Ties That Tear Apart


Summary: If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. And if that still doesn't work, steal their prized possessions, the girl. Yeah the girl.

Chapter II: The High Priestess


As soon as Klaus entered the living room, he was bombarded with Elena's arms wrapped around his middle. He rose his own up, in shock. He should have expected it. She was always more touchy after feeding. He found it odd, sometimes, well in moments like this. He let his arms fall by his sides, resting his hands on her hips, holding her against him before he pushed her away. She stumbled. Her hair was a mess, matted.

"I didn't sleep with him, Klaus." She said, holding her wrist to her chest, tilting her head to look at him. Sorrow was in her eyes, but it quickly vanished. "He's fed though. He went to go see his girl." She said it with disgust.

"Jealous, Elena?" Klaus wagged his finger at her, hitting his tongue at the roof of his mouth.

Elena huffed, stomping her foot onto the wooden ground, but it done nothing for Klaus. He couldn't stand her tantrums. He found no use for them, they got her nowhere with him.

"No, I'm not. It's just she gets to sleep with him. You won't touch me."

Klaus lowered his head, wondering where all this was coming from. She's never brought this up with him before. She gets fed off of, she leaves to her room to do god knows what, but this...is new land for Klaus. He dare doesn't want to touch this, but he has to prove a point.

He backs her up into a wall, grabbing for her wounded wrist, gripping it tightly in his hands. "You don't get to run this ship, Elena. If I want to fuck you, I will. If not, then thank me you're alive. Just because Damon..."

Elena rolled her eyes, scoffing. "He won't touch me either. Am I a leper?"

Klaus pushes himself away from her, almost throwing her to the side as he turns on his heel. "Elena, go to your room." He keeps walking, without looking back. He's not going to take this from her.

"I bet if I was Katherine, you'd touch me, right? I almost look like her. It's probably why you keep me around." She shouted at his back.

Klaus stopped in his tracks, a rough loud feral growl erupted from his chest. He turned his body, appearing in front of Elena in seconds. She jumped, fear in her eyes. He wrapped his hands around her throat, pushing her against the wall. "You are bold tonight, Elena. Marcel let you get away with your gesture. But he and I aren't the same." He tightened his grip around her throat. Elena let out choked breath. "Go to your room." He let out another growl. She wasn't even worth the compulsion.

He slammed her head into the wall. She let out a whimper of a yell. "No. You don't..." He replied to her other question, watching as she slid down the wall. He scoffed, shaking his head to clear his mind of the forth coming thought. It seemed like with Marcel and Caroline's arrival everyone was acting completely bonkers. It wouldn't stop him from what he and Marcel had talked about. He would have his hybrids, hopefully that was kept under wraps while Marcel stayed with him. He had known of Marcel throwing out most of the New Orleans wolves, those said wolves were under his control and he hoped Marcel wouldn't figure out that those wolves were hybrids like him. Klaus shook his head. This was too much. But it would be over quickly, soon, he would help figure out who was trying to kill his child and then send him back. He had plans, he couldn't have Marcel and his precious Caroline meddling around in them. He'd bite them both if he had too.

"Klaus, there is something you should see."

Klaus paused himself from his thoughts, looking about to pull himself in his surroundings. He hadn't realized that his thoughts had carried him towards the living room. All his hybrids were lazing about looking over something. He stood over all of them. It seemed like each time he made his way towards this Caroline, something always stopped him. "What?" He spat harshly.

Kale was in the crowd. He kneeled before Klaus, one hand wrapped around his ankle. The other out before him. Out of all Klaus's hybrids, Kale was the strangest, but loyal. Kale would die for him, no question. "I fear this is deeper than we expected."

Klaus looked at all of them, his eyes still on as Kale as he did so. "Why would that be?"

"Remember Tyler Lockwood? He had an uncle, Mason Lockwood. I smelled him around the area of the crash."

Tyler Lockwood. Klaus remembered him. He had been his first hybrid success. Tyler had broken the hold Klaus had on him and went his way. He had heard through the grapevine that he had been in the mountains with his uncle, hiding from him. He had planned to hit them next after everything was settled here.

"Mason Lockwood is in town." He rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe this. The next words out of his mouth felt like bile. "Don't tell me or bring myself to believe, the gay werewolf that died was Tyler?"

Kale whimpered. Klaus roared.

;..:

Caroline was wrapped up in Marcel's embrace. It was suffocating her, but she welcomed it. If he had known what she had been doing with that Damon character, he'd kill her. She swallowed hard, snuggling up to him. He felt warmer than usual. She didn't want to question it, she would take that he had fed off another and be satisfied with that. As long as it wasn't her. And above all, she was grateful her state of undressness hadn't come across his mind as something more than what it was.

"We're safe here, Care. My sire, he'll protect us both."

Caroline nodded, glancing about the small room. She hoped his sire wasn't Damon. Marcel would probably hand her over to him just to please him and with what he had mentioned. She didn't want to deal with that. Especially since she was still thinking over Tyler. If he had been gay, why did he end up dead? Or had he been lying to gain her trust and then use it against her.

"Can I ask you something, Marcel?"

Marcel nodded. His hands moving back and forth over her bare back.

She swallowed hard. She had known, once, that he had compelled her, but she wouldn't think he would do it again. Especially if that's what her dream was about. "Why was the reason that Tyler died?"

Marcel pushed Caroline off of him, pulling himself to a stand, clasping his hands together as he swung his legs off the side of the bed, his back to Caroline's front. "Why ask that?"

Caroline shrugged. "No reason. It's been on my mind since Tyler's death and now, I almost died. I want to know what I'm being hunted for."

Marcel looked at Caroline over his shoulder, his eyes hard on her face. He had the sudden urge to kiss her, distract her so she would shut up about it. He had ran the werewolves out for a reason and only welcomed Tyler back because of what he was. "Let's not talk about this now. You need to rest." He pushed himself to a stand, stretching his arms out in front of him before sliding them into his pockets.

Caroline balanced herself on her knees, the towel falling from off her body as her brows came together in fury. "Don't you shut me out, Marcel. I won't do this. Not now."

Marcel whipped his body to face Caroline, he couldn't believe the boldness. Maybe it was Klaus's blood in her body. He opened his mouth, ready to scream, shout, say something towards this. It sort of reminded him of when he first met her.

Suddenly, Marcel turned to face the door behind him as it opened, revealing Klaus. He stood tall in the doorway in black leather and jeans. His face read nothing but anger and Marcel kept his ground. Caroline did not. She sunk back to sitting on her bottom, scooting back behind Marcel so she wouldn't be seen.

"Marcel leave the room. I want to have a chat with your bloodbag."

Caroline fought the urge to speak as Marcel nodded, dipping his head. Klaus watched him leave, only to lock the door leaving them alone. He turned his attention towards Caroline. She was grabbing for the covers, pulling them on her to cover her naked body. He could see her curves through the thin material.

"You must be Klaus."

Klaus nodded, moving to sit in the chair that was beside the dresser, throwing one of his legs over the other.

"You must be the infamous Caroline." He paused, grinning, raking his eyes over her, trying to hide the fact that she was…gorgeous. He swallowed hard, shifting in his seat uncomfortable. He felt a pulling urge to sit next to her and take back what she had almost gave to Damon. That was something he needed to wrap his head around.

"I'm just Marcel's fiancée. Nothing special."

Klaus threw his head back in laughter. Caroline jumped at the action. It was like Marcel's, something she was used too, but Klaus, his was more deadly. "Don't start that, Caroline. Let's talk like two girls. I would love to gossip."

Caroline shook her head. "I don't take you for the gossiping type."

Klaus chuckled, a smirk spread along his features. "Oh, I've always loved tales."