A couple of months later

It started as a regular evening for the Michaelson's. Shouting were heard through the abattoir. Niklaus was in the middle of another fight with his sister Rebekah, when the scent of blood became aware to him. In a blur, he ran down to the courtyard, seeing no one, but the smell was definitively coming from here.

"What fool dares to intrude on my property, bleeding at that." He spoke loudly into the air, his every sense working full-time, ready to act. His eyes scanned the dark area for movement.

A figure walked, more like rolled, out from behind a pillar, leaning heavily on it. She looked like hell, pale face, sweaty forehead, and her face had several cuts and bruises. Her stance and behavior indicated that her condition was even worse than what the eye could see, her black clothes hiding the blood he was sure was there. "I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go." She said, weekly, trying to push herself to stand independently from the pillar, but not managing to stand without its support.

He saw she was starting to collapse, and in a blur, he was at her side, picking her up before she fell to the ground, bridal-style, "I got you, love."

Rebekah had followed him downstairs, and looked critically at the girl. "Who is this, not another one of your one-night-stands I hope? We don't need another baby in the family."

Klaus gave her an ominous look, before starting to carry the girl up the stairs. "She isn't, we sort of tried to kill each other a few months back." He said, with a snicker.-..

"What!" Rebekah shouted, "And you're bringing her into the house?!"

"Of course, she's our guest."

Daisy woke up feeling groggy, her head pounding and her entire body aching. She opened her eyes to find a beautiful blonde staring angrily at her, twirling a knife in her hands. Daisy tried to push herself to sit up, but her arms hurt too much, and she had to clench her teeth to prevent herself from shrieking out. The blonde snuffed, "How pathetic."

In a blur, the blonde helped her up, earning a wince from Daisy, before going back to her staring and twirling of the knife.

Daisy looked her up and down, "Since you're a vampire, why do you feel the need to threaten me with a knife, when your fangs are much deadlier?" she said, her tone flat.

Rebekah bared her vampire face, making Daisy's heart beat faster, but her face remained still. "Would you like me to show you?" Rebekah said, walking closer, when Klaus entered. "Leave" he told Rebekah, who gave him a rageful glare, and left, but not before also glaring at Daisy.

Klaus looked Daisy over, and furrowed his brows. "You're not healing."

Daisy looked stupidly at him, "Well, super-healing isn't one of my abilities, unfortunately."

Klaus gave her an impatient look, "I gave you my blood while you were passed out, but it doesn't seem to heal you, which is very strange."

Daisy looked skeptically at him, "And it usually works more than one time? You're sure you're not a one trick pony?"

He grinned at her, "I assure you love, I'm not." He poured two glasses of scotch, handing her one. "What happened to your hands?" he asked, indicating to her bruised arms.

She took a sip of the scotch, wincing at the burning sensation down her throat, before taking another sip. "It a side-effect of using my powers, the vibrations sort of, shatter my bones."

"That must be painful, but what happened with…the rest?"

"I robbed a bank."

"Really? Interesting and interestinger, didn't figure you for a criminal, love."

"Interestinger isn't a word, and I... it was a front."

"I was born before the English language was even a thing, don't try to lecture me."

Daisy stared at him for a while, before hesitating, and trying to get out of the bed. "I should get going I don't know why I even came here in the first place."

"No, no, lay back down. You need to take a break before you kill yourself. There is obviously something wrong, and my bloods not healing you so either something is wrong with you or with me." He said, handing her some painkillers to down with her scotch.

Daisy took the pills. Laying back down, "Fine, just for a little bit."

It didn't take long before she fell asleep.

Walking out from the room where Daisy laid, Klaus met Elijah, who was standing at the railing, staring out into the courtyard, sipping on a drink. "Daisy's back." He stated.

Klaus stood beside him. "Yes, she's hurt quite bad, so she'll be staying here until she's better." He told his brother, not leaving room for questions or denial.

"Does she know that?" Elijah asked, looking at his brother, the corners of his moth dragging upwards.

"She will." Klaus replied, staring out into the darkness of the night.

"Rebekah is not pleased." Elijah continued.

"She rarely is."

So, I posted another one! I hope to update a couple of times during the holidays, as I know I will probably get busy with school and everything quite quickly, and I want to at least start the progress of this story. This was originally a one shot, but inspiration struck, and I have now a couple of ideas of how this story may proceed. Hope you like it!