Change the Past: Chapter 25

Queen of the Light

Hey guys! So we're back with another chapter! I'm actually really enjoying watching the evolution of Caroline throughout this story so I hope you guys are too but let me know in the review section! As usual nothing recognizable belongs to me and this is unbeta-ed so all mistakes are my own.

ALSO: I'm not quite sure how the whole cover art thing works, so if anyone wants to explain it or submit any picture's that would be awesome! ENJOY!

The Mikaelson's waited at the bottom of the stairs for Rebekah, Bonnie and Caroline. Matt turned to Klaus, "What could be taking them so long?" He opened his mouth to reply, glancing to the steps then freezing his mouth hanging slightly open. Matt turned, "Woah..."

The three women descended the stairs while the men watched slack jawed. Each couldn't tear their eyes off their women. Rebekah was wearing dark skinny jeans, black boots, and a maroon top with a deep v from the draped neckline. Bonnie wore a dark green fitted dress with cut outs on the sides and Caroline... Klaus' eyes were wide in shock and admiration as he watched his love walk up to him. Gone were the days of sun dresses and cardigans, the little baby vamp from Mystic Falls was nowhere to be seen in her leather pants, stilettoes, and red open back top. As she approached him, she reached out gently shutting his mouth, which promptly dropped open again. She smirked.

The smirk was enough to break him out of his state of shock. "Caroline?" he stuttered out. She laughed at his still slightly stunned expression. "Come on!" she called walking towards the door. Turning back she smirked again, her eyes glinting with excitement. "We have a kingdom to overthrow."

Collecting themselves, the family stepped out into the setting sun of New Orleans and headed to the French Quarter. Stepping along the well worn streets, Caroline quietly observed the city. Filled with music and art, she could tell it was one of Klaus' creations. The air around them hummed with energy and a suppressed magic.

They stepped into the same bar they had encountered Marcel in before and unsurprisingly, saw him lounging surrounded by his minions. Caroline frowned muttering under her breath, "Does he do anything except sit around and drink?" Klaus chuckled softly in amusement before he met Marcels eyes. The couple stepped toward the man who grinned widely. "Klaus, my man!" Klaus grimaced at the greeting. "Marcel, what can I do for you?" Marcel smiled wider, "Just sit back and enjoy the show," he said gesturing outside.

The night had arrived and everywhere Caroline looked vampires jumped from roofs, fed in the streets, flashing in and out of sight at supernatural speed. Caroline raised her brow, "Isn't this a little obvious?" she asked dryly. He looked at her, "Never! This is the French Quarter! We don't need to hide our true nature here. The werewolves are dead, the witches live in fear. The freedom never ends and the blood keeps on flowing!" She nodded and he turned away but she kept her eyes trained on him, frowning slightly. As she watched a vampire flashed up to the supposed 'king', muttering something in his ear. His face darkened and he replied. Nodding, the vampire flashed away and Marcel stepped out into the street, arms raised. The crowd fell silent, waiting for the shoe to drop. As soon as he had everyone's attention he nodded to one of his lackeys who turned and grabbed a girl no more than 15 years old, dragging her to the middle of the street. She looked terrified.

Stepping up to her, Marcel spoke. "What is your name little witch?" Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "W-Witch?" she asked nervously. He stepped toward her, "Name," he snarled out, fangs showing. The girl shook in fear, "Ella, sir," she stuttered out. "Well, Ella. My sources tell me you did magic today," he said smirking. "How do you plead?" The girl looked utterly confused and terrified. "I-I don't know!" she cried. "All I know is when I got upset today a light bulb burst. Please," she begged. "I don't know what's happening to me!"

Caroline glanced at the rest of the group who were all watching the scene, faces impassive but eyes horrified. Glancing at Kol, she saw him, arms wrapped around Bonnie who was struggling, eyes full of hatred. The atmosphere surrounding them was that of silent horror as the supernatural watched, unable to do anything. Turning back to Marcel she saw him reaching for a large crucifix. As he swung it toward the witch, Bonnie screamed. "NO!"

Marcel dropped to his knees, clutching his head. While Marcel was still on his hands and knees Rebekah flashed over to the girl and picking her up, disappeared into the night.

Panting, Bonnie released Marcel from the aneurism. Stepping up he stalked towards her. "Brave move little witch. Too bad your bravery was also stupidity." He flashed toward her, but was suddenly thrown back. Caroline stood in front of him, vamp featured on display. Marcel picked himself up slowly, chuckling sinisterly. "The baby vamp comes to the rescue," he spat out a mouth full of blood, wiping his lips. "And what makes you think you can defy me? I'm older, stronger, smarter, better," she smirked at him. "Oh yeah? Well I'm angrier!"

Snarling, he charged her. Dodging him skillfully, she decided to try a move from her old taekwondo class that her mother had made her take. Taking a running leap, she landed on his shoulders. Turning she flipped her body so his face was facing her stomach she leaned back, pulling him off balance. As he toppled to the ground, she did a neat flip, landing on her feet. She looked down at him. "Don't threaten me or my family ever again." Flipping her hair, she walked away, back to their home.

Klaus' jaw dropped. He shifted uncomfortably in his pants, before giving Marcel one final kick and flashing after his girl.

When they arrived back at the home, they found Caroline busily clearing out a large room. Punching bags already hung from the ceiling and Rebekah was setting out mats to cover the entire floor. In the corner, a loud sound system was blasting music while Ella was vigorously taking notes on a clipboard. Klaus chuckled. She was amazing. "What's going on here love?" he asked she glanced up at him. "Building a training room." He nodded grimly. A few weeks ago he would have said absolutely not, but there was no way for him to win that argument. Instead, he turned to Bonnie.

"Is there any kind of spell you can do to protect her during this?" She nodded, "I can do a spell to make it so that if she gets staked in the heart she will only be desiccated. Once the stake is removed she will return to normal. But if I do this spell, Marcel will know there was magic. He won't know what though. I can also fortify the area around her heart making it impossible to pull out from both the front or back. I can try to hide the spell enough so it will merely seem like a small thing." He nodded at her. "Do it." Bonnie hesitated, "One more thing, it will hurt to have done to her. Can you handle that?" He nodded stiffly, "Just do it."

Bonnie waved her over, "I'm going to do a spell to keep you safe through this, but it will hurt. Can you handle that?" Caroline nodded. "Anything to beat Marcel." Bonnie placed her hands over her heart and began chanting. Caroline stiffened, eyes watering in pain, but did not make a sound. As soon as the spell was over, she slumped in exhaustion. However instead of hitting the floor like she had expected, she found herself looking into Klaus' baby blues. She smiled at him softly before falling asleep.

Pulling her into his arms he carried her up to the bedroom, gently laying an afghan over her. He kissed her softly on the forehead before turning out the lights and climbing in next to her. He then asked the question, she was too tired to hear. One he would ask again when she was more awake, "Marry me?"

So I couldn't think of a good song choice for this, I was thinking King of Anything by Sara Bareilles, but I'm not sure, if you have any suggestions leave them in the reviews and I'll maybe add it in later. Thanks for reading!

Xoxo Elle