Heartless to Heartfelt

Authors Note/Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries or The Originals or Legacies. All credit goes to the writers and creators.

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Chapter Three


"You need to tell him."

Davina raised her eyebrow at Marcel, she should have known he would attempt to put this back on her. "Absolutely not. It's your turn."

"No," Marcel sat on the edge of the table, his arms crossed. "I am always the one to deliver bad news."

"Exactly how it should be. You're older."

The oldest. He hated how she constantly played that line. She knew as much as he did. "Maybe if we told Caroline, she could break it too him." She seemed nice enough, though they had only known each other a week.

Josh exhaled, staring across his apartment at the two of them. They had burst into his apartment almost twenty minutes ago and were still having the same argument. "If this is the reason you came over, could you please take it outside? I was sleeping." The two of them could deny it until they were blue in the face, but being with each other brought out the inner child in them both.

Davina turned to face Josh. "He can't palm this off to Caroline, it should be him, shouldn't it?"

"Oh don't bring Josh into this. He's your best-friend, he'll always side with you."

"You brought me into this when you stormed into my apartment screaming at each other. You are both acting like children, stop it." Josh spoke loudly, shifting the attention back to him. "Marcel, it should be you..." He held his hand up before Marcel could interrupt him. "When he woke a week ago, you wanted it kept secret, therefore it is your responsibility to now correct it. Understood?" Josh couldn't help but feel the pleasure that rose in him at the sight of there sheepish looks. "Now, both of you go home. I was trying to enjoy a peaceful lie in with my boyfriend."

Davina blushed. "Oops. I'm leaving. Bye Aiden." She knew the wolf would be awake in the other room.

"Bye Davina."

Marcel quickly nodded in agreement. "I'm going with her."

Josh shook his head as they rushed out the apartment, as quickly as they stormed into it earlier. He loved them, he really did but sometimes they were impossible to deal with.


"They are keeping something from me. They are lying to me."

"Is that you being worried or is the paranoid side of you making a comeback?" It had been a week, a whole seven days and all she had been able to catch of him since that first night was a glimpse or two. He had been hold up in his art studio painting endlessly, hours upon hours, barely stopping to sleep or eat.
It was his way of coping, she knew that but it would be nice if he talked to her instead of shutting himself away.

"What are they keeping from me?"

Caroline finished opening the board game, passing it to Josie. "Mommy will be back in a moment." She walked towards him, watching his movements as he reached for a bottle of bourbon. "They might not be hiding anything."

"They are."

"Klaus," Caroline sighed. "You're being irrational. They might not be hiding anything; and if they are, perhaps they have good reason."

"I'm fine." He knew what she was insinuating. "I do not need for them to tread on eggshells around me. I am not fragile."

"That isn't what any of us are saying." She grabbed his arm, stopping him from retreating. "Nine years is a lot of time, Klaus and seven days is barely any time to recover from that. Perhaps they want to give you time,"

"I don't want time. I want normal."

Caroline smiled at him. "You aren't normal," She saw his mock pout, and she laughed lightly. "They are your family, they are just trying to protect you. Give them time to come clean."

"Mommy, come and play."

Klaus looked over at the twins who were staring intently at them. "You've been here a week, Caroline,"

"Which isn't nearly enough time," She saw his eyes drift to her, questions floating in them.

Klaus felt his heart drop into his stomach at those eyes, only she could do that to him. "They can't keep sleeping in the living room forever. They can have their pick of any room," She'd know which ones are taken, the first initial of the owner was craved on the door.

Caroline raised her eyebrow. "Are you asking me to move in?"

"I didn't ask." He turned around and headed for his studio again, more thoughts needing to meet canvas.


The paint splattered across the canvas, his hand guiding the brush back and forth through the brown paint in soft strokes. Art had always been his outlet, ever since he was a child. In those times he had carved little wooden objects, each one held his emotions, a way to store them without allowing people to see how he truly felt. Those objects along with his painting, harbored the rage, sadness and rare happiness that he had felt through the years. Some of which were eventually disposed of, or sold over time and those that he couldn't part with were stored.
It was not all his art was about though, it was a skill that helped him to plot evil plans and find inner peace. This particular one in front of him was based off imagination. He was guiding the brush gently downwards as he painted the image he had conjured within his mind in the nine years he had been daggered. This painting was going to symbolize the sadness, anger, hurt and sorrow that he felt during that time, they were the emotions weighing him down. This was going to allow him to release some of that.
And while this painting held so much emotion, it was a picture of innocence. This was his daughter, or how he imagined she would be. Hope would know nothing of the monster he was when he was daggered and thrown into the ocean by his family.
The family that did not know of how he had been changing for the sake of his child. It had left him wondering if there was any point to staying this new version of himself, now that his daughter would never know who he had become for her.

"Klaus,"

He had heard footsteps, the creaking of the door and he had wished that the person wouldn't interrupt him, yet they did. He would have once ignored the intrusion but it didn't seem right anymore. He had allowed the past to become the past while he was submerged under water.
Marcel was his child, all that he had been in the past was forgotten. If he was truly going to lay his past to rest then he need to define who Marcel was. He could no longer pretend that Marcel didn't deserve the same treatment as he would give Hope. "Yes?" He paused, lifting the brush from the canvas to stare at his work.

"I need to speak with you. It's important." The hesitation in Marcel's voice was thickening in the air. "I hoped we would never need to speak of this..."

"What is it?" Klaus placed the brush into the jar and set it on the table. "Well?" He grabbed the cloth to wipe his hands and turned to give Marcel his undivided attention.

Marcel stood awkwardly in the doorway, it was not an easy task catching Klaus up on the past nine years. Anything they would tell him would leave them all on edge, just waiting for him to crack. The man before him had been back seven days, most of which was spent hold up in this very room.
Anything they had told him so far had been met with no emotion. It wasn't that Klaus had been a emotional guy in the past, but this was different. Marcel couldn't quiet put his finger on it. "Let's walk. You've spent most of the last week in this room."

Klaus followed him out the door, quietly admitting to himself that a change of scenery might do him good. "Does this have to do with whatever you and Davina were arguing over this morning?"

"You heard that?"

Klaus hummed lightly. "Only a brief piece just before you left. Where did you go?"

"Josh's." Marcel muttered, rubbing the back of his head. "There isn't any easy way to say this, so, the white oak stake, the one you kept hidden, it's missing." As he headed down the stairs, Klaus following.

"Elijah will have it. He wouldn't be foolish enough to have left New Orleans without it." He knew the type of person his brother was, he would not have left knowing there was a weapon lost that could intentionally kill a member of the family, it would have had his immediate attention.

"He left without it." Marcel confirmed. "Your enemies were closing in, you were underwater, they took their leave. From what intel we could gather we understood Freya was going to locate it once they were safe. However, someone placed a cloaking spell over it and it has been untraceable for the last nine years. Strangely enough Josh got a trace on it the day you woke up."

"Why am I only hearing about this now?"

Marcel cringed internally. "This is my fault. I didn't believe there was any reason to tell you immediately because no one could find it. I was only planning to keep it from you long enough for you to get settled, or if something concrete happened to arise."

Klaus raised his eyebrow. "Well,"

"Josh got another hit last night from a friend, and he found out it's on the market."

"Are you telling me the stake is for sale?"

Marcel nodded. "Josh and Davina spent last night tracking it to a dark net online auction. The stake itself is still missing."

Klaus crossed his arms, fixing Marcel was a stern glare. "I assume you have a plan. That stake is the only weapon that can be used to kill an original. Who is the target?"

"Your entire family are targets. From the chat inside the auction, we are under the impression at least one of the bidders wishes to kill all your siblings."

"Who would want to kill Nobel Elijah and Sweet Rebekah?"

"They wish to avenge you." Davina caught up to them as they entered the dining room. "This person is going to kill your siblings in your honor."

Klaus blinked, staring at Davina as if she had grown two heads. Never had he met a single soul that would defend him, well, there was one, but they were dead. "This is impossible. No one would knowingly defend me. I am the evil hybrid, nothing more then a monster."

"You can't possibly believe that!" Since Kol's death they had grown closer, she was able to understand him. Klaus wasn't evil, though he had committed evil offences mostly in the name of protecting those he loved. "This person was defending you, the only question we have is, who?"

"Well, I have absolutely no bloody idea."


"What did she mean by it, Freya?" Hayley paced back and forth across the floor, this was the first time she had been in the same room as Freya and Elijah for the past week. She had spent every ounce of her time in Hope's room or with her in the garden soaking in every moment she could. "What did it mean?"

Freya glanced up from her book. "I don't know, Hayley, perhaps it was nothing but a bit of indigestion. It was most likely nothing."

The last thing Hayley wanted was to rely on Freya and Elijah; after all they had done but if something was wrong with Hope then she needed to try. This was her daughter. "If it was nothing then you an Elijah wouldn't be having private conversations." Hayley retorted, looking at Elijah who was staring out the window. "What are you not telling me?!" It was a simple question and she demanded they answered her. This was her daughter.

Freya turned to Elijah. "Well," It was clear she was seeking his approval to tell Hayley.

"No! Do not look at him. This is not his child. It doesn't concern him." Hayley snapped. "Speak to me." She ignored Elijah when he looked at her, he was the last person she wanted to talk to.

"They say that wolves can sense family, that the connection in their blood draws them together. Hope is wolf descendant, we know that she can sense you, Hayley. The change, the shaking and burning of her heart, the pull she described, it could be an indication that Niklaus is awake. In slumber she wouldn't have felt the immediate draw, and if she did feel something she would have been able to pass it off as nothing more then a flutter. The connection to him if he is awake would be of concern to her, it would be new and that first initial connection would have sparked an episode like what we saw."

"You believe Klaus is awake?" Hayley placed her hand on her forehead. "Oh god," She breathed deeply, this wasn't what she needed right now. She was already at war with Elijah, to add Klaus into the mix.

"Keep calm, Hayley," Elijah shut the curtain.

"Do not tell me to keep calm. Your brother, the one we betrayed is probably hunting us right now!"

Freya stood up. "As I said it is only a theory, Hayley. Indigestion is more likely. No one would have been able to find Niklaus, and if they did, I made certain it wasn't easy to remove the dagger. We would know if he was awake."

"Would we?" Rebekah spoke for the first time. "If he is awake, he would not let us know. Our brother could simply be plotting the right moment to strike us all off. Thanks to Elijah we have no idea where the stake is, which makes this a real possibility," She turned to Hayley. "This was a terrible idea, the chance of him waking was always there. You and I trusted in Freya and Elijah, but it was always a bad decision. If he is awake and Hope can feel it, then it is only a matter of time before he feels it too, and when he does he will come for her."

Hayley turned her back to them, taking a deep breath. "I need to get her out of here."

"No." Elijah spoke firmly. "If you leave now, whoever is out there will have the advantage."

"So my choices are null. Either a stranger or Klaus is hunting us; and in order to stay safe I have to stay here with you? You cursed me to a hell, Elijah. With Klaus at least I knew who he was, you pretend to love and care for me, then you rip my world apart."

"Hayley,"

Hayley turned around, vamp sped and had him pressed against the wall. "I will never forgive you for the time you stole from me."

Rebekah spoke before Elijah could. "You lost a year. Klaus lost nine."


Davina was curled up on her bed, several books on witch craft were spread out around her. These were the books she had been collecting over the past nine years, each time she had discovered a new one, she had prayed it held the answer to Klaus.
Now she looked over these books again, for what seemed to be the millionth time, though none of the spells were what she needed.
When it came to locating the stake, a simple locator spell should have been enough but whoever had done this was going to great lengths to keep it hidden.

The knock on the door drew her attention away from the book. "Come in," She wasn't surprised to see Klaus, and the words came tumbling out her mouth. "I'm sorry we lied, well, not lied but hid the truth...deceived might be the appropriate word."

Klaus raised his eyebrow. "You're rambling, love." He interrupted her. "What are you doing?" He had been slightly surprised when he noticed that Davina had chosen the room opposite of Kol's. He had honestly thought she would want his room to be closer to him.

"Just looking, I need to find a way to remove the cloaking spell on the stake." Davina could sense that something wasn't right with him. There was a part of him that changed when he was drowning at the bottom of the ocean. The normal Klaus would have lashed out in rage, yet he had not. It was just as strange as his opposed stance against seeking out Hope. Klaus had reformed from the evil monster into a numb person with no feelings, at least that was how it felt.

Klaus walked over to the window, looking out onto the street. "Marcel told me that you were devoted to the task of finding and waking me."

She fought to push down that feeling, the one that constantly reminded her that she hadn't woken him. She had done a half job, but that wasn't his burden to bare. "Well, I may have owed you one, or two." She shrugged it off, failing to tell him the real reason.

"Intriguing. For what?" He turned to look at her, hands folded behind his back.

"You pulled me back when I...when we lost Kol. You were the only one who noticed how raw my grief was. I do not believe I would have managed through that time without you."

"You would have been fine. You are stronger then you give yourself credit for."

"I might know that now, bit I didn't know that at the time." She felt the tears rising in her eyes, and she blinked rapidly as if she was trying to make them disappear. "You saved me, and I owed it to you to return the favor..." She looked down at her lap. "I failed, I failed you." She mumbled, it was quiet, very quiet but it was the first time she had spoken the words aloud and it felt good to say them.

Klaus stared at her for a moment, seeing the tears that were beginning to trail down her cheeks. "You did not fail me. Why would you say that?"

Davina looked up at him, her eyes shining with vulnerability. "I told you I would wake you up, I tried everyday for seven months to wake you and I didn't..." Her breath hitched slightly. "I wasn't powerful enough. I failed."

Klaus walked over to the bed, grabbing her arm and pulling her up. He tilted her chin up when she tried to look away from him. "You did not fail me. Do you understand me? You fought for me; you brought me home."

"Klaus,"

"You did all that you could. More then I should have asked for." He saw the tears flowing faster, and he found himself regretting anything he had ever asked of her. She was just a girl, a teenage girl and he had placed all the pressure on her shoulders. He had asked to much of her. "You did good, little witch. You did good." He pulled her into his embrace, one hand cradling her head to his chest, the other arm holding her up.

Davina sobbed into his chest, her hands gripping his jacket tightly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, love; you did all you could." He was a bastard. He knew it. He had done this to her and if it had been nine years ago, he never would have cared about the pain she felt, but now she was his family.

"I thought I lost you forever. I already lost Kol, and then...you wouldn't wake up, Klaus, you wouldn't..."

Her cries, she was breaking apart. It was his fault, all his fault. He had to fix it, he had to fix her. "You will never lose me, sweetheart." He rubbed her back gently. "You will never lose me." He repeated to her, placing a kiss on the top of her head. "I'm right here."

"I..."

He pulled back from her slightly, feeling that she was hesitant to let go but needing to see her face. "You did all you could; I will never fault you for that." He said the words with such conviction that she nodded slowly. "Marcel told me," He paused, taking a moment to study her face. "You gave up your life for me. You quit school, lost countless friends, barely left the compound and let your needs faded away."

Davina sighed, closing her eyes. Her life had not turned out at all like she had expected, a part of her was disappointed in herself. A rite of passage would have been to finish school, but she was a vampire now, she told herself that she would have her whole existence to finish. "None of that was important." In truth, she felt like if she had her family, if she had Josh then it was all she would ever need, so she had pushed everything aside to piece her family back together.

"It bloody well is important!" His voice raised just slightly, and he watched the shock take over her expression. He didn't know where this side of him had come from, was it the side he had buried long ago back when he was human, when he was just a child? He was disturbed by the knowledge that he had messed up a sixteen year olds life. This girl had become a vampire because of him then proceeded to give up every sense of normal just to devote herself to saving him. "The life you had before you became involved with Mikaelson drama matters, little witch. You sacrificed everything for me, for this family. You still are..." He looked at the books that covered her bed.

Davina swiped at the tears on her face. "I need to find the stake."

"At what cost?" It was said mostly to himself but he saw her raised eyebrow. He wasn't sure where this side of him had come from, the only people to ever see it were his younger siblings. Perhaps being buried inside a box drowning had made him realize that having a family meant doing right by them even if they did not do right by you. He would find the stake. He would save them. But it would not be at the cost of her.
He gently swept the hair of her face with his fingers. "I have stolen nine years from you Davina, I will not steal another nine. Tonight is yours. No magic. No stake." He saw her about to interrupt and he shook his head. "At any moment what we have could end, so you need to embrace the life you have."

"Are you alright?" It sounded a little sarcastic, but she hadn't meant it that way, she was worried. This wasn't the Klaus she was used too.

Klaus nodded. "I'm fine." He gestured to the door. "I believe Josh will be happy to receive your company. Go enjoy yourself,"

Davina looked torn, her eyes darting back to her books, then to door, then back to him. "I should..."

"Go." He tilted his head. "I'm awake; and I have no intention of letting anything bad happen to someone I claim as family. Go, there is nothing that can be done tonight."

Davina bit her bottom lip, hesitantly grabbing her bag. "Alright. Tonight but tomorrow I work."

Klaus smirked. "If you say." He was a little surprised when she gave him a brief hug but he returned it. "Have fun." He watched her leave, feeling the relief spread through his body. He had no intention of being the reason Davina had no life. He did not want for her to spend all her years mixed within Mikaelson drama. She deserved better.
However, the relief he felt was also accompanied by a thick sense of sorrow.
This was a moment he would never experience with Hope. While he wished it could be different, he would not put his baby at risk. It was like they had said before they deposited him into the ocean.

He had to many enemies and Hope would never be safe. Not with him.


Caroline found him flipping through the brown leather binding, grabbing the bottle of bourbon with one hand. "Pouring yourself another drink? Would you like to talk instead?"

Klaus grabbed another glass, hearing her voice float across the room. "No. I'd rather have another drink."

"You always say that but in the end you want to talk." In Mystic Falls he'd always started with distraction, til she would force the topic out of him. It was how she came to care about him, to sympathize with him because she was able to get past the distraction and it was a rarity that anyone could. "Do you want to talk about your siblings? Or Hope?" She took a seat on the edge of his bed. "What is in the book?"

"Over the years I have crossed many people, these are some of the worst, the ones who would be pleased to have revenge. Davina and Marcel may believe the individual wants to avenge me, I cannot be so sure."

"You are the definition of paranoid. You are aware of that right? How far back is this dated, surely some of them would be dead."

Klaus nodded slightly. "The ones I know are dead, I have crossed out."

Caroline rolled her eyes. "Of course. Definition of paranoid. Where are you starting?"

"With those that have the most to gain by killing a member of this family." He reached for another glass, pausing for a moment to get her a drink. "You do not need to be here for this."

"I thought you might need to talk about it."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You're being stubborn." She took the glass he held out to her, before he retreated back a few steps.

"You're being nosy."

Caroline smiled. "It's how I have to be to get you to open up to me. Klaus; are you okay? Surely you..."

"I'm fine."

Caroline raised her eyebrow, she didn't believe his words for a second. "Talk to me. Ask me something, anything. Or vent. You can't keep everything bottled up, it's not good for you."

"Ask you anything?"

"Yes."

"What are we, Caroline? Lovers, friends or perhaps passing ships that simply help each other." He watched her mouth fall open in surprise. "Is that why you are here? Simply to help me through this mess, the next drama in my life."

"We do not need to do this now. Your focus should be Hope."

"My focus will always be Hope." He stepped towards her slowly, until he was standing in her space. "Where do we stand, Caroline? I need to know." Klaus had a million questions burning in his mind. He had questions for his siblings, for Hayley, for Davina and Marcel, For Caroline. So many questions all burning, taunting him. This was one question that could be answered, if she would just tell him.

Caroline ran her tongue over her bottom lip, tasting the remains of the bourbon. She knew her answer, deep inside she had known it since Mystic Falls. There was something about Klaus, a pull she couldn't resist even though she had tried her hardest.
Then he had left, and not long after she was confronted with the knowledge he was about to be a father and that was enough to dim the feeling just for a while.
Until he went missing, no one had known where he was, how he was...and her choice had been one of ease. She was packing up everything, leaving her life behind to find him. But life would get in the way again, and the drama, the fight...the pregnancy. Her pregnancy. It gave her no choice but to stay put, to have to release the reigns on the hope she had.
And now she was here on a chance. A chance that despite everything he had going on that he might still love her.

Caroline wasn't stupid. She knew they had a million things to discuss, her past nine years being one. But she'd tell him everything, every little insignificant detail if that was what he wanted.
It was a leap, a leap of faith because it was an incredible predicament they were in. She wasn't even certain he was in the right frame of mind for a full blown relationship, a commitment to her.
It was possible that six months from this moment he still wouldn't be ready for that. Yet she knew that she would wait, she would wait for him, it was a promise she made to herself and now he was asking. Where did they stand?

"I know where I stand, where my place is. It's with you. Klaus, if I hadn't been pregnant, I would have been here years ago, by your side." She took a deep breath. "You were missing, and I was ready to pack up my entire life to seek you out. No matter how much I denied it then, I felt something for you and I still do. I let you go once Klaus and I didn't follow, but just know, I love you and I'm never letting go." She looked up to meet his eyes, waiting for his reaction, attempting to squash that feeling that whispered rejection.

"The dagger didn't work, not as they thought it would. I could think, I could hear...I was semi aware though it all. I've existed in this world for a thousand years, and I relived every moment of those year within the nine I was daggered." He closed his eyes, just momentarily. "I love my siblings. I love Marcel, Hope and Davina but this love..." He let his eyes roam her face. "I have never had the privilege of this love."

Caroline blinked, unsure of where this was going. "Is this the part where you tell me that in order to keep me safe, we cannot be together?" She didn't think she could listen to him say those words, because there was no place safer then by his side.

"No sweetheart, this is the part where I tell you, in order to save myself, I cannot let you go."

"Klaus,"

He dropped to his knees in front of her, the empty cup falling to his side as his hands framed her face, gently pulling her towards him. "I've loved you since I laid eyes on you. I saw you for more then just your looks, for the girl who always seemed to be passed over. When I offered to take you to see the world; I knew you would say no but I had faith that it would be that offer that brought you back to me. You're the one, Caroline." He was surprised when she leaned down and crashed her lips against his, he wound his arm around her body and readjusted them so he could hold her close unwilling to break the connection.

If this was his chance at love then he was grabbing onto it with two hands and never letting go.


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