Davina patiently waited for Marcel to begin, he just kept pacing in the parlor not speaking. Opening his mouth and closing it again. Sitting patiently, Davina waited for the words he said he wanted to tell her. Channeling her inner Caroline, sighing impatiently, "What did you want to talk to me about?" Marcel's eyebrows went up in surprise at her brusque tone, yeah not the sweet biddable Davina anymore. She'd helped Caroline escape, met with werewolves and berserkers in the city at night, she was a changed woman. At least, she wanted to believe she was.

Running his hand through his short hair again, Marcel finally moving down on his haunches in front of her, holding her hands in his. "Why did you leave Davina? Is it something I did?" Her new attitude melted away too easily at his warm eyes, and the depth of feelings flickering in them.

Glaring at where Marcel covered her hands with his. She slowly pulled her gaze up to his amber eyes, "Marcel, I'm a witch. Witches and vampires, don't mix. I got that rude wake up call, when Kol wrapped his hand around my throat." Be brutal, he won't realize we won't work otherwise.

Pulling her hand from his, rubbing her bruised throat. Marcel looked tortured at the marks on her neck. "Kol's Bride is a Bennett witch, Bonnie, the one who's been captured. He was deep in a nightmare when you touched him, he doesn't even remember hurting you."

Pushing him back, standing, she began pacing, "Have you ever wondered why Caroline took me under her wing?" He shook his head. "Because she saw that I was ostracized by the other witches in the compound."

His eyes widening, "Why would they ostracize you? You're a witch same as them."

Throwing her hands up, "Because when I was little, my mother, sacrificed twelve other little witches my age so that I could absorb their power."

Marcel nearly staggered on her feet. "What?!"

Wincing, her hands gesturing and continuing her pacing, "My mother was evil, and she thought to use me as a pawn in her games. One of your factions found me wandering the woods, her blood on my hands. I honestly don't remember what happened. They brought me here. Scared, alone, and so very young. I craved acceptance from my new coven. Something I never got, they told me one day I reeked of the girls who's power my mother forced on me."

"Davina, why didn't you come to me? Or leave?"

"I wanted so desperately to belong somewhere. Even though they hated me, they were my family. Until Caroline. Until you." She barely breathed the last word, "But then I realized that I was simply fooling myself into thinking I could fit in with vampires and Valkyries. I can't with my own kind, and I can't with yours!" She was tearing up at the feeling of loneliness pressing in on her. She had never belonged anywhere, why did she ever think that she could belong with the Mikaelsons?

Marcel pulled her to a stop, "Listen, I want to be that for you, your family, your everything."

Shrugging his hands off her shoulders, moving out of his reach, "You didn't even know who I was until Caroline brought me up to the main house! Don't think I don't know that your heart beat when Caroline settled me into the new room. Witches may be one of the physically weaker species of the Lore, but we are immortal."

Marcel's mouth gaping, "You never said anything." She knew she was his Bride?

"Because I want something more! More than fate deciding my choices for me! More than a witch shunned by her people, is it so crazy for someone to want to be with me for just me?"

Voice breaking, holding in tears, Marcel enveloped her in his arms. "Fate doesn't force us to be with those we wouldn't normally want to be with. It guides us to those most matched for us, most suited to understand us."

Guiding her gently to the couch, asking, "Have I ever told you about how Klaus found me?"

Shaking her head, "Only that it was when they first arrived in the 1700s."

"I was the bastard son of the master of a plantation. My mother, one of the house slaves, suffered his attentions and his beatings, nightly. When I was seven, the Mikaelssons arrived at the plantation, visiting the master. Klaus found him beating me with a whip in the backyard, he ripped the man's heart out for daring to raise a hand to a child."

"Rebekah taught me to fight, Elijah to play chess, Kol to charm women, Finn to fence, and Klaus to plan a war. But I always knew I wasn't related to them, always on the outside, but they did everything to make me part of the family."

Pulling her hands in his, "Just like you, I knew that my last name was not Mikaelsson, and I want more than anything to have someone to belong to, and I want it to be you."

Davina gazing deeply into Marcel's amber eyes, "You want to belong to me?"

Her small face framed by his hands, "More than anything. Do you want to belong to me? Be my family?"

A small nod was all the confirmation he needed, pulling her into his arms, rising to twirl her around. Taking her small hand in his, he pulled her towards the door. Pulling open the parlor doors, both Davina and Marcel stopping short, as Klaus and Caroline slammed into the wall across the hall, shaking the foundations. Locked at the lips, Caroline's legs were wrapped around Klaus. They flew past the stunned Davina and Marcel, heading towards their wing. Davina's mouth dropped open in shock, Marcel quickly recovering himself, "Looks like they definitely have the right idea."

Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, pulling her into his arms, laughing together, they flew towards his wing.

Caroline's legs wrapped around Klaus, breaking the handle on the double doors of their suite, as they pushed their way inside. Feeling the soft silk comforter of their bed on her back, breaking their lips apart to yank his shirt over his head, ripping the material as it came off. Sitting up, unbuckling his belt and tearing at the button of his jeans. She couldn't keep her hands off him, reaching past his jeans, she cupped his length, groaning audibly at the feel of his warmth. His eyes were ice blue tinged with red, his wolf in almost full control, his voice gravelly, "There's no calling this off, my queen. We go further, I claim you. Everything that entails."

Her voice was husky in response, "I want this Klaus. I want you inside me, my king."

Groaning at her response, and that her soft hand was wrapped around his cock, moving tortuously up and down. "I have to mark your neck, leave my brand on you forever."

Tilting her head to the side, as if offering her neck for his mark, "I want your fangs and this," squeezing tightly, "inside me tonight."

Pulling her hand slowly from his jeans, he ordered her, "Then lie back."

Her eyes glowing silver, she obeyed, quivering in anticipation.

Stepping quickly out of his jeans, tearing his boxers from him, completely bare, he set to the task of divesting Caroline from her own clothes. Yanking her boots off, rolling her jeans down tortuously slow, leaving kisses on every new patch of skin exposed. Pulling her shirt off, leaving her in just her lingerie set. Glittering silver, matching her glowing eyes. Pausing only momentarily, to witness his queen, completely at his mercy, shivering at his gaze, knowing he was about to claim his mate at long last.

With a single claw, he sliced through her bra and thong, leaving the tatters clinging to her. "My queen, naked before me, her scent in my nose, lilacs and sunshine."

Pulling her legs apart, her glistening pussy waiting for him. Moving over her, kissing her neck, "I can't wait for you to bear my mark, for all of the Lore to know that you belong to me."

Playfully nibbling his neck, "And what about my mark on you? How will anyone know who you belong to?"

Pulling back to look into her eyes, covering his hand over his heart, "I will wear it here. One has only to look at me to see the words Taken Male."

Moving to her collarbone, kissing both her breasts, burning a slow, tortuous path down, to the center of her. Spreading her legs, "Gods, what you do to me.", pinning her hips down, and she shifted her hips at the feel of cool air entering her heat. Licking her clit, forcing her to release a moan, coaxing, "What does my Queen want of her king? To fuck her with his tongue," another tortuously slow lick, "or with his fingers," pushing one long finger inside her, her sweet nectar teasing him, "or both at once?"

One finger in her sheath, he began to grind it inside her, swirling it, driving her to the brink. His mouth this close to her bud, waiting for her stuttering breath, "I need my king to fuck me with his fingers and his mouth." In response, he pounded his finger in and out of her, the sound of how wet she was echoing the room. Every sound seemed to make Klaus more frenzied, her body preparing to receive him, causing his wolf to ache to toss her on the ground and come inside her. Pulling it back he set back to the task at hand.

Bringing the little bud into his mouth, simultaneously putting a second finger inside her, grinding and pounding them in and out of her sweet little pussy. Moaning wantonly, her breaths coming in shallow pants. With every entry of his fingers, he lashed her clit with his tongue. Pounding her with his fingers, till her tits shook with every thrust, he sucked on the greedy little bud, feeling her come apart.

Dripping with arousal, he could barely control as an orgasm tore through her. "The first of many orgasms you'll experience tonight."

"Gods…" she moaned, her eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head.

"Play with your nipples, my queen. I like to watch you squeeze them as I drink you down." When she hesitated to obey, he gave another lick of her clit, causing her to jolt. She was sensitive after her first orgasm, and felt like a live wire under his hands. Fitting a third finger inside her, making her gasp at the feeling of fullness. Giving one last longing lick causing her to jolt, the sensation almost too much. Her eyes glowing silver, she rolled her nipples in her fingers, obeying him. "I should punish my queen for daring to come without her king's permission."

She became wetter in a rush, think about the last time he punished her. Chuckling, "My queen likes when I punish her?" he sighed as if disappointed, "Another time."

Her scent was driving him mad, the feel of her skin beneath his hands, his tongue, it was his undoing. My mate, my queen, my Caroline. "I wish I could take hours exploring every inch of you, but the full moon is near and my control is weak." Pulling away from her, leaning heavily on her lower body, keeping her trapped, he gazed down at her face. Flush from arousal, she was the most beautiful sight he'd seen in over a thousand years.

Smiling her bright smile, she flipped him onto his back, straddling him, keeping her core just out of reach. "Maybe I should make you beg for it, my king." Grinding against his length, torturing him with how close to paradise he was. Her teeth lightly sunk into his skin, giving a playful suck as she continued grinding against him.

Holding her hips still, groaning in pain, "Caroline…"

Smirking, kissing him deeply she whispered, "Next time."

Barely holding his beast back, growling, "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. I trust you Klaus, plus, I can take it."

His eyes glowing, his wolf so close to the surface, maintaining tenuous control as Caroline grasped his length. Slowly lowering herself down, shimming until he met her tight entrance. Growling, the last of his willpower strained, his fangs filled his mouth. "So, tight..."

Laughing slightly, she wiggled more taking another inch, inside her, "It's been a while."

Looking down at Klaus beneath her, more wolfish than she'd ever seen him, feeling his control snap inside him, as if it echoed through the room. Roaring, flipping her onto her front, plunging himself inside her. Muttering incoherently, "Minn hjarta þrymja útan minn kista." Reverted back to the language of his childhood, failing to remember she was raised by her aunts, many who grew up in the time of Vikings.

My heart lies outside my chest.

Pounding himself inside her, she screamed as another orgasm ripped through her. Barely noticing, as the French doors leading to the balcony shattered, glass littering the ground. Grinding inside her to the hilt, he heard the bomb of thunder and flashes of lightning filled their bedroom. "Have to mark you as mine, as my queen…"

In the throes, she turned to make her neck more accessible, his eyes locking on the beating pulse between her neck and shoulder, "Minn dróttning. Minn hjarta. Minn ást. Minn lif." My queen. My heart. My love. My life.

His fangs sunk into her neck, forcing another earth-shattering orgasm to rip through her, his orgasm timed with hers. As her blood hit him, he felt every nerve and hair stand on end, it was like drinking electricity. It was addictive, ruining all other blood for him in an instant. Sipping her blood, he felt their heartbeats synchronize, feeling the mating bond lock in place. There was something to her blood, he'd tasted Valkyrie before, maybe it was because she was his mate, but she tasted like more. She shook with her orgasm having taken everything out of her. Most immortals found a vampire's bite pleasurable, that tied with the cataclysmic sex she'd just had, decimated her. She was pretty sure she wasn't even alive anymore, after experiencing that, she had to be dead.

Retracting his fangs, brushing back the tendrils of hair that had fallen into Caroline's face, she had a sheen of sweat on her and she was breathing heavily, "Gods, that was… it was…" she struggled to find the proper words to describe what they'd just done.

Laughing weakly, his strength almost gone, gazing at the marks that were already healing on her neck. "Just the beginning."

The light slashing through the windowless patio door, Caroline threw the pillow at its direction blindly. She'd barely slept last night, having sex until the wee hours of the morning, until begging for a reprieve. Tangled in what was left of the silk sheets, stretching her arms languidly. Klaus had awoken earlier, kissing her awake to tell her he was leaving, casually mentioning he hated the mornings he woke up alone. Confiscating Klaus's pillow, snuggling deeper into his scent.

"I know I told you to go get laid but damn, Caroline." Pulling her head up, Kat stood in the doorway, leaning casually and sarcastically clapping as she surveyed the room. There was no glass left in the windows, numerous dents from where they had slammed against the walls, her claws shredded the sheets.

Smiling wryly, covering herself with the sheets remains, gliding to the walk-in closet. "What's up Kat?" She fumbled into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, not bothering with underwear, the cotton of the T-shirt making her shiver as it hit her sensitive nipples.

Hollering from the other room, "Thought you might want to know that Mikael's at the gate holding a knife to Bonnie's throat."

"What?!" Whirling out of the closet, grabbing her short swords on the way out the front door, Katerina close at her heels.

Throwing open the door to the outside, she stopped just short of the barrier. To a sight more horrific than she could have imagined, the whole compound was surrounded by his army, vampires three deep. All their eyes vacant with compulsion, which made them more dangerous than any other vampire. They would never back down, never stop until the compulsion was complete. At the center stood Mikael, gripping Bonnie's arm in a vice, keeping her from doing any magic. Caroline's first time face to face, with the legendary vampire. He lived up to the hype, Caroline stopped herself from gulping in fear. He was dressed as he no doubt did thousands of years ago. Leather pants, lawn shirt and leather vest, all three dark with blood. His face was the only area clear of blood, and his glowing red eyes told of the horrific deaths to come. He held a massive broadsword, his arm looked around Bonnie's neck, the broadsword in his other hand, though he hadn't raised the weapon to her neck the message was clear.

"Let her go." Caroline ordered. She briefly glanced at Bonnie, who remained silent her face flickering between hatred and fear as Mikael held her.

Mikael's smile was nefarious, she once thought his son cruel? Looking into Bonnie's fear filled eyes, she struggled not to lunge across the boundary to save her.

"Well, well, if it isn't Nicklaus's whore. I would have never thought fate so foolish as to bind him to anyone, much less a shield-maiden." He attempted to enrage her and trick her over the boundary.

"Let her go, Mikael. She is not a part of this." She ordered again, fighting to keep her voice even.

Another cruel laugh, "Think you I'm so blind as to miss my worthless son's Bride? Kol has always been a selfish boy. Going out of his way to save another? Only a fated bond could make him so selfless."

Kol came up behind her, and Caroline threw up her arm to prevent him from crossing the barrier. "Bonnie!" He tried to lunge for her, Caroline forcing him back.

Her voice grating, concealing her own anxiety, "What do you want?"

"I want Niklaus to kneel before me, as I remove his head." His voice reflected the perverse thrill he had at the idea of taking Klaus's head.

Elijah arrived with Kat, followed closely by Finn and Sage. All stopped just short of the boundary. Elijah laid a hand on Caroline's shoulder lending his silent support. "I've come for my crown father."

Looking to Kat, knowing she could probe other's minds, Caroline projected, Can you cast an illusion, so I can grab Bonnie? Elijah can distract him.

"Your crown, boy? I should never have let you take your first breath." Mikael spat.

Glancing at Mikael, Kat flexed her hands, but nothing happened. Her brow furrowed she tried again. Shaking her head, Mikael was clearly protected from her.

All hell broke loose when Klaus arrived, pushing Caroline behind him. "Mikael."

"Well if it isn't the mutt, who plays at King." Sneering, his grip on Bonnie tightening till she let out a small whimper. Caroline held Kol back as he let out a roar in answer.

"You have till the sun sets Niklaus, to surrender to me, or the witch dies."

Both Caroline and Kol yelled at that, "Don't you dare lay a finger on her."

Sneering, "Till the sun sets, boy."

Slowly, his forces began departing, until Mikael, with Bonnie still gripped in his fist, vanished. Mikael clearly still had some witches on his staff.

Kol fell to his knees, and let out an anguished cry. Comforting him, her arms going around him, whispering reassuringly, "We will get her back, Kol. And we will take Mikael's head for daring to lay a finger on her."

With her arms around Kol, her thoughts turned inward. Just a few weeks ago, she thought Bonnie encouraging Kol's attention was wrong, now she knelt with her arms around him, comforting him over Bonnie. So much had changed. The rumors and legends whispered about the awe-inspiring and utterly terrifying Mikaelsson family, were shattered in just a few weeks in their company. Kol, the notorious cad who would kill you as soon as kiss you, howling at the smallest whimper of pain from Bonnie, he clearly loved her. When they freed Bonnie, she would whole heartedly encourage the relationship, she even regretted that she ever stood in the way.

Pulling Kol from the ground, she followed all the Mikaelssons into the war room, continuing her self-reflection. Making eye contact with Kat, she thought back to the Sorceress whom been blackmailed into joining their team. That sorceress would have laughed at their current predicament and left them behind to deal with their own problems. Now, she held Elijah's hand, smiling shyly up at him. Ready to plunge into a war, even though she had no selfish interest. Damon and Elena stayed to fight at Kat's request, another thing the legendary sorceress had probably never done, willingly put her twin in danger, especially not for someone else.

Even Elijah was changed, the frozen vampire king, thawed at the feel of Kat's small hand in his, smiling softly down at her. The wildness in his eyes had dimmed, content to spend time with Kat, Caroline could have sworn she actually heard him laugh earlier. The sound was rusty from lack of use, but came more often now. Caroline wondered if anyone else realized that this ragtag group of misfits and legends, had become a cohesive unit. Depending on each other for support and advice, something many of them had never considered before.

Stefan, the broody silent Vampire, who had begrudgingly set out with them, laughed as Rebekah whispered in his ear. His eyes sparkled with genuine joy and excitement, savoring each day. His usual frown was absent most days, and was working on patching his relationship with Damon up, it was clear how much his Bride valued family, and he didn't want to have any cracks in his.

Rebekah, the self-centered Vampire who would eviscerate any who threatened her family, opened her heart to the new Brides and mates of her brothers, something Caroline knew was difficult to her. After 1000 years being the only women in her brothers' lives, letting go of that was hard, but she did. She doubted the Rebekah of old would have struggled to explain Klaus's motives and insecurities to anyone, especially his mate.

Directing Kol to his seat, she moved to her spot directly to the right of Klaus. Holding his hand out, she took it as he pulled her into his arms whispering, "She will be free tonight, I swear it."

Squeezing him briefly, she sat looking around at the faces of her friends, how had they become like family in just a few short weeks? Leaving Klaus for last, he regally commanded the attention, and her eyes warmed. The feared Hybrid king, known throughout the Lore as one you did not cross. Held her in her arms this morning, whispering sweet things in her ear. The way his eyes lit up as he told her stories of the renowned individuals he'd met throughout history, immortals and mortals, alike. They still had a lot to work out if they were going to have a relationship, but she looked forward to spending time with him, without a Mikael-shaped-cloud hanging over head.

A sense of foreboding rushed over her, not all of them would survive this fight. Swallowing a lump of terror, she let Klaus begin, moving forward with his plan to attack before the sun set. The more he revealed his plan, the more risky and dangerous it sounded. Especially for Davina and the other witches, who were responsible for taking down the barrier that surrounded Mikael.

Keeping the witches safe in the battle was their job, to keep compelled vampires from killing them. This plan is so dangerous, so risky, so desperate. Mikael arriving with an ultimatum, had prevented them from proceeding with a more cautious route. This is the last time I'll be in the room with these people. Sickened by the thought, she left, making it back to their room, before dry heaving into the toilet. Not now, not now.

The panic attack shook her bones, her breathing coming in uneven spurts. They might all die today. Bonnie, Stefan, Kat, Davina…Klaus. Her stomach roiled at the thought. Unacceptable. She didn't know quite when it happened, but she'd fallen for the hybrid king, and had come to love his family like an extensive of her own. The thought of them dying, holding back another panic attack, she tried to let her rational mind reason out the alternatives. The Mikaelson children couldn't come close to Mikael without weakening, the physical proximity required for the witches to do the spell but Davina in danger. Even if they were able to complete the spell, it was no guarantee that they would be able to kill him. He was surrounded by his Vampires, all of which would sacrifice themselves thoughtlessly before letting them close to him. How many of them would fall before even getting close to him? There has to be another way. Coming up empty, cold detachment settled down on her as she realized what she had to do.

"Caroline?" Klaus called, following her up to their room after the conclusion of the meeting. He was worried about her, he heard her heart race as the plan was laid out. He remembered her attack in the woods at the plantation, where she gasped for breath, and struggled to calm down. He'd never met an immortal with an anxiety disorder before, most were immune to surprise or shock, the result of living forever. But Caroline was the exception to every rule. He loved that she cared so deeply about her friends and family, so much so that the thought of them in danger made her physically ill. She never worried for herself, plunging head first into danger, her swords at the ready, but when it came to those she loved. Did she love him? In her note, she'd mentioned falling for him, was she still? He was in love with her, which he realized, like an ass, when he'd first found her gone. It was the wrong time to spill his guts to her, despite wanting to. He didn't need to up the ante with a declaration of love between them, on the eve of war.

Finding her on the floor of the bathroom, scooping her into his arms and leading her back to bed. "Worried about me, love?" He joked, trying to ease the tension in her. She smiled wanly, letting him tuck her back in bed. The staff had replaced the sheets and bedding sometime during the meeting.

"Klaus, I…" swallowing her words, she grabbed him by the hips, pulling him down onto the bed. Straddling him, she smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. Laughing at her playfulness, he placed widespread fingers on her ass, moving her against his now rock-hard length. Moaning at the feel of him beneath her, she whipped her hips, eliciting a groan of arousal from him.

Her voice husky, "I believe I said I would make you beg."

Chuckling, he answered, "So you did."

Smirking, she pulled their clothes off, commandeering two silk scarves, from the closet, when she moved to tie on of his hands to the bed, he protested, she tsked, "I'll make it worth your while, my king."

Entertaining her, he let her tie both his hands to the bed, he allowed it because of the ease with which he could tear the material and grab her. Satisfied with her handiwork, she moved to straddle him again, it was torture having her so close and unable to reach out for her. Having her pussy so close, but unable to penetrate it with his fingers, tongue or cock.

She was heady on the power she wielded over him, she could see the strain in his body to not rip the silk and plunge into her. It was only because she asked it of him that he did not.

Unlike the first time they had sex, she had every intention of drawing this out. Leaning down to his face, her breath causing his nerves to stand on end, "I remember begging you to touch me, to put your mouth on me, to fuck me." Her words were arousing him uncomfortably, recalling the incident. She moved to his other ear, her hot breath making her words even huskier, "I remember when you punished me, I begged for it. I could feel your hand on my ass for days afterwards."

Pulling back, her breath fanning his lips, "Will you beg?"

He moved to take her lips but she pulled away before he could kiss her, "Caroline…"

Shushing him, her finger trailing across his lips, "I have a surprise for you."

Leaving him bound, she moved to the closet using her immortal speed to change into the outfit Kat had left for her, with the rather subtle note of Get some Girl. -kisses, K. Strolling out of the closet, her movements deliberately slow, Klaus dug his claws into his hands to stop himself from breaking the silk. Gods…

Caroline was wearing blood red lace lingerie set, a deme-cup bra offering her luscious breasts up like a gift to a Pagan god, she wore no thong, instead favoring a dark red garter belt, attached to gossamer thigh-high stockings and black high heels, she was a vixen, a fantasy made flesh.

Her voice a purr, she asked again, "Will you beg?"

Klaus, the legendary king of the Hybrids, growled, "My Queen, I have a feeling you'll have me howling before the day is out."