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Abandoned Café

Instinctively, Marcel jerked on his hands, which were chained over his head, jarring his already strained shoulders. He tried to get his feet under himself quickly and managed to stand on the balls of his feet to alleviate the pressure on his upper body. Slowly he forced his eyes to open. They focused blearily on a figure on a chair in front of him.

"Son of a bitch" He managed to groan hoarsely. He gasped harshly as his legs gave out and all his weight was suddenly handing from his chained wrists, which were already torn and bleeding sluggishly. Try as he might, he couldn't get his feet back under himself. He whimpered softly in defeat. The figure stepped closer, cuffing Marcel's chin in his palm.

"You're wasting both of our time, we could do this the hard way or the easy way my friend." Klaus gripped his jaw painfully hard, forcing him to meet his eyes. He pushed Marcel away, causing him to groan loudly as his body swayed.

"My dearest protégé, it's time for us to get started again." The original hybrid cooed, turning back to him. Marcel's body tensed at the implications of those words.

"Don't make me ask twice…"

Marcel huffed a laugh, "You are weak brother; you choose a blonde bitch over me? You sure have changed; baby-sitting baby vampires got the best of you."

Klaus' patience was beginning to thin out, his fangs dropped in place, sinking them into Marcel's caramel skin. With every helpless cry, Klaus sinks further down, enjoying every drop of blood.

"You're not going to kill me, Nik. You need me as much as you wish you didn't, you wouldn't know how to handle the witches' magic, and no one will be loyal to you."

Klaus remembered the town's people's reaction when he snapped Marcel's neck; they were not at all pleased. Marcel looked up, smiling.

"Did you really expect them to cheer you on, automatically claimed as their leader? You fool." Klaus backhanded him, exercising his fingers as they began to tense up.

"I don't need their loyalty, on second thought I don't care much about this place as much as I thought I would." Klaus sat back on the wooden chair.

"You're bluffing, this was your home. You don't give up at getting what you want."

Klaus smiled at his words.

"You know you could just cut the fancy torture and just simply ask his men." Klaus rolled his eyes as he got up to walk towards his brother.

"Elijah this is why you never lead, you're too naïve and polite. How did you find me?"

Elijah took off his jacket and draped it over his arm, "I have my ways Nik, and it didn't involve breaking a sweat. Try it sometime."

"Oh, if this is your way of torment then please just kill me now. I am tired of you boys bickering." Marcel sarcastically begged. Klaus backhanded him once again, annoyed as ever.

"Nik I suggest we try another way to find…" Elijah bit his bottom lip, quickly before he uttered her name. "Your friend." Marcel's laugh filled the emptiness of the room; both Klaus and Elijah were puzzled.

"His friend? Really, is that what you call her? I like baby mama much better. By the way this is probably the wrong time and place to ask this, but can I be the god father?" Marcel grinned.

Klaus shot his brother a look, confused and stunned. "What are you talking about?" He walked over and cuffed his jaw. Marcel groaned.

"You and her asked the same question thinking I would fall for your ignorance. I know she is carrying your child and I know you would do anything to save her. So here we are."

Elijah took a step forward, grabbed Klaus' forearm and quietly moved his head to the side signaling for them to speak in private. Klaus snapped Marcel's neck preventing him from listening in.

"How on earth does that rodent know about the baby? Do you people ever keep anything to yourselves?" Klaus gritted his teeth.

"I told him nothing, you should know my loyalty is to you brother even when you don't deserve it." Elijah turned his back. "She must be something, dear brother?"

Klaus relaxed his hands on his hips, "What are you talking…okay if you're here to gather details of my personal life then please see yourself out. She means nothing to me; she does though have something that will benefit us." The tone in his voice was raw and forward. Elijah didn't buy it, but he didn't want to press anymore buttons.

Mall Strip.

"I can't believe I let you drag me out here, I am supposed to be protecting you."

Hayley picked up each dress one by one off the rack and her eyes lit up when she spotted the maternity clothes at the far right corner; a shade of sadness appeared on her face.

"Sophie relax, we are fine. Plus Marcel hasn't been seen, I'm sure Klaus is handling everything." Hayley draped the dress over her arm, walked over to the fitting room and threw it over the door, "Here you go, try this on. Elijah wouldn't know what hit him when he sees it on you."

Sophie accidently dropped the dress and quickly picked it up before Hayley seen anything, "Why would you say that, I mean what does El-he have to do with us shopping? I thought we were just casually shopping." Hayley shook her head, amused at her rambling.

"Stop smiling."

Hayley looked up, her jaw immediately dropped. Sophie awkwardly tugged down her dress.

"We have a winner, you look fuckin hot."

Bar.

Cami brought herself on her toes and grabbed the vodka bottle from off the shelf. She popped the cap opened and chugged it down.

"I have to say I am really stunned you are already back to work."

Cami wiped her mouth, "Oh did you expect me hide in my apartment, acting traumatized and scared like a little human girl?"

Elijah grabbed the bottle from her hands before she took another sip, "I need your help." Cami raised her eyebrows, "Sure, I prefer the Long Island drink it's really good." His hand squeezed the bottle, "Your sarcasm is not very appealing, and please where can I find Marcel's men?" Cami pointed to a table full of drunks.

Elijah walked over and sat on the empty chair next to them. The vampires all raised their eyebrows, but only one had the guts to speak up.

"Are you lost fella?"

"No, I am not but I do need some help with something. I am sure it won't be any trouble, as long as we all cooperate." Elijah grinned.

The vampires broke into laughter, all but one. He brought his elbows to the edge of the table, "What can we do for you?"

Elijah returned the same gesture, his elbows rested on the table.

"Well, I would like it if you told me where you and your men are holding a young woman?"

The vampire took a sip out of his bottle, "Be more specific, we hold many young women." Elijah leaned back in his chair, losing his patience.

"She's Klaus', I'm sure that's specific enough." He interlocked his hands together on his lap. The group of vamps stiffened up after hearing Klaus' name being said, they rose to their feet hoping to intimidate the original vampire.

"Listen I don't mean to rush this lovely chat, but I can see you are not going to cooperate." Elijah snapped their necks one by one, so quick that no one in the bar knew what happened until bodies were lying on the ground. He dusted off his shoulders and hands, "Well guess my brother was right, sometimes talking doesn't do the trick."

"Are you kidding me? Who do you think is going to clean that up, which is not part of my job description?" Cami pleaded.

Cellar.

"That poor child, how did such a fragile young girl get involved with someone like Klaus?"

Andre closed in on the space between him and the witch, hovering over her head. "How about you stop asking stupid questions and start the games?" The witch closed her eyes and began to mumble a dead language. Sudden wind drifted in the room, she covered Caroline's face with one of her hands and moments after opened her eyes.

Caroline shrieked in pain, she flew against the stone wall as her body and mind separated.

Caroline's eyes shot opened, she looked down at her body noticing all the bruises and wounds disappeared. She noticed she was in a wide opened room, beautiful paintings covering every inch of the walls, the furniture seemed untouched and there was a strong scent in the room, as scent she was all too familiar with. Blood.

"Are you looking for these bad boys, love?" He dropped the blood bags onto the floor and stepped on them. "Klaus?" Caroline's voice sounded almost hopeful; she stepped closer then stopped herself. She wanted to hug him, she was vulnerable, but she did not want to look weak so she remained where she was.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I got something better." He dropped his fangs and bit his wrist. "Come a little closer, I won't be the one doing the biting at least not this time." Caroline licked her lips, not bothering to ask what happened and how she got there. She was hungry, she never felt such a strong thirst before, shoving him against the wall, veins appeared circling her bloodshot eyes. She helplessly drank, moaning with every swallow of every drop of blood. Klaus held the back of her neck helping her sink her fangs deeper; he threw his head back from the sensual relief. Caroline wrapped her fragile fingers around his arm so tight that her nails dug through his skin.

"Easy Caroline, you wouldn't want to drain me now would you?" He wiped her lips with his sleeve and pulled her hair back away from her face. Caroline looked down, hot faced with humiliation. Klaus lifted her chin and kissed her cheek causing her to simmer down and relax.

"Where am I?"

"My home."

"H-how did I get here?"

"You wanted to be here."

"I don't understand, I don't remember how I got here. I don't remember where I was before I got here, I don't…"

Klaus pressed his finger against her blood stained lips, "You're safe that's all that matters." He leaned in closer, smiling. Caroline internally panicked; she didn't know what was happening. She stepped back almost knocking down the vase off the table. Klaus stepped closer, with every step his smile faded.

"I want to go home, yeah I should go home. My friends are probably looking for me, so I will just…" Klaus picked her up, slammed her back against the vase and brushed off a few broken pieces from her hair. Shocked and mortified, Caroline shrieked.

"Your friends are not looking for you, you are nothing to them. Once you accept it the better." Klaus climbed on top of her and tied her wrists together over her head with this hand. "Now let's have some fun, shall we?" Caroline turned her cheek, struggling to escape his grip but he was too strong. "Let go of me, what is wrong with you?" Klaus backhanded her and wrapped his spare hand around her throat.

"Do you ever stop; teasing can only get you so far love? My patience ran out, so I suggest you shut that beautiful mouth of yours and let go." Her face became paler than usual; he noticed her struggle and loosened his grip.

Klaus softly stroked her jawline, closed in the gap between his lips and her skin. "Your blood is one of a kind, Caroline. I know you've been longing for this moment as long as I have, stop fighting the urge and just be."

"You're not him, you're not Klaus. Who are you?" She screamed so loud her eyes tightened together. Caroline felt no weight on top of her; she didn't want to open her eyes as fear shredded every nerve in her body. Her eyes quickly sprung opened when a cool breeze struck her face. Caroline rose up, rubbing her wrists and ran her fingers in her hair to remove the remaining pieces of glass from her blonde hair. She studied the room, silence surrounded her.

He was gone.