Sorry that this chapter is a little bit shorter then all of the others, but I couldn't decide exactly decide what to do with this. Also there is anther dilemma. Elijah is not in season four! (so far), but still anyone have any ideas on what I should do about that?

Also a few of you were saying how you would like a Klaus/OC story, so I've attatched a preview of one that I'm working on now. It's called "A Sire Bond".

This story starts at the very beginning of season three, and we meet Elena's younger half sister who is also a werewolf. When Klaus turns her, she becomes sired to him. I think we all know where this is going...

Anyway I don't own anything, etc. etc.

Previously on the Vampire Diaries

"How?"

"We're going to fix her."

Rebekah pov (the morning after the previous episode)

I had looked around relentlessly for Abby the previous night and this morning. We had made plans for Abby to take me shopping and introduce me to shopping malls. However she had not arrived at the Salvatore home when she said she would.

So I went to the Gilbert home. She wasn't there either. Then I tried the school, and I still got no luck.

Where was she? I am in desperate need of girl time.

Then my ears picked up something that caught my interest. "How is she?" Of course it was the little Gilbert boy. He was on that little cellular device that Abby had showed me how to use. At least, I think I was doing it right.

"Damon's been knocking her out every time she's woken up so far," so it was that little doppelgänger wench. But who was Damon 'knocking out'?

"Is that really necessary?" The Gilbert boy questioned the wench.

"She almost got out last night, Damon had to snap her neck."

"I have a really bad feeling about this Elena," the boy nearly hissed into the phone. "What if Abby's not being compelled? What if she really does care for Klaus because he helped raise her? What if she's actually friends with Rebekah? What if she really is in love with Elijah?"

What? "We've discussed this Jeremy. It's in her best interest." I watched as the boy placed his device in his pocket.

I blurred in front of him taking great pleasure in seeing him jump quite a distance into the air. "You're Rebekah right?" It was hilarious how he was attempting to be brave. I could hear his heart jumping at the mere sight of me.

"I think it's time you and I have a little chat."

After compelling the first hour English class to ditch for the hour I shoved the Gilbert boy in the room making him nearly falls over one of the tables. He shuffled quickly trying to reach for his phone. In a flash I had his device in my hands throwing it against the wall. I watched it shatter upon contact.

"Where is she?" I questioned.

He had the nerve to try and look innocent. "Who?"

"Oh don't play stupid," I growled, "Now I want to know where my niece slash best friend is right now, or I will tear out your liver."

The boy's eyes widened greatly. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about."

I backhanded him into the chalkboard. "Strike number one, I think it would be best if you tell me where she is."

"I really don't know what you're talking about," did this boy honestly think he could lie to me? I'm over a thousand years old, I think I can tell if someone is a liar when I see them.

"Now that was strike number two," I glared at him, "One more and you're out. Abigail taught me that little phrase. Now be a good little Gilbert boy and tell me where she is."

He hesitated for a moment. "I don't know," he admitted. "Damon and Elena were the ones that hid her."

As much as I wanted to kill him on the spot I knew he wasn't lying. In rage I pushed him across the room and blurred out of said room. I was furious, how dare they do this to Abby? She is an innocent girl that got caught up in the world of supernatural creatures. She didn't deserve to be locked up and knocked out. I'll need to get to the bottom of this, and soon.

Abby pov

I groaned feeling the life rushing back into my body. I turned over onto my side and looked at the familiar concrete wall. I think I've complete mesmerized the cracks and creeks over the past few times that Damon has either vervained or snapped my neck.

Slowly I tried to sit up only to feel the pain and fatigue rush into my veins. Again I groaned as I pulled myself from the ground so that my body was leaning against the wall. I could feel the tears coming into my eyes. My brother, my own flesh and blood, vervained me so that Elena, my sister, could try and do vampire rehab on a vampire that wasn't even in need of fixing.

I sighed. "This isn't worth it," I yelled through the cell bars. "And it's not going to work, I'm not being compelled!" slowly I pulled myself off of the ground and stumbled onto the bars of the old Lockwood cell. "Let me out!"

Finally I could hear footsteps coming down the old stone steps. Voices, I could also hear voices. "How is she?" I growled hearing the voice of my soon to be very dead older sister.

The sight of Damon came into view and he just stared at me. I growled at him and he sighed. "She's still pissed."

"I will rip your head off your body," I hissed at him.

"Yeah, got it," Damon mumbled into the phone and putting it away. "You're still looking pissed."

"I hope you rot in hell," I growled gripping the bars tightly in my grip. I wanted to peel them away, use my strength, but I guess I was still too weak.

Damon sighed and passed only a cup of blood my direction. A tiny cup, I mean really? I sucked up my pride and drank it though feeling some strength return to my body. It wasn't enough to let me use my supernatural abilities, but it did help me gain a little bit of my strength back. I hated this. I hated feeling weak. "You know the sooner you just admit that Klaus compelled you, the sooner we can fix it."

"For the last time, I have not been compelled!" I shrieked. "Right now I love the Originals so much more then I love any of you."

"You're being aggressive a sign of compulsion," he stated as if I hadn't said anything. Who does this guy think he is? I can't believe I had a crush on him when he and Stefan first came to Mystic Falls.

I groaned and banged my head against the cell bars. "Unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable."

"You wouldn't happen to know anything about a few ghosts coming back to life, would you?" Damon questioned raising an eyebrow at me.

"Why you getting haunted Damon?" I chuckled humorlessly. "Trust me, when I die I will gladly haunt you to your grave."

He rolled his eyes before taking a jug of something and began pouring it over the cell bars. I backed away almost instantly. "What the hell are you doing?" I screeched.

"Just a little insurance policy to make sure that you definitely can't get out," he tossed the jug to the side. "Have fun, I'll check back up on you later."

I screamed out his name as he walked out of the room. Out of curiosity I approached the cell bars and touched it. Only to scream when I felt the bars literally burning my hand. I pulled away instantly watching my hand as it started to heal.

I cried out in frustration punching the nearest wall in blind anger.

That bastard had just vervained the cell bars.

Rebekah pov

The entire day was a relentless search for Abby. After I had threatened the Gilbert boy I had followed little miss doppelgänger wench around. It was all about Stefan, though, and how she wanted to lock him up. Not once did she mention Abby.

It was highly frustrating. Although I got a front row seat as she completely failed at curing Stefan. When was she going to learn that vampires can't change who they are? We're a predatory species and nothing can ever change that.

Then came the interesting part. The part when the little wench told the school teacher to check on Abby and bring her something to eat. So I did the most obvious thing that I could do.

I followed the bloody school teacher as he went deep into the old Lockwood property. I watched as he went underground and waited in the wings until he left. Of course I heard yelling from the inside, mostly from Abigail. She wanted out, and none of them were letting her. So I waited until the high school History teacher left before making my way down the stone steps.

"If you are Damon, Jeremy, or Elena I will rip your head off," Abby yelled.

The second I saw her I couldn't help but gasp in shock of the sight of her. Abby's hands were burned and her once lively eyes were cold and distant. "Abby…" I whispered blurring over to the cell bars. I gripped them tightly only to cry out when I felt my hands starting to burn. Immediately I drew my hands away and growled at the ceiling.

"Rebekah….?" Abby gasped.

I took off my shirt and wrapped it around my hands before gripping the bars. "I'll get you out." I told her instead I saw her shaking her head eyes still very wide.

"No Rebekah," she started, but I kept trying to pull on the bars. Seriously why were they would not budge. Until I saw a hand reach over my shoulders and give the bars a sharp tug making them nearly fall on me. I turned around fully prepared to break the neck of whoever was behind me, until I saw who it was.

"It can't be," I whispered staring at the figure in front of me.

It was Abby that spoke. "Elijah."

There was my brother standing there in all of his glory wearing a suit. He cracked a smile at me and nodded towards my shirt. "Put your shirt on little sister." I looked down embarrassingly before tugging my shirt over my head. It has been so long since I've seen my big brother.

Without hesitation I flung myself into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head into his shoulder. "Elijah," I whispered holding him close to me. I felt him pat my hair lightly and press a soft kiss to my temple.

"Too long little sister," he muttered into my ear. Finally I let him go and he walked over to Abby who was staring at him with tears in her eyes. I watched as he leaned down and took her into his arms. Abby, who was now full on sobbing, wrapped her arms around him and cried into his shoulder. "It's alright Abby, I have you now. You're safe."

"Lijah," she sobbed. "H-How?"

"I don't know," Elijah turned back to me, "Let's get her out of here. I'm counting on you little sister to keep her safe." I nodded my head and followed my brother out of the cellar. We both blurred quite a distance until we reached the Salvatore house. Thankfully no one was home.

I ran down to the basement and grabbed a few blood bags while Elijah placed her in a room. When I got up the stairs Elijah was holding Abby in one of his arms and holding her hand with the other. I couldn't describe the feeling of watching my brother and my best friend. He looked at her as if there was no one else in the world, and Abby's look wasn't very different.

Slowly I came to Abby's side and helped Elijah feed her the blood bags until her strength fully returned. Suddenly Elijah looked up as if there was something there. He looked back to the two of us with a guilty look.

"I have to go back," he spoke kissing Abby's hand.

"What?" She asked. "Why? You can't go." He gave a grim smile and kissed her lightly. "You promised you would never leave me."

"I'll be back soon love, I give you my word," she cried as my brother gave her one final kiss before walking over to my side. "You have grown so much little sister," I could feel a few tears escaping my eyes as I stared into the eyes of my brother. "I love you, please help her." I nodded my head and hugged my brother tightly.

Elijah pulled the both of us to him and kissed the both of our heads.

"I love you both, I promise I will see you soon," we both gasped as the space that once held my brother turned into nothing but air. For a moment we just sat there staring at the now empty space.

"You should rest," I whispered to Abby leading her back so that she was lying down on her side. "You must've had a long day."

"My own family," she whispered brokenly burying her face into her pillow. "Locked me up, starved me, vervained me, and snapped my neck several times."

"You don't need them," I cooed. "We can be your family again, always and forever." She nodded her head letting the fatigue of what she went through today. Without thinking I pulled the duvet over from the other side and laid down next to Abby.

I guess we both needed to be comforted.

And that's that. I know that some of you wanted to meet Abby's real Father, and you'll find out why he wasn't there in future chapters.

Now here's a little sneak peak at "A Sire Bond"

Ella's pov (she is Elena's sister)

The high I felt earlier was slowly deflating, but it was still there. "Oh great, it's you."

He gave a light smirk. "I was hoping for a little more enthusiasm love," he said walking closer to me. "You have every right to mad at me love, I understand that, but there's something that I want you to do."

"Oh no, forget it, I am not helping you with any scheme you have cooked up. I might've helped you when you manipulated me into giving you information about my family, but I am not ever going to help you again," I growled turning around. My intention was to get into the car, but was ruined when Klaus pulled me away and pinned me to the car. "Let me go Klaus."

"Now see I don't want to let you go," he whispered into my ear making me shiver. "What I want is to take you, take my doppelgänger, and get the hell out of this one pony town. However it seems as though I only get to leave town with one of those things."

"You want me to leave town with you," I muttered the high definitely fully deflated now. All I could focus on was the fact that Klaus, the man who I thought I was briefly falling for before summer started, was pinning me against my car and was very close to me. As a vampire I've been told that my emotions are heightened to extreme levels and now was definitely a time where one of those emotions were running high.

Klaus smiled and leaned in even closer to me then he was before. Something inside me snapped. I don't know if it was because of my feeling for Klaus was heightened now, or because my impulse as a werewolf was growing. I felt my arms snaking their way around his neck our eyes never leaving each other's.

"Why do you want me to go with you," I whispered.

He didn't faze when he answered. "I fancy you, is that really so hard to believe?"

"You've faked it before," I replied not removing my arms from around his neck. I don't know why but they felt like they belonged there. "Why should I believe that you're telling the truth now?"

"You're strong, full of light, beautiful, need I go on love?" He breathed leaning in centimeters closer to me. How closer could he get before our lips met? "We are two people that have unfortunately found ourselves on opposite sides of the playing field," another millimeter closer, "let's not get hasty about those sides."

"You killed my sister and my aunt," I retorted which only caused him to smirk.

His arms slid down my arms so that they rested on my hips. "I needed to do that to rid myself of that hybrid curse, and if I hadn't done it then you wouldn't be free from your own curse of the moon now would you."

"I would've lived, and what do you want me to do get down on my hands and knees and thank you for freeing me?" I questioned.

"That won't be necessary love, however I was hoping for a little bit of gratitude for saving you from the moon every month."

"Like what?" I asked frustration over this little mind game seeping into my own mind.

He smirked his arms wrapping around my waist so that I was now as close to him as I could without our lips touching. "Well I could think of a lot of things. You by my side for eternity for one, but for now I just think that I'll settle for a kiss."

"A kiss?" I remarked. "Really?"

His smirk never once left his face. "Just think of it as a small token of your gratitude."

I sighed and stared into his eyes again. They were such a pretty shade of blue something I had noticed when he first started pretending that he was my art teacher. I'll never admit it to him, but I had a sketch back at home that just focused on his eyes, they were such a complex shade of blue that it took me days to get the shade just right. "How do I know you're not compelling me right now?" I whispered.

"What's the fun in knowing, take a risk love, fall off the edge, give in," with every little word fire coursed through my body sending all of my emotions into full on overdrive. "Don't think love, just give in."

And I did. Without any more warning I crushed my lips to his closing the little space that was left between us. He growled keeping me as close to me as he possibly could. One of his hands traveled up my arm before getting a solid grip on my brown hair. He gave it a light tug sending a shiver down my spine making me gasp. He took this opportunity to plunge his tongue into my mouth.

"Klaus-," I moaned as his lips left mine and traveled down my neck. "I-."

"Don't think love," he whispered against my skin. I groaned and moved my hands to his hair to keep him to me. "We'll leave tonight," he mumbled still placing small bites along my collar bone. I just shook my head rapidly brining his mouth back to mine. He kissed me hungrily hands roaming my stomach.

"Klaus-," I groaned again. "We, we should stop."

He growled angrily but removed his mouth from mine. "I don't want you calling me 'Klaus' anymore love."

"What do you want me to call you then?"

"Call me Nik love," he smirked kissing me again.

With his arms still wrapped around me tightly he sped off into the night, taking me with him.

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