Part 5

Music. Flora had always loved it. She loved the way it made her feel. It tickled her from inside out. She played violin, piano and cello, but violin was her favorite. Sometimes she played for hours, forgetting everything else. She especially loved this violin. It had been a gift from Kol, he have had it made just for her. There were white roses hand painted on it. She had cherished it when he hadn't been with her.

Sometimes it had been the only thing that had kept her from drowning in the darkness. She had missed him so much that her insides had been burning. His brother had taken him from her. She was never going to let that happen again. The sun was setting, but she knew that he wouldn't be here tonight.

He couldn't. He needed to do something. For her. He was doing everything for her. Her dark knight. She wouldn't be able to rest before she would be in his arms, so she played. The world ceased to exist until the door to her bedroom opened. It wasn't Kol or Aaron. It was someone who wanted to hurt her.

"Here, boys!" he said.

"Fuck, she's hot, I want to have taste…"

Bad thoughts. She continued playing when three other men came in. Vampires. She knew why they were here; she picked it up from one of them. Few nights ago Kol had wanted to take her out. The night had been pretty and she had wanted to go to the French Quarter. They had run into few mean vampires. They had upset her, so Kol had killed them. He was always so sweet. Her dark knight. These vampires were here because of the dead vampires. They wanted revenge. How silly of them.

"Well, well," one of them said. "So you're Kol Mikaelson's little tramp."

She didn't say anything, she simply continued playing.

"They have a lot of nerve. The Mikaelsons. They come here, to our city, and expect us all just bow down in front of them. I don't think so. We have rules here; we don't kill our own kind. I think it's time for the Mikaelsons to learn that." He paused, Flora heard him taking a step towards her. "What do you think, sweetheart, will your death mean anything to your boyfriend? Or are you just a little amusement to him…"

"Did you wipe your feet?" she cut in.

"What?"

She stopped playing and turned slowly to look at the four men.

"Did you wipe your feet before you came in?" she repeated. "I don't like dirt."

All four men stared at her for a moment before one of them spoke.

"I think that's the least of your problems right now."

She shook her head.

"I like clean floors, I never wear shoes indoors." She paused and lifted her bare foot. "You see? Clean. I wash my feet at least twice a day."

One of the men frowned.

"You're not very smart, are you sweetheart?"

"I don't think she has to be," the other one chuckled. "Just look at that ass…" He paused and grinned. "We should give her a taste of real men."

"I don't like you," she stated and lifted her violin. "You can leave now."

"Oh, I don't think so."

One of them zoomed in front of her and grabbed her violin.

"You won't need this anymore."

"No!" she cried out when he smashed the violin. For a moment her lower lip was trembling, but then her lips curved into a smile.

"That was a mean thing to do."

She was still smiling when all four men attacked her. They had been naughty, so she could be naughty too.

"Klaus!" Hayley snapped as she marched to the courtyard of the compound, followed by her two vampire bodyguards. "What the hell you think you're doing?"

Klaus glanced at the pregnant girl who crossed her arms angrily. She was really testing his patience. If only she wouldn't be carrying his daughter…

"And what exactly have I done now?" he snorted.

She glared at him and pointed at the two vampires.

"I don't want your lapdogs following me around."

"That's too bad. I however want to protect my daughter."

"I can take care of myself…" she started angrily.

"No, you can't, I think you've proven that more than once" he cut in coldly. "This isn't just about you anymore, little wolf, this is about my daughter and if you think that I'll let you do more idiotic things, you can guess again."

"I'm not your prisoner!" she shouted. "I agreed to stay here, but I'm not going to let these creeps follow me!"

"They're here to protect you. Both of you. Don't you want our child to be safe?"

"Of course I do, but…"

"Good, we agree then."

"No, we don't."

Klaus sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Look, Hayley, I know you've got used to come and go how you like, but as I said, this isn't just about you anymore. I'm not asking you to like me, but I'm asking you to think about our daughter and what's best for her. I'm trying to keep you both safe."

She certainly didn't seem pleased, but finally she nodded.

"Fine, but if you try to push me around…"

"I'm not, as long as you don't cause trouble."

He most certainly had more than enough problems already with some of the vampires who refused to accept him as the new king, with the witches, with the werewolves, with humans, with his family… He didn't need any more problems.

"Is everything alright?" Elijah's voice asked.

Oh great, speaking of the problems…

"Everything is fine," Klaus replied before Hayley managed to say anything. He truly hoped that Elijah would for once forget his role as "the noble Mikaelson" and let Klaus handle things with the mother of his child. Klaus knew that Elijah felt sorry for Hayley and tried to help, but right now Klaus didn't need his help. Rebekah had also eagerly offered her "help".

Thankfully at least Kol minded his own business, he only seemed to care about reclaiming New Orleans. Klaus was just about to continue when he noticed that Elijah, Hayley and the two vampire guards were staring at the gate. He turned around and saw a young woman who had just entered the courtyard. She was barefoot, covered with blood and she was carrying a man who was at least twice her size over her shoulder.

"Hello," she said smiling. "I'm sorry for disturbing you, but is Kol here?"