The Hybrid

I stare deep into the fireplace in my suite, my mind swimming with regret as the useless witch does her locator spell with my blood and some of Caroline's belongings. Because she was my mate and closer to death with every hour, I could feel her pain, the fever burning through her, growing more severe with every minute that passes.

I never felt so helpless.

I was wrong, I think, with gut wrenching remorse.

I was wrong to push her away.

If I didn't compel her memories, she would have never ran off when I kissed her. She wouldn't have gotten bitten.

And she wouldn't be out there, dying somewhere because of me.

I take a deep breath and run a hand through my hair in frustration.

I grab another bottle of scotch.

"Brother...that's your sixth one."

"Sod off Kol," I snap.

"She'll be alright."

I whirl around. "Oh? And you know that how? Hmm? Cause your bloody witch who still hasn't been able to find Caroline told you so?"

"If Bonnie can raise me from the dead, she can find Caroline."

I throw the bottle. it shatters loudly against the wall behind him as I flash in front him."Caroline doesn't have TIME. So do NOT stand here and patronize me!" I shout in his face.

The door to my studio cracks open, revealing Bonnie. Her features were drawn, her eyes exhausted from hours of chanting.

I push Kol aside, moving towards her. "Well?" I implore urgently, pressing down my anger. "Where is she?"

"She's in a brownstone in the French quarter," she says in a lifeless tone that makes my blood run cold. " But..." She chokes, gut wrenching sobs escaping her throat.

Panicking, I barely notice Kol leaving when I grab Bonnie by the shoulders, shaking her, "But what?!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a familiar figure standing in my bedroom doorway. My vampire and werewolf bodyguards lie lifelessly on the floor, as a woman with a head wrap comes into my room. She looks around quizzically before her eyes fall on me.

My eyes narrow dangerously at her, as i let go of a distraught Bonnie.

Sophie Devereaux. Every time i see this woman, she's telling me something I don't want to hear.

"Dearest Sophie. As much as i'd LOVE," i say with as much exaggeration and sarcasm as possible, "to hear more bad news or supernatural loopholes concerning my life, I will have to pass. Ms. Bennett and I are preoccupied."

"Caroline's with Marcel Klaus. She's dead."

My body becomes as cold as Arctic winter and my heart nearly stops. I couldn't have heard her correctly.

Fighting to control the range of emotions I feel, I barely whisper: "What?"

Sophie's eyes shine with tears as Bonnie starts her wretched sobbing again next to me. I clench my fists so hard, my nails dig into my palms, drawing blood.

"She's dead Klaus!" Sophie blurts out. "I'm sorry! Marcel and I just took her so she could tell us where Claire's body was so we could stop Silas, but there was the werewolf bite, and it just burned through her system so quickly..."

I couldn't listen anymore. It was all madness and lies. Was she really telling me I lost someone else that was everything to me? That I would never hear my Caroline laugh or smile again? That I would never hold her in my arms, kiss her and tell her what she meant to me?

No. It was a lie.

A LIE!

With my vampire speed, I storm out and go to the brownstone.

I had to see her. I had to see her with my own two eyes. If she was gone, REALLY gone, so help me, there would be no tomorrow for anyone in New Orleans.

Starting with Sophie Devereaux and Marcel.

My eyes flutter open. i find myself staring up at the ceiling.

Please, I mentally beg, please let it all have been a dream. let me just look around and find myself in the disgraceful mess i call a room.

I barely turn my head to make out brown haired blue eyed teenage girl smiling at me with dimples that can't help but remind me of Klaus.

Klaus...I find myself blushing. He had kissed me. The most powerful, killer hybrid in the world kissed me.

And I had punched him, my blush deepening further. It was totally a reflex but a bad one. So many from his gang jumped me. I was lucky to get out of there, but It doesn't change the fact that he's probably gonna hunt me till I'm dead. That's if this werewolf bite doesn't take me out first.

"No worries Care," says the girl. " Dad totally deserved getting socked in his jaw for compelling your memories away. Wish I could of done it myself, tell you the truth."

"Your dad?" My voice comes out hoarse. I try to turn my body so i can see her better, but it's too much for me. I just turn my head all the way to the side instead.

"Klaus is your dad?" I ask.

"Yeah. Poor me huh?" Her grin growing wider. I can't help but smile in return.

"Yeah, poor you."

"I'm Claire by the way."

My smile falters. "Claire? You're the one Marcel is looking for. He says you're my daughter."

"I am."

"But how? Vampires can't have kids. Plus, I don't even remember you."

Her beautiful smile finally falls, her gaze a mixture of hurt and seriousness. "Caroline. you're the only mother I've ever known. That's all that matters."

"Why are they looking for you Claire?"

"Her blood is one of the key ingredients to making the potion that will destroy Silas," says a deep male voice.

Marcel approaches me, sitting at the side of my bed. Claire stares at him sadly.

"You remember her now?" He asks. Guess he was done being rough nterrogating me after I passed out.

"No, but she was talking to me. Can't you see her?"

"How I wish," his gaze softens and the pain there is enough for me to make me want to cry.

I glance between the both of them, their expression so similar. Claire's eyes were starting to glisten with tears.

It clicks. "You were in love with her..." I whisper.

He gives me a lopsided grin. "For someone who says she's doesn't remember anything, you sure know a lot."

I suddenly start coughing, blood spattering on the sheets.

Marcel grabs me by the shoulders, steading me. My vision starts to blur, and i feel cold, as I feel my senses dwindling one by one...

"this is it, isnt it?" i whisper.

Marcel shakes me. "Hey. hey! Stay with me! You're not going to die!"

Claire's smirk returns, looking so much like Klaus that moment it puts me at peace. She decides to answer my question too. "No Care. Its only the beginning."

"Wake up."

I groan.

Someone shakes me roughly. "Wake. Up."

I slowly open my eyes and I nearly piss myself.

"Klaus."

He gives me a quick smirk. "Marcel."
before i can blink, he has me pinned against a wall. "Where. Is. Caroline?" Growls Klaus.

I glance at the empty bed behind him for a long moment before I remember. I quickly touch my neck where the flesh felt mushy like an open, festering sore.

Klaus glances at it, uncaring. "Yeah. Nasty werewolf bite you got there Mate. I won't ask again."

"Wait. What? No. No it can't be!"

He drops me.

"You can die in a few hours after you tell me where is Caroline," says Klaus, the fury in his eyes making me cringe.

"I don't know. All I remember is that she died in my arms and..."

Even though I had more to say, the expression on Klaus's face stops me.

The rage in his blue eyes disappeared and was filled with so much pain that it was nearly tangible. They had shiny ripples running through them and it wasn't until I saw one solitary tear fall that I realized he was crying.

The great, all powerful Klaus. My one time mentor and friend, was crying.

As quickly as that moment came, it was as quickly as that moment passed.

I feel a piercing in my abdomen. I shout out in pain, and then shout even louder when he twists the broken bed post inside me.

"You're going to die slow," he whispers in my ear. It was so empty and a matter of fact. "And I'm going to enjoy every scream."

"Klaus. Listen..." I groan.

"I'm done listening."

"She died in my arms but she came back. She came back klaus! She's the one who bit me."

"No lie you can say will save you."

"No! Klaus. He's not lying," the Bennett witch bursts in the room along with Sophie. "I didnt think it was possible, but, Caroline's in transition."

Klaus blinks rapidly, looking at the witches in confusion. "In transition? In transition into what?"

"A hybrid," says Sophie.

A heavy pounding on the door wakes me from my sleep. I glance at my alarm clock.

Who the hell is bothering me at 3am?

I groan, pulling the covers over my head. Maybe they'll go away.

After 10 minutes of persistent knocking, I throw off my sheets, flash down the stairs, and yank the door open.

"Who in the bloody hell..." My eyes widen when I see who it is.

"Bekah," Caroline gasps, barely holding herself up. "Please..." She looks up with at me with golden eyes. "Help me."

Then she collapses heavily front of me, unconscious.

A/N Well. There you go people! I rewrote this like 3 times before I felt okay with it. Hopefully you guys liked it! Next chapter, Caroline's transition and possibly some flashbacks 3 years into the past covering some burning questions I know you guys have. Again, keep the reviews and questions coming! ;)