Hey Readers!
Wow. Where have I been?
I know, I know, It's been a while. So, so, so, so, so, sorry about that.
It took ages for me to write this chapter for a variety of reasons;
Mainly because it is the climax of the story and I wanted to get it right AND
this chapter is about triple the length of a normal chapter - an extra 3000 words for you guys!
I really do hope you like it, I've put so much work into this chapter I can only hope!
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Thanks,
Bec
"We are not what Marcel makes us out to be!" Fahra announced to a large gathering of witches; the witches who had been ordered to fight that night. "We are not weaponry stored away in a glass cabinet that's only brought out when needed. We are not puppets who, with just one tug, must do anything their controller wants. We are not powerless. We are not weak. We are witches! We are those whose ancestors go back to the beginning of time and who have maintained the balance between the dead and the living. We are fighters and we are survivors, but most of all we are human. I look around this crowd and I see lives in front of me, not just faces. I see men and women with families, hopes, dreams, pasts and futures, the young and the old. This is why I'm telling you now, you all have a choice!"
A slight shift in the crowd occurred and many people turned to each other to murmur things in each other's ears, question perhaps, or words of denial.
"You have a choice!" Fahra repeated. "I know you all already understand what I am going to ask you to do tonight. We have been ordered to help the original vampires kill a pack of werewolves and hybrids… But I am not here to order you. I am here to ask you. I am giving you the choice. Vampires have been our enemies for centuries and it isn't easy to just forget about that. I, myself, am going to the help them. If it means I am by myself tonight; then so be it. I cannot order you to forget everything you have learnt… Of course, with decision comes consequence. If you fight tonight, you may die. Who knows if the originals will protect us, but I think it's a good guess to say that they won't. We enter tonight as collateral damage, not the trophy. If you do not fight, and go against Marcel, you have to suffer his wrath. Whether or not you can escape that, is unknown. His punishment is territory little to no witches have returned from – but there's always hope. I'm not here to tell you what to do, I'm here to remind you that you have the option. Stay or go."
A ballroom. That's where Tyler had chosen to host this 'dinner.' Not only was it a double story, magnificently large hall, but also located in the heart of the New Orleans French quarter. Kol pulled the car up to the curved driveway behind the iron gates of the building.
"You've got be joking." Rebekah sighed as she looked out the window and up the building. It was packed.
Caroline looked to Rebekah in the front seat next to Kol as she said it, even Caroline could see in Rebekah's eyes a glint of unrest. Caroline flashed her head over to Klaus and he was staring back at her, knowing what she was feeling.
Caroline started to breathe heavier. She wasn't ready for this! She was practically walking to her death.
"Caroline?" Klaus tried to comfort her, but she wasn't listening.
One wolf with one wooden stake - that's all it could take. Caroline wasn't protected with any special powers or defences, she was going in blind and underprepared.
"Caroline, listen to me." Klaus's hand was then gripping Caroline's, but she still couldn't hear him.
It wasn't until her passenger car door was opened by Klaus and he took her hand to help her up did she snap out of her hallucinations.
She didn't say anything, but Caroline quickly searched Klaus's face for some comfort and he roughly grabbed her waist with his hands.
"Caroline. I won't let anything happen to you." Klaus growled and tightened his grip and gave Caroline a quick shake. "You're stronger than this, love."
Caroline slightly smiled, but her heart felt as though it was still racing.
"You just have to remember what I told you. Don't attack where you see them; attack where you will see them. Predict their movements and stay alert." Klaus continued. He slightly dropped his head and touched his forehead against hers. "I'll watch your back if you watch mine."
Without giving Caroline the chance to think, Klaus pulled her arm to rest on his, linking them, and began to walk swiftly towards the entrance of the building. Caroline tried to resist, just to grapple on to a few more moments of peace - but Klaus was far too strong and there was no point trying to beat his strength.
Everything began to turn into a blur, Caroline didn't take her eyes of Klaus, as he looked dead ahead, pulling her through a grand door that a waiter in a silk black tux held open. She felt disconnected from her body, as if she was watching from above. She wanted Klaus to pull her back down again so badly, but he hadn't noticed she was elsewhere. He just kept pulling her arm through the maze of hallways until they reached a crystal covered glass door, where another waiter pulled the door open with a swift movement of grandeur.
It wasn't until Caroline saw her mother seated on the stage of the ballroom, her wrists and ankles carefully binded to the arms and legs of the chair, and Tyler standing over her, talking menacingly to her, did Caroline come down again.
Time stopped.
Instantly Caroline wanted to run ahead, to see her mother who she hadn't in weeks. She wanted to scream in anger at Tyler, to tell him how much she hated him with every fibre of her body, to tell him that he deserved to live a life without happiness, tell him that she regretted every single moment she ever spent with him and that she would pray and wish and hope every single day that perhaps she would get those moments back and live them without him. She hadn't ever felt this hate before. She hadn't even known she could be capable of this hate before. And yet, she felt it. She felt it like a wave crashing over her that through her so completely she would never be able to find her way up to the surface again. It consumed her. She wanted to kill Tyler. No. She needed to kill him – and everyone else in the room. To feel their hearts in the strong grasp of her hand and pull it from their chest, ending everything they ever were and everything they were ever going to be.
Klaus sensed Caroline moving forward so he held her back. Tightening his grip on her arm. He would let her have Tyler for whatever she wanted to do with him, but when the time came.
"Speak of the devil and he shall appear!" Tyler announced loudly as he saw Klaus walking in, with Caroline on his arm, followed by the rest of the originals pack. The hundred wolves turned towards Klaus and the music and chattering of the crowd died to a level of absolute silence. "Thank you, truly, for making the effort to come to my dinner. After all, what would be a dinner without its guest of honor?"
"Perhaps later we'll be able to enjoy some entertainment." Klaus smiled and cocked his head to the side, as Caroline stayed dead silent, her eyes digging into the flesh of Tyler.
"Perhaps." Tyler smirked. At last, his eyes travelled across to Caroline and she stared back at him, refusing to break his gaze. She felt that if she did, she would lose this ongoing battle. "Beautiful as always, Carr."
Caroline immediately tensed and lifted her chest and chin, subconsciously displaying her authority – Klaus couldn't help but smirk at her transformation.
"Ah, the silent treatment." Tyler continued. "You know, using you as leverage was just too easy. Even though you may be the strong, Klaus, you have a very weak link. I never thought you would let yourself be so easily manipulated all because of some girl. At least, lucky for me you can be."
"I'm not a weak link." Caroline hissed.
"She speaks." Tyler smirked back at her. "Now. I think it would be nice if we could all sit down and have a drink."
Suddenly, an extremely tall werewolf took hold of Caroline's arm and before she could grab on to Klaus and hold herself to him, she was being pulled away.
"Caroline!" Klaus roared. He tried to run after her, but a wall of werewolves created a boundary and he was momentarily frozen. Without thinking of the consequences, Klaus gripped one of the wolves by their arms and sunk his teeth violently into the side of their neck, filling their bloodstream with his venom.
Katherine became temporarily frightened, it reminded her of the man she spent centuries running from, but Elijah sensed her pause and he rubbed his thumb over the hand he tightly held.
Caroline kept her gaze behind her, watching Klaus. He lifted his head after a few seconds; his eyes black, fangs sharp and streams of blood down the sides of his mouth and his neck, a smile across his lips.
"I wouldn't call Caroline a weak link, if she's the one that makes me stronger." Klaus laughed menacingly. "Get rid of these werewolves blocking me from her, or you'll have a much smaller army." Klaus growled.
As Klaus spoke, Caroline was dragged up onto the stage of the hall and seated and chained to a seat next to her mother.
Tyler stayed where he was, but looked less amused.
"Move." Tyler ordered blankly to the wolves, and they stepped aside, allowing Klaus to slowly saunter towards Tyler and the Forbes women.
"Let. Caroline. Go." Klaus ordered Tyler, but he didn't answer.
Caroline knew that she would have time to help her mother before she was unchained herself, so she instantly became only focused on her.
"Mum?" Caroline reached a hand across the space between the two chairs and shook the arm of Liz.
Liz was awake, but absent. Her eyes were glazed over and she stared droopily into the distance, her mouth hanging open slightly.
What had they done to her?
"Mum, it's me, Caroline." Caroline persisted, shaking a little harder on her arm. Liz slightly turned her head to the side as if she was trying so hard to see Caroline, and even when she did look straight at her, Liz still didn't see her.
Katherine looked from afar, watching Klaus wipe the blood from his mouth as he stared down Tyler, while Caroline shook her mother in vain.
"Vervain." Katherine whispered, strongly tugging on Elijah's hand. "Liz is laced with vervain, she's completely drugged."
"And what are we to do about it?" Elijah sighed.
"We've got to get her out of here before… any fighting starts." Katherine whispered almost silently. "She doesn't have the ability to protect herself, she'll be another thing to worry about if we don't."
"How?" Elijah looked around the ballroom, he couldn't see how they would be able to sneak Liz out without being seen by the hundreds of pairs of eyes which scanned the whole room.
"I don't know, but I imagine we'll know when the time comes." Katherine replied.
"I'm not going to just let Caroline go." Tyler continued. "She has front row seats to all of this! Front row seats to me finally killing the beast that has been claiming to everybody that he can't be killed. You've walked into this yourself Klaus, and you won't be walking out."
"To hell with that!" Kol laughed, walking to join Klaus on the main dancing circle of the ballroom. Kol glanced over to Klaus and noticed that he was fuming. "Surely you must have noticed that my brother doesn't like threats."
"It's not a threat. It's a fact." Tyler took a step towards them.
"Blend in." Elijah whispered in Katherine's ear. "And when the time comes, you do what you need to do."
Elijah let go of Katherine's hand and he, too, followed Kol to stand behind Klaus. If it wasn't for the nature of the situation, Katherine may have taken a moment to appreciate the site. The three most powerful men in the world, standing together, against an army of werewolves and still dressed in their finest suits. Just by their presence, Katherine thought that Tyler didn't stand a chance.
She took one last look at them and took a few silent steps back behind Rebekah and into the darkness and shadows behind the crowds of people.
She could only hope no one would notice.
Katherine had to be the eyes of the whole night.
She had to keep track of where everybody was at all times.
And when the time came, she would do whatever she had to do for the benefit of the majority, even if it meant the sacrifices of the few.
"Yes, Lockwood, I do think it would be wise to at least let Caroline be with Klaus as he rips you apart." Elijah said calmly once he joined his brothers.
Tyler surveyed the three men. He hadn't realised just how quickly the violence of the night would erupt. He had expected that they would at least have feigned comfort for an hour or so before any fighting would begin, but here they were, on the brink of death after only a few minutes in each other's company.
It was then that Rebekah stormed up to join her siblings, her high heels tapping viciously along the floor as she did.
Once she stood with her brothers, she smiled up at Tyler and laughed,
"Oh. I would normally threaten you, but I think you get the idea. I just didn't want to miss out on the fun."
Nobody had expected, what occurred next, to happen. Whether or not it damaged the plan of the fight was unknown but in the space of a few seconds it did. With a blood-curdling scream of anger, Caroline busted out of her chains, her eyes black with fury and her fangs protruding from her perfectly red lips and she lunged at Tyler's throat. Before Tyler could stop her, Caroline was on his back and sinking her sharp teeth into his jugular, ripping his flesh and piercing all of his blood vessels so that thick, red blood began to cascade down his neck and shoulder. Caroline only had a second to do the damage because after that second, the same wolf that had separated her from Klaus was now brutally pulling her clawed body off of Tyler.
Caroline had nearly killed Tyler, or at least made it inevitable for him if he didn't cure himself soon enough, but more importantly, she had sparked the beginning of the war. Suddenly, the hybrids and werewolves began to make their approach on the originals.
Klaus separated himself from his siblings and ran to Caroline, easily pulling out the hearts of any wolves that got in his way.
"Sorry, about that." Caroline shrugged as Klaus reached her, before turning her back to his and facing the oncoming wave of attackers.
"Remember what I told you, Caroline." Klaus growled as he faced his oncoming wave.
Don't attack where you see them. Attack where you will see them.
Plan.
Observe.
It only took a few moments until Klaus and Caroline were in the midst of fighting along with Elijah, Rebekah and Kol. Although Klaus could remember fighting, it was as though he was disconnected from his body, watching himself and Caroline fight. Killing had become so easy and so second nature for him that he barely had to pay attention. His attention was only focused on Caroline, she was moving quickly, but not as quickly as he would have liked her to be. He found himself having to kill off attackers that she hadn't seen just before they get to her, it wasn't ideal, but it was possible. Klaus shifted his gaze momentarily from Caroline and their surrounding attackers to his siblings.
Rebekah had already torn her dress; that didn't take long. However, as Klaus watched her, he noticed how quickly and fluidly Rebekah was now moving and how Caroline needed to do the same to hers.
Caroline was in the midst of snapping somone's neck when suddenly she heard fabric being ripped and she felt strong hands pulling at her dress, taking off a metre of material from it.
"I did love the dress, sweetheart. But it needs to go." Caroline heard Klaus whispering savagely in her ear.
Even in her current position, she couldn't help blushing.
Katherine prowled through the shadows of the ballroom, invisible to the frantic and violent eyes of the werewolves and hybrids.
She kept her eyes fixated on her allies.
Elijah was strangely, or not so strangely, composed. Katherine smiled as she watched him, she couldn't see a single drop blood anywhere on his person other than his right hand, which he was using to wrench the hearts out of his prey. She could have sworn she even saw him adjusting his suit for the few seconds he had spare to himself. His siblings were even mirroring his coolness. Kol looked a little more rushed than Elijah, but that was probably because he enjoyed violence and he was getting swept up in the rush. Rebekah was composed, but a sinister smile was plastered on her lips, a smile that even brought a shiver down Katherine's spine.
Katherine's gaze then shifted, finally, to fall on Klaus and Caroline.
There was a reason Katherine never wanted to be caught by Klaus.
He was an animal.
He was savage, primitive and cruel.
Even the wolves that approached him knew they were walking to the gallows. Katherine could see in their eyes pure, raw and cold fear. Of course they didn't think they could actually defeat him. Defeat the only truly immortal being. He couldn't be killed; especially by boys.
Eventually, Katherine had walked the whole circumference of the ballroom, and she was standing at a distance behind the stage where Liz sat. Tyler was still struggling to stand even with the help of his followers, he had lost too much blood. The rest of the werewolves were otherwise engaged.
Liz was open.
Katherine finally had the chance to redeem herself from Elijah and her's failure at trying to save Liz earlier on.
She could save Liz now.
This had to be too easy.
Could she really just take Liz without anybody noticing?
Apparently, yes.
Katherine made a quick, impulsive dash to Liz and before she could think twice she was carrying Liz and the chair to the far side fire exit staircase along the back wall.
She was not even a second away from the door when a hybrid girl came in the way. She snarled at Katherine and then turned to Liz, cocking her head to the side.
"Oh no you don't." Katherine sighed, grabbing the girls hair and pulling her back. "You know, I was almost feeling sorry for you people a second ago. Not so much anymore."
The young girl growled one final time before Katherine pulled out her heart, wiping her bloody hand on her already red dress.
Liz started to make nonsensical sounds as Katherine shoved her into the staircase, still attached to the chair.
"This is incredibly impractical." Katherine huffed as she heaved the heavy chair down a few of the stairs. It was then that she figured out what she could do. "This is going to bruise maybe a little, but since you're a vampire now and you're also high on vervain, it won't hurt too much."
Katherine then, with one final lurch, picked up the chair, with Liz still sitting in it, and threw her down a flight of stairs, so that chair smashed and Katherine could detach the chains of the chair from Liz.
Liz, obviously, was now making a few moaning sounds, but at least she was a little more practical to carry around.
Tyler had finally accomplished standing, but now he was filled with an intense rage that he had never felt before. He glanced behind him to see that Liz had been taken in his downfall, and he let out a loud scream of fury. He had lost all forms of leverage. He had to end this war tonight, there was no going back.
"Bring me the stake." Tyler screamed at one of the wolves who were attending to him.
"You said that you didn't want to stake him until-" The werewolf tried to reason with Tyler.
"I don't care what I said, bring me the stake." Tyler cut him off, his breath heaving in pain.
Rebekah noticed Tyler first, and she let out a scream of horror once she did.
Tyler was clutching a white oak stake in his grip, staggering up to Klaus who hadn't seen him approaching.
If there was any time when they were in need of the witches, it was now. Rebekah tried her best to Klaus's attention, she was screaming his name but he didn't notice, he was surrounded by at least 20 wolves and he was submerged in his fighting.
Rebekah searched the border of the room for Katherine, but she couldn't find her anywhere.
This wasn't how the plan was supposed to go.
Katherine was supposed to be here for them, she was in charge of the signal.
Caroline quickly turned and faced Tyler, kicking the stake out of his hands.
Attack where you will see them.
Caroline instantly began aiming for Tyler's heart.
Deep down, she didn't want to kill him, but he had brought it on himself, she didn't have a choice. If she was going to live a happy life with Klaus, then Tyler needed to die.
Tyler was slow and sluggish, but he was still able to protect himself and despite Caroline trying to predict where he was going to move, she kept missing him. Every time her hand got close, it would be knocked out of the way by Tyler's arms.
Klaus then joined Caroline, the pair of them fighting Tyler. It seemed as though it would be more difficult then anticipated, however, as when Klaus joined, so did a few hybrids for Tyler.
One of the hybrids picked up the stake and began to wildly and unpredictably thrash it at Klaus.
Rebekah continued to search for Katherine, but it seemed to be hopeless.
Where was she?
Klaus was dancing with death and so was Caroline, they needed the witches.
Suddenly, Rebekah caught a glipse of Katherine sneaking back into the ballroom through a fire exit door, her eyes wide with surpirise on what she had seemingly missed while she had been absent.
"Katherine!" Rebekah yelled across the room to the stunned woman. "Do it! Now!"
Katherine gasped in horror at her realization. She was gone when she was needed. She could only pray that her delay wouldn't cost anybody their lives. Katherine ran over to a table and picked up a crystal vase full of flowers and threw them in full force through the window, shattering the glass into a million tiny pieces, and the vase flying to the ground below.
Almost instantaneously as the window shattering, every werewolf in the room burst into flames and... that included Klaus.
"Nik!" Caroline screamed in horror as Klaus staggered back, his mouth pulled into an expression of pure agony.
I'll watch your back, if you watch mine.
Every single werewolf in the ballroom, who only moments ago were on the verge of victory, were now writhing on the ground, a chorus of screams filling the building and ripping at everybody's ears.
Rebekah immediately ran to Klaus's side, terror filling her face, her arms trying to reach out to her brothers' skin, but being thrown back for the heat of the fire was far too great.
"What do we do?!" Caroline cried, kneeling beside Klaus who was thrashing against the wall beside him, creating deep cracks in the wall.
"Get some water, or anything. Just get something!" Rebekah screamed.
Klaus wasn't going to die like this.
Not after everything they had been through.
Caroline started to run as fast as she possible could towards the main table of the ballroom, knowing that there had to be something to put the fire out, but just as she reached for a tall pitcher of water, all of her limbs halted.
She tried to move, but she felt as though she were completely frozen, her feet were nailed to the ground and her arm was fixed ahead of her, reaching for the water she would never be able to reach.
She could still hear Rebekah screaming and she couldn't turn her head to see what was going on, nor could she make any noise herself, as though her vocal chords had been cut from her throat.
She was completely still.
"Stop!" Caroline heard Fahra's voice coming from the ballroom doors.
The doors had flown open and the witches had responded to Katherine's signal. They were here to help the originals kill the werewolves.
However, Caroline knew what the witches were doing.
They were letting Klaus die.
They had been ordered to kill all of the werewolves, and Klaus was never going to be an exception.
They had the opportunity to kill Klaus, and they had taken it.
Caroline tried with everything within her, with every single unit of energy and love she felt for Klaus, to fight against her bound flesh, but she still could not move. She couldn't even cry, even if she had the ability to.
"We are witches. We must keep the balance. If we have an opportunity to finally restore the balance between the living and the dead, we will take it. It's better for all of us this way." A different witches voice came through the doors where Fahra was standing, only, it wasn't Fahra.
In fact, there was a whole pack of witches standing at the door, watching the wolves burn.
"Stop! You have to stop! We aren't murderers!" Fahra continued, her voice a panicked mess. She was seemingly the only one of the whole crowd of witches who didn't want to murder Klaus. "Nicole, please! We don't murder, even if we feel it is right. That's not what we have been chosen to do!"
Rebekah's screaming had now even ceased.
That's when it dawned on Caroline.
Once Klaus was dead, so was she. So was all of her friends.
Not that it made any difference to Caroline. If Klaus died, she preferred to be dead anyway.
But she didn't want to see all of her friends and hundreds of others die too.
She had to tell the witches.
Caroline thought of everything she had been through with Klaus, every moment, those she remembered and those that were still part of her life which she was still discovering, and she tried with one final push to regain the ability to speak. If she didn't overcome this, Klaus would die.
"If Nik dies, his whole blood line does too." Caroline howled, her voice coming through coarse and incredibly loud, breaking her curse.
Nicole shot her head over to Caroline, a faint look of apprehension in her eyes.
"Thousands of people will all die. If you want to keep the balance of the living and the dead, you're about to tip it." Caroline continued to scream, tears running down her cheeks, even though she wasn't crying.
"You have to stop." Fahra demanded Nicole, her voice low and severe.
Klaus's gasp of breath suddenly sounded through the hall and the bright red flames had finally ceased over him. Nicole had saved Klaus. His whole body was covered in ash and blood, and yet it seemed as though he was virtually unharmed.
Caroline felt her limbs be released and in a fraction of a second she was back at Klaus's side, cupping her hands around his face and crying with relief at the sight of him.
Rebekah looked back at the doors to see the witches once more, but they were long gone.
The originals, Caroline and Katherine and the burning bodies were all that surrounded them. Furthermore, it looked as though the building was beginning to go up in flames.
"We need to get out of here." Kol rushed, pulling up his siblings and heading for the door.
Caroline followed behind Klaus, who was still strongly walking, with only a little bit of a limp, towards the door.
Just as they began to finally leave, Caroline saw in the corner of her eye, Tyler, still alive, trying to put out the agonizing burns from his body.
Could she leave him?
After everything he had done to her, could she leave him?
She wanted to say yes, she wanted to be as cruel and harsh as Klaus would have been-
But she couldn't.
She was Caroline.
She was compassionate and caring and loving.
She couldn't leave someone to die, no matter who they were.
"Keep going ahead." Caroline yelled out to those in front of her, before turning around and grabbing that same jug of water she was going to use on Klaus from the table and dumping it on Tyler, putting out his flames. Tyler was extremely burnt and bleeding immensely from Caroline's bite.
It would be difficult for him to survive, but not impossible.
Klaus knew what Caroline was doing, and he didn't feel a hint of anger. Caroline's compassion was one of the reasons he loved her and as much as he loved her dark and sinister side, it isn't the side he fell in love with. He would never change her.
"If I ever see you again or even hear your name, you will wish you had never been born. I suggest you leave the country, at the least." Caroline hissed at Tyler. She tried to turn around and walk out, but she had to do one more thing, without a seconds thought, Caroline pulled back her fist and brought it hard down on Tyler's face. "You can find your own way out."
Caroline turned around back on her heels and paraded out of the ballroom. She had given Tyler a second chance, and whether he could even get out of the room alive was up to him; but she doubted she would ever see him again.
Caroline met up with everybody outside the front of the building. She saw her mother standing now, obviously coming down from her drug induced state and smiling at Caroline as she ran to her.
"Mum!" Caroline cried with happiness, pulling Liz into a huge embrace. "I'm so glad you're okay."
"I'm more than okay, honey. I have Katherine to thank for that, she carried me all the way out here and made sure I was alright. She saved my life, really." Liz patted Caroline's hair. "I could never have dreamed of having a daughter even half as amazing as you, Caroline. I want you to remember that."
"I love you, Mum." Caroline nuzzled her head into Liz's hair.
"I love you, Carr." Liz replied, letting go of Caroline and turning her to Klaus so Caroline walked quickly up to him.
"I love you more." Klaus whispered in Caroline's ear as she approached tightening his arms around her.
"I know." Caroline smiled back, wiping a few tears from her cheek.
"You might want to see this." Klaus then spoke, turning Caroline around so that she was looking up at the building they had just come from.
Caroline looked in awe at the ballroom. Instead of it being a magnificent white hall, it was now a flaming red cloud of smoke. Caroline had noticed that some parts of the room were catching alight when they were in there, but she hadn't really though it would become so detrimental.
"Well, I don't think it's everyday you can say you caused a whole building to burn down in the heart of the city." Klaus laughed with Caroline.
Staff began to spill out of the doors on the bottom level, screaming and covering their mouths to protect themselves from the smoke.
"I think it would be best if we could all leave the premises before we get labeled with pyromania and mass murder." Elijah sighed, holding Katherine close to his heart, her just staring at the flames.
"Agreed." Rebekah and Kol spoke in unison.
"Anyway, I need a drink." Kol continued.