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Chapter 10: Dances with Wolves

The Cabin

Stefan came out of the cabin, running his hands through his unruly hair. His face was pale and his eyes were red. He'd been sitting at the edge of Bekah's bed, trying to keep her calm; trying to make her smile. He whispered reassurances while sweat beaded off her face and her breath became ragged.

"It'll be okay, Bekah, I promise. Help is on the way."

It was an empty promise, one that he couldn't guarantee. But it was better than letting her think the worst. Time was getting away from them, and she was losing too much blood. He walked over the hill and to the nearby stream with bloody rags in his hands. He needed to get away. He needed time to clear his head. He ran them through the cool water and watched as the dark crimson color escaped the dirty rags and floated down the moonlit stream. Tears raced down his face again, and The Saint let a small prayer escape his lips.

Please. Please don't let Rebekah die.

At that moment a twig snapped across the stream and then the distinct sound of hooves clicking on the stone covered river bank. His head shot up and he saw three riders come in to view.

"Stefan? We're here. Is Rebekah still with us?" Lexi asked.

Thank you, he thought.

"Yes. Barely. Where is the doctor?" He could only see three figures mounted in front of him. He immediately recognized the other two as Klaus and Elijah. "And where the hell have you two been?"

"Take us to our sister, Stefan," Klaus said through gritted teeth. He didn't have time for Stefan's assumptions.

"Just go. I left her with Damon. I'll be right behind you."

The three horses clomped quickly across the stream and passed Stefan. He didn't know how the three of them were going to help, where was the doctor? He watched Elijah's horse go by. A small figure sat behind him, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist and her tasseled moccasins were dangling.

An Indian? Stefan's eyes grew wide with panic before he picked up a rock and threw it as far as he could. He let out a loud cry. "SHE NEEDS A REAL DOCTOR!" he screamed.

(***)

The Apache Camp

Kol groaned as he came to. His head was fuzzy and he blinked rapidly to clear his vision. Where was he again? What the hell happened? As he glanced around the room, allowing his surroundings to come in to focus, he saw her. She was the one to blame for his pounding headache. He scrambled to a sitting position with his hands stretched out. He would strangle her. It was no use however, his head rolled back before he swayed like a pendulum and dropped back down to his pillow.

Caroline stood at the boiling soup over the fire. She heard Kol groan and tensed. "Dear God, Woman, what was in that shit?" he grumbled. "Feels like I drank my way through 10 bottles of whiskey."

"I'm not sure," Caroline said and set down the spoon she was using to stir the soup. "Elena's father gave it to me. He said it would calm you and make what I had to tell you about Rebekah easier."

"Rebekah!" Kol said as the memory of Caroline's news came flooding back to him. He went to sit up again, "I need to go to her. Have you heard anything? What the hell happened?" Caroline was at his bedside immediately and pushed him back down before he could make another rash move.

"Kol, I know it's a shock, and I know you want to be there, but there's nothing either of us can do about it."

His head was too heavy for him to fight her any further. Instead Caroline fluffed the blanket behind him and helped him sit up. "Are you hungry?"

He rolled his eyes. He didn't want to be babied, he wanted to be with his family. "What happened? Can you at least tell me that much?"

She grabbed a small bowl and ladled a helping. "From what I gathered from Lexi's story, Damon Salvatore decided to do the heist without you."

"What? Why the fuck would he do that?"

"Yes, well," she sighed indignantly; tired of his lewd language, "that is still to be discovered."

"Do they know how she got shot?" he asked.

"I believe it was just bad timing. I wasn't in the planning process, but what I understood is she and Stefan both were supposed to retrieve the horses and be support for when you got the train to stop."

He nodded. "Yes, that was the plan."

"Apparently with three men down, someone needed to stop the train and Stefan volunteered, leaving Bekah alone." She handed him the bowl and sat back on the edge of the bed. "After that, nobody really knows what happened. The train was stopped. They started for the silver and heard the gunshot."

"Stop." Kol closed his eyes tightly, he didn't want to hear anymore. How could they all be so stupid? He felt tears prickle his eyes and he fought to hold them back. He didn't want to think the worst and desperately needed to change the subject. "So, Caroline, why are you still here? Even with everything that's going on, Klaus still keeping you captive?"

"Kol, eat your soup," she demanded.

He smiled at her before he brought the bowl to his nose and smelled it, "This ain't gonna knock me out again, is it?"

She shrugged. "I don't know, but maybe you should start with small sips," she teased. "And to answer your question, Klaus was going to send me home and I told him I didn't want to."

Kol didn't seem phased by this. "We're just too much fun for you to leave us?" he snickered and took a tentative sip of the soup.

"Believe it or not," she started in all seriousness, "I didn't want to leave because I felt like I just got my family back."

"You mean, Klaus," Kol responded nonchalantly and took another sip.

Caroline felt her face flush. "No. I mean all of you," she said shyly.

Kol rolled his eyes. "Caroline, I doubt you've missed me."

"Well you are the most vile person I've ever met, but I liked the boy you once were, I'm sure he's still in there somewhere," she said to Kol but was inevitably thinking about Klaus.

"If I remember correctly you took every chance you could to knock me on my ass and show me who's boss."

"Yes, and you deserved it."

"Probably." He shrugged. "And what about Klaus?"

"What about Klaus?"

"Do you really think Klaus is the same person you knew when we were kids?" He cocked his head at her and raised his eyebrows.

"I..." she started, "I'm not sure. I'd like to think he is."

Kol just shook his head. He clearly thought differently, and why wouldn't he? He obviously understood his brother far more than she probably ever would. He'd watched him change. He'd been there the day he left Mystic Haven and watched him progress in to the monster he'd become. She suddenly felt silly still being there. Why did she think that he would even want her to be there in the first place? She hung her head and sat up from the bed.

Kol sensed the change in her demeanor. It wasn't his fault that she had some delusional idea of his family. They weren't the same people anymore and the sooner she figured that out the better. "Did Klaus tell you anything about what happened to our family?"

Caroline shook her head.

"After Elijah and Klaus ran away from Mikael, and left the rest of us to fend for ourselves, he and Elijah didn't know any other way to survive than to steal and run. They moved from town to town, always keeping close tabs on our family." Caroline sat back down on the bed, intent on listening to Kol fill in the missing pieces of their family history. "One day, in New York, our father came home in one of his alcohol induced fits of rage and beat our mother." Caroline gasped, and placed her hands over her mouth. Kol turned his head and closed his eyes. The memory of that horrific day was casting a dark and defeated look onto his features.

"Was she okay?" Caroline whispered, but not sure she wanted to hear the answer.

"No. He killed her."

"Oh," Caroline cried in disbelief. "That's...that's terrible." She couldn't help but shed a tear for Esther. She was always so kind to her. She knew she loved her children more than anything.

"Somehow Mikael got away with it. We were so young, and so afraid of him. What were we supposed to do? It didn't matter what we knew he'd done, he sent Rebekah and I to a nearby boarding school. We never saw him again. Not even on Holidays. It was as if we didn't exist to him anymore. And before long we were placed in an orphanage."

Caroline was shocked at this news. She always knew Mikael was a bad man, but to just disregard his family like that? To first kill their mother and then orphan his remaining children? This made it very clear to her that he was the devil himself.

"How did Klaus and Elijah find you?"

"I told you, they kept tabs on us through the years. It took some time to track us down, but eventually they found us and broke us out." Kol handed his now empty bowl to Caroline, "Can I have some more?"

She obliged and walked over to ladle some more soup, "And that was the beginning of your gang? When they finally broke you out?"

"More or less."

"And how did Klaus become the leader?"

"Ah, you mean, why do we call him the Boss?" he chuckled. "Klaus knew that Mother died, but he didn't know how. When Bekah and I told him, it was like we awoke an animal inside him. You know he was the one who Mikael used to beat?"

Caroline nodded, remembering the cuts and bruises on his sweet face, as if it were yesterday.

"Klaus wanted revenge. The rest of us were uneasy about it, still terrified of who Mikael was and what he was capable of. But Klaus was determined to give Mikael a taste of his own medicine. He was no longer afraid of him. It was easy to follow someone who ultimately wanted the same thing as you, but actually had the balls to follow through."

Kol continued to tell Caroline about many of their heists and how it was always Klaus who gave them the strength to keep going. Each time they stole it was always from Mikael's pocket, each time they killed someone it was always one of Mikael's men. There were many times she asked Kol to stop going in to so much detail. He was a little too proud of his nickname and the torment that he bestowed upon people. It made Caroline's stomach turn to think that the Mikaelsons were capable of such monstrous things. She didn't like thinking of Klaus being so ruthless, so cold-hearted and disdainful toward human life. But Kol painted a picture of a hero. Klaus, in Kol's eyes, could do no wrong. He looked up to him as any boy would look up to their older brother.

It was a weird sensation to root for such brutality, but Caroline had to admit that as wrong and horrible as she felt toward the actions of the Mikaelsons, she felt as though their actions were justified. As the afternoon turned to night, she actually began feeling a kinship to the young Mikaelson, and it warmed her heart. No longer was she looking at the cleverly named Tailor, but before too long it was just Kol, the same boy she bested long ago.

Who Klaus really was started to come in to focus. She was terrified of him but intrigued at the same time. She was beginning to understand why his anger and frustration all masked a deeper rooted need for companionship. He was prideful and arrogant and his anger would be the end of him. He was callous and gruff, yet his eyes had a sadness that reflected who he once was as a child. She got lost in those eyes. The way they stared at her with annoyance and lust. No matter how harsh his words or actions were, she would have to be blind to not see the desire that he had for her. And she would be lying if she hadn't matched his lust with her own in some ways. She rebuked the thoughts many times that night as she listened to Kol's heroic stories of Klaus. It didn't matter if the man was truly Satan himself, she was drawn to the power and pure magnetism that he exuded.

Kol was midway through a story about one of Klaus' successful robberies, when he caught her daydreaming. His lips had caught her imagination, and she was wondering what they would taste like. If he would be rough with her or gentle. She reckoned it didn't matter how he would take her, as long as he just took her.

"Where are you Caroline?" Kol suddenly asked.

"Hmm? What?"

"The idea of Klaus robbing Tulsa City Bank have you thinking of him robbing something else?" He smiled that obnoxious think-I-know-everything smile at her, and she just rolled her eyes.

"Hardly," she lied. "I'm going to go see if Elijah's scout has returned with any news of Bekah." She really needed an excuse to get away from Kol's insinuations. She hurried out of the tent and embraced the cool air. She needed something to simmer the thoughts that were catching fire in her mind.

(xxx)

Back at the Cabin

Klaus and Elijah brushed past Damon, they'd deal with him later, and raced in to the cabin. When Klaus entered the room and saw his sister barely holding on he fell to his knees at her bedside and began to weep. "Oh Rebekah, I'm so sorry."

She smiled weakly at him and reached out to grab his hand. The fact that she was still awake only showed Klaus her true strength. Elijah stood tall behind Klaus and kept the tears at bay. He twisted the ends of his mustache in his usual nervous manner. Elena followed quickly behind them and began to set up the necessary tools in order to do her work. Klaus wasn't sure if the look on Rebekah' face was one of relief or if she was just accepting her death, but she closed her eyes when she saw Elena and a single tear rolled down her face.

Elena scooted them out. She needed to be alone with Rebekah for her ritual of medicines and incantations to work. The men were hesitant but obliged her. Klaus took one last look at Bekah and smiled at her, not wanting the last thing he saw of him to be sadness. Elijah cupped his wife's face and kissed her forehead. "Please Elena," he pleaded.

Elena grabbed his hands and lifted her face to kiss him. "I will do everything I can, Shikaa." The Apache word for husband lingered in Elijah's mind as he joined his brother.

"Should we take care of Damon Salvatore?"

"Yes, I think we should," Elijah replied.

The brothers walked in stride and Klaus pushed open the door to the cabin. He saw the Salvatores in a heated discussion across the way. Stefan had Damon's shirt collar in his hands. If you didn't know the Salvatore's brotherly bond, you would think Stefan was speaking words of anger and hate but in reality Stefan was pleading with Damon to leave. To get the hell out of there before Klaus killed him. Which was exactly what Klaus had intended to do.

Stefan stepped in front of Klaus, his hands in the air. "Please Klaus, don't kill him. It was an accident."

"Get out of the way, Stefan!" he threatened and pushed him out of the way. Damon just stood there and closed his eyes as Klaus pushed all of his weight forward and into the fist that made contact with Damon's face. Damon dropped to the ground and Klaus jumped on top of him, his fists making contact with every inch of the Salvatore's body. He didn't fight him. Damon just laid there and let him beat him.

"Please Klaus, he's my brother," Stefan stepped in and grabbed Klaus' shoulders.

"And that's my sister in there!" he screamed and stood up from the crumpled remains of Damon. "The woman that you love, might I remind you! Are you really going to stand there and defend the man that's responsible?"

"He's right Stefan, this is my fault," Damon choked out. "I need to own up to the consequences." He was unrecognizable. His face bleeding and bruised.

"Oh don't act like such a fuckin' martyr, Damon," Elijah scoffed, all gentlemanly pretensions were far gone. He stood above him and withdrew his pistol. "You knew exactly how dangerous it would be without us and you did it anyway."

"I know, but it was never my intention for anyone to get hurt. How did I know there would be that many armed men on that train?" He was coming up with excuses now, what stage of death was that? The first was denial, the second anger and the third was bargaining? Klaus had witnessed many of his victims go through these same stages, but never did he think he would have to hear them from one of his very own gang members.

"It's true," Stefan said. "Even if you three were with us, we still would've ran into the same problem. There were too many of them."

"Enough excuses!" Klaus roared. "Elijah, if you would..." he gestured for Elijah to just shoot the traitor and be done with it.

Elijah cocked the hammer of his gun and pointed it at Damon. "You fucked up, Damon."

Stefan pleaded further while Klaus held him back. Damon closed his eyes and waited for the deathly shot.

"Shikaa, stop this!"

Elena's small voice rang in his ears and Elijah withdrew his pistol.

"What the hell are you doing, Elijah? Kill him." Klaus said indignantly.

Elijah only sighed heavily and closed his eyes. "No, Klaus, we can't."

Damon's head rolled back as he let out a sigh of relief.

"What do you mean we can't? Here, give me that pistol." Klaus let go of Stefan and reached for Elijah's weapon, only to have Elijah pull it further away from him. "Elijah, he's a traitor!"

"Yes, I'm aware, Klaus, but Elena can't have death happen while a life is trying to be saved."

Klaus jeered at this ridiculous dogma and reached for the pistol again. When Elijah shook his head and held the pistol at a further distance, he threw his head back and clenched his jaw. "This is ridiculous, Elijah."

"Perhaps. But if you want Elena to continue saving Rebekah, then I suggest we find another form of punishment for Damon."

There was no other form of punishment that Damon deserved more than death. He wanted him to suffer for his rash and deadly decision. He knew he wasn't going to get what he deserved and so Klaus did the next best thing. He squatted down and glared at Damon. "Get the fuck out of here, Damon," he whispered. "I don't ever want to see you again. If I do, I can promise you that Elijah and his little wife won't be there to protect you."

Klaus stood up and walked back toward the cabin. He looked at Elena and shook his head at her before yelling over his shoulder to Damon, "You better be gone by the time I come back out of this cabin."

(***)

A few hours later, Klaus was alone and waiting outside of the bedroom in the small living room. Elijah had left for the Apache camp. He knew Kol would want to hear about his sister's well being. It was still unanswered, but she was far better than she was when they first got there.

Stefan had sent Damon on his way. He typically would've left with his brother, but the love for the woman in the other room kept him there. At one point, Elena had asked if he joined her in Rebekah's room. His presence was needed for another step to her healing.

Lexi had left with Damon. She was going to travel with him for a while, they had a strong bond. But she would return soon enough, her loyalties were to the Mikaelsons no matter her feelings for Damon.

It was odd, that they were all together at one point, strong and feared. And now they were scattered. His future endeavors of taking down Mikael slipping through his fingers. His inability to lead his gang has resulted in chaos.

Elena emerged with a weak smile and walked toward him. He stood and waited to hear how she was doing. "She is still recovering. She lost a lot of blood."

"Is she going to make it?"

"Time will tell," she offered but knew it wasn't what he wanted to hear.

Klaus ran his hands over his face and sat back down. Elena walked over to him and asked, "Klaus, when was the last time you sleep?"

"I don't even know," Klaus said. "I don't think I could sleep even if I wanted to."

"I can help." Elena walked over to her satchel and took out a small pouch. "This will help you sleep."

"What is it?"

"An herb, that make you sleep," she said bluntly, as if Klaus should already know the answer to his silly question.

"Yes, but how does it work?"

"You drink. You sleep. You dream."

"Dream? Listen, I don't need no silly dreams filling my head."

"Dreams are good, Klaus, they give you direction and answers," she began to pour the contents of the pouch into the boiling water of the fire. She stirred and poured it into a mug. "Take it. You are no good without sleep."

Elena was right. He was becoming delirious. There was nothing he could do for Rebekah. He took a tentative sniff of the potion. "Are there any directions or do I just drink it?"

"Drink," she simply said and pushed the bottom of the cup to his lips. He drank every last drop and settled back into his chair. "Now," she said, "try to clear your mind. Leave worries on this plain and travel to new plain with good thoughts," she nodded and smiled.

He wasn't one to believe in any sort of hocus pocus but smiled in a thin line and closed his eyes. He slowly drifted off, trying to clear his mind of anything that had happened that day.

Klaus' eyes fluttered open. He was sitting cross-legged in the center of a round room.

A tepee.

Was he back at the Apache camp? The fire in front of him crackled and he watched embers drift up. When his eyes came back down, a figure stood in front of him, fuzzy at first but soon enough a petite woman in a simple white nightgown came in to focus.

The nightgown fell loosely off of her shoulder and her milky, white skin peeked out. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back; beautiful blonde curls framing her face. Caroline's face. Her pink lips and blue eyes smiled at him.

She didn't speak. She only walked around the fire and moved in front of him. She crouched down, pulling her nightgown up past her knees, and straddled him.

"Caroline, what are you-"

She pressed her finger to his lips and moved forward. He didn't know why it was happening and didn't have time to put it all together before her lips were on his.

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