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
This chapter is dedicated to my writer of fan fictions' friend, Melissa. The last scene (particularly) is dedicated to her and in relation to her unbelievable attraction to the ghosts' world … I hope she'll understand why I thought of her while writing this present update.
TAKE GOOD NOTE: AFTER UPDATING "BATTLE OF THE SPECIES" ONE ADDITIONAL TIME, I WILL TAKE A HIATUS OF A FEW WEEKS TO RECHARGE MY BATTERIES. LIFE HAS BEEN PARTICULARTLY EXHAUSTING FOR ME THE PAST FEW MONTHS, AND I NEED TO SIMPLY RELAX AND TAKE TIME FOR MYSELF. THIS SAID; WHEN I'LL FEEL FULLY RECHARGED AND RESTED, I'LL COME BACK TO CONTINUE THIS AMAZING SAGA. THANKS FOR YOUR UTMOST UNDERSTANDING.
Previously on TPOL – The Legend Sequel…
"Maybe we can find some help outside the village?" One of the fishermen proposed, hopeful. "Maybe there could be some kind of ghostbusters willing to bring Klaus and your niece back home?"
"Yeah! That could be a good idea, Mayor!" Others shouted, enthusiastically.
"Then we could reprise our normal life." Another one commented.
"These poor lard have no idea how far from the truth they truly are." George commented, in a low murmur, near the mayor' right ear.
"Not so long ago, it was actually you, George." Mayor Brownston commented himself; before rising his head at the response that came from the entrance of the dining room.
"Getting out of the village as of now is an impossible task!" Stefan Salvatore commented, loudly; while bringing a dead silence into the assembly.
"Stefan?" Elena whispered his name, turning her head toward Damon; with much surprise plastered on her and his face.
"Stefan?" Damon called, himself.
"Hi brother!" Stefan saluted, with a nod and smile. "Don't tell me you change career and recycled yourself into babysitting?" He grinned, some more.
"You don't know the half of it!" Damon commented, a loud sigh escaping is parted lips.
"And why is that, Mister Salvatore?" The mayor questioned, lowering the microphone into George's hand; before grabbing his cane to walk in direction of their present guest.
"Simply because a large invisible wall is encircling the perimeters of the village, forbidding all of us to do so, Mayor Brownston." Stefan responded; leaving, once again, the entire assembly under a dead silence.
Chapter 10
"The truth, and nothing but …"
Clovelly, present time …
Mayor Brownston limped back and forth on the length of the opened deck located in the front entrance of the Rose Garden Pub; holding the guard rail with one hand, while stopping from time to time to pass a nervous hand through his tangled greyish hair. The night has set his black curtains down, and the rain has stopped with a coolness that was now filling the air surrounding them.
"Will I appear too greedy if I do ask for more clarification about what is truly going on in this village?" Stefan Salvatore shrugged, dumbfounded.
"Wait just a minute son." The mayor took a deep breath raising his sight to stare at the night sky and the full moon above their heads. This meeting has taken all day … All day!
"They finally left." Trevor confirmed, approaching them; while nonchalantly throwing a kitchen towel on his left shoulder.
"All of them?" The mayor questioned; carefully.
"Well, except "us" dear uncle!" Trevor confirmed, sarcastically. "They say they will reunite in the morning near the entrance borders or the village."
"That won't change a damn thing!" The mayor snapped back.
"I can confirm that." Stefan nodded in Trevor's direction; while leaning on the guardrail, arms crossed over his muscular chest. "They won't be able to leave the premises of the village. My question is why though?"
"How is it that we can't get out of here?" Rebekah asked, passing the threshold of the entrance door, while wrapping a shawl around her shoulders, with her sight narrowed on the mayor.
"I have no idea; Rebekah." Mayor Brownston shook his head. "Obviously; it's a clear loophole of the spirits world."
"How am I supposed to get out of here now?" Rebekah questioned; breathless.
"Why? There's a rush?" Stefan questioned; opening both of his eyes widely.
"Rebekah, not now!" Trevor mumbled, under clenched teeth.
"Then when?" Rebekah questioned, slyly.
"Obviously my dear; there is no simple solution as to get out of this village "as of now"!" The mayor responded; eyeing his nephew, suspiciously. Troubles could be smell a mile of distance regarding his nephew' relationship to Rebekah… Not that he hadn't smell the rotten rat in advance.
"And I'm still waiting for a response to my outmost pertinent question?" Stefan rose his hand; smirking.
"That's a question that I want to be answered also, Mayor?" Lizzy questioned, reaching the front deck of the pub.
"In short, the spirits world reopened its gate with the apparition of my past ship; my niece, Elijah and their friends were sent back in time to find a way to close it for good." The Mayor gave the shortest response possible.
"What did he just say?" Lizzy questioned, speechless and dumbstruck. "He can't be serious?"
"Well, that about covers it for me!" Stefan clapped both of his hands together; strengthening his body into a standing position.
"For you? But it certainly doesn't for me! Where … Where will I sleep tonight?" Lizzy asked, darting her angry stare at Trevor.
"I'm sure there are plenty of rooms available at the Pub; just ask Trevor?" Stefan shrugged; not seeing a single problem in that humble request.
"I don't have any more money." Lizzy pouted, adorably; crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Well; I'm also sure that in the middle of a crisis such as the one of being stuck in this village, the room will be free of charge, right Trevor?" Stefan eyed mayor Brownston' nephew; while waiting for an affirmative answer.
"I don't want her in my establishment!" Trevor responded, dryly, under clenched teeth.
"Really? Do I have a say in this matter?" Rebekah grabbed Trevor's left upper arm to turn him around to face her. "You're going to leave a young woman outside in the dark and cold, on a full moon night?"
"Weren't you leaving a minute ago? Oh no, wait … You can't leave this village… Bummer for you, Rebekah!" Trevor replied, perniciously.
"What the hell is going on here?" Stefan questioned the mayor, who rolled his eyes to the full moon above his head.
"What is going on is that Lizzy here slept with Kol; and now Bonnie wants a divorce!" Trevor announced to Stefan, unceremoniously.
"Oh…" Stefan opened his eyes, widely. "You know about this?" He questioned the mayor.
"Is there something that can honestly stay a secret in Clovelly?" The mayor responded, shrugging.
"Good point." Stefan replied, agreeable.
"I did not sleep with Kol in my work duties!" Lizzy lashed out at Trevor. "I slept with him because we had a thing in the past. I had no idea he was married!"
"Oh that makes a real difference, sweetheart!" Trevor spat back. "You just broke a fucking marriage!"
"Sometimes you don't need a hooker to break a relationship!" Rebekah replied, slyly, while turning on herself to reach the entrance. "No offense, Lizzy."
"What that fucking means?" Trevor commented, dryly.
"None taken!" The said young woman replied.
"Trevor … The moon is reaching his highest "spot" in the sky." The mayor commented, his sight fixated on the night sky.
"Right." Trevor responded. "Time for me to turn, I suppose?" He added, disappearing from their present stares.
"For him to turn?" Lizzy turned on herself to glance at Stefan. "For him to turn into what? An asshole?"
"Don't even ask." The young vampire shook his head, repeatedly.
"So now, what?" She questioned some more.
'Why are you looking at me?" Stefan shrugged, dumbstruck.
"I believe the young lady wants you to be a Good Samaritan, Stefan." The mayor replied, smirking; pulling his pipe from the inside of his parka to light it up, before taking a few puffs of smoke.
"Thank you very much, mayor Brownston … Like it wasn't crystal clear before!" Stefan mumbled, between his clenched teeth.
"Never mind! I prefer to sleep in my car for the next few days, while freezing to death!" Lizzy shook her head, tears filling her eyes; before taking off in a run toward the parking lot.
"Oh shit!" Stefan sighed, loudly; closing his eyes. "Why am I always in this kind of predicament?"
"If I was you, young man; I would run after her. No one should sleep in a car." The mayor commented, truthfully. "Especially with Trevor running around in his werewolf form."
"You're right!" Stefan replied, with a single nod; before running after her.
"Youth… And yet it was so simple at that time." Mary who had discreetly reached the Mayor's standing position, commented.
"What do you want?" The mayor snapped, taking a deep breath into his lungs. He couldn't shake the bad feeling this woman was triggering in his entire being.
"You had forgotten your cane inside; I was simply bringing it to you." She held his cane; a smile blessing both corners of her pink lips.
"I would have come inside to pick-it-up myself!" The mayor growled, snapping the cane from her hand. "There was no need for you to come."
"I'll take that as your unique way to say: Thank you!" Mary replied, leaning her upper body on the guard rail; her sight rose to the night sky. "Isn't it a beautiful night?"
"I don't like you!" The mayor pointed a finger underneath her nose. "I don't like you and I don't trust you!"
"It's entirely your prerogative." She nodded, still smiling.
"And there is something about you … I can't quite put my finger on it as of now; but believe me woman I surely will!" He mumbled, under clenched teeth; limping toward the entrance door of the pub.
"Mayor Brownston?" Mary called; holding her laughter at bay.
"What?" He asked, dryly.
"You forgot your cane again." She handed it to him, one additional time; under his loud growls of anger.
Clovelly village - Past spirit world …
Elijah sat silently in front of Captain Brownston, at a large wooden table of the Rose Garden Tavern; nervously pulling on the high collar of his uniform' shirt, while trying to bring oxygen into his lungs.
The tall man rose his fiery sight on him; letting a few growls out of his throat; while engulfing his scrambled eggs in his mouth.
"It's simply unacceptable, Quarter Master. Your attitude of the past week has simply been unacceptable" The captain burst, angrily; while finally cutting the heavy silence. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I … I don't …" Elijah tried to place a word or two, without being able to finish his sentence.
"Unacceptable!" The captain lashed out once more; lowering his heavy coffee cup on the wooden table. "You are one of the best men I've ever had the pleasure to work with on my ship… And now… Now; you can't even stand on the deck when the ship has dropped the anchor at the port without throwing up overboard!"
"I wouldn't go that far, Captain…" Elijah tried to deny the last statement; raising a finger in the air.
"Don't interrupt me when I talk, Quarter Master!" Captain Brownston rose a forbidden finger at the young man standing in front of his sight.
"Of course." Elijah swallowed, painfully.
"You've acted strangely the past few days." The captain commented, in a lower voice; lowering his chest over the table. "I thought for the most parts that you were drunk all the time!"
"I can assure you that I did not drink more than … Well, what I drink usually; if I may say to you." Elijah confirmed, solemnly. "And that is the truth and nothing but the truth."
"That is why I believe that there's a slight possibility that you've caught the "thing"… this strange sickness that some men caught while sailing on the water." Captain Brownston added, seriously.
"The "thing"?" Elijah questioned, a smirk blessing his full lips; while raising both of his eyebrows in questioning.
"You perfectly know what I'm talking about!" The Captain whispered. "This unknown sickness causing hallucinations and vertigo." He explained, evasively.
"Yes, of course the "thing"." Elijah nodded, agreeably; having "no fucking" idea what the "thing" was!
"So what do you think?" Captain Brownston insisted.
"I couldn't say for sure; Captain." Elijah replied, with much reserve.
"Mm…" His first in chief moaned; bringing the large cup of coffee back to his lips. "Nevertheless, Quarter Master; I prefer to release you from your duties on sea for the time being."
Thank you Lord and all the Saints in "fucking" Heaven!
"If you think that is preferable, Captain." Elijah nodded, once more; trying to hide his overjoyed excitement.
"Well; until we are sure that you did not catch this "thing", of course!" The captain nodded.
"Of course." Elijah agreed, with much relief perceived in his voice.
"In the meantime, I have an assignment for you Quarter Master." Captain Brownston proposed, scraping his throat.
This had been too good to be true!
"An assignment, Captain? Of which kind?" Elijah asked; sweat rolling down his nose from his forehead.
"As you are now informed, I'll soon leave with my ship in a few days in recognition to find some pirates' ship that has been lurking around the port." He informed his second in chief.
Susannah! Would she be aboard?
"How can I be of help?" Elijah questioned, politely.
"By becoming my eyes, Quarter Master." The Captain replied, still whispering. "While I'm gone of course."
"I'm not sure I'm following you; Captain?" Elijah asked some more, while frowning.
"I need you to become my fiancée' vigilante for the next few days." Captain Brownston proposed. "I need you to keep a good eye on Lady Katherine while I'm gone. And that at all times!"
Lord Jesus THANK YOU!
"It'll be an honor, Captain!" Elijah nodded, with respect; hiding the sparks of pure joy still filling his eyes by lowering his head. "If Lady Katherine agrees to the said proposition; of course."
"She won't have any other choices in the matter; this is my decision." The captain replied, unshakable.
"The eggs were to your satisfaction, Captain?" A servant approached their table, nodding in much respect; a twinkle of humor perceived in her eyes.
"What do you think woman?" He rose his head at her approach; burping loudly. "They were cold and certainly not to my satisfaction!" He reproached, pushing the empty plate toward her.
"I wonder what could actually become satisfactory to you." She whispered, under clenched teeth; before grabbing the empty plate.
"What did you just say woman?" The captain asked, narrowing his sight on the servant; while, against his dislike of her, appreciating her deep neckline and voluptuous curves. But, it would be a cold day in hell before he would think of sharing his bed with such a woman… A shrew she was!
"I was saying that maybe another cup of strong coffee could awake you and give you more energy for a day at sea, Captain." She replied, lying through her teeth; a large smirk spreading on her lips.
Elijah was sitting at a close proximity of their exchange; arms crossed over his chest, amusement plastered on his face. This was certainly a woman who could held both of Captain's balls with one hand! Now why does he have the distinct impression that he has seen her before?
"That is certainly not what you were saying!" The captain replied, dryly; pulling a few gold coins from the inside pocket of his uniform, before throwing it on the table. "Now, go see if you could bother anyone else!"
"Well, certainly Captain!" The servant made a reverence, winking at Elijah; while grabbing the few gold coins thrown on the table, before turning on her heels to disappear away from their sights.
"That was certainly a large amount of money you've just thrown toward this woman for such a bad service; Captain Brownston." Elijah teased, while holding his laughter. "Maybe; just maybe … You don't dislike her so much?"
"You want to repeat that, Quarter Master?" He shouted back; both hands placed on each side of his tensed body.
"No! It was nothing." Elijah cleared his throat; promptly raising on his legs. "It was nothing!"
"That is what I thought, Quarter Master!" Captain Brownston added, loudly; before rapidly strolling toward the exit of the tavern.
"Can I help you?" Klaus rose his head at the distinguished man who had passed the threshold of his forgery.
"Good morning my brave man." Lord Kol saluted, a hand rose on the edge of his high hat shape.
"My Lord." Klaus saluted of a nod. "What can I do for you? Are you in need of my services?"
"You're not recognizing me?" Kol questioned, smiling; lowering his hat on the work table.
"Yes … I do now." Klaus replied, courteous. "You and the Quarter Master, you both brought me back the other night."
"Indeed, we did." Kol confirmed, before throwing a velvet pouch fill with gold coins on the work table. "I believe this is yours."
"How?" Klaus questioned, surprised; grabbing the pouch holding his money with his right hand.
"Let's just say I knew how to steal before it was stolen for good from you." Kol winked, playfully.
"Thank you, my Lord." Klaus appreciated the gesture. "I'll be forever in your debt… I thought it was lost?"
"And now it's back to its rightful owner. It's very rare you'll see me acting with such chivalry." Kol confirmed; placing his hat back on his head. "Try to stay away from Lord Lockwood' path; he's a dangerous, malicious man."
"I can be as dangerous as he is." Klaus replied, chin rose; both fists firmly closed on each side of his tensed body.
"But you're considered poor in this ugly despicable world we're living in, my brave man… And that alone is a huge handicap wearing your name." Kol spoke the truth; turning on his heels to reach the exit.
"Quarter Master?" Bonnie exclaimed; astonishment plastered on her face. "This establishment is only open at night; you'll need to come back at a later time." She proposed, politely; standing in the middle of the room, between the empty poker tables.
"Lady Bonnie." Elijah made a reverence, his hand placed on the handle of his sword.
"Oh … I am anything but a lady." She let a shy smile spread on her lustrous lips; redness filling her cheeks. "But it's nice to hear it from your mouth."
"I beg the difference. A woman who took time to help another woman in need; for me she can be called a lady." Elijah replied; which much sincerity felt in his voice.
"It seemed right at the moment." Bonnie added. "Is she well?"
"Lady Katherine? Yes, she is well." He replied, smiling.
"Is there anything else, Quarter Master?" Bonnie inquired, turning on herself to walk toward the empty bar counter.
"Bonnie?" Elijah called her name; while grabbing her right wrist with a firm grip of his hand.
"Yes?" She turned on herself; her sight dropping to the large hand holding her wrist prisoner. "Oh? I'm … If you're in need of female companionship; you'll need to ask …" She tried to explain to him; with good chosen words.
"Oh dear no! You misunderstood my gesture." Elijah interrupted her, in the middle of her sentence; suddenly releasing his grip on her wrist. "I wanted to talk to you about …"
"Yes?" Bonnie replied; frowning her nose. Something about that man was so familiar to her. But, she couldn't put her finger on what it was exactly?
"Mm … I know you…" Elijah tried a subtle approach.
"Yes, we met the other night; it seems you remember because you came back?" She reminded him; tilting her head to the right.
"I meant: I know you from before that day." He added; nervously passing his right hand through his tangled hair.
"I don't recall to ever have meeting you before that day?" Bonnie replied; arching her eyebrows in surprise.
"We were friends … We still are friends." Elijah couldn't hold his say any longer.
"Oh…. Quarter Master; I'm so sorry!" Bonnie exclaimed; raising her right hand in front of her exposed neck.
"What? Why would you be sorry?" He shook his head; disoriented.
"You caught the "thing"; did you? This rare sickness that many crews of ships have had the displeasure to experience. That "thing" is known to cause hallucinations." She explained; compassionate.
"What? No, no, no …" He denied the allegation. "I'm quite healthy thank you!" He added. "This is the truth and nothing but…"
"I'm sorry, I can't do anything for you. Maybe a doctor could ease your discomfort and pain?" She suggested; taking a few steps toward the back; before nodding her head for help toward one of the doormen.
"You need to leave now; Quarter Master!" The tall muscular man suggested to Elijah; placing himself between Bonnie and the visitor.
"Bonnie you can't deny that something inside of you is telling you that you knew me from before; from another life?" Elijah busted; impatient.
"I'm sorry … I wish you well." She nodded; raising the many layers of her skirt; before leaving the room by swirling on herself in a rustle of tulle.
"You need to leave and come back at night!" The man repeated; while grabbing Elijah's left upper arm to drag him toward the exit.
"Alright, alright… I'm leaving!" Elijah agreed, before being pushed out of the establishment; standing alone in the middle of the alley a few seconds later.
Lady Caroline pulled the hood of her cloak over her face; she could only hope that none of the villagers would get a single glimpse at her bruised face. Her husband, Lord Tyler Lockwood, had been particularly violent the previous night. Her present injuries were the proof of his bad temper. Thankfully for her, he has left the village for a few days.
She made her way through the market tables; being asked along the way to taste a delicious apple, or to buy the fresh fish who had been caught the same morning. She refused with polite shakes of her head. Her journey to the market had one purpose, and one purpose only: find the woman who was known for her healing plants ointments.
"How much for those two pieces of fish?" A male voice asked the trader; sending a range of goosebumps in her spine. That voice could only belong to one man … and one man only!
"Three gold coins for the black-smith!" A toothless man replied, laughing.
"That is extortion!" Klaus shouted back. "I give you one gold coin and not one single more!"
She took the diversion to rush her steps through the tents, pushing her way through the crowd; before suddenly tripping on the long length of her skirt, falling face first on the ground.
"A Milady has fallen face first into the mud!" A passerby commented, meanly; triggering the general laughter.
"Lady Caroline!" She heard his call; before feeling two strong arms raising her back on her feet. "Are you well?"
"I'm well … Please let me go!" She begged Klaus to do; keeping her sight down with her hood still placed over her head.
"Let me see for myself if you are well?" Klaus insisted; pushing the fabric of her hood back on her shoulders; before cupping her face with both hands. "You are hurt! Who did this to you?" He suddenly exclaimed, dumbstruck at the sight of her bruises and black eye.
"It's nothing let me go, please?" Caroline begged even more; pushing both of her hands on his bulged chest.
"It's not nothing! Did he do this to you?" Klaus growled, unhappy.
"No… Please…" She shook her head; left under a sudden dizzy spell.
"Caroline?" Klaus whispered her name; sliding his left arm around her waist to support her fainting body.
"I'm … I'm just feeling disoriented..." She managed to mumble; before losing consciousness.
"Caroline?" Klaus called a second time; before raising her frail body in his strong arms, the speechless crowd as witness.
"Rosa!" Klaus shouted, pushing the front door of his humble abode; before reaching the small back kitchen in a few steps.
"Oh Jesus in heaven! What happened to this young lady?" Rosa exclaimed, in shock; dropping the dough she was kneading in an instant.
"She's been beaten badly." Klaus responded; turning his head to glance at Caroline's head that was resting on his left shoulder.
"By whom?" Rose questioned, dumbstruck. "Who would do such a thing to such a beautiful young woman?"
"Her bastard of husband." He mumbled, angrily; between clenched teeth.
"Quickly son!" She ordered him; gesturing toward the small corridor. "You need to lye her down on your paillasse."
A few quick steps later; he entered his humble quarter that consisted of a wooden bed and a paillasse, with a small handmade desk, a chair and a lamp. He gently lay Caroline's body down, taking a few steps back; his right hand nervously brushing his tangled curly hair.
"I'm sure a lady such as she is accustomed to better accommodation; but we don't have time." Rosa commented; holding a large bowl in her hand and a few cloths. "You need to boil me some water, and …" She buried her hand in the front pocket of her apron to retrieve a few gold coins. "This was put aside to buy us more flour to make breads; but when God brings someone to our door that needs help; we need to answer his call." She commented. "Go back to the market and find a woman named: Angela. Most are thinking she is a witch of some sort. But she is just gifted at making potions and ointments."
"You're the best mother I could have asked for…" Klaus lowered his head; softly blessing her forehead of a kiss. "But you need to keep your money." He closed her hand over the coins. "I'll bring you the water and then I'll be back as soon as I can with the ointment."
"How is she?" Klaus inquired; reaching the bedroom door that Rosa had just closed behind her back; while holding the bassinet in her hands.
"She's resting and she'll heal in time." Rosa commented; while wiping her hands on her apron. "She told me her name was Lady Caroline. She also asked about you?"
"I have the ointment." He responded; light redness filling his cheeks.
"She's married, my son; you can't go against the sanctity of church; it would be a sin." Rosa commented with a soft voice.
"Wasn't it a sin when her husband raised his hand on her on multiple times?" He shouted, unhappy; pacing back and forth on the length of the small corridor.
"It's not our place to judge." Rosa nodded; joining her hands together. "He'll be punished by God in due time."
"Then whose place is it?" Klaus hold his pace; his bulged chest raising under his heavy breathing. "Who will protect her from this possessed man?"
"I saw the way you were looking at that young woman, and I felt the curiosity in her voice about you." Rosa explained her concerns. "I've waited a long time for you to open your heart this way, Klaus; because of your "condition" you were so closed off. But this isn't right!" She shook her head. "She's married; and you're not entitled to take what is not yours."
"Since the first time I lay my eyes on her; I instinctively knew that she was already mine!" He replied, unbreakable.
"Oh Klaus … My dear son; much troubles will find you if you continue on this path." Rosa commented, nervously; while gently placing her left hand on his right forearm. "I bathe her; now her wounds need to be covered by this ointment."
"I'll do it." Klaus nodded; obedient.
"You can't touch a married woman, Klaus; it's an additional sin you'll put on your shoulders." Rosa whispered, hopeful to make him redeem himself. "Take this dirty water and let me do it?"
"Believe me I've reached hell already, or heaven, it depends how you see it… Because, I've already did more than touching her, Rosa. I kissed her, I caressed her… Tasted her… It's like I've always known her." He replied, truthfully. "I'll take care of her, because it's what I'll do from now on."
"Oh…." Rosa closed her eyes, a loud sigh escaping her parted lips. "Then … May God be with you, Klaus."
"Rosa? Is it you?" Caroline called her name; standing in front of the small bed, naked as the day she was born; with her back turned to the visitor. "Look; I am able to stand!" She added, unsteady on her two legs.
Klaus took a deep breath inside his lungs, while closing his eyes for a few seconds; with both fists closed on each side of his tensed body at the sight of her bruised and lacerated body. At the first chance he'll get; he swore to himself in silence that he would kill Lord Tyler Lockwood!
"I know I'm not quite there yet … But; with the help of the ointment; I should heal very quickly." Caroline added; with a forced enthusiasm felt in her voice.
"You can barely stand." She heard the soft whisper of his voice caress her left ear.
"Klaus!" She finally realized his presence in the small room; promptly grabbing the white sheet on the bed to rapidly wrap her bruised and injured naked body with it; only to swirl on herself to face him. "What are you doing here? I … I thought Rosa would came back?" She questioned, shakily; pulling the fabric high on her chest, before unexpectedly losing her equilibrium.
"Catching you in my arms, Caroline; like I will always do from now on." Klaus whispered, softly; inhaling the soft perfume of her hair, with his left arm firmly placed around her waist to help her stand. "Take a deep breath inside your lungs; it will stop your dizziness." He suggested, gently; which she did without arguing. "Are you feeling better?"
"I'm not a fragile doll; if it's what you're implying!" Caroline replied, slyly.
"You're a strong and earless woman; I would never think of you as "fragile"." Klaus responded; before helping her sit on the paillasse. "When is the last time you ate?"
"I don't remember." She shook her head; slowly raising her sight to meet his burning gaze.
"Rosa will prepare you some vegetables soup with a slice of bread. It's probably not what you're accustomed to eat; but it'll do for the time being." Klaus informed, taking a sitting position near her own.
"Please, I'm already indebted to you and Rosa." Caroline shook her head, vehemently. "Don't ever presume that I think of myself as being above the villagers of Clovelly; that would kill me more than..." She held her say; lowering her sight from his inquiring one.
"She's not my real mother." Klaus shook his head; swallowing a lump in his throat.
"Oh … I'm sorry, I wasn't aware … She's…" Caroline presumed the worst; redness filling her cheeks.
"You'll make Rosa blush if you ever suggest that we are together." Klaus responded, a smirk raising the right corners of his full lips. "Or you'll make yourself blush? I think it's more the latter." He noticed, raising his right hand; tips of his fingers brushing the outline of her lips. "Would it bother you if a woman was openly offering herself to me?"
"It's not my place to be bothered by your choice of female companionship." Caroline replied, in a trembling voice; her chin rose.
"It became your place the first time we looked at each other, Caroline." Klaus whispered; his thumb sliding on her bottom lip; where her skin had been slightly cut. "I'm yours; until my last breath!" He suddenly confessed, humbly; gently lowering his forehead on hers.
"Don't say that." She begged him; tears filling her eyes, and tremors her voice. "I need … I need to get back home now." She tried to articulate; while trying to raise back on her legs. "This is wrong on so many levels."
"You're not going anywhere; you need to heal first." Klaus blocked her only way out of the bed; placing both of his hands on each side of her hips on the paillasse. "I was dropped on Rosa's front door when I was an infant." He finally confessed, with the single purpose to distract her; before opening the small bottle to retrieve a small amount of the ointment.
"What?" Caroline questioned; surprised.
"It was winter, and I was dropped in the snow in a small basket." Klaus continued the story of his early years; brushing the cut on her bottom lips with a small amount of ointment.
"Ouch…" She stepped back; at the deep burn the ointment created on her skin; more tears filling her eyes with pain.
"I know; it hurts … But it will make you feel better with time." Klaus blessed her forehead of a sweet kiss; before applying more ointment on the cuts and wounds on her face and neck.
"So Rosa adopted you then?" Caroline inquired; curious.
"As she has told me many times, I was blue as it can be; almost frozen to death. And yes, she adopted me." Klaus nodded; slowly pushing the sheet down on her chest.
"No!" She grabbed his right fist; pushing his hand away. "Ask Rosa to come apply the ointment on my wounded body; it can't be you." She shook her head, vehemently.
" .be me!" He growled; unhappy.
"Why? Do you wish me more harm?" Caroline questioned, breathless. "Don't you know that I could easily be stoned to death on the public square of this village; simply for lying on your bed?"
"What will be your husband for sleeping around with whores then? What will be your husband for almost beating you up to death?" Klaus mumbled, under clenched teeth; taking her by surprise by pulling the sheet to unveil her bruised and lacerated breasts.
"Don't look at me!" She lowered her head in shame; sobbing sound escaping her lips. "I'm hideous!"
"I'll look at you because I want to remember all the wounds this man gave you… I'll look at you because I want to trace with the tips of my fingers all the lacerations he inflected you with his riding whip … I'll look at you because my utmost desire is to heal you with my hands, Caroline." Klaus expressed himself, openly; spreading the ointment on a visible scar of her left breast. "But, most of all … I'll look at you because you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my entire life."
She closed her eyes; tears rolling fluently on her cheeks and neck.
"You're beautiful; Love. Your body will heal … this will only be a bad memory soon." Klaus tried to comfort her; gently healing with the ointment, while also caressing her erected nipples to bring life back in her body. "Your breasts are meant to be caressed and cherished." He whispered, tenderly; applying more of the medication when lacerations were visible. "Your body is meant to know the passion of a man that could make you cry for pleasure, not pain."
To join action to his words, he lowered his head, capturing her trembling lips into a kiss, sucking up on her bottom one, before letting her go as quickly as it started to meet the unanswered question in her wide opened eyes; her chest raising up and down under her heavy breathing.
"One day you'll feel desired again." He promised, raising his right hand to caress her left cheek; before raising the fabric of the sheet back on her chest. "One day a man will treat you like his Queen, and will treat your body like it's his fortress." He added, before raising on both of his legs.
"What will you do, Klaus?" Caroline asked; nervously rubbing her hands together. "You… You don't understand … Between my husband and me it's… It's complicated." She tried to explain, stammering. "But if you retaliate on my behalf; he'll kill you."
"A man should never raise a hand on his wife, or any woman." He replied, dryly. "I'll avenge you if it's the last thing I do before dying." He promised her, but mostly to himself. "I'll always be your bearer, Lady Caroline."
"No… I beg of you; you've done more than enough already." She shook her head; swallowing a lump in her throat.
"Rest, Love … I'll ask Rosa to bring you food soon." He added, closing the door behind his back.
"Who is this?" A trembling female voice asked through the closed door.
"It's the Quarter Master; Captain Brownston send me to have a word with Lady Katherine." Elijah replied, softly; through the heavy and large wooden door.
"Give me a second." The low voice responded, before he could hear the door unlock.
"Quarter Master." A young maid that couldn't be older than her teenage years (in present time) greeted him of a reverence; a deep color of pink filling both of her cheeks.
"Madam … Is Lady Katherine available to see me?" He nodded, politely.
"I couldn't say, Quarter Master; I was asked to bring her tea." She replied, swaying from one foot to the other, small laughter escaping her throat; in an obvious failed attempt to seduce him.
"Then I won't retain you in your task." Elijah replied, with a single nod; before pointing his hand in direction of the closed door. "May I announce myself to Lady Katherine?"
"At your own risks, Quarter Master." The young maid giggled, happily; raising the long skirt of her dress before taking off in the corridor leading to the main kitchen of the hostel.
Elijah let a small laughter escape his throat; while shaking his head with much amusement plastered on his face. He advanced of a few steps to reach the said door; knocking on its wood a couple of times.
"Lady Katherine? It's me ... I mean it is Quarter Master, at your services." He presented himself through the heaviness of the panel; before lowering his head, waiting for an answer. "Are you alright?" He asked some more; still not receiving any answer. "Lady Katherine?" He called, one last time, grabbing the handle to open the door; only to stand mouth open in front of his very naked host!
"What … What are you doing here?" Katherine stammered, nervously, while standing in all her naked glory in front of the brass bathtub, drops of water sliding on her milky body; before nervously crossing her arms in front of her generous breasts.
"I… I… I knocked several times; but you weren't answering … I thought you were probably in distress." He stammered himself; taking a few steps inside the room; while closing the door behind him.
"Quarter Master…What are you doing? Go back!" She exclaimed, outraged.
"Get back where?" Elijah shrugged, dumbfounded; his fiery sight sliding insolently on the length of her.
Her curly hair were much longer than the present time, probably mid-length of her back; hiding the most part of her beautiful perky breasts. But they weren't long enough to hide the small amount of trimmed pubic hair she had grown on her mount. And, that alone was making him harder that he had ever been below his leather belt!
"How did you even entered my private quarter?" She questioned; lowering her hand in front of her private parts.
"Well … A maid opened the door and I'm standing here now; Lady Katherine." He responded, evasively, crossing both hands in front of his hard-on; making her lower her sight at his gesture, while noticing the large bulge. Damn, this was embarrassing!
"You need to turn around!" She suggested, vehemently; waving in motion.
"Right!" He nodded, in agreement; before seeing her take a timid step forward toward her silk dressing gown placed on a nearby armchair, only to lose her equilibrium on a small puddle of water. "I got you… I got you!" Elijah whispered, softly; holding Katherine in his arms, both of his hands firmly placed around her small waist. "Are you alright?" He inquired, while closing his eyes to inhale her scent … It has been too long!
"Yes, I… I'm fine; I just lost my balance." She nodded, both of her hands placed on his upper arms; slowly raising her sparkling eyes to meet his burning gaze. "You need to release your grip on me now; Quarter Master."
"Right." Elijah nodded, a large smirk spreading on the length of his full lips. "But if I release you; I'll see more of "you", more of your "naked you"." He commented, teaser; his right hand slowly sliding from the small of her back to the soft curve of her buttocks.
"I don't think this is a laughing matter; Quarter Master!" Katherine expressed her discomfort; redness filling both of her cheeks in the most adorable way. "And I suggest that you withdraw your hand of my … Of my …" She stammered, angrily.
"Of your naked "butt" Lady Katherine?" He replied, mocker.
"Yes!" She spat. "Now, Quarter Master!"
"Please forgive my insolence, Lady Katherine; but this wasn't my fault. My hand had slip on your wet back, only to land on your posterior." He presented his apologies; while holding his laughter at bay. "As much as it wasn't your fault that your own body is rubbing on my lower half; I guess we were both slippery because of the water." He added, tit for tat; feeling the subtle rub of her pelvic area on his own.
"You speech is simply unacceptable!" She spat; red as blood. "Are you forgetting that I am spoken for?"
"Believe me, Lady Katherine; that is something I couldn't forget even if I wanted to." He commented, sighing loudly.
"Then, I see you're enjoying yourself immensely at my expense!" She busted, unhappy;
"I would need to be a man made of wood or a damned saint not to appreciate the sight of your naked self." Elijah replied; lowering his head at a near inch of hers. "I'm neither… And you're a very beautiful woman." He added, in a low whisper. "And that is the truth and nothing but the truth."
"Thank you." Katherine swallowed a lump in her throat; her sight fixated on his full lips. "Now close your eyes and turn around so I can grab my dressing gown."
"As you wish; Lady Katherine." He agreed, with a nod; following her order. "Please, tell me when you'll be presentable?" He asked, a large grin blessing his lips.
"We need to forget that this encounter ever happened!" He heard her say.
"That seems to be an impossible request that I won't be able to fulfill." Elijah expressed himself.
"You can turn around now, Quarter Master; I'm dressed." She asked him to do. "And would you tell me why it is such an impossible request?" She inquired, meeting his gaze.
"It would be impossible for me to forget how beautiful you were undressed." He confessed, truthfully; while making her blush more.
"Well, obviously you'll need to make an effort." She tighten the belt of her dressing gown tighter around her waist. "And … Never talk about what just happened between us to my unc…. I mean to my fiancé."
Elijah narrowed his sight on her… Was it him or he truly thought for a split second that she was going to say: Her uncle?
"Between us, Lady Katherine?" He arched an eyebrow, comically.
"I mean… You know exactly what I mean!" She waved a forbidden finger at him. "We were just standing in a compromising position, like husband and wife."
"My lips are sealed; I promise you that it'll stay a secret between us." He replied, a gleam of amusement seen in his eyes. "I won't repeat that you were rubbing yourself on my …"
"Quarter master!" She yelled; astonished by his impudence. "If it wasn't for the fact that my fiancé has mentioned to me that you could have caught this strange sickness at sea, I would be appalled by your present behavior."
"Oh yeah … The "thing"!" Elijah rolled his eyes some more. "Now that you've mentioned it. Because of my sudden handicap aboard the ship; Captain Brownston has requested my presence by your side, at all times, for the next few days of his absence." He gave her more information. "Few days that I'll hope will give me more clarification of the "why" you were scattering the streets of the village, alone, at night."
"What? On what ground would he decide to have you as my vigilante?" Katherine asked, dumbfounded.
"Your safety; madam." He replied, with a single nod.
"Very well … When will you start being a thorn in my foot; Quarter Master?" She asked; her chin rose at him.
"Tomorrow, Lady Katherine." He replied; while trying to hold his grin at bay. "But, I believe you felt that it was bigger than a thorn." He winked, playfully; turning on his heels to reach the door.
"That's the way you'll choose to forget about what just happened?" She placed both of her closed fists one each side of her tensed body. "Mocking me constantly?"
"I'll see you early in the morning; Madam." He nodded, smiling; before leaving her breathless in the middle of her private quarter.
Bonnie reached her private quarter, coming to an abrupt halt under the arch of the door. She met the intense glance of Lord Kol; who lay on her bed, his forearms and hands crossed behind his head on the pillow.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, dryly, taking a step inside; before reaching her dressing table to undress her arms and hands of her silk gloves.
"Lovely costume." Kol commented, smirking; his fiery sight sliding on the length of her bare legs, before raising it up on her "barely there" bustier, where her breasts were peeking with impudence.
"What do you want?" She turned on herself, narrowing her sight on him; not even reaching for her dressing gown. She couldn't care less if she was standing fully naked in front of him!
"I'm collecting today; just to see if you are upholding your part of the bargain." He replied, smiling deviously; promptly raising himself back into a sitting position before getting up.
Bonnie closed both of her fists in anger, retracing her steps to slam the door close; before turning back on herself to face him, both hands placed on her hips.
"You're asking a week in advance! Obviously; it's "you" who is not the person to uphold your part of the bargain, not me!" She busted, waving a forbidden finger in front of his sight.
"When you get all "mad" at me like this… I swear to you it does thing to my crotch that I can't even explain." He winked, playfully; crossing his arms in front of his bulged chest. "What's a week in advance for two crossed thieves?" He shrugged, unimpressed by her sudden rage.
"Then you'll get only the half of the money!" She responded, slyly; walking toward a small dresser to retrieve a small velvet pouch, before turning on herself to throw it to his face. "Now leave!"
Kol caught it in his hands; pulling on the tie to look at the golden coins inside.
"That should do for the time being; but … What about the other half of our agreement?" He titled his head; still smiling.
"What … What do you mean?" She stammered; nervously swallowing a lump in her throat.
She perfectly knew what he meant!
"I want you, Bonnie … I want you more than any other women who have crossed my path the past few years." He confessed; humbly. "Now the thing is …" He added, in a lower tone of voice; taking a few steps to reach her standing position, before tracing the outline of her deep neckline with the tip of his fingers. "I know that you want me as much as I do."
"In one week, I'll be yours for one night, like it was intended to be from the start." She responded with her chin rose in a confrontational gesture.
"Tonight … Or one week from tonight; the outcome will be the same, you perfectly know it." Kol shrugged; still not taking a single step toward the exit. "Now, what if … You were giving me a taste of what is to come?"
"What kind of preview do you want?" She shrugged, herself; not impressed by his methods of persuasion.
"Well; you're working in a whorehouse; you most know a thing or two about what would satisfy men, no?" He questioned; cupping her left breast though the fabric of her bustier.
"Oh … So predictable!" She rolled her eyes to the ceiling. "You want me to give you oral pleasure to help you release your seed? Or am I too upfront in may say, Lord Kol?" She arched an eyebrow; pushing his hand away.
"No… Though the idea is quite alluring and we'll surely explore it another time." He let a small laughter escape his throat. "But, beautiful Bonnie …" He whispered, leaning forward; his lips brushing her right earlobe. "What I truly want is the opposite; I want to give you oral pleasure. I want to taste you with my mouth, while making you scream my name from the top of your lungs." He presented his plea, sliding his right hand on the length of her bare back; while creating a range of shivers in her spine. "I brought you a few gifts."
"What?" Bonnie questioned, disoriented; before being pushed back toward her small dressing table. "Roses?" She grabbed the expensive flowers in her hands, before bringing them near her nose to smell them. "Why white?"
"Because you're untouched and pure to me." Kol expressed himself, honestly.
"I'm anything but pure." Bonnie shook her head; tears filling her eyes.
"I beg the difference." Kol insisted.
"I won't sleep with you simply because you brought me expensive flowers; Lord Kol." She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, once more; before grabbing the small bottle of perfume placed near the flowers. "Oh my god! That perfume is French... From Paris!" She exclaimed, in shock. "That most cost a fortune!" She commented. "The flowers and this perfume alone must be the equivalent of the pouch I just gave you."
"I'm courting you, Bonnie." Kol confessed. "And when a man is courting a woman that he truly wants; he'll go to extreme length to get her."
"You must be kidding me!" Bonnie let a sarcastic laughter escape her throat; dropping the bottle back on the dressing table. "No man would court a woman like me." She added, dryly. "I don't understand what your game truly is?"
"That is because you don't want to understand. You're afraid of letting me making you feel things." He responded. "And let me make something clear; I'm an unusual man who has unusual taste."
"Sit on the bed; I'll give you oral pleasure. And then I don't want to see you for the next two weeks." She rose both of her hands on his bulged chest; before pushing the tall man toward the bed.
"That's not what I want." He grabbed her left wrist, pulling her into a tight embrace, both of her breasts crashing over his bulged chest; with his left arm firmly placed around her waist to hold her immobile, while his right hand held her chin. "I want to give you pleasure." He reminded her; before crashing his mouth on her parted lips, under her loud moans of protestation, mixed with desire.
Luckily for Lord Kol; it did not take much convincing from his part for Bonnie to allow herself to respond to his kiss. She slowly rose her hands around his neck, grabbing the longer strands of his hair between her fingers; his tongue sliding between her lips to deepen their sensual exchange; while his hands find the snaps of her corset to free her perky breasts of their imprisonment.
He detached his angry lips of hers, promptly turning her around in his arms, only to slide both of her arms upward, back around his neck; before he could find the soft curves of her neck again, loud growls escaping the deepness of his throat. His left hand softly pinched the erected nipple of her left breast, while his right took its descent down her plucked mount; his fingers partying her vulva to feel her heat and wetness.
"Fuck, Bonnie … You're perfect!" He swore to himself; biting the crook of her right shoulder, extorting a cry of pleasure from her parted lips at the same time. "I need to taste you..." He added, raising his fingers to his lips.
"Kol … No!" She protested, vehemently; shaking her head.
"What? Don't tell me you're shy?" He met her deep brown eyes.
"No… It's just …" She continued shaking her head, in denial. "No man has ever done that to me."
"What? Taste your essence? Well, they were fools who were selfishly only thinking about their own pleasure." He commented; slowly licking his fingers. "You taste divine." He added, winking. "A little spicy, like I knew you would. You want to taste yourself?" He suggested, grabbing her chin to bless her trembling lips of a sweet kiss. "Undress yourself of your costume, Bonnie … I only want to give you pleasure, now." He gently pushed her behind the Chinese screen. "I'll undress myself of my ruffled shirt in the meantime … I always hated these pompous outfits!" He commented to himself; wincing.
"Why … why would you want to give me sexual pleasure?" She questioned him, breathless; contradicting her say by rushing to undress.
"Because it gives me pleasure to give you some." He responded, truthfully. "You've been accustom to selfish men who never thought of granting you pleasure, Bonnie; I'm not like that."
"I still don't understand why you would want that? Our deal …" She started to explain her own feelings. "I mean … The deal was that I would steal money for the both of us, grant you a large part of the prize pool; and that I would also grant you sexual pleasure periodically, it was …. I mean it was never implied that you had to grant me anything?" She explained her concerns; stepping away from behind the screen, naked as the day she was born. "Lord Kol? She called, dumbfounded; suddenly lowering her sight on a pile of his clothes left on the floor. "Lord Kol?" She called, once more; before hearing the loud grunts of the imposing wolf standing in front of her sight, near the bed. "Oh my God!" She rose her right hand over her chest; while rapidly pushing herself on the wall placed behind her back. "Please, don't hurt me!" She begged, the imposing beast; while closing her eyes to make a prayer to God to spare her life.
"Rosa?" Caroline called in her present state of sleep, her head turning from left to right – right to left; before finally waking up with a start, her eyes wide opened, while promptly raising herself into a sitting position on the paillasse.
She pushed the blanket away; wincing at her sore muscles when both of her cold feet touched the icier floor. She managed to stand; sweeping the modest room of a quick glance before grabbing a nightgown that had been placed on the single chair in front of the desk. Her clothes had vanished from the room, and though the fabric was rough on her bare skin, and certainly not silk made, it was granting her the modesty she had lost.
She dragged her feet toward the exit, slowly pushing the swinging wooden door open to go in search of her hosts. The fool moon of this present night had set his dark curtains in the house with only a few bright rays illuminating the room with the help of the only oil lamp placed on the desk.
She reached the corridor, helping herself walk by placing both of her hands on the wall to take her first steps; before hearing Rosa's soft voice speak in what seemed to be the only common room; the left side of her shivering body leaning on the arch.
"You'll be a good boy, Klaus, you won't kill a living soul tonight; you hear me?" Rosa suggested; while kneeling on the floor, her right hand caressing the head of the majestic black animal.
Caroline started, her right hand rose in front of her opened mouth; her sight brushing the scene with much horror perceived in her facial expression. In front of her female host was standing a large wolf, with his long fangs out of his large mouth.
"Go hunt now!" Caroline heard Rosa ordered the beast, while opening the back door to the animal who jumped outside running widely; before turning on herself to face Caroline.
"Lady Caroline?" She called her name; dumbstruck to see her stand in front of her sight. "Have you been standing there for long?"
"You called this big animal: Klaus? Why did you call it Klaus?" Caroline inquired, in shock.
"Please, I beg of you Lady Caroline; don't repeat to a breathing soul what you just saw tonight." Rosa shook her head, nervously rubbing her hands together; with tears rolling freely on her cheeks and neck. "Don't repeat to anyone that Klaus is a mystical creature called a werewolf."
Clovelly … Present time …
Damon pushed the entrance door of his renting house; inviting Elena to enter inside with a gesture of his left hand.
"So now what?" Elena questioned; while they both walked toward the small living room; carrying a sleeping Clara in her arms before lowering her down in her baby chair that he was carrying for her. "We can't even leave this damn village."
"To go where, Princess? It's not like we can leave now; we need to take care of her!" Damon pointed a finger toward the sleeping infant.
"Shush! You'll wake her up, you fool!" Elena narrowed her eyes at him. "And stop calling me "Princess"."
"What am I supposed to call you then?" Damon shrugged, dumbstruck. "We need to have boundaries between us, you know?" He pointed a finger toward himself and then at her.
"Well, I don't know "smart ass", why don't you try Elena?" She responded, chin rose; fiery sight darted on him.
"If you accept: "Mummy Elena", we might have a deal?" He winked, playfully; handing his hand for her to shake it.
"Oh God; you're so insufferable!" She spat, angrily; pushing his hand away, under his burst of laughter. "For once, make yourself useful; I'll need some blankets and a pillow to sleep on the sofa bed." She ordered, dryly. "I was up last night and I'm beat!"
"What? You won't share my bed, Mummy Elena?" He suggested, teaser.
"In your dream; asshole!" She replied.
"I remember a time that you had suggested having sex with me?" He added, mockingly; lowering his head at a near inch of hers, his eyes fixated on her red lips.
"I must have been under the influence of drugs or of a strong fever that day, obviously?" She replied; under clenched teeth. "Now; get moving!" She whooshed him away.
"You know it would be easier if you would admit that you still want my ass." Damon replied; walking toward an adjacent corridor to open a small closet when a few pillows and blankets were stored. "And it would make the time that we need to share together less boring."
"Damon!" The small cry came to his ears, with him not making too much of it.
"Because, you still do, "Mummy Elena"; you still want to fuck me!" He added, grabbing a pillow and a wool blanket.
"Damon!" The cry got louder, making him drop all the necessities he was holding on the wooden floor; before rushing back inside the living room.
"Elena…What is going on?" He asked; his sight dropping instinctively on the empty baby chair. "Where's Clara?"
"Look!" Elena pointed toward the woman ghost who was holding Clara in her arms, a few steps up the stairs; a vicious smile plastered on her face.
"What the fuck is that? What is she?" He slowly approached the fire mantle, grabbing a fire place poker in his hands.
"It's …. It's a ghost." Elena stammered, nervously; her right hand placed over her chest.
"The child is ours!" The said woman, dressed in a blue vintage dress, mouthed the words; grabbing Clara by her small feet, only to drop her head first, by her side, with her sudden cries filling the space.
"Oh my God, Damon!" Elena yelled his name, tears rolling down her cheeks; right hand now covering her mouth to stop her sobbing.
"You bitch; you're going to gently give back the child to us!" Damon slowly climbed the stairs, one by one, holding the poker with both hands. "Do you hear me?"
The female ghost tilted her head toward the back, her sadistic laughter escaping her throat, while very unexpectedly releasing her hold on Clara's feet; leaving Damon a split of a second to drop his weapon to catch the infant in his arms, before she could disappear from their sights.
"What the fuck is going on here?" The voice of Stefan Salvatore (who had entered the renting house by the front opened door, with Lizzy close on his heels) exclaimed; dumbstruck.
"Tell me she is alright?" Elena begged Damon to confirm to her; dropping herself into a kneeling position on the Persian rug.
"She's fine!" Damon replied, to her, meeting his brother's sight; while holding Clara, who had stopped crying, tightly pressed on his chest. "You're fine baby!" He whispered to the infant; blessing her forehead of a sweet kiss.
Thank you my dear readers for reading the tenth installment, titled "The truth and nothing but..." of this TPOL sequel.
So damn much has happened in this present update!
In no particular order:
I don't know if a lot of you have figured out who Mary truly was? If not … Well, keep reading ;)
Stefan has become the keeper of Lizzy; while Damon and Elena were battling a ghost woman who wanted to steal Clara from them? Unbelievable, would you say?
Klaus saved Caroline; and with the help of Rosa they begin healing her from the vicious attack of Tyler.
Then Caroline witnessed the transformation of Klaus into a werewolf; and was shocked by it.
Elijah became the "bodyguard" of Katherine; under the direct order of Captain Brownston. He managed to get close to her (very funnily if I may add!), and he sensed that she was hiding something "big" from him.
Kol and Bonnie were just making progress when he suddenly transformed into a werewolf in front of her sight, and gave her the scare of her entire life!
Until my come back to this story ...
Much love to all of you,
Lovely Vero