Author's Note: Hey guys! So I have been re-watching the first three seasons of Vampire Diaries to make sure I haven't missed any keys elements to the story in regards to Klaus and anything having to do with werewolves, so I decided to add in this chapter to fill in some missing gaps that popped up.

It's going to be completely from Annabelle's perspective… Basically, here's her complete story in flashbacks before she ended up in Mystic Falls.

Let me know what you guys think of it!

Chapter Twelve: Your Guardian Angel

"I will never let you fall

I'll stand up with you forever

I'll be there for you through it all

Even if saving you sends me to Heaven…"

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I woke up slowly and rolled over onto my back. The house was quiet, which meant Klaus was gone or he was painting again. Lately, I noticed he had been sneaking off to the drawing room for hours on end. I had my fair share of curiosity but I decided not to snoop for once.

Sighing, I picked up my phone, which was laying on the nightstand besides the bed.

Text Message to Klaus: Good morning. Is everything ok? It's awfully quiet.

My phone buzzed a few seconds later.

New Text Message from Klaus: Good morning, love. Everything is fine; I am occupying myself with some sketching. Go back to sleep, it's still early.

I smiled. Placing the phone back on the stand, I turned on my side and curled under the covers. I let my thoughts drift, carrying me off into a light doze…

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Denver, Colorado (Eight weeks ago)

"Annabelle!"

I turned around and grinned. "Charlie!" Running, I leapt into the arms of the tall brown haired man. Pulling back, I looked into his smiling gray eyes.

"I didn't know you would be back so fast from Nevada," I said. Charlie shrugged sheepishly.

"Oh, you know. Deserts aren't my thing. I like the woods better," he said. I looked over my brother. He stood a good five inches taller than me and was all muscle. With his floppy brown hair and gray eyes, we were often mistaken for twins, despite the fact that he was four years older than I was.

"So did you dig up any family dirt that might explain the…dreams?" I asked. Charlie took my arm and led me into the family cabin we were staying in. We sat down in the living room and he started a fire. Turning back towards me, I pulled out a small, old journal from his back pocket.

"This was all I could find… It says nothing about what those dreams of yours mean, but there's something else you need to see." Charlie sat next to me on the leather couch and flipped open the journal.

"Look," he said, pointing to a passage.

I read it out loud, slowly. "Out of the werewolf bloodlines, it is said that the Davis's comes from the oldest and purest line, dating back to the beginning of werewolf creation." Widening my eyes, I looked at Charlie.

"Are you saying…?" I started. He shook his head.

"Keep reading."

"The first werewolf, William Davis, began the bloodline after the first witch cast a spell to save his life from a plague. She cast his spirit into the body of a wolf, where the animal turned back into the man. William, being the Original Werewolf, could turn whenever he so pleased. Shifting as said to be painless for William, since the body of the wolf he entered accepted his spirit. Later, when his wife and family fell ill to the same plague, William was said to have made a bargain with the witch, who in turn, made them werewolves like him. The price, however, was that every full moon, every werewolf would be forced to shift from man to beast, even if it was against their will. This wolf blood also made it possible for them stay clothed when they shifted back. As more werewolves were being borne from this bloodline, the pure blood slowly diluted as time went on, as other family blood mixed in or when other werewolves were turned from a bite. Only the true descendents from the Davis bloodline have the power to control when the wolf takes over." I looked up at Charlie in shock.

"That's why we can shift when we want, any other time besides the full moon. Don't you see, Anna? Our family tree dates back to this," Charlie said, eyes shining with excitement. I furrowed my brow.

"But, Charlie, how? The pure blood has to be diluted by now, this was over a thousand years ago!" I exclaimed. Charlie took the journal from me and flipped towards the end before placing it back in my hands. Looking down, I read the last passage.

"As the werewolf bloodline continued, those who beared the name Davis would be the only ones blessed with the ability to shift when so desired. There is said to only be one true branch of this bloodline left, which has been passed down to the last known generation, ending with another William Davis. William Phillip Davis." I gasped and looked back up at Charlie again.

"Grandpa," I breathed.

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My eyes snapped open. Disoriented, I looked around the room before I got my bearings. Quietly slipping out of bed, I walked towards the balcony doors, opening them.

Warm sunlight filtered in as a cool autumn breeze brushed over my skin. Shivering slightly, I grabbed a blanket off the bed and wrapped it around me. Walking to the edge, I leaned against the railing, sighing.

It has been a while since I had dreamed of Charlie. Even though I had lost him only recently, it felt like years since I last saw his smile, since I last heard his laughter. Feeling a twinge around my heart, I closed my eyes and breathed in the fall air. Once I opened my eyes, I gazed out into the horizon, watching as the sun made its way slowly up into the sky.

I remembered the last time I watched a sunrise with Charlie…

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Montana, 30 miles from Helena (Seven weeks ago)

"So remind me again why I'm helping you?"

I punched Charlie's shoulder and he dramatically winced. "Don't be a jerk!" I teased. "You're doing this because it's important to me."

"Right, right. Searching for a mysterious dream man should always be on everyone's list of priorities," Charlie said sarcastically.

"Oh, shut up, Charlie," I sighed. Charlie scoffed, but nudged my shoulder playfully. I nudged back, smiling up at him. We kept climbing the mountain we were on under we reached the peak, right before the sunrise.

"You know, I doubt we are going to find this Niklaus guy way up here," Charlie pointed out, glancing over at me. I rolled my eyes at him.

"No, we are just going to spend some quality sibling bonding time while watching the sun rise, okay?" I said, shooting him a look. Charlie stuffed his hands in his flannel jacket and rocked back on his heels.

"What are you going to do if you find him?" he asked quietly. I sighed again, slumping my shoulders.

"I… I don't know. It's not exactly easy to go up to someone and tell them you have been dreaming about waking up naked besides them-,"

"Ah! Okay, okay I get it. Please, spare the deets, Anna. I can feel my breakfast making a comeback," Charlie pleaded, wincing. I giggled and stepped right next to him to lean my head on his shoulder.

"Sorry, bro, didn't mean to gross you out," I soothed. Charlie laughed and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

"It's okay. I just don't want to think of my baby sis that way." I snuggled in closer to him, feeling relaxed by his presence.

"Thank you, Charlie. For all of this. I know it isn't easy getting dragged along on some wild goose chase," I said. Charlie gave me a gentle squeeze.

"You're my sister, Anna. I would do anything for you, no matter what," he told me. I smiled.

"And I for you," I replied. The sun appeared across the horizon, throwing pink, purple and bright orange streaks into the grey-blue morning sky. The birds started waking up and singing and the other woodland creatures began their days around us.

With Charlie's arm around me, I felt safe. I knew what I had to do. I had to find Niklaus.

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Blinking rapidly, I pulled myself out of my daydream. Wrapping the blanket around me tighter, I stepped back from the balcony. Walking back inside towards the closet, I changed into some jeans and a knitted sweater. Sending a quick text to Klaus, I left the house and walked into the woods, heading towards the river.

Wandering, I found myself near the Falls. I listened to the sound of the rushing water, the rustling of the wind through the trees, the calls of random animals.

I kept walking down hill along the waterfall, lost in my thoughts. Suddenly, a rock gave out beneath my foot and I stumbled, falling to my knees.

"Ow," I growled, standing up and brushing the dirt off my pants. Wincing at a sharp pain in my hand, I glanced down and saw a small twig gouging my palm. Yanking it out, I tossed it aside. I watched the wound close, leaving behind some smeared blood.

My breath hitched a little as I stared at the bright red streak. My eyes unfocused as another memory pulled me back…

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Montana, 30 miles away from Helena (Six and a half weeks ago)

Every night, Charlie and I made camp in the woods. We set up our stolen camp supplies and then I would begin a fire.

Charlie sat down next to me, staring into the dancing flames.

"It's a full moon," he commented. Glancing up at the night sky, I saw the looming white orb, hidden amongst some dark gray clouds.

"Are you ready to shift?" Charlie asked. Lolling my head at him, I rolled my eyes.

"Of course I am," I said, standing up. "I just wish it wouldn't hurt so much since it doesn't every other time we shift." Charlie nudged me and gave me a small smile.

"C'mon, Anna, it's just a little while. Every transformation during the full moon gets easier and since we have been doing it since we were teenagers…" He trailed off, shrugging. "It's not so bad."

Abruptly, I felt a twinge of pain in my arm. Glancing down, I saw the shifting of my forearm bone. When it snapped loudly, I gasped. Looking up at Charlie, I saw him clenching his arm too. Our eyes met briefly.

"It's starting," he said.

Transformation might have gotten easier, but it didn't mean it didn't hurt. The pain of having all of your bones breaking was immense, nearly unbearable. Every month it passed by quicker, but it still wasn't instantaneous like it was when we chose to shift.

Once it was over, Charlie and I hunted side by side, instinct keeping us together instead of making us turn on each other. The need to be a part of a pack, no matter what size, overruled the blood lust that consumed us every full moon. For anyone else who saw us, we were just a pair of brown wolves, running through the night.

Once the moon reached its peak, we ran back to camp. Right before we hit the clearing, Charlie stopped and growled deeply. I sniffed the air and bristled.

We had company.

Two massive black wolves stepped out of the shadows and snarled at us. Charlie shifted back and motioned for me to do the same. I stood right next to him, laying a hand on his arm, staring at the pair of wolves. Charlie lifted his hands in the air.

"Look, we mean you no harm. We are just passing through," he said to them. Immediately, they shifted back. Both of the men had black hair and dark eyes, but I couldn't make out any of their features while they stood in the shadows. Their eyes started glowing as the first one spoke.

"You are trespassing on our land," he growled in a deep, guttural voice.

"Look," Charlie said, "We will leave. We didn't mean to intrude. We'll go."

"I'm afraid that isn't an option," said the second man. I saw the gleam of his fangs before he threw back his head and howled.

Five more wolves appeared out of nowhere, melting into the shadows like ghosts. I stiffened and tightened my grip on Charlie's arm.

"Charlie," I hissed, looking up at him desperately. I felt a tremor of fear go through me and I knew Charlie sensed it. He looked up once more at the pair of men staring at us.

"We don't want a fight," Charlie said, stepping in front of me.

"You declared war the second you set your paws into our land," one of the men snapped. Both of them shifted back and started walking towards us slowly.

"Anna," Charlie said calmly. "Listen to me. When I say run, you run like hell, you got it?" I looked up at him with fear.

"What are you saying Charlie?" Charlie turned to look at me, his gray eyes melting away to gold.

"Run, Anna!" he shouted before he exploded back into a wolf and lunged for one of the black wolves. I screamed. The biggest wolf met Charlie's attack and bit him in the shoulder, causing Charlie to yelp. I felt rage build up inside me as I focused my now glowing eyes on the other wolves.

Howling, I shifted and attacked. I lunged for the smaller black wolf, slashing the side of his neck with my fangs. He yelped and snarled, snapping his teeth back at me. I dodged his attack and lunged for another wolf.

The fight continued. A loud snap echoed through the clearing, causing me to pause my attack on a smaller gray wolf. I looked up to see Charlie standing over the body of the smaller black wolf. The wolf's eyes were glazed, the tongue rolled out of its mouth… I noticed right then its neck was bent at an awkward angle. Snapped.

Immediately the wolves from the offending pack started howling. I leapt towards Charlie so I could stand by his side but something came rushing at me from the side. But I could react, my world went dark.

The next time I opened my eyes, I was alone. I was lying in the clearing with the fire dying down. I sat up quickly, shifting back into my human body. Looking around, I saw no one. Not even the body of the dead wolf.

"Charlie?" I called.

"Charlie!"

"Charlie!"

Silence answered me.

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I broke out of my trance, stumbling a step. Panting, I walked towards the water before sticking my hand under the cool flow, letting it wash away the blood.

"Annabelle?" I turned at the sound of Klaus's call. He stood about ten feet away, hands behind his back.

"Is everything all right, sweetheart?" he asked. I nodded quietly before turning my back to him to rinse my hand again. I felt a rush of wind and Klaus's hand gently pull mine out of my water.

"Did you hurt yourself?" he asked, looking down at the fading pink line on my palm. I didn't meet his eyes.

"It's fine," I whispered. Klaus raised my palm and brushed his lips across it. I felt warmth spread throughout me slowly. Raising my eyes, I met his. They were a calm, deep blue, watching mine intently but gently.

"What is wrong, my Anna?" Hearing him call me 'Anna' did it for me. My shoulders caved in as sobs racked my body, tears pouring down my face. Shushing me quietly, Klaus cradled me to his chest, stroking my hair soothingly.

"It's all right, love. You're all right," he said. Shuddering, I buried my face into his chest and inhaled his scent. Instantly, I was calmed by his familiar smell and by the comfort he was giving off. I looked at my wrist were the warmth and comfort was concentrated and knew it was the bond. Klaus was sending me support through the soul bond.

"Thank you," I murmured quietly. I felt him sigh and press a kiss to my forehead before resting his chin on the top of my head.

"Come along, love, let's take you back to bed," he said, before picking me up. Faster than I thought possible, we were back at the mansion. Klaus carried me up the stairs and into my bedroom, before setting me down easily on the bed.

"I'm not tired," I said stubbornly. "I was only gone for an hour or two."

"Don't argue," Klaus commanded, even though his voice was soft. To my surprise, he tucked me under the covers and laid down next to me. Facing him, I stared into his eyes.

"Why do you pretend to be the bad guy when really you're not that bad?" I asked. His midnight eyes flickered with humor.

"Because everyone likes being the bad guy," he answered. Laughing, I reached over and traced his cheek. His face got so serious, unsmiling as he stared at me. I ran my thumb along his jaw then traced his full lips.

"Klaus," I sighed. "So serious." Klaus took my hand in his and kissed it.

"Get some rest, Annabelle," he said. Giving in, I snuggled closer to him so my forehead was against his chest. His arms went around me and he held me as I slowly drifted off.

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Lake Michigan (Four weeks ago)

I ran all day and all night. I could smell those bastards. I knew they had him.

They had Charlie.

I allowed myself to take down a small doe for lunch before getting back on the scent trial. My muscles screamed and my paw pads were bleeding but I didn't care.

No matter what it would take, I would find my brother.

After many miles, I neared Lake Michigan. I sniffed the air, smelling the lake water, the shoreline, the cold air. But I didn't smell the pack.

Growling, I shifted back. I scrambled to my feet, unbalance. After being a wolf for two weeks straight, my body found it difficult to walk on two legs instead of four.

"Where are you assholes," I hissed. Looking around, all I saw were trees and grass. There was no noise, not even the chirping of distant birds.

When the sun set, I shifted back into a wolf and found a small hollowing at a base of a tree. Crawling inside, I curled into a ball, placing my tail over my paws to keep them warm. And when I fell asleep, I dreamt of one person.

Klaus.

The next morning, I woke up. Climbing out of the hole, I stretched my back and my legs, yawing hugely. Licking my fangs, I headed down to the water for a drink. Sitting at the edge of the shoreline, I stared down at my reflection in the water.

Staring back was a small brown wolf, with gold eyes and lethal fangs. I whimpered and looked away, not wanting to be reminded of how much I looked like Charlie, especially in wolf form.

I knew I had to make a choice. I had to choose whether or not to find this Niklaus or to find Charlie.

Richmond, Virginia (Three weeks ago)

I was wandering aimlessly now. I had no sense of direction, nothing to point me in the way I wanted to go.

What way did I want to go?

I sat down on my haunches and flattened my ears against my skull in annoyance. Shifting back, I pulled at the dirty tank top I wore, grimacing at the smell.

"You know, there are such things as dry cleaners." I glanced up quickly at the voice. A tall, wiry man with bright blonde hair and hazel eyes stared at me with amusement.

"What's it to you?" I snapped, standing up and crossing my arms over my chest. The man chuckled and raised his palms.

"Hey, I'm just saying. I could smell you from a mile away. Literally." Raising a brow at him, I looked him over with speculation.

"So I'm guessing it's safe to assume you know what I am," I commented. Blonde looked at me with his head cocked to the side.

"You assume correctly," he said, flashing his gold eyes at me. "What's your name, lone wolf?"

"Belle," I lied quickly. The man nodded.

"I'm Patrick. What are you doing here in Virginia?" I shrugged.

"Looking for someone," I said. Patrick raised his eyebrows at me.

"Oh? Might I ask who?" I frowned in disapproval.

"Nosy, aren't we?" I shot back. Patrick chuckled, shaking his head.

"Hey, don't bite my head off, she wolf. I was just being friendly." Pursing my lips, I gazed at him coolly.

"Are there anymore wolves around here, besides you?" Patrick shook his head again.

"No, just me. I'm getting the hell away from here."

"Might I ask why?" Patrick's eyes lit up with humor.

"Nosy, aren't we?" I snorted.

"No," he continued, "I'm getting away from all the rumors I've been hearing about a little town not far from here. Some place called Mystic Falls. It's apparently crawling with vampires, werewolves and witches."

"That doesn't seem like a big deal," I said sarcastically.

"Oh no, that's not the best part. The best part is I heard there is a Hybrid that just moved there. Some guy named Klaus who's half vamp, half wolf." I jolted.

"Did you say his name was Klaus?"

"Yeah. He's supposed to be the most feared creature, like, ever. I heard you don't want to mess with him."

"Why?" I asked.

"From what I hear, he has no issues with ripping out your heart if you piss him off. So that's why I'm getting the hell out of dodge."

Stepping forward, I focused my eyes on Patrick. "How do you get to Mystic Falls?" I asked. Patrick's eyes widened.

"You're not seriously thinking of going there, are you?" he gaped. I shrugged.

"I might. It's none of your business really," I snapped. Patrick jerked a thumb over his shoulder.

"It's that way. It takes about a day or two to get there on foot."

"Thanks," I said, before walking around him.

"Your funeral lady!" he called. Lifting my hand, I wiggled my fingers in a semblance of a wave.

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When I woke up, Klaus was still resting besides me. His eyes were closed and his breathing was deep and even. His serious face looked relaxed and I marveled at its perfection.

Reaching up, I traced his jaw line again.

"I'm glad I found you," I whispered softly. "I just hope you really can find my brother." Snuggling into his warmth again, I closed my eyes.

Right before I fell back asleep, I thought I heard him whisper into my ear.

"I promise, love."

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So basically this is the detailed story that Annabelle told Klaus about in Chapter Seven.

Hope you guys enjoyed it! I will update again after Thursday's episode!