Klaus Pov

"So, what is there to do around this dreary little town? Or are we not allowed to bloody roam?" I wondered aloud.

"For now, it's best to stay inside. Once I…" Bella began before I cut her off. "This is bloody great! We were run out of our home by bloody witches to come to this wet, Godforsaken town and now we are prisoners of this human's? We are bloody Originals for crying out loud! We don't run and hide!"

"Brother, calm down. It's only until we figure out where we're going and what we're going to do," Rebekah explained.

"You may be an Original but that doesn't mean diddly squat to these vampires and their rulers. The Volturi are these cold ones' version of the Originals," Bella explained.

I slammed my fist on the window sill in frustration as I stormed toward the door.

"Where are you going? Didn't you hear Bella?" Rebekah inquired.

"I'm going out, I'll be back later," I forced out as I ran out the door and to the forest.

I ran through the dark and damp forest, past a creek, and to a mountain beyond the forest. I spotted a cave at the bottom of the mountain and decided to take a gander inside.

Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me and then a force shoving me to the ground.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my town?" said a harsh female voice.

"Klaus Mikaelson," I answered.

"Mikaelson? Are you related to Rebekah Mikaelson?" She inquired as the pressure released from my back.

"She's my sister," I responded, standing. "So you've heard of us."

"Bella speaks highly of her," she chuckled.

"That's Bekka, always the noble one." I chuckled. "And what would your name be, beautiful?"

"Rosalie Hale. And, you should know it's not safe out here. I'm surprised that Bella didn't warn you. My family and the wolves hate outsiders."

"Beautiful name. Bella might have mentioned that earlier. But I'm not going to be a prisoner in a measly human's home. I'm a bloody Original. Not to mention the fact that I'm a hybrid. I'm truly indestructible."

"I don't blame you one bit. I was a prisoner when I first joined my family. They were afraid that I'd lose it and kill every human I came across."

We headed toward the entrance of the cave while discussing her family and then a thought occurred to me.

"Would you accompany me back to Isabella's house?"

"I wouldn't call her that if I were you," she giggled. "And yes, I'd love to."

So we took off. Ran back through the dark and damp forest, across the road and to Bella's home, laughing with exhilaration.

I haven't had this much enjoyment in centuries, and it's all due to my Angel.

"Where the bloody hell did you disappear to? And who is this?" Rebekah yammered on.

"Cool your heels, Bekka. This is Rosalie. I believe she's a friend of Bella's," I winked at Rose and she smirked.

"Rose, it's nice to meet you. Were you in town last year? It would have been nice to meet you then, not that it isn't lovely to meet you now," Bekka rambled on.

"I was around, just didn't get out of the house much last year," Rose explained as she glanced toward Bella.

"Yeah, her father doesn't let her out of the house much. I'm surprised you're here now," Bella explained.

"A prisoner," I snapped. "She will no longer be held captive. I will not allow it."

I took off out the front door again and ran through the forest with Rose on my heels and the gang hollering my name behind me. I'm on a mission and no one's going to stop me!

"Klaus, do you even know where you're going?" Rose questioned.

When I admitted, much to my chagrin, that I didn't, she responded, "Follow me."

I slowed a bit to keep in step with Rose while we ran to her house. We bounded up the stairs and through the front door with everyone else following suit. The vampires in the living room jumped into defensive crouches, surprise clearly on their faces.

"Who's the leader?" I growled.

"Rose, who's your friend?"

"Carlisle, this is Klaus Mikaelson," Rose answered him.

"I'm going to marry Rose and take her away from this prison you all call a home. Don't try and stop me. I'm Klaus Mikaelson, the Original Hybrid, and none of you are capable of defeating me!"

"I don't care if you are Aro of the Volturi, Elvis, or the Easter Bunny. You don't just burst into my home uninvited and start demanding things. Especially not my daughter!" Carlisle growled.

"You can't stop me," I growled.

"Enough," Rosalie snapped. "Klaus, I appreciate you trying to liberate me. And Carlisle, I appreciate you taking me in. But I'm done being a prisoner. I can't be stuck here any longer."

"Prisoner? What are you talking about Rose? You were never a prisoner. You can come and go as you please. You just need to be careful," Carlisle explained, sadly.

"We just want to protect you…"

"And I get that but I can protect myself. You don't have to walk on eggshells around me, either. I'm not going to snap. I just can't be stuck here any longer. I want to see the world with my own eyes. I want adventure. I'm not going to sink my teeth into every walking and talking, human, blood bag. I'm a vampire but not a sadistic one. I drink from blood bags, not humans. I've never drunk from a human and never will," Rosalie ranted. "You can trust me."

"So, there's not going to be a wedding?" A big, burly fella spoke up which made everyone laugh; lightening the mood a bit.

"Emmett, shut it," Rose threw at him.

"If she'll have me," I countered with my signature smirk in place as Rose glared at me. "Rose, my sweet angel, will you give me the pleasure of being my wife?"

"Nothing would make me happier. But we have things to discuss before anything major like marriage commences."

I pulled Rose into my arms as we got down to business and introductions.

"As you know, I'm Carlisle, Rosalie's father, this here is Esme, my beautiful wife. That big, burly man-child is Emmett, Rosalie's ex-husband, next to him is his wife and mate, Angela. The curly blond man is Jasper, Rosalie's biological brother. The couple on the couch is Alice and Edward, they're mates," Carlisle introduced, gesturing to each member of his family.

"It's lovely to meet you all. I'm Klaus Mikaelson, as you've just found out. This here is my brother and sister, Elijah and Rebekah. We are the Originals," I introduced.

"You're not originals. You're way too young," Carlisle chuckled. "I know some of the originals and you ain't them."

"Aro, may be your leader and you may know some originals but my family are the originals. We weren't turned by being bitten, we were created. Nothing and no one can destroy us," I smirked. "They have tried."

"If you men are finished being macho and marking territory can we please get to the business of why you're here," Esme, the wife, sounded annoyed.