swallowing hard she pushed the doors open, a loud creaking noise ringing out as she stepped inside.
She was met with dead silence, not even her vampire hearing could pick up any noises. Continuing down the stone hallway she came upon an entrance of sorts. The furniture worn down and scattered about. Dead leaves on the floor, dead vines curling the,selves around the stone pillars and arches.
Klaus? She called out as her eyes swept over the entrance and up towards the balcony going all the way around the room. Getting no reply she made her way to the stairs, halfway through she could of sworn she felt eyes on her. Turning around she took another look around only to find nothing. Jogging up the steps she looked to her left and to her right, deciding to take her right she made her way through the dark hallway.
The first room she came upon looked like a study, books were on the floor, the table flipped over and broken. Chairs laying about, some had their legs snapped off. Pages from books everywhere along with broken mirrors and paintings.
Taking one last look at the room she turned on her heel and continued down the hallway, the next room she came upon was a bedroom. It still looked intact, but clearly hadn't been used for awhile. As she turned to leave she could of sworn she saw the shape of Klaus in the corner of her eye. Turning around quickly she was once more met by nothing.
Shaking her head she continued to look into the rooms that came upon her hunt for the sandy blonde haired man she was looking for. The last room she came upon she knew it had to be his. There were blank canvases piled up against the wall, an arm chair stood in the middle of the room, faced towards the windows, the moonlight. Couches looked like they had been dragged to stand against the wall, to make room for something.
The fireplace had cobwebs and dust collected on it, Caroline was sure that the room had probably been comfortable and cozy once upon a time. Now however the room gave off an eerie feeling, the whole building gave off an eerie feeling. Closing her eyes she sighed, had she really come all this way just for Klaus to be gone? Dead? Grimacing, she knew the last one was false. Or else she herself would have been dead.
Inhaling slowly she was about to turn around when she heard it, the familiar swoosh and she froze. She knew it was him, not because she knew his signature smell by now, but because the way she felt when she knew his eyes were on her. She couldn't t explain it, but she just knew.
Turning around slowly her soft blue eyes met his hard ones. Her breathe hitched slightly as she took in his appearance. He looked worn down, bags under his eyes, thinner, his once raspberry colored lips now turned into an almost soft dark lilac. Even his skin looked paler.
She watched as his eyes raked over her body, taking in her appearance before his eyes met hers once more. Swallowing hard she stared at him, waiting for what was about to happen.
"Hello love."