"You're wrong, Damon," Stefan exclaimed as he stomped back into his ruined bedroom, leaving his brother bloody in the hallway.
The boarding house was a mess. The couch had been turned upside down, the coffee table was broken into bits and the papers were lying on a pile on the floor underneath shards of broken glass. The two brothers had stayed up all night fighting about what Damon saw and what it would mean if their sister was still alive. Unfortunately for Damon, his brother was having a hard time processing this information
The more Damon pressed, the more enraged Stefan became, throwing chairs, tables, anything that he could grab, to stop his brother from spreading slanderous lies about their sister. And when that didn't work he tackled his brother onto the floor, punching and hitting anything he could. Damon returned the favour with vigour.
The remnants of their fight had followed them throughout the night, broken chairs, ripped books, shattered picture frames and endless broken bottles and glasses that led to the young Salvatore's bedroom where the fight continued. A painful mosaic of their anguish, the possibility of the resurrection of their beloved sister slowly tearing them apart.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I saw her!" Damon shouted, following his brother into the bedroom, absentmindedly wiping the blood off of his lip. "I saw her get into the car and drive away."
"It was dark! You don't know what you saw!" Stefan exclaimed, turning back to face his brother and throwing a lamp at him, only to have Damon narrowly miss it. "It could have been Klaus and some witch messing with your head."
"I know what I saw Stefan," the older Salvatore said, glaring at his brother.
"She died. She died in 1874. She was buried. That's it."
"You don't think I know that? You think I want to be right? If I'm right that means she has been alive this whole time and didn't tell us. Not to mention she's literally sleeping with the enemy!" Damon knocked over the stack of books on the table at the thought of that monster touching his baby sister, papers flying about the room.
"If she turned she would have found us! She would have come to us for help!" Stefan reasoned.
"Not if she didn't know that we were still alive. We have to consider the possibility that she-"
"No we don't! She is dead, Damon! I will not have to drag her name through the mud. She had a happy, normal life here 200 years ago." Stefan sped up to his brother and held him against the wall, his fists gripping Damon's black shirt tightly. "You will not take that away from her!"
"You need to calm down!" Damon yelled, staring into his brother's crazed eyes.
"I'll calm down when you stop saying she's back!" Stefan shouts, pushing his brother further into the wall, causing the contents on the shelf to rattle and fall to the floor around them.
"You know what? Fine." The older Salvatore pushed his brother's arms off of him and stormed out of the room.
"What are you doing?" the young vampire asked, curious
"We are gonna get proof." Damon grabs his leather jacket from the partially destroyed banister and slips it on as he quickly heads down the stairs with his brother following closely behind him.
At the Mikaelson mansion the occupants were sleeping soundly in their beds. The events of last night had kept the couple up most of the night as they tried to figure out what to do about the Salvatore brothers. The young vampire tossed and turned the whole night as her lover kept a watchful eye on her. Despite her proclamations that she was ready to be back Klaus still had his doubts. The pain she felt was still fresh, no matter how many years had passed. She always had a fondness for distracting herself from her pain. Whereas he liked to make everyone else suffer with him, she had gotten used to bottling everything up to the point she did know what she was feeling. What she, what they both needed was a long nights rest and they could take things slowly. They were immortal after all.
However, a long night's rest would not come for anyone in the mostly finished Mikaelson home as the Salvatore brothers barged into the house and immediately started a ruckus.
"Klaus? Klaus! Klaus!" Both brothers screamed, storming from room to room looking for the hybrid.
"I have supernatural hearing, there really is no point in yelling," Klaus commented, coming down the stairs and into the foyer where the irritated brothers stood. Klaus had clearly been woken up by the brothers, still in his long grey pyjama pants and white t-shirt with his hair sticking up slightly.
"Where is Olive?" Damon demanded, his hands twitching at the sight of the Original.
"Sleeping," the hybrid curtly replied, crossing his arms.
"We know who Olive is-"
"No, we don't. It's not her!" Stefan interrupted his brother hotly.
"Yes it is!" Damon turned back to his brother and glared.
"Shouldn't you be discussing this in your own home? Where don't I have to listen to this?" Klaus remarked, looking bored at the brothers' debate.
"Get Olive down here now!" Damon ordered
"It is 8 o'clock in the morning." Klaus grumbled. "Why don't you come again at a more reasonable hour and we can discuss you never seeing Olive later."
"Olive! Olive!" Stefan and Damon both start shouting and heading towards different doors
"Shut your mouth before I decide to rip out your tongue," the original threatens, staring at Stefan.
Before either men can say anything else they hear the front door open accompanied by the faint sound of music. Olive comes in wearing leggings and a large black hoodie, clearing returning from her exercise. No one says anything as she takes off her headphones and looks up from her home to see the three men standing before her.
"Oh," is the only thing that she can say, as she tries to figure out what she is seeing, "Hello." Olive looks over at Klaus confused and unable to move for some reason.
"Well, here she is. You can leave now," Klaus says walking over towards the foyer where Olive seems to be stuck to the floor. He stands partially in front of her, trying to hide her face from the Salvatore's. She wasn't wearing her wig this time. "She needs to go take a shower and do some plotting."
"Yea, I have to….plot," she says frowning, unsure of what she should say. She was having trouble trying to understand what exactly was going on. Why were they here? Would they recognise her?
Ignoring the hybrid, Damon comes up to the potentially villainous pair and looks over Olive's face, seeing her much clearly with the sunlight coming through the large windows. "Aurora?" he questions.
Olive flinches at the name, causing Klaus to hold her hand behind his back. Avoiding the vampire's eyes she chooses to stare at the painting just behind his head instead of his piercing glaze. "I-I don't-"
"Right. That's enough of that. You need to leave." Klaus steps closer to Damon, letting go of Olive in the process.
"I'm not leaving until she gives me an answer. Are you Aurora?" It was a bit difficult for the brothers to tell since it had been years since they had laid eyes on her. Last night was the first time in decades that they actually looked at her picture again. The women in front of them had a strong resemblance to their departed sister but she was older, she didn't have the baby face that had graced their sister for years. And her hair, their sister never had her hair this short. It was always long and graceful, reaching her waist. This could be her, right? She may look like her but it just couldn't be true. Elena looked like Katherine, was she a doppelgänger? Was this some cruel plan that Klaus concocted to throw them off?
In an effort to regain control of the situation, Olive releases a hollow laugh before rolling her eyes and Damon, "Look, I don't know what you guys are talking about but I have things to do-"
Stefan comes up towards his sister, watching the way she wrapped her fingers around her hoodie. "Rora?"
When Aurora was nervous she used to wrap her dress around her index and pinkie finger only. She would twist them round each other until she could move her fingers anymore. Stefan remembered all the times that father would yell at her for playing with her dress. She still did it after all these years. "It's really you."
Olive unwillingly looks over at the vampire, her eyes filling with tears before she quickly reverts her glaze down at the floor, frowning. Blinking away her tears, she manages to unconsciously twist her hoodie until a small hole begins to form.
Stefan's eyes fill with happy tears as he gazes upon his sister properly for the first time in 200 years. Forgetting where he is, Stefan is unable to stop himself from flinging his arms around his sister and hugging her. So overwhelmed with blinding joy, the Salvatore does not realise that his sister's arms are tensed and hanging by her side.
Damon stares at the pair, stepping back in front of the scene and leans against a nearby wall. Tears fill his eyes but he quickly blinks them away when he sees closely watching the scene closely. "Stefan."
Confused by his brother's tone, Stefan pulls away from his sister only to see her crying, a deep anguish taking place. He gently touches her face, ignoring the way she flinches and asks, "Rora? What's-" Before he can finish asking, he cuts himself off and looks over at Klaus. A deep fury begins to set into his bones as he glares at the hybrid. He took his freedom, his life. And he thought he could take his sister from him? That he could keep them apart.
The Ripper rushes at Klaus and tackles him to the floor, punching every part of Klaus he can. The Hybrid practically rolls his eyes at his attics before quickly gaining control; though this does little to deter the vampire as he continues to pointlessly fight back.
Damon, seeing the Original distracted, quickly makes his way towards his sister and grabs her arm and starts dragging her towards the door. "Come on, we're leaving," he instructs.
"What?" Olive rips her arm away from her brother with some difficulty and stares defiantly at him. "I'm not going anywhere with you"
"I know that this is confusing but we are gonna take care of you ok." The eldest Salvatore put his hands on her face, trying to sound calm. "We'll protect you from him"
"I don't need your protection. I don't need you" she sneers, pushing him back.
A thud can be heard from behind the pair and they turn to see Stefan resting injured against the wall, where a hole has been formed when Klaus threw him. The Original dusts himself off before heading back towards the two vampires. "I think your little field trip was successful so you can leave." Klaus places his hands on Olive's shoulders and rubs them when he feels how tense she is. "Now."
"We're not leaving you with our sister," Damon hissed.
Stefan climbs back on to his feet and stumbles towards his sister. "Rora, you have to listen to me. He is compelling you. He is using you against us so we give him back his coffins," he says looking eagerness at his sister as Damon glares at the smiling hybrid.
Rolling her eyes, Olive says, "I'm not being compelled, Stefan. I met Klaus long before you decided to make an enemy out of him. He didn't even know who I was!" She raises her hands in aspiration, tired of them excusing her lover of manipulating her.
"Beside I prefer willing companions, unlike the two of you," Klaus mutters.
"I want you to leave," the vampire clenches her fists.
"We're not leaving you with the psycho who likes to stab his siblings when they misbehave." Damon gestures to Klaus who rolls his eyes in return. "I don't care if I have to snap your neck and haul your ass out of here but one way or another you are coming back with us," he says outraged.
"No," she says coolly.
"Aurora, you're confused." Stefan pleads.
"My name is Olive. Leave. Now. Before asking them to make you." She gestures with her head to the vampires and hybrids that have been watching from the second floor. During their argument several vampires and hybrids came out of their rooms and have been waiting on the side-lines; ready to intervene when needed.
Stefan growls at the sight of them, ready and willing to fight them all in order to save his sister from the Original. Veins start to protrude from his eyes and his fangs start to lengthen, eager to insight bloodshed. But before he can make his move Damon pulls his brother back, knowing that they are outnumbered.
"Stefan." When his brother doesn't listen to him, he roughly tugs on his arm and makes Stefan face him. "Stefan." His brother grunts and storms out of the house, nursing a bruised ego. "This isn't over," he assured, looking at the hybrid. With one last meaningful glance at his sister, who refuses to meet his eyes, Damon quickly leaves the mansion and goes after his brother.
Stefan was….agitated, for lack of a better word, after leaving Klaus's. He felt like ripping his skin off and tearing it into tiny little pieces. Or plucking out each hair from his body one by one. This feeling wouldn't leave him.
How could this happen? How could she do this?
His sister
His sister was working with Klaus
No. She wouldn't do that to them.
Klaus had to be compelling her.
Klaus loved to compel people to do his bidding. He didn't know how to function without it. That must be it. It's the only explanation. He was manipulating her. He said so when he saw her but she didn't believe him. But he knew better. Klaus was a bitter and pathetic man that used every cheap trick in the book to get what he wanted.
He knew what he had to do. He had to save his sister. Damon stopped him though. He wanted to regroup. It was idiotic. While there regrouping and 'coming up with a plan' their sister is being tormented by an Original. Doing God knows what to her. What if he….No. no, he wouldn't let that happen.
He had to do something. He had to fix this. He could fix everything. Everything could go back to the way it was and he would get his sister back. They would be a family again. All of them.
He just had to get rid of Klaus.
Stefan wasn't sure how long he had been walking for. It could have been hours. It could have been days. He barely remembered the fight he had with Damon before storming off. All he knew was he had somehow managed to find himself standing in front of the torture house. Or Miss. Gibson's house to others. They were smart enough to hide the coffins here. No one would wonder out this far and most didn't know that the house had been abandoned. Signing the house in Bonnie's name had been his idea. He did it quickly and quietly so Klaus couldn't catch wind of his plan.
Yes, so far he had been thinking clearly. A plan to systematically destroy Klaus.
So why was he looking over Elijah's desiccated form?
He wasn't thinking straight. He knew that. He knew he shouldn't be doing this.
So why did he just take the dagger out of Elijah?
He wanted to hurt Klaus. He wanted him to suffer like he was suffering. Bringing his sister back from the dead only to have her betray them, regardless of the compulsion. The first time he gets to see her in almost 200 years and she is being forced to be his puppet. She wouldn't be the same after this. He wasn't. Being compelled to obey that bastard, it was torture. Aurora must be in hell as well. But it's ok. He would help her get better.
Undaggering Elijah was smart. He could take down Klaus. He could help them save their sister.
But this was a good plan.
Wasn't it?.
This could backfire.
This would backfire
But Stefan couldn't get his brain to stop. It was like a battle inside his head. All the voices telling him to kill, to hurt, to seek vengeance, to be smart, and a smaller voice telling him to let go.
But how could he let go?
Klaus took everything from him. Elena. His sister. His sanity.
Stefan backed away slowly from the coffin, his mind at war with itself. He let out a primal scream and started to pull at his hair, as his body succumbed to the anguish coursing through him.
What did he do?
He had to put the dagger back.
But it was too late for him to put the daggers back, it would kill him.
He needed to find someone and get them to put it back in. He couldn't tell Bonnie, she would tell Damon. No one had to know.
He could still fix this. There was still time.
Olive had been in the master bedroom sitting in her window ledge watching the world outside. After her brothers had left she retreated back upstairs into their bedroom before taking a long shower, trying to wash off what just happened. Sitting in her bathrobe she waited for the tears to come but just felt numb as she watched birds flying past the window.
She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting there but she knew it was long enough for her hair to stop dripping on their new hardwood floors. After a while, she heard the door open and the comforting sound of Nik's soft footsteps coming towards her. Without turning around she shifted on the window seat so that he could sit next to her.
"Are you alright, love?" Klaus asked gently. It was difficult for him to stay away when she was hurting but he knew from experience that she would need some time to herself.
"I will be," she breathed, turning to look at Nik. "I didn't think-" she starts, frowning as she tries to put her feelings into words, "I didn't think it would be this hard. Seeing them here."
Klaus pulls her in his arms so that she can rest her head on his chest. "I'm so sorry. I wish I could make this easier for you," he whispers, kissing the top of her head.
"They have your family Nik. What are they going to do now that they know about me?" She frowns and looks down at the floor, playing with Nik's fingers. "I shouldn't have let Stefan take me."
"If you didn't then we would have lost the hybrids." The Original intertwined their fingers together. "You have always had impeccable instincts, love, don't overthink this. We both knew that they would find out eventually."
"I just thought we would have had more time," Olive says, squeezing his fingers.
"There would have never been enough time," he points out.
"I know." They sit quietly together, watching the world outside before Olive breaks the silence, her voice cracking in the process. "I'm sorry you have to deal with this," she says through her tears, "With me" Klaus is stoking her hair and combing out the knots
Klaus gently shushes her as he stocks her hair, combing out the knots with his fingers. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I gave you my word that I would always be there for you, good or bad," he proclaimed. "Besides, no offence but, I'm not worried about the Salvatore's. They aren't that bright." Olive laughs lightly at his statement, making Klaus smile. "I doubt they could hide my family for much longer anyway."
Gasp
Elijah's body contorts unnaturally inside the coffin, his arm reaching out at nothing and his legs kicking out, breaking the base of the coffin. Twisting and shaking, Elijah just barely managed to ignore the feeling of his bones scrubbing each other long enough to rise from his coffin.
He couldn't breathe.
The Original looked around the room with blurry eyes and could just make out the end of a coffin in the adjacent room. His brothers and sister. He found them. He finally found them. Elijah tried to climb out of his coffin gracefully but only managed to roll out onto the floor, landing not too far away from his coffin. He wanted to go to his family and undagger them. To free them, but found that he barely had the energy to stand.
This house. This devil of a house was preventing him from doing the one thing he waited so long to do. But he had no choice. He would come back for them. Nothing would stop him from coming back for them.
Elijah fled out of the house, crashing into walls on his way out as he struggled to see and maintain absolute control over his body. Once outside he took a deep breath, feeling his bones and lungs settle now that he was out. Elijah looks back towards the house, unconsciously trying to type back in, only to be prevented by the lack of an invite.
The Original makes his way down the steps of the house, taking in the woods he seems to have been kept in. It was an absurd notion wasn't it? That he, an Original, could be kept in a box for however long and still underestimate his younger brother. When would he learn not to trust his pesky brother? It took a while for Elijah to find someone after leaving the house, it seems his brother was more paranoid than usual, keeping them so far away from the rest of the world.
Thankfully, the young man he stumbled across was kind enough to tell him where 'the new British boy' was and had generously donated some blood to the hungry Original.
By now, the Mansion was starting to look like a real home. Olive had placed her extensive plant collection in every room that had been completed and some of Klaus' favourite art pieces had been hung on the newly painted walls. The only thing left to finish really was the upstairs bedrooms. Aside from the master bedroom, most of the rooms had yet to be painted or even furnished but it was all starting to come together slowly.
Klaus was currently looking through the different paint swatches, trying to find one that would fit the house. It was a tedious process but it helped occupy his mind and prevented him from acting irrationally and going over to the Salvatore's and ripping out their throats for making Olive cry.
Daniel had come into the room carrying the fabric samples that Klaus had asked for earlier. Thanking the hybrid, Klaus looked through the samples before him when he noticed that Daniel was squirming, blood trickling out of his mouth. Suddenly he drops to the floor dead, allowing Elijah to come into view, a heart clutched in his bloodied hand.
"So, Niklaus…" the Original carelessly drops the heart on the floor, allowing it to roll and leave a red trail.
"Elijah…" Klaus says shocked.
"What did I miss?" Elijah pulls out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wipes the blood of his fingers aggressively, starting down his younger brother. "You look surprised to see me. So it wasn't you that removed the dagger from my chest?" he surmised.
"You look like you could do with a drink. And we have a lot to discuss, so shall we?" Klaus walks over to his decanter on the other side of the room but is tackled by his brother before he can reach the table. The brothers go flying through the recently installed glass door. "Easy. I just finished renovating this room." Klaus grumbles before rushing at his brother, sending them into the antique wooden table that crumbles under the force. He quickly rises over to his feet and stands over his groaning brother. "You know you have every right to be mad at me. But I kept my word, I reunited you with our family," he reasoned.
Elijah doesn't say another in return and chooses to express his displeasure at his brother's words by leaping at him and punching him repeatedly in the face, causing the latter to fall backwards onto the floor, knocking over the table and its contents.
As the two Originals fought on the floor, Olive came back inside after spending some time in their garden trying to clear her head. Seeing her brothers again…it was affecting her more than she would like. Thankfully, she found that gardening was the best way to occupy your mind. She was holding some daisies that she had just cut and wanted to place in a vase to join her growing collection inside. Instead when she walked in she found the vase she wanted to put the flowers in had been shattered and was currently being crushed into dust underneath Nik's back as some man repeatedly punched him.
Olive abruptly left the two fighting on the floor and walked into the kitchen towards the sink. Getting out the vase she had stored away in the cabinet she rinsed it to remove any dust that may have accumulated. She could still hear the glass being broken and the string of insults the men seem to be throwing at each other, and a chair if she heard right, but was currently focused on filling the tall crystal glass with water before placing the flowers inside; arranging them in a more pleasing way.
She rested the flowers on the kitchen island and headed to the refrigerator, grabbing the large jug of orange juice she had made earlier. The vampire got one of the glasses that had been left to the side and poured herself a glass of juice and headed back into the room, juices in hand.
The two Originals were still fighting but had moved from the middle of the room to the doorway where the dead Daniel laid. Elijah pushed his brother off of him and threw him across the table, sweeping the contents off and stumbling onto the floor. Olive came in just in time to see Klaus get pushed up against the wall and have his slammed repeatedly by the mysterious man.
Before Elijah could move to throw his brother again, Olive had calmly walked over to the pair before pouring the jug of orange juice over both their heads, drenching them in sticky, sweet liquid. This immediately caused the two to separate and look over at the woman in question. Elijah scrutinised the woman before him, who in turn observed him with disinterest. "Thanks to your fighting you have ruined my coffee table and made me waste this juice." She put the now empty jug on the shelf as she addressed Klaus. "Is this Elijah?"
Klaus nodded, breathing heavily and wiping the juice off his face.
"Niklaus, who is this woman?" Elijah questions, wiping the juice from his face.
"Elijah, meet Olive, my partner." Klaus smiles at his brother before accepting the orange juice that Olive offered to him.
"You are Olive? I find it hard to believe that the Olive would side with my brother" Elijah remarked, taking off his now ruined suit jacket.
"Look I've already had to prove my existence once today can't we just accept I am who I say I am?" she groaned, rolling her eyes and heading back into the kitchen.
After a moment of silence, Klaus looked into his brothers eyes and cautiously said, "Mikael is dead."
"What did you say?" Elijah whispered, shocked, his jacket slipping from his fingers.
"I killed him. With his own weapon. He's gone Elijah. Forever," the hybrid assured.
A brief smile appears on the Original's lips at his brother's words but it quickly disappears. "Then why do our family remain in those coffins?" Elijah questions, feeling his fury creeping up on him.
"Because of Stefan Salvatore," he declared. "He took you away from me and has been holding you all hostage." Klaus extends his arm and offers his brother the glass of orange juice.
Elijah accepts the juice with a frown. "So it was him that woke me? Why?"
"I would assume that he believes I unearthed his sister, so he woke you in retaliation," Klaus theorized.
"His sister?"
"That would be me," Olive announced, walking back into the room carrying two towels and handed them to both brothers. "Where were you when you woke up?" she asked.
"In an abandoned house near the woods." Elijah replied, using the towel to get the excess orange juice from his hair. If he did not get this out in time he would be forced to go to the hairdressers.
"Were the other coffins there?" Klaus asked.
"I believe so, but I couldn't go back and check because I had not been invited in," he explained.
"I'll call Ruth to go get the others," Olive assured, kissing Klaus goodbye and turning to face the dripping Original. "By the way, attack him again and I'll rip your dick off and shove it up your ass and pull it out through your mouth. Got it? Good."
As Elijah watches the supposed Olive leave the room, beginning to question her legitimacy. From what he heard she was a force to be reckoned with, she could intimidate any man simply by walking into it. He had to say he was not the slightest bit intimidated by her threat, especially when it was coupled with her knotted butterfly shirt and long grey skirt. "She is nothing like I was expecting from the famous Olive. Are you sure that you have not been played for a fool?" he asks, downing the juice
Klaus doesn't answer his brother but instead adopts a serious expression on his face as he regards his brother. "Elijah, there are things you do not know about our past. Our mother's death. Things I never wanted you to know. But I'm ready to tell you now. I only ask that you remember the oath of loyalty you once swore to me. Always and forever. I need you to stand by my side. Be my brother. Help me destroy Stefan and I promise you our family will be whole again," he proclaimed.
Dropping Jeremy off at the airport may have been one of the hardest things that Alaric had ever done. He knew that it was the best choice, and he knew that Jeremy wasn't his son, but by God was he close. When he met Jenna he had no idea that he would form such a bond with her niece and nephew, or that they would welcome him so graciously, like he was always a part of it. The mini family life they had for a while was one of the happiness times in his life.
And because the universe was a cruel mistress those moments became fewer and farther between till the day it finally died. The day Jenna died.
It took everything in him to take a chance with Jenna, to really try and love again after Isobel. And she died. Just like Isobel. Sometimes he felt like a virus, slowly infecting the people in his life with tragedy. He tried so hard to carve out a normal and well balanced life for Elena and Jeremy, it was the bare minimum that he could do in his mind, and he had already messed it up. Not even 5 months into watching over them did he send Jeremy away with some relatives that didn't even come to Jenna's funeral (sure they were watching over their son who had just broken his leg and couldn't travel for long periods of time but still).
If Klaus wasn't here, if he had just died like he was supposed to, then none of this would be happening. Jeremy would be having a hard time but knew that he was being supported and would have eventually bounced back. Instead of that though, Alaric was driving through the dark streets of Mystic Falls, craving his bourbon, his lazy boy and a long night watching the cars go by as he tried to figure out what else he could have done.
When Alaric arrived at his door he got out his keys to unlock the door when he noticed that the door wasn't shut properly, followed by a crash coming from inside his apartment. Alaric quickly and quietly put away his keys, reaching round his back to get the stake he always kept hidden. Slowly pushing the door handle, he opened the door and peered inside.
Of course.
Alaric immediately rolled his eyes and stomped into his apartment to stand over the lushly vampire that had broken in and was now laying on his floor with his best bourbon around him. His cabinets had all been opened and his table had been shoved away from the couch so it was now facing the wall.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
Damon frowned in confusion before he realised that he wasn't in his own house. He must have run out of bourbon and came here in a drunken haze. Rather than responding, Damon grabbed the nearest full bottle next to him and started uncapping it
"Woah, woah." Alaric exclaimed, quickly retrieving the bottle from the vampires fingers, "Hey, what the hell man?" That was a 70 year old bottle of scotch, the most expensive drink he had ever bought himself. No way was he letting Damon chug it down like some animal. "What happened?"
"Stefan lost the coffins," Damon groaned into the floor as he tried to lift his body off of the floor.
"What? How?" Alaric asked, placing his scotch on the kitchen counter
"He woke Elijah who then told Klaus where he and his siblings were kept," Damon explained, successfully rising from the floor.
Fucking Stefan.
What possessed his brother into thinking that daggering Elijah - leaving him alone with the rest of the siblings that he had spent years searching for - was a good idea. Babies that had eaten candles were smarter than his brother.
What did he think was gonna happen?
Elijah sitting there patiently waiting for them?
It was ridiculous.
No, what was ridiculous was him leaving his brother alone after they had found out Aurora was alive. He should have known that Stefan would have done something reckless. It was his M.O. case and point, turning him into a vampire against his will.
He never would have thought in a million years when he found Stefan punching the walls of the house and destroying the furniture, throwing it out into the barren woods, that his brother had lost their leverage. He had this look in his eyes that Damon had never seen before, more desperate than usual. If he thought that the Stefan from the founders party was reckless, this Stefan was fucking insane.
Damon did the only appropriate thing he could when he found out what his brother had done. He promptly stabbed him in the shoulder with a loose floorboard and yelled at Stefan to get his act together or they would lose everything. They were just lucky that Bonnie insisted that the locked coffin be kept separate from the others so she could concentrate on opening it. Of course, this is only going to make Bonnie's job harder now that they have less time and he was the unfortunate soul that told her.
Thank god she couldn't give aneurysm through the phone.
"Why would Stefan do that?" Alaric wondered.
"Because he's insane! He is having a psychotic break and is gonna take us all down with him," the vampire complained, making his way towards the kitchen, trying not to fall again.
"Yea, Elena told me what he did. Or tried to do," Alaric mumbled. He was up with Elena most of the night as she explained what had happened, trying not to break down crying. She cried too much these days.
"He's a fucking idiot. We had the advantage. We could have gotten rid of Klaus and saved her. She wouldn't have to spend another second with that asshole," Damon griped, his hands clenching around the marble countertop, causing spider web cracks to form beneath his grip.
"Elena?" Alaric questioned. He didn't think Klaus and Elena had spent much time together.
"But now we have only one coffin and are gonna be up against the rest of the Original family." Damon paces the kitchen as he continues his rant, slowly getting more sober as his blood pressure increases at the thought of his baby sister getting caught in the middle of all this. "And she's gonna get caught up in everything because she's on Klaus' side and dies-"
"Are you talking about Olive? Don't we want her to die?" the teacher interrupted frowning at the vampire.
"Why would I want her to die?" Damon said without thinking, closing his eyes in regret when he realised what he just said.
"Last week you couldn't stop talking about ripping her heart out," Alaric reminded, scrutinising the vampire in front of him, bewildered by this sudden change of a mind.
"I was exaggerating." Damon waves his hand dismissively at his friend, grabbing the half empty bottle on the couch.
"What else happened today?" Alaric questioned. He paused and watched the vampire drink the rest of his bourbon with wide eyes, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Did you sleep with her?! You slept with Klaus' girlfriend didn't you!" he begins to panic, thinking about what Klaus would do if he found out. How could Damon be so stupid as to sleep with Klaus's girl? He was going to have to take Elena and run. "He is gonna kill-"
"Calm down, would you! I didn't sleep with her." he states forcefully, allowing Alaric to sag in relief. "That's a disgusting thought," the vampire mutters with a grimace, shivering and sticking out his tongue.
"Then what the hell is going on? Elena told me that Olive knew you when you were human. So who is she?" Alaric asks exasperated.
"Aurora Salvatore," Damon confesses.
The teacher frowns in confusion before uttering out, "Your sister? She's your sister? Your sister is the one that took Rebekah? Your sister is sleeping with Klaus? Your sister-"
"Would you stop saying 'your sister'?" Damon complains, frustrated with the whole situation. He did not need Alaric recapping what he already knew. "I know she is my sister. I think people in China heard you say she's my sister," he states dramatically, gesturing to the door.
His sister was with the monster that killed Jenna.
"How the hell did this happen? You told me she died." After one too many drinks, Damon had confessed to him that he had a younger sister that had died. That he and Stefan never talked about her but always felt something missing when he and Stefan were together. The third Salvatore to make them complete. He made Alaric promise to never mention her to anyone ever and to completely forget their conversation.
"She did die. I was right about that," Damon argued "She just turned into a vampire afterwards."
"I can't believe this. Your sister is the fucking vampire God and she isn't even on our side! We're fucked," he exclaims, slamming a cabinet closed.
"I wouldn't call her a God. She's just popular, like Beyoncé," Damon remarked
"That's pretty close to God level, Damon!" the hunter quipped, breathing heavily as he rested his hands on his hips.
"Ok, I'm not getting into another Beyoncé fight with you again," the vampire proclaims, shaking his head and pointing his finger at him. "I'm not drunk enough for that."
"How did Stefan take the news?"
"My brother is...a little unhinged at the moment." Damon frowns toward the wall, looking thoughtfully at nothing in particular. "Hence the undaggering." Alaric shakes his head, taking the bottle from Damon and pouring some of it into his own glass. "He thinks she's being compelled to stay with him."
"What do you think?" Alaric asked.
"My sister would never side with Klaus," he emphasized, looking imploringly at Alaric. "If he's not compelling her then he's got something on her."
"This is just wild." Alaric takes a sip from his glass.
"You can't tell anyone about this," Damon instructs.
"Damon-"
"I'm serious," Damon interrupts. "Elena can't know that my sister almost got her brother killed, compelled or not." How could he face Elena if she knew that his sister almost got her brother killed. Besides, this was a family matter, they could deal with this on their own.
"She's gonna find out sooner or later," Alaric pointed out.
"Well I'm making it later."
"I've been having these dreams for days now. It's like the witches are trying to send me a message."
Bonnie had called Elena early that morning asking to meet her in the Lockwood caves. To say Elena was surprised was an understatement, she had no idea that her friend had been helping Stefan hide the coffins or that she had been trying to open them.
The two girls were standing over the coffin, it was quite dark for both of them but the various candles that had been placed on the floor illuminated the way. Though this was a bit of a fire hazard.
"I just can't believe you guys kept this from me the whole time," Elena remarked, glancing around the cave walls.
"Stefan thought, if you knew where the coffins were, Klaus could threaten people to get information out of you," Bonnie explained.
"He's not coming right?" Elena looked towards the cave opening thoughtfully. She hadn't seen Stefan since he tried to run her off of Wickery Bridge. What would you even say to the man you once loved that tried to murder you on the very bridge he saved you from, only to be stopped by a mysteriously kind and violent vampire?
"I don't think so." She smiled gently at her friend, hoping to ease her anxiety. "He hasn't been here the last few days. Damon and Stefan have been busy arguing about someone named Aurora."
"Who's that?" Elena asked.
"I don't know but they have been at each other's throat over her," Bonnie said annoyingly. They were so busy fighting over this woman she was worried that they had lost sight of what they were doing. She couldn't take out an original hybrid without some back up.
Elena cleared her throat, an odd feeling starting to settle in her stomach. "So, where are the rest of the coffins?"
"That's the problem. Stefan kind of lost them…" Bonnie trailed off.
"What?"
"Stefan woke Elijah for some reason and that lead Klaus to the others," Bonnie explain, shrugging her shoulders
"And he was worried I would tell Klaus," Elena muttered, rolling her eyes. "So now you only have one. Why would he do that?" She crosses her arms and looks at the young witch.
"I don't know." Shakes her head at Elena "Which is why I needed your help. We don't know who is in it, or what's in it, only that I think my dream is telling me it will help us kill Klaus. I think I know who can open the coffin. And I need your help to help me find her,"
"Who?"
"I couldn't place her face at first. Then I realised." Bonnie pulls at a folded photo out of her back pocket and hands it to Elena.
"Oh my god, Bonnie," Elena breaths, gently taking the photo from her hand.
"I think the witches want me to find my mum," Bonnie revealed.
In the Gilbert residence, the two teenagers were sitting in the dinning room looking over the various files that had been spread out on the table. They had called gone to the Sheriff after leaving the caves and found that she was more than happy to help Bonnie find her mum.
"Los Alamitos?" Elena reads out, passing the paper to Bonnie to look at.
"Too old."
"Honolulu?" she handed Bonnie another sheet with a small smile on her face
"I wish. How many of these are there?"
"A lot. I asked the Sheriff's office to pull up every single Abby Bennett in the country," Elena said, quickly removing the papers into the reject pile when they didn't look like Bonnie's mother.
"I know we haven't been able to really...that things have been weird, because of Jeremy, so, thank you for helping me with hits. I know you have a lot to deal with." Bonnie said cautiously, aware that she had not been there for her friends like she should have been. She felt so guilty the day after Caroline's birthday when she found out that Stefan had taken her to the bridge.
"There's nothing more important, Bonnie," Elena said seriously, holding her friend's hand in hers.
"It's surreal. Having to track down a woman, who bailed on her own kid."
"You know, you don't have to, right? Let Stefan obsess over opening up the coffin. It doesn't have to fall on you," Elena reasoned, troubled that her friend was basically being forced to see the woman that had caused her so much pain.
"The coffin is spelled shut. That makes it a witch problem. So it does fall on me. Besides, I was bound to see my mother again sooner or later," Bonnie explained. She knew that if she did refuse then Stefan would find some poor witch and force her to help out. At least this way she was protecting another witch form being used. She was a tool, she knew that, and she had accepted that a long time ago.
Elena frowned thoughtfully before looking back to the front door when she heard the door open. When she saw that Damon walked through the door, she quickly turned around, not in the right mindset to see the older Salvatore.
"Sooner." Damon opened the manila folder in his hand and read out, "Abby Bennett Wilson, Monroe, North Carolina. Born in Mystic Falls hospital, graduated at Mystic falls high...blah blah blah." The vampire handed the witch and explained, "A little compulsion helps speed up the research process."
Bonnie accepts the folder from the vampire and looks over the information carefully. This was her mother. This was the woman that abandoned her. She never thought it would be this easy to find her. Bonnie wondered if her father ever tried to find her. Would her life be different if he had? Would she still constantly find herself trapped and forced to help others at her own expense?
"Did you figure out who Olive is?" Elena looked cautiously at the vampire, it had been awhile since she had seen him. Even though she wasn't prepared to see him, her curiosity took precedence over her discomfort.
"Did I not tell you? Could have sworn I did." Damon looks around the room avoiding her invasive eyes.
"Damon. Who is she? Is she your ex or something?" Elena asked annoyed, trying to keep the jealousy out of her voice.
"Ew, what?" Damon shutters. "Ew, no. You know, I can't help but be insulted that everyone's first guess is that I slept with her." He was more than just sex. He had layers. Sometimes.
"So who is she?" Elena got out of her chair to stand next to the vampire, arms crossed.
"Stefan and I know and we are taking care of it," Damon explained, nodding his head condescendingly.
"Why are you being so weird about this?" Elena wondered, switching weight from her feet.
"I'm not being weird, you're being weird. You're like a dog with a bone," Damon complains, staring at Elena. Neither party said anything as they both stared at each other.
Bonnie looks up from the file at the two and frowns confused. "What's going on with you two?"
Damon turns to look down at Bonnie, "We kissed. Now it's weird. Have a great trip." Damon gives Elena a sarcastic smile before heading out the door
Bonnie stares at Elena, surprised who is lost for words and tries to explain what happened.
Caroline opened her front door, ready to crawl back into her bed and watch FRIENDS but was stopped by her ex-boyfriend sitting on her living room couch.
"What are you doing here?" she questioned.
"I need your help," Tyler states, standing up to greet her.
"Tyler, as long as you're sired to Klaus I can't trust you. You nearly got Jeremy killed. For all I know this is a trick and Klaus sent you here to bite me," she complains, putting her hand to her forehead in exacerbation. "And I know I called you the other night, but I was drunk and vulnerable and I wanted to see you but I just can't. I can't help you." Caroline shakes her head and looks regretfully at the hybrid.
"That's the problem, Caroline. I want to be able to tell you that I would never bite you if Klaus told me to but I know that's not true. And that scares me," he admits. "I don't want to put you in any danger, to put you first but it's like I have no control at all. That's why I asked your mum to call him." Tyler turns towards the kitchen doorways where Bill enters from with his hands in his pockets.
"Daddy?" Caroline says softly.
"Hi, Caroline," he says smiling at his little girl.
"I thought, since he can resist compulsion, maybe he could teach me to resist the sire bond," Tyler theorised, desperate for things to go back to the way they were. He lost his free will, but he couldn't lose Caroline. Not for Klaus.
"Can you help him?"
"I'm gonna try." Bill nods at his daughter
"Why?"
"Because he doesn't want to cause you anymore pain. And I understand that," he reveals, regretful of how he dealt with the news of his daughter's new found vampirism.
A few days had passed since Elijah had been undaggered, and whilst his family was all under one roof for the first time in years, only he was awake. When Klaus had gotten the coffins containing their siblings back, Elijah immediately tried to undagger them; desperate to see them again. But Klaus stopped him. He was unwilling to let them out when the Salvatore's still possessed the locked coffin. In his paranoia, Klaus had had the room spelled shut and had his hybrid playthings in front of the door at all times. It would have been easy enough for him to get a witch to unspell the room but had found that in his slumber the witches on his side had gone into hiding, unwilling to help the Original against his brother.
It also didn't help that Olive and her followers were almost always wandering around the now finished Mansion. The constant chatter and secret meetings behind closed doors had started to make Elijah feel trapped. So he decided a walk would be the best cure to his claustrophobia and would do well in preventing him from ripping off the heads of everyone inside.
Wandering around the forest was always peaceful for him. He remembered as a child he would try and climb up the trees as high as he could. As he got older he stayed on the ground and watched his siblings do the same, watching out for them as they rose to new heights. Even after all these years, he could still feel close to them when he stepped into a dense forest.
But what the original was hoping to be a peaceful outing turned into a ambush when he found the older Salvatore heading towards him.
"Elijah. My favourite Original, back from the dead. You clean up nice," Damon said referring to the hair cut he had to get. Unfortunately, Elijah was unable to get the orange juice out of his hair in time, causing the juice to dry in a clumpy mess. It was easier for him to just get a haircut rather than trying to clean it all out.
"I suppose I have you to thank for my return?" the Original wondered.
"As much as I would love to say yes, it was Stefan that woke you up,"
"And where is the young Salvatore. From what I understand he took my family," Elijah asked, fixing his cuffs links as he looked over the vampire.
"He's having a personal day. You know, pedicure, facials. Does wonders for the body," Damon quipped.
"Is there something you need, Damon?" he questioned, putting his hands in his pockets.
"I couldn't help but notice that there aren't any other Originals walking around town," he announced nonchalantly, stepping closer to the Original and keeping an eye out for any of Klaus' lackeys. "I'm sure that wasn't your choice."
"Your point?"
"How would you like to get back at Klaus for daggering you?" Damon wondered.
"And what exactly do you propose?"
"I'll start with an easy question. Any idea what kind of Klaus killing weapon could be magically sealed in a mystery coffin?"
"I have a better question, who exactly is Olive and why is she with Klaus?" Elijah countered.
It was surreal that Bonnie was here having tea with her mother. She had dreamed of seeing her mother again since she was a child. She dreamt that her mother had been taken away to protect her and had escaped the clutches of some villain and fought her way back to her. And when she returned she would take her to the park where they would play and make up for lost time. As she got older and it became clearer and clearer that she wasn't coming back, she imagined that she had died. That on the way back from the store she had gotten lost and no one was able to find her.
But here she was. Here was her mother that didn't die, or get lost or find her way back home. No, this Abby Bennett was a mum to someone else. Someone that wasn't her child. She had only been a car ride away this whole time and was playing house. Smiling like everything was normal.
Nothing about this was normal
It was at that moment that Bonnie was glad that she asked Elena to come with her. She knew if she had asked Caroline she would have tried to make the situation better. Break the tension. But that was the last thing she needed right now. She had to focus. She didn't have time to bond and mend fences with her estranged mother. This wasn't going to be the reunion she had fantasised about. This was business.
"You've grown into such a beautiful young woman, Bonnie," Abby comments truthfully.
"Please, just stop with the muffins and compliments. I just wanna know the truth...why didn't you come home?" Bonnie asked the one question that had plagued every waking thought for the past 15 years.
"I had no magic. I was in a new city and I realised I had a chance to be somebody else. To be Abby Wilson, the woman….not Abby Bennett, the witch." No, but she made her daughter Bonnie Bennett, the witch. Without ever telling her the truth. "I'm not proud of what I did, Bonnie. I ran. I know I ran. But you had your dad and your grams, and let's face it, your Grams is way better at this stuff then I am," Abby declared.
"You don't know?" Bonnie looked puzzled at the former witch.
"What?" At Bonnie's depressed look she placed her hand over her mouth. Taking a deep breath she asked, "How?"
"We were doing a rough spell, and we both exhausted ourselves. Her more than me." The young witch started to tear up at the memory. It was still too hard to talk about her Grams.
"Well she raised you right," Abby said through her tears, "I'm sure, she would've been proud of you." She pauses and drinks her tea. "Well, now you know my whole story."
"Yep," Bonnie nodded and played with her mug.
"How about you tell me yours? What brings you to me?" she questioned.
"It was a dream, actually. I thought you were supposed to help us," she admits. "But if you don't have any magic, it's…" she trailed off, not really sure what to say.
"Not spells, no. But...I'm not completely useless," she explained. "I mean, the earth still provides herbs and such. There might be something I can do."
"I don't think so," Bonnie says into her tea, taking a tentative sip of the hot liquid.
"Bonnie. Please. Let me help you," Abby begs.
"I don't think that's such a good idea," she admits. Even though she didn't like Abby right now, she wasn't willing to drag her into the mess that was her life in Mystic Falls.
"Please, Bonnie. I-I want to do this for you," she says desperately, gripping her daughter's hand tightly.
Bonnie looks over her mother's face. She can see a desperate look in her eyes and carefully says "Did Klaus get to you?"
Abby opens her mouth to reply only to have a estranged noise to escape. The young witch looks disappointed at her mother but whips her head around when she hears footsteps.
"Well, clearly you're not as persuasive as you thought," the mysterious stranger observed, coming into the kitchen and taking a seta across from the young Bennett witch.
Bonnie tenses up and removes her hand from Abby. the older witch looks at her daughter shamefully. She readies herself with a spell to send the man away, standing up quickly but suddenly gets very dizzy and has to sit back down in the chair. "What's going on? What did you do to me?" she uttered.
"You'll be fine. But don't try any spells. The tea I used muted your magic," Abby explained, pushing the hair out of her daughter's face.
"What about Elena?" Bonnie asked, looking out the window where she knew the doppelgänger was waiting with Jamie.
"She'll be fine, if you do what your mother says," the hybrid says, sitting in the chair next to Bonnie.
"I need your help. I need you to tell me where the locked coffin is," Abby says.
"Why do you care?"
"Because if you don't, that man compelled Jamie to kill himself," she reveals, tearing up at the thought of the young boy dying.
"I can't. This goes beyond you and me." She shakes her head and closes her eyes, head spinning.
"If you tell us where the coffin is we will spare your friends, but this a one time offer," the hybrid offered.
"Why should I believe you?" she glared
"I have been authorised to make a deal with you on behalf of Olive. Anything you ask for, she will give you, within reason."
"What I want is for you and your freaks to get out of my life," Bonnie said, annoyed. She couldn't get through one meeting with her mother without some hybrid taking over.
"Bonnie, please. I can't lose, Jamie." But you could lose me, Bonnie thought sadly.
"Listen to her Bonnie just tell me where it is and no harm will come to him or your friends," he assured.
Bonnie looks thoughtfully at the hybrid. She could tell him where they were keeping the coffin, she wouldn't have to deal with any of this anymore. Everyone would be safe. Lose the battle but win the war, that's what people say right? But how could she give Klaus that coffin after everything he did. That wasn't justice. He didn't get to win.
Looking down at the table she saw the knife Abby had laid out for her muffin. Before she could talk herself out of it, Bonnie grabbed the knife and thrusted it in the hybrid's eye, making him scream in agony as his blood pooled. He fell off the chair and onto the floor, groaning and clutching his eye.
"Oh my god," Abby yells.
"Come on, we have to leave," Bonnie announced, grabbing her mother's arms and making her escape out the door, not looking back.
Inside, the hybrid slowly sat up on his knees and yanked the knife out of his eye, blood squirting on to the tiled floor. Stumbling on to his feet he headed to the open door and saw Bonnie dragging the doppelgänger into the car and Abby doing the same with the human. As the group makes their escape, the hybrid pulls out his phone from his back pocket and makes a call, grabbing the paper towels on the kitchen counter and pressing it into his injured eye.
"I need to talk to Olive."
At Mystic Falls Hospital Bill was laid out in his bed, feeling worse than he looked. His plan to get Tyler to turn into a werewolf was not without its flaws. It would have been safer if he had come prepared with a weapon of some sort so that he could prevent the hybrid from attacking him. But live and learn.
"You're better," Tyler said surprised entering the hospital room, he was expecting him to be passed out on the bed, not grumbling about the channels on the TV.
"Yea. I shouldn't but I didn't have any say in the matter," Bill grumbled, turning the TV off.
"I didn't mean to hurt you. I lost control. Again," the hybrid admitted.
"I knew the risks when I decided to help you. So….was it worth it? How do you feel?" he questioned.
"Different. A little more myself," the hybrid remarked, stepping closer to his bed.
"Then we'll continue tomorrow," he nodded, already thinking about which gun he should take with him.
"What are you talking about? I turned," Tyler said confused
"Once," Bill emphasised. "To break the sire bond. Turning needs to be painless….and from what I saw today….we're still a long way off."
"I can't put myself through that again," he declared, shaking his head and taking a step back from the hospital bed.
"You will. Because until you're capable of acting on your own free will, I'm not gonna let you anywhere near my daughter," the human forewarned.
Tyler looked thoughtfully at Bill. He would never want to hurt Caroline. He loved her more than anything else in the world. But turning, breaking his bones possibly hundreds of times in a row? Did he have the strength, the willpower to do that? And wouldn't being around Klaus make it difficult for him to break the bond? Was he going to have to leave?
Before he could say anything else, a familiar voice made itself known, causing Tyler to freeze.
"I wouldn't worry about that. He won't be seeing anyone for a while," Klaus stated, entering the room and smiling at the hybrid's unease. Next to Klaus was Olive, who had situated herself on the other side of Bill's hospital bed.
"How did-" Tyler started.
"I've heard about Bill. The man that can resist compulsion. It's impressive. I also heard what he did to his daughter." Olive looks at Bill and shakes her head disapprovingly at him. "When I heard he was back in town it wasn't hard to figure out that you wanted his help to break the sire bond," she explained.
Tyler looked scared between the two. When one of them was in the room he was scared. With both of them, he was ready to shit his pants. He tried to flee and head out the window, but Olive stopped him before he could.
"Stop," she orders.
Tyler freezes.
"How did you do that?" Bill questioned, looking between the pair. The sire bond should only be between Klaus and Tyler. She shouldn't be able to do this.
"Oh, I guess he didn't tell you everything. Klaus told him he has to do everything that I say, so it's like he's sired me too." Tyler looks at the floor shamefully. He didn't want Bill to know. He didn't want to lie but it was embarrassing. It was one thing to be sired to Klaus out of some misplaced gratitude. It was another to be an unwilling whipping boy.
"What's mine is yours, darling," the Original added, pecking her lips which made her smile and caress his face.
"I just want my freedom back." Tyler begs, only to have Klaus give him a cheek grin in response. Enraged, Tyler looks towards Olive and warns, "It won't be long before the other hybrids try to break the sire bond. Being your bitch is a great motivator."
"Tyler, sweetie." the vampire moves around the bed to the frozen hybrid. "You're the only one that is still sire bound." she tsks, shaking her head condescendingly.
"What?" he says shocked.
"We knew that the sire bond was more than likely to occur and an unwilling army would fail before it took its first step. So we got rid of it," Klaus preached.
"But because you're special you don't get to," Olive raises a hand and slaps him twice on the cheek lightly, making him flinch.
"Now, I want you to go back to the mansion and tell Sutton what you tried to do and she will be handling your punishment," Klaus says, opening the door for the hybrid, letting Olive step away from the hybrid. Tyler is hesitant to move and looks towards the man in the bed. "He'll be fine. I have no reason to kill him. Go. Now."
Tyler begrudgingly leaves the room and Olive mockingly waves goodbye to eat Tyler as he looks back one more time at Bill. He shuts the door on the way out.
"What's your plan now? My daughter will be-" Bill starts.
"If you tell Caroline she'll try and storm the house to rescue her boyfriend and find herself on the business end of a stake." Olive moves to stand next to Klaus, pressing her face into his back. "Or you don't tell your daughter and she remains unharmed and blissfully unaware." the Original states.
"I won't tell my daughter that you have Tyler. If you tell me why you are keeping him."
"He needed to be punished." The vampire peaks around Klaus' shoulder and looks at Bill. "The worst thing you can do to a person is take away their control. Which makes it the best punishment," Olive explains.
"Why?" Olive doesn't respond and only smiles at Bill.
"I trust that you understand that if you try to help the young Lockwood again I will be forced to rip out your tongue and feed it to you," Klaus threatens
"You vampires, you've always been so arrogant," he complains, taking a deep breath. "But I wont tell my daughter what you've done."
"You have a good night, Bill," Klaus says, he holds out his hand for Olive to take. She takes it and starts to walk out with Klaus. Before Klaus can open the door she stops and turns around.
"You were attacked, you should be dead, or at least unconscious. You said you didn't have any say so how are you awake?" Olive wondered.
Bill doesn't answer and stares stubbornly ahead, causing Klaus to tsk at the human. "I would answer her mate, or else we'll have to pay your daughter a visit."
"My doctor, Meredith, she uses vampire blood to heal her patients," he says begrudgingly.
"Huh."
Klaus opens the door for the both of them, they leave the hospital holding hands and head home