Captive
Mikael slammed the gavel on the table adjourning the meeting.
Klaus' father was getting old and he knew that he would soon be the new president of the MC. Yet he had a feeling Mikael had other plans, but right now he couldn't think about that.
He had to find out who killed Wesley before they got to the MC. Forbes had to know something, but she wouldn't give out any information.
Pushing the heavy doors of the chapel open a loud crowd greeted him.
It was a traditional Thursday night at the clubhouse, but Klaus wasn't in the mood.
"Hey handsome," Hayley, a club whore dragged her long fingernail across his chest. "How about we go hangout in the back?"
Ah, fuck no.
He shook his head firmly, but she was persistent. She leaned in close so her lips were at his ear. "You could even let me wear your cut." She whispered.
He placed his hand over hers and pushed it away. "Off, Hayley. I'm sure Kol is looking for you somewhere over there." He gestured his hands over in the corner.
"Kol isn't VP." She pouted.
"And you're a social climbing whore." He said. "I don't have time for this." He pushed passed her and went searching for the prospect.
He found him cuddled up one the other side of the room with a petite blonde. He kicked Matt in the leg.
"Get up prospect. We have work to do." Matt quickly got rid of the girl and followed Klaus outside.
Klaus pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and quickly lit it.
"Any word about the sheriffs daughter?" Klaus asked.
"She's only a baby, Klaus." Matt tried to warn him. "Maybe we should just leave her alone."
Klaus eyed him wearily. "Is she at least eighteen?"
Matt nodded slowly. "She's twenty-two."
"Then shut the fuck up and find her."
"She's home from college." Matt began to explain. "Last I heard she was going down to The Tavern tonight."
Klaus raised an eyebrow. "Now why would the sheriffs daughter go down to a place like that?"
"Beats me." Matt shrugged. "I heard The Black Widows hang out down there. Is that true?"
"You would be correct, prospect." Klaus took another long drag of his cigarette. "I need you to go down there alone and get her."
Matt's face went white.
"Alone?"
"Alone."
"I have a Brothers patch on, they'll never –"
"Then take it off, go to The Tavern and bring her here."
"That's a suicide mission." Matt argued.
"The MC doesn't pick flowers, Donovan. Now if you even want to be considered as a member of the MC you will go down there, buy her a drink and bring her back here. I don't care what the fuck you have to do to do it."
Caroline Forbes didn't know what she wanted it life.
She stayed in college to please her mom and dressed up pretty to impress her aristocratic boyfriend, but tonight wasn't about that.
Tonight she was going out with her best friend and she was going to have fun.
Real fun.
Not the kind of fun you get out of going to an Opera and eating a bag of chips during intermission.
No that caused Tyler to scowl at her, but she didn't care.
Her best friend from home, Katherine talked her into going to The Tavern. She knew it was a biker bar, but what harm could come out of that?
Her ideal night would give her a few free drinks and a buzz.
She couldn't wait.
An entire night to be someone she wanted to be other than what everyone else was trying to mold her into? She would take it.
"I've only been down here a few times, but the bikers are pretty cool." Katherine told her. "They like to flirt and buy pretty girls drinks which is why I'm making you go. Why have a mojito when you could have a beer on draft?"
Caroline smiled at her friend. "It'll definitely be nothing I ever experienced before."
And it was true. She lived a sheltered life before she met Tyler. He changed everything she knew about the world.
He took her places she's never been before and for that she was grateful. But there was just something… missing. She couldn't quite pinpoint it, but she didn't just want to settle anymore.
She told him she was going to stay with her family for a week… alone.
Caroline thought he would protest, but he surprisingly welcomed the idea. He agreed that it would be good for them to get away from each other for a while. He told her it would make the sex even better when they saw each other in a week's time.
She highly doubted that.
She had never been with another man before, but sex with him was awful.
Was she supposed to feel anything?
She never asked anyone, nor would she ever.
They arrived at The Tavern around midnight. Katherine insisted that they go then because that's when all the 'good things' happened.
Whatever that meant.
Caroline gained a few appreciative nods as she walked through the door. She smiled sweetly at them as she made her way up to the bar.
"And what could I buy a pretty little thing like you?" The man next to her said. He had a long beard, but looked to be in his late twenties. He wore a vest that had a black widow patched on it.
She didn't know what it meant, but she knew he was probably in some motorcycle club.
"A cranberry and vodka for the lady." He told the bartender without allowing her to answer.
"Thank you." Caroline said as he slid the drink towards her.
He smiled wickedly at her. "You're welcome doll."
She could see Katherine on the other side of the bar giving her a thumbs up. Caroline rolled her eyes.
"You come here alone?" He asked her boldly. An alarm went off in her head. She knew not to trust this guy.
"I'm with my friend." She pointed over towards where Katherine stood.
"Ah, you're Katherine's friend." He smiled knowingly. "We know Katherine very well around here, little lady."
"I'm afraid to ask why."
"Then don't." He smiled at her.
Caroline sipped on her drink for a few minutes before she decided to use the restroom. Usually she was smart enough to take a friend with her, but Katherine seemed a little too occupied at the moment.
When she left the restroom, a man with sandy blonde hair stood outside of it.
Well, shit.
"Hey." He smiled at her with a boyish grin.
"Hi." She said awkwardly trying to get past him, but he began to mimic her movements.
"Can I get by?" She asked him.
He didn't say anything, but she felt the barrel of a gun on her stomach.
"Walk backwards." He said softly.
"I'm not going anywhere with –"
He cocked the gun back, but Caroline didn't even flinch.
"I said walk backwards."
"Fine, fine!" She slowly began to walk towards the back of the door.
Once they were outside, the stranger put the gun away.
She then took the opportunity to pick up the nearest object she could find, which was a stick and whack the man across the head.
She hit him pretty good and went in for another swing, but this time he caught the stick and yanked it out of her hand.
"Don't hit me!" He whispered loudly.
"Don't point a gun at me!" She screamed.
He rushed towards her and covered her mouth. "Quiet down!" He told her. "This is Widow territory and I can't get caught here. I have to take you back to the boss. Can you please just cooperate?"
He waited for her compliance, but he got none.
"If I remove my hand from your mouth are you going to scream?" He asked.
She shook her head no.
He let his hand off of her mouth for only a second before she bellowed out the most piercing scream he ever heard.
He quickly clamped her mouth again.
"Now you lost my trust, Caroline."
She eyed him curiously.
How did he know her name?
She began to thrash her body around hoping that he would lose grip but his hold was firm.
He quickly covered her mouth and bound her hands before he dragged her to the black van that was only a few feet away from the bar.
He strapped her in the backseat.
He quickly got in the drivers seat and speed off before the bar could hear the wench scream again.
"I'm taking you to Mikaelson." He tried to explain to her.
She couldn't speak back to him, but she had heard the name before. Mikael Mikaelson was the President of The Brother of Sin.
She overheard her mother talk about the MC on numerous occasions, but never really bothered to listen.
Now she wish she had.
"The VP, Klaus wants to have words with you." He explained to her. "If you just shut your mouth and keep your hands to yourself he'll be easy on you. But if you fight him like you tried to fight me, I can't make any promises."
Caroline rolled her eyes.
Yeah like she was going to just sit there and be held hostage. She would let him take her to whenever the hell she was going, but once she got inside she was going to fight like hell to get out.
Once they pulled up to the mysterious place, Matt the prospect pulled the door open.
"Stay here," He told her.
Like she could just get up and leave, right.
A few minutes later a man approached the van. She couldn't tell what he looked like because she kept her head down willing herself not to look at her captor.
"Well done, Donovan. I'll take it from here."
That honey-like voice caused her eyes to snap up. She made eye contact with the beautiful stranger and suddenly wished she hadn't. His gaze was piercing and his smile was even more captivating.
"Well, well, well, Miss Forbes." He leaned over the seat and unbuckled her seat belt. She made the mistake of breathing in his musky scent.
Seeing that she couldn't move he grabbed her by the waist and swung her over his shoulder. Caroline screamed as loud as she could into the fabric that covered her mouth.
She didn't know whom this beautiful stranger was, but she wasn't about to go down without a fight.
AN: Review... I think I'm really starting to like this idea!