Third person point of view

The compound was already full of people when Klaus entered the homely court arm-in-arm with his sister. Everywhere around them, people in masks were talking, laughing and dancing. Klaus smiled for himself. He had always loved these kinds of get togethers. It made him feel somewhat alive and thriving.

He and Rebekah stopped while they looked around them. All sorts of acrobats and dancers were making their art on stages in between the crowd of people, and the whole thing was in one word spectacular. Klaus turned to his sister with a small smile.

"Well, this certainly is a fitting backdrop for tonight's events, I must say." He noted, earning a nod from his sister. She was still cold towards him because of Elijah, which Klaus still thought was completely unreasonable. However, Rebekah always came back around in time.

"I need booze." The blonde in question spoke with an annoyed voice, turning to Klaus. "Want some?" Klaus shook his head, and his sister left him standing alone. He himself was starting to search the crowd for any familiar faces when something caught his attention. The music around him had changed from electronic to a slow dance, and someone was playing a song very dear to him.

"I'm a fool to want you." The mesmerizing voice caught Klaus completely off guard as he quickly looked around to see where it came from. His eyes traveled over the room through the dim blue light, until they found its goal. In the far corner of the court, near the stairs that led up to the balconies, was a stage. Klaus slowly made his way through the crowd of vampires while his eyes watched the singer.

"To want a love that can't be true." Klaus's eyes roamed the woman from head to toe. They followed her long legs that were nearly exposed, weren't it from the see-through silk fabric that flowed from her waist. The black bodice clung to her upper body, fitting her like a glove. The same fabric that flowed down her legs also covered her arms. A sweetheart neckline showed off her curves perfectly, and Klaus had to resist the urge to lick his lips.

"I'm a fool to hold you." Finally, his eyes fastened on her face. The only thing he could make out, even though he was standing quite near her by now, was dark burgundy lips. A black mask with silver gems covered the rest of her face, making it impossible for the original hybrid to make out who the woman was. Lastly, her brown hair was tucked into a perfect 1920's hairdo. Klaus would know; he had been there.

"To share a kiss the devil has known." Her voice was the most beautiful thing that Klaus had ever heard, and that's saying very much. He was, after all, more than a thousand years old. Yet the voice itself wasn't very special; No, it was the feeling behind it that made his heart clench. And so, the cold-hearted monster Niklaus Mikaelson stood before the stage, not able to tear his eyes off the enchanting woman.


Juliette's point of view

Throughout half of the song, I noticed Klaus standing in front of the stage, watching me. I nearly lost my way with the words when I realized that he didn't recognize me. No, because there wasn't a smirk on his face. Only a pure, amazed and innocent expression that I had never seen on his face before. It made my heart beat faster than I wanted to, so I quickly tore my eyes away from the elegant man and tried to find Marcel in the crowd.

"Pity me, I need you." I sang as I finally found him in the crowd. To my dismay, he was speaking to Rebekah at the bar. I once again found myself nearly forgetting the words, so I gulped and looked back at Klaus. I would deal with Marcel later.

"I know it's wrong, it must be wrong." I closed my eyes, trying to get the picture of Marcel and Rebekah out of my mind. I was singing for Marcel's sake, and he was chit-chatting with his old flame. My blood was boiling with rage, but I let the song consume me.

"But right or wrong, I can't get along without you." The high note echoed through the room, and I opened my eyes again. I felt them travel back to Klaus's, and this time I didn't look away. He was looking at me so intently that it was hard to physically tear my eyes away from him. I– Well, there was something about his gaze that was so enthralling.

Klaus instantly walked up to me as soon as I had stepped down from the stage. I had noticed that Marcel was still speaking to Rebekah, so I gladly gave my hand to Klaus when he reached for it.

"What a stunning voice you have, love." He smiled before placing a kiss on my hand. I smiled back at him when a thought hit me; I could have a lot of fun with this. As long as I distorted my voice a bit, I could keep pretending that I was someone else.

"Thank you. What's your name?" I asked him, making my voice just a fragment lower. The change was barely noticeable, but still very different from my normal voice.

"Klaus Mikaelson. And what is yours, if I may ask?" The Original Hybrid replied with a charming smile. I was hit with the sudden realization that this was exactly like his first encounters with Rachel and Sofia. So this was how he wooed people… I had to admit that he was quite convincing.

"Evangeline Adams." Why, I can't be the only one with a made-up alias? This was the name I always used when Caroline and I played spies when we were little. Caroline… I hadn't thought of her for a while.

"Would you dance with me, Evangeline?" Klaus held out his hand. I threw a last glance at Marcel and the blonde she-devil before flashing the hybrid a smile. I took his hand and let him lead me to the dance floor. I was having the time of my life, living a double life. However, when Klaus put his hand around my waist, something sparked in me. Kind of like when I get visions, but… I didn't get a vision. Klaus smiled as he leaned in close to me, and I put my hands around his neck. I barely noticed the cellos in the band playing a cover of A Thousand Years, if it hadn't been for the fact that it was one of my favorite songs.

"You seem familiar. Have I met you before?" Klaus spoke close to my ear, his warm breath tickling my cheek. I gulped and fought back a blush. Damn it. I hated that he had this effect on me.

"No, I believe we haven't."

"I doubt I would forget a voice like yours." Klaus pulled back a bit and smiled knowingly. He still hadn't recognized me, and thank God for that. I was playing a dangerous game. I found myself thanking the brown contact lenses. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you might think I took the outfit a bit too far, but… To my defense, it was really helping me now. "I wish you would remove your mask, love." Klaus ran a finger along the curve of my jaw, and an involuntary shudder ran through my body. He seemed to notice and smirked. Then, he pulled me closer again and placed his cheek against mine. Meanwhile, I was trying to get my breathing to function normally.

"Klaus!" Marcel exclaimed from behind us, and I quickly pulled away from the Hybrid.

"Marcel. How nice to see you." Klaus beamed at his friend and put his hand on the small of my back. I saw Marcel clench his jaw. "This is–"

"Juliette." Marcel interrupted him, reaching out his hand to me and placing his arm around my shoulders. I removed my mask and gave Klaus a small smile. Time seemed to stop as I waited for his reaction. The hybrid looked baffled, while Marcel looked quite furious. Then, when I thought one of them was going to explode, Klaus's face cracked into a grin.

"I knew I had met you before, love." He told me, but his attitude toward me had changed. I couldn't quite put my finger on what; maybe it was the way a crack had appeared in his facade. "Well played."

"Let's dance." Marcel told me, and I waved a little at Klaus before following him.


"What were you doing, dancing with Klaus?" Marcel asked me, collected indignation in his eyes. I rolled my eyes, but followed his steps as he led me on the dancefloor.

"What were you doing, talking with Rebekah?" I retorted with equal anger. Okay, maybe mine wasn't as contained as Marcel's. I was jealous. I had a right to be, too. From what I saw, Marcel and Rebekah didn't have just a fling. The image was still burning in my mind.

"She was looking at you like she wanted to rip your head off, so I told her to back off." Marcel answered simply, as if it was nothing.

"Oh, please. You two were looking quite cosy." I scoffed, looking away from him. Couldn't he understand how neglected I felt? He had asked me to sing for him because he loves to hear me sing, and then instead of listening… He was talking to her.

"You know that there's nothing between us!" My boyfriend exclaimed, not containing his annoyance anymore. I looked back at him, fire in my eyes. I didn't even think of the fact that vampires all around us had stopped dancing and were looking at us. I believe that one of them was Klaus, and I was fairly certain that Rebekah was eavesdropping too.

"Fine, but then you can't blame me for dancing with Klaus!" I told him in return, lowering my voice. Although I guess that Klaus and Rebekah could still hear us with their vampire hearing.

"He can't be trusted–"

"When will you stop controlling me?" I released Marcel abruptly and took a step back. My temper was failing me completely, but Marcel freaking deserved it!

"Can't you see he's just using you?!" He shot back at me, and now I really noticed that people were backing away from us, creating an empty circle around us. "He's trying to lure you in to get to me!" My blood ran cold, and my heart seemed to drop into the pit of my stomach. I wanted to cry out in despair, but of course I didn't.

"Look, Marcel." I went up close to him and sneered in his face. I didn't let go of his gaze while I spoke. "Everything isn't about you, believe it or not. You might be king of all the vampires in New Orleans. But you don't own me. I won't let you treat me as if I'm some kind of object of yours! In that case, you might as well go back to Rebekah." I gave out a careless laugh, knowing that that brat was listening. "She seems like the type who would fall for your territorial bullshit. I'm not."

I turned around and waltzed out of the court. Once outside, I let the tears fall. The sadness didn't last for long, however. It was soon replaced by rage again, and I knew exactly what to do to to get it out of my system. Hunt.


The girl slumped to the ground and I savored the taste of her blood in my mouth. Hunting the young woman had made me forget the anger that I was feeling. I wiped my mouth off and felt my fangs retract. I threw one last glance at the woman. She was dead.

Oh my God. I had killed someone. I had killed a completely innocent, young girl. She can't have been more than fifteen. But she had been drunk, and she had been stupid enough to be out this late; Most of all, she'd been in the way of a confused, enraged and scared young vampire. I slid down to the ground next to the body and put my face in my hands. I was a monster. I was a beast. I was no more than an animal. The sobs filled me up as my shoulders started to shake violently. I felt so lost, so utterly lost.

"And we thought you'd never be in our reach." A british voice called out from the end of the dark alley, and my instincts kicked in. Within a second, I was standing before the owner of the voice with my fangs bared. The tall figure was standing in the shadow, so I couldn't see her face. Her voice felt fairly familiar, however.

"Yet here you are, completely unprotected." Another voice sounded from behind me, and I turned around. The other figure stepped out of the shadows, and I could see her face. Sofia. She looked down at the corpse on the ground next to us, and then back at me again. A flash of irritation appeared in her blue eyes.

"Was that really necessary? We're trying to keep a low profile here." She said, holding my gaze. She stepped closer to me, and I recognized Rachel. The latter grinned at me, showing me her fangs.

"You have no idea how hard it's been to find you." Her pastel pink hair was loose and flowed down her shoulders, and she was of course wearing heels. I was pretty tall, but compared to Rachel, I was a dwarf. Crap, why was I even thinking of these things? I should be putting up a fight, or fleeing.

"That vampire king, Marcel Gerard… He's held you in a tight leash." Sofia said, joining Rachel's side. My gaze flickered between them, and I didn't know what to do. Even trying to fight them would be a suicide, and trying to run would be useless.

"You're going to help us with something." Rachel went straight to the matter, cocking her head to the side and giving me a sweet smile. I could see through it, however.

"What if I don't want to help you?" I retorted, crossing my arms. It was no use, of course, but I wouldn't go with them completely voluntarily.

"Unfortunately, we aren't asking you." Sofia replied, and I barely had the time to blink before her hands wrapped around my neck. A sharp crack, and everything went black.