A/N: Well sorry about the really slow update but blasted exams have kept me busy, I'm afraid most of my free time is spent revising right now! But here it is. I'm not totally happy with this but I had to just get it out since it's been so long and I didn't want to keep it waiting any longer. So don't be hesitant to alert me if there's any grammar slips or anything and I'll correct it :) Hope it's okay :) Thank you to anyone who has favorited/followed this story!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries or Twilight
Katherine heard a quiet chuckle behind her as she screamed and kicked against the magical threshold. She spun round to see a rugged, tired looking man.
"Katherine," he began, setting down Moby Dick and reaching for a bottle of whiskey, "we meet again."
"I don't know you," Katherine replied flatly, "I only knew you when you were Klaus."
A 'fair enough' expression crossed Alaric's as he drank straight from the bottle, "oh, we only met briefly when you were compelled to stay in my home and I invited Damon in…I suppose is was fleeting, huh."
Katherine gave up on beating the invisible wall and slid down the wall to sit casually on the floor, "Why are you in here? I thought you were their friend?" she asked.
Alaric hesitated – would it be foolish to tell Katherine things that she could possibly use against them? Probably. Alas, he shrugged and answered, "I have an evil alter ego."
"Ooh, that sounds fun," Katherine mocked. They sat in silence for a moment whilst Katherine surveyed Alaric with her eyes, "why did they leave you in here with me? I could kill you."
Alaric laughed without humour, "I don't know, I guess they had nowhere else to put the both of us. You wouldn't kill me anyway."
"Oh really?" Katherine challenged.
Reverse phycology…never fails, Alaric mused happily as Katherine grew irritated. He wanted to die of course – he was having trouble falling asleep and hoped he'd awaken from the dead as 'evil-Alaric'.
"Nope, you're not as wily as everyone makes out, I reckon," he pressed. He watched Katherine's eyes narrow and her body blur as she sped over to him.
"That's where you're wrong," she said, "I was killed less than a few hours ago and I'm vengeful. I want to release my anger, per se. So…"
Getting yourself killed in this town is way too easy, Alaric thought. He took one last sip from the bottle as Katherine's slender hand collided with his skull.
Smashing my brains in…that's a new one.
…
Klaus opened the door and pulled Renesmee out violently like the gentleman he was. She screamed loudly and pushed against him. He laughed at her pathetic attempts to thwart him, a little surprised at how weak she was for a hybrid – but then he remembered she was half human, not half werewolf. He grabbed her arm again and practically dragged her back into the house as Rebekah arrived out of nowhere, just in time to prevent Stefan from running off and getting back up.
"You're not going anywhere," she smiled, batting her eyelashes as she seized Stefan by the collar of his leather jacket. They stared at each other dangerously until Renesmee's screams interrupted them, causing Stefan to comply and follow Klaus into the boarding house. They all gathered in the living room and it wasn't long till Klaus began to bark orders to Stefan to find the last white oak stake.
"This is my house Klaus –"
"I don't care," Klaus cut across him, "you are below me I'll say what I want. Get the stake or I kill you and everyone you love," he said with a friendly smile which didn't match his threatening tone.
"No one knows where it is; we have to wait for Alaric's other side to come through," Stefan sighed. He felt like all he ever did was constantly repeat himself.
Klaus continued to pace the room angrily and Stefan took a glance at Renesmee who was trying to draw as little attention to herself as possible. She met his gaze and he tried to reassure her with a small nod but he didn't know what for – whenever Klaus was around anyone and everyone was in danger. At the same moment as Stefan realised Rebekah was not in the room he heard stumbling footsteps coming up the stairs from underground. Seconds later Alaric was thrown into the room, his face covered in bleeding cuts. Rebekah strutted in, mimicking dusting her hands off.
"Don't worry I didn't let Katherine out," she informed Stefan, "although I am curious as to why you haven't killed her yet…"
"Probably still besotted with the whore," Klaus suggested casually as he walked over to Alaric who was scrambling to his feet. Klaus grabbed Alaric and held him up by the throat, "Tell us where you've hidden the stake or I will kill you – and you know I will."
Alaric hesitated for a moment and everyone in the room for a moment thought he was willing to take his secret to the grave; Klaus tightened his grip until the veins in Alaric's neck began to bulge.
"Okay, okay!" Alaric choked out, "it's in the cave, where no vampire can get it," he cackled.
"Don't worry," Rebekah butted in, "I'll take him to get it. He'll hand it over. I'll make him."
"Fine," Klaus said shortly, handing Alaric over to her as if he were an object not a person. He watched his sister manhandle Alaric out of the door before turning to the remaining two people in the room. "So I bet you're wondering what I want you for," Klaus teased as he walked to loom over Renesmee who struggled to resist eye contact with the psychopath.
"Leave her alone."
"Shut up Stefan," Klaus snapped without taking his eyes off the redheaded hybrid. "Actually, on second thought, Renesmee, leave the room please."
Without query Renesmee began to practically run out of the room. Klaus grabbed her by the arm as she went past, "Don't leave the house," he said sternly, using his compulsion. When she'd left, Klaus turned to Stefan who was standing with his arms folded on the other side of the room.
"Take a seat, old friend," Klaus winked. Stefan didn't even crack a smile and hesitated for a moment before sitting in one of the two overstuffed armchairs by the roaring fire. Klaus lowered himself into the other. Stefan rubbed the lids of his eyes wearily; it had been a long day and something told him the night wasn't going to be any better. When he looked to Klaus, he appeared to be deep in thought.
"What's up Klaus?" Stefan asked in a tone which let the hybrid know he didn't actually care. Klaus scrutinized Stefan with his thousand years old eyes until the youngster grew uncomfortable.
"Let's talk business," Klaus began, "I've been watching the Cullens for a long time. I've even met The Volturi. Secretive bunch those ones. Anyway, when Renesmee was born I was quite intrigued; I wasn't aware vampires could procreate. You and I can't, nor can any of our species of vampire. Yet somehow that lot can – even though technically they aren't alive, the same as us. It doesn't make sense. Don't you agree?"
Stefan inclined his head. Klaus had a point.
"I've read up on Renesmee's kind of hybrid; they are very rare. Their kind of vampires don't tend to have sex with humans – sad, I know – because they have issues with self-control. Our kind do though. So it hardly seems fair that us guys are the ones who can't conceive. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a big fan of becoming a father myself but I'm pretty sure if you could it would make you seem a whole lot more eligible to Elena."
Klaus watched Stefan's reaction. Although he was clearly trying to keep his expression unreadable his sudden heightened interest in the turn that the conversation had taken was obvious. Klaus smirked smugly.
"Renesmee is half human," he continued, "which means unlike the rest of the vampire species that she stems from, she has blood and a tiny bit of venom running through her veins, as opposed to purely venom…" Klaus broke off in mid-sentence. Stefan couldn't tell whether the guy was gathering his thoughts or just trying to add suspension. Stefan kept his expression pensive despite the sudden eruption of hope that had exploded in his mind.
"None of our kind has ever been bitten by their kind," Klaus finally continued, "I'm curious to know what happens but I've never gotten round to it since I wouldn't subject myself to it, in case it took a turn for the worse. I haven't used someone else to experiment with it either in case it made them stronger somehow – stronger than me. And well I wouldn't want that now would I?" Klaus grinned.
"So what's your point? Why are you telling me all this?" Stefan asked impatiently.
"Well, Renesmee can't inject her venom into someone through a bite like a normal sparkly vampire can because her concentration is too weak. But if someone fed on her, I assume they'd be getting…about 90% blood and 10% venom, if that. So it would be in a small dose, which I think we can afford to experiment with."
"And you're suggesting that I'm the one who should feed on her?" Stefan scoffed, "not likely. It's too risky; we have no idea what will happen."
"Well think of it this way. This experiment can go one of three ways. Way one, their venom is poisonous to you, and you get seriously ill and possibly die. Way two, the venom turns you into a sparkly-type vampire. You see, their venom, when given to a human, begins the turning process – they don't have to go through all the faff that we do. Just a bite or injection is all it takes. So, if you had some of that then it may cause you to change into the sparkly kind of vampire. And then there's my favourite of them all: way three. Since it's a very low concentration of venom, it may not be enough to make a vampire of our species turn into a vampire of their species because we're too strong; hopefully you'd be able to overpower the small amount of venom. The venom would then circulate through your system until you use it up. Similar to how a human's body reacts to when we give them our blood. Whilst the venom is in your bloodstream, it may give you aspects of the sparkly kind of vampire – one of them potentially being the ability to reproduce." Klaus finished with a proud air to his last theory. They sat in silence whilst Stefan weighed up his options. He knew that Elena was desperate to someday have a family and that was something he could not give her, however much he wished he could. However, if he died…Stefan was well aware that Elena was still in love with him and as it was she didn't have many of the people she loved left. To risk leaving her would cancel out the good deed he would be doing by attempting to become fertile.
"It's still too risky," Stefan said finally, "I could die."
"It's okay Stefan mate, don't worry about it. I'm sure I can find another vampire round here that would do anything to gain the upper hand on winning the affection of Elena. Your brother, for example."
Klaus smiled in satisfaction as he saw Stefan tense up at the suggestion.
"Can't we just do a test on a random vampire first?" Stefan asked.
"Can't you just man up?"
"No!"
"Thought not," Klaus snorted, "fine, whatever, find us a vampire willing to be our guinea pig then."
"Wait," Stefan said, "what's in it for you?"
"That's for me to know and for you to…dot dot dot," Klaus said with a wry smile. Stefan blinked and by the time he'd opened his eyes the hybrid had disappeared from his seat. He looked to the door to see Klaus wave roguishly at him with Renesmee slung over his shoulder. "Call me when you find a vampire to conduct our little experiment on," he said, and in a flash he was gone.
So there you have it! Bit of a short chapter but it's all I had time for. By June my updates should be a lot more better and frequent :) so now we know what Klaus thinks Renesmee's blood will do (if he is telling the truth ;) ) but what is his alterior motive! And what are the Cullen's planning on doing about Renesmee's kidnapping? Stay tuned :) 3 Thank you so much for reading, reviews and/or suggestions are treasured xxxxxx
