Well, well, well. Look what we have here! CHAPTER THREE, BICHES (jacksfilms joke)! I hope you all continue to enjoy; thank you for all the love since that girl started sending hate. Love you all!

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Chapter Three

Klaus knew he was insane. Before he'd caught sight of that vampire girl, his mind had been in the right place: finding his brother. Now it was full of gently curling blonde hair, flashing green eyes, curving pink lips, and the scent of jade and roses. Life and passion. All he could think about was his lovely Queen, his for the taking.

And how wonderful she would feel beneath him.

The alpha part of him wanted to find her, push her to her knees on the ground, taking her like a true beast. He could hear her moans already, her sultry voice begging him for more. His instincts told him that she would be more than "just enough" for him; he didn't doubt that she would keep up with him as he claimed her, marked her.

As he drifted deeper into his fantasies, he could just imagine it. Lifting her hips to him in wanton abandon, she would call out in passion, her nails digging into his back to leave welts. She would beg, crying out for more. Then, once he gave her that, she would demand yet more.

Shuddering in reaction, he shook his head, forcing the thoughts away. He didn't even know his little Queen's name, much less how to find her. Perhaps he should hand Finn and Sage the reins on finding Elijah so he could focus his energy on his mate. Over the years, he'd made many enemies; if any of them found out about her and caught her before he did, they would kill her just to thwart him.

Because to take a vampire's Bride or werewolf's mate was to destroy them.

At the thought of someone harming his Queen, Klaus's hands clenched against the couch, hearing the heavy wooden frame crack beneath the pressure. He should never have lost anyone, should never lose anyone ever again. The world that had created him would pay; he had already decided this. But if it also took her from him….

He would burn the earth and all its inhabitants to the ground like one of his Viking ancestors, dying gladly to the image.

Snarling to himself, he roared, "Dante!" calling for his most trusted hybrid. They were the only creatures truly loyal to him, the only ones outside his siblings that he could trust. As the first of their kind, they saw him as king, though the Lore had yet to acknowledge their existence.

"They're true myths," he always heard as people speculated about his species. "A hybrid isn't like a child between a vampire and werewolf. They're more powerful than any other being. There's no way they could exist."

And yet he was walking proof. His adulterous mother had made them into the first turned vampires to protect her secret affair with the werewolf king. She'd thought it would cover his werewolf heritage all those centuries ago.

Only she'd been wrong.

"Sire," Dante answered, calmly walking into the room. His Native American features were schooled into perfect emotionlessness, not so much as a muscle ticking to show any expression. When Klaus turned his attention over to the hybrid, he was given a low bow. "If there is anything you may need, do not hesitate to ask."

Making sure his face was a mask of ruthless regalia, he stood, giving his hybrid a cool glance. "This is of the utmost importance, Dante. What I am about to tell you cannot leave this room. You are not to tell anyone without my express permission." Suddenly, he stood close to the hybrid, smirking with malicious intent. "But I know you wouldn't do anything to jeopardize our friendship—and therefore your life."

Not so much as a flicker of fear. "Anything you need, sire." He closed the door easily, never fully turning his back on Klaus. "I will do as you command."

Trusting him, Klaus turned away, walking to the window. After a moment in silence, The Hybrid said, "I've found her, the one destined to be my Queen. She's a natural vampire, I believe. Blonde hair, green eyes, a few inches shorter than myself. I think she's particularly close to a woman named 'Elena'; I heard her start fighting one of the turned over the woman." His eyes turned hard to let Dante know this meant a lot. "Find the blonde vampire, bring her here. Fail to do so before the week is out and I take your head myself."

The hybrid gave a quick, curt nod. "Understood." Then he was gone, moving as stealthily as an immortal much older than he.

Klaus turned to his arm chair and liquor, preparing himself for when she would arrive. Dante was an over-achiever; he would have his Queen before the day was out.

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That light was gonna have to go. Even with her eyes closed, Caroline could see the rays playing behind her eyelids, making her head thump in pain. She should have known drinking with a mortal berserker was an idiotic idea. Of course, who could blame her after the night she'd had? People couldn't write this kind of turmoil….

Find out the immortal king that wanted to kill her was getting close? Check.

Fight a turned vampire because he was trying to take her best friend as his Bride? Double check.

Find out there's a powerful, lethal man of indeterminate species waiting to claim her as "his woman"? Icing on the fuckin' cake.

But they had to have drank twice as much as she had ever had…which meant there was no way she would do much more than roll out of bed and into the bathroom. If only she were an older creature…maybe then she would never have to go through this whole hangover business.

Matt, however, didn't seem to have such a problem. No, because that was his voice booming off the walls and rattling her poor, abused brain.

She sat up too quickly, throwing a pillow at him with a hiss. He easily caught it as she shouted, "What the hell, Matt?! Vampires with hangovers should not be disturbed before sunset! That's just wrong!"

He went unfazed, crossing into the room to toss her out of bed. "We've got to get you to Bonnie. All the shit is about to hit the fan," he growled, grabbing her hand to drag her through the small house.

"What are you talking about? Why?" An already muddled brain and not having all the information led to complete and utter confusion in the vampire's mind, leaving her to simply follow the berserker's lead to his truck, which he kicked into gear to peel off as fast as possible.

Without taking his eyes off the road, he explained with no hesitation, "There's been a group of werewolves and vampires asking for your location. They're pretty ruthless, at least that's what the pile of bodies in all your usual hangouts is implying. The worst part is they're getting really close to home really fast. In one morning, they've gone from trying to figure out your name to searching your apartment and staking out the Valkyrie house." His eyes met her shocked ones. "They've fought off dozens of Valkyrie. Their strength is something none of us have ever seen. I think they might even be—"

Before he could finish the thought, the car came to an abrupt halt, nearly flipping over from the impact. Caroline's frantic gaze went to Matt, finding the poor mortal slumped over the steering wheel, precious blood dripping from the cut on his forehead.

Knowing that they were still on the road, her terrified gaze met that of a large, Native American male. Half formed werewolf paws had curling claws buried into the hood, crumpling the metal like paper. She gasped as his hold released and he began moving towards her, his eyes flashing red as his hands returned to normal.

"Matt!" she cried, unable to unlock her seatbelt as her mind muddled with panic. "Matt, wake up! He's coming! Oh, God, Matt, help!"

The All-American berserker's eyes head slowly rose from where it laid, his eyes fully black with the threat of the immortal rage he housed within him. His body was growing larger with muscle, brought on by that monster residing inside his body coming to the forefront.

But it wouldn't be enough. That power took time to manifest as it fought its mortal bonds, to become what it was meant to be.

And the werewolf was already tearing the door from its hinges. Before she could think to scream, he ripped off her seatbelt, yanking her out of the car.

Never fight against a werewolf, her mother had once told her, Elizabeth Forbes's face contorted in panic. Their bite will kill you slowly, the pain agonizing.

Was she just supposed to take it? To be taken to Mikael meant death either way; would the true vampire king be any more merciful than his werewolf minion?

The thought made Caroline freeze as she was put in a dark car, knowing she didn't have time to flee. Mikael hated werewolves more than any other on the planet; he regularly destroyed whole packs for no reason other than they crossed his path. So why would he send a werewolf to take her?

As the car started, the wolf pulled out a cellphone, clicking the first speed dial. "I have her, sire. I will be back in half an hour." There was a pause as the other person spoke. "She was with a mortal berserker. I left before he could fully awake. I will send word to the others that she has been found." Another pause and the call was ended by the other side.

"Where are you taking me?" she demanded, grabbing the doorhandle. "Release me or I'll jump out. I won't go easily like some lamb for slaughter!"

"Lord Niklaus will not let you die," the werewolf responded, his face completely blank. He hardly even blinked at her threat of a fight, though that might have been because of his obvious superior strength. "You are his most precious prize."

Caroline blinked, an unholy thought rising in her head. Sick to her stomach, she murmured in disbelief, "You can't mean…the man from last night…."

"Yes, Lady Caroline. You are his."

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All right, just one more chapter before the story is fully moved here! Oofta, I can't wait to have it over. XD