Twisted Love
Season 3
The End of the Affair
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Vampire Diaries, I only own Grace and Fayth :)
Salvatore kitchen, Damon's dream.
Grace giggled as Damon grabbed a slice of chocolate cake putting it on a plate as she sat on the side next to it, he turned about to get grab two forks when he heard her moan in pleasure.
"Mmm." Grace suckled a finger into her mouth, a piece of the sugary icing was missing from the top of the cake, he smirked to himself.
"So, what do you think of my cooking?" Damon purred.
"Amazing." Grace replied looking down at her feet "Do you really have no clothes I could wear?" She looked down at her almost naked body, only black panties and a black lacy bra.
"Nope." Damon replied "That's the beauty of my dream… If I want you to be naked… I just have to think it."
"Damon!" She screamed as she was forced down next the side unclipping her bra throwing it to the floor exposing herself to him.
"Delicious." Damon smirked as he leaned over pecking her lips, he let his lips roam down her body to her perky breasts.
"Mmm." Grace moaned as he kissed up her slender neck, over her jaw line and up to her pouted lips as he moved towards her pinning her against the kitchen counter "Damon." She breathed "Damon. Wait. Just hold me." She held him close not wanting to let go.
"What's wrong, Gracie?" He looked down at her worried.
"I don't want to wake up." She whimpered tears falling down her cheeks, sliding down her face.
"Hey. Hey." He moved her so she was sitting on the side "Don't cry…"
"I don't want to leave you. I don't want to go back to Klaus." She whispered.
"What did he do to you to you when he gave you his blood?" Damon asked, he was desperate for an answer.
"Nothing." Grace whispered.
"Grace. I… I know what you're lying. I won't be mad, I promise." He nodded.
"No. I don't… I don't want to talk about it. The guilt is killing me." Grace whispered.
"Did you have sex with him?" Damon asked backing away from her slightly feeling his gut being to retch at the thought of her with someone else, with Klaus of all people, he felt a gag coming which was suppressed when she quickly answered him.
"No! Damon, no." Grace shook her head "He bribed me."
"What? What did you do?" Damon asked.
"Kissed him." Grace whispered "it was a kiss for like five seconds and I can't bare the thought of keeping it a secret anymore."
"Did you like it?" Damon asked carefully…
"I don't know." Grace whispered "It could have just been the blood... or the fact that I had just seen you and was in need for some comfort, or the thought that I was going to die and I would do anything to live, or to see you again." Grace replied.
"So you did like it?" Damon asked.
"No. The only person I like kissing is you." She stroked his cheek gently "Please believe me."
"I do, but I'm not sure you believe yourself." Damon answered relishing in her touch.
"Don't say that." She climbed down from the side pulling her bra back on "I know what I'm saying, I only love you, Damon Salvatore. It's always going to be you!"
"I know. I know." Damon hugged her.
"Then why do you have to do this to me?" She sobbed "I wanted to live, I wanted to be with you! That's why I did it! You believe me, don't you?" Grace whispered looking up into his icy blue eyes.
"I do believe you." He nodded "I'm sorry, don't cry."
"Grace. Wake up." Klaus voice invaded the dream trying to pull her from Damon's mind.
"I have to go." Grace sighed "I love you."
"Grace. C'mon, love. We're here." Klaus began to shake her.
"Where is here?" Damon asked
"I'm not sure. I'm sorry." Grace whispered "I wish you were here, I wish I was with you." She whimpered
"I love you." Damon kissed her lips passionately when suddenly she was gone from his arms and he felt a sickly swelling in his stomach when he thought of her away from him, out of his reach in Klaus' arms.
Chicago
As her eyes opened she looked across to see Klaus driving a car next to her whilst Stefan sat in the back quietly "Morning, sleepy." Klaus purred "Were you have a nice dream?"
"I didn't want to wake up." Grace moaned honestly stretching out in front of her, clicking several bones making Klaus flinch at the sound and Stefan looked at her surprised at the loud noise of her bones.
"Where are we?" Stefan asked sharply changing the subject.
"Welcome to Chicago, my dear." He smiled at her before looking at Stefan in the rear view mirror "And welcome back, my friend."
"You've been here before?" Grace looked back at Stefan who just shrugged.
"What are we doing here?" Stefan asked as Klaus pulled up, he was the first out of the car followed by the Original hybrid.
"I know how much you loved it here. Bringing back memories of the good old ripper days?" Klaus asked as he zipped around the side and opened Grace's car door helping her step out on her tired legs whilst looking over the car at Stefan.
"Blacked out most of them. A lot of blood, a lot of partying. The details are all a blur." The male vampire shrugged.
"Well, that's a crying shame. The details are what makes it legend." Klaus smirked reminiscing "Word was the ripper of Monterrey for lonely, so he escaped to the city for comfort. It was prohibition. Everything was off limits then, which made everything so much fun."
Chicago, 1920s
Stefan was in the back seat of a old 1920s car lip locking with a beautiful brunette, his lips traced down her neck line stopping on her pulse point, he suckled on the spot for a second making her arch and wither beneath him when suddenly his fangs extended and he pushed them into her soft skin making her call out in pain.
A black cloud rolled over him and he couldn't stop draining the girl until she was laying dead in his arms, but he didn't care. He was a ripper and human life meant nothing to him. He pulls a small white flower from her hair and places it on his suit smiling whipping the blood off his bottom lip as he climbed from the car closing the door behind him.
Mystic Falls
Damon was laying flat in his bed the thin sheet he called a cover was just on his lower half, he imagined Grace's lips scanning over his stomach muscular chest as he lay there contemplating the day. A dream wasn't enough, the hours that they spent in each others arms, warm in each others company still wasn't enough for him, he wanted her all to himself, without fear of Klaus, or losing her. He wanted things to be simpler.
His voice began to vibrate on the table next to him, reaching across he saw it was an unknown number, he quickly hit answer thinking Grace might have got a new phone.
"I can't believe you just left me." Damon pouted as he looked up at his ceiling "I was going to make love to you on the counter top, you missed it."
"we've been over this before, Damon. You were nothing but a toy to me..." Fayth purred.
"Fayth." Damon sat up in his bed "Where are you?"
"Lurking outside your window, pining away." Fayth answered.
"What do you want?" Damon spat.
"I'm homesick. What have I missed?" Fayth asked.
"Well, Stefan and Grace are still Klaus' little prisoners and Elena still thinks she can save them and no one's thought about you since you left?" Damon quipped.
"So has there been any cute Grace and Klaus moments yet? Or haven't you talked to the one you love?" Fayth treated the whole situation like it was a soap opera.
"She kissed him." Damon replied his voice low.
"Oh. Big mistake." Fayth smirked as she inspected her newly french manicured nails "That's gonna it now, an epic love triangle, split between two!"
Damon rolled his eyes "Shut up, Fayth. She said she didn't even like it-"
"Then she lied." Fayth replied shortly "I've kissed Klaus, ok? I know how nice it is, the attention he will shower her with. Never going to give up until he gets what he wants-"
Damon clenched his jaw "Is there an reason that you called?"
"Well, I may have some information for you." Fayth replied.
"Are you trailing them?" Damon asked.
"A hybrid who wants me and my sister dead, his sidekick who's off the rails and a forever 17 year old who is trying to keep her humanity? Katherine and I couldn't be further away." She smirked.
"Which means you know exactly where they are." Damon countered.
"All I know is Klaus pitched a fit once his hybrids didn't work. Now he's looking for some answers." Fayth replied.
"How do you know that?" Damon creased his eye brows.
"Spend 500 years running, and there will be a few people along the way that are looking out for you." Fayth shrugged.
"Is that what you're doing? Looking out for my brother? Looking out for my girlfriend?" Damon asked.
"Maybe, maybe not." Fayth scoffed "I'm conflicted."
"Where are they?" Damon asked his voice low.
Chicago, 1920s
Stefan straightened his tie as he walked down into a private bar, it was still busy with people dancing to the fantastic, fast-moving jazz music, he looked over to the stage to listening the beautiful music flowing from the owner of the bar swaying up on the stage.
"Guess who my eyes have just spied, ladies?" The woman with caramel complexion called to her girls "Looking for a good time, Mr. Salvatore?" She winked.
"Save me a dance, Gloria." Stefan replied with a smooth smirk as he was about to grab a glass of champagne but a glorious blonde haired female reached it with a satin gloved hand before he could take it "Oh. Please, help yourself."
"Oh, I always go." She purred as she leaned close her bouncing golden curls brushing against his neck as her tongue darted out licking his bottom lip tasting the left over blood that Stefan had missed, he looked down to see that she had a bloody set of eyes looking back up at him, her fangs popping out just below her pouted juicy bottom lip "Careful, Mr. Salvatore. You're still wearing your date. She's lovely." She noted as she turned about leave, but Stefan caught her arm.
"No, no, no. Who are you?" He asked but she pressed her finger to his lips to silence him.
Chicago, 2011
"Chicago was magical." Klaus mused.
"Yeah, well, I'll take your word for it." Stefan replied sharply "Like I said, I don't remember most of it."
"Going to get down to business, then?" Klaus asked.
"Why am I still with you? We had our fun, your hybrids failed. I mean, don't you want to move on?" Stefan asked "Just let her go, she's no good to you, she's young and not as strong as I am-" He lowered his voice was Grace leant back against the car.
"I beg to differ, mate." Klaus replied "She's quite a good lie detector... But still we're going to see my favourite witch. If anyone can help us with our hybrid problem, it's her."
Mystic Falls
Elena was in her room looking through a photo album of just her and Grace, it was amazing how many pictures they had taken, from when they had just started high school to what was going to be their senior year this year. She jolted slightly when the door was knocked, she called for them to come in an Damon walked in smiling at her.
"Memories?" He asked and she nodded putting the album down "You're up early, it's only 6 A.M."
"I couldn't sleep." Elena whispered.
"I'm going to get Stefan and Grace, bring them home." Damon told her bluntly "I just wanted to tell you and ask if you wanted to come along."
"What? You know where they are?" Elena jumped up excited.
"Windy city." Damon replied.
"They're in Chicago? How do you know?" Elena tilted her head.
"It came to me in a dream. I was naked, Grace was naked... It was great." Damon smirked as she made a face "Start packing."
"Are they ok?" Elena asked as she grabbed a bag beginning to pack her stuff.
"Well, let's just say they're not there to meet Oprah." Damon smirked "I'll meet you downstairs, ok?"
Caroline was still trapped in a dungeon tied to a chair, she couldn't move and her own father was behind this "Daddy, are you there?" She called as she heard a noise "Why won't you talk to me? Dad!"
As the door opened a thick layer of smoke rolled in and Bill walked in after looking at her filled with sorrow "Shh." He silenced her "I'm sorry this happened to you."
"Dad..."
"I need an answer. How do you walk in the sunlight?" Bill asked.
"Just let me go." Caroline begged.
"Sweetheart, please, just answer me. Then we'll get on with it." Bill replied solemnly.
"Is that all you want to know?" Caroline asked naively.
"That's all I want to know." He promised as she manoeuvred her hand in the binds to show him the ring on her finger.
"Interesting." He noted as he removed the ring.
"No, dad, no! What are you-" He threw the ring to the floor with a audible clique "What are you doing? What are you doing!"
"Your ancestors built this place. People figured it was for unruly prisoners at the jailhouse, but... they had something else in mind. Vervain in the ventilation system to keep their subject weak. Reinforced steel containment chair." He turned and walked from cellar.
"What are you doing!" She demanded as he came back with a blood bag, he opened it and held it in front of her, horrified to see the monster his daughter had become.
"Blood controls you, sweetheart. This is how I'm going to fix you." Bill replied.
"What?" Caroline shook her head when suddenly he pulled on a chain letting sun light pour into the room, the vampire screamed as the beams tore into her skin.
Inside Damon's car they were both sat on their long trip to Chicago "I sure hope we find him, 'cause it would suck if the last memento of Stefan was that crappy old necklace." Damon scoffed as she ran her fingers over the vervain necklace.
"It's an antique, Damon. Like you." She quipped as he reached into the back pulling a diary to the front placing it on her lap.
"Ready this. Paints a pretty little picture of Stefan's first experience in Chicago." Damon replied.
"It's Stefan's diary. I'm not going to invade his private thoughts." Elena crossed her arms over her chest.
"You need to be prepared for what you're about to see." Damon told her calmly.
"I've seen Stefan's darkest periods. I can handle it." Elena replied looking out the window ignoring the older Salvatore brother.
Damon grabbed the diary opening it placing it on the steering wheel so he could drive and read aloud at the same time "Here's one. Match 12, 1922... 'I've blacked out days. I wake up in strangers' blood, in place I don't recognise with women I don't remember'." He looked across at Elena and gasped "Ah! I'm shocked! Stefan's not a virgin?" She quickly snatched the book from him "Then again, Grace isn't a virgin either..." he mused.
"Damon! I don't want to hear about that. She's my sister." Elena growled at him.
"Sorry. Just reminiscing about Grace's first time with me... She was so cute and nervous... asking me what to do, where to-"
"Damon!" She hit him with the book "Shut up!"
"Fine. Back to my game. Tell me if you see a Florida plate." He smirked as she opened the journal reading from a page.
Chicago, 1920s
Stefan was sat up at the bar of the swinging joint drinking heavily with some friends, all were dressed up and looking dapper. He looked to the side of him and saw the beautiful blonde he had met dancing with a man looking over as they spoke loudly and laughing just as loud.
"Sorry to crash the fun, boys." The cute British blonde told them "But some of us actually came here to hear the music. Not you."
"I am sorry, sweetheart. Are we offending you?" Stefan smirked at her.
"It would take a lot more than a baby face like this to offend me." She ran her gloved hand over his smooth cheek, she was about to turn and leave when he took her hand turning her back.
"Ahem. Hey, hey. You ever going to tell me your name?" He asked the blonde looking into her amazing sea blue eyes.
"Sure. When you earn it." She giggled "Now do Gloria a favour and stick a sock in it." She turned walking onto the dance floor beginning to dance with her gentleman friend again.
Chicago, 2011
Stefan, Grace and Klaus all walk down into Gloria's bar standing near the bar as they all looked around "Looks familiar, doesn't it?" Klaus looked over at Stefan.
"I can't believe this place is still here." Stefan looked around.
"You got to be kidding me." A olive tone skinned older women, with short black hair smirked over to them.
"So a hybrid walks into a bar, says to the bartender-"
"Stop." Gloria held her hand up "You may be invincible, but that doesn't make you funny." She mused looking over at Grace "Who's this cutie?"
"Well, Gloria. This my little Grace." Klaus placed his hand on Grace's tiny waist, she quickly shrugged it off "She's a telepath."
"Hmm, I haven't seen a telepath in a very long time." Gloria smiled at her "Not since... Well not since the 20s, I figured most of them were extinct now... Nice to meet you, sweetie. I'm Gloria."
"Grace." her voice was small and nervous as the woman hugged her "Oh. You're a vampire." She felt the connection.
"Yes." Grace's voice was very little.
"Well... Still, nice to meet you." She smiled as she looked over at Stefan "I remember you."
"Yeah. You're Gloria. Shouldn't you be-"
"Old and dead?" Gloria scoffed "Now if I die, who's going to run this place, huh?"
"Gloria's a very powerful witch." Klaus informed Grace.
"I can slow the ageing down some. Herbs and spells. But don't worry, it'll catch up to me one day." Gloria rolled her eyes.
"Stefan, why don't you go with Grace and fix us up a little something behind the bar?" Klaus told them.
"Yeah, sure thing." Stefan nodded taking Grace's arm towing her behind the bar.
Klaus look towards Gloria with seducing smile "You look ravishing, by the way."
"Don't." She stopped his flirtatious comment "I know why you're here. A hybrid out to make more hybrids? That kind of news travels..."
"So what am I going wrong?" Klaus asked "I broke the curse."
"Obviously you did something wrong. Look, every spell has a loophole, but a curse that old... We'd have to contact the witch who created." Gloria told him.
"Well, that would be the Original witch. She's very dead." Klaus narrowed his eyes.
"I know." Gloria nodded "And for me to contact her, I'll need help. Bring me Rebekah." Gloria demanded.
"Rebekah." Klaus smirked "Rebekah is a bit preoccupied."
"She has what I need. Bring her to me." Gloria replied crossing her arms over her chest.
Grace was milling around behind the bar waiting for her drink when she spotted a picture that took her by surprise, it Klaus and Stefan in smart-casual 1920s clothes, arms slung around each other carelessly, laughing, drinks in hand "What is this?"
"What?" Stefan looked over to see the picture "I have no idea."
"Well, I told you both. Chicago is a magical place..."
"But this is me. With you." Stefan whispered seeing the date written at the bottom 1920s.
Elizabeth Forbes had just cleaned herself after being on a long night at work, she hadn't realised that her daughter had been taken and was currently being tortured. Grabbing her phone she rung her daughter thinking that she may had been out with her friends, or Tyler.
"Caroline. It's mom. Just coming up for air after a few all-nighters at the station." The Sheriff informed her daughters voicemail "I thought we'd have lunch and you could remind me I promised not to work so hard." She hung up as Tyler approached the door knocking it.
The sun was still devouring Caroline's pale skin as she continued to cry out in pain, her father wasn't enjoying putting his daughter through this amount of pain, but she was a monster in his eyes.
"No! Please! Stop! Please stop! Please!" Caroline begged as the sun disappeared when Bill pulled the chain hiding the sun for a moment "I don't hurt anything, I swear. Dad, I sweat. I can handle the urges. I can!" she promised.
"If you could handle it, this wouldn't happen." Bill replied holding the open bag in front of her seeing her fangs pop out again.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She whimpered.
"I'm condition you to associate vampirism with pain, in time, the thought of human blood with make you repress your vampire instincts completely." He told her cluelessly.
"That's impossible. Daddy, you can't change who I am." Caroline sobbed.
"Yes, I can." Bill spat.
"no." Caroline whispered.
"You remember this feeling?" Bill growled as she screamed for him to stop, but he pulled the chair and light burst into the dungeon again exposing her, she screamed loudly.
Chicago
Damon and Elena arrive at an apartment, it was old and hadn't been used in a very long time, single bed, small kitchen, one bathroom, it wasn't exactly the high life.
"Stefan could live anywhere in Chicago and he chose this?" Elena scoffed in disbelief as they stood the other side of the locked door in a dirty hall way.
"There used to be an all-girls high school around the corner, but it shut down for attendance issues. Weird." Damon shrugged a smirk playing on his lips as Elena grimaced at him.
"If you're trying to scare me into giving up and going back, it's not going to work." Elena crossed her arms over her chest.
"Shh." Damon told her firmly as he broke the lock letting the door swing open "Here we are. Stefan's second personality home." He walked in with Elena following to see that everything wasn't in use and hadn't been for a while.
"He obviously hasn't been here." Elena shrugged.
"Tour is not over yet." he guided her towards a wall and opened an hidden door to a sort of pantry, there was a lot of alcohol hidden inside.
"Stefan hid his alcohol. What a monster." Elena feigned surprise.
"Look harder." Damon replied leaning against the wall as she leant closer and saw a long list of names, none of the stood out to her except the very first which read Giuseppe Salvatore.
"It's a list of names." Elena shrugged.
"mm-hmm." Damon nodded.
"These are all of his victims?" Elena asked.
"Still handling it?" Damon cocked an eye brow questionably.
"What were you doing in the 1920s? Paving the way for women's liberation?" She scoffed.
"I was around." Damon shrugged "Chicago's a big city. Stefan was a cocky ripper douche. But I could avoid him and still indulge in a few Daisy Buchanan's of my own." He smirked seeing the disgusted look on her face as he turned about to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"His old stomping ground." Damon replied flatly.
"I'm coming with you." Elena grabbed her coat.
"No." Damon told her firmly "You stay here and whip up an actual plan. I'll come back when I find him and her." He left closing the door behind him.
"You... you both knew each other?" Grace asked "Why didn't you say anything when we were expecting him to arrive?" She looked at Stefan.
"I don't remember anything." Stefan replied "Why don't I remember you?"
"You said it yourself, that time had a lot of dark holes." Klaus smirked to himself.
"No, if you knew me, then why haven't you said anything?" Stefan asked.
"I'm a little bust right now. Memory Lane will have to wait." Klaus replied flatly.
"What the hell is going on?" Grace muttered "How did you know him, Klaus?" Grace demanded "Tell me."
"For a price." He purred leaning close, his lips almost touched her, but her lightening quick reflexes let her shoot across the room far away from him as he smirked back.
"Don't." She moved away from him.
"But the other night you were eager to lip lock with me, now you've changed your mind?" Klaus asked.
"I wanted to live." Grace replied cruelly "I needed your blood and your bribed me, it was a nasty thing for you to do."
"Oh, I'm sorry I'm so nasty, love." He pouted "Are you gonna tell your mummy on me? Oh no wait... She's dead. Both of them."
"Oh my God." Grace whispered "How can you say something like that."
"Because I can honestly admit that I couldn't care less about your silly family, all I care about is you." He hissed "It's not even like you have any family left for me to care about, I'm not even sure why it is you continue to care." He mused "Most people would have just turned it off by now."
"Enough." Grace whispered close to tears "Don't speak to me."
"Don't get all sensitive, love." Klaus smirked resting his hand on her hip.
Quickly she lashed out and smacked her hand across his cheek with her force, he stumbled catching onto the bar before looking up at her with a deathly glare "You're gonna pay for that." He stalked towards her.
"No." Stefan jumped out protecting her "Just leave it. Whatever you need to do I'll go with you. Let's just leave now."
"Fine." Klaus rubbed his cheek "Gloria keep an eye on her, careful she's in a foul mood today."
"Because of you!" Grace screamed.
"Stop acting like a child." Klaus told her firmly as he turned and walked from the bar Stefan in tow.
"Are you ok?" Gloria asked walking over to the vampire rubbing her back gently.
"No. No I need my Damon." Grace whispered her body beginning to shake from fear "I need him to tell me everything is going to be ok and that he loves me."
Chicago, 1920s
Stefan was drinking blood from a woman's neck at a booth inside of Gloria's bar whilst the beautiful golden haired woman drank from the other side. As they both pull back they lean in and kiss each other passionately, he pecks down her neck to see a beautiful necklace, one which he would later offer Elena.
"It's beautiful." Stefan fingered the piece of jewellery accordingly.
"A witch gave it to me. Supposedly it's magical." She giggled.
"And is it?" Stefan asked.
"it brought me love, didn't it?" She smiled her bright blue eyes flashing with lust.
"It's late, Rebekah." Klaus caught the blondes arm "We're leaving."
"Get off of me!" Rebekah growled as he pulled her up to be standing next to him.
"Who is this guy?" Stefan asked looking Klaus up and down not impressed.
"Stefan, don't. He'll kill you. He's a lot stronger than he looks." Rebekah warned her lover.
"So this is the famous Stefan Salvatore I've been hearing so much about..." Klaus purred "You're right, he does have funny hair. I'm bored. I want to go."
"Then go without me, I'm not your girlfriend." Rebekah scoffed shrugging her arm from his grip.
"No, you're my sister, which means... you have to do as I say." Klaus narrowed his eyes at her.
Chicago, 2011
"Your sister. So I knew another original vampire." Stefan mused as he and Klaus walked into a warehouse.
"If you can't handle it, then don't ask." Klaus replied as he approached a coffin opening it to reveal Rebekah still dressed in 1920s attire , he stroked her stone cold face gently.
"I don't recognise her." Stefan looked down at the blonde.
"Well, don't tell her that. Rebekah's temper is worse than mine." Klaus reminisced as he pulled the dagger from her chest "Time to wake up, little sister. Any day now, Rebekah." Klaus grew impatient.
"Why didn't you bring Grace with us?" Stefan asked.
"You saw how she was acting, she's a child, misbehaving and troubled." Klaus replied
"You provoked her." Stefan countered "You kept pushing and pushing, she's only young!"
"I wanted to see how far I could push her before she snapped." Klaus replied "Her temper is far too short and she is ruled by emotions, that's a dangerous mix for a vampire of her age when she doesn't have the speed of strength to match her temper."
"Look, why don't you just tell me what the hell is going on? I mean, you obviously want me here for a reason, right?" Stefan vented.
"well, you have many useful talents." Klaus nodded.
"Do I? I thought that was Grace." Stefan countered.
"On the contrary my friend, I learned some of my favourite tricks from you." Klaus smirked.
Chicago, 1920s
Klaus was sitting at a table just opposite Stefan and Rebekah, it was like the younger vampire was meeting the family, minus a few people "So Stefan, enlighten me. What makes you worthy of an Original like my sister? She's pure vampire and you're no more than a diluted bloodline." Klaus mused.
"Don't listen to him, Stefan." Rebekah patted his hand gently "Nik's an elitist."
"Hmm. And where's the rest of your family?" Stefan asked looking across at the Original brother.
"Well, let's see. Um... I killed most of them." Klaus shrugged.
"but not all." She grinned proud that she had managed to stay alive this long in the company of her dagger happy older brother.
"And you're ok with that?" Stefan scoffed.
"Well, we all had the chance to choose a side. I chose the right one, eventually." Rebekah patted Klaus' hand from across the table when a man stops by their table.
"Where the hell's my wide?" he demanded a deathly look in his eyes.
"I don't know. I give up." Stefan joked.
"You think you're so tough? Hiding in your bar, drinking your liquor? A telephone call to Chicago P.D might set you straight." He growled at him as Klaus and Rebekah laugh.
"Lila?" Stefan called "Lila, please. Come here for a second." He called and she walked over to them all.
"Oh thank God! Come on, we're leaving." The man grabbed her arm about to escort her out when Stefan stopped them.
"Oh, no, no, no. You're sitting." The vampire compelled him.
The man took a nervous seat next to Klaus who was smirking at the scene, Stefan scooted Rebekah along so that Lila could take a seat next to him in the now crowded booth, the youngest vampire removed Lila's glove and grabbed a sharp nice.
"Stefan, don't be mean." Rebekah tisked playfully.
"What the hell are you doing?" The man asked scared.
Klaus seemed to be more intrigued now, leaning forward as Stefan sliced into Lila's wrist letting her blood pour out into a glass filling it up "Thank you so much, Lila. Why don't you go and bandage that up?" Stefan smiled nicely as she got up and Stefan captured the man's eye line beginning to compel him again "I'd like you to join me for a drink." He pushed the glass of blood towards him.
"What kind of sick freaks are you?" The man was close to tears.
"I said, drink!" Stefan growled as the man quickly grabbed the glass sipping at it disgusted "I didn't catch your name..."
"Go to hell." The man cried and Klaus chuckled clearly amused by Stefan's ways of torture.
"Do you want another sip?" He threatened.
"Liam. Liam Grant!" He replied.
"Liam Grant! Have another sip, Liam." Stefan grinned as Liam sipped again more tears approaching as he drunk his wife's blood "Finish it." Klaus laughed again as Liam began to down the drink.
Chicago, 2011
"I was your number one fan." Klaus smirked.
"Why should I believe any of this?" Stefan asked, he knew what he was like and he knew that he was a nasty piece of work when he was in ripper mode, but know Klaus and Rebekah too?
Klaus walked over to the man who was handling the transport of the coffins "When she wakes up, tell her to meet us at Gloria's bar." He compelled the man "Then volunteer your carotid artery and let her feed until you die."
"Where are you doing?" Stefan asked.
"You think I'm lying, Stefan. You and I knew each other. You trusted me with one of your secrets and now I'm going to prove it to you." Klaus told him.
"How?" Stefan asked.
"we're going to your old apartment." Klaus smiled at him.
"How are you feeling now, sweetie?" Gloria asked as she placed a glass on a shelf behind her.
"Hmm? I'm fine. Better now, thank you." Grace shrugged, she had calmed from her episode with Klaus before, she had never clashed like that with anyone before, no one had ever made her feel that happy, made her hate them that much.
"Wanna tell me what you're think?" Gloria asked "Not all of us have you neat little ability to just know, you know." She winked.
"Well, there was a bar in Atlanta, and it's where I kind of had a first date with this guy I fell in love with." Grace blushed "It kinda reminds me of this place, a witch owned that place too."
"Who was the lucky fella?" Gloria asked "Was is your Damon that you mentioned earlier?"
"Yeah. My Damon." Grace replied her heart ached for him.
"You know, I knew a Damon once. He was a sexy guy, smooth and mysterious." Gloria mused "Do you miss him?" The witch asked.
"More than anything." Grace told her "I see him in dreams all the time, but it's not the same as seeing him for real, to really be in his arms, feel his kisses..."
"You don't have to dream anymore, Gracie." A deep voice rumbled from behind her, she stiffened as the voice vibrated through her.
"Damon." Grace whimpered as she turned and saw him standing across the bar, her heart stopped momentarily as she ran across and jumped into his arms "Oh my God. What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to save you and my idiot brother." Damon replied picking her up holding her in his arms "It feels so good to hold you again."
"I should have know." Gloria's voice came from across the bar as she walked over to them "Damon Salvatore. I thought you hated this place."
"I'm just here to collect whats mine." Damon replied "You seen my brother?" he looked at Grace.
"No." Grace shook her head "Klaus took him somewhere, they didn't tell me. I can't believe you're here." She nuzzled into his neck smelling his skin "Is this a dream?"
"No." He chuckled "I'm really here." He kissed her cheek "Do you know where they are Gloria?"
"They're running an errand for me." Gloria replied vaguely.
"Care to enlighten me on what kind of errand?"
"This is Klaus we're talking about, sweetie. It's not gonna happen. I mean not all of us have a death wish like your girl here." Gloria smirked as she cleaned yet another glass.
"What?" Damon looked at her.
"I slapped Klaus." Grace replied.
"Grace!" Damon hissed.
"He... he was pushing my buttons, he reminded me that I had no one! I wouldn't take it so I lashed out." Grace whimpered "I didn't mean to, it was hurting and I wanted it to stop."
Elena was sitting on Stefan's bed as she read through the vampire journal, she felt as if she was invading his privacy, but she just wanted to know more of his dark days, prepared herself for what she was about to face, what she would have to save.
April, 1922. Lexi found me last night, dragged me off the train tracks. Thinks she can made me care again.
Elena read as she turned the page again, Lexi had been a big part of Stefan's life whilst she was still alive, a part of the doppelgänger wished that the blonde was still alive so that she could help, but this was going to be something Elena would have to face alone.
June, 1924... Lexi's driving me crazy. More animal blood, more misery.
Her heart ached at the words, as much as Stefan had respected Lexi and loved her for helping him, there was that part that hated her whilst the blonde was trying to save him, Elena didn't want that part, she want his love unconditionally, but if she was going to save him, that was what she was going to have to face, good and bad.
1935... cravings are there, but it's easier. Lexi's on to her next project... Getting me to laugh.
Elena smiled at this last one, obviously Lexi had succeed in getting her best friend to laugh and be human again, even thought that could never happen she had made it as human as she could for him and that's why Elena loved Lexi, the help with Stefan, the normality she put into Stefan.
Her heart stopped momentarily as she heard voice's coming down the hall, Stefan and Klaus. Her face was shocked as they got close to the door.
On the other side Klaus and Stefan walked towards Stefan's old apartment, the Original narrowed his eyes when he noticed that the lock was broken, he kicked the door and it swung open "What a charming little homestead. Do you feel that? Is anybody here?"
"It's been vacant for decades. People must break in all the time. Why'd you bring me here?" Stefan asked looking at the empty room in front of him.
"Your friend, Liam Grant, the one who drank his wife's blood... I never could figure out why you wanted his name. And then you told me your secret. It was all part of your special little ritual." Klaus noted.
"To write it down." Stefan nodded.
"And relive the kill... over and over again." Klaus smirked as he opened the door to the hidden compartment where Stefan would jot down the name of his kills "You believe me now?"
Stefan walked into the room and saw Elena hiding, her eyes lit up with hope when she met his forest green eyes "Look what I found." He mused and fear struck Elena's heart, he reached behind her brushing her hair softly as he reached for a bottle of whisky before walking from the room "1918 single malt."
"My favourite. Let's go and find someone to pair it with." Klaus smirked as Stefan closed the closet behind him hiding Elena from view.
A little while later Elena was slid down the wall sitting on the floor with a vervain dart clenched in her hand, protecting herself from any intruders even if it was Stefan, Klaus or Grace. The door opened again but this time Damon walked in, she went to stab him but stopped.
"Finally! I called you an hour ago!" Elena growled as he passed a bag to her.
"Make yourself presentable. I know where Stefan and Grace are." He took a seat on the bed.
"I told you that I was practically discovered by Klaus and you're worried about what I'm wearing?" Elena scoffed.
"I had an hour to realise what a bad idea it was to leave you alone, process it and move on. Are you ok?" He asked finally.
"Yeah." Elena breathed out.
"Ok, good. Get dressed. You're all road-trippy and gross.
"So you know where their going to be?"
"I've seen her already." Damon smiled "She was incredibly happy to see me."
"How? When?" Elena asked "Is she ok?"
"She's fine." Damon nodded.
"Good." Elena smiled to herself "I'll distract Klaus and you take Stefan and then I'll get Grace out of there somehow."
"Ok. Thank you." Elena smiled.
"But you're going to have about five minutes tops before that hybrid freak rips my heart out. So please, tell me you can do this." Damon begged.
"I can do this." Elena told him determined, it was time for her to be more like Lexi, strong, independent and there for Stefan no matter what!
Klaus and Stefan were sitting up at the bar whilst Grace sat on her own across the room at a booth, a scotch in her hand, the hybrid took note that she wasn't drinking it, just smelling it.
"Is there a reason she does that?" Klaus asked.
"She misses him. The scotch smells of him." Stefan shrugged.
"Where's Rebekah?" Gloria walked over to Klaus and Stefan.
"She'll be here. I can't just conjure her on demand." Klaus smirked talking about his stubborn baby sister before looking over at Stefan "What's with you? I thought Chicago was your playground."
"So this is why you asked me to be your wingman? Because you liked the way that I tortured innocent people?" Stefan shook his head in disgust.
"Well, that's certainly half of it." Klaus shrugged.
"What's the other half?" Stefan asked.
"The other half, Stefan, is that you used to want to be my wingman."
Chicago, 1920s
Stefan and Klaus were sitting up at the bar drinking strong, expensive liquor whilst the bar buzzed around them, couples dancing, dresses swaying and swishing to the upbeat jazz tempo, people laughing and having a good time, including the two buddies.
"They're jealous." Stefan hissed "Your family wants you dead because they can never be what you are."
"What? An abomination?" Klaus slurred.
"No. A king." Stefan bigged him up and Klaus grinned at the status.
"Look at us. Two sad orphans." The Original smirked "My sister fancies you, you know. But... I should warn you, Rebekah doesn't do anything half-speed, and that includes falling in love. So just be careful. She's totally mad."
"I appreciate the advice." Stefan nodded.
"And when the point comes where she inevitably leaves you... She can't help it, it's just who she is. Don't let your heart do anything stupid." He patted Stefan's back comfortingly.
"You know what, you're a good friend, Nik. I'm glad I met you." Stefan slurred drunkly.
Chicago, 2011
Klaus smirked as Gloria laid two shots full of tequila out in front of them both, the Original hybrid picked his up holding it out towards Stefan waiting for him to pick up his "To friendship."
Mystic Falls
Caroline was still sat in her fathers dungeon, burn marks covered her body and due to the lack of blood were healing incredibly slowly, the vervain wasn't helping either, keeping her weak, unable to break free.
"I want you to know, when Carol Lockwood called me and told me about you... I sat down and cried." Bill told her honestly
"Dad, I'm ok. I've learned to adapt. I need you to try your best now." Bill told her as he waved a blood bag under her nose to see that she didn't change, the pain was too great and she was far too weak "There, see? You're doing it." He smiled, the father was treating the situation like his daughter had just learned to ride a bike without the training wheels, or like she had driven a car for the first time, what he was doing now was torture, he wanted his daughter to be human, but that was something she could never be again.
"I can't." Caroline struggled to fight what was in her nature.
"Yes, you can. Fight the urge." he told her firmly.
"Daddy, I'm starving." She whimpered.
"I know you are, Care. Try." He begged.
"Why? You know that this isn't going to work." The blonde told him firmly.
"It had to work. It's the only option!" Bill growled.
"Why are you trying to fix me." Caroline whispered.
"So I don't have to kill you!" The pain was evident in his voice when her face changed again, the want was too much, the need was too strong for her to resist.
"Daddy, I'm sorry." She cried.
"The sun's gone down." He noted "We'll try again tomorrow." He added as he went to leave the room but Liz was standing there pointing at gun at him.
"Hello Bill." She purred.
"Put the gun down, Liz." He told her firmly "I know what I'm doing."
"That's our daughter in there. She looks up to you. She loves you." Liz spat.
"Then she'll trust me to do the right thing. Let me do this, Liz. Not because she's a monster. But because we love her." Bill begged playing the parent card on the loving mother.
"Tyler." Liz called, this was when Caroline's eyes pricked up, she heard his heavy footsteps jogging down the stairs.
"You're not going in there." Bill told him
Liz shot just passed the vampire hunter making him flinch "Go ahead." Liz told Tyler.
"Tyler." Caroline whimpered as he ran over to her breaking the chains off of her.
"It's ok." He assured her "We're going to get you out of here."
"My ring." Caroline whispered close to exhaustion, drained from the vervain intake and lack of blood, Tyler searched the room for her daylight ring, when he saw it he placed it on her finger smiling at her as he carried her from the house bridal style.
Chicago
"So I'm confused." Stefan admitted "If we were such great friends, then why do I only know you as the hybrid dick who sacrificed my girlfriend on an alter of fire?" He added.
"All good things must come to an end." Klaus mused pondering over his drink.
Chicago, 1920s
Stefan and Rebekah were swaying together to the beautiful jazz that flowed elegantly through the air, a smile plastered the Original brother lips as he watched the beautiful couple. His sister and his best friend. They were truly meant to be. Policemen enter the building firing wildly disrupting the party. Everyone quickly scatter and Klaus, Rebekah and Stefan were behind the bar.
"They're using wooden bullets. They know." Stefan told them as he picked a bullet off the floor.
"That means he's here." Fear was thick in the female Original's voice as she shared a look with her brother.
"Who? Who's here?" Stefan asked confused.
"Rebekah." Klaus threw her a look "Come on, we've got to go." He picked her up holding her against him.
"What the hell is going on?" Stefan demanded.
"Stefan!" Rebekah looked at him.
"Go!" Klaus ordered his little sister as she zipped off into the night her necklace slipped from her throat with her or her brother knowing. Stefan reached down about to pick it up, he would give it to her when he saw her next, but Klaus stopped him "Stefan. I'm sorry, but the fun has to end here."
"What are you talking about?" Stefan creased his eye brows.
The Original began to compel the vampire "You must forget Rebekah and me. Until I say otherwise, you never knew us, Stefan. Thank you. I had forgotten what it was like to have a brother." He mushed before vanishing into the night too.
Chicago, 2011
"you compelled me to forget?" Stefan looked at him astonished.
"It was time for Rebekah and I to move on. Better to have a clean slate." Klaus shrugged.
"But why? You shouldn't have to cover your tracks... Unless you're running from someone." Stefan looked over at him.
"Story time's over." Klaus replied as he looked around to see that Grace was no longer there "Where did she go?"
"I'm not sure." Stefan looked around the room.
"What is wrong with that girl today? She's restless, a burden really." Klaus growled.
"Then why keep her around?" Stefan hissed.
"Would you rather I kill her?" Klaus creased his eye brows.
"No! Just... let her go... just let her go." Stefan repeated.
"Go find her." Klaus told him firmly "Bring her back and make sure she has a better attitude."
As Stefan rose from his chair he walked outside the club to see Damon and Grace embracing tightly in the cold air of the night, the younger Salvatore brother wished that him and his Gilbert girl could share a loving embrace like that.
"What is wrong with you!" Stefan spat at Grace "Are you trying to get yourself killed in there? Pissing off an Original hybrid like that, not a smart idea, genius!"
"Hey. Back off." Damon spat at his brother "At least she remember's what's important and not that hybrid dick!"
Stefan was at a loss for words "Klaus almost saw Elena today, do you know how dangerous that was? You have to get her out of Chicago."
"Elena's here?" Grace whispered "I... I thought it was just you..."
"She's not leaving until she's got you checked into vampire rehab and on the mend. Trust me. I've tried." Damon spat.
"She is the key to everything." Stefan added "Klaus can't know she's alive."
"What are you talking about?" Damon shook his head confused by his younger brother.
"She was supposed to die in the sacrifice and she didn't. Now Klaus can't create any new hybrids. His witch is seconds away from figuring that out." Stefan told him "Tell Elena to go home and forget about me."
"Tell her yourself." Damon replied after a long pause.
Stefan turned slowly to see Elena standing behind him playing with a long strand of her chocolate brown hair, he wanted nothing more than to rush over and hug her tightly, but he fought the urge that welled deep inside him.
"There you are." Klaus muttered as Grace approached "I hope you're in a better mood than earlier, striking me wasn't really a good idea."
"You knew what you were doing." Grace hissed "Pushing and pushing me until I snapped... You wanted me to hit you."
"I didn't want you to hit me. I'm not some weirdo who is into pain, love-"
"You know that's a shame, I used to like it when Grace bit me or hit me. Kinda hot to see her angry." Damon mused as he took a seat the other side of the hybrid.
"I see they've open the door to the riff raff now." Klaus glared over at him narrowing his eyes at him.
"Oh, honey, I've been called worse." Damon smirked.
"You don't give up, do you?" Klaus noted.
"Give me my girlfriend and brother back... You'll never have to see me again." Damon noted.
"You know what Damon, why don't we have a drink?" Klaus asked "Man to man, sorry, man to boy..."
"Fine." Damon nodded taking the insult and down lunging for him.
"From Grace, I hear her blood is quite delicious." Klaus noted a smirk play on his lips, being in love with the same girl was one thing but sharing her blood too?
"Fine." Damon clenched his teeth.
"Shall we." Klaus rose from his seat walking over to a booth.
"Damon." Grace whispered, a layer of fear and nerves covered her usual calm voice. Whenever Damon would bite her it would be sexy and pleasurable, but two people draining her of blood, her nerves were shot!
"It's fine. I promise, it won't hurt." Damon lead Grace over to the booth where Klaus was, she slid in the middle taking a seat next to the hybrid and Damon slid in next to her taking her hand under the table.
"You shouldn't be here." Stefan told Elena firmly.
"Where else would I be?" Her voice was small.
"What do you want?" Stefan hissed "Damon won't be able to distract Klaus for long... Just take Grace and get out of here, I can go back in there and distract Klaus for a while whilst you get Grace out of Chicago."
"We're not leaving without you both." Elena told him as she touched his face "We'll find a way." She embraced him about to stake him with a vervain dart when he stopped her catching her wrist, she whimpered in pain.
"How much clearer can I make it? I don't want to go home! I don't want Grace here with me! I just want to forget everything." Stefan hissed.
Damon traced his hot tongue down Grace's slender neck and she in return whimpered in pleasure her eyes fluttering shut, just having Damon there was enough to make her heart stutter and jump. Klaus followed the younger vampires lead but instead of sinking his teeth in he used a knife to slice the skin with a clean cut, if he had bit then Grace would had been infected with a nasty werewolf bite.
"ah." She whispered, gulping as the blood began to pour over the wound.
"Relax, love." Klaus purred as he suckled from the slit letting her addictive blood pour into his mouth, Damon sunk his teeth into the soft skin making her moan and arch her back. She had originally thought it was going to hurt, but it was the opposite, it was fairly pleasurable.
"Uh." She moaned as Klaus rubbed her inner thigh as her dress began to raise up her creamy thighs, Damon caught the act and a low growl rumbled in his throat as his protectiveness and a wave of jealous rolled over him. His fingers quickly took their place over her black, hip-hugging soft panties making Grace whimper even louder in pleasure "Oh, Damon."
Klaus felt a loud growl of jealousy as he sucked more ferociously and placed his hand over her breast massaging it gently making her whimper and moan leaning her head back.
"I love you." She moaned.
"I love you." Damon purred in her ear rubbing his fingers faster, she tensed and her out a little scream, she placed her hand over his loving the feeling of him moving and making her feel this was and Klaus was just adding to the feeling "Not much longer now, baby." He purred knowingly.
She wished that he could tare of her clothes, throw her on the table and take her there, she choked out moans when suddenly the sensations stopped, there was a loud crash and the breaking of chairs. As she reopened her eyes she saw Damon was on the floor with Klaus hovering above him stake in hand.
"No!" Grace screamed "No! No! Stop!"
Suddenly as the stake was about to plunge into Damon's chest it set alight making Klaus drop it to the floor, Gloria was standing above them glaring down at them both.
"Really?" He scoffed.
"Not in my bar! You take it outside." Gloria hissed.
"Fine. You know what, Damon? Take her." Klaus smiled at him "I wish to give her the option of her freedom, whether she wants to be with a man who can truly protect her from anything, or from a boy who thinks he can protect from her anything." He looked over at Grace "Pick. Damon or me."
"It was always Damon, Klaus." Grace shook her head "You can't force me to love you by bribing me with kisses, or drinking from me. That's something you have to earn, that you have to fight for... I'm sorry."
Klaus let out a low growl as he looked across at the young male vampire "I'm not going to let her go that easily." He hissed "Go outside, I will send Grace out when I'm finished."
"No." Damon replied firmly.
"Go!" Klaus roared but Damon stood his ground.
"Hey. Hey." Damon stroked Damon's cheek "He won't hurt me, alright?" She pecked his lips "I'll be out in a moment." With a grimace towards Klaus the young vampire turned and walked across the room to sit up the bar ordering a drink whilst he waited for his lover.
"Why? Why him?" Klaus asked in a hushed voice "There is nothing special about him-"
Grace sighed heavily tucking a piece of hair behind her ear "You may see it that way, Klaus, but I love him with all my heart."
"That's a lie! There is a part of you..." Klaus zipped towards her "Deep, deep down that cares for me. You worry when I get into fights. You loved that kiss. And there is a part of you that loves me."
"Klaus." Grace whimpered shaking her head "Damon is who I-"
"You may not know it now, you may not even know it in 10 years time, but one day you will wake up and feel something for me, something that is stronger than your love for Damon or anyone..." Klaus told her before leaning down and kissing her forehead "Now go before I change my mind."
"Why are you letting me go?" Grace asked "What's the real reason?"
"Stefan is a lot more obedient than you are, love. I need someone who can follow orders, not question and fight them." Klaus replied before unclipping a beaded bracelet from around his wrist sliding it into her tightening it so it wouldn't fall off.
"What's the real reason?" Grace asked inspecting the band on her tiny wrist.
"In truth, I want you to be with me because you want to be not because you have to be." Klaus replied "In time you will come to the right decision. Now go before I change my mind."
Grace nodded as she looked up into his bright sea blue and green eyes turning to see Damon already waiting for her, she took his hand and lead her towards the door, the younger vampire glanced over her shoulder at Klaus who was smiling to himself.
It wasn't easy letting her walk out the door of the bar with him, but Klaus knew that the little telepathic vampire would have to come to the decision on her own. She had to want him as much as he wanted her, he wasn't sure how long it would take her and it hurt him to think about it.
There were many times where he thought to just compel her to forget everything, forget Mystic Falls, forget Damon and start a new life with him, wherever they wanted to go, he would show her the world and she would love every minute. It would be so much easier to just compel her to love him, it would override her love for Damon and she would be happy again.
Slowly Klaus crossed the room and took a seat up at the bar grabbing a drink sipping from it tentatively as he pined over losing her, it wasn't fair how he had to suffer and Damon could get what he wanted... but they both wanted the same thing and that was something they would never agree on.
"Klaus is obsessed with siring these hybrids. The second he knows you're alive, he'll figure out why it's not working." Stefan told him.
"Look, I know you're trying to protect me, but I can't let you do it. Come with me, Stefan. Please." She begged.
"And what do you expect if I do? Huh? It's never going to be the same, Elena." He replied sharply, he was trying to push her away, block out what he was truly feeling.
"I know that." Elena's voice was small.
"I don't think you do." Stefan shook his head "I've left bodies scattered from Florida to Tennessee. Innocent people. Humans." Stefan reminded her.
"Lexi found you like this before. In the 20s, and... and she saved you."
"And you know what I did after that? I spent 30 years trying to pull myself together. To a vampire, that's nothing. To you? That's half your life." He whispered painfully.
"I can't give up on you, Stefan." Elena whimpered.
"Yes, you can. It's done. That part of my life is done. I don't want to see you. I don't want to be with you. I just want to you go. Take your sister and my brother and leave Chicago, just leave, Elena." Stefan told her he turned and walked back into the bar to see Klaus sitting alone "Where is Grace?"
"I sent her away. She was too much trouble." Klaus mused "We're about to get Rebekah back that's as much female demands and screaming I can handle, without Grace adding to it."
"So she's leaving with Damon?" Stefan asked.
"Yes." Klaus replied through gritted teeth narrowing his eyes, tightening his hand around the glass growling low in his chest to warn Stefan that he was in a foul mood.
"That's... That's nobel of you." Stefan mused "It must have been hard for you to watch her walk out that door."
Grace and Damon walked outside in silence, she could feel his eyes burning a hole in her back, when she turned to him he leaped on her and kisses her, hugging her tightly "Grace." He whispered "I have you back, you're mine and I'm never going to let you go again."
"Is he really just letting me go?" Grace whispered "It can't be this easy?"
"He wants to give you options, babe... So yes, it is this easy." He smiled as he lead her to his car "But just incase, let's get the hell out of Chicago."
"What about Stefan?" Grace asked as she got in the car, Damon climbed in next to her.
"He doesn't want t come with us." Elena told them from the back making the both jolt "He told me that he doesn't want me anymore."
"Elena." Grace whispered taking her hand "Hey, it's all going to be ok. Alright?"
"All this time..." She stuttered over her tears "I spent... I spent searching for him and planning on helping him, but now... He doesn't even want me. Wait... What are you doing here?"
"Klaus let me go." Grace shrugged "He... he said I was too disobedient and he had no time for me." Grace lied, she didn't want to tell her the real reason.
Mystic Falls
Caroline was lay in her bed weak from the recent events, her mother was sat next to her patiently waiting for her to finish the blood bag she had given her.
"Thank you." She rasped as she finished it handing it to her mother.
"Honey, your dad... All our families, we have beliefs that have been passed on through generations. And we were taught never to stray from them." Liz replied.
"You did." Caroline countered looking up at her loving mother.
"You taught me to look at thing in a different way." Liz replied softly.
"I just through that he was the one who got me." Caroline whimpered close to tears.
"He dod. He will again." Liz assured her as she was about to leave, Tyler walked into the room smiling at the blonde.
"Hey, mom?" Caroline called and Liz looked over her shoulder as her beautiful daughter "Thanks for believing in me." She breathed, Liz threw her a soothing smile before walking from the room shutting the door behind her.
"Would now be a bad time to give you crap about sneaking out on me?" Tyler joked and Caroline smiled, but then she felt tears welling up in her eyes, he joined her on the bed and embraced her tightly and she sobbed into his neck.
"He hates me. My dad hates me." Caroline whimpered and he kissed her head.
Chicago
As Klaus and Stefan return to the room where Klaus' family coffins were stored he saw that Rebekah's coffin was now empty and the man he had compelled to give himself over to her was dead on the floor in a pool of his own blood.
"Rebekah..." He called "It's your big brother. Come out, come out, wherever you are." He sung when suddenly a dagger was forced into his chest.
"Go to hell, Nik!" Rebekah spat.
Chicago, 1920s
Rebekah and Klaus were standing next to an old car awaiting their escape from Chicago "Hurry up, Rebekah. Let's go!" The older brother ordered.
"He'll be here any second." Rebekah whispered looking out down the pitch black street a single street lamp lighting it.
"Do you want to die? We've been found. We need to move." Klaus told her firmly.
"Not without Stefan." Rebekah replied.
"Stefan's not coming. We have to disappear. He'll draw too much attention. Let him go." Niklaus told her gripping her arm.
"What did you do?" Rebekah ordered.
"Come on. We don't have time for one of your tantrums." Klaus hissed.
"I don't want to run anymore, Nik! All we do is run. I want to be with Stefan." Rebekah told him, love was filling her heart aching heart as she thought of her lover.
"Fine. Then choose. Him or me." Klaus hissed and when she didn't answer he smirked "That's what I thought. Get in the truck. Let's go."
"Goodbye, Nik." Rebekah whispered as she turned, quickly Klaus moved to force a dagger through her heart neutralising her so she wouldn't be any more trouble.
Chicago, 2011
Niklaus pulled the dagger from his chest and threw it to the floor looking at his baby sister, she was still in the same clothes that she had been wearing that faithful night in the 20s "Don't pout. You knew it wouldn't kill me."
"Yeah, but I was hoping it would hurt more." Rebekah told him.
"I understand that you're upset with me, Rebekah... So I'm going to let that go. Just this once. Brought you a little peace offering. You can come in." Klaus called and Stefan stepped out from the shadows.
"Stefan..." She whispered as Klaus walked over to him and began to compel him.
"Now you remember." He compelled him and memories came rushing back of his time in the 1920s, he looked down at the blonde with bright blue eyes.
"Rebekah." He looked at her.
"Stefan." He placed a hand on his shoulder.
Chicago, 1920s
Stefan and Klaus were sat down in Gloria's bar joking around and laughing when he grabbed a man with a old camera and grinned at him "Hey, buddy, take a picture of my brother and me." He quickly threw his arm around Klaus and the Original did the same.
Chicago, 2011
"I remember you." Stefan whispered "We were friends."
"We are friends." Klaus corrected him as he looked over at his sister "And now the reason you're here. Gloria tells me you know how to contact the Original witch."
"The Original witch?" Rebekah questioned.
"What do you have that Gloria needs?" Klaus questioned and Rebekah placed her hand to her neck to feel that it was bare.
"Where' my necklace? What did you do with it? I never take it off!" Rebekah screamed.
"I don't know. I didn't touch it." Klaus promised.
"We need to find it, Nik. Now, I want it back!" She shrieked, the sound echoed the room as she stalked towards her coffin that she had been sleeping in for the past years.
"Tell me that's not what she needs, Rebekah!" Klaus growled as she searched her coffin to find nothing, she pushed it to the ground and turned to them huffing and puffing.
Mystic Falls
Damon pulls up outside of Elena's house and Grace walks her sister in, no one else knew that Grace there yet and wasn't looking forward to telling everyone that they couldn't bring Stefan because he wanted nothing to do with them. As Grace climbed back in the car she let out a breathy sigh.
"Are you going to keep that on?" Damon asked.
"Hmm?" Grace asked.
"The bracelet... that Klaus gave you." Damon looked down at the beaded band not happy with it's presence on her wrist.
"Damon... It's just a bracelet." Grace shrugged as she leaned over and pressed her lips against his "It means nothing to me, but you do, so let's head home. We can take a nice bathroom together." She winked.
A little later on Damon and Grace were cuddling in a warm soapy bath, bubbles all around them as they relished in the touch of each other "it feels so good to be home, but everything just seems... it all seems too easy."
"I know." Damon nodded "But like you said, let's just enjoy the time we have together." He pecked down her neck fighting the urge to sink his teeth in, instead he ran his hand down her body at a tortuous slow pace.
"Damon." She choked on the word.
"What do you want, baby?" Damon smiled "Tell me."
She took his hand and slowly moved it even further down her down, her head leaning down on his chest as he touched all the right spots, his phone began to ring but he didn't stop what he was doing as he answered it.
"Kind of busy at the moment." He noted as Grace began to shake.
"Don't you have just a moment for me. I want to know how it went." Fayth purred "Give me all the juicy details..."
"You were right, he was there and so was she." He moved his fingers faster making her call out.
"And I take it from that sound Klaus let you take her." Fayth noted "He gave her an option I take it..."
"Yeah, how did-"
"I know? Because that's what Original's do, however crazy they are, they are nobel and they want people to love them for them, however stupid that is..." Fayth smirked "Let me guess... it ended in tears for little Elena?"
"Where are you?" Damon asked.
"Damon!" Grace arched her back but he kept her flat against him.
"Why? Do you want to come rub sunscreen on my back?" Fayth purred seductively.
"I'm thinking Europe." Damon guessed watching Grace "Italy, maybe. Or Spain. You were always a suck for those lazy afternoons." Damon noted.
"Keep guessing, Damon. Bye-bye." She smirked as she hung up.
"She helped." Grace asked trying to calm herself "Why?"
"Katherine wants to protect Stefan obviously, and you both come as a package deal." Damon replied turning her head so that he could kiss her.
Chicago, 1920s
Rebekah's necklace was sitting on the ground, Katherine was looking at it from a distance, as they moved to pick it up Fayth quickly grabbed her and made her hide. Stefan stepped out and picked the necklace up from the ground creasing his eye brows at it.
"Hey kid. Chicago P.D." A older man with slick grey hair called.
"I'm not afraid of you." Stefan spat.
"Oh, I'm not here for you." He smirked as he reached in his pocket and pulled out a piece of sketch paper showing Stefan a drawn picture of both Rebekah and Klaus "Have you seen these two?"
"I've never seen those people before in my life." Stefan answered truthfully.
"Wrap it up, boys." The silver haired man called "we're through here." They began to pack up all of their things and leave.
Stefan looked down at the necklace in his hands, there was something familiar about it, literally the answer was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't figure out what it was, as he walked out Katherine and Fayth watched him leave.
Chicago, 2011
As Fayth stepped out of the both she saw her sister applying her lip gloss as she waited for her. In truth the sisters had been in Chicago the whole time, just keeping a low profile so that Klaus wouldn't find them. That didn't mean they couldn't look out for the Salvatore's on their family...
A/N
Hey! So here is another chapter! Grace has returned to Damon, I think it's about time she had been away from him for 2 months and I think Klaus would have given her the option, considering he was the one that made her leave. And he couldn't exactly kill her like he did with Rebekah because then she would die.
So there was plenty of Drace and Klace is this chapter, I honestly think this is the longest chapter I've written! Haha!
Do you think Klaus is going to give up that easy? Has Damon fully forgiven Grace for the kiss she shared with Klaus? Tell me what you think, leave me a review!
And for all of you who are team Klace, you don't have to worry, this isn't the end of them there will be more of that ship to come!
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Graciiee xx