Kathrine POV

I looked at the chains bored out of my mind as I sat there dangling the bleeding neck of the gardener over his lips. The chains stared back at me as his gray sin was dull and leathery. I felt my boredom only growing as I glared at his shut lids. I watched the way that his eyelids flutter open as his skin began to return to normal. Excitement ate away at me as he groaned muttering in an ungrateful voice. "Get that away from me"

The disgust in his voice is palpable, forcing confusion to eat away at me as I shoved his corpse away from his body letting it drop to the ground in a heavy thump as I looked at Micheal, the only monster that could kill Klaus. "I need food but not that" He lurched forward gripping tightly to my throat, his fangs dipping deep into my body.

Panic screams filled my ears as I glared at him, blinding pain swallowed me as my legs turned to jelly and my body began to turn to grow heavy. I could barely breathe after an hour or so he stopped allowing me to collapse to the ground. A slight moan let out my lips as he spoke in a cold British accent. "What would possess you to try and revive the monster that hunts monsters?" His questioning and cordial voice shocked me as I gave him an arrogant grin.

"Your son Klaus Mikaelson killed my entire family when I ran away from him. I want revenge. He has unleashed his wolf side. If that isn't a kick in the balls then this will really hurt. He has a kid, not an adopted kid but a blood one."

There was a smugness in my voice as I glared at him. There was shock and confusion in his eyes as he glared at me. I could see the rage and hate that bubbled in his stare as he glared at me. I shrugged my shoulders and spoke casually.

"While you were locked away here rotting away, it was your stepson that got the life that he always wanted, a child with a one night stand, and a husband who he loved greatly until a vampire killed him. Now we all live in fear that they might explode. Help us kill him, take everyone that he holds dear he has done it to us as well. Not to mention that he has an army of wolves and hybrids swirling around him. Including his father Ansel. It would seem that you didn't kill him like you thought that he did. Your wife turned him into an original hybrid like Kalus only his wolf side wasn't locked away"

Even as he glared at me my words echoed off the empty tomb as I leered at him as I gripped tightly to my neck blood slick against my fingertips. I could barely breathe but I was sure to get every word out with what little breath that I did have. Taking in the sight of him for a moment longer I could see the rage lighting up his blue gaze as he lifted himself from the coffin.

His body was shaking with hate and murderous energy as he spoke in a low tone one that was cold and menacing. "That beast passed on his tainted genes, and he created more abominations. I will end that boy and I am the only one with the means to do it." Slowly his hand slipped into his jacket pocket until his fingers curled around a white ash stake.

He spoke in a cold tone. "It is the only weapon that can kill the original and I have the only one left in the world it is a one time use. But that is all I'm going to need. Now, where is my grandson?"

His tone was taunting and cold as this devious twinked formed in his bright blue eyes, the sight of that twisted amusement that formed on his face forced shudder down my spine. For a slight moment, I felt pity for Tyler.

But his father would get everything that he deserved and more, he thought that he knew suffering when he lost his husband but now he would lose his son. "Mystic fall but you won't find Klaus we sent him on a little errand me and my boys. He thinks that you are in London which means that the sweet baby Mikaelson is all alone."

My own tone grew light with taunting with levity as I took in a long heavy breath. It took everything that I had not to burst out into a fit of taunting giggles. Mikeal snarled at the thought of Tyler calling himself a Mikelson. This is going to be fun.

Klaus POV

The pub swirled around me as I leaned against the barstool there was boredom filling the air as I hunched over a golden point in my hands as the roar of the people filled my ears. It had to be 3 am in Mystic Falls right about now, a tired yawn left my lips as I looked at Derek, the newest of my hybrids. But a long time friend and ally.

Mason sat in the far corner watching the entrance as Derek sat to my right. He has thick black hair and light gray eyes were almost a white color. He looked to be lost in thought as his fingers trailed aimlessly around the rim of the glass.

He had high cheekbones and pale skin, he was a wolf that I met when I was in Ireland long before Ty was born. Having him at my side helped to put me at ease, he was from Hale, one of the seven bloodlines that can only be found in Ireland.

For a moment I felt bored out of my mind as I looked at the leather jacket that rested on his book as a loose-fitting red v-neck stared back at me. Taking in a long heavy breath I felt my chest expand as I leaned forward. The soft ringing of the bell to the front hall filled my ears. I looked to find my father. There was a calm look in his deep blue eyes as his copper skin glowed in the morning light.

He was wearing a white button-down shirt with a black slick tie and a pair of black leather loafers he looked good when he cleaned up. He had a black bag hanging over his shoulder as he tossed it to me with a cold look in his eyes as he spoke in a low tone.

"You're about to meet a five-star general so you can not go looking like that. Get changed will you" Father's voice was commanding and warm as he glared at him, fury blooming in his eyes as if to tell me that if you didn't do as you were told that I would shame you in front of your pack.

Sighing heavily I nodded my head and gripped to a thick black canvas bag that had a fine silk suit hidden amongst it. Instantly I knew it, it was one of the fine silk suits that Maddox got for me for our 14 anniversary. I could see the deep royal blue ties that stared back at me as I glared at the suit only for a moment. Taking one look at the suit I felt a sense of grief blooming in my chest and finally, I walked off into the bathroom.

It didn't take us long before we started to make our way into a massive meeting room where a golden round table stared back at me. I'm sure that you're thinking what are we doing talking to a five star general well there is a good reason for it. He is one of the original bloodlines of wolves and not to mention that he was pretty old. The original bloodlines enjoyed enhanced strength and longevity seeing as how we are some of the first wolves ever in existence.

Plus while I might be a legend amongst the bloodline my father is the most notable and he had a lot of contacts from the old blood. Though it's not like I'm going to tell my father that this is only possible because of him, that would wound my pride more than I could bear. Taking in a long heavy breath I dropped down into the head seat. The smooth leather felt heavy against my heating skin. My father sat to the right of me leaning back into his own chair as he gave me a pining stare speaking in a cool tone.

"Let's get one thing straight Niklaus you might be the alpha to your own hybrid pack but you are my pup and I'm the clan leader which means that I'm doing all the talking that is understood. One clan leader to the other there is no whining, seen not heard. The only thing that wolves hate more than vampires are original vampires." His making words forced a snare to pull at my lips as I glared at him. Who was he to command me? Outrage bubbled in my mind as I took in the rigid form of my father.

I knew what would happen if I tried to question him so instead, I took in the sight of the room, the high mighty wall and the picture of past generals and prime ministers. "Yes, father" I pouted gently in my seat letting my right-hand fall to the table racking my fingers against the table as we sat in silence for a few moments. The soft ringing of my father's phone ripped me from my scattered thoughts as I turned back to see my father growling as he hit the bright green answer button as he glared at me.

"Yes, Aj" His questioning voice forced me to frown. I hated that little shit in the two weeks that I spent on the compound. He and I didn't have any improvement in our relationship in fact I think that it might have gotten worse. He harassed my pup the whole time that we were there, he went to reservation school and as such had ample time to mess with my kid.

He thought that Tyler gave up his pride in being a pureblooded wolf to be half breed trash. The thought of him forces my lips to curl over my lips as fury filled my chest he had some fucking nerve to think that he was better than my baby. We are the next step in evolution; he is just some nobody.

"I just ran into my nephew. He was draining some poor girl in an empty part of the school. If it wasn't for the vampire and the doppelganger then that girl would be dead. The little brat had the nerve to say that our pack isn't worth his time." My son would never say any of those things.

"He's lying father he would never do that '' A snarl left my lips as I glared at him outrageously this is bullshit, father glared at me for a chilling moment he glared at me his eyes turning into the searing red eyes of an original alpha.

A shudder rushed down my spine as hate flared in my chest. This little shit is going to get me and my son in trouble. I was going to kill him for this. I might have lost my shit if not for the fact that the front door opened as I watched a lean man with an athletic build stared back at me.

He wore a gray camo that I knew from the British special forces. He had bright amber eyes that are locked on me with a long face and sandy brown buzz cut. He had a sharp masculine nose and a cunning red lip smile. "I have to go, Aj, be good for your mother. I'll be home by tomorrow."

There was commanding air to his matter of fact tone which made me want to sneer but I kept my face impassive as I rose as did my father as he spoke in a warm voice as he shoved his phone in his pocket.

"General Stonebridge or is it alpha Andy, which one do you prefer?" Father's voice was brimming with warmth. But the man in front of me didn't look a day over 35. I knew that he had to be twice that due to his longevity.

"Andy is fine, we have known each other for a hundred years it is the least that I could do, but I have to tell you that bringing your pup is not good for business." I began to burn with anger, I was not a pup. I glared coldly at him.

"I have at least 900 years on you mate, I'm not a pup." My voice was cold and pointed as he grinned at me. His cocky grin didn't leave his lips as he spoke in a cunning and almost amused voice. "Anyone that isn't a clan leader of one of the seven original packs is a pup to me, I have 3,000 years of knowledge in my brain, how about you?"

I knew that he was trying to provoke me if it was any other person that I would snarl and snap his neck but I knew that my father would have my hide if I spoke even a single word about my less than stellar behavior.

Instead, I let out a heavy sigh as I glared coldly at him. Dropping heavily into my chair I kept my mouth shut as I glared at the man. Stonebridge gave his father a warm stare before speaking in a cool tone. "I'm sorry to waste your time Ansel but Mikeal isn't here my witches put him somewhere in the United States, whoever told you that he was here was wrong."

Fear and outrage bloomed in my chest about what a wasted trip I should've just stayed home and ignored it now I would have to deal with all of this shit later. For now, I had to head home. I had a son that I needed to talk to and I couldn't do that here. Unless there was something else that was going on, why would anyone tell me that Mikael was here when he wasn't unless…. Unless this is all just a trap to separate me from Ty.