Caroline POV
I felt another wave of confusion running over me as I looked at Damon. His icy blue eyes were locked on me with annoyance burning in them. His face was cold and numb, a pale white skin glimmering in the moonlight that streamed in from the window. Stefan was beside him, greedily gulping down a canister of blood. Elana was by his side, running her finger gently through his bronze colored hair, soft hazel brown eyes locked on her own.
Bonnie sat to my right, terror flashing in her deep brown eyes as she forced a few thick strands of her brown hair behind her ears. There was a sadness that bubbled in her eyes as she spoke in a low, cautious voice.
"Are you sure that it was Mason? Why was Klaus there?" Her rapid-fire questions filled my ears as I looked over my shoulder to see Rick resting at the bar. His shoulder was slumped as he gripped tightly to his bottle of whisky, chugging it happily.
Damon gave us each an annoying deadpan stare that said what I looked like an idiot. There was hatred falling in his eyes as he spoke in a low tone. "Of course, I am sure Bonnie, he had his hand around my throat. I got a good look, and he wants a ghost. As for Klaus, he said that Kathrine and Mikeal took Tyler; you should have seen him. He was crazy. If not for Ansel, I would be dead. We both would. I don't know what she did, but I won't let her drag us down with her."
His tone was cold and final, but I could only feel guilt and grief to think that Tyler was taken away and that I might have had something to do with it. We argued to call Mikeal here to use him to kill the originals. Elijah said, resting in the box, and now there was a magically sealed coffin that could lead to us finding a way to kill Klaus. But whoever kills Klaus will kill his son, the man that I thought that I loved.
Paranoia welled in the air as the soft ringing of a bell, forced me to snap my head up to see two people, one of them a man with golden sandy hair and deep cobalt eyes and black circle under his watch and this manic energy welling in him. He wore a black silk shirt and a pulled over leather jacket with black jeans. The soft slapping of his black leather shoes filled my ears as he dropped onto one of the stools as far from Rick as he could get.
Then there was the boy beside him. He couldn't have been that much older than us in his mid-20's and the sight of him forced Stefan to snarl.
"He was the prick that slammed his hand in my chest. He is a hybrid." His tone was burning with hatred as I turned the back for a moment to see black veins starting to form just under his eyes. I knew that he wanted to kill him. But instead, he stood firm and silently at Elena and Damon's side.
My gaze shifted back to the sexy hybrid. He had jet black hair and soft gray eyes that almost looked white, with high cheekbones and rugged good looks and a strong jawline with ruby red lips. I am sure that they were colored because they were stained with blood. He had black five o'clock shadow and charming, bright dazzling white teeth. He wore a tight white V-neck and black jeans with black matching converse. When he spoke, he did so with a sexy Irish accent that made my knees week.
"Gives us the best whisky you got, love" His tone was smooth and warm
He grinned at the girls that wore a white tank top that said "The Grill'' on it. Her tight black skirt showed off her long legs. She was a gorgeous girl with dyed bright blue hair and warm brown eyes that remind me of liquid chocolate. I wanted to sneer at her. We all knew that she was a total slut but instead, I continued to listen in to the conversation.
"He can't go through with it, I can't lose him, and I can't lose Ty, Der you have to talk to him about this. I know that he listened to you no matter how much you are about to deny it vehemently. I will not allow this. He will kill him on sight, and while that might save me, that will still kill me in one way over the other. I lost my father once I will not lose him again. Dear, I am begging you not to let him do this. We are a pack that makes us closer than family." Klaus pleaded to the boy that rested beside him.
Taking in the sight of Klaus, I was shocked. His eyes were brimming with tears, and he looked close to crying as he glared at the gray eye boy that rested beside him. The sight of him forced a warmth to bubble in my chest.
Maybe he was not the monster that I thought him to be, and if that were true. Then there was this guilt and regret that bloomed in my chest. If that were true, then I broke up with Tyler for no reason, and that forced terror to flash in my heart.
Looking back to Damon, I could see how his eyes flashed like he knew something that I did not. Do not tell me that he moved on that fast, taking in a long heavy breath as I sulked just a little bit into the chair as I listened closer to the conversation.
"Niky, it's not that simple, and you know that I'm the heir of the Hale clan. He only listened to me because of the pull that my father has over Ireland. The moment that he decides he will do something for the betterment of his pack, I cannot get involved plus, you are assuming that the tide will sway in Mikael's favor. There is no proof to say that we will not win. I have not been a hybrid for long, but I have had my curse activated for 25 years. No one knows how to tap into their animal side better than me well, maybe your dad. Mason is from a powerful clan, and as such, he has great prowess and ability. Dany is smart and protective, and she is hopelessly devoted to you. It's one opponent, and we both know that with two original hybrids and three wolves, all of them from original bloodlines, we got this, so drink this fucking shot and calm down Niky. I'm not going to let anything happen to you or him, so please calm down."
His tone was almost annoyed as I watched the way that Klaus' eyes began to water. There was pain filling his eyes as I noticed a few stray and panic tears leaving his gaze. Though his eyes were blinking rapidly to make sure that no one other than his friend saw his tears, he never knew that I was watching them. There was pain and fear, filling the eyes of the young man that rested before him. His expression was filled with somber revelations.
"Niky, he is going to be fine. They both will, your dad is a tough son of a bitch, and there is nothing that he wouldn't do to protect you. You are his only son left from that era; Aj was a rare instance and not one that is likely to happen again. I know that you are worried, but nothing will change his mind, not even me. I'll protect the both of you; Tyler will be driving you mad before any of us know it." His tone was warm and loving as he rubbed a gentle hand along Klaus back.
My body moved without any real thought, and before I knew it, I was leaning against the bar as Klaus was glaring at me. The hate that flooded his stare told me that he was not happy to see me. Taking in a long heavy breath, I let my eyes flutter over to the tall, handsome boy with the thick Irish accent. This smugness filled his eyes as he glared at me. His gray eyes are flashing a searing gold as he flashed me a wide, dazzling grin, but his teeth were razor-sharp as he let his hand slammed the bar stool.
As he tapped his fingers against the bar, and I was shocked to see not fingertips but razor-sharp claws, his fingers were beating steady as his nose scrunched up as he glared at me. His lips curled in disgust as his nose scrunched up and hate flared in his eyes.
"What do you want, leech?" Derek spoke in a cold, and his thick Irish accent rolled off his lips as Klaus took a shot of his whiskey before speaking in a slowly slurring voice.
"She is Tyler's ex-girl and one of the friends to the murder that killed Maddox and turned my boy over to that monster Mikeal. You would not believe how much damage he has done to me, and now my son is with that monster. Caroline, let me clarify if my boy does not make it out of this alive, none of you do. I will kill you all without a moment's hesitation. Keep that in mind now leave," Niklaus spoke in a murderous voice.
His tone was cold as he began to grip tightly to the whisky bottle; the deep brown liquid stared back at me as I looked over to the gray eye boy; I could see the hate that glared in his eyes.
"Well, you heard him beat it bloodsucker before I rip you apart." Derek's voice was cold and murderous as he glared at me.
Taking in the sight of his meaningful presence, his muscle tense like that of an ancient beast as he sat in his seat with power and promise burning in every fiber of his being.
But I wasn't going to let either of them force me to back down instead, I glared at Klaus as he ignored the shot glass and instead turned to the bottle and gulped down the whisky hungrily, his own eyes turning gold, but they were slowly having red dots start to form in his eyes. I thought that I might have been seeing things, but then slowly, his eyes turned to their crystal blue. They were hazy with pain and confusion as he looked over to me. When he spoke, he did so in a slur and clumsy British accent.
"I thought that I made it clear that I don't like you, and I don't want you to live, but the love that my son bears for you is enough to make me reconsider killing you. I want you gone, is that understood, Caroline!" When he spoke, he did with a boom of power that forced the whole bar to stop. There was power in his voice as his eyes flashing a searing red only for a moment before the bar went about its own business like it was never to happen. Confusion filled my mind as I started to make my way over to Klaus. Gripping tightly to his shoulder but the dangerous snarls of Derek filled my ears, stilling my head.
My heart thumped with a panic, and a thick bead of spit filled my mouth as I resisted the urge to tremble with fear. I could sense the power in his stare in his whole body, really, but I did not dare cower. I stood firm with a blank look on my face as I looked to Klaus, speaking in a panic tone.
"I understand that Tyler was taken, but that was not my choice, and I will do anything that I can to help you get him back, so please let me help" My voice was borderline pleading as Klaus gave me a once over before starting on his second bottle of whisky.
"Go away, little blond vampire, before I bit you." Klaus's mean voice filled the air.
Fear flooded my chest, but I would not let him scare me off, for now, I backed away, but I knew that they would attack Mikael in the morning. I would be there at their house, sitting on that porch, waiting for them to leave. If they were going to save Tyler, then they were going to do it with me at their side.
Klaus POV
My head was pounding, and my mouth was dry as I resisted the urge to groan out in pain as a sharp, dull thud slammed behind my right temple. It felt like my head was going to explode as the once soft and serene chirping of birds turned into a tortuous song that just would not stop.
I slowly opened my eyes to see golden light flooded through the living room windows. The smooth satin black curtains were parted as the small nook and window benched stared back at me. The bright golden rays pooled around the fluffy leather couch baking the soft leather hid in overwhelming early morning heat.
I resisted the urge to shiver as I remember that usually around this time, Maddox was driving me crazy talking about Christmas shopping for our son and his family. Now I thought that it was a dumb tradition. My father practices his father's native American habits. My mother, a Viking that did not believe in the very gods and superstitions that this holiday celebrates. I thought that it was stupid and a waste of time.
Maddox would often tell me that the holiday is not for me but our son, but he is as much a native as me, and the only reason he celebrates this damn holiday is because of his mother. The thought forced a sneer to leave my lips as I could practically hear the doting voice of Maddox coming to the defense of Tyler and his gifts.
It was only when I heard a man clearing his throat did I notice my father glaring down at me. His arms were folded firmly over his chest as his piercing blue eyes were locked on me. His thick copper skin and matching thick black hair stared back at me as I noticed the grief and annoyance in his pinched features.
"Derek told me that there is a little incident with the people in the grill. Want to talk about it?" Father's voice was taunting and cold, but the patient as if he were dealing with a small child that did something wrong, and they knew it.
Fury filled my chest, and he made it seem like I was that child. I was not his problem and soon, he would not have to worry about me at all. I was not some kid that was misbehaving; this was my life, and why the hell did he even care. His stare narrowed and turned tense as he leered at me.
I did my best to ignore his stare as I pushed my right side of my face away from the plush red satin pillow, just another thing that Maddox bought that now just forced some dull ache to form in my chest. But between moving too fast the blinding golden light that slammed against my eyes, I had to lay back down as a wave of nausea ran over me. I had one of my arms resting over my eyes; the other was lying limp on the ground beside the couch.
While one of my legs hung off the couch while the other was lying firmly on the sofa, my body felt heavy as I felt like I was going to sink into the sofa. Taking in a long heavy breath, I rolled onto my side, staring out the window to see that Caroline was resting on the porch. She sat firmly on the porch, swinging her legs under her as her smooth, agile fingers were clutching to a cup.
"It wasn't a incident. I roared because I was angry and because that little bitch was getting in my way, the same little bitch who is sitting on my fucking porch!" My voice boomed with power, and hate as a passion began to build in my throat and echo out in my voice.
An alpha's roar could control lesser creatures like humans, but it could summon wolves and vampires to my location. Like a form of compulsion, vampires came because they wanted to kill us. Wolves came to pay their respect to the alpha, and if they did not have a pack of their own, they asked to be a part of that alphas pack. I stared at my father, jumping from my spot on my couch to loom over my father. My body grew tense as I felt my fingers digging into my palm.
Taking in the very sight of him forced hatred to fill my chest. Why was he so eager to die, why did he have to be the bait? Why couldn't it be me? Pain filled my chest as I glared at him. There was a tense silence that filled the space between us. I knew that he wasn't going to see this my way, and I wasn't going to see this his way so instead, I rubbed my finger across my face rubbing my face as a hunger filled my chest as I started to stalk in the kitchen.
My father was stalking me. I knew that he was not going to let this go no matter how much I wished that he would.
"You can't roar in the middle of a bar! If you cannot control your original powers, then we will have to do something about that, like limiting them. It is dangerous you could have summoned wolves or vampires to your location or worse, Mikael. What would you have done drunk and broken with only Derek to protect you? I get that you are hurting and that you can't understand my choices, but you can't do whatever you want!" He screamed after me as the soft slap of his boots filled my ears as he stalked after me.
I did my best to hide my anger, but it was rolling off me in bright red waves as the granite kitchen island stared back at me. The sight of the smooth rock made me think of Maddox. He said that we should get volcanic marble, something about giving the kitchen a sleeker look, but I argued that the granites were better because it could handle more wear and tear.
Taking in a long heavy breath, I glared at him only for a moment before turning back the sleek black coffee maker. The scent of robust grinds filled my nose as I took in a long heavy breathtaking in the smell. It did not take long for me to move about the kitchen grabbing the grinds and a sizable black mug as I spoke in a low voice.
"I will deal with my life the way that I want to; you're going to be dead soon anyway, so why the hell does you even care. This is my life, and these are my problems" My pain laced voice filled my ears as I looked ready to cringe away as I sensed his blooming fury. His eyes were smoldering and misty with pain.
"Why the hell would you say that?! You are my child; your life is my business and lets me make this clear while I was willing to be the bait. I have no intention of dying. I'm going to live; you are not leaving, my grandson will come home, and I'm going to teach both of you that you can't simply let your emotions get the better of you. You are powerful, and when your temper gets out of control, you become destructive. Most wolves, when they get angry, they blackout and do not think they act about it. But you are a lot more dangerous than that. Niklaus, look at me!" Father roared.
He roared with murderous loathing as he moved into my line of sight, blood-red eyes locked on me as his long legs carried him over to me with swift strides. His hand gripped his chin as I felt pain echoing deep into my bones as I struggled to think and breathe. My breath hitched in my lungs as I leered at my father, doing my best to stand tall despite the fear that was shaking my legs.
Taking one look at me, I knew that he was outraged, but it was starting to fail as he noticed the fear that was filling my chest and spilling out over my face. I knew that if I said one more wrong thing, I would suffer a lot more than being put on his knee.
His searing red eyes burned into my body as I wanted to shrink for his gaze, but I was forcing myself to stand firm. "You have to get your anger under control, and this is my last time telling you this. Get it under control over the next time that you do something like this. I am going to make sure that something like this never happens again. Is that understood?"
His voice boomed with a mighty roar as I nodded my head numbly though my legs were still shaking with terror. I wanted to run away to hide from his rage as it took all that I had not to flinch away. Mikael did a lot of damage to me, and it was hard not to be terrified of my father when he looked this lost in his rage. But my fear must have been evident on my face because he let out a heavy sigh like he realized that he had done something wrong.
"I'm sorry, okay I didn't mean to be so forceful with you, and I don't want you to be afraid of me. I know that living with Mikael was never easy, and you have to know that I would never take pleasure in hitting you. But you must be more careful. You are doing no one any good by spiraling. Tyler needs you. I need you so you must get it together. Now Derek tells me that your eyes turned hot red. The color of an original alpha is that true?"
A soft and sweet voice tried to chase away my fear and some of my panic, and for the most part, it did, but there was still that small feeling like I was living just to die at another moment at the hands of that monster. I went back to my coffee, watching as thick black vicious oil-like liquid started ago at me.
"Derek doesn't know what he is talking about; Irish men are known for overreacting and seeing things while they are drunk," I spoke in a monotone voice.
I tried to play it off, and I knew that Derek would have my hide for making it seem like he is the one that is lying. That would put him in bad standing with my father, but then it is better than asking me what is going on with my eyes.
My eyes were starting to glow red for a while now, only when I was lost in my rage, and only when I was utilizing my powers from my original bloodline. I have not turned a human just yet, but the moment that I did, I would become an alpha. I knew the ceremony well. There are three ways to get the searing red eyes of an alpha.
The first way is to be named heir once you start to talk about alpha-like quality; the second way is to kill someone who is already an alpha or force them to submit. The last way is to rise to that standing with sheer power simply, and I am sure that I have more control than any other original bloodline after all, I am two species never seen. If that were true, then I knew things would only get tense between the members of the main branch of our bloodline.
"Somehow, I doubt that Derek has nothing to gain from telling me a lie after all, his uncle is his father's heir until he comes to his senses and leaves an enemy alphas pack. The seven original bloodlines never merge, let alone be in the same pack. Lying to me will only put his station as second and command in your pack in danger. So, I will ask again. What is he talking about?" Father's voice was forceful and cold as he gripped tightly to my shoulder, looming behind me dangerous and cruel.
I let out a heavy sigh in the hopes of avoiding his rage but instead, his eyes were burning into my back as I finally relented after a few moments of awkward silence. Spinning sharply on my heels, I watched his eyes turn jaded and worry while this blank mask fell over his face.
"Yes, my power had been growing, and each day, my eyes turned red a little bit longer. I am sure that now that I'm a true hybrid, I will be able to have more power at my fingertips and soon, I will reach alpha status by my power and not by your approval. I'm aware that this puts you in a difficult situation." I spoke in a cautious voice.
There is usually only one alpha in the main family, and even then, it was rare to have an alpha in the branch family. There is usually only one alpha in each clan unless the clan splits in two, separating by regions or cultures. So, for there to be two alphas in the same line with two separate packs, it will make other things that they can rise and challenge us. If he chose AJ as his heir, then there would be three alphas in the clan, making things even more dangerous. For a while, neither of us said anything but thanks to some awkward tension, I could hear the sound echoing in my ears
The soft hum of the filter filled my ears as I could hear the excited slaps of Mason's feet. It took all that I had not to burst out in panic howls, but as I stood in front of the sleek black machine. Watching as thick brown liquid stared back at me, the soft earthy tones of coffee began to fill my nose.
I watched the coffee dripping into the cleared glass cup as I listened to the soft breaths of Caroline. She was still waiting on the porch. She had to be out of her mind if she thought that I would let her help us.
It was her bitch friends' fault that we were even in this mess. If not for the Scooby gang, my little boy would not be in the hands of a monster, and the thought of him being there alive being beaten and drained forced venom and bile to rise my throat, trying to gag me.
I stood mute as I listened to the soft breath of Mason. They were shallow and filled with worry as I looked over to see his head and mop of black curls as his cropped hair stared back at me. Deep blue eyes were locked on me as he shifted them nervously to my father, where they flashed gold.
I am sure that he was still getting used to the change in the alpha status. Grinning gently at him, I nodded my head. "It's fine. We are done here. I think that I am going to take my coffee outside. There is a house guest that is unwanted and unnecessary. I should deal with her."
The warmth of the early morning air clung to my skin as the heat of the mug burned deep into my skin, keeping my mind sharp and in control. I could see Caroline drinking her blood and coffee mixture. There was a spicy look on her blue eyes and a blank face.
"I love him, and I never meant for this to happen, okay. They did this without telling me, but I'm not leaving here until you let me help you get him back please, this is all that I ask of you. If you want to kill me later, that is fine, but not before we find Tyler. Please, I love him," Caroline spoke with quivering lips and a broken voice.
I did my best not to sneer as I noticed the venomous tears spilling down her face. I could see the self-hate and loathing filling her eyes and expression.
I could see the regret that was blooming in her stare as she pulled her legs tightly to her chest as her head rested on her kneecaps as she leered at the distance. The azure sky turned a bit darker as the thick white clouds blanketing the sky as the golden rays burned against my skin. I wished that I didn't have to do this, that my son should be cuddled up on my chest telling me how much he didn't want to go to school and look at the friends that hated him now merely because of his blood.
The thought alone revolted me, so thinking that I would have to work with this girl forced a sneer to leave my lips as I spoke in an outraged voice while I leaned against the smooth marble columns.
"I'm supposed to believe that you broke his heart, and now your friends are trying to kill him. It was not Maddox's fault that I chose to break this curse, and he did not even take part in it, yet he is dead. He meant the world to Tyler. He was there when I could not be, and when his mother would not be. Now he is dead, and it is because of your friends! Now once again, his world is coming crashing down on him, and this time, he might not make it out of this alive, and you want to help!" My hand shook with fury as I spoke.
My voice began to rise as my voice burned with rage as I knew that had my eyes started to burn that my eyes were now in fact, glowing a smooth searing red and not their usually molten gold. Power rose in my chest as my heart thumped against my rib cages, trying to get out of my chest while my fingers began to morph.
What had once been calloused fingers were now fur-covered claws that were as black as night and ready to rip easily through human bone and skin. I had only one thought in mind to kill Caroline. She was the reason that Ty was taken, and now she would be the reason that he was born.
A sneer pulled at my lips as I was blinded by rage. I was ready to lunge, but Mason gripped tightly to my waist, pulling me back on me while Derek had my arms pinned shapely behind my back Dany had her arms wrapped firmly around my neck. They were yanking so hard on me that my bones were starting to ache, and my muscles were screaming for me to stop. It was the last thing that I wanted, but my father was standing in front of me. My father's arms were resting firmly around his shoulder as his eyes were burning with hatred for my actions.
"What did I tell you about your rage! She is here begging you to forgive her for letting her help to save Tyler, and you are trying to kill her. Enough to take him out to the forest and calm him down when we are done here, we are heading to the caves to get Tyler. Before he loses control and kills everyone in this damn town." I could hear the rage in his voice as this time, he spoke in a murderous edge filling his voice as he spoke.
"I le avea ai o oe ma sui o loʻu aiga, oe usitai i tulafono na ou fai atu ai pe a uma ona nofo lelei lea o le a feagai oe ma le. E pei o luko le mautonu ua sau i ou luma, o le a saisaia oe ma faamalosia e fesuiaʻiina 20 taimi. O le tiga o lei faʻamanatu ia te oe ia tausisi i lou ita le pulea mă ia usitaʻi i le faʻatonuga a ou tuaa, (As a member of my clan, you abide by the rules that I set forth after this is settled, you will be dealt with. As with unruly wolves that have come before you, you will be chained and forced to transition 20 times. The pain will remind you to keep to your temper uncontrol and to heed the order of your ancestors.)." His voice was murderous and sure; I knew that I had pushed the boundaries of my father's rage and now he was no longer playing nice.
Great, Fuck me!