Okay this is done way earlier than I expected it to be. I don't know how it happened, but I don't think anybody is complaining ;) Please do not expect me to update every day; this is just a weekend-and-hiding-from-my-study kind of thing.
I must say I also got it done earlier because I saw I had already 64 visitors on my story just overnight! And then I also had 3 alerts! I had no idea what that meant but after searching I became very happy =P I even had a review, which made my heart melt.
I would like to thank Blackraven777for being my first reviewer, I'll love your forever for it!

Could anybody explain me how you can reply to reviews? Is it the button right in the top of the review box or is there another way?

Now, while reading this please keep in mind that Hannah is raised by Klaus himself (or by other vampires when he was away), I believe that to be as close as you can get to being raised by wolves (no pun intended).
Then there is the Disclaimer: The Vampire Diaries belongs to L.J. Smith and the series to CW. Or something like that, anyways not to me! Unfortunately I wasn't born that lucky (again, no pun intended).

NOW GO BE FREE AND ENJOY =) Leave me some love while you're at it ;)

Chapter 1: in which a teenage girl is being spoiled.

A girl from seventeen year old sits silently in an airplane chair, staring at the charming blond man sitting in front of her. He is obviously ignoring her, gazing the other way, not blinking. The teenager looks at the other two passengers sitting with them, the guy sitting next to her shakes his head sharply for only a second, a warning expression on his face as he sees the grin that spreads over hers. She chooses to not have seen that.
"Daddy?" She speaks, slowly, with a heavy British accent, once again looking at the handsome blond. She can barely finish before a cold strong hand clings around her throat, pushing her into head deeper into the fabric of the airplane chair. The blonde stands towering over her, a wild, furious scowl on his face.
"Don't call me that!" He roars, his speech is even heavier laced with accent than the girl's. Only more old-fashioned, making it sound more threatening. The other passengers coward slightly, she can only grin.
"Always such a temper," she utters. His face darkens, his jaw working and she can feel his hand tightening around her throat but she isn't afraid. Not really, anyway, she loves the adrenaline rush she gets from provoking her guardian. "What got you in such a bad mood, today, huh, Niklaus?" She asks, semi interested. She knows what got her into her bad mood, but Niklaus was the one who planned all this, so he hardly had any right to be unhappy about it. On the contrary, he should be gloating.
And as if it was the key word he let her go and his scowl turns into a grin, almost as if he is mocking her.
"You," he says simply as he pets her hair. "Isn't it always you? ' Have learned to push my buttons all too well." He lets his finger glide from her hair to her jaw line, sliding it all the way to her chin before looking her in the eye, ending the conversation and sitting back down.
It is once again still in the airplane, nobody else being there but the four of them. No other passengers since they sort of hijacked the plane, obviously Klaus does not like to share. As soon as their little entourage had set foot in London Heathrow, Niklaus had found a stewardess to compel, making her announce that flight number AA 6708 towards New York JFK, was cancelled. Sending all the normal passengers home. Then they only had to find the flight, compel the humans standing by the boarding gate to let them through and the pilots and crew to think that there was nothing out of ordinary happening, and they were ready to go.
That is the way Niklaus handles things, Hannah has to admit it was diabolical yet genius, just the way she likes it.
The silence however is not the way she likes it. Next to that she cannot let Klaus get away with having the last word.
"That's because I get the chance," she once again gets a penalizing glaze from Frederick for opening her mouth and once again she plays oblivious. Klaus does not even try to entertain her. She can't believe the prick he is. Even after so many years his rudeness and selfishness get's her going crazy. Annoyed and angry because of the lack of attention she continues, not one to give up that easily.
"'Cause we all know that you won't kill me," she adds, making it sound like she is Niklaus' biggest weakness.
"Yet," He snaps. Because he can simply not let her get away with being so prissy. If he could have, he would have killed her years ago. But instead he had to keep her, feed her, teach her and entertain her. As if he has nothing better to do than fucking babysit.
He glances at her and finds her staring at him with a pissed look in her eyes.
Instead of killing her he had to raise her, she being now more like him than anybody could stand and she is his biggest weakness. Did he first not let her out of his sight because she was a puzzle he had to solve and where other people could not know about, now he has to keep her by his side – always – since she knows him better than anyone. It is a huge risk keeping her alive, her knowing his ways, his buttons, his thoughts, but he could simple not just kill her. Then he might never find out what her secret is and what if there were more like her? He cannot not understand this, he has to know everything, before everybody, or one day someone might overpower him.
"Why don't you just kill me know then?" Hannah calls, throwing her arms in the air.
"Hannah," he sighs, annoyed and on edge. He is feeling way too impatient to be dealing with her tantrums now but of course she does not stop.
"Instead of shipping me off to fucking Voreginia!" She yells, standing up from her chair.
"It's Virginia and please sit down," Niklaus speaks icily.
"That is not the point," she says, glaring at her guardian. Niklaus represses the urge to roll his eyes, knowing that that will only anger her more. "The point is that you shipped me all around the world since you killed my parents and that I'm getting fed up by it." Her tone becoming more accusing with every word.
"Deal with it," he deadpans.
"I LIKED ENGLAND!" She screams and then he is standing in front of her again, holding her chin with his thumb and index finger, to make her look up to him. Hannah can feel her stomach drop this time as she meets the deranged gaze in his eyes.
"I need to take care of business in Virginia that will take a while," he speaks slowly as if every word needs to sink in; "and I would be mental if I left you in England all by yourself," he continuous.
Hannah sees a stewardess coming over in the corner from her eyes and wants to say; 'No', but knows better than to interrupt Klaus when he is angry like this. She would like to stay conscious at least until they are in Vir-fucking-ginia, thank you very much.
"Can I help you with,-" Niklaus has the stewardess her head in his hands before he knows I – seeing red – he bites into her shoulder, draining her in a matter of seconds before he lets her fall. He sighs, slightly annoyed with himself but takes it out on his servants.
"Well what are you waiting for?" He snaps, staring at Ruth. "Clean this mess up!"
Ruth, who was sitting next to Niklaus rushes up to remove the body. Niklaus then turns back to the girl that he ended up adopting (although not legally), she looked at him with a satisfied smirk.
"Couldn't control yourself, daddy?" She sing-songs and he snaps; gripping her by her throat and pushing her back in her seat, compelling her to; 'Shut the fuck up!'

Once in JFK their entourage start to go through the same motions as they did at Heathrow, Hannah follows everybody with a glance that could kill (unfortunately, all Klaus his servants are already dead) and her lips pursed tight together. Niklaus is feeling an awful lot better knowing that his feet are on the same grounds as his lovely doppelganger. Things are finally looking up, now if his witches could finally find something on Hannah he would truly be having a great day. He looks around to see where his teenager is hanging out and finds her angrily waiting by the luggage. He wants to turn away and go find the pilot and crew to compel and get to Virginia already, but a boy behind the slouching Hannah catches his eyes. He is looking at her and pushes himself from the wall he was leaning on, starting to make his way towards her. Niklaus quickly searches for Frederick, who is supposed to handle all things considering Hannah at all times but can't find him anywhere.
"Always have to handle everything myself," he growls and speeds towards the boy. One hand on his shoulder and the other on one the wall, locking the boy in, Niklaus pushes the guy into the wall. He can smell the blood coming from his head, but has other matters to deal with.
"Looking at my girl, mate?" He asks, smiling evilly. The boy is just gasping for breath, his brown eyes like saucers.
"What, no, I wouldn't," he starts murmuring, pale and shocked, looking from the pretty girl to the guy that is standing in front of him.
"I believe you where, in fact I believe you are still looking at her." He wants to snap the boys fucking head of, but with all the security walking around on JFK that would be something even he did not get away with.
"I, just,-"
"Oh, shut up," Niklaus snaps, moving his hand from the wall to the guys throat, putting on a little pressure. "Don't ever think girls like her are interested in a pathetic guy like you," Niklaus grins, giving the guy a once over as to proof his point. "I don't think any girl will ever be interested in you, to be honest," the boy sobs and Niklaus has had enough. "Walk away and don't ever look or even think about girls ever again." He orders, compelling the guy.
With a satisfied smile he turns and sees his servants coming out of the plane, signing that everything is ready. He walks up to Hannah, who is standing with her arms crossed and still looks rather pissed. Niklaus just smiles as he leads her into the plane, his hand on her back.
He feels her yanking on his T-shirt and looks down to her angry face.
"What wrong, my love?" He smiles, more sarcastic than anything else. She punches him in his side with a blow harder than he expected. "Ow, have you been practising you punches?" He jokes and quickly catches both of her fists before they go flying. "Okay, okay, you're allowed to speak again." He gives in.
"You're such a dick," is the first thing she says. He gives her a scolding look.
"Don't make me regret this, Hannah," he threatens lightly.
"I'll make you regret ever being born!" She yells, stamping into the airplane and choosing a seat away from the rest. He leaves her be, nowhere she can go once the plane is in the air anyway and sitting far away will stop her from annoying him. It's a win win.
"You already do," he yells back to her, not leaving her with the last word, he hears her grunt in reply. Frederick walks by him and he makes the guy stop.
"I had to stop a boy from talking to Hannah," he says, the vampire's facial expression changes into a more serious one. "As much as I enjoyed compelling him to turn gay, never leave me to do your job, again," he warns. "Don't let her out of your sight, you won't survive it." And with that he takes his own seat, calling a stewardess for a drink, he is about ready to toast for his sacrifice.

Thank you again for reading, I hope I lived up to what you expected from this story. I know that the prologue is different than this, but that is because it is the prologue. I hope you are liking this more and not less! If you have something to say about my writing, or if you saw a mistake somewhere, you are welcome to leave a review. Everybody is =)

The Preview: Chapter 2: In which the princess is locked up in the highest tower of vir-fucking-ginia.