A/N: Thank you for the positive response to this fic, here is part 2.

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Caroline woke up feeling simultaneously groggy and lightheaded. She was strapped into the chair she was sitting on with duct tape and her mouth was gagged with some kind of cloth tied around her head.

She didn't recognise her surroundings but from what she could make out in the darkness, it was a basement.

As she wondered which one of Klaus enemies he'd pissed off this time; her answer came walking down the stairs, into the basement.

The man was tall and lean and his hair was black.

He stopped and looked at her, but she still couldn't make out his face until he reached over and pulled the light switch.

Damon.

"Ugh. Seriously!?" She said, or attempted to say. The sound being muffled by the gag.

Damon grinned amusedly, then he stepped forward and pulled the cloth from her mouth.

"Seriously!?" She repeated. "Damon what the hell?"

He shrugged.

"Sorry Blondie, but this is just business, don't take it personally,"

She gaped incredulously at him.

"You kidnapped me; drugged me and tied me up in some creepy basement!"

Damon hummed. "Huh, yeah I could see why you'd take that personally,"

Caroline gave him a 'You think!?' look and rolled her eyes.

"But in reality, this has nothing to do with you Barbie. I need something from Klaus and well, we all know what a huge crush the big bad wolf has on you,"

Caroline narrowed her eyes at him.

"Do you seriously think Klaus is going to give into whatever demands you give him, once he finds out you took me?! You're an idiot Damon,"

"Hey!" Damon exclaimed, with a faux wounded expression. "That isn't very nice now is it?"

"Go to hell," she snapped

"You want me to put the gag back on?" He challenged her.

She shut her mouth but continued to glare defiantly up at him.

"Turns out you're wrong, judgy. Klaus will be in contact with me, very soon and he will give me what I want,"

"Cus he knows if he doesn't I won't hesitate to hurt you," he said, giving her a cold twisted smile.

Klaus sat quietly in his study. It was late evening and he was enjoying some tea and biscuits by the fireplace, while scanning through the paper.

He growled as his phone began to vibrate, for what seemed like the millionth time that evening; disturbing the tranquillity.

Even the most fearsome of crime bosses needed some time to himself.

He'd been steadily ignoring the person's calls in hopes that they'd give up. But their persistence had eventually worn him in down.

He reached out for his phone, snatching it off the desk irritably.

His ire lessened slightly seeing Stefan Salvatore's name flashing across the screen.

But before he could utter the word 'hello" Stefan's agitated voice cut him off.

"So he answers!" Stefan exclaimed, sounding significantly out of breath. "You know how to work a machine gun but picking your phone is a hardship for you?"

Klaus smirked.

"Apologies Ripper but I was hoping to have some me time this evening,"

"Well, sorry to interrupt but it's important. I need you," Stefan replied.

"Well I have to to say Stefan, I'm flattered, really but what about Elena?"

"Very funny Klaus but you're not gonna laugh when you hear what I have to tell you," Stefan said, seriously.

"Well spit it out then," he grumbled.

"It's about Caroline," Stefan said.

Klaus' face paled. He sat bolt upright, tightly clutching his hand around the phone.

"Speak Stefan," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Stefan sighed heavily.

"When my father requested I take over our… organisation, I refused as you know. Last time I checked, Giuseppe was adamant that he didn't want Damon in charge,"

"Apparently now things have changed,"

"So you're telling me that Damon is heading your father's organisation?" Klaus asked.

"The last time Damon and I spoke he said he was planning on carrying out some grand plan of action against you and taking back what was 'ours'"

"Now you and Damon are both adults, so I wasn't planning on getting involved. But this afternoon I called up Caroline to see how she was and got no answer. I tried again this evening and got the same response. I just went over to her place and she's nowhere to be found. The door and some windows were left open,"

"Plus Damon won't answer any of my calls,"

Klaus' face hardened. He exhaled slowly, willing himself to calm down.

"So you mean to tell me," he said in a low and dangerous voice. "That your idiot brother, has Caroline and is currently holding her to ransom; hoping to force my arm into surrendering my territory?"

Stefan let out a long suffering sigh.

"Seems that way,"

Klaus got up and began to pace.

"Well, it appears your brother and myself are going to have to have little chat doesn't it?" Klaus said, decisively.

"Look, Klaus," Stefan said wearily. "I'm not siding with Damon. Caroline's my best friend okay? I know he's wrong here and in way over his head but he's still my brother-"

"-That brazen fool thought to hurt someone I care about, in order to take advantage of me. And you ask me to show him mercy?" Klaus hissed.

"He won't hurt Caroline like you said he's just seeking leverage. I don't think he could ever be that stupid," Stefan insisted.

"You underestimate your brother," Klaus scoffed. "But evidently not my fondness for you ripper,"

"In honour of our friendship, I will not kill Damon. This time. That is, only if Caroline is returned unharmed. I cannot and will not promise, however, that Damon won't suffer excruciating amounts pain at my hands once I find him" Klaus said, grinning maliciously.

Stefan sounded as if he was about to protest but Klaus quickly shouted over him "Goodnight Stefan" and ended the call.

He scrolled down in his contacts, stopping at Damon Salvatore's number.

"-Its freaking unbelievable. It makes zero sense for my father to hand over all that power to saint Stefan, my younger brother, I might add and not to me. I mean what is that?"

Caroline fought the urge to groan as Damon rattled on about his daddy issues.

She knew people were usually tortured when they were held hostage but she didn't know it would be this bad.

Damon's phone suddenly lit up beside him, in the corner where he was sitting.

Caroline shut her eyes and prayed it wasn't another of Stefan's phone calls that Damon was steadily ignoring.

As much as she hated to admit it, her first thought upon realising that she had been taken was that she hoped Klaus would come soon and rescue her.

Which was so cliche, so damsel in distress, she could hardly stand herself for even thinking that way.

Damon beamed up at her.

"You're in luck Blondie; Klaus is being utterly predictable and has decided to come running to your defence,"

He lifted the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Damon," a clipped British voice resounded through the phone, just loud enough for Caroline to hear.

"Klaus Mikaelson, what can I do for you on this fine evening?"

"Let's cut the niceties, shall we Damon," Klaus insisted. "I believe you have something of mine,"

Caroline bristled at that comment. But she decided it was something she would take up with him another time.

"Funny thing," Damon replied. "I was just gonna say the same to you,"

Klaus let out a slightly condescending laugh.

"Your father and I had an agreement, Damon. I leave him alone and he's free to conduct his own business undisturbed; in exchange, the properties north of Bourbon Street now belong to me," he explained.

"Well see, I was very much against that particular decision when it was made and I would've vetoed it, given half the chance. But my dear father isn't in charge anymore, I am. And I say that we're taking back the estate," Damon retorted.

"Now you either agree to those terms or I'm going to have to be faced with a very difficult decision,"

He tapped his chin.

"Hmmm. Which one of Caroline's fingers, should I cut off and send to you first?"

To both Damon and Caroline's surprise, Klaus started laughing.

"Did I say something funny Klaus?" He asked, irritably.

"Damon, Damon, Damon," he tutted. "Always so impulsive. Perhaps that's why your father was so eager to pass you over for Stefan,"

Damon's face twisted in anger.

"You're walking a dangerous line Klaus. The way you're playing with poor little Caroline's life I'm starting to think I over estimated how much you about her," Damon, said, turning to smirk in Caroline's direction.

Klaus laughed again.

"Oh I think you'll find it is not I who is in the immediate danger, Damon,"

"I'm going to give you one chance and once chance only. Return Caroline safely and I will be so benevolent, that I'll even let you have a head start before I come after you," Klaus said calmly.

"Not a chance Klaus, we're doing this on my terms. You obviously don't think I meant what I said about hurting Malibu Barbie here,"

"Now if you don't give me what I want, I will do it and I don't give a damn how you or my brother feels about it," he snapped.

"Yes Damon, I'm well aware of your lack of concern for your brother's wellbeing. But he isn't the only person in your life you're close to is he?"

"As I said your father and I are on good terms, it would be a shame to punish him for your again he is the idiot that put you in charge in the first place; then again there is that pretty little thing you're always on again and off again with. Rose, was it?"

Damon's face dropped.

"And then there's your dear sweet mother. I know you've been looking for her since she went running from your father all those years ago. But you can put all your private detectives to rest now. I know exactly where she is."

He paused

"I also have about five people poised and ready to riddle her with bullets, should I give the order at any given time,"

There was a deathly silence.

Damon's face had lost all its colour; so much so that he resembled a sheet.

Caroline couldn't ever remember seeing Damon look so frightened.

"I'll ask you again Damon," Klaus said cooly.

"Release Caroline,"

Damon took a deep breath and appeared to regain his wits.

"I want you to remember Klaus. You brought this on yourself,"

He hung up the phone abruptly, throwing it into the corner.

He shut his eyes for a second in an attempt to calm down. When he opened them Caroline couldn't help but feel unnerved by the cruel and sadistic glint in his eyes.

"Unfortunately for you, it looks like Romeo isn't planning on rescuing you anytime soon," he said tauntingly, walking toward her.

Her eyes widened when he pulled out a shiny, silver, blade from out of his back pocket.

"Now usually you're supposed to wait a little while after the first phone call but-"

He moved his arm held the knife up against her throat.

"-in my opinion; it's never too early to begin the torture,"

He gave her a lecherous grin and pressed the point of the knife against her arm. Then he dragged the blade against her skin, eyes sparkling as the blood flowed from the wound.

Caroline gasped and winced in pain.

"Not a screamer Blondie?" Damon asked, with a tilt of his head. " Ah don't worry, we'll fix that…"

There was a loud bang, making Damon jump and drop his knife.

When gunshots could be heard above them, Damon quickly scrambled to his feet in alarm.

One of Damon's men came running down the stairs. He was young, coated in sweat and wore a blazer and a panicked expression.

"What the hell is going on up there!?" Damon hissed.

"S-sir the- the security camera's blacked out. I came down here to tell you, then I heard gunshots and I-"

Caroline screamed as a gunshot rang through the atmosphere. The bullet went straight through the man's head and he fell to the ground like he had been made of paper.

Lucien and Marcel strode down the stairs in unison. Caroline swore she saw Damon begin to tremble as Klaus appeared behind them.

He held up his arms and began to back away from.

"Hey. Klaus, c'mon now. This is just business. You of all people understand that? We're adults. We can talk about this, come on Klaus she's just a girl-"

Damon hadn't realised just how far he'd gotten until he felt his back hit the wall.

Klaus advanced on him. His hand locked around Damon's neck and Damon began spluttering and fighting for oxygen as Klaus rings dug into his flesh.

"Please," he gasped.

Klaus brought his face right up close to Damon's so he could feel his breath against his face.

"Listen carefully," Klaus whispered. "I will kill you. I will kill you and anyone you've ever loved,"

Damon gasped and struggled against his grip, grasping at Klaus' hand.

"Don't. Touch her," Klaus hissed.

Damon made a half-hearted attempt to nod before his face began to turn a shade of purple.

Reluctantly, Klaus released his grip on his neck. Damon inhaled sharply and sank down to the ground against the wall, heaving and clutching at his throat.

Klaus turned to his employees.

"Tell the men, to make sure that anyone who was alive in this house when we came in; is dead by the time we leave," he nodded at Damon.

"Deal with this one; you know what to do,"

Marcel and Lucien nodded. Each man grabbed one of Damon's arms and hauled him up off the ground.

He made a weak attempt to struggle against them but he was so winded, it was hardly much of a fight.

Klaus glared at him until all three men had left the room. Then he turned to Caroline.

The expression of rage melted off his face at the sight of her.

She could only imagine how dishevelled she looked but Klaus was looking at her as she was a fallen angel.

He walked toward her slowly and knelt down. He reached out his hand and gently caressed her cheek.

Caroline let out a sigh and leant into his touch. His face changed once again, though when he spotted the cut on her upper arm and him immediately sprang into action.

"He did this to you?" he asked, although he already knew the answer.

"Damon was planning to have a little fun with a switchblade before you came in," she replied.

Klaus let out an aerated growl and peeled off his jacket in order to use it as a makeshift bandage.

"I'll kill him," he murmured.

"Don't," she insisted, weakly. "He's Stefan's brother,"

Klaus rolled his eyes.

"Yes so I've been told. Remind me again, why that should be of any importance to me?"

"Because it's important to me," Caroline breathed, looking him in the eyes.

They stayed that way for what seemed like a long time before Klaus nodded defeatedly and began to release her.

He took his time, peeling the duct tape off her skin slowly so as not to hurt her. When he had finished, Caroline rose to stand up but Klaus hooked her arm around his shoulders and lifted her, bridal style into his arms.

Caroline huffed impatiently.

"Klaus I can walk you know,"

"You've suffered a trauma," he replied.

Seeing her face he continued "It's just until we get to the car sweetheart,"

She rolled her eyes but gave no further protest so Klaus continued out of the basement.

As they walked through the house, Caroline saw no harm in resting her face in the crook of his neck. After all, it had been a hell of a day and she was exhausted. Not to mention burying her face in Klaus' chest was a good way to avoid looking at all the dead bodies, littered on Damon's carpet.

The car ride home was a quiet one.

On the other side of the partition, Lucien drove while Marcel sat in the passenger's seat next to him. They chatted quietly to one another as Lucien steered the car through the dimly lit streets.

Klaus and herself sat in perfect silence in the back seats. Klaus had a pensive look on his face as he stared out of the window. Every time Caroline caught his eye, his face flushed with guilt and he turned away.

Finally, Caroline got tired of the tension and decided to break it.

"Thank you," she blurted out abruptly. So much so that even Lucien and Marcel turned their heads slightly as she spoke.

"I meant to say it before we left,"

Klaus looked up at her slightly startled and gave her a remorseful look.

"You don't have to thank me, sweetheart," he said. "I'm the entire reason you were in this predicament, to begin with,"

Caroline nodded silently.

"That may be true… But thank you anyway. I mean, any other powerful crime boss, would've just counted me as a loss and moved on,"

She meant it as sort of a joke but the expression on Klaus' face in response was anything but amused.

"I promise you, Caroline, Damon Salvatore never had the upper hand on me at any point. But even if he had it wouldn't have mattered. I can stand to lose a couple of properties but you-"

He reached out and grasped her hand in his.

"-You are priceless. There isn't anything I value over your safety and happiness,"

He gave her an uncharacteristically soft smile and turned back toward the window.

Caroline let the silence sit between for a little bit longer and then said.

"You did put me in a lot of danger today,"

"And for that, I am deeply sorry,"

"-But there is a way for you to make it up to me," she said in a matter of factly.

Klaus' forehead creased in confusion and he turned his whole body to face her.

A coy smile played on her lips as she left him in anticipation.

"I'll need some time to rest, you know, after my trauma,"

He nodded eagerly.

"Of course,"

"But after that, I'm free next Tuesday. You could take me out for a 'Sorry I nearly got you killed by my arch enemy dinner'," she quipped.

Klaus' face broke out into a smile and he took her hand and pressed a kiss into it.

"It's a date, Caroline,"

At the front of the car, Lucien and Marcel exchanged knowing looks.

"You owe me fifty bucks," Marcel pointed out.

Lucien grinned.

"It was worth being wrong. He'll be good mood for the rest of the week now,"