Chapter 45 – These Wicked Games We Play

I could feel a sense of déjà vu coming over me as I followed Ric through the tunnel. They were familiar tunnels. Ones I had fallen through one day chasing after Mason and Tyler. Why hadn't I come back since then? Was I scared? No there was nothing to be scared of…

"So this is under the Lockwood property?" I asked as I followed close to Ric.

"Probably runs throughout the entire property," Ric nodded shining his flashlight forward. I shined my flashlight towards the room of the cave only to have Ric grab it and point it down. "Careful where you shine that thing. Bats hate the light."

"B-bats?" I stuttered freezing.

"Jaycee," a faint voice whispered in my ear. I then felt hands wrap around my waist causing me to scream. Ric turned around quickly to see what was wrong but all I heard was familiar laughing in my ear.

"Damn you, Damon!" I snapped putting a hand to my chest as I pulled away from him.

"Scaredy-cat," Damon grinned poking me on the shoulder. I shrugged him off walking closer to Ric.

"Just ignore him. That's what I do," Ric said leaning closer to me.

"Maybe it's a good thing he can't get into the cave."

"Seems to me like the ancient Lockwoods were anti-vampire," Damon responded hearing what I had said.

"That much really hasn't changed has it," I muttered looking up at Ric who grinned at my comment.

"Oh come on, you know you love me," Damon smirked throwing his arm over my shoulders.

"Only in your dreams," I muttered. And in mine. I shook my head pushing his arm off me before catching up to Ric.

"Well this is as far as I get to go," Damon said suddenly coming to a stop. We hadn't been walking for very long and I could have sworn it was further in.

I didn't spare another glance at Damon as I followed Ric in the familiar cave. The last thing I remember from this place was feeling extremely unwelcome and then passing out. I shuddered involuntarily. I walked closer to the drawings on the wall but stopped when it felt like there was a weight on my chest. I took a step back and it was instantly gone.

"What does it mean?" I asked.

"Well, as far as I can tell, it's a story. In simple, archaeological terms, it's a really, really old story. That right there, is the moon cycle. A man, a wolf."

"A werewolf," I commented lightly.

"Yeah, it's the Lockwood diaries. Pictionary style," Damon called out.

"That doesn't make any sense. The Lockwoods came with the original founders in the 1800's."

"I don't know. Maybe the Lockwoods did, but according to this wall, these werewolves have been here a lot longer than that," Ric commented as he took pictures of the wall.

"How long are we talking, Ric?" I asked looking around the cave.

"Long," Damon commented from his spot again. "It gets better. Show her, Ric."

I glanced from the opening of the cave where Damon was to where Ric was looking. Along the wall there was one spot where there were symbols carved into the wall that looked like a bunch of lines thrown together. The more I stared at them the more they started to look like letters.

"Names. They're not native. They're written in Runic, a Viking script."

"Vikings?" I asked almost skeptical.

"This name here, I translated it and it reads Niklaus."

"Klaus."

"And Elijah...And Rebekah," Ric finished.

"This is the Original Family?" I asked as I looked at the markings. There were more than just Klaus, Rebekah, and Elijah. I was sure that carved into the wall was Kol and Finn as well. But what was the last name up there.

"This is the Original Family…" I nodded gazing at the wall.

"Carved into a cave that's been here since way before the founding of Mystic Falls. Or even the entire New World for that matter," Alaric nodded continuing to take pictures.

"It could just be Klaus trying to pull a fast one on us. Keep us occupied."

"That's what I said," Damon commented.

"That could be true, except the last name up here made us think otherwise," Ric said pointing to the name on top.

"What's the name?"

"Mikael."

"The vampire hunter who knows how to kill Klaus."

"Yep. And I like to call him "papa original"," Damon called out. I could just see the smirk on his face.

"Who all knows about this?" I asked as Ric took the pictures.

"Just you, me, and Damon," Ric commented before turning to me.

"Good. Keep it that way," I responded stalking towards the exit.

"Where are you going?" Damon asked as I stalked past him.

"To find out the truth."


"You want me to what?" Elena asked as I quickly walked out to my car. I adjusted the phone on my ear as I climbed into the driver's seat.

"Rebekah knows something. Her name was on the wall along with Klaus and Elijah. Since Elijah is dead and Klaus is MIA, Rebekah is our only shot."

"Why don't you talk to her?" Elena asked her voice frantic.

"Because the moment she sees me she's gonna kill me Elena. SO I'm asking if you'll help Ric and Damon out for the time being."

I could hear her sigh on the other side. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going after the source," I muttered into the phone. I was hoping she hadn't heard it as I backed out of the driveway.

"Source? You mean Mikael?" Elena asked. I didn't immediately respond. "You CAN'T!" Elena practically shouted. "He'll kill you!"

"Elena relax, I can handle myself. Just talk to Rebekah please."

"Jace-" I immediately pressed the end button cutting the call off.

I knew I had to be smart about all of this, but it was a matter of time before he came back anyways. I drove quickly to the nearest airport and parked in the long term parking section before heading into the airport itself. I glanced around cautiously looking for any sign of him as I neared the ticketing booth.

"No need for that, love." I closed my eyes briefly before turning to face him.

"I didn't think you'd show up," I told him as he grabbed my hand and before walking towards the security checkpoint.

"Let's just say when my witch says she wants to talk…I'm more than happy to listen," Klaus smirked down at me. "But we're going to do it on my terms."

"Where are we going?" I asked as we waited in line.

"Portland, darling. Land of the wolves."


"What do you mean she's gone?" Damon snapped looking at Elena.

"She left, Damon. She said she was going to find answers," Elena rolled her eyes saying it again.

Elena was standing in the middle of Alaric's apartment as Damon paced angrily in front of her. Ric was sitting at his desk going through the pictures not as fazed as Damon was about Jay going missing. Damon could feel the anger coursing through his body; of course she would pull something stupid like this.

"Did she say where she was going?" Damon asked coming to a stop in front of Elena.

"No," Elena shook her head.

"Of course not. How could you let her go!"

"This isn't my fault, Damon!"

"You should have stopped her!"

"Will you two SHUT UP!" Ric snapped from his desk. "Thank you."

Elena shook her head standing there with her arms crossed over her chest. She needed to tell them that Rebekah was their only lead now that Jay was gone. That Jay was the one who suggested they talk to Rebekah. She knew Damon was going to flip, but it didn't matter. At least Jay was getting things done…well she hoped.

"I talked to Rebekah today."

"Hooray," Damon retorted sarcastically.

"Jay said that Rebekah was the best place to start."

"And why is that?" Damon snapped.

"She's going to tell me. She is scared of him, Damon. She's scared of Mikael. I saw her face. I just have to engage in a little mean girl power struggle first."

"Make sure she doesn't power struggle you into a wheelchair," Damon retorted as he walked over to where his jacket was laying.

"I've got this, Damon. If we can figure out a way to kill Klaus, Stefan will be free of his compulsion.

"We're still short a witch," Damon mutter before walking out the door slamming it behind him. Elena sighed before turning to Ric who was watching her closely. Elena knew exactly what was on his mind.

"Rebekah will come 'round," Elena assured him.

"You're sure about that? I mean a thousand year old vampire, I'm sure, is not in the art of patience."

Elena opened her mouth to say something back, but the sound of her phone buzzing caught both their attentions. It was a text message from Rebekah. Elena quickly read through the message before walking towards Ric.

"She's a thousand year old vampire, who's joined the cheerleader squad... There is a whole different set of rules that play here, Ric. I got this," Elena said showing him the message.


I walked quickly behind him as we made our way through a small batch of people. I struggled to keep up with his long strides along. I could feel my breathing become labored as he finally came to a stop next to a fancy hotel.

"This is what you do? Stay in ritzy hotels?" I asked.

"Enjoy the hospitality, darling," Klaus smirked pulling me into the hotel.

As we walked through the lobby I was astonished by how beautiful it actually was. Is this what centuries of being a vampire led to? Money, wealth, and power? I could see how someone who didn't understand vampires could be…persuaded by this kind of lifestyle. I followed closely after Klaus as we entered the executive suite.

"Okay, what are we doing here?" I asked as Klaus sat himself down on the couch before patting the spot next to him.

"You wanted to talk…Let's talk, love."

I sighed before slowly walking over to where Klaus was. I sat down next to him, but made sure there was a good distance between us.

"Elijah used to tell me stories about your family…but I always knew he was leaving bits and pieces out. Like what happen to Henrik?"

I sat there stiffly as a look of pure rage and anger came over Klaus's face. I knew I had hit a sore spot. I knew something had happened to Henrik, I just never knew the full details of the story. Elijah would always switch topics quickly.

"Maybe it's time you learn the true story behind what makes the Original Family," Klaus responded his eyes looked watery. "Let's just say our family histories are a little more intertwined than you were led to believe."


Damon leaned against the wall for a moment before dialing Jace's number. He knew she wouldn't answer, but it was worth a try. Damon sighed frustrated when it went straight to voicemail. She was missing and no one knew where she was at and the only one who could know is on detox in the next room. Damon straightened up before walking into the cell.

"You know, if you two are gonna keep me locked in here for the next decade. I think we can skip the routine visits," Stefan responded tiredly.

"You know I'm not a big champion in this whole Lexi-recovery-plan. Jace thinks this place is gonna weaken you out, break you down and make you feel again..." Damon responded rolling his eyes.

"We should all listen to Jaycee, right? I mean her plans always work out so well, don't they? Why are you here?"

"What are you talking about? It's family day out of vampire rehab. So I'm paying visit to my baby brother."

"Go away," Stefan muttered looking away from Damon.

"Naah- Thought we could hang out, old brother bonding. How've you been Stef?" Damon grinned clearly getting a kick out of this. Not necessarily his brother's pain, just his unfortunate situation.

"You know, Klaus may wanna keep Jace alive, but that doesn't mean she's safe with Rebekah."

"What makes you think she's with Rebekah?" Damon asked arching an eyebrow. "On the contrary, brother. Our favorite witch is…MIA at the moment."

"What?" Stefan asked getting a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Told Elena to handle Rebekah then she took off. Who knows where she's at."

"Damon, you have to let me out of here. I have to track her down! I have to make sure she's okay," Stefan hissed trying to pull against the chains.

"Is that your humanity and love for our witch shining through?" Damon asked staring at his brother curiously. "Or Klaus's influence?"

Stefan scoffed shaking his head. "Fine, let her die."

"You really have given up…" Damon muttered pulling away from Stefan.

"Actually, this is my happy face..." Stefan snapped looking up at Damon. Damon rolled his eyes at the attempt to hide the slip before walking over to his brother. He quickly disposed of the chains around Stefan's hands before taking a step back letting the confused Stefan enjoy his freedom.

"What are you doing?"

"Screw this Lexi-plan. Think we could both use a drink," Damon muttered before turning away from Stefan and walking out.


"That can't be right," I muttered listening to Klaus's story.

I had heard about the Original Family and all of their boring regular family life, up until the point of Henrik's death. That's when the peace between the werewolves and the Original Family ended. All because of some silly night out. A night out that had cost a young boy his life. I shook my head reeling from what he had said.

"Your ancestor was the leader of the werewolves. He ran the tribe, held the gatherings every full moon."

"Then how did his blood get used in the transition. I thought he was a warlock."

"Oh he was…That's the fun part. Part werewolf, part warlock," Klaus smirked before standing up. "Your ancestor was the one who suggested to my…my father that revenge was the answer. That we had to fight back against the werewolves."

"Now you're just making things up," I snapped standing up and turning away from Klaus.

"Think about it, love. What could influence a man of such great, pure power to turn towards something so…sinful?" Klaus's voice suddenly in my ear. I could feel him standing right behind me. His hand rested on my shoulder before he pushed my shirt off one shoulder revealing the black marks along my skin. "I think you already know the answer to that one."

"So he was influenced by black magic…make your point, Niklaus," I snapped.

Klaus scoffed, "How do you think my mother had enough black magic to create such an abomination to nature?"

"Your mother?" I asked a look of confusion crossing my face. "The curse. The Original witch…was your mother."

"And we have a winner!" Klaus exclaimed before taking a drink of some blood he had poured earlier.

"Your mother cursed you…"

"So I killed her," Klaus muttered.

"You killed your own mother?" I asked a horrified look crossing my face.

"And your ancestor once I realized what part he had to play in all of this."

I shook my head. Eochaid helped put the curse on Klaus and helped create the vampire species but there was something more to it than that. The pure rage behind Klaus's eyes every time he mentions Eochaid is enough to prove that there was something more than this familial dispute between Klaus and his mother and Mikael.

"What aren't you telling me?" I asked causing Klaus to look at me.

"I beg your pardon."

"You're not telling me something…what aren't you telling me?"

Klaus shook his head before stalking towards the opposite side of the room away from me. I watched him closely before slowly inching towards him. I realized I probably had the juice to take him on, but at what cost? Would it be dark magic? I took a deep breath before resting my hand on Klaus's shoulder causing him to tense up.

"It can't be that bad…" I said softly. It felt weird comforting the Original.

"Eochaid was my father."


Mikael stood there with Ester and Ayanna, Ester's witch associate. The sun had just begun to dip below the horizon which meant the children would be coming back to the home soon in order to get their usual dinner. This was a much more stressed filled evening as Mikael begged.

"Please, Ayanna! I implore you! You must call upon the spirits before the next full moon."

"I will not! It is a crime against nature," the dark skinned witch responded coldly shaking her head. She knew the disaster type affects that would come of this and she wanted nothing to do with them.

"Ayanna, we have already lost too much. We cannot lose any more... The spirits can help us find a way to protect our children," Ester begged in a calmer manner than her husband.

"Everything could be heightend. Our family could live forever..."

"That would cost. This magic you speak of breeds consequence. This is the makings of a plague, Esther. The spirits will turn on you. That is dark magic you are trying to meddle in."

"Please, Ayanna."

"I will have no part in it." She shook her head firmly before walking out of the room and leaving the two adults to weep.

"As she will not protect our family, then it is in your hands alone, my love," Mikael whispered taking Ester's hands in his own.

"I wouldn't say that," a new voice stated from the entrance.

"Eochaid!" Mikael growled turning to face the man.

"I mean no harm. Besides I did accidentally let it slip that you could do this fool hearted task."

"How could you? Our son…" Ester whimpered looking at the man who towered over Mikael.

"I cannot control what the pack does. But it is time for some kind of…regulation. What would you say if I offered my services?" A sly grin slid across Eochaid's face.

Mikael looked to Ester before nodding at Eochaid. This werewolf witch had power on his side, power Ester desperately would need if they wanted to complete the ritual. They wasted no time and knew they had to begin tonight. Mikael left Ester and Eochaid to do what they needed to do which he round up the family.

"Does he know?" Eochaid asked looking to Ester as she began laying out the herbs for the ritual.

"No one knows…Not even Niklaus."


"Alright! Tell me what's up. What's the point of the jailbreak, hm?" Stefan asked annoyed at the disruption. He was hungry and Damon was killing his buzz.

"I thought you could use a hug, Stefan," Damon responded sarcastically as he as Stefan sat at the bar practically glaring at each other.

"Come on, Damon. You know Jace is gonna hate you for letting me out. And we both know that you care about what she thinks..."

"Speaking of Jace, you haven't run off to save you damsel in distress," Damon responded staring at Stefan curiously. "What do you know…?"

"She's fine," Stefan responded. "Why did you let me out, Damon?"

"Maybe I wanted to remind you what freedom was like before Klaus took it from you."

"As long as Klaus is alive, I do what he says," Stefan responded smirking at his brother.

"That's my point, Stefan. You've given up. Now you could sit around and be his little bitch. Or you get mad enough and you can do something about it."

"Damon, he can't be killed," Stefan responded as the smirk fell from his face.

"Maybe I can help with that," a new voice entered the conversation. Both Damon and Stefan turned to look at who had interrupted. "The Salvatore boys, I presume?"

"Mikael."

"Is Klaus out of the country?" Mikael asked smirking at Stefan. He knew that if Klaus was out there Stefan would be the one who would know.

"Can't tell you," Stefan shook his head.

"Has he spoken to you since he left?" Mikael asked glancing over at Damon before turning his gaze back to Stefan becoming more annoyed as time passed.

"I can't tell you."

"All right. Can you tell me the last time you spoke to Niklaus?"

"I'm compelled to do what he says and he says to keep my damn mouth shut," Stefan retorted a little more forceful than necessary.

"I really hope this game of 20 questions isn't your secret weapon," Damon finally cut in looking up at Mikael.

"You see, Damon (he puts his hand on Damon's shoulder) I've been a vampire hunter longer than you've been alive. It's why I found you here. It's why I'm gonna find Niklaus and that bloody witch he's protecting."

"What witch?" Damon asked knowing he was talking about Jace. "Plus Klaus has been running for about thousand years, so if you think you can get a workaround her-"

Damon was cut off midsentence as Mikael grabbed his shoulder in a gentle manner before shoving his other hand through Damon's chest. It was discreet so most patrons around them had no clue what was transpiring between the trio. Stefan jumped and made a move like he was going to try and stop Mikael, but the smirking Original looked to the vampire.

"Careful, Stefan. One move - and his heart's gone. Now, where is Klaus? What's the trick question, Stefan? One twist and he's dead. Unless you don't care of course."

"His emotions have been shut off. He can't care," Damon grunted feeling Mikael squeeze his heart slightly.

"Really? His link to Klaus is so strong that he will let his own brother die?" Mikael turned back to Stefan. "No ideas, hmm? Think, Stefan!" Mikael paused waiting for any kind of information. "I guess you're right. He's a dead end. And so are you, Damon."

"Wait!" Stefan stopped Mikael just as he was about to kill Damon. "I can bring him back. I can lure Klaus back to Mystic Falls. I can get the witch back here too."

Mikael smirked as he pulled his hand out of Damon's chest. "And there is our loophole. Just had to rile him up a bit. Get Klaus back to Mystic Falls and I will gladly drive a stake through his heart. Fail, I'll drive it through yours."


"Judging by the look on your face you had no idea," Klaus said as a few hybrids walked behind us.

"When you said our histories were intertwined I didn't think you meant we were related."

I looked up when Klaus didn't respond. I had been dragged out to the middle of the woods in the dead of night when Klaus found out a pack of wolves were out here. I couldn't help but think about Tyler. Where was he? Was he okay? Was he still in Mystic Falls? I pulled out my cell phone and turned away from Klaus and the hybrids before sending a text to Elena. I couldn't send one to Damon because he'd come looking. Elena was the safest choice.

"Come on, love we've got hybrids to turn."

"Look, Klaus," I responded turning around as he yanked the phone out of my hands and tossed it to one of his hybrids. "Just because we're related does not mean we're going to be all buddy-buddy."

"You're family, love. I have to keep an eye on my family."

"Oh please you stick your family in boxes," I retorted pulling away from him.

"At least they're safe there. You do realize once Mikael finds out about you, there will be a death sentence on your head."

"What why?" I asked as Klaus proceeded to pull me along.

"Why not," he smirked before finally coming to a stop.

I opened my mouth to say something snarky back. I stopped when I realized Klaus and all of his hybrids were gone. I looked around at the darkness that surrounded me as an eerie feeling started creeping into my bones. I took a step back and jumped hearing the crunching of some sticks behind me. I quickly turned around only to be knocked to the ground with such force it knocked the wind right out of me.

When I finally got around to actually seeing what had happened Klaus was standing over me with a smirk on his face.

"Let's just say that you owe me," Klaus held his hand out to me. I reluctantly grabbed it as he pulled me up off the ground. I looked over to see a man lying on the ground seemingly dead.

"What's going on," I snapped glaring from the body to Klaus.

"Hold that thought, love," he said as he pulled out his ringing phone. "Portland is fantastic. Once you get over all the whiny music and healthy looking people it is literally a breeding ground for werewolves."

I rolled my eyes as I listened to his one-sided conversation with whoever was on the other line.

"What did you say to me?" I looked at Klaus curiously as his mood went from jolly to completely serious in a matter of seconds. "Well, first I want you to explain to me exactly what happened." There was more silence as his hybrids moved closer. "I wanna see him. I want to see his rotting body for myself," Klaus snapped. "If you are lying to me Stefan, your compulsion will expose you. So, answer with your life: Is what you are saying the truth?"

I looked at Klaus a worried look crossing my face. Stefan? Wait I left Stefan rotting in a jail cell how was he out and…Damon. I closed my eyes briefly before crossing my arms over my chest and shaking my head. Stefan was out and now he's gone and done something stupid that has Klaus upset. I moved a bit closer to Klaus trying to see if I could hear anything from the phone's speaker, but was annoyed that I could hear nothing. I stared at Klaus a confused look on my face before Klaus looked at me his eyes locking with mine.

"I wanna talk to Rebekah," Klaus told Stefan. "Rebekah, love. What´s this I hear about Mikael´s tragic run in with the dagger?" I raised my eyebrows in shock hearing him say that. Klaus's eyes never wavering from mine. "I´ll be home soon."

"They killed Mikael?" I asked as Klaus closed the phone.

"Change of plans. Think it's time we head back to Mystic Falls…Homecoming is tomorrow isn't it?"


Elena and Damon were standing at the vanity in his bathroom working on grenades for Klaus's hybrids. The homecoming dance was that night meaning that Klaus was more than likely to make an appearance. Jace had been missing for two days and it had everyone on edge. Matt was freaking out while Tyler was oddly calm about the situation. Hopefully with Klaus coming back it meant Jace wouldn't be too far behind.

"I need to borrow a tie," Stefan said breaking up the moment.

"You have your own ties," Damon retorted looking at Stefan like he had lost it.

"Hm- I'm a 162 years old and I'm going to a Homecoming Dance. I need better ties."

"You could not go," Elena snapped shrugging her shoulders looking at Stefan.

"I'm compelled to protect Jace. And if I look at her track it's pretty tragic. She usually shows up wherever trouble is brewing. With my luck she'll go and get herself murdered by the Homecoming Queen..."

Stefan smirked before turning and leaving the room. Elena rolled her eyes before turning back to the wolfsbane grenade she had been working on. She grabbed onto the pin and was wiggling it like she was trying to fix something which caused Damon to hit her hand and pull it away from her.

"Ah - ah! No!"

"I know how to do it! Alaric taught me!" Elena complained.

"Elena! If this thing blows up in our face- just remember: only one of us heals quickly."

Stefan walked back into the room watching them, "Please tell me that you have a better plan than wolfsbane grenades?"

"Never you mind, brother. The less you know the better," Damon smirked glancing at Stefan.

"My freedom from Klaus rests entirely upon you two executing your plan perfectly. So, excuse me if I'm a bit cynical," Stefan retorted leaning against the doorframe.

"You're the one that we should be worried about. If Klaus asks you one wrong question- whole thing falls apart," Elena snapped turning to face him.

"You do have reason to worry, but if I look back in our history of epic plan failures, it's usually because one of us let our humanity get in the way. Upon taking odds on how this thing goes down, it's certainly not gonna be me who screws it up. I'll see you at Homecoming. I can't wait."


I stood there looking at the dress in the mirror. It was hard to believe that Klaus actually had taste when it came to picking out dresses. The homecoming dress was very pretty to say the least. It was black of course and had a single shoulder strap that went over my left shoulder. The bust was covered in black sequins while the lower half looked more like a sheer tutu just less…poofy.

The problem with the dress was it left the black marks along my arms exposed. I needed a way to hide them. I walked over to where the glops of makeup was sitting on the vanity before picking up some cover-up and applying a bunch to the marks. I walked back in front of the mirror and was satisfied to see most were gone. Some were dark enough to where through the cover-up they looked like faint bruises.

"You look beautiful," his British accent echoed through the room. I glanced up at him through the mirror.

"Thanks," I blushed slightly looking back into the mirror. My hair was brushed to the left and curled while the makeup around my eyes was dark and dramatic. "I've never been to a homecoming before," I muttered.

"Then allow me to show you what all the fuss is about," he smirked holding his arm out to me. I arched an eyebrow before walking forward and grabbing lightly onto his arm. "And explain to me why it's at Tyler's and not at the high school?"

"Let's just say I'd much rather enjoy my father's death out in the open than trapped in some smelly gym."

The ride to the house didn't take very long especially with how Klaus drove. Klaus got out first before walking around and opening my door before holding it open for me. I nodded to him before climbing out of the car and straightening out my dress and double checking that the makeup was still intact. I followed Klaus as we walked onto the Lockwood property. There were already a bunch of people laughing and dancing in front of the stage. I glanced through the crowds and immediately spotted Caroline and Bonnie. I kept looking before my eyes fell on Elena, Matt, and Tyler. Then I saw him. He looked handsome.

"Stefan," I whispered. Klaus glanced down at me before looking over to where Stefan was standing watching the stage.

"Come, love. We've got a speech to make."

"What?" I asked as he grabbed my arm and pulled me up the stairs and onto the stage.

"Then you're going to sing."

"What? Klaus no, please," I hissed trying to pull away. I didn't get the chance. I immediately stopped struggling when I felt the heat of the lights on my skin.

"Good evening everyone! I wanna thank you for being here with us to celebrate!" Klaus exclaimed into the microphone as he threw an arm over my shoulder. "It's been a long time coming!"

I looked out into the crowd to see everyone's reactions. I could feel the pure shock coming from the gang based on the looks I was getting from everyone. I didn't see Damon, but my eyes locked on Stefan's. I watched him tense when he saw me up there with Klaus. I could feel my heart flutter. This was it. This was Klaus taking over.


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