A/N: Once again I apologize for the canon scene…I hate trying to incorporate them into my story because it makes writing the chapter a challenge…the AU stuff I make up just spills out of my head onto the page…the canon crap is a struggle to get out….so here's the next chapter! Enjoy!
OK amazing readers! I'm back! Thanks for your patience…I didn't have a moment of free time this weekend…and I didn't have WiFi either…haha oh well
I would like to make a humungous thanks to Alpha-Klaus on tumblr for the beautiful cover image! It is exactly how I wanted it!
He froze as he sensed a presence behind him.
He masked his face with indifference as he turned slowly, already knowing who was standing behind him.
Shane stood there, but there was a different air about him, he seemed powerful—more deadly than the weak human professor had been.
"Thank you," Silas said genuinely, causing Klaus to want to raise his eyebrows at him—he refrained keeping his mask in place. This was the oldest supernatural creature on the planet, he couldn't show weakness. "—out of the three massacres this is the one I was dreading."
"Silas I presume," Klaus said nonchalantly, smirking slightly.
Klaus took a step forward and they both stared at each other, sizing the other one up.
"I'll be needing that cure," Silas said as he stuck his hands into his pocket.
"I'm sorry mate—don't have it," Klaus said, making a show of patting down his pockets mockingly.
"But you know who does," Silas said knowingly, "—and the last thing that you want is for that cure to be used on you." Silas stepped closer, but Klaus stood his ground, cocky grin in place. "So you bring it to me—and it won't be." Silas raised his eyebrows at Klaus as if this was the perfect solution and said, "You get to live."
"Ha," Klaus barked out, "yeah, with all of my dad's supernatural enemies from the other side." Klaus wouldn't be played by this ancient warlock. He had spent a thousand years running from his father and his father's allies. He didn't intend on doing it all over again. Especially so soon after finally killing Mikael.
"Ah—" Silas started but was interrupted by Klaus.
"You know, you don't scare me Silas—or Shane or whoever you are," Klaus said arrogantly.
"I think I know what does," Silas said calmly, unaltered by Klaus's blatant disregard to his superior power. He reached into his jacket and pulled out the white oak stake, holding it up for show.
Klaus's eyes widened infinitesimally as the only weapon that could kill him, now was in the hands of the only supernatural being that might just be more powerful than him.
"Now where did you get that?" Klaus asked slowly, remaining calm—he again reminded himself not to show weakness to Silas.
"Well let's just say that your sister's mind is a little easier to read than yours," Silas said, now showing his own arrogance.
"So, care to reconsider my offer?" Silas asked slowly, a grin forming on his face as he believed he had won.
Klaus stared him down for a moment, acting as if he was contemplating the offer. He then suddenly flashed at Silas, planning to attack him—but he was gone. Klaus looked around for a moment, puzzled.
Suddenly the stake was thrust into his back beside his right shoulder blade. He cried out as he fell to his knees in agony, Silas squatting behind him as he twisted the stake into his back further.
"Missed by an inch," Silas whispered in his ear sarcastically. "But don't worry, I'm not trying to kill you—not just yet," he added calmly as he broke the protruding piece of the stake off, leaving most of it in Klaus's back.
Silas stood behind him tossing the piece of white oak he held up into the air and catching it in his hand. "Just a little something to remember me by," Silas said as he patted Klaus on the shoulder and walked past him.
"I'll be in touch," Silas called over his shoulder and then was gone.
Klaus fell forward onto his hands and knees, the moment that Silas was out of sight. Never in his life had he felt something so excruciating—and he had been through a lot of pain in his life. He tried to push himself back up onto his knees but fell forward again, hunched over in pain.
Gritting his teeth he tried again—this time managing to get to his knees, and then by some miracle to his feet.
How the hell was he going to make it back home? Stefan took his car and he was in no condition to run. He stumbled forward a step, trying to hold his breath. Every time he inhaled the stake pushed itself further into his right lung. He could feel his skin slowly stitching itself back over the hole in his back—sealing the stake in his body.
Taking another step he groaned in pain, he needed to get the damn thing out of his back. Reaching over his shoulder, he dug his fingers into his own flesh through the hole in his jacket and shirt.
No use. He needed some sort of pliers or something to pry it out. Or somebody.
He slowly extracted his phone from his pocket being careful not to jostle his right arm too much. Still gritting his teeth in pain he scrolled through his recent calls and clicked on Stefan's name. It rang several times, and then went to voicemail. He let out a growl as he realized he would have to stumble all the way back to his house with the stake in him. Stupid, bloody Ripper—can't even answer his phone.
He contemplated calling Caroline but then quickly brushed the idea aside as his pride got the better of him. He was going to have to get it out on his own. In his frustration he shoved the phone forcefully into his pocket and growled at his own stupidity and pain, as the stake pressed further into his insides.
He stumbled forward a few steps and leaned against a tree heavily. Well better make it quick, like ripping of a Band-Aid—as the humans called it. Taking in a slow deep breath and holding it, he bolted forward a few hundred meters—and then slumped against a tree again, crying out in pain. He took a minute to slowly catch his breath, and then repeated the process of bolting and leaning against trees in pain.
Eventually, after ten painstaking minutes he reached his house. He stumbled through the front door and into the parlor. He grabbed the first bottle of alcohol he came across and gulped it down as he leaned against the table. Hopefully it would take the edge off of the pain.
He slammed the bottle down as he tried to breathe evenly. Why did that infuriating immortal warlock have to stab him in his lung of all places?
Klaus slowly stumbled over to the desk in the corner and yanked at the drawers, pulling them clean out of their frames. Luckily he came across some pruning shears in the second drawer, but he was still going to have the problem of vantage point.
He knew there was no logical way that he would be able to pry the stake from his own back, but he was stubborn, and he refused to call Caroline for help. She needed to realize that he wouldn't be there as her personal punching bag. He wouldn't cater to her every whim, only for her to reject him and hurt him. He was going to get this damn piece of wood out of his back, on his own. He didn't need Caroline's help after all she had said.
He spent a better part of the next two hours trying to get it out. He tried everything from plunging the sheers into his back—to repeatedly dislocating his shoulder to ease his access to it. Everything he tried was of no use and now he sat on the floor next to the bloody sheers trying to decide what to do.
His sister was off with her new best buddy the bloody doppelganger. His brother was god knows where and at the moment didn't want to speak to him. Stefan was not answering his phone.
He growled as he realized he was going to have swallow his pride and call Caroline.
Caroline's eyes opened to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. She stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, enjoying the peacefulness of an empty house. She rolled over and grabbed her phone off the nightstand to check the time. She clicked the hold button watching it illuminate and groaned at the number of messages on it. It was 3 pm, well into the afternoon. She had slept the morning away—and now she was going to pay for it with the girls on the prom committee. Minus Rebekah, who for some reason was running around with Damon and Elena in New York. Her classmates seemed to think the best way to get her attention was to leave her eighteen text messages and seven missed calls.
She rolled her eyes, not bothering to check her messages and rolled out of bed. She needed to take that shower now, especially if she was going to spend today around her judgmental classmates. She pulled the bag her mother had brought her onto her bed and started rummaging around in it for an outfit. Settling on a long top and some leggings, she walked into the ensuite bathroom and turned on the shower. Peeling off her clothes from the previous day, she opened the door to the shower and climbed under the stream of hot water.
Twenty minutes later, she was pulled out of her daydream as she heard her phone start ringing on the sink. God those girls needed to give it a rest, she thought as she climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her.
She picked up her phone, just as it stopped ringing. Now her phone said eight missed calls. The last one was from Jenny.
She rolled her eyes as she typed out a text to get the girls to chill out.
I overslept, alarm didn't go off…on my way
That ought to keep them satisfied for a few minutes she thought as she rolled her eyes and started pulling on her leggings and then the rest of her clothes.
She quickly put on some makeup and blow-dried her hair into loose waves. No time to curl it today she thought with a frown as she walked into her room and threw a few items in her purse. She had been dreaming of prom since she was a little girl—and nothing was going to ruin it for her. Not Elena, or Silas, or even Klaus.
She walked out the front door of the Salvatore boarding house and then frowned at the empty driveway.
She had no car with her because Klaus had been the one driving them around, or she had just been flashing everywhere. No time to go get her car, she thought with a shrug as she flashed off towards the high school.
When she arrived she noticed from the cars in the parking lot that only Jenny and two other girls where actually there.
She walked into the cafeteria where the girls were brainstorming and set to work.
About forty minutes into planning her phone started ringing on the table. She glanced down at it and frowned as she saw Klaus flashing on the screen. She ignored it, letting it ring, and continued talking about the theme.
Thirty seconds later it started ringing again. She let out a huff and didn't even bother looking at it, letting it go to voicemail, as she wrote down some ideas.
He didn't call again. Well she thought he was done—until three minutes later, when her phone started ringing again.
She was going to let it go to voicemail again, but Jenny slammed her hand down on the table.
"Gah, Caroline answer your damn phone!" the girl nearly shouted in annoyance.
"I'm busy," Caroline said in a sickly sweet voice as she continued to write on the paper.
"We got enough done and can spare you to go deal with whatever that person seems to want so badly," Jenny countered, walking over and picking up Caroline's abandoned phone. She held it out at Caroline, who just stared at the object as if she didn't know what to do with it.
"Fine," Caroline huffed as she grabbed the phone from Jenny's outstretched hand and stuffed it into her pocket. She grabbed her purse, throwing it onto her shoulder. "Try to finish coming up with the materials list before you guys leave," she said and then turned to leave.
She was going to have to go see what Klaus needed so badly.
A/N: Well lovely readers! I hope you enjoyed that chapter ;) We are getting closer to the part where that switch goes back to the on position ;)
Ok so no hallucination of Caroline/Silas tormenting him…I may use something similar in the future? Idk im keeping my options open! Lol
Btw, in my story…the stake is really in his back ;)
Reviews and suggestions keep me going ;) U guys know the drill!