TPOL – The Legend Sequel

(Sequel of the Fan Fiction: The Port of Love)

Fan Fiction – Alternate Universe

Klaus & Caroline

Elijah & Katherine

Kol & Bonnie

From: Lovely Vero


Dedicating the present update to Paula; though by the time this update will be posted on the fan fiction site, her birthday will be long gone. I had assured myself that she would have had already received the part "dedicated" as a gift to her.

Shall we begin?


Chapter 4

"Spectre of the night"


Previously on TPOL – The Legend Sequel…

Elijah smith re-entered the Rose Garden Pub for the second time in the same evening; rushing his long strides toward Mayor Brownston' table; who was now sitting with George as the only drinking companion who sat by his side.

"Katherine?" Bonnie called the brunette. "Look! Elijah is back!"

Katherine turned her head to watch her boyfriend rushing toward her uncle's table.

"What is happening?" Caroline questioned; swirling on her bar stool.

"I have no idea." Katherine shook her head.

"Ah! Elijah … I gather you have found the missing boat and its men aboard?" George questioned, with a smile.

Elijah bent over the table, both hands placed on its wood; his fiery sight narrowed on the mayor.

"We need to talk." He whispered, under clenched teeth.

"You can certainly talk in front of George, Elijah; can he, George?" The Mayor replied; sensing by instinct that a supernatural occurrence had manifested itself tonight. There was no time like the present to push the foreman into the reality of things.

"Well, it depends, Elijah. You see; the Mayor seems to believe that urban legends are a true fact of reality these days." George politely commented to Elijah; before turning a straight finger in circle near his temple. "Too much alcohol, I presume?"

"There's a fucking eighteen centuries ship on the sea; you care to explain, Mayor Brownston, how is this even possible?" Elijah spat to the mayor' face; while pushing aside George's comment. "We entered some kind of black hole in time and space, where the storm was nonexistent. And then we saw the ship. The men on the missing boat were all unconscious. Please, reassure me that the gates did not reopen?"

"No, please Elijah; instead you reassure me that this is a joke?" George commented; glancing alternatively at both men; with a mouth opened expression plastered on his face.


Present time…

"Once again; thank you for coming; and I'm beyond sorry to push all of you out of this establishment in such an early hour of the night." Katherine directed the few last customers toward the exit door of the Rose Garden Pub. "Especially on a stormy night such as this one."

"We understand the urgency of an emergency; family business above all other business, Lady Katherine." One of the fishermen nodded, compassionate. "What is important is that Klaus and Kol were able to find the men lost at sea."

"Yes, we are certainly all grateful about that." She nodded herself, nervously; a timid smile spreading on her lips. "Don't forget; first beer of your next visit will be on us!"

"Hear, hear! That is something we won't argue about very oftentimes!" One sailor exclaimed, triggering a few laughter among the group of men who were dressing themselves of their rain parkas.


"You have an idea what's going on?" Caroline questioned her friend Bonnie; scattering the pub that was emptying itself of its full-pack customers. "I don't like this at all." She added, nervously rubbing her hands together.

"Whatever it is; the mayor wouldn't have ordered Katherine and Trevor to empty the establishment if it wasn't for a good reason." Bonnie shrugged, scrolling the screen of her cellphone with much interest.

"For God sake Bonnie, what are you looking at?" Caroline questioned, leaning her head forward; chin placed on her friend's left shoulder. "What are you so desperate to find on your phone?"

"I'm freaking out, Caroline!" Bonnie replied, with a sudden raised tone of her voice.

"What's going on? Did you receive bad news from your family?" Caroline questioned, frantically.

"No… No, no... Nothing of the sort." Bonnie shook her head; reassuring her friend. "It's our bank account, I don't … I mean, I'm not able to find our money?"

"What? I'm sure it's just one of the many on-line problems of bank servers." Caroline rolled her eyes to the ceiling. "You should try to reconnect tomorrow morning and I'm sure everything will be fine by then."

"You don't understand…Kol and I … We've put all our money in one joined bank account. I've put all my saving from the clinic and he's put all the money that he'd received from the sport contract he had with Elijah's company." Bonnie explained to her friend. "There's a few hundreds of thousands in this bank account, and now this stupid site is saying that the said account is in the "red"?" She added, raising her cellphone in the air.

"OK, OK… Let's regroup here." Caroline tried to reassure and calm her friend. "Obviously; it's some kind of a bank error." She shrugged, apologetically. "But I know you, Bonnie – You won't be able to sleep one second of the night without knowing what the heck is going on. It's still early here … A little pass 8:30 p.m.; and it's Thursday, maybe if you call the customers service someone could tell you what's happening with your account? I'm sure it's just a gigantic problem with their server." She offered the single solution that had come to her mind.

"Oh gosh you're right, Caroline! I should have thought of that sooner!" Bonnie sighed with much relief, regaining her smile. "I'll go upstairs to find an empty bedroom and I'll call them from there." She bent her upper body over the bar counter, to grab a set of keys.


"Can I talk to Klaus for a few seconds before leaving?" A young woman, who kept her leather handbag glued to her chest, asked Katherine.

"Paula! Of course you can! We were all relieved to learn that your husband has been found safe and sound." Katherine reassured the young woman; with a gentle squeeze of her right hand on the woman's left forearm. "Go! I'll put the "CLOSE" sign on the door afterward."

"Thank you, Katherine." Paula nodded, grateful; taking a few steps to reach the table where the mayor, George, Klaus, Elijah and Kol were all standing in a dead silence. "Klaus?" She called, before seeing the new owner of the franchise "Fish and Sea" turning on himself to face the wife of one of the missing sailors.

"Paula? Are you O.K?" Klaus questioned, grabbing her right hand in his.

"Yes, now that you have found my husband, I am." She nodded, squeezing the tall man's hands in a tankful gesture. "Before leaving I just wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart for finding my husband at sea."

"He's safe and sound, that what counts the most. We brought him to the local clinic just for them to check him out." Klaus informed the young woman. "You want me to drive you there myself?"

"No, no … You've outdone yourself; already." Paula shook her head; still grandly appreciative of his help. "A few of the wives' sailors are waiting for me; they say they'll drive me there. Thank you again, Klaus. With this raging storm I thought that my husband would be..." He voice broke, tears filling her eyes.

"Listen to me Paula, you shouldn't entertain those thoughts in your head, but especially in your heart. I'll always be there for my men; never doubt that for a second." Klaus reassured her; a large smile spreading on his lips.

Paula detached her hands; turning on herself to face Caroline who was slowly approaching their standing positions.

"You have found a nice man for yourself, Lady Caroline." Paula expressed sincerely, with a large smile spreading on her lips; before reaching the exit of the pub.

"You can erase that cocky smile of yours now." Caroline crossed her arms in front of her chest; her sight narrowed on Klaus.

"I'm not allowed to enjoy your uncovered jealousy, Forbes?" Klaus continued to smirk; insolently. "It's certainly not my fault if women are finding me irresistible; and are able to see what a great catch I am."

"I'm still mad at you, Mikaelson!" She poked a straight finger on his bulged chest. "You left me hanging in here; without knowing if you were safe and sound!"

Klaus grabbed Caroline' left forearm, pulling her into a setback position at a few feet of distance for prying eyes.

"Did you heard a single word of what that sailor' wife had just said to me? Did you catch the part when she was grateful that we've brought her husband back to the firm ground, Caroline?" Klaus mumbled, under clenched teeth. "I will always be reachable or available for my sailor's crew; it is something that you need to accept."

"And you? Did you hear a single word of what I was trying to say to you? Did you felt how scare I was to see you take off on one of the boats, especially on a stormy night like this one? Did you even think of Clara for a second?" She pointed out; tears filling her eyes. "What would she become without her father?"

"I won't dignify this with an answer." Klaus replied, dryly; grabbing both of her shoulders, before locking his fiery sight with her teary one. "Now, listen to me, and listen to me good, Forbes, you and Clara, you are constantly in my thoughts, mind and heart, and that will never change; But I'm also in charge of a large float of boats now, and of all the fishermen who are working on these boats, I can't let go of that responsibility, do you hear me?"

They stared intensively into each other eyes; struggling to maintain their rage at bay.

"Fine. I know that; I'm not stupid you know?" Caroline finally gave in; shrugging her shoulders. "Still, I was worried, Mikaelson; I was worried for your damn ass."

"Fine ass you probably mean, Forbes?" He winked; playfully.

"What's going on with the mayor, Klaus?" Caroline whispered, still worried by this sudden turn of events.

"I don't know. And I am not lying this time, Caroline; please believe me." He shook his head, truthfully. "We saw something…" He started sharing; rapidly and nervously passing a hand over his face. "Something that we weren't supposed to see."

"What did you see out there?" She questioned, grabbing his hands. "Fuck, Klaus! I'm more worried now than before you left."

"You should take Clara and wait for me in the truck." He suggested, nervously.

"Under this heavy rain? No way, Mikaelson; I'll stay and hear what mayor Brownstown wants to say to all of us; and don't even argue about it, I won't listen a single word that you are saying to me!" She crossed both of her arms in front of her chest, in a confrontational gesture.

"God, you're so stubborn, Forbes!" He whispered, under clenched teeth; his upper body leaned forward. "If we weren't in a room full of people, I would gladly put you on my knees to give you a well-deserved spanking!"

"That is if you could still sit after …" She couldn't finish her sentence after a set of manly lips has suddenly crushed on her own.

"Now you were saying?" Klaus mouthed the words; both hands cupping her face.

"Go to hell, Mikaelson!" She whispered back; returning his kiss.

"With you? Always, Forbes!" he added, a large smile spreading on his face.


"What the hell is going on? The last time we were all summoned to this kind of meeting was when the apocalypse had hit Clovelly." Damon Salvatore questioned Trevor; who had just reappeared holding his son in one arm; while Rebekah followed him with Clara tucked in her own arm, only to give the young infant back to her mother, Caroline.

"That's what I would like to know? What could possess my uncle to ask such a demand as for us to close the pub?" Trevor responded, placing the baby chair on the bar counter. "But, more importantly, what are you still doing here?" He questioned, with a raised eyebrow.

"Now I feel badly hurt, Trevor!" Damon commented, teasingly; his left hand rose over his chest, just over his beating heart. "I thought I was considered family by now?"

"Get your ass out of this establishment, Salvatore!" Elena spat; appearing out of nowhere, before taking a stand near Damon's siting position. "My uncle said: Family and friends only; you're neither!"

"Oh look, it's your other sister; the mean one." Damon whispered, mockingly; with a single wink addressed to Trevor.

"What's going on Trevor; do you have any ideas? What is shaking Uncle Charles's cage tonight?" Elena questioned, her head turned toward the table, where the majority of the men were waiting for this meeting to start. She laid her upper body on the bar counter; grabbing a beer bottle for herself.

"You could offer me a bottle, you know, Princess?" Damon made the suggestion.

"Buy our own fucking bottle, Salvatore." She replied; taking her first gulp of the amber liquid.

"Technically, we are close, Elena; therefore he can't pay his due." Trevor replied; sliding an additional bottle on the counter.

"Thank you, Trevor!" Damon rose the bottle in the air.

"And as for your question; your guess is mine, sister." Trevor shrugged, unable to figure out the reasons behind this impromptu meeting.

"Whatever it is; it forced us to reawaken the children." Rebekah growled, unhappy; before slowly rocking her son's baby chair.

"I've told you to stay put upstairs; it's you who wanted to get down; Bekah." Trevor replied, dryly.

"Is there trouble in paradise with those two?" Damon whispered to Elena; who kept her sight locked in the emptiness of the room; gulping her beer.

"How should I know what's going on with my brother and Rebekah? I'm not their keeper, Salvatore." Elena shrugged, uninterested by the couple' quarrel.

"You're truly in one of those moods tonight; aren't you? Premenstrual syndromes perhaps?" He teased to enrage her even more.

"God, you're such a dick!" Elena winced, disdainfully.

"Well, that could explain why you've thrown yourself at me before; because I'd refused to fuck you on the kitchen counter, Princess?" Damon tilted his head, humorously.

"God you have such a huge ego." She rolled her eyes to the ceiling. "Believe me when I say that it was a split second of insanity from my part; you'll never hear me offer you such a deal in the future."

"This needs to be proven to me, Princess." Damon winked, playfully.


"O.K., the last customer just left the pub." Katherine reached the table where Elijah and her uncle were standing; eyeing each other in a dead silence. "Now, can one of you finally tell us what the heck is going on?" She questioned; both closed fists firmly placed on each side of her hips.

"I believe this is family business, and probably my cue to leave." George commented, with a single nod; before grabbing his parka placed on the back of his chair.

"You'll sit your behind on that chair; George; and you'll stay in this establishment until I'll tell you otherwise!" Mayor Brownston ordered, without any compromise possible sensed in his tone of voice.

"I see." The foreman swallowed a lump in his throat. "Am I under arrest, Mayor Brownston, if I choose to do otherwise?"

"Take my request as you want to take it." The mayor replied, his sight locked with the middle aged man.

"Uncle, why would you talk to George that way?" Katherine questioned, dumbfounded; her right hand pointing toward the foreman.

"It's quite alright, Lady Katherine; I believe Mayor Brownston has not been itself the past few days." George coughed, uncomfortably.

"Oh believe me, George, when I say that I've never been myself more than since we had our first chat together." The mayor replied.

"Elijah, what is going on with my uncle?" Katherine demanded an answer, in a low whisper; bringing them both in a setback position at a few feet of distance. "What had happened at sea? What had happened when you were aboard the boat with Klaus and Kol?" She questioned, her fiery sight narrowed on her boyfriend.

"We saw something, Katherine; but … It's not my place anymore to try to explain the unexplainable to you." Elijah replied, with a loud sigh escaping his parted lips. "Your uncle should explain it to you."

"It's not your place? Then whose place is it? You stormed like a mad man inside this pub; then you exchanged a few words with my uncle and suddenly we needed to close this establishment on a stormy night, such as this one – Care to explain yourself at least for the part you've played in all of this?" She stomped her feet on the wooden floor; exasperated.

"Look at me, Katherine!" He unexpectedly and very suddenly grabbed Katherine's face in both hands; his sight locked with hers. "Just remember one important thing: I love you, baby… and if I kept my mouth shut, it's because I love you."

"What is going on, Elijah? You're scaring me, now." She demanded an answer; shakily.

"It's not my place to tell you more, Katherine; it never was." Elijah shook his head; releasing her from his grip.


"Hey uncle?" Trevor exclaimed to grab his attention. "Why aren't you emptying your bag about what this sudden meeting is all about? That could give all of us the chance to catch an early night, would you say?"

"Very well." Mayor Brownston agreed, with a single nod. "Mister Kol; care to tell this audience what you've seen at sea? Maybe, perhaps … They'll be willing to believe my admission afterward?"

Kol scattered the auditory, catching the intense glances of both Elijah and Klaus on him; before seeing both of them nodding in his direction, in a common agreement.

"We've managed to locate the missing boat in a time space of a hour; it's like we … Well, it's like we have entered some sort of calm cortex in the middle of the storm; everything went still." Kol explained, rapidly and precisely. "It was actually the first time I've experienced that phenomena."

'What do you mean everything went still?" George questioned; taking his sitting position back on the chair. Something told him that he would soon need to be sited. "Klaus, what is this nonsense? Was Kol drunk when he got on the boat or what? The storm is still raging outside for God sake!"

"Hey, hey, hey George I resent that accusation. I was as sober as the rooster crying in the first hours the day!" Kol protested, vehemently.

"What Kol is saying is the truth. The storm literally stopped in a matter of seconds, the sea went calm and the clear visibility undeniable." Klaus confirmed, with a nod.

"Continue your tale young man." The mayor asked, crossing both arms in front of his bulged chest.

"Klaus stopped the engine at a clear short distance of the missing boat; and… and we … Elijah and I, directed our steps toward the front of the boat." Kol continued his tale. "I had binocular in my hands; and in front of us…"

"For God sake Kol could you spit it out?" Trevor shouted, from his standing position behind the bar counter.

"There was this… There was this gigantic ghost ship in front of our sights." Kol finally confessed, truthfully.

"A small crew of drunken sailors minus Elijah who rescued another crew of drunken sailors… Perfect!" Damon Salvatore commented in a whisper; chuckling in his beer bottle.

"If you have nothing interesting to say; get your ass out of here, Salvatore!" Elena proposed to him, under clenched teeth.

"What? Come on Princess – Don't tell me you're believing what they are saying?" Damon questioned, astonished.

A few sudden loud exchanges exploded among the ones who had stayed present in the pub.

"Klaus, what is going on? What all of this means?" Caroline asked the father of her child; while grabbing his left forearm.

"I'm not sure, Caroline." He shook his head. "But I give you my solemn words that I know nothing, and that it is the truth."

"I'll be damn! You've entered this nonsense in their heads too, Mayor Brownston?" George rose back on his legs; hitting his right fist on the wood table. "You're obviously incapacitated to fulfill your functions, and you need serious psychological help!"

"No he doesn't need that said psychological help as you call it! Or if this is the case, then we all need it." Elijah cry; angrily. "He's probably the sanest man I've encounter in my entire life." He added, dropping a heavy silence in the pub. "I'm almost certain that you've noticed the supernatural aura in this village, George; Klaus is a werewolf, his mother was a leader of a very important coven of witches… And what about Stefan? Do I need to talk to all of you about Stefan?" He presented his strong argument. "We have all managed to slip under the rug the events of the past few months, to act normally, to live our life as human being, but are we fooling ourselves? It's more than time for you to tell them the truth, Mayor Brownston; or if you don't – then I will!"

"You're still as cocky as before; Salvatore?" Elena whispered, glancing in Damon's direction; who swallowed a lump in his throat, while keeping silent about his brother past predicament.

"What are you hiding from us, Uncle?" Katherine took a few steps to reach the mayor' standing position; grabbing both of his hands in hers. "I'm worried; you got all of us to worry about you… About what we don't fully understand?"

"My sweet Katherine…" Mayor Brownston raised her hands to bless them of a sweet kiss. "You've been my life: you, Elena and your brother are my most precious possessions in this world … But, I've lied to you, sweet niece." He untied his hands from hers; taking a few steps back. "You've all known me as the Mayor of this community, when in fact, a few centuries ago I was known as the Captain Charles Brownston. The ghost ship they have encounter at sea is actually my ship from that period of my life. I'm the one who's responsible of bringing the supernatural world into this village."

"What the fuck is he bubbling about?" Damon rose on his legs; placing himself near Elena's standing position. "Your uncle lost it, sweetheart; he needs to be locked up in a mental institution!"

"Uncle; if you need help we'll try to find it for you." Katherine tried to reassure her uncle; tears filling her eyes.

"Why are you doing this uncle? Why are you setting this masquerade?" Trevor questioned, stepping aside from his standing position behind the bar counter to reach his uncle. "Come on? Why would you say such stupid story?"

"I'm not lying." The mayor responded, in a firmer tone of his voice. "And … Technically, I'm not your uncle – I'm one of your ancestors. Your parents knew about me and kept quiet, and the parents before them swore secrecy too."

"Fuck you, Uncle; for telling this stupid story to us!" Trevor spat to his uncle' face; hitting his chest with a closed fist.

"It's not a stupid story." Elijah shook his head; taking a stand beside the mayor. "He's telling the truth. He's eternal and also whom he's telling you that he is."

"What are you saying, Elijah?" Katherine asked, placing herself in front of his sight.

"I'm saying that I've known about your uncle for a long time now, Katherine." Elijah swallowed a lump in his throat; nervously rubbing his hands together, before lowering his sight away from her inquiring one.

"You … You have known all along of "this" and you kept quiet? You've lied to me for months?" Katherine questioned, in a sobbing voice; raising her right hand over her mouth.

"Katherine; my sweet niece … Please, don't be mad at Elijah; I've asked him to kept silent who I truly was from you, from all of you. He's a fine man; an honorable one… He kept his promise made to me." Mayor Brownston came to Elijah's rescue.

"Yes, he kept his promise alright!" Katherine commented, under clenched teeth; her fiery sight narrowed on the said one. "His promise made to you, but he never, ever… Even for a split second, thought of me!"

"For fuck sake, Katherine, of whom do you think I've thought? Mm? You! I wanted to protect you!" Elijah spat back to her face.

"Well you did a marvelous job at it! You're a real American hero, Elijah." She responded, dryly.

"Mayor Brownston, do you realize the chaos you're creating at the present moment?" George inquired, with a single shake of his head.

"Oh believe me, George; chaos is the right word to describe my entire eternal existence!" Mayor Brownston replied, sincerely; a loud sigh escaping his parted lips.

"Then stop this! It's simply unacceptable from your part to lie to them in such foolish ways!" George cried out; unhappy.

"He's not lying." Elena exclaimed.

"What makes you say that, Sister?" Trevor questioned; turning his head to glance at one of the twins.

"Because I saw the said ship with my own eyes." She replied, under a sudden uproar of loud exclamations.

"Let her finish!" Caroline cut the brouhaha with a single sentence.

"Caroline is right, let her confirm our say to you." Klaus nodded.

"I don't sleep well these days; and … I have this habit to march along the cliff in the middle of the night with a pack of cigarettes in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other." Elena started to explain to each and all.

"Well, if you weren't such a shrew you could easily become my type of girl, Princess." Damon chuckled, once more.

"Oh shut up, Salvatore!" She darted her sight on the Sergeant; before continuing her explanation. "I saw the ship, more than once; in the far – far horizon. Most of the times, I was drunk so I never thought much more of it. But a few of those times, I wasn't."

"Thank you, Elena." The mayor nodded, himself; tears filling his eyes. "You always had this tendency to surprise all of us; and that since the first steps you took when you were a small child."

"You're saying this century ship is near Clovelly Port?" George asked for an additional confirmation; astonished by Elena's announcement.

"I'm saying that the said ship is not a fragment of my uncle' imagination, it does exist – And Klaus, Kol and Elijah saw it too." Elena reconfirmed, an additional time.

"Well, I'll be damn!" George let himself fall back on his chair; astonished. "You're telling the truth!"

"Just to be on the open with all of you; I … I lied about a slight detail – Nothing, really alarming, but if I want to stay truthful about everything…" Mayor Brownston presented his apologies.

"You lied? This … This is a euphemism; Uncle. You've hided and have lied your true identity and this past information to all of us." Katherine replied, dryly. "Except Elijah who was your true confident it seems."

"Come on, Katherine; don't go there!" Elijah mumbled, between clenched teeth.

"Technically, yes and no … I'm still the mayor of this village after all; nothing has changed about that single fact." He raised a straight finger toward his niece. "The part that I've omitted to mention or gave an untruthful information is about the year of the ship. My ship is actually from the fifteenth centuries."

"Oh great! Sincerely what's a few centuries less, really?" Kol exclaimed, pacing back and forth in front of the bar counter.

"Mayor Brownston, for the sake of our sanity; tell us the true story." George begged, lowering his head over the table.

"1543, my ship was sailing at sea; at a few nods of distance from Clovelly port. We encounter a few battles at that time with pirate ships. We've managed to capture one of them. My first officer confirmed to me that they were carrying a shipment aboard their hull. But it wasn't the kind of shipment that would include jewelleries or gold." Mayor Brownston started his tale.

"What do you mean by that?" Klaus questioned; while taking a deep breath inside his lungs.

"They were carrying three cages. One of the cages was holding a demented dog. Well, that is what we thought at that particular moment, that it was." He continued telling.

"But it wasn't a dog; wasn't it, mayor?" Kol swallowed a lump in his throat.

"No son, it wasn't. It was actually a werewolf." The mayor confirmed, with a single nod.

"Let me guess… The other cage was carrying a vampire?" Damon proposed; slowly approaching the group gathered near the mayor.

"That is exact." Mayor Brownston confirmed for a second time. "The occupant of the third cage was a woman. Her name was Susannah; she was a witch."

"Oh my God! You're the one who brought the supernatural world to Clovelly?" Caroline finally realized; letting out a small cry.

"It's a little bit more complicated than that…. But, yes." The mayor confirmed, once more. "Since that time the village has been under a powerful curse."

"What kind of a curse, "captain"?" Kol asked; coming to an abrupt halt in his rapid pacing.

"Clovelly is the anchor, the actual portal for all supernatural entities. The pirates knew that fact. They had managed to capture and carried inside their ship larger treasures than gold. They had in their possession prisoners that would defeat their enemies by their supernatural powers; they would become in time - kings of the world, defeating the human world as we knew it." The mayor explained, with understandable words and sentences.

"Why do I feel this is not when the story end?" George commented, raising his head back at the mayor.

"The reason my ship from the past is back in present time; slowly navigating through the sea is because …" Mayor Brownston started; before closing his eyes to give himself courage. "The portal has found a way to reopen itself; with high chances of letting spectre of the night reach our present world."

"In fucking English, what does it mean, uncle?" Trevor exclaimed, hitting one of his closed fists on a nearby table. "Will our establishment be filled with ghosts soon?"

"It means that the six guardians of the said portal will probably need to find a way to close it for good." Mayor Brownston announced, unceremoniously.

"Who the fuck are the six guardians of that said portal?" Damon Salvatore asked, scattering the entire group.

"I believe I can answer that question." Elijah replied; his sight locked with Katherine's.

"No … It can't be." Katherine shook her head in shock. "We can't be…. Elijah?"

"There's me, Klaus, Kol … Katherine, Caroline, and …" Elijah started enumerating.

"And me! I'm the sixth guardian; aren't I?" Bonnie appeared, out of nowhere; slowly advancing toward the small group of people. "Which, is not that bad, when you think about it." She shrugged, sarcastic laughter escaping her parted lips; her cellphone hitting one of the tables. "Considering that I'm officially broke, without a penny left in my bank account – but, you'll have to forgive me, for refusing this kind proposition, becoming a guardian of that said time portal is not something that I had vision per say… and considering that I will take a plane back to my own country, soon enough … I won't be available to close this time portal." She added. "God, in all the stupid decisions I took the past year, leaving my country and marrying a low life jerk such as Kol, who had literally robbed me penniless, is certainly the lowest point of my entire life would you all say?" She continued; tears rolling on her cheeks. "So, no … I won't be one of your guardians."

"What is happening?" Katherine questioned, out loud. "Bonnie, talk to us?"

"Fuck, Bonnie knows about the missing money!" Elijah whispered near Klaus' left ear. "We just needed this, in top of everything, now!"

"What are you talking about, Elijah? What's going on with Bonnie?" Caroline asked, frantically. "Kol wouldn't rub her penniless, he adores her! He worship the ground she is walking on."

"Caroline; this is not of our business; this conversation is between Kol and Bonnie." Klaus whispered; his fiery sight narrowed on her. "Let them handle their personal affairs, OK?"

"Since when, Klaus?" Katherine entered their perimeter of conversation. "Since when do we stand aside; refusing to help our friends?"

"Oh my God! That is why you gave your house to them, isn't it?" Caroline finally realized; lowering a sleeping Clara into a baby chair that was now placed on a table. "You're calling that, staying out of their personal affairs? You knew they were broke and you handed your ancestors' house to them! You basically offered a way out to Kol!"

"Klaus; do not tell me Kol gambled all their money away?" Katherine questioned; while grabbing the werewolf' left forearm.

"Katherine; can you for once in your life mind your own damn business?" Elijah tried to pull her away.

"Oh that is really rich coming from you, Elijah!" Katherine spat back to his face. "You certainly did not mind your own business with my uncle's past, did you?"

"Bonnie?" Kol took a few careful steps to reach her; sudden whiteness filling his face. "Come with me, o.k.? Let's find a quiet place when we could both talk to each other, about whatever you want to talk, darling?"

"Stay the hell away from me!" Bonnie pointed a straight finger in Kol's direction. "We're done… You and I … We're done, Kol! I was foolish enough to believe that we would work; but you've managed to destroy everything."

"Baby … I'm so sorry; I'll swear I'll find a way to make this up to you… But, please … Don't leave me?" Kol begged her; sobbing filling his voice. "Let me explain what had happened, please?"

"What happened is that you have gambled all of our saving money away, Kol." Bonnie exclaimed; tears now rolling fluently on her cheeks. "I'll find a way to reach my family tomorrow and beg them for money for me to go back. I'll send you the divorce papers as soon as possible." She added; while wiping the tears away from her eyelids and cheeks. "Trevor, Rebekah; can I crash in one of your upstairs bedrooms tonight, please? I don't have money, but …"

"Sure Bonnie; whatever you need." Klaus's sister nodded, a shy smile spreading on her lips. "Don't worry about the money; you're our friend."

"I'll … I'll go upstairs to prepare fresh towels for you." Trevor nodded, compassionate to Bonnie's suffering.

"Thank you." Bonnie nodded,; turning on her heels to leave the dining room; before being retained on her momentum with Kol's grip on her right forearm.

"No, no… no, Bonnie – Don't do that to us; please don't leave me?" He begged her; turning her body around to face her.

She freed her arm from his grip; raising her arm in the air to give him a resounding slap on his left cheek.

"Stay the hell away from me!" She mumbled, under clenched teeth; before reaching the door leading to the staircase.

"Well, shit … I did not see that one coming." Damon commented; sliding a hand through his tangled dark brown hair.

"Now you understand why I prefer "fucking" than "loving"." Elena stipulated; her sight locked with the sergeant; before turning on her heels to leave the dining room.

"I guess this meeting is adjourned for tonight." Mayor Brownston came to the single and only conclusion; grabbing his cane and parka.

"I guess it's a wise decision." George agreed with a single nod. "There was more than spectre of the night haunting these walls tonight, Mayor; the secrets of the present time were weighting more on our shoulders."

"I'm so sorry, Kol." Klaus approached his brother; a friendly hand landing on his right shoulder. "Give Bonnie time; she's angry … She'll need time to process what had just happened."

"I deserved this … I deserved all of this." Kol shook his head; before passing both hands on his face to erase traces of this exchange. "She would be better off without me."

"Maybe you could drive Kol home?" Elijah suggested to his friend.

"Sure; we can drop you if you want?" Klaus agreed; seeing Caroline nod in approbation in his direction.

"No…" Kol shook his head; before pushing Klaus's friendly hand away, only to direct his rapid walk toward the bar counter. "I have an appointment with a few bottles of beer!" He grabbed a full box; throwing a few bills on the bar counter. "Don't worry, Katherine; I'll pay for them with good, legit money… The last bills I have in my possession, to be truthful." He commented, before taking big strides to reach the exit door.

"Kol!" Katherine called, frantically.

"Let him go, Katherine. He needs to be alone with himself." Elijah explained.

"Right! Well … Listen to your own advice then Elijah; because I won't sleep at the loft tonight!" She replied, dryly to him; before leading her steps toward the staircase.

"Klaus… What is happening to all of us?" Caroline questioned everything; while seeing him dress himself of his parka, before grabbing Clara's baby chair.

"I don't know, Love… I don't know." He shook his head, uncertain of what tomorrow would bring.


"Bonnie…Baby? Fuck tonight, fuck this stupid ship, fuck the bank, fuck the universe!" A very drunken Kol crawl in his misery, holding his umpteenth bottles of beer in his hands; while pacing back and forth under the heavy rain, in front of the close Pub. "Bonnie! Bonnie …Come on, come back to me!" He cried, loudly; his sight rose to the night sky; drops of rain hitting his face, repeatedly. "I know I'm no good – I've always known … Fuck me!" He stammered through his blurred mind, losing his equilibrium; more than once.

"Well, fucking you is certainly an option that I would consider; sailor." A female voice attracted his attraction. "If you're interested that is, I'm free?"

The young man finally turned his sight at the intruder, raising his right hand to wipe the rain from his eyelids.

"Lizzy? Is that you?" He questioned, narrowing his sight on the young woman; while losing his equilibrium an additional time.

The said Lizzy dressed of a very short skirt, fishnet pantyhose and black high heels pumps; rushed to slide a helpful arm around the sailor's waist.

"Hey Kol – I got you man!" She helped him stand. "Of course it's me; who do you think it is?"

"What are you doing here?" He questioned, sliding his left arm around her shoulders. "You're back in Clovelly?"

"I need money; and I know there are a lot of single fishermen in this village willing to pay for my good services." She explained, easily. "Are you interested, handsome one?" She raised her sight and long eyelashes at him. "I'll do it for free for you. It seems you're in need of a warm body lying near you tonight?"

"I … I don't know … I'm with… Now …" He stammered trough his fuggy thoughts and mind.

"Oh baby, you're so wasted." Lizzy let a small laughter escape his throat. "Are you sleeping at the pub? Do you have a home now?"

"Klaus … I mean … I'm at Klaus's house." He managed to articulate, leaning all his weight on Lizzy; while grabbing the key in his vest' pocket to hand it to her. "He gave it to me."

"Klaus land you his house" She exclaimed, in shock; grabbing the set of keys from Kol's hand. "Damn! It's true that a lot had happened in here… So, it wasn't just gossips after all?" She came to the single conclusion; helping him toward the parking area. "Ok, come sweetie; I'll drive us there."


Thank you again, my dear readers, for reading the fourth installment of this TPOL sequel, titled: "Spectre of the night".

DO NOT THROWN STONES AT ME, PLEASE! I see all of you raging with the end scene … Be nice now! LOL – I HAVE A PLAN!

Can you spell "shit"? Because my sixth sense is telling me that they are in deep – serious "shit" right now ;)

The mayor finally told the truth about his true past identity.

Bonnie has finally found out about the missing money and Kol' betrayal.

Katherine and Elijah had a bit argument about the fact that he kept for himself the mayor' secret.

And Caroline will soon be questioning how safe Clara will be in Clovelly?

Much love to all of you,

Lovely Vero


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