Author's Notes: As you may have noticed, I haven't been posting as regularly, and might become even more irregular, seeing exams are coming up. It'll be unlikely I'll be posting much at all for a week, or two. My apologies.

Chapter 37:

Organised Chaos Part 2

Mystic Falls,

Niklaus Mikaelson

"You know... I think she was with some guys," the Bartender said with enthusiasm.

Klaus sighed, staring down at his shoes, holding onto every bit of calm he had left, which was dwindling. Klaus clicked his tongue and looked up. "And who were they?"

"Uh..." The bartender, whose name was still lost on Klaus, stared up at the ceiling with deep thought. "...I think they were, like, friends of hers..."

Klaus merely blinked a lot, then sighed once more. "And what did these friends of hers look like?"

"Uh..."

Klaus smacked his hand against the wooden bar table and slumped into a seat. "Listen..." He said, leaning in closer. His gaze darkened. "Along with simple gifts like compulsion and immense beauty (charming grin), I have also been granted with the gift of unbelievable strength." His smile disappeared, looking like a true serial killer. "And if you do not stop acting like the idiot that you are, I will be compelled to rip your head off and feed it to whatever dogs happen to be roaming the streets." Klaus was so compelling that his bottom lip even did that lowering thing that made you want to either kiss him or yank that stupid lip off. It depended who you were, unless it was Caroline, where she wanted to do both.

"A'ight," he said with another click of his finger. "They were both real muscly... And one of 'em had a blue truck."

Then Klaus grinned, remembering the night Rebekah practically begged on her knees for Matt's forgiveness and gave him the keys to a shiny new blue truck. "Ah, little sister," he said with a grin. "You love-sick fool."

New Orleans,

Elijah Mikaelson, Caroline Forbes and that other blonde-headed bitch

Rebekah rolled her cool blue eyes at the sight before her eyes. Caroline glaring down at a phone and Elijah staring ahead blankly with thought. And her – still in a vaguely slutty silk red nightgown she had just recently bought for a special occasion. One that was cancelled quite recently. For a moment Rebekah felt sick. She ended up wearing that sexy silk number out of protest that she didn't need a guy in her life: she would be fine on her own. Unfortunately, it's affect was wearing off.

"Screw him. I gotta ask," Caroline said as she looked into Elijah's trusting eyes. "Do you know anything about what he's been up to?"

Elijah slowly nodded. "I believe Niklaus intends to resurrect our dear brother, Kol..."

Rebekah's attention focused back on the situation at hand. "And something tells me he's not back in Mystic Falls looking to catch up with his buddies seeing he has none, so..."

"Rebekah, I've had just about enough of your cynicism and immaturity," Elijah said, turning from Caroline to his sister.

Rebekah cocked a challenging brow. "Really? Well when are you going to get off your bloody high horse and get over yourself?" She asked rhetorically.

"Guys!"

"No – stay out of this, Caroline," Rebekah said with a dismissing waver of her hand. Caroline cocked her brow in shock. "Did you just... dismiss me?"

Rebekah sneered, "Get used to it. After all, you are dating Klaus, now."

Caroline snapped her mouth shut with no reply.

Elijah let his hand fall against his leg showing a little bit of anger, which is more anger that Caroline had ever seen before.

"Must you continue antagonizing this poor girl?"

"Why can't you ever have my back?!"

Elijah sighed, pinching the arch of his nose and squeezing his eyes closed. "How is it that a person who has lived a thousand years is still a girl against an eighteen-year-old woman?"

Rebekah gritted her teeth. "Stop making me out to be a brat, I am not a brat!" She jabbed a finger in his direction. "You know, deep down you and Nik are exactly the same!"

New Orleans,

Katherine Pierce – A.K.A Katerina Petrova, Matt Donovan and Jeremy Gilbert

Katherine stood in front of Matt and Jeremy with her hands on her hips smirking up at the glass double doors to the formal and expensive hotel, the Milton Hotel.

She gave a short laugh. "What would you two do without me?" She didn't even bother looking back before taking one step towards the doors...

Of course, she was abruptly stopped when her head smashed into the brick wall by the doors.

Matt's eyes widened as he saw Katherine's limp body fall to the ground, which then darted between her and Jeremy who stood firm with his fisted hands by his sides.

After the shock passed, Matt dropped to the floor and cradled Katherine in his big arms, tilting head to see if there was any blood – just a little. "Dude, what the hell?!" He yelled up at Jeremy who continued to stare down sternly at Katherine's body. Then Jeremy swiftly leaned down to help lift Katherine up by her arms. Surprisingly, no one noticed. "How else do you think we're gonna make the trade?"

"Well..." Matt stared back at the unconscious Katherine as he helped pull her up. "...A little warning could'a been nice," he grunted, pulling her arm over his shoulder.

"Yeah, well, I couldn't have without tipping her off," he said, gripping onto Katherine sturdily until Matt shoved him away. He lifted Katherine up into his arms, not trusting Katherine with Jeremy.

Jeremy raised a brow, but Matt ignored it. He ignored Matt's typical chivalrous attitude. "Look – there's a parking lot right there," he said pointing across the road, half a mile away. "Take Katherine up a few floors to the most abandoned one and wait for my call," he said before opening up the glass doors and before Matt could protest or even reply.

Mystic Falls,

Niklaus Mikaelson

Klaus laid back in his barstool with his elbow against the table, drinking from the bottle of scotch, until he was approached by a girl, a curious look upon her face – probably about the bottle of scotch all to himself.

"Uh... You okay here, hun?" She asked, a slight Southern tinge to the short haired blonde.

Klaus smiled at her, then smiled even wider when he noticed her name tag: Manager.

"I will be when you tell me what I need to know."

She smiled, frowned then shrugged her shoulders as she waited for his question. "What can I do for ya?"

"Where is that quarterback who works here?" He asked, still relaxed.

Her eyes darted towards his own. "Oh, you mean Matt Donovan?" She frowned. "Yeah, he actually hasn't shown up to work for a day, or two, now." She picked up a rag and started wiping down benches.

Klaus sat up and leaned forward, the smile disappearing from his face.

"Which is weird... He's kind of a pedantic guy about his schedule, y'know?"

Klaus clenched his jaw, his eyes dark with contemplation. "Damn."

New Orleans,

Elijah Mikaelson, Caroline Forbes and that other blonde-headed bitch

Elijah shook his head slowly. "Rebekah, I am not going to engage with your childish behaviour."

"Right, because you're so much better than me." Rebekah placed her hands on her hips. "You know, me and Nik may be psycho killers, but at least we're brave enough to admit it! You are just like us. You're just too much of a coward to admit it..." She breathed angrily.

"I am not like you Rebekah," Elijah sighed, "However, I am no better."

Caroline scoffed. "Uh... Hello? Have you met her? You are so much better than her," she said, completely out of place. "I mean seriously, what bad have you done—?"

Then the door was kicked open.

Mystic Falls,

Niklaus Mikaelson

Klaus pretty much dismissed the manager away and glared ahead, his fixed gaze deep with contemplation. He rested his chin against his fisted hands and ground his teeth as a habit.

Klaus's phone began to ring from within his jean pocket, which he fished out and answered, holding it to his ear. "Elijah," he greeted, " As it turns out, I may be gone a little longer than intended – the two adolescent boys I discovered I need to track down have apparently hit the open road."

"Niklaus, I believe I have some helpful knowledge on the subject."

Klaus cocked a brow expectantly. "Well go on; have at it."

"You are in fact looking for Jeremy Gilbert, yes?"

Klaus bobbed his head. "Yes. That boy has taken my doppleganger," he said with a raising of his chin. Then he frowned. "Do you happen to know where he is, dear brother?"

"Yes – Jeremy is here. With us."