I thought I'd give you all another peak at Becca and Klaus! I do not own anything except for Becca, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.
Sum - After witnessing Klaus kill her brother, Becca takes off back to her house. He follows after her and the two fight, almost giving into temptation along the way. But their evening is ruined even more so as Becca is taken from him. He goes on a wild search to find her, taking down anyone who gets in his way. Can he find her before her fate is chosen for her?
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Becca stormed into her bed room, slamming the door shut behind her. Not that it would do her any good. It opened with a force that shook the walls as the door back lashed from being swung open. "Leave me alone! I don't want to see you! I don't want to go with you!" She screamed out back at the person standing in the door way of her room.
Klaus was panting in anger. He had basically chased her all the way back here. Rebekah had a handle on this back at the school for the mean time, and if things went bad, Stefan would attack if they tried anything. "Your brother will wake up, love. He's not really dead. Not exactly anyways." He told her as he took a step into the room.
She spun around deadly on her heels. That was not the point. Her eyes were just as deadly as she glared at him. "That's not the point! You killed him, Klaus! In front of me, you killed my brother. You didn't care. You just did it to get back at me and everyone else. You don't know how to care!" She screamed at him, taking a step toward him.
His eyes narrowed on her as he took another predatory step toward her. He grinned at the fact that fear flashed in her eyes. "I do care, as sick as it makes me to admit that, I do, Rebecca. I care about you." His voice was low and husky as he stood hovering over her. She felt her breathing hitch as she got entranced by his cold blue eyes. It wasn't like compulsion, it was something different, and it scared her even more.
He couldn't care about her because he was Klaus. He was the coldest person she knew. He killed simply because it amused him. He killed her friends, and tonight her family. Even when he showed just the slightest of humanity, he reminded her of why he couldn't care. "You don't care about me, Klaus. If you did? You won't have compelled me to kiss you back in the mountains." She spatted back at him.
His jaw tightened as he remembered the night she was talking about. He hadn't been in his right state of mine. He had been upset. "I recall you telling me you were fallin' for me, love." He told her, a small hiss in his tone. She felt the heat rise to her cheeks at the reminder of what else he had compelled her to do. It didn't mean her fall into his arms, like he must have thought it would have.
She stood strong in front of him, her eyes growing colder as she glared at him. Her eyes had seemed to changed right in front of him. A look of disgust crossed her expression. "You compelled me to tell you how I was feeling, Klaus. That doesn't count for anything." She told him through gritted teeth. "You can go die in hell for all I care. I hate you." She told him, her voice dead and cold as she glared at him.
He was a bit taken back by her confession. His blue eyes searched her own for any trance of dishonesty in her. He took another step closer to her, closing the space between them. She tried to back up, but she hit the wall. She didn't even know they had crossed the room. He trapped her body in between him own body and the wall by placing each other hands against the wall on either side of her head. "You're lying." He growled at her.
She felt her body tense with him so close to her. Her heart was racing, and not just out of fear. His face was just inches away from her own. "Klaus, don't." She breathed out as he leaned in closer. Her eyes were locked on his his red lips. A grin twisted onto his features as he saw her innocent expression look up at him. Want and need played in her eyes as she stared back at him.
Just as his lips just barely brushed her own the sound of the door bell cut through the silence. Becca suddenly snapped back to her senses and quickly dived under his arm and make a run for the door. Klaus growled, punching the wall before picking out on her photograph frames from her dresser and throwing it against the wall in frustration.
Becca raced down stairs and all the way over to the door. She opened it without thinking only to find no one on the other side. She poked her head out slowly to see if anyone was hiding next to the door, but saw no one. She slowly stepped outside as Klaus was coming down the stairs. A scream left her lips as she was suddenly grabbed from behind, a cloth covering her mouth and cutting up her screams.
Klaus sped down to the door just in time to see her fall limp in the masked man's arms. "No!" He roared out, about to rip the man's head off when he was suddenly attacked from behind. A pained gasp left his lips as he looked down to see a wooden stake sticking out of his chest. He was momentarily stunned as he dropped to the floor. He couldn't reach the stake. It was too deep in his back, and just barely out of his reach. "Becca!" His raw sounding voice tried to call out as he watched helplessly as the man picked her up and carried her away.
It wasn't until minutes later did he finally get the stake out from his back. He growled in pain, but didn't waist a second on falling after the trail of the vampire who had taken his Becca. He suddenly stopped in the middle of the woods when he realized that the trail was getting cold, and he wouldn't be catching up any time soon. His Becca had been taken, but he was sure as hell that, that vampire would dead and burned when he found him.
A howl of pain left his lips as he yelled out in anger. As his head lowered, his eyes filled with pure anger glowed a dark yellow, his veins now darkening. He was going to rip that bastard's heart out so quick once he finds him. He won't even see it coming. His breathing labored as he looked around the trees surrounding him. First he had to get his hybrid, then he would hunt down that unlucky vampire.
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On a slab, was Becca Lockwood. She was still unconscious as she laid so still, it almost looked as if she wasn't breathing. Above her, a man hovered, watching over her with curious eyes. He reached out and moved a fallen curl behind her ear. "Such a waste of beauty. Too bad you're wasting your life on that filth hybrid." He muttered to the sleeping girl.
Upon hearing a noise, he quickly shut inside of the locker and was gone from sight on a moment's notice. Becca groaned out in pain as she started to come to. She was too tired to actually open her eyes just yet. She felt so weak. "Klaus," She breathed out, her face wrinkling with pain as it hurt to just move her mouth and use her voice. Flashes of their dance at that bar over the summer appeared in her head. He had given her his word that no harm from anyone else would come to her.
He would find her. Where ever she was. She tried to feel around, but she couldn't move much at all. She whimpered out in pain as it felt like her arms were dead weight. She still hadn't managed to even get her eyes opened yet. She tried to fight off the need to sleep, but it soon become too much for her and felt herself drift off to sleep again.
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Back in Mystic Falls, Klaus was sitting back as he let Stefan deal with their lead on where to find Becca. He was currently playing darts with the fella. It was times like now that he remembered the summer trip the three of them had. Stefan had done a similartorture to another werewolf to find out where his pack was. "Mr. Klaus? A voice said, turning his attention to a young woman coming up to him.
He leaned forward, knowing that this woman would not be here if she did not have helpful news of Becca's whereabouts were. "A woman named Linds, Jules's sister, has her, Mr. Klaus. She's the twin of the werewolf you killed to break the curse." The girl whispered to him. His ears perked up at the mention of the werewolf. He hadn't thought about her in a long time, and even then he didn't think of her much. She was only a back up.
He quietly thanked the girl and told her that she could leave. She nodded her head and quickly left. In her place, stood Stefan. He might not like Klaus, but he was willing to work with him on finding Becca. It wasn't like he really had a choice anyways. He was still under his compulsion to do exactly what he says. "Why do you care about this one girl, Klaus? I know why I'm here, but I don't understand why you care." He told him.
Klaus shot him a look, his mind flashing back to a night he had gotten Becca drunk and she had let loose. She hadn't let him make a move, and he hadn't wanted to that night, but she had treated more as a friend than a captor that night. It was the first real night he saw her for her and not Iliana. He returned from his memory by the sound of Stefan clearing his throat.
"That is none of your concern, Stefan." He tried to brush him off as he went to walk past him, but Stefan wasn't satisfied with that answer. He grabbed onto his arm hard enough to pull him back. He slowly turned to the other man. It was then that he realized why Klaus cared so much. As much as it didn't seem possible, he was falling for the human girl. Stefan let him go then as he watched his retreating form in shock.
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Becca was starting to come through again. She could hear Klaus and Damon's voices in her heads. They were telling her to fight, to stay strong. She knew one of them would be there soon to get her. She'd just need to stall until then. She let out a whimper as she fought to open her eyes. It was a start, but it wasn't good enough for her. She looked around fearfully to see herself completely confined within where ever she was.
Another cry left her lips as she tried to move her hands. She felt so weak, and every time she moved felt like she was breaking another bone. "Come on." She whimpered out as she searched her pocket the best she could. She let out a cry for joy as she felt her phone in her pocket. She slowly pulled it out and turned it on. She hurried the best she could to dial any number. Her fingers hurt so much though.
She found Klaus's number and quickly dialed it. She mentally cursed herself as the sound of the phone ringing echoed through out the locker she was in. She prayed that he would answer. "Becca? Becca, where are you?" She felt her heart jump at the sound of his voice. She never thought she'd see the day were she would be happy to here from him.
She opened her mouth to speak, but she just hurt so much, the only sound that left her lips was a whimper. "Klaus," She managed to get out. A cry followed after his name. "I don't know what's going on." She told him. She was so confused. She didn't know where she was, or why she had even been taken at all. She didn't even know who took her.
On the other end, a growl left his lips. She was in pain, and he still didn't know where she was. "Sweetie, don't worry. I'm going to find you. I'll . . ." He trailed out at the sound of her cry. He heard a brief struggle in the background. "Becca? Rebecca, answer me!" He shouted as he paced around the parking lot.
"I'm sorry, she wasn't suppose to make the call, but I guess that saves me having to do it." Another voice said over the phone. "Answer me one thing, Klaus. How badly do you want to see her alive?" The voice taunted him. The woman smiled, satisfied with the sound of his growl. He was angry, that made her happy.
A monster like him didn't deserve to be happy, not even for a moment. She knew enough to know that the Hyrbrid had broken his curse, and it was only an amount of time before he started making his own race. The woman knew she couldn't stop him from doing that, but she could stop him from having everything he wanted. Which was where the girl before her fit in. She was his lover. He cared most about her, probably even more than his need to create more hybrids. "I will kill you and everyone you ever loved." He snarled into the phone.
The bitter reminder of the fact that the only people she loved were dead because of him already only made her blood boil more. "Too late, you've already done that. Tell me, did you enjoy ripping the heart of my sister's chest? I have to wonder what she felt as she took her last breathes. I guess I'll just have to ask Becca here that when I do the same to her." The woman said to him bitterly.
Klaus's dead heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. She wouldn't dare take a single hair on her head. "You will be dead before you lay a finger on her." He growled out to her. A scream was heard on the other side of the phone, causing him to gasp out in pain. It was Becca, she was hurting his girl. Hearing her scream made it feel like it was him who was being hurt.
He listened as she cried out in pain. "Please! Stop! No!" He heard her cry out before the line went dead. A growl left his lips as he shut his phone. His eyes darkened as they filled with pure anger. That bitch was dead. He spotted Damon coming toward him, unaware of what had just happened. In a heartbeat, he was in front of the vampire. "Do you know where she is?" He asked him.
Damon wanted to ignore him. He had just found out that Becca was taken by Stefan an hour ago. He blamed the hybrid for her being taken, but he as hell wasn't about to let him be the reason she dies. He was going to find her and bring her home, just like he always did. It's what he did. She was one of the only ones in this whole world that he cared about, and he'd be damned if anything happened to her because of some vampire's need to get revenge on the Original in front of him. "If I knew, do you think I'd be here talking to you?" He growled at him.
He went to move past Klaus, but he cut him off and pushed him back. He wasn't about to let Damon go that easily. "I want her home and safe. I don't want to take her away from her friends and family, not yet anyways. I won't beg, but if you know anything about where she is, you should do well to tell me." He told him as nicely as he could.
Damon didn't seem to buy the nice act though. Klaus was growing tired of this man more and more by the second. Didn't he know that the only reason he was still alive was because of him? If Becca didn't have such a hold over him, he would have been dead long ago. She cared for him, he didn't understand why, but she did, and he wouldn't hurt her by hurting him. There were only so much he could take from this vampire though. "Except, that's exactly what you want to do, Klaus. You want to take her as far away from here as you can. Except you won't because then she'd really hate you, though, she doesn't like you much now, does she?" His smug grin appeared on his face as he looked at the anger cross the Hybrid's expression.
Without any notice, Klaus had his hand wrapped around Damon's and had him pinned against the hood of a car. "You know nothing of her feelings, vampire. I tried being nice, but maybe threatening you will benefit me better?" He said, cocking his head to the side, a wide look playing in his eyes. "Do not test me, Damon. You will regret it. I'm growing tired of your annoyance in Becca's life. There is only so many times I can let you go for her." He growled out as he raised his hand, about to plunge it into his chest and rip the life from him.
Just as he was seconds away from doing so, Damon knew he had to act quick. He knew Klaus would really kill him, Becca's feelings aside. "Katherine found the she wolf!" He said out, stopping Klaus from killing him. "Believe it not, but she cared enough to find out. She's good at that, tracking people down." He told him. He saw the suspicious look on the Hybrid's face and knew he didn't believe him. "Don't believe me? Go check out the cementary's morgue in the next two towns over." Damon told him.
Klaus gave him another wary look, but he didn't have time to question him further on the matter. If he was lying, he could simply just compel him to tell the truth about where Becca really was. Before Damon knew what he was doing, Klaus had thrown him into the car behind him and had taken off. The younger vampire groaned in pain as he turned over.
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One of the woman's pack member's were watching over her. She still couldn't move, but the feeling in her limbs were starting to come back. Slowly, but it was enough for her to fight back. A whimper left her lips as the man touched her cheek. She turned her head away, wishing that she could slap his hand away from her. She couldn't though. She had to save all the strength that she could.
The man stared down at her with adoring eyes. He couldn't have been much older than twenty. Not much older than her ex boyfriend Max. A pang went through her chest at the thought of him. She might have been mad at the time when she broke up with him. He had been torturing Damon. She didn't want him to die though, especially in front of her. "Max was a lucky one. Until you sided with the blood suckers. What's so much better about them than us?" He asked her, but she knew he didn't want her to answer. "You're the hybrid's now though, aren't you? What? Can't decide which monster is better?" He said to her, his voice taunting her.
She knew better than to answer him. She avoided looking up at him the best she could. She knew that he had to have had a smug look on his face. He wanted a reaction from her, but he wasn't going to get one. She knew better than to give him one. She flinched as he touched her face, tracing her lips. Silent tears ran down her cheeks as he let his hand trace the curves on her body.
She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing that this would all just be a bad dream and to wake up in her own bed. She wanted Jeremy, or Damon, or Tyler, god, or even Klaus, to be there and tell her it was all a dream. That nothing was going to hurt her, but they couldn't promise her that. As long as she was breathing, everything and everyone could hurt her.
She let her eyes open slowly as she felt him walk away from her. Her eyes landed on a tray of sharp object, one thing catching her eyes being a pair of scissors. She strained her neck to see that the man was distracted as he talked to someone on the phone. Most likely that woman. She slowly reached out and grabbed a hold of the scissors. She, holding back her cries of pain, sat up on the slab she was placed on, the scissors held tight in her hand.
She could hear Klaus and Damon's voices in her head, both telling her ways to kill, or in her case, serious wound, her attacker. Whether it be a vampire or what, she knew how to get her chance to make a run for it. She didn't like the fact that they told her to just run, because that meant she was weak and couldn't protect herself, but in this case it was all she could do.
She raised the weapon in her hand, about to attack, when he suddenly spun around and caught her arm. "Aw, sweetheart, that's not very nice." He chuckled as she struggled against his hold on her. She tried to keep a hold on the scissors, but her grip wasn't good enough. He took them from her hand and tossed them a side. They clattered loudly as they crashed against the floor somewhere. "Looks like you can't play nice. Time to put you away." He laughed out as he pushed her back down into a horizontal position.
She screamed out as she figured out what he meant. "No! No! No! Please, don't do this! No! Please!" She cried out as he pushed her back into the locker. Her screams were quieted as he shut the locker door. She gave out one final cry as she hit the walls around her. "Let me out!" She screamed as loudly as she could. No one could hear her though. She was alone, and now she had no way of getting out.
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Klaus walked into the morgue as if he owed the place. He was in no mood to kid around. Any wolf that stood in his way, got their heart ripped out without even a flinch or hesitation. His deadly glare was locked on the hallway before him. He strained his hearing for any sign of Becca. He could just barely hear her cries to be let out.
He felt his blood boil upon hearing her cries. At least he could hear though. That meant that she was close by. She was here, and he was going to get her. He followed her cries until he came to a door that read 'MORGUE' on it. He kicked the door in and in a moment he stood in the room. "Becca? Darling, where are you?" He called out as he looked for any sign of her captor.
"Klaus?" He heard her call out. "I'm in here! Get me out! Please!" She began hitting the walls again. He was in front of the locker in a second. He ripped open the right one and pulled her out. He picked her up off the slab and put her back down on the ground the second he could. "You found me." She breathed out as she threw her arms around him.
He took a moment to savior the feeling of her in his arms. She was shaking and scared, but she clung onto him. "I have you, love. You don't need to be scared." He whispered to her as he smoothed down her wild brown curls. He pulled her back slightly to get a good look at her. She didn't show any signs to being hurt. Not physically at least.
Before she could warn him, he was hit from behind. He fell to the floor with a groan of pain. Becca would have fallen with him if not for her grabbing onto the slab for support. "I wouldn't be so sure of that." The man said as he now held a gun in his hand. He had only left her for a minute, and all had gone to hell when he did. Before Klaus could get back up, the man grabbed onto Becca and pulled her to him.
Klaus was back up on his feet on a moment's notice. His cold eyes locked on the man holding his girl. His arm was locked around her neck, holding her in place as his other hand pointed the gun to her head. "This may not kill you, hybrid, but it'll sure kill her. Won't it? You willing to risk it?" He asked the hybrid as he tightened his grip on the girl.
Becca's eyes glistened with new tears as she watched the pain cross over his expression. He didn't know what to do. She'd be dead before he could move to get her away from her captor. "He won't hurt you, love. He wouldn't be stupid enough to do that. Just promise me one thing, sweetheart. You won't look?" He said to her, his eyes now shifting down to meet her own.
She gave him a puzzled look for a moment before it clicked what he was telling her in her head. She gave him a weak nod. 'I care' she quickly mouthed to him. It took him by surprise, but he didn't have a spare moment to be caught off guard. She gave him another nod before she elbowed the man and quickly ducked as she dropped to the floor.
The gun went off, but it missed her by a fraction of a second. She slid out of the way, keeping her head covered and away from Klaus. The man realized what had happened and went to make another shot at her, but his moment was lost. Klaus lunged at him before he could even raise the gun. He didn't hesitate to take all his anger out on this man as he ripped his throat out. The man's body dropped to the floor the second Klaus let go out him.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve, now satisfied, before going over to Becca. "It's over, love. Just don't open your eyes until I say." He said as he crouched down and slipped his arms under her knees and shoulders, lifted her back up in his arms with ease. "Lets get you home, shall we?" He said as she wrapped her arms around him and buried her head into his chest.
She gave him a weak nod as she held onto him. He said nothing more as he carried her out. Once they were outside, he told her to hold on tight before he raced back to Mystic Falls. It took about two minutes before they were at hospital back in Mystic Falls. He wasn't about to let her go home when she couldn't even stand long on her own. He also didn't know what they did to her. "Just a little check up, love. It'll calm the nerves." He told her as he carried her inside.
He compelled a nurse to look her over. As waited a few minutes before the nurse came back out. "Your girls is just suffering the effects of the chloroform. She has no marks or bruises on her body. She should be fine after a good nights rest. You can take her home now." The nurse told him. He thanked her before compelling her to forget ever seeing them. She left soon after as if nothing had ever happened.
He walked over to the cubical the nurse had taken her in. He pulled back the curtain to see her sitting on the table with a bored expression. Her strength was coming back and she was able to stand on her own now. Everything else was still just really sore. She looked up at the sound of the curtain moving. A grin slowly twisted onto his face as he saw a weak smile grace her own. "Lets get you out of here. Can you walk on your own until we get outside?" He asked her as he walked inside and helped her down from the table.
She gave him a weak nod before she took one step forward. She was still a bit wobbly, but she managed as he let her lean on him. She made it all the way outside before he picked her up in his arms again and took off back to her house. He went stopped at the door and let her door. He stiffened as he smelt the air. "You have a visitor." He told her.
She looked at him confused before she opened the door. In the middle of the foyer was Jeremy. Damon was told him what was going on and he decided to wait at her house for her. As much as he hated it, he knew Klaus or Damon would bring her home. It was what they did. At least, only for Becca, in Klaus's case. He turned at the sound of the door opening behind him.
He felt his heart skip a beat when he saw her. A smile appeared on her face as she raced over to him. She jumped into his arms. She didn't know where the sudden strength came from, but this was Jeremy. She didn't need an explanation. She buried her head in the crook of his neck as he spun her around. Tears ran down both of their faces as they clung onto the other. "Thank god, you're alive." He breathed out as he kissed the top of her head.
Klaus watched on with a bitter expression. He didn't understand how after everything that human did to her, she could still love him regardless. This was why he didn't feel or care. It was just too confusing for him. His eyes locked with her own as she looked up to find him watching her. She slowly slipped away from Jeremy's hold on her as she walked back over to him.
He watched her curiously as she approached him. Once she was close enough, she attached herself to him as she threw her arms around him. He was taken back by the embrace. His body grew stiff under her hold on him. "I was wrong yesterday. You do care," She paused as she pulled back slightly to look up at him. ". . . and so I." She said to him. His eyes widened at her confession.
Her dark eyes flickered down to his lips briefly before slowly looking back up at his eyes. He stood completely still as he watched her. This was her move. She had to decide what that meant. He couldn't make her this time. What he didn't expect was to feel her lips brush his ever so gently. As she pulled away from him, she searched his eyes for anything to tell her what he was thinking.
She gasped as a hunger filled his eyes. It was a hunger for her, but it wasn't for blood. No, it was just for her. He wanted her, and only her. He closed the distance between them and kissed her hungrily. She gave in to his kiss as she felt him pull her to his body. A growl left his throat as he devoured her lips with his own. Neither noticed as Jeremy slipped past them and shut the door on his way out.
He might be okay with her finding someone else, but he wasn't okay with watching her do it with a front row seat. When she felt the kiss going further than she was comfortable with, she pulled her head away from him. It didn't stop him from leaned in for more. He needed more. He craved for it. His teeth nipped her bottom lip, wishing to tug her back into their kiss. She pulled out of his grasp before he could though.
She needed to catch her breath. He suddenly remembered that he could only go so far with her so fast. She was still recovering from her kidnapping. He rested his head against her own as she caught her breath. His chest matched her own as they breathed heavily together. Their eyes were locked together, neither blinking or daring to break their stare.
At that moment things changed for Klaus. It was now that he realized she was all that mattered. He still wanted to create his own race of hybrids, but if he had lost her tonight because of that? He didn't know what he would have done. Things would have to be different though. He hadn't been lying to his brother when he told him love was a vampire's greatest weakness, and fate had reminded him of that tonight.
But maybe, just maybe, he was willing to tempt fate again and keep her in his life. He wasn't one to chicken out or give up, not when the thing in question was the girl before him. She was all that mattered, and he would save her no matter what was on the line, even if it was his own life. It was strange, thinking like this, since only months ago he would have laughed at any creature for thinking these very thoughts. Things were different now, though. He was different, and it was all because of her.