Chapter 47

Flashback

Poland, 1050

Rebekah cringed at the squeak of the door as she snuck into their family home. It was nearly four in the morning and she was supposed to be in bed fast asleep, at least that's where her brothers last saw her before she snuck out in the dead of night to meet John Francis. She'd never regretted sneaking to meet a man so much in her life. The man was a lout and had absolutely nothing of substance to talk about. She could only manage to spend a few minutes in his company before she made up an excuse to leave.

Still, she was happy to see the lights still out all through the house and crept quietly back up to her bedroom, hoping to slip back into bed before anyone was the wiser. Once in her room, hidden behind her privacy screen and she stripped down to her undergarments. She let out a heavy sigh of relief as she removed her corset, finally able to breathe freely and comfortably, hating herslf for ever putting it on to try to impress such a boring man.

Stepping from around the privacy screen, however, she felt he breath get trapped in her chest. Elijah sat atop her bed, waiting patiently for his sister.

"Elijah," she exclaimed crossing her arms over her chest trying to keep her modesty. "Wh-what are you doing in here?"

Elijah smirked, entertained by her attempt to feign innocence. "Waiting for you, little sister." He stood and took slow steps towards her, asking, "Where could you have possibly gone this late at night?"

Realizing she'd been caught, Rebekah muttered, "I...was out..taking a stroll. We are creatures of the night after all."

"Don't play coy with me," Elijah bit. "We haven't walked the night since we escaped Mikael. Where did you go?"

Rebekah stayed silent.

"Were you out meeting that Francis fellow?"

Rebekah's pale face turned flush at finding out Elijah knew about her secret friend. Her brothers never approved of the men she courted, especially Niklaus. Elijah had a particular problem when they turned out to be less than honorable.

"That man is a drunkard," Elijah bit. "Did you know he is often seen at night propositioning the local whores? What will the town think of my sister to be out with such a man in the middle of the night?"

Shame rose in Rebekah. She knew it was wrong to leave to meet a man in the dead of night but she had no choice. Her brothers would've demanded to escort her to see him if she left in the day and none of them would have approved of the man. As she thought back to his ever roaming hands, she realized why.

"I'm sorry, Elijah," she muttered. It won't happen again."

Suddenly, Elijah vamped to her side, gripping her elbow in his hand. "I will see that it doesn't."

Rebekah was too shocked by Elijah guiding her over to the bed to put up a fight. She was sure she knew what was about to happen, she'd witness it happen to Kol several times, but never to her. It wasn't until she was flipped over Elijah's lap that she was certain that it was really happening to her.

As Elijah brought his heavy hand down over Rebekah's blousy bloomers, she squeaked, and as he brought it down a second time, she screamed.

"Elijah! What are you doing?"

Elijah smacked her behind until he could feel the heat rising in his hand. "What does it feel like I'm doing," he answered. "I will not have my sister trolloping about the night with men of ill-repute! Most girls of your stature learn this lesson at a much younger age but I believe it's never too late."

Elijah lifted his knee so the undercurve of Rebekah's behind became his target and he rained down a hailstorm of burning smacks to her sensitive spot. Rebekah covered her mouth with her arms, trying to silence her most unlady-like screams.

Elijah didn't finish until he could see the red glow of Rebekah's bottom through her thin underwear. Sitting her up, he felt his heart give at the sight of his sister's puffy eyes and tear streaked cheeks. He pulled her into his arms, whispering soft hushes against her hair.

"It-it's not fair," Rebekah muttered. "K-Kol gets to go wherever he wants, with whomever he wants, whenever he wants but I-I can't even visit one little friend."

"Kol has his own rules, sister. As much as I wish things were different for us, we must follow the conduct of the nobility of this land lest we draw Mikael's attention to us. Stories of a young noblewoman flouncing about the city in the middle of the night will certainly travel. We can't afford that sort of notoriety. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, brother."

Elijah took the handkerchief from his pocket and wiped away Rebekah's ceaseless tears. He knew that is she was Kol, he'd still be spanking him into submission.

Lifting Rebekah into his arms, he laid her in bed and tucked her under her blankets.

"It's still not fair," Rebekah grumbled, turning over away from. "You boys get to do everything and I...I'm stuck indoors. Immortality means nothing under confinement."

Elijah's heart went out to his sister. He wished the world was different for her. She was right, he and his brothers were able to go wherever they wanted without anyone batting an eye but if Rebekah was out too long without one of them, out too late without them, out with another man who wasn't them, people started to talk and talking lead to them having too much attention drawn to them.

He knew if Rebekah was going to enjoy her enteral life, she would need freedom, the same freedom as her brothers, and he was going to make sure she had it, even if he had to change the world himself.

"How about...we invite a few of the witches over tomorrow for a small intime soiree."

Rebekah looked back at Elijah with confusion in her eyes. "A soiree," she sniffled. "For what occasion?"

"So my little sister can have a night of enjoyment without the leering eyes of the community judging and spreading uncouth rumors about her. The witches are very good at keeping secrets."

"Honestly," Rebekah sat up, her sniffles reduced to nothing. "You'd do that for me?"

Elijah caressed Rebekah's hair and kissed the top of her head. "You are a Mikaelson. You deserve to benefit from our cursed bodies as much as the rest of us."

End Flashback

Marcel jolted up in his bed. The sun was shining brightly through his curtains and Rebekah still slept by his side. In a panic, he checked his phone for the time. 7:35. He overslept. Klaus rarely slept past sunrise so he was sure he was awake by now. He'd just hoped he didn't run into Davina. Lightly shaking Rebekah's arm, he stirred her awake.

"We overslept."

The panic in his voice caused the sleepy Original to spring fully awake.

They both jumped out of bed and hurried down the hall to Kol's room. The door was open and the room was empty. Fearing the worse, they moved cautiously down to Klaus's room next. A sense of dread filled them at seeing Klaus's empty bed. Then they both recognized the smell of pancakes frying downstairs. They looked curiously at each other. Certainly, if there were pancakes cooking, no one was angry.

They stepped downstairs to the kitchen, pausing in the doorway in shock of what greeted them.

Hope and Davina stood by the stove manning the fryer while Klaus whipped up a fresh bowl of pancake batter to make blueberry pancakes alongside their chocolate chip ones. Davina giggled as Hope left a flour handprint on Klaus's shirt when his back was turned. The only person who was not excited by the morning festivities was Kol, sitting quietly at the counter, his fingers nervously fidgeting in his lap.

"Good morning," Klaus greeted them with a devious smile. "Enjoy your sleep?"

Suspicious of the question, Marcel replied, "What's going on here?"

Klaus motioned back towards Hope and Davina as if the answer was obvious. "We're making breakfast. I figured since Davina was...living here now," he growled. "We should celebrate with a large breakfast."

Marcel and Rebekah went flush at Klaus's proclamation.

"Sit." They could tell by the intensity of Klaus's eyes that saying no wasn't an option.

Sitting down next to Kol, Marcel harshly whispered, "You told him about Davina moving in?"

"She told him," Kol bit back. "She woke up before me and ran into him. Next thing I know, they're down here making pancakes like old friends and I'm just sitting here waiting for the other shoe to drop."

Rebekah, Kol, and Marcel waited anxiously for Klaus to make his next move. They were all sure that the Hybrid would be angry about them sneaking Davina into the Compound in the middle of the night and they knew he'd be furious about her 'moving in' without Klaus's consent but he hadn't said anything about it yet. They suspected it was because Hope was in the room.

After giving Hope and Davina the new pancake batter, Klaus moved on to make the eggs.

"Oh no," Klaus muttered, slowly closing the fridge door. "Seems we're out of truffle oil."

Rebekah's eyes narrowed. She was sure there was truffle oil in the fridge. She was with Elijah just the other day when he bought a new bottle.

"Hope, would you mind running down to the specialty store and grabbing a bottle for me, sweetheart?"

"Can Davina come with me," Hope asked, eyes lighting up.

Kol, Marcel, and Rebekah tensed. If Davina wasn't there, there'd be nothing stopping Klaus's anger.

"Of course," Klaus smiled. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, giving Hope a fifty dollar bill. "Take your time. I'll finish the pancakes while you're gone."

Davina leaned over the counter and kissed Kol goodbye before she sauntered out of the kitchen behind Hope. Part of Kol wanted to beg her to stay, the other part wanted her as far away as she could be before Klaus let his rage loose.

As soon as Hope and Davina were gone, Klaus turned to the stove and finished the last of the pancakes on the fryer, allowing the three of them to marinate in their fear a bit longer.

"So," he finally spoke, dropping the last blueberry pancake on the steaming stack. "Marcel. I suspect it was your idea to move the little witch in before discussing it with me first. Care to explain?"

Forcing down the lump in his throat, Marcel said, "She hasn't officially moved in yet. I was going to talk to you first. She was anxious about me leaving Josh's place last night after hearing you and Elijah arguing outside the Compound yesterday and I didn't want to leave her like that...so I brought her here."

"So you waited until I was sleep so I wouldn't have the chance to say 'no' before you snuck her in, is that right? Better to ask for forgiveness than permission?"

Marcel stared solemnly down at the countertop.

"And you two," Klaus pointed to Kol and Rebekah. "You knew about this too?"

Kol looked away from his heated brother, afraid his eyes would give away the truth.

"I knew about it," Rebekah admitted. "Kol knew nothing. It was as much of a surprise to him as it was to you."

"Is that so?" Klaus turned his burning gaze to Kol.

Feeling the knot of guilt aching his stomach, Kol answered, "N-no. I knew about it. Bekah told me last night before bed. Said we had to wait for you to go to sleep first before Marcel could sneak her in."

Rebekah was shocked by Kol's confession. He never admitted the truth if he could get away with a lie and she was sure he was going to get away with it this time. Klaus's eyes widened. There was no other way to find out the truth so he would've taken Kol for his word, whatever it was. For Kol to come clean when he could've gotten off scot-free made Klaus's heart swell with a bit of pride.

"Rebekah," Klaus hummed, reaching for the wooden spoon on the counter. "Did you just lie to me to protect Kol from punishment?"

Knowing exactly what Klaus intended to do with the spoon, Rebekah stuttered softly, "I-I did but-"

"No buts. Come around here, please."

Rebekah's hands trembled as she stood up. She made the walk around the counter to her brother as long as possible, hoping that Hope and Davina would run back in having forgotten something but such hopes failed to come true.

Once Rebekah was in front of him, Klaus wasted no time in tucking her under his arm and raining down a series of sharp smacks against her bottom. After the first two squeaks escaped her, she covered her mouth and forced herself to stay quiet as Niklaus thrashed her bottom. She silently berated herself for coming downstairs in her nightgown instead of putting on pants as every smack Klaus landed on her upper thigh hit only skin.

After landing a few dozen solid spanks, Klaus brought her punishment to an end. Too ashamed of Marcel seeing her cry, Rebekah immediately buried her face in the crook of Klaus's neck.

"Alright," Klaus cooed rubbing calming circles against her back. "I got'cha. Calm down. You're gonna be alright. Do not lie to me again."

As her tears began to fade, Rebekah pulled away from her brother, face still red with shame.

"Go sit down," Klaus instructed and Rebekah walked away from him quicker than she came. Tapping the spoon against the counter, Klaus said, "No one lies to me and no one keeps secrets from me. The three of you should know that better than anyone." His eyes cut to Marcel. "You are my son and I care about you. If having Davina nearby brings you the same peace of mind as having you hear brings me, then you should've known I wouldn't have hesitated to let her move in."

Marcel's stared shamefully away from his father. "I know but...it's been a long few days and you two already have a hard time getting along. I thought it would take a bit of convincing."

Klaus reached across the counter and took Marcel's chin in his hand, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "She's a part of this family now. She will always be welcome in our home."

Marcel's cheeks tinted pink as he nodded his head.

Klaus moved down the aisle to Kol and his younger brother stiffened in fear. He set the spoon down on the counter and looked Kol in the eyes as he said, "I'm proud of you. Thank you for telling me the truth."

Kol blushed at Klaus's praise. He couldn't remember the last time his brother said he was proud of him.

"However," Klaus walked back to the counter by the stove and began cracking eggs into a bowl. "You still tried to deceive me and must be punished with Marcel and Rebekah."

Klaus could sense the fear radiating from the three of them and decided to wait until he had all of the eggs cracked in the bowl before he addressed them again to give them a bit more time to guess what he was going to do to them.

"You're grounded," he finally said. "Three days. No leaving the Compound, no cursed objects, no...'fun' whatsoever, and all outside communication must first go through me or Elijah so have your phones on my bedstand before breakfast."

Kol rolled his eyes. "I've been grounded," he grumbled to himself.

Klaus quickly turned around and said, "And yet you still broke your sentence to see the girl you love, the punishment for which I spared you from. Do not make me change my mind."

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Kol nodded his agreement.

When Elijah entered the kitchen, he could sense something was off about his siblings. Rebekah frantically wiping away her lingering tears told him all he needed to know.

"A little early to be handling family business," he said. "What happened?"

"Marcel," Klaus didn't bother to turn around as he ordered, "Care to tell Elijah news?"

With a heavy sigh, Marcel answered, "Davina's moving in."

"Really," Elijah moved around the counter to Klaus, a confused frown on his face. "Don't you think I should've been a part of this discussion?"

"There wasn't a discussion," Klaus answered. "The three of them made the decision last night without telling anyone and now that the girl has already moved her things into Kol's bedroom, there's nothing we can do short of kicking her out. And we're not kicking her out."

"She's not staying in Kol's room," Marcel immediately stated.

Kol's face scrunched in anger. "Why not?"

In a deep growl, Marcel said, "Because I didn't move her in here to be your live-in girlfriend. She's moving into the empty room beside Hope's."

"Hold on, mate. Why do you get to be Rebekah's live-in boy-toy but I don't get to have Davina live with me?"

"Hey," Klaus growled, spinning around to shake the egg whisk at Kol. "Don't let your feelings get the better of you, brother. Remember who Marcel is."

Kol threw his back against his chair and folded his arms over his chest, angry that despite everything, Klaus still came to Marcel's defense even over the sake of fairness.

Turning back to his cooking, Klaus said, "Why don't the three of you go back to your rooms." Cutting his eyes at Rebekah and Marel, he added, "Separate rooms, until breakfast is ready."

At his subtle dismissal, they all stood and moved to leave the kitchen but before Kol could get through the door, Klaus called him over to him.

Kol couldn't stop his hand from shaking as he walked around the aisle to Klaus. The wooden spoon was only an arm's reach away and he knew he wouldn't be able to outrun his hybrid brother if he reached for it.

Passing off the eggs and whisk to Elijah, Klaus turned to Kol, a gentleness in his eyes his brother was not expecting.

Placing his hand kindly on his brother's neck, Klaus said, "I didn't come to Marcel's side because I think you're wrong but because I understand his motivation. Marcel blames himself for what happened to Davina, feeling that if he hadn't loosed the reins on her so much, she wouldn't have died. If keeping those reins on her makes him feel comforted, then that is what is going to happen."

"It's not fair," Kol grumbled, too taken aback by his brother's uncharacteristic gentleness to be his usual overly petulant self. "Davina's not a kid anymore. She can make her own decisions."

"She may not be a kid but she's now a Mikaelson and Mikaelsons do as they're told. It's what kept this family alive and together for a thousand years. It's only when we begin to indulge in selfish pursuits that we start to fall apart." Stepping back, Klaus folded his arms over his chest. "But that's never going to happen to us again. Now go on. Breakfast will be ready shortly."

Kol fought every instinct that told him to throw a fit at his brother's command. If being a Mikaelson meant he and Davina couldn't be together whenever they wanted then he didn't want her to be a Mikaelson. But he realized, with Davina's animosity towards Klaus, her strong will and sense of justice would make her an enemy to her family. Allowing Klaus to accept her as part of their family is the only thing that may save her from his anger.

Kol stomped out of the kitchen biting his tongue all the way up to his bedroom.

"You handled that well," Elijah applauded Klaus.

"I expected him to be a bit more temperamental. I guess we're both starting to mature."

Suddenly, Klaus felt the presence of a vampire outside the Compound. A vampire he knew, but hadn't sensed in years. Elijah felt the same presence but before he could respond to it, Klaus vamped out of the kitchen and into the courtyard.

Caroline's blonde curls shining under the morning sun seemed to create a halo around her head.

She stared at Klaus wide-eyed and he stared back at her. Neither of them knew what to say at first.

"It's true," Caroline muttered. "You...really are back."

When Elijah entered the courtyard, Caroline managed to pull herself together and appear a little less starstruck.

"Caroline Forbes," Elijah greeted. "What are you doing in New Orleans?"

Blushing a bit, Caroline answered, "I...actually came to see Klaus. For the past twelve years, New Orleans has been run over by a bunch of your sirelings and rumor was they'd managed to break the sire link to you and kill you for good. But then...an old vampire came into Mystic Falls a couple of weeks ago saying...that you were still alive and your family was back in charge of the city so naturally...I had to come see for myself."

"A few weeks, huh," Klaus smiled and took a few steps closer to her. "What took you so long?"

"I am a very busy woman, Klaus. I have a school to run. Two, once the renovation of the old Raddly Academy is finished."

"Raddly Academy," Elijah repeated. "The old school in Algiers?"

Klaus's eyes lit up at the prospect.

"That's the one," Caroline confirmed with a shy smile. "I've been pushing Alaric to open a school in New Orleans for years and we finally found the funding."

"So you're...moving to New Orleans," Klaus asked.

"I am. At least...for the first year, just to get the school up and running. Until we can find a proper Headmistress."

"And here I thought you were coming just for me."

"In actuality...another reason I wanted to move the second school here is to get closer to that Marcel guy they said killed you."

"Oh. Hoping for a bit of revenge were you?"

Caroline rolled her eyes and gripped her purse nervously. "I was hoping to meet the man that was strong enough to kill an Original. He's not an easy man to get a audience with. Or should I say 'was'? I can only assume you killed him when you returned."

Klaus chuckled with a toothy smile that nearly floored Caroline. "Not exactly. A man doesn't often kill his son for a small act of rebellion."

"Son?" Caroline couldn't believe it. "You never told me you had a son."

"Yes, well, the last time we met, the two of us weren't in the mood to discuss family, isn't that right."

Caroline cut her eyes at Elijah, embarrassed that Klaus felt comfortable to mention such private things in front of his brother but Klaus simply smiled. Elijah knew most of his secrets, especially ones involving his heart.

She reached out her hand to give Klaus a gentle smack but felt an invisible barrier keeping her out.

"Sorry about that," Klaus muttered. "Had to sign the place over to my sister to keep out the riffraff."

"Rebekah?"

"Freya."

Caroline's confused face at finding out about Klaus's long lost sister caused Klaus to smile harder.

"Let's take a walk," he said, stepping past the threshold of the Compound and taking her hand in his, touching her for the first time in over a dozen years, and feeling the same electric pulse go through his body that he felt the first time they touch. "We have a lot to catch up on. Elijah, do you mind-"

"Don't worry," Elijah said walking back towards the kitchen. "I'll take care of breakfast."


Okay, in case you didn't know, I ship Klaroline so hard. Cami was okay, but KlausXCaroline is OTP and I've been wanting to add her into this story for the longest so yay! Expect Klaroline fluff next chapter.

Also, if anyone knows how old Caroline's girls would be at this time that'd be great lol. Or else I'm just gonna make them Hope's age.