***1870***
Devon stared out the window of the living room in thought. It had only been a few years since his family had been killed and his youngest brother turned monster, but the memory and pain was still fresh in his mind. He had been allowed by Klaus to go back home to see his family for a week each month and it all seemed to all go downhill piece by piece since he unlocked his powers.
"What is wrong, my friend?" someone said behind him making him turn.
Elijah, the eldest of the Mikaelson trio that he stays with now. He had been introduced to the elder brother a few months after the 'incident' at the Salvatore Boardinghouse. It had been relatively easy to get along with the polite original, as Elijah had been one whom had been experienced and comfortable enough to talk to Devon about his family. Soon, the original had come to be like an older brother to the fae.
"Nothing, Li, just relaxing before the training with Klaus. He has taken to training me to fight while Kol teaches magic."
"If you would like, I could show you how to play a few instruments. I find it to be calming and even fun to create your own songs." Elijah offered to which the fae nodded eagerly.
Kol, just enter in the house, came walking to the two and interjected," That will have to wait, brother."
"And why would that be, Coco?" Devon asked using the nickname he came up with for the once warlock.
"Because," Kol replied as he grabbed his hand and pulled him to the door," We are going out."
"I am supposed to train with Klaus soon…"
Turning around still holding the man's hand, Kol smirked and leaned in close to the fae before purred," What's wrong, Angel? Afraid to break the rules for once?"
"No…" Devon defended.
"Then let's go." Kol insisted as he began to pull the fae out the door once again.
As they exited the house still with their fingers interlocked, Devon asked," So why the nickname 'Angel'?"
"Well if you are going to give me such a ridiculous name as 'Coco', like I am a Poodle, I am going to give you an equally ridiculous name. After all, Devon does mean 'divine', so at least it fits."
***present***
Breaking out of the memory, Devon exited the house of his friend to head to a place he had seen his youngest brother go in the morning. He had not told Klaus about it for the hybrid had been caught up in his own plans, and instead opted to check it out himself.
Teleporting into the woods just nearest the house, Devon flared his magic to check for anyone in the white house. He had felt it earlier, the dead witched the resided in the house made his curiosity spike. Finding old house to be empty, Devon proceeded on his way to the house.
Once entering the house, the fae could feel the presence of at least one hundred deceased witches in the house, though how they got to all be there still eluded him. Devon smiled, he could feel the witches' power, each having its own unique sensation, flow together like a river. He could feel their power poking at his own; they were as curious about him as he was about them. Sensing the witches' power poke at his mental shields, asking for entry into his psyche, the Fae obliged and let the witches in.
"A Fae has entered the home of its creations." A voice rang in his mind as the Fae walked around the house.
"My name is Devon. Why are there a hundred spirits of witches trapped in one house?" the Fae asked aloud looking above him.
"This is the Witch Burial Ground, where a group of witch hunters played judge, jury, and executioner with a hundred lives." The voice spoke again, the voices of all hundred witches synchronizing.
"But why?" Devon asked softly as he reached a set of stairs leading down.
As he started to descend to the lower level, the voice spoke once more and replied," Humans fear what they do not understand. It has always been and it will always will be."
Devon shook his head in frustration as reached the bottom of the stair case, and walked into the only room down there. Raising his eyebrows, the fae halted his steps as he looked to the four in the room. Walking ahead, Devon gazed at the three coffins, he knew these three originals.
Finn, in the first coffin, the original whom he has never met; he had heard stories from Elijah about the original that has been asleep for nine hundred years. In the second coffin was Elijah, the second oldest of the originals and one the one that enjoyed telling of his family's many exploits throughout time. Lastly was Kol, the vampire most, even his own family, called unpredictable, uncaring, and bloodthirsty. Though, who was in the fourth coffin, Devon did not know.
"So this is where you have been. My brothers hid you right under Klaus' nose." Devon mumbled to himself as he took his phone out of his pocket.
As he brought up Klaus' number, Devon was about to hit the call button when hit phone flew out of his hands by the witches. The flames of the many candles skyrocketed in height as he was brought to his knees as the most intense pain he had ever felt was unleashed on his unguarded mind.
"The Fae has been corrupted by evil." One witch howled, no longer synchronizing with the rest.
"The Fae must be terminated at once." A second voice rang out invading his mind as Devon withered on the ground clutching his head in pain.
"To kill a Fae, stab it in the heart with a pure silver dagger coated with the essence of a powerful witch." A third voice reasoned with the other two in his mind.
"With the power of one hundred witches, together it should be more than enough to bypass the silver dagger." The first witch rebutted.
With that statement, the searing pain in Devon's mind increased as the witches all started to chant. A haze entered his mind and black dots invaded his already hazy vision as the fae tried to pull his metal shield back up through the pain.
***With Klaus***
"What are you doing here Klaus?" Stefan asked with a head tilt to the hybrid sitting in his living room with a glass in hand.
"Enjoying our stalemate. " Niklaus replied turning his head to the vampire.
"What do you want?" Stefan questioned.
"The question is, what do you want?" The original countered," My hybrids are out of town as a sign of good faith to the town. So please tell me what I need to do to get my family back?"
"Why don't you just have my big brother get your family back? You did say that he would find them, so why hasn't he?" Stefan mocked the hybrid with a smirk.
" Let's just say that little Devon is in… time out." Klaus conceded with an equally evil smirk," I agreed to your demand but it came at a price, mate."
Niklaus, in his many years, had perfected the art of lying. Not even he knew the Fae's location and it had worried him. Devon had been with him in the morning, but since then had not responded to Klaus' calls. Since he had lost his advantage with his fae friend, Klaus had to resort to using his hybrids to get the answers from the Bennett witch. All was not lost though, for he could use the disappearance his friends to show brothers the repercussions of their actions against him.
"Anyway Klaus, here is the deal. You leave Mystic Falls, and give me a call in a few years and… we'll talk."
"I am going to give you another chance. Just one more before I punish Devon again because of you. Let's make a reasonable deal." Klaus insisted leaning forward in his seat.
Also leaning forward, Stefan responded," I killed him once, didn't I? I don't care what happens to him, kill him for all I care."
"Yes right, crazy Stefan. Mmm." Klaus chuckled leaning back," How's that working out for you? See you might not care, but your brother does. He will tell me eventually if he wants to protect his brother like he promised Devon he would."
An unreadable emotion passed the young vampire's eyes before it was quickly hidden. With the conversation over, the original hybrid left to go to the Mystic Grill for a drink. Getting to the car, Klaus called the hybrid tracking Bonnie Bennett's mother.
"How is life on the road?" Klaus asked when the hybrid answered.
"Scenic," Daniel the hybrid responded," How is life without any hybrids?"
"Boring for now." Klaus told him.
"If you want us back, you just have to say the word."
"There is no need. By sending you away upon request of the council, I have gained the civil servants' friendship," Klaus insisted," There is a sheriff who's a little chatty, but useful none the less."
"About that, why do you need us and the council when you have that fairy thing at your beck and call?" the blond inquired over the phone.
"All part of the bigger picture, mate," Klaus insisted," Are you clear on what you need to do?"
"I got it covered." Klaus' hybrid told him before hanging up.
With the plan in action, Klaus took a sip of his drink with a smirk that that fell slightly. Where was Devon? By the way Stefan acted, and the look in his eyes at the mention of the 'punished' fae, he and the others did not have the Fae in their custody. It was possible that the Fae was out searching for Katerina. Even that seemed like a long shot, though, for it would not explain why Devon would not be answering Klaus. So where was his friend?
"Do not worry, my friend. I will find you soon, just hold on." Klaus thought to himself.
***that night with Damon***
Damon walked into the abandoned witchy house and quickly went to the basement where the coffins were being hidden. Bonnie had texted him that she would have to tell Klaus' hybrid of the coffins' location. Because of her readiness to save her almost brother that she never knew, she might just get many people in Mystic Falls killed, but she probably had not thought of the consequences of her actions.
Coming into the room, Damon was surprised to see that the witched were hiding the coffins from him and the candles in the room were flaring. Checking that the room was clear of anyone but him and the dead witches, Damon yelled out to them to stop hiding the coffins though the witches did not let up.
"Oh come on, we don't have time for this," Damon yelled looking up," Klaus will know where the coffins are soon and we need to move them fast. So let's get going please."
After a few seconds, the coffins were revealed yet the candles still were flaring wildly and excessively meaning the witches were still doing something. Shaking his head, Damon walk and up to the forth coffin but was stopped by an uneasy feeling, a feeling of pain and fear for some reason.
The strange feeling made his look around the room and to the fiery candles apprehensively. Seeing nothing but the candles and the coffins in the room, Damon opened Elijah's coffin and pulled the dagger out while tucking a note into the inside pocket of original's tux then proceeded to pick up the sealed coffin and speed to the doorway of the room only to halt and look back. Something in him was telling him to stay but he reminded himself of the little time he had and reluctantly sped out of the house with the coffin.
With the coffin in hand, Damon ran to the quickly to the Lockwood house and stopped in the yard in front on the garden. Setting the coffin down, Damon walked through the field of flowers to the humans working in it and compelled them to take the coffins in due to the anti-vampire barrier. After the mortals carried the coffin into the house, Damon headed back to the witches' house to get the other coffins.
Heading down the stairs of the abandoned house, Damon stopped walking when he entered the room and saw the coffins again hidden. Sniffing slightly, the vampire's eyes narrowed as he turned around only to see Klaus step out of the shadows.
"What took you so long?" Klaus whispered with a smile as he walked closer to the vampire," Hiding behind your witchy friends. And in squalor, no less."
As he finished the sentence, the already flaring candles gained more heat and sent the hybrid to his knees as he grabbed his head and screamed in pain.
Eyes widening in amusement, Damon smiled and said, "Insulting a bunch of dead witches… not smart. I made the same mistake first time I came here."
Managing to kneel and have just one knee on the ground before looking up to the snarky vampire with a glare.
"Well, the funny thing about witches is that living or dead, they care about their own. A hundred dead witches and a thousand living descendants," Klaus screamed again when the witches started hurting him," And I have no problem killing every last one of them, if I don't get my coffins back. As we speak, my hybrid friend is prepared to end the Bennett line."
At that the candles stopped flaring and Damon looked around the dark room before his gaze returned to the smug original. Klaus walked closer to the young vampire before looking to his left and asking nicely for the coffins. Damon sighed slightly as the coffins appeared.
"Here we are," Klaus started but frowned when he only saw three," Where is the forth?"
At Damon's smirk, Klaus looked to the ceiling and yelled," Show me!"
"Well, ehh, here is the thing," Damon said walking closer to the coffins," They can't. It's not here."
"What did you do?"
"Well, Bonnie gave me the heads up," Damon said while walking backwards," I mean I didn't have time to get all four. But I did manage to get o-"
Before he could finish, his foot caught something lying on the ground behind him as he walked backwards. Stumbling back slightly, Damon regained his balance quickly and looked to the offending object only to freeze. On the floor was Devon motionlessly lying in a fetal position with his hands grasping his head.
Falling to his knees, Damon called his brother's name and missed the widened, worried eyes of the hybrid. Damon pulled his twin into his lap and as Devon arms fell to his sides, Damon eyes widened at the bruised imprints Devon's fingers made from clutching his head so hard. Petting his hair, Damon whispered his brother's name but then was ripped from his brother and kicked into the wall behind him by the forgotten hybrid.
Shaking his head, Damon stood up quickly and look to the original to see Devon flung haphazardly across his shoulder. Damon growled and prepared to attack the original only to stop as the original squeezed Devon leg earing a shattering noise and pained whimper from the unconscious Fae.
"As I told Stefan, what you are doing comes at a price. Give me my coffin, or a broken leg and a few burns will be the least of your problems for poor Devon." Klaus smiled at Damon's grave expression," Let's see who caves first."
***at Klaus' house***
Klaus set his friend on his bed and wrapped the fae's broken leg up. Devon would be able to heal himself once he awoke and his powers rejuvenated but for now, Klaus would have to treat his wounds, for he didn't know how long his friend would be out cold. Dabbing disinfectant on the bruised cuts on Devon's forehead earned Klaus a groan signifying his friends wake.
"Decided to join the land of the living, Eh?" Klaus joked softly as his friend looked around.
"Wh-What happened?" Devon mumbled as he tried to sit up only to be stopped by the hybrid.
"We can discus that later. For now, rest, my friend." Klaus advised.
Devon smiled slightly with tired, half lidded eyes as he laid back down and mumbled," Thanks, Nicky."
Klaus smiled softly in return as the fae's eyes slowly fell pushing him into a deep sleep. With his friend out cold once again, Klaus headed down stairs to see his hybrid, Daniel, rolling in the last of the coffins.
"You've got your family back finally. You gunna open them?" the blond asked letting go of the coffin.
Looking away from Rebekah's coffin, Klaus replied," Not quite yet. I still have some unfinished business to take care of."
"What business?" the young hybrid asked his sire only to yell out in pain as something stabbed him from behind.
The blonde hybrid fell lifelessly to reveal an angry Elijah holding the hybrid's heart.
"So Niklaus…" Elijah started as Klaus whispered his name," What did I miss?"
***with Elena and Stefan***
Elena had confessed to Stefan about her kiss with Damon. After she did, Stefan stood up and walk to the car and stared off in the distance with watery eyes.
"Stefan," Elena sighed walking up to him," Say something."
"I shouldn't have kidnapped you," Stefan admitted turning to face her," The car, the bridge, it was too far."
Nodding, Elena looked to her feet before looking back to him and saying," Thank you."
"But you shouldn't have lied to me today. You can't go off and do thing like that, Elena. Not when Klaus is still alive." Stefan
"I know," Elena admitted," I just… wanted to give Bonnie a moment with her mother. Without everything else getting in the way."
"My brother is afraid of me, Elena." Stefan mumbled as he looked to his feet.
"What do you mean?" Elena whispered stepping closer.
The vampire took a deep shaky breath before looking to her, his voice breaking slightly as he answering," I saw it in his eyes, every time I was near him. Fear… absolute fear, Elena."
"It's because of Klaus. He's afraid because of Klaus." Elena insisted resting her hand on his arm reassuringly.
"No," Stefan shook his head," It's because of me. I installed that fear. He use to do anything to protect us, to make us happy. But now…"
"We'll get him back. And you can have that kind of relationship again." Elena promised.
"You can't just forget that much fear, Elena." Stefan paused before looking to up to her," You are better than me. Better than both of us."
With that, Stefan got into his red car and drove off back to Mystic Falls. Stopping his car, Stefan got out and entered the house to see Damon by the fireplace.
"You are still alive? I assume that means Klaus didn't get his coffins?" Stefan asked breaking the silence.
Damon walked closer to his younger brother and replied, "Oh, don't look so happy. I was only able to get one out in time… the locked one."
"Probably a good choice…"
"Well, if you are banking on Bonnie's mama to get it open, you are screwed. She doesn't have any powers." Damon told Stefan.
Sighing, retorted," Ah. Doesn't surprise me. It's been that kind of night."
Stefan started to turn around only for Damon to punch him making Stefan hunch over. Grunting and standing straight, Stefan looked to Damon to see hatred in his eyes. There was only one reason, one person, which could be the cause of such emotion in the older vampire…Devon.
"I didn't know what Klaus was doing to him." Stefan swore rubbing his jaw where Damon punched him.
Damon's fist clenched again before he returned," You know Klaus, knew what he was like. The minute you took the coffins, you knew about Devon. You knew, Stefan, you just didn't care."
"I do care!" Stefan exclaimed," Every time I saw him, he looked fine! I didn't know what Klaus was doing, you don't know what it was like when I found out!"
Damon growled and stepped closer before responding," If you cared, you would have stopped, Stefan. You didn't see him. Didn't see the burns, the cuts, didn't hear his leg being snapped. And it's all because of you… because of us."
With that Damon pulled something out from behind him and turned and in anger threw it at the fireplace. Looking to what his brother chucked, Stefan's eyes widened when he saw one of the daggers used on the originals. After Stefan asked what he did, Damon turned to face his brother once again.
"He took my brother… So I woke his up."