Thank you to everyone who reviewed and followed and added the story to your favorite list! I appreciate it and I'm glad you like the story!
Helimoen: do you write stories because your ideas are really good! I didn't even think to put Caroline in Bonnie's world! That seems like such an obvious thing but it didn't even cross my mind! And don't worry, Enzo isn't out of the picture! I have a whole scene for him for a future chapter and maybe a physical appearance. I love a jealous Klaus!
Klaus and Caroline is my OTP but I really enjoy Enzo on the show (not so much going after Stefan's niece but his whole bad boy thing I like. Especially with Caroline so if Klaus will never have her, DAMNIT JULIE, I will settle for Enzo and Caroline but I think it may be the end of the line for him soon unless he stays alive? I doubt it though.
And oh my god THANK YOU for getting the underlying tones with the Caroline/Cami bit! I totally think that Cami is Caroline's replacement on the show! Like Julie was like we need a blonde like Caroline! And then Cami came! Like I personally don't dedicatedly watch the originals, I mentioned that, but I watch enough to dislike Cami but I wanted it to kind of push Caroline a little bit. I need her to get jealous!
Anyway, thank you for commenting and your suggestions! They were awesome! :)))
Klaus wasn't a coffee drinker. I thought maybe he indulged in a cup every once in a while but I was wrong. He took one look at the chalkboard menu behind the counter, scoffed, and paid for my coffee without buying his own. I offered him a sip of mine but he declined saying that he's been all over the world and that this was water compared to the coffee he's tasted. Well, excuse me.
We walked out of the small shop and back down the street. I heard the light sounds of a band playing off somewhere as people chatted around us. Some spoke about some upcoming party that would fill the streets in within days. Two girls that passed us whispered about it being wild. How wild could a public place get? Well, we were in New Orleans. Practically the home of flashing people.
"What party is everyone talking about?" I asked between sips of my coffee water.
Klaus seemed to be wrapped up in his thoughts but quickly pushed them aside to look at me. "The streets are blocked off and a ball takes place. It's a charity event that's been happening since Katerina." He turned down an alleyway and I followed.
I could use a party. "A girl just said it was wild."
"I would assume for a teenager it is. High society means high scandal."
I nodded in agreement. He was right.
"Well, why didn't you ask me to go?"
He stopped in front of a set of marble steps and turned to look at me again. "What makes you think I'm attending?"
I shrugged. "Despite your harsh exterior, I know you jump at the chance to show your face to people with power."
"You're confused, love," he said confidently. "I am the one with power."
I pursed my lips. "I want you to invite me. We have had a good time at events."
"And what are you going to wear?"
I smiled sweetly. "I'm sure you can lend me something. You did it for prom. Princess of Monaco hot, remember?"
He raised his eyebrows appreciatively. "I remember."
I stepped closer to him. "So, will you ask me?"
He leaned back just slightly, licking his lips just like he did the night I asked to borrow that dress. A smile played at those lips. "Love, would you like to accompany me to the party?"
I paused for just a moment before smiling so smugly it rivaled his. "And you say you're the one with the power?"
His mouth flattened to a conflicted line. I had bested him. It quickly smoothed out and upturned once again. I think he remembered that I was a challenge and he liked that about me.
He looked over to the stairs in front of us. His eyes traveled the large wooden doors and worked their way up to a set of three stain glass windows and further, to a cross. He brought me to a church.
"First a bar, then church? Do you want me to confess something?" I asked, following him up the stairs to the large, ancient wooden doors.
"Cami, the girl from the bar, her uncle was in charge of the church until he died."
Oh. Cami did serve a purpose then.
He pushed open the doors and the light pooled onto the carpet covered floor between the pews. It was dimly lit, a reoccurring theme here, and empty. A few candles were lit around the room, wax pooling beneath them. More stain glass windows adorned the walls with a large one at the front of the room.
"Klaus."
Klaus stepped slightly in front of me in a moment. He barely shielded me, but the message was clear. Do not touch me.
The guy from the party the night before, Marcel, walked down the stairs on the side of the room. Klaus eased up at the reveal, but didn't move away from me.
"Marcel."
Marcel turned his attention to me as he stepped onto the ground floor. "Caroline."
I stayed silent. Klaus tensed again in front of me. He didn't trust Marcel. Not fully at least.
"I'm not going to hurt her, Klaus. I can see that she means something to you."
"That's the problem."
Marcel lowered his brow over his eyes. "Why are you here?"
"I need Davina."
"For?"
"I need a powerful witch. Luckily, we have one right upstairs."
Marcel looked defensive now. "She isn't helping you."
I swallowed. "I need to see if she'll help me." I spoke finally.
Marcel raised an eyebrow. "And for what?"
"I have a friend stuck in purgatory and I want her back."
He looked at me in disbelief, "That's not possible."
"One of them returned, I just have another to come back."
Marcel shook his head. "She can't help."
"Why?"
"Because she doesn't help anyone associated with Klaus. They aren't on good terms."
"I need her." I probably sounded like a child needing something. Did I really need her? According to Klaus I did.
"Don't we all?"
"I want to talk to her," a girl's voice floated from the staircase. At the top was a teenage girl, maybe sixteen, very beautiful with long dark hair and olive skin. She looked older but there was innocence around her.
"You don't have to," Marcel said back, almost as a warning not to talk to me.
Davina shook her head. "I want to hear what she has to say."
Marcel looked at me again. "You have five minutes."
I sidestepped Klaus and walked to the stairs. Davina stood at the top like an angel staring at me. Enticing me to follow her.
I looked at Klaus who showed concern and anger on his face. She must be really powerful to not even have a fight from Klaus.
I followed Davina into a large converted attic. There was a bed in the center with a large canopy over it. A painting easel was next to it, with supplies sitting dangerously on a leather chest on the ground.
She went to it and began picking up paints and brushes.
I stood next to the door, slightly uncomfortable at this arrangement. I didn't know who she was or what she was capable of. Would she kill me? Or hurt me even?
"What do you need from me?" She asked quietly, painting something onto the canvas.
I put on a likable face. "I would like your help getting my friend back."
"Where is she?"
"She's on the other side. She's stuck. She was with a friend but they were able to come back and we want her back too."
Davina didn't look at me. She was focused on the canvas in front of her. "It's hard coming back from the dead."
"I know."
"People change," she warned.
"I'm a vampire, I know." I finally admitted for the first time since being here.
Davina looked over at me for the first time. She looked even younger up close. "Have you found other witches?"
"Yes, but they couldn't help. The magic is too strong, a whole coven's worth." This seemed to interest her as her mouth twitched slightly. With her being up in a Church's attic, I don't think she had much of a coven herself.
She turned back to the painting. "Did Klaus say anything about me?"
"No."
"I have a whole coven's worth."
"So you can help?"
"Some can't be helped."
She was walking around the problem. "I need to help her though. It's possible."
She eyed me for a moment. "How did the man get out?" The man? I didn't say anything about Damon. I said another person.
"He had some device and a solar eclipse with Bennett blood." I motioned with my hands the size of the device I had seen.
"The Bennett line is strong."
She was totally Yoda-ing me right now. She sounded like an ancient voice of reason that would point me to my destiny. "That's what I heard."
"Bonnie can't be saved."
"How did you-"
She put down her brushes and looked at her painting. With a small smile she picked up the large canvas. "She's pretty."
She turned it to me.
It was Bonnie sitting in the Salvatore house.
Thick, black letters created the word "cursed" over her face.
Then she began to scream.
Marcel appeared in an instant. He pushed me hard against the wood-paneled wall before being thrown to the ground by Klaus.
"Do not touch her," he growled over Marcel.
Marcel was quick to stand and went to Davina's side. "What happened?"
"She needs to leave!" Davina yelled at me.
"I didn't do anything," I said touching the back of my neck. Marcel was quick to almost snap it.
"She's cursed!" Davina continued, moving towards her bed. "She is bringing people here."
"Get out!" Marcel yelled at me before going to her side.
"What is happening?" I asked them. It was fine two seconds ago and now I'm being damned?
"You need to go."
"Her presence brings something awful," Davina hissed at me.
My presence? "I thought you were a witch, not a psychic."
Davina flinched.
A strong ringing entered my ears. Its strong buzz caused me to curl inwards wanting the pain to cease. I covered my ears, nothing stopped it. It was powerful, bringing me to my knees in agony. It was as if she set my brain on fire.
"Enough!" Klaus' voice boomed and the ringing ceased immediately. "We're leaving." Klaus pulled me onto my feet and led me from the room.
"What was that?" I asked, undoubtedly upset at the whole thing. I didn't go after the girl, nor did I threaten to.
I followed Klaus back onto the street. The sun was still bright and high above the clouds. We hadn't been in there for more than a few minutes. "That was your chance at saving your little witch."
