Kol Pov

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"Davina Claire, I've been looking everywhere for you," I said, relieved seeing my girlfriends back to me.

Davina turned around with a surprised expression on her face.

"How did you find me?" She asked as I hugged her tightly. In our relationship, I was often called the clingy one. Everyone seemed to find this funny, given my past and all. I wasn't acting though, not with her. I was 75% genuine, the rest of the 25% was for lines and jokes, of course. I couldn't be completely serious all the time, but for her, I would try.

"I told you I'd follow you anywhere."

"You don't know how much I needed to hear that."

"Happy to help, darling. Whatever you need, I shall provide."

She sighed, "I'm sorry, Kol, I am just really stressed out about Luna. I want Genevieve dead. She did this, and she is going to get a way with it."

"It's alright love, I am sure everyone feels the same way about Genevieve. Don't doubt the searching abilities of the Mikealsons, we all want her dead. But as for Luna, I'm stressed about her too. It seems as though she can't go through a week without getting hurt or knocked out, or fainting, bless her soul."

Davina chuckled, and I smiled. I noticed that something was wrong. She had closed her eyes as if in a trance, and she almost fell to the ground, but I caught her limp body before it hit the ground.

I looked around looking for a witch because I recognized that spell. I looked around the crowded streets and saw red hair.

"You," I growled, pissed that Genevieve had hurt Davina.

No one hurts my girl and gets away with it.

"Well, someone had to shut her up. I was hoping for a challenge or a fight like Luna is putting up right now, but I guess she is too weak. I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to rip this snake of a woman apart piece by piece.

I resisted with difficulty. Davina would be defenseless, and Nik might kill me for killing Genevieve. I wouldn't blame him.

"I guess you two can come to join me at my place." I scoffed, she was either joking or she had lost her mind.

"You can't be bloody serious." Genevieve laughed coldly and moved her wrist.

She had snapped my neck, and I saw nothing but darkness.

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Luna Pov

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I winced, touching my stomach. I opened my eyes to find everything blurry. Everything was too bright. So I didn't keep them open for long.

The burning pain (comparable to fire) of wolfsbane made its presence known when I took a deep breath. I wasn't dying that was for sure. This pain was familiar to me. Sickeningly familiar, to the point where I thought I would be immune to it by now because of the number of times it had been used against me in various ways. The amount of it in my system was low compared to how much the witches used to inject inside me, dunk my head in a tub of it, force it down my throat, sprinkle it on my wounds, force me to breathe the vapor of it while wearing a mask. I spent days coughing up blood until I healed.

My ears were still ringing, and I could see people surround me that I didn't recognize. A feeling of panic started to tighten my chest. The pain I could handle, but possible enemies on top of that would be a little much. Given my current state, I don't think I would be able to handle fighting them.

Feeling claustrophobic, I looked down to see that there was a piece of metal buried in my stomach. It wasn't sticking out of my flesh but embedded. I could feel other pieces of shrapnel too, in my legs. I tried not to move too much. Moving only brought me discomfort, given there being shrapnel in my body. There wasn't much blood. This bomb had been made to kill. I quickly started to realize that as I looked around me to see other pieces of shrapnel.

It didn't look like anyone had been hit, but me. Good. That was my intent.

It wasn't completely unbearable like everyone was making it seem. Some had their hands over their mouths, some had their hands on their chest, some had wide eyes, and they were all looking at me with sympathy. Even the ones who disliked me.

Because of my time with the witches, I had a high-level pain tolerance. That was the only good thing that came out of surviving in those caves.

It was like there was liquid fire in my veins, and every breath was like needles under my skin. This was exactly what wolves-bane felt like when it got into your system and in your veins. On a scale of one to ten, I would rate it 1.5.

I saw Hayley come over, but she disappeared again, looking frantic.

Jackson appeared next to me and said something I couldn't understand. The ringing in my ears, making to hear things impossible. I put my hands over my ears, covering them. The ringing just wouldn't stop.

I curled up in a ball, and that relieved some of the pressure from my ears. The shrapnel had started to tear further into my flesh given my uncareful and uncautious, sudden movements.

Voices. My name.

My hearing was coming back, slowly, but surely the ringing disappeared. Now there was just a dull ache.

The ground wasn't beneath me anymore, arms were. I opened my eyes fighting back sleep once I saw it was him. My savior, my knight in shining armor, my hero...

"It's alright, I've got you, love."

"Klaus, I-"

"Shhhh, love, don't talk now, you'll strain yourself."

I was safe now, and I knew he wouldn't let anyone or anything hurt me.

If they tried he would kill them without hesitation.

That's what he had said to me a month after knowing me.

Time really did fly by.

...

I could feel the hot tears run down my face. We were at the compound, but I didn't care about that. Everything with Stefan and Genevieve, being poisoned, talking to my dead mother, nearly being blown up had taken a toll on my emotions. I didn't even try to stop them, the tears, I don't even think I could. Klaus was here. I was in his arms. I had cried in front of him so much before it felt as natural as breathing to just break down.

It wasn't long before I was sobbing into his chest. Klaus would usually say words of comfort, instead, he just held me. I don't think he knew what to say. I know I didn't.

"Luna, I am sorry-"

"Klaus, it was not your fault. I put myself in that situation to save my sister. You would have done the same thing for Elijah, Rebekah, even me. I'm willing to do what I have to do to protect the ones I care about from harm, even if that means putting myself in harm's way."

"I should have known about Genevieve."

"You couldn't have."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Thank you for offering, but I would rather leave that in the past. I wish I could forget it. I wish you could compel me."

Klaus put me down on a bed, I looked around and saw that I was in his room. I winced, I had moved my neck too fast, that hadn't been the best idea.

"I wouldn't even if I could. There are things I would want you to remember."

I smiled weakly, only Klaus could make me smile at a time like this.

"Our dance," I muttered, remembering how we danced around in my room.

"Yes, and I precisely remember you, telling me that you hated dancing," he said, moving some of my hair back and away from my face.

"I don't hate it when I'm with you."

"It was an honor."

"Can't wait to do it again sometime," I mumbled under my breath, slurring slightly because of the sudden surges of fatigue. I was sure he had heard me.

"Next time, you won't have to worry about finding another date."

"That is if you would want to go with me," Klaus continued, and my eyes fluttered closed before I replied.

"I'll always want to go with you, Klaus."

He leaned down and stuck his forehead against mine.

"I know your tired love, but you have to stay awake from me so I can fix you."

"Where are you going?" I asked, not bothering to hide my distress.

"To go get everyone. We need to decide on a couple of things."

A few minutes passed, and he came back with Hayley, Elijah, Rebekah, Damon, and Stefan.

I tensed the events of what happened replaying, in my mind. I unintentionally flinched. I had a perfect memory recall.

"Why can't we give her our blood?" Asked Stefan. He seemed different. I noticed that he wasn't looking right at me, and he looked uncomfortable.

I was almost 85% sure that Genevieve was no longer controlling him, but the fact that Klaus had come over made me feel immensely better.

There was a considerable amount of silence before Hayley stepped forward.

"Vampire blood will heal her, but the pieces of shrapnel which are coated in wolfsbane will only stay embedded. And that will only hurt her more. The pieces will have to be carefully taken out, and then she can be given vampire blood."

Hayley sat down on the bed and looked at me sympathetically. Her hand on my shoulder. With effort, I reached up and put my hand on hers.

"Perhaps only one of us shall be in here to remove the shrapnel, but who is going to do it," stated Elijah, and I gave him a grateful look.

The last thing I wanted/needed was for everyone to watch me while I withered in pain.

...

Hayley handed me a glass of water, and I drunk it down like it was nothing but air. She continued to refill it, telling me to drink, and I did without questions or complaints. I downed at least four cups of water before I said, "Yes, I love that idea." Effective ly breaking the silence that had settled in the room.

Elijah had suggested that Klaus be the one to take the shrapnel out.

Rebekah sent a smirk my way, and I smirked weakly back.

"I don't trust myself," Klaus mumbled, and I frowned.

"Well, too bad, you are the only person in the world that can help me right now. It's either you or no one."

Hayley glared at me, but I stood by what I said. She knew that. I think it's why she didn't say anything.

Everyone started to clear out of the room. I was relieved to see Stefan be the one to leave first.

It wasn't his fault, but I couldn't help it.

"I trust you."

He nodded at my words, still looking un-easy. He went out of his room and came back a few seconds later with a pair of tweezers and a towel, along with some other things.

"Alright, let's get going, shall we."

I nodded and tried to take deep breaths and slow down my heartbeat, which was pounding away in my chest.

"I am going to have to cut off your shirt. I hope you don't mind." I shrugged, wincing as I did. "I don't Klaus, just do what you need to do."

It took a little while, but I know he was trying to take his time and not hurt me. I was now only in my bra and my jeans. I could feel myself blush as I realized how awkward this might be. Not because I was uncomfortable, but he might think I was weird thinking of him seeing me like this.

There was some shrapnel in my legs, but they didn't hurt as much as my stomach.

My jeans also had to come off.

He was gentle, of course, but it felt like my whole body was burning up, and it wasn't all because of the wolves-bane.

Here I lay, on his bed, practically bare before him, shrapnel in my stomach and legs, and I was still worried about what he would think about seeing me like this.

Closing my eyes seemed like my best bet.

Klaus decided that he would start at my legs and work his way up to my stomach.

It hurt more coming out than it did going in. After the shrapnel was pulled it left a relieving feeling, but there was now a hole in my flesh. I could feel my healing working, slowly knitting the skin back together. There wouldn't even be a scar.

That was the thing. After everything the witches did to me, I didn't have a single scar. I viewed my scars on the inside of me rather than the outside. Because they really did scar me, emotionally and mentally.

My face contorted in pain as he pulled a rather difficult piece out. It seemed like that one didn't want to leave.

Klaus must have seen this because he suddenly stopped. He was peering up at me with a worried expression on his face. I took a deep breath, "Hey, you are doing great, it just hurts a little, but the sooner you can get this shrapnel out of me the sooner I can drink your blood and heal. Trust me, this is nothing."

Klaus didn't say anything and went back to work on my legs.

After he had removed all of the shrapnel from my leg I was hot, sweaty, shaky, and sore. He was being as careful as he could, I didn't blame him. I blamed myself for putting myself in that situation. Klaus didn't have the tweezers anymore. The piece of shrapnel in my stomach was too big to use the tweezers. So Klaus had to use a small knife, and his hands, and I could tell that he wasn't very comfortable with it.

I did my best to assure him that everything was going to be okay.

"If I yell, don't stop, just pull it out, and everything will be okay. We are almost done." Klaus looked down at me worriedly. I nodded at him.

After making an incision in my, stomach he put his hands inside. I could feel his hand wrap around the metal, and I bit my lip this was going to hurt. And then he did it, he pulled it straight out.

I screamed, shortly because Klaus put his hand on the wound trying to stop the blood flow. He bit into his wrist, "Here drink."

I did and felt my body start to cool down. I could feel the holes, the cuts in my body close up faster than before. The trace of what had gone down at the bayou would be completely gone and healed by morning. I coughed, noticing no soreness, my lungs had cleared up too. Vampire blood, Klaus' blood had amazing healing properties.

His blood left a warm glow, even after his blood had healed me. I felt strange, but un-like last night it was different. I liked it.

He had a sad, sullen expression on his face. I dropped his wrist and sat up, instantly concerned.

"What's wrong?" He didn't turn around to look at me.

I looked to see that he was holding out a robe. I put it on and then sat next to him. He was still turned away from me.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, and he turned to me finally.

There was anguish in his eyes. Uh oh.

"I hurt you."

Klaus got up to leave, but I got in front of him, wrapping my arms around him, stopping him.

"Don't leave me," Klaus sighed, annoyed not by me but by himself. He got this way sometimes, usually whenever something went wrong. I knew that look on his face, I knew that look in his eyes, he was blaming himself.

I took his face in my hands. "Klaus, you didn't hurt me. This wasn't your fault. I put myself in harm's way to save my pack and my sister and my niece. You just saved me from a lot of pain. And you are just going to walk away because you think you hurt me? You did not put those bruises on my body, Genevieve made Stefan do it."

Klaus said nothing, so I continued. The thing with Stefan and Genevieve was bothering him just as much as it was bothering me. I wanted things to go back to the way there were. Where I had never met Stefan and Klaus, and I could talk like we normally did. Everything was changing, and I didn't appreciate it or like it.

"If you really want to know how you hurt me, just be around Genevieve, keep calling yourself something your not, and blame yourself because you weren't able to save me. That is how you hurt me."

I then walked off, leaving him alone, but I just couldn't cope with anything right now.

And I most certainly didn't want to lose it in front of him.

I needed to talk to someone, someone like my sister. I walked into my room to find Rebekah sitting on my bed. Rebekah smiled at me, but I didn't return it.

I instead started crying, and she opened her arms, and I went into them. Everything just hit me all at once.

Stefan hurting me, Genevieve spending time with Klaus touching and kissing him, taking him from me. I wanted to be the one to be kissed by him, it was unrealistic, but I couldn't help but desire it. Seeing my dead mother, who I didn't know I missed until now.

My feelings about Klaus were deep and complex, if I thought too hard about it my head would start to hurt.

I couldn't understand it...why did feelings hurt more than any form of torture ever could...

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Hayley Pov

...

I smiled, sitting in the rocking chair in Hope's future room. Klaus had just come in looking like he was in pain which was rare, especially when he was around Luna. He teased me playfully about the "love letter" I was writing. I could tell something was wrong.

His heart wasn't in it.

I frowned, realizing that there might be a chance that I wouldn't get a chance to see my baby girl grown up and fall in love.

Should anything go wrong.

I had to think of a way to tell Luna to stop trying to get herself killed for me. There was no point in both of us ending up dead.

I can take care of myself. I was grateful, of course, but I could never forgive myself if she died for me. I wasn't worth her life. I placed my hands on the sides of my stomach and told myself that everything was going to be alright, and we were all going to live happily ever after...

I needed to stop worrying about those what if's...