A/N: First and most importantly: thanks to MissBootjah for awesome reviews and support! And on that note, it's come to my attention, that not all readers necessarily watches 'The Originals' and thus, points may have been lost. In this story, Klaus and others in New Orleans refer to a war with the witches, happening centuries ago, in a "dark time of the New Orleans history", this is not something I've come up with, but something cooking in 'The Originals' plotline right now. It is very important in Klaus' story, since it is something that effects his family and home. So, while Caroline and her friends are fighting Katherine's newest scheme in Mystic Falls, Klaus is smack in the middle of a supernatural war between vampires and witches in New Orleans. I can really only recommend everyone to watch 'The Originals' for one: I will probably have more references and people, which is from that show (like Cary, who actually is from Klaus' werewolf clan and not my OC), and secondly, it's a really good and exciting show, but let's be honest, can it be anything else with Joseph Morgan's Klaus? No, didn't think so ;P

Anyway, that being said, let's move on with the story with:

Chapter Three

Caroline groaned, waking with a major headache, which could only be from the major bump on her head. She lifted her hands slowly, trying to be rid of the pains, but learned quickly that it was impossible. Moving both her hands caused a rattling sound of chains, which worried Caroline and made her open her eyes hesitantly. It was dark around her, it took a few minutes for her eyes to readjust and when they finally did, she could only make out a few things. A small-enclosed room, with hard cement floor and cold brick walls, she spotted a few boxes in one corner, but otherwise it seemed empty. Caroline moved a bit, to be more comfortable and wondered how she had ended up in such place. The last thing she remembered was Tyler appearing in front of her, mid brunch, talking about her helping him with some unfinished business. She never heard what the supposed business was though, because next thing she knew, Caroline had woken up in this unknown place. Just what had happened? What had she gotten herself into? She sighed and hit her head against the wall in frustration, an action she quickly regretted, when it only inflicted more pain to her throbbing head. Caroline cursed and bit her lip, biting down the pain. She pulled the chains violently, trying to rip them out of their hinges, as she told herself, that she had been in worse situations. This was nothing, compared to being accused of spying and held captive, tortured in dark chambers of East Europe and China, during wartime. She could and would get off out of this… whatever this was.

Distant footsteps caught Caroline's attention. Several footsteps, one of them quick high heels and another more like a lazy shuffle. Whoever it was, they were coming closer. Maybe this was her change, if she was able to trick or overpower, whoever was approaching, she would be out, and about in no time.

"I happened to meet a lovely old friend of yours, visiting town, and after a little chat, she's just dying to catch up with you, so why don't we make an arrangement for the two of you? But you better come alone, my other friends aren't as hospitable as I am. Sincerely Hazel. PS. Sweet daughter you have."

"Who the bloody hell is Hazel!" Klaus roared and hammered his fist in the desk. Thierry, Joshua and Cary stood in a corner; close to, the door and looked nervously from one another, to their leaders gathered in the room, back to the door, which seemed more and more appaling. In the 500 years they had known the original hybrid, they had never seen him this furious, which said a lot. Both Elijah, Rebekah and Marcel, being more used to Klaus' tantrums, stood calmly by as their brother and friend lashed out. Klaus had immediately shared the message, from the, now torn letter with his most trusted and he wanted, no demanded answers right away.

"Well, it's obviously no one from here, none in the covenant goes by that name," Marcel said with a shrug and pushed himself, from the wall he had been leaning against. Klaus glared, at his friend as he approached the desk with shredded pieces of the letter. The pieces, which had been put back together, was yet again readable for everyone in the room.

"And just who is this 'lovely old friend of yours'?" he asked, looking up at Klaus, who's glare in return intensified.

"Let me guess," Rebekah intervened, "Caroline Forbes, the little meddlesome vampire from Mystic Falls?" Her voice did not hide the fact that she thought it was ridicules, "I can't believe you're still hung up on her. Weren't you the one who taught me love was a waste for time?" Klaus didn't answer his sister, but looked at her with eyes, that could easily kill. Rebekah didn't falter but squinted, glaring back at him defiantly. Elijah cleared his throat, when the awkwardness between them became too much.

"Marcel, did you ask Selena to accompany us?"

"Yes, he did and here I am," a slightly hoarse female voice interrupted, before Marcel could reply. Everyone turned their attention to the door, by the new voice. A tall, dark and middle age looking woman entered the room. In a matter of seconds, Klaus had whooshed, graphed Selena by the neck and violently pushed her against the nearest wall, causing several bottles of alcohol to crash from their shelves.

"Where is she!" Klaus roared, his yellow hybrid eyes appearing. He tightened his grip around the witch's neck, digging his fingers hard against her throat. Klaus felt her pulse quicken, against his fingers, as Selena gagged, fighting for whatever little air, she could muster. Marcel moved to aid Selena, but Elijah stopped him, shaking his head.

"Niklaus, killing her, does not help us find Miss Caroline," Elijah said, trying to reason with his brother. The only approach to a furious Klaus, which had ever worked. The hybrid eyes faded from Klaus' face but the grip didn't.

"Who is Hazel, tell me!" He said dangerously through grinded teeth.

"I, I don't know," Selena gasped.

"How do we even know that it's a witch?" Marcel questioned, "Just because, this Loockwood, was seen with someone, who supposedly are witches, doesn't mean they're behind it, right?"
Klaus looked down, sighing, before giving Marcel one of his looks.

"Because, witches are sneaky, untrustworthy, cold and selfish bitches," he said, as if it was obvious.

"And you're such a saint, right?" Rebekah commented raising an eyebrow, earning a small grin from Marcel. Klaus' eyes shot daggers at his witty sister, before turning his attention back to the witch, whose face was slowly paler.

"If I find out, that you're lying and something happens to Caroline," Klaus said in a low threatening voice, never taking his eyes from Selena, "I will hunt down, every single one of you, young and old, pretty and ugly. I will roam every nation, city, village, every dark corner of this world and I will rip your hearts out, one by one, until this world is finally free from you lot. No witch will ever feel safe, I promise."

A dead silence filled the room, following Klaus' declaration and bleak promise. Everyone knew that he was not kidding and he was very much capable of executing the threat. Klaus slowly released his grip on Selena, who fell to the ground, coughing and gasping for air. He watched her for a moment, eyes cold and emotionless, before turning to Cary, Thierry and Joshua, who all three had gone slightly pale with fear. They jumped when he spoke to them.

"Cary, Thierry and Joshua, I want you three to go and sniff out whatever you can about this Hazel, who she is, where she's from and what her intentions are." Klaus said, his voice now calm and full of authority, "Use every thinkable and unthinkable connection, every dirty trick, everything – I want her found!" The three vampires and hybrid nodded and ran out the door. Klaus turned to Selena, who was still on the floor.

"You," he said coldly, "This is your chance to show your allegiance and making yourself useful, do a locator spell on Caroline, tell me where she is,"

Selena glared up at Klaus, before sighing resignedly and standing up, facing him.

"Fine, but I'll need something of hers," she said, crossing her arms. Klaus gave her a smile with fake sweetness.

"Of cause you do, because you can't do anything yourself,"

Klaus whooshed away and came back, in a matter of seconds, with a pair of white gloves, which Caroline had worn and forgotten when they had met, a few nights ago.

After making sure that Selena would be safe, with Elijah there, he left to help track down Hazel and tired of all the tension, drama and not caring about Caroline, Rebekah left, leaving Elijah alone to deal with Klaus and Selena.

Elijah watched as the witch prepared her spell and started ranting.

"Is all this really necessary brother?" he asked quietly, trying not to disturb Selena, "Maybe Marcel is right, and it's nothing. I'm sure Miss Caroline is just fine."

Klaus looked at his brother, his eyes full of disbelieve.

"She threatened me, Elijah, using dirty tricks," he whispered, rage fueling by every word, "and mentioned Lucia. Lucia, Elijah! I can't let her get away with that, I'll find her, whoever she is and then I'll rip out her heart! No one, I repeat no one, threatens me or my family and gets away with it!"

A/N: Ah, I love writing a cruel Klaus, so much fun! I'm very careful about not making him too OOC and I hope I managed, but please let me know! And just for your info, Thierry and Joshua are 'The Original' characters too, which I like and thus added to this story. I don't know if you found Caroline's "being held as a war prisoner" experience too much, but I wanted to show how though, she had become. That she's not necessarily someone who needs rescue, because she can fight for herself and she's not easily frightened. I hope I managed to express that :)

Anyway, please, PLEASE review! It's your comments which makes me write this story, so if you wanna see this to then end, let me know! :)