"You never did know how to hold your tongue did you sister?"
"What can I say? I learned from the best." Rebekah smiled sarcastically. "Now where is Elijah?"
"I don't know. I don't care."
"Keep telling yourself that Nik. You care the most out of us, even if you don't like to show it. You care about your baby, just like you care about Caroline."
"I'm going to go find Marcel."
"You go do that. This place will be far better without you in it for a while."
Klaus just groaned and walked towards the door. Rebekah's eyes never left him till the door slammed shut and the sound of a car pulling out the driveway was heard.
"Let's meet this Caroline." Rebekah whispered to herself walking upstairs.
It wasn't hard to find her; Rebekah just followed the smell of disappointment. She knocked on the door with much hesitation.
No answer.
Rebekah knocked on the door again and still got no answer.
Rebekah slowly turned the door knob waiting for someone to yell at her to stay out but that never came. The door was fully open and there was no sign of Caroline. She quickly pulled out her phone. "Nik, Caroline is gone."
Caroline had to get out the house. As soon as Klaus got out of the room, she felt broken. She was going to die and there wasn't anything she could do about it. She had to act quickly because if anyone was going to get this baby it would be her. Klaus didn't deserve to get a happy ending with her baby. He didn't want the baby in the first place so she would make sure he would never the baby.
She climbed out the window and began to climb the railing down of the side of the house. When her feet touch the ground, she flashed off toward the Quarter.
When she finally got there she was standing in a crowd of people. They were walking by her. Not even noticing her. Some even pushed pasted her as if she weren't there. Caroline rose her hands to her head and her breathing became heavy. She quickly spun around looking for a safe heaven. She continued to look around rapidly when she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Caroline looked up and saw a muscular man standing in front of her.
"No." She whispered with tears. She pushed passed him and ran into the first building she could find which happen to be a bar.
The door slammed shut behind her and she looked around. There was no one behind the bar and the only people there were a group of guys that were playing pool, but as soon as she came in all their attention were pulled to her.
Caroline stood there silently. She slowly began to walk backwards. "Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt y'all." She said in a nervously. She took one more step back only into run into what felt like a hard chest. She quickly turned around and saw the man from outside.
"I'm sorry. I was just leaving."
"No." He said, reaching behind himself to lock the door. "You are staying."
Caroline's eyes narrowed. She looked around and saw that all the guys had surrounded her.
"Let me out." She said sternly. She tried to walk past him, but he pushed her back. The man behind her quickly grabbed her.
"First, we are going to fuck you." The men said running his nose, down her neck as he pulled Caroline closer to him. She could feel him through his pants. "Then, we are going to kill you." His hands ran down to the helm of Caroline's shirt and roughly tore it open.
Caroline panicked as his other hand came up to roughly cup her in between her legs causing her to cry out.
Paul.
All she could think about was Paul and all the ways he used to touch her. All the ways he used to make her touch him. All Caroline could feel right now was anger. Anger filled every bone in her body as the man began to unbutton her pants. She heard the other men laughing and that's when she broke. That's when every memory she tried so hard to keep about Paul came rushing in. He was her adoptive father. He was supposed to make her feel safe, not want to die every time he even looked at her.
Caroline, finally, after all these years snapped once again. She quickly threw her head back hitting him on his nose. The sound of a crack was heard throughout the room.
"You little bitch." The man yelled. Caroline watched as his nose popped back in place and instantly healed.
"Vampires, great." Caroline replied sarcastically. She quickly grabbed a pool stick broke it on her knee.
One vampire flashed towards her, Caroline acted quickly. She stabbed the stick forward and struck him right in the heart. The other vampires gasped as their friend fell dead to the grave.
"Get her." The man said who seems to be the leader.
Caroline panicked as the vampires flashed towards her. She began fighting them off, but soon it wasn't enough. She began to thrust her arms forwards hitting a guy in the face, but the other vampire caught her hand roughly before it even got to touch him.
"Feisty, aren't we?" The men teased as he pulled Caroline forward.
"You have no idea." She felt her eyes turn gold and she roughly snapped his hand. Caroline brought her arm around his neck and roughly bit in his neck, letting her deadly poison seep in his vein where they was no cure to save him from the hell he will endure for the next few days before he drops dead.
"There are werewolves in the quarter." One man said in a gasp.
"We need to tell, Marcel." The other repeated.
What could he do? What did he have over the witches? She watched as the last two vampires tried to leave. Caroline acted on impulse as she flashed in front of them and ripped the heart out of the man she ran into outside.
"You are going to dead like the rest of them." Caroline whispered in a deadly tone to the man who open the side of her mind she kept under lock and key. She grabbed at the base of his throat and pulled slowly so he could feel every price of flesh that was being ripped off his body.
With one last pull his head was completely off and she was covered with the red liquid that poured out the deadly wound.
Her once pale stomach dripped with blood along with her arms and lower body. The Mikaelson house was looking better within each second that past.
"This is my kingdom." Marcel said with a bright smile. He held his arms out to Klaus and spun around.
"I got the witches to fear me and the werewolves are gone."
Klaus leaned back in his chair impressed. "And how ever did you do that."
"A magician never tells his secret." Marcel laughed, which only secretly flamed a fire in Klaus. He gripped the chair trying not to kill his son.
Klaus was about to say something when a blonde bartender came and leaned against Klaus's side of the table.
"It seems as your server has left... so I'll be taking her place. My name is Cami."
"Thank you, Cami." Klaus said, slurring her name causing her to grow a red in the face.
Klaus couldn't place her. She seemed oddly familiar to someone. He just couldn't remember. "You're welcome." She said in a flirty tone. Camille slowly walked away, making sure to sway her hips.
"Pity." Klaus said never taking his eyes off the girl. "Not even a bum on that poor girl."
He heard Marcel growl very low to the point Klaus almost didn't hear it. "Have I hit a nerve?" Klaus asked with an innocent tone
"Camille is off-limits." Marcel snapped.
"Oh Marcel she was never on limits."
Klaus laughed. Marcel put a fake smile on his face and they sat in silence.
Marcel opened his mouth to speak, but Klaus's phone broke the silence with a loud ring.
Klaus's face fell at the name. "What do you want Rebekah?"
"It's Caroline Nik, she's gone. After you left I went up to her room and she was gone."
Klaus growled and threw his glass cup at the wall inches away from Camille's head causing her scream. "Find her." Klaus growled into the phone. He hung up roughly shoving his phone back into his pocket. He pushed his chair back. "Sorry Marcel but it seems this meeting will have to run short." Klaus didn't say another word before flashing out the bar leaving both Marcel and Camille dumbfounded.
Klaus paced quickly in front of the front door. He was with Marcel when Rebekah called him and told him about Caroline's disappearance. He was angrier than anything. How dare she try to leave without him knowing.
As of now he had his most trusted vampire allies, searching for her along with Elijah and Rebekah.
"Shouldn't you be the one out there looking for her?" Klaus looked up bitterly at his younger brother.
"Kol, don't you have a girl to shag or something?"
Kol opened his mouth ready to give a sarcastic reply, but the front door opened showing a bloody shirtless Caroline stopped him.
"Where in the bloody hell have you been?" Klaus yelled.
"The French Quarter."
"Why?"
She didn't answer.
He roughly grabbed her by the throat and pushed her to the door choking the air out of her. "What were you doing in the blood French Quarter?"
"Trying to get away from you!" She shouted. Klaus let her go and she fell to the floor. "I was trying to get me and the baby as far away from you as I could."
Klaus's eyes flashed gold, but Kol came in between the two.
"This isn't the time okay!?" Kol shouted. How and when did he ever become the responsible sibling?
"Now how about we asked who you have all that blood all over you and where is your shirt?"
"She was probably whoring herself off. Right love?" Klaus said with a smirk. His cockiness didn't last long before her hand came up and met the side of his face.
"Fuck you." She screamed. His deadly eyes never left hers but that didn't stop him from hitting him again and again and again. "I hate you so much." Caroline yelled as she cried.
Klaus grabbed one hand before it could land on him. Caroline rose her other hand with more strength, but he caught it again. "Kol leave us be." Klaus said in a whispered never taking his eyes off Caroline.
"No-" Kol started to say, but Klaus stopped him with one glare.
"Go." He said on last finally time before Kol actually listened.
"Caroline." Klaus started. She tried to pull away from him and tugged at her grip.
"Let me go."
Klaus gripped her wrist tighter shook her as she cried.
"What happened?" He asked in a softer tone.
Caroline looked up slowly and their eyes meet.
"I was just trying to get away from you; I didn't mean to go in there."
"In where?" Klaus asked. One of his hands rested on the crook of her neck.
"It was this bar and these men where there. There was about six guys in the bar. I tried to leave, but they didn't let me." Caroline whispered.
"They trap me and this guy began to touch me, so I began to fight."
Klaus watched as she broke down in front of him for the second time that day. He put an arm under her knees, he lifted her and carried her to his room.
He put her down in the restroom and set her down on the toilet. He was about to walk out when she grabbed his hand and stopped him from moving. "I think one of them is still alive." Caroline admitted. The one she bit, did he die?
"I'll take care of them."
"Klaus, they mention Marcel. Does that mean anything?"
Klaus bit his tongue. His eyes stared deeply into Caroline's. "Why would you ask such a question?"
"The men...when they found out I was a werewolf they said they would tell Marcel that werewolves are in the French Quarter." Caroline admitted. She played with her fingertips and looked down. Her eyes focused on her nails. She felt him on his knees in front of her and rested his hand on hers.
"Did they hurt the baby?" Caroline closed her eyes and felt the tears slip down her face.
"No." She whispered.
"Did they hurt you?"
Caroline's eyes shot open at the sound of his concern voice. "Yes." She whispered.
Caroline said nothing as he quickly removed himself from the spot on the floor in front of her and stomped angrily out the room. "Klaus?" Caroline called out to him. She jumped off the toilet and ran after him. She tried her best to get ahead of him and stop him from walking. Her hands rested on his chest as she tried to calm him down.
"What are you trying to do, Caroline?" Klaus asked, he tried to push her away but she would move from her spot.
"What are you trying to do, Klaus?" She shot back.
"They need to know what will happen if they hurt a Mikaelson."
"But I'm not a Mikaelson." Caroline answered.
"Obviously love, but that baby growing inside of you is." Caroline felt a piece of her heart drop. Here she thought he was trying to defend her honor.
"Oh I thought..." Caroline started to say but trailed off.
"What?" Klaus said with an evil smirk. "You didn't think I actually I was going for you, did you?" Caroline was at a loss of words. Yes. Her minds scream. I kind of did.
It was as Klaus read her mind. He began laugh. "Sweetheart." Klaus said with a smile. He cupped her face making her gasp. A blush filled her cheeks as he took another step closer. "I would want nothing more than," he took a pause. It seem like hours went by as he stood there in front of her. Cupping her face with one hand as the other stocked her cheek up to her hair. "To see you dead, but unfortunately for me there is someone in you that I want so, I'm word doesn't change. You will die when this baby is born, for your sake let's hope it's by giving birth rather than by my hand."
Caroline kept the tears at bay. She watched him wickedly as he patted her shoulder and let her go. She began to walk away until she felt his hand on her arm. "If you ever try to run away again I will lock you up myself sweetheart."
"You listen here sweetheart," Caroline said mocking him. She snatched her arm out from his grip and stood nose to nose with him. "I refuse to play nice Caroline anymore. You wanted the beast well now she's free." Caroline took a step closer to Klaus till her lips were near her ear. "I almost died, MY unborn child almost died today, but I fought and I'll keep fighting so unless you want me to fight you too, stay the fuck out my way."