Authors note

Hey, guys, there was no cree so I use Samoan instead its the closest thing that I could find

tama tama; grandson

itiiti le luko: little wolf

Klaus POV

I could barely breathe as I pulled at my black tie "Niklaus stop fidgeting with your tie" I growled lowly under my breath as the commanding tone of my father grated against my ears. Tyler gripped tightly onto my arm as he looked over me. Gentle brown eyes watering and ready to cry at any moment. Taking in a long heavy breath my chest began to expand as the silk suit clung tightly to my body.

The loud roar of the grill filled my ears as I looked to see vibrant colors and people rushing about taking in a calming breath I dropped at the booth. My father sat across from me his deep blue eyes were sparkling with sadness, as I sulked a little further back into the seat. Tyler sulked in the seat beside me.

He rested his head contently on my shoulder letting out a tired yawn, while his right hand gripped tightly to my arms pulling me close to him. This was the longest that he had been awake since Maddox died.

The thought of him, even speaking his name, broke me in a way that I didn't know was possible. Then there was his family, Mia was a powerful witch she came from the burial spoke with Tyler and then after a few kind words to me she told me the truth. That soon Micheal will be coming for us and I knew that wasn't what I wanted to hear not now. Not without Maddox at my side.

"What can I get you, folks?" I looked up absently to see Matt, his shimmering gold hair stared back at me as Tyler looked away, not stand the sight of the man before him. His ocean blue eyes were locked on him. His athletic build stared back at me in his tight gray shirt with the words Grill resting on his chest. His blue jeans and cool polite smile almost seemed to be taunting me. "A bottle of bourbon and a new waiter"

My words were cold and menacing as I glared at him with rage turning my stare cold and jaded as a rumbling growl built in my chest. I knew that my eyes flashed flashing gold as I looked over to the boy that helped to make my son's life hell. He was friends with the very person that killed my husband now where is he. Dead buried in the ground beside the rest of his ancestors and this little shit gets it to keep on living.

"Niklaus mind your manners, I'm sorry for my son's behavior. He needs coffee not bourbon" I snarled lowly at my father. He wasn't going to tell me what to do not today. His deep blue eyes were locked on me. They almost looked to be turning black but he stayed there rigid and silent as I spoke in an old tone.

"Bring me a bottle of bourbon and three shot glasses or I'm going to kill everyone you have ever loved like your little friend Damon tried to do to me" My tone was low and murderous. I gave him a golden eyes stare. He rushed off happily but the yearning gaze of my father ruined my mood even more.

"Tyler is a good pup and please go get my phone out of the car please" Father's loving voice and gentle blue eyes locked on Ty. The very thought of having to leave my side terrified him as he gripped just a little bit tighter to my arm, but his gentle brown eyes turned just a bit back to normal as he nodded his head. Marching off to follow his grandfather and alphas orders.

"Niklaus that boy had no part in Maddox's murder I know you miss him and I know that you are in pain but getting sloshed isn't going to help you. You are of the Atsila clan that comes with expectations and you losing your temper every five seconds is not one of those expectations. You're still my child and I will punish you the same way that you punish Tyler. Now we will take one shot and that is it. Is that understood?"

Taking in a deep breath I felt my chest begin to expand and then my shoulders slumped as I sulked a little bit more leaning forward interlacing my finger as I rested my head on my fingers as I glared at him. His narrowed stare burrowed into my forcing a shudder or rush down my spine as I looked at his strong jaw and the pulsing vein of hatred on the right side of his neck. "Fine father" I resisted the urge to pout as a large glass bottle of bourbon stared back at me taking in a long heavy breath I could hear the soft ringing of the bell to the front door as Tyler stalked in.

He wore a black suit jacket with a deep royal blue tie, his black hair glimmering in the soft buzzing fluorescent lights as he took in a long heavy breath. Dropping into the seat next to me he spoke as if Matt wasn't at his side.

"Grandpa I couldn't find your phone, maybe you left it at the graveyard with..." His voice caught off. I knew he wanted to say papa but he wasn't alive anymore. It was something that we all needed to deal with.

"Sorry tama tama I had it in my pocket the whole time one shot then no more" His tone was loving and grandfatherly as he pushed one of the clear shot glasses in front of him. Father's copper skin glimmering with sweat as Matt places the bottle on the table before making his way back to another bar in the hopes of getting away from us.

"To Maddox," Father poured three shots as the golden brown liquid stared back at me. My throat was parched and hungry filled my chest. I looked down at the glass as my throat grew more patchy with each passing moment. I wanted to drink more bourbon. My mouth aches with the process of drying out. The burning liquid dripped down my throat as I looked at Tyler. He looked ready to curl up into a small ball and cry.

Taking one last look at the empty glass I noticed the rest of the people in the room, a golden hair girl stared back at me. Her bright blue eyes were locked on Tyler who looked like he was going to disappear in a moment's notice. Pain and pity flooded my chest as I laid my arm against the back of the booth. Running a gentle hand along the back of his neck. Tenderly running my fingers against his scalp forcing a light yawn of relief to leave his lips. "itiiti le luko there is a girl watching you, why?"

Again cree rolled from his lips as he glared at his little wolf, there was a warmth in his eyes that forced Ty to frown heavily. "Ex-girlfriend who didn't want to date me because of dad. I don't want to talk about it." His tone was low and scared as he burrowed further into my side resting his head on my shoulder once more.

Taking in a long heavy I glared at the person beside her. The doe-eyed bitch that forced snarls to leave my lips as I glared at her, her high cheekbones and shining dimples. I knew what she wanted even if she didn't say the words aloud and she would never get them.

Caroline started to make her way over to me. Darkness settled in my eyes as she walked over to us without fear. A warm smile pulled at her lips as she cocked her head to the side her golden curls spilled off to the side. When she spoke she did so in a warm gentle tone, one that forced hate to flood my heart. "Tyler can we talk?" Even as she spoke I felt fury, unlike anything that I had known white-hot and surging through my blood.

"Niklaus what did we just talk about?" I looked over to my father's power flooding my senses as I'm sure my eyes were glowing which I'm sure was more unbecoming than that of allowing my 15-year-old son to drink. "Wolf royalty blah blah blaah, go on Tyler if that is what you want but you can tell your little doppelganger bitch that Damon will die nothing is going to change that."

Tyler seemed to only grip his arms as his eyes grew misty and fear bubbled in his chest as I took in the sight of my father pinning blue skin. After a long moment, Tyler uncurled his fist from my arm and made his way out the boot with Caroline at his side. She glanced back at me only for a moment before waking Tyler out the grill so that they will have some privacy. "You should be lucky that I'm not putting you over my knee right now"

I looked at my father, my neck grew stiff and my tongue grew heavy in my mouth. If I wasn't forced to be in this town with the people that killed my husband then I was going to bloody damn well drink. I gripped tightly to the bottle, pouring myself for another shot as I spoke in a low tone.

"' I'm going to get sloshed, my husband is dead and your right drinking won't bring him back but it will make me feel better. Then we are going to go home where I'm sure you are going to let me sleep off this booze and then you will drive me and Tyler back to the compound were at that point you are going to put me over your knee in your office and I'm going to beg you to stop. But in between now and then I'm going to down this bottle. That sound good to you?"

My questioning tone seemed to rub my father the wrong way as he frowned at me and annoyance flooded my eyes as I glared hatefully at the girl that was starting to rise from the corner table. The loud roar of people filled my ears as I gulped the brown liquid and slipped down my throat with a smooth burn. I happily guzzled the bourbon as she came this way.

I knew that this wasn't going to end well and I just wanted to kill her. I didn't care about the hybrids anymore. I would kill her just to make a point. I looked at the steak knife that rested on the table. The bright red handle stared back at me. Gripping tightly to the blade I hid it in the silk black sleeves as she stalked over to us. I'm sure that this will be good.

Elana POV

I was shocked to see Klaus, his bright blue eyes flashing gold with annoyance as he leaned back into the chair chugging a bottle of bourbon rested firmly in his grasp. The man in front of him has deep copper skin with sandy brown hair and bright blue eyes that locked on me like the moment that he saw me. His eyes widened with doubt as to if he knew me but when he spoke I thought that he was going to say Kathrine but instead another name came out.

"Tatia?" There was shock and dismay in his voice as Klaus rolled his eyes hatred bubbling in them as I stared at them in utter confusion.

"Father she isn't Tatia she is a descendent of the Petrova line and the backstabbing bitch that caused Maddox's death. It was after all her boyfriend that killed him" The bitter pain filling his tone made me think that he wasn't the same crazed monster that I knew. He seemed less imposing broken even. The man that had to be Klaus' father smiled warmly at me. He seemed like a kind man. I don't know how he could have a son that is such a monster.

"I'm sorry that the last Paterova I saw was nearly a thousand years ago, it's nice to meet you dear" His tone was gentle as he flashed a dangerous state to his son as I smiled sweetly at him. Doing my best to charm him even if he didn't believe me. I knew that it was my best shot to save Damon and I would do anything that I needed to make sure that he comes out of this alive. "My name is Elena and I came here to ask for your help. You see Damon was bitten by Klaus and I hear that your blood is the only way for a vampire to heal from a werewolf bite."

I made sure that my tone was warm and gentle as I flashed my big brown eyes in the hopes of seeing a change in Klaus but not one for the better. The fear and rage that bubbled in his eyes as he looked ready to kill me forced me to still. But his father paid me no mind as he spoke calmly and warmly,

"Please dear come here sit I'm sure that we can fix whatever is wrong isn't that right Niklaus?" I gave him a warm gentle smile at him as I took a seat across from Klaus. The man was bubbling with warmth but not Klaus.

In the flash of a moment, there was blinding pain shooting through my body, Klaus right arm blocked the sight of the table while his left gripped tightly to a red streak knife that slammed deep into my hand. Blood pooled around the table as I watched Klaus. His father let out a rumbling growl but he made no move to stop his son. There was a tension that settled in the air.

"Your boyfriend killed my husband and I have to be the one to save him. You're lucky that I didn't kill you all. Tyler is the reason that you are breathing once more. I should by all accounts kill you. I don't care about hybrids if it means that I have to let you live." Hate bloomed in his stare as he wiggled the knife forcing me to cry out in pain but the roar of the Grill made it impossible to hear my strange cries.

White-hot pain surged through my hand and up my arms as I felt my lungs burning with a need for oxygen. "Niklaus enough Tyler asked you for no more blood what are you doing right now? What will you be doing if that boy dies?"

His tone was outrage and low. It wasn't pleading like I might have thought with one that is speaking to Klaus. Hatred built in his stare as he glared at his son. Staring at Niklaus I could see a confident air about him that didn't change.

Taking in a few deep breaths, I tried to work through the pain as my skin grew calmly and my mind grew light. My eyelids were heavy and I knew that at any moment that I would pass out from blood loss. White-hot tendrils of pain shot through my arms, Klaus didn't look like he was going to give way to logic until the doors opened.

In a flash of an eye, I was staring at Tyler. He was by my side as he gripped tightly to the knife. Letting his tan skin cover his father's creamy white skin as his eyes flashed gold. "Dad you promised"

His voice isn't whiny or pleading it was cold and hurt as he glared at his father with a narrowed stare locked on him. Klaus' father Ansel I think, leaned back in the chair as if to say that he didn't need to tell Klaus what to do. That he was going to cave whether he said something or not. Was he that confident in the devotion that Klaus holds for his son? I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes as I took in a long heavy breath. My mind began to clear as the growing shaper at Caroline stood at my back.

Her ruby red lips curled over her teeth as black veins began to form under her eyelids, I knew what she was horrified to see what happened to my hand but I was more focused on the father and son battle of wills that seemed to be going on.

After a few chilling moments, Klaus relented and with a sharp hiss, he pulled the blade out of my hand. A sharp gasp left my lips as I gave him a pinning star he scoffed at me. Nothing needed to be said. I knew that Tyler won this argument.

Pulling his wrist to his mouth I watched his eyes glow gold as his teeth bit deep into the tender white skin that rested below his silk shirt. Hope fluttered in my chest only for a moment as I watched his wrist move to hover over a shot glass.

The soft dripping of crimson blood stared back at me as I let out a relieved moan. Pulling my hand close to my chest he passed the glass over to me. Golden eyes forced fear to fill my chest as he spoke in a menacing tone.

"I don't care what my son wants or want your blood can do for my family, come near my son again and I killed everyone in this town. I'll make sure that this town is washed in a tidal wave of blood. Ty move I'm going to get another bottle and not a word father I will not be lectured. I'm not splitting this girl's throat that should be good enough for you."

Venom pooled in his words and his voice dripped with disdain as he glared at his father only for a moment before walking off. Relief filled my chest but I didn't like where any of this was going. We would never be safe as long as he lives, which means that we need to kill Klaus.