Bitten
A/N You guys are awesome! This story as a whole has gotten over 5,000+ views and we are only halfway :)! A special shout out to the Sheep of destiny that lead me to do some important revisions to the last chapter. Much love to Justine, aaaamber, and jessnicole that have been so consistent in reviewing this story. I'm in dilemma guys and I need your input. I'm starting to realize that I really enjoy writing the flashbacks of what happened 20 years ago regarding all the characters and I'm debating if I should just stick with the flashbacks in this story or should I write a prequel to this story. Please let me know your thoughts! Now, to the story!
I get out of the car, with every intention of flashing to the front door of the family mansion.
But the memories here are so potent, it cripples me in place.
18 years ago, i had stepped out of another car, watching Caroline pull out Claire that was nearly two at the time.
Elijah, Rebekah and stefan step out of the car, everyone smiling without a care in the world, excited to move in the newly finished home.
It's nearly physically painful to remember how happy I was, how happy we were.
So much has happened on these grounds. Thousands of parties, both bloody or strictly good fun, game and movie nights, family spats...
A wedding...
And I made her forget it all.
"Klaus."
Sophie comes up next to me with what looked like a huge grimoire in her hands, along with a concerned Marcel and Bonnie.
"You alright?" Asks Sophie.
"Let's go," I say, speeding off to the front door of the mansion, ignoring them. As I reach for the doorknob, the door opens, revealing Rebekah.
Blood is all over her nightgown, deepening my worry.
"Nik!" She utters with a sob, jumping into my arms.
I hesitate briefly, before i hug her.
"There, there love," I say, patting her back softly. I inhale deeply, and smell it.
Death. Blood.
Her blood.
Caroline!
I let go of Rebekah, ready to flash up the stairs, but she grabs me.
"No! No Nik. You can't!"
"Let me go Bekah!"
"No!"
"She's hurt!" I hiss, about to break free just as Marcel grabs me.
"Niklaus," a weak voice whispers.
I freeze, turning my head to the living room.
If it weren't for my vampire hearing, I wouldn't have heard Elijah.
Seeing my attention is no longer upstairs, Rebekah releases me and Marcel follows suit.
The minute I flash into the living room, I start to walk slowly, the sight before me, disturbing.
Elijah is lying on the couch in only his dress pants, his hair matted on his forehead, drenched with sweat.
His eyes are hazy as he stares at me approaching.
"You're dying," I say.
It wasn't a question. First Caroline. Now Elijah's on death's doorstep.
"So it seems Brother."
I kneel beside him, my hand on his forehead. He's burning up!
Then I notice it. A bite at the nape of his neck. It looked like a festering sore, similar to Marcel's werewolf bite.
"It was Caroline," I hear Rebekah say behind me. " She bit him."
I shake my head, still looking at Elijah. "Elijah is an original. A werewolf bite can't kill him."
"Caroline's a hybrid Klaus," says Sophie, now kneeling next to me. She has her hands over Elijah, eyes closed. "And not a regular one. One created by a potion made by a very powerful witch. The magic in it must have made her venom more potent than an average werewolf bite. Obviously powerful enough to kill an original."
Instinctively, I bite my wrist and push it against Elijah's mouth. He pulls my wrist closer, taking a few swallows until he starts to cough up my blood violently. With a gasp, he loses consciousness, turning pasty white.
I grab him panicking. "Elijah! Elijah!"
"Don't worry," says Sophie. " He's not dead...yet."
I sigh, sitting heavily on the ground.
"Looks like not even Klaus's blood can heal him," observes Marcel.
"I don't understand," I say to no one in particular in frustration. "It healed Marcel's bite."
"i'm assuming Caroline's bite wasn't lethal because she was in the beginning of her transition," says Bonnie gravely.
"So that's it?" Asks Rebekah frantically, "we have to sit here and watch Elijah die?"
Sophie grabs the grimoire next to her, putting her finger where a bookmark is. She opens it and looks at me expectantly.
Confused, I look at the open page. The writing was in Aramaic, but the pages were amazingly crisp, like it was written yesterday. Very uncharacteristic for an old book. The pages must of been spelled to be preserved so well.
But for the book to be written in Aramaic and seeing the contents that it contained made me know one thing for certain.
"This is not yours," i say slowly, reading.
She smiles. "no. this is Qestiyah's."
I look up at her stunned. "Where did you find it?"
"On the island that Silas was buried. Katherine was real helpful by guiding us there and letting us use Qestiyah's tombstone."
Katherine? Before i can ask more details, Bonnie's accuses heatedly:
"That's a lie. This is no time for jokes."
"Bonnie," I say quietly, going back to my reading, "The writing is the same as what was on the Hunter's sword. Furthermore, it has the ingredients, side effects and benefits of the potion Silas had with him. Along with..." I can't help but smile, "the ingredients to the cure for immortality."
"I knew it!" Exclaims Sophie excitedly. " I told you Marcel! I told you there was a cure!"
"And I told you only an original or Qestiyah herself could read that thing!"
Responds marcel.
"If that grimoire really is Qestiyah's," says Bonnie, narrowing her eyes at grimoire, "then that belongs to me. I'm the descendent of her bloodline."
Bonnie reaches for it, but marcel grabs her before I can react. "Back off. We need to use it. You can't read it anyway!"
They glare at each other, Bonnie seething with a type of rage ive never seen in her eyes before. it was dark, malevolent. not Bonnie at all...
Breaking me from my thoughts, Rebekah asks me excitedly, "So Nik. Does it say anything about the bite?"
I turn back to the grimoire and read aloud.
" 'The product of the Hybrid potion, through its bite, has the ability to inflict the slow and painful to any supernatural creature that walks the earth. Such a bite can only be healed by the blood of the Hybrid that the potion created. The hybrid must have survived transition for its blood to be used as a cure.' "
"So," says Rebekah, deep in thought. "We can't save Elijah until Caroline completes transition."
"But how?" Asks Marcel. "Queenie already drank the blood of a vampire," he points to himself, " the blood of an original," he nods towards Elijah, "those witches..."
"...A blood bag and a rabbit..." adds Rebekah.
"...And none of it has worked!" Finishes Marcel.
"Maybe it says something about the transition in the book?" hints Sophie hopefully.
I speed read, looking through the pages.
"Nothing," I growl. "Nothing."
Rebekah sinks to the ground, her eyes empty. "Then they both are going to die," she whispers, broken.
Something snaps in me, hearing those words. I grab her by the shoulders, shaking her violently. "No! No! I won't allow it!"
I drop her to the ground, racking my brain desperately for an answer.
"There is one other option we didn't try," murmurs Bonnie.
The whole room turns to her, waiting to finish.
"We haven't tried the blood of a hybrid," Bonnie says, giving me a meaningful gaze.
My eyes widen. Of course.
I flash up the stairs.
"Nik! Nik! Don't go up there!" Shouts Rebekah after me. "The vervain's gonna wear off any minute now. She's gone rabid! The hunger's consumed her! She attacked Elijah! She'll attack you too! NIK!"
I won't lose Caroline. Those words possessing me, propelling me forward. I won't!
I push the door open, and walk towards the bed.
Caroline is there.
On our bed.
I stand over her, the moonlight making her glow like a fallen angel, her beautiful golden hair spread over the pillow like a halo.
Though she was covered in blood, she is still the most exquisite creature I had ever laid my eyes on.
I sit on the edge of the bed, pushing her hair from her face, cupping her cheek.
The contact floods me with memories of long lost kisses, caresses that make my heart ache and yearn for her.
I should of never let her go. I should of kept her closer, held her and told her every day what she meant to me.
"Caroline."
Her eyes snap open, her eyes golden, wild.
"Thirsty," she rasps. "So thirsty."
Before I knew it, she tackles me on the floor and sinks her fangs into my throat.
The initial pain from her venom fades and quickly becomes euphoric, erotic even.
I find myself holding her against me, moaning her name as she drinks. The room starts to spin, feeling myself weakening.
"No!"
Suddenly, Caroline is thrown off me.
Rebekah stands protectively in front of me as Caroline lands on her feet like a cat and lunges at her.
Reacting faster than Rebekah, I intercept Caroline so hard we go flying out the french doors leading to the terrace, break the railing and fall into the grassy field below.
I pin her under me, but her strength takes me by surprise and she manages to kick me off her.
She stands up, her eyes now golden with red specks in them. The wildness was gone from them. The Black veins pulse under her eyes, her fangs glistening with blood.
"Caroline..."
"How could you?" She hisses at me, her glare severe. "How could you compel me?"
I stand slowly, my heart beating rapidly as I realize that my Caroline had come back to me.
The Caroline I married, the Caroline who was my mate.
My queen.
Before I can answer her, my throat burns and I gingerly touch the bite at my neck. I blink, the venom making me see stars. i fall backwards onto the ground, darkness enveloping me.
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