Hello darlings! I am soooooo sorry for my long absence. I've been swamped with revision and exams for my last year of my degree and writer's block didn't help me either! :( However, I'm all done now until September so I'll have more time to update my stories :) There won't be updates all the time since I'm starting a new degree soon and there's a lot of preparation stuff that needs to be done. But I will try my best to update better :)

This story only has two chapters left! I know this one is short but the next one will be longer, I promise :)

A big thank you to alwaysnnever, InkandTrees and LucyRider17 for reviewing on the last chapter.

Ps. sorry for any mistakes!

The amount of time that passed was irrelevant to Allie but she counted every second. Every single second that she was separated from her crying child. Every single second that Klaus hadn't come to rescue her or Matilda. It occurred to Allie, as she lost count of the seconds that ticked by for the hundredth time, that Klaus should have realised that she was missing already. So why hadn't he found her yet?

The sound of footsteps approaching from the other side of the door pulled Allie from her thoughts, and she instantly jumped up from the bed she had flung herself down on when her capture had gone off to comfort Matilda.

Sheer, blinding anger surged itself way through Allie's veins at the thought of her daughter being held by someone she did not trust; someone who was so clearly out to destroy her family and everything else she held dear.

The door was wrenched open and the witch who ambushed and kidnapped her was standing before her once again. A scowl formed on Allie's face as she stared at the woman who stood so casually on the other side of the door; the side beyond the barrier. If it wasn't for that barrier, Allie knew she would have ripped the woman's heart out and thoroughly enjoyed watching the last spark of life leave her eyes.

It was not often that she entertained such violent thoughts but where her captor was concerned, such thoughts were more than deserving but did little to sate her fury and bloodlust. In the back of her mind, a voice nagged at her. Maybe the witch was right. She was beginning to pick up some of Klaus's habits.

"Where is my daughter?" Allie spat out, her hands balled into fists.

The woman frowned at Allie's hostility. In all honesty, despite being vampire, the woman did not hold any feelings of hate towards the Original Hybrid's wife; it was just unfortunate for her that she had chosen to marry and create life with such an abominable, truly evil man who had destroyed her life.

"She's sleeping. Don't worry, she's fine."
"Don't worry? You stole my daughter! I have no reason to trust anything you say."

A sigh escaped the woman's mouth. She completely understood the crazed look in Allie's eyes and the worry that was eating away at her. Maternal instinct was something that should never be under-estimated. The woman knew that all too well. She, too, had once been a mother until Klaus had taken that away from her.

Although she wouldn't admit it, a small part of her, the part which remembered what it was like to be a mother; to hold her own flesh and blood in her arms; to see them grow, hated that she was going to use Allie's daughter to destroy Klaus. If it could be avoided she would prefer the vampire wife never to experience the absolute agony of being separated from your child, but it couldn't. The desire for revenge was too powerful.

"You don't have much choice."
"I will kill you." Allie promised, determination on her face.

A slight smile tugged at the woman's lips.

"I completely understand why Tatia felt so threatened by you."
"Tatia?" alarm bells sounded in the back of Allie's mind. "How do you know Tatia? She's dead."
"Oh, I know. I killed her."

Gasping, Allie's body faltered for a moment; her legs almost giving out in shock. The words were spoken so casually and with no remorse. It made no sense to Allie. Tatia and the woman should never have interacted. Why on earth would a witch wish to kill Tatia?

A smug smile formed on the woman's face and all previous thoughts of sympathy for Allie fully disappeared. She and her daughter would merely be collateral damage in a war that began before they had even existed.

"Why?"
"She was seriously getting on my nerves. I mean, that girl just would not stop going on about that darling husband of yours. She honestly believed I cared about her cause. She even had me use my magic to try and kill you before I knew you were a vampire. In the end, I just had to get rid of her. She was interfering with my plans."

Allie resisted the urge to comment on Tatia's death. It was deserved but only for her attempts at trying to ruin her marriage to Klaus and for sleeping with Damon. Instead, she focused on the most important aspect of the woman's speech.

"What plans?"

The woman smirked but ignored Allie's question. Many decades of planning and biding her time had taught her to be extra careful and vigilant.

Changing the subject, the woman took a step closer to the door but was careful to remain on her side of the barrier.

"You, however, are very interesting. You became a vampire for Klaus, married him and even found a way to have an immortal child. You stayed with him despite what he did with Tatia…"
"What's your point?" asked Allie, growing ever more impatient.
"My point is… why?"
"I don't understand."
"Why love a monster? Surely you know the terrible things he's done?"

Surprise hit at Allie. The woman's curiosity was so obvious and Allie had to stop for a moment to consider her answer. The conversation had taken such a surreal turn.

"He's not the man you think he is." replied Allie.
"I know exactly who he is. I know exactly what he's capable of. You, my dear, seem to be under the impression that Klaus is a caring, family man but he isn't. He truly is pure evil. He doesn't care about anyone or anything but himself."
"He cares about me and our daughter."
"That's true, I suppose. After all, if he didn't I wouldn't be able to use you against him."
"Why do you hate him so much?"

It was a question Allie had been dying to ask since she had set eyes on the woman hours before. She had no romantic ideas about her husband and his violent past, but she knew that he was capable of change. He had changed for her.

"He took something from me. The most important thing in the world."
"What?"
"My child. Now I'm going to take his."

"Where the hell did you see her, Kol?!" Klaus shouted, punching his fist into the wall next to his younger brother's head and leaving a noticeable indent in the plaster.

Angry wasn't the word. He was absolutely furious and his ever-increasing worry over his wife and child's safety was only serving to fuel his anger. He seriously considered staking his brother for being so idiotic but he dismissed the idea. His wife would no approve of such a thing once she was back… and she would be back. Klaus would make sure of it.

Kol was usually a fun, joking, care-free guy and he was never one to take the threats of his older brother seriously, but as he stared into Klaus's blue eyes and saw the determination, anger and lust for violence that had taken up residence there, Kol began to genuinely fear for his life.

"Niklaus, go easy on him." Elijah stated, still trying to calm Rebekah like he had been doing for the past hour or so.
"Millicent has my wife! She has Matilda! And this… this… idiot is to blame!"
"You don't know for sure that she has them and even if she does, it's not Kol's fault."

Elijah's reasoning had no effect on Klaus, who brushed him aside and turned his attention back to Kol.

"Where. Did. You. See. Her?"

Klaus's patience had snapped and he cared nothing for Kol's well-being as he grabbed him by the throat and gripped him tightly. He cared only about rescuing his family and ensuring no other threats would ever come along.

"On t-the s-street." Kol choked out. "She was w-with D-Damon."

At the mention of Damon's name, Klaus dropped his hand away from Kol's throat. So many thoughts began to race around in his head. What would Millicent want with Damon? It couldn't be a coincidence that she came to Mystic Falls to seek her revenge on him and just so happened to meet Damon. Damon. The one other guy who his wife had ever held affection for.

Pushing that thought to one side, Klaus began to wonder just how long Millicent had been in Mystic Falls and how it came to be that he had not realised the witch was in town.

Storming past his siblings, Klaus heard Rebekah call out to him.

"Nik! Where are you going?"

Klaus paid no attention to his sister's calls and even ignored those of Elijah and Kol as they joined in with Rebekah. His mind was on one thing at that moment. He needed to see Damon. He needed answers. The vampire had been involved with too much of his wife's life already and now he was somehow involved with her disappearance.

As he raced to The Salvatore Boarding House, a vague memory tugged at Klaus. He remembered a time, so many months before when Allie was not even half way through her pregnancy with Matilda, when he had overheard a conversation between Allie and Elena; one in which they were discussing Damon's new girlfriend.

His wife had made it perfectly clear that she disliked the new woman in Damon's life and Klaus had been so happy to have Allie back in his life that he had paid little attention to the few details she had divulged about Damon's girlfriend. A spark of wonder lit itself. Millicent was devious and relentless. Maybe, just maybe, the witch had been cementing herself into his and Allie's life without them realising it.

Crashing through the front door of the Salvatore home, Klaus immediately went in search of Damon.

"What the hell?" Damon shouted, laying eyes on Klaus and scowling.
"We need to talk about your girlfriend." Klaus spat through gritted teeth.

Damon was confused. It was such an odd statement coming from Klaus.

"Why?"
"Because she has my wife and daughter."

Allie's face flashed before Damon's eyes. From the way Klaus's entire body was tensed and ready to fight, Damon knew he had no reason to believe Klaus was being dishonest. A sharp pain penetrated his chest. The thought of losing Allie made him want to die. Klaus's wife or not, Damon still loved her.

"Get a move on!" Klaus shouted. "You're going to help me get my family back. Now, start talking."