Hey Klarophants,
I'll try to keep this brief so you guys can move on with your lives. I have to be honest with you guys, I've started to lose my motivation to write this story for said reasons that will be ranted about at the end of the chapter. I was surprised I was able to even finish this chapter considering school, work, and my lack of motivation. But nevertheless, I did, and I think this ended up being one of my longest chapters? I'll check later. But enjoy, I wanted to make sure I threw in one more chapters before the (un)Originals and the Vampire Diaries come back on.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters.
Chapter 9: All Hell on Earth
The uncanny silence sent chills down their backs. Every step inside bringing more anxiety.
Stefan stumbled over something.
"Watch your step," Marcel said.
The dim light from the candles did little to aid their vision. Darkness seemed to wait for them at every corner, but you could still barely make out the faded silhouettes of the surrounding furniture. It was quiet, too quiet. Something none of them could comprehend. They feared they could be ambushed at any moment. But first, they had to find Rebekah. They felt around the sides, searching for a crack or some kind of opening that would lead to a room. After blindly groping for a doorknob, Stefan finally felt the cold metal rub against his fingertips.
"Marcel," Stefan said in a low voice. "I think I found an opening."
Marcel moved to his direction as Stefan steadily opened the door.
As the door creaked open, they could see that room was lit up with several candles that sat around the whole room. A wooden desk rested in the middle, parchments of paper and folded letters littered its surface. The walls were painted red, covered with shelves of old books and strange collectibles.
Stefan and Marcel cautiously walked inside and started looking through some of the stuff. While Marcel looked at the shelves, Stefan studied one of the maps that were hidden under several worn out parchments. Running his fingers over the map, Stefan noticed there were three locations marked. He looked at it questionable.
Could this be a–
"We better get going," Marcel patted his shoulder. "We still need to find Rebekah."
Stefan nodded. As they started to head out of the room, the Salvatore carefully folded the map and tucked it into his pocket.
After checking a couple other rooms, they proceeded to go upstairs. The rickety steps felt like they could fall apart at any moment as they steered their way up the winding stairs. When they reached the top, they noticed a small glimmering light in the distance. Going off that, they decided to try that room first. The door was already partially opened, and as they pushed it aside it bumped against something. Peering inside they saw a young black woman leaning against the foot of the bed. Her curly hair lay in a mess, sweat glistening on her forehead as dried blood trickled from her nose.
Stefan and Marcel warily went over to her and looked over her injuries. They noticed her hands and feet were both tied, and she looked very pale as if she hadn't eaten in days. Marcel's hand lightly brushed past her face as he felt for a pulse.
She was still alive.
The girl's eyes fluttered open in a daze.
"Marcel," she asked hoarsely. "Is that you?"
The two vampires looked at each other stunned. Could this be her?
"Rebekah?" Stefan hesitantly asked.
The girl turned her face to look at him confused.
"Stefan? What are you doing here?"
Marcel and Stefan nodded to each other. This was definitely their original.
"Rebekah, honey, we're here to get you out," Marcel said as he ripped the binds that tied her limbs. "We're taking you home."
Tears began to well in her eyes, she was finally going home. Rebekah weakly put her arms around Marcel's neck as he pulled her up in his.
Stefan and Marcel started heading to the door, "Alright, so all we need to do now is get out of here–"
"And where do you think you're going?" a stingy voice called from behind.
Turning, they were faced with a witch. Her tangled hair was tied under a bandana and she wore layers of large shirts that dangled over her knees. She had a toothy grin as she stared at her trespassers.
"I don't suppose you're trying to take away our dear sweet Lyn, are you?"
"I'm sorry ma'am, but she's our friend," Stefan tried to reason. "We want no harm. We just want to take our friend home."
The witch danced forward, brushing her hand over Rebekah's shivering cheek.
"Don't be silly," she cooed. "Sweet Lyn doesn't want to leave."
Marcel and Stefan exchanged glances. This woman was obviously crazy.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we have to take her."
They started to exit the room when a pain began to hammer into their minds.
The two vampires bent over, nearly dropping Rebekah, yelling out in agony at the pounding pain. The witch leaned over and grinned directly at Marcel's face.
"I'd die before I'd let vampire-scum steal our sweet Evelyn."
She tried to yank Rebekah away from Marcel's arms, but he refused to let her go. While the witch was distracted, Stefan moved behind her and snapped her neck. Her body fell to the ground with a thud. Deafening screams began to fill the air and the house was suddenly illuminated with a thousand candles.
"Time to go!" Marcel ordered.
Lifting up Rebekah, they scrambled out of the room. Witches began spilling out of every room. One witch ran forward and tried to stab Stefan with the broken leg of a chair, but he grasped her arm and twisted it. The sound her arm snapping, made the witch scream as the stake fell from her limp arm. Stefan grabbed the stake and stabbed her in the stomach.
Another witch came and looked down at her dead friend's body in shock and began to mutter a spell. Suddenly Stefan's body was straining, his nerves being torn apart. Marcel rushed forward and kicked the witch down with his leg, smashing her ribcage with his heel, as he smothered his foot into her chest.
When Stefan finally recovered, Marcel said, "We've got to keep going."
They continued to make their way through the long hallway when another witch jumped into their way. She chucked a kitchen knife at Marcel's leg forcing him to his knees, he grunted. Taking another knife, she chucked another that dug into his thigh. When Stefan went to pull it out, it wouldn't budge.
Marcel barked, "It's enchanted, it won't come out unless you kill her!"
Stefan turned back to the witch who was about to throw another knife and zoomed up to her. Taking the hand that held the blade, he shoved it into the side of her neck, and though blood spewed out of her mouth, a sick grin was still plastered on her face. Stefan looked at her confused as she giggled. She spat blood at his face and laughed louder.
"Go to hell," she grinned.
Stefan pulled the knife out and stabbed her again, frightened by her response.
"Watch out, behind you!" Marcel screamed as a wooden table was hurled at him.
Stefan's body crashed against the opposite wall as the table collided into him. After gathering his senses, he lifted the table and threw it back at the witches who had attacked him, successfully knocking them to the ground. Marcel then pulled out the knives in his legs and plunged it into their chests.
Grabbing Rebekah, they stumbled down the stairs trying to get to the front door where Davina and Damon were. Loud laughter echoed through the house.
"Davina, lift the spell!" Marcel yelled as they ran down the winding stairs. "Lift the spell now!"
Davina began to chant, focusing her energy on the house. They reached the door and rushed to pass through when BAM! They couldn't.
Marcel looked at Davina desperately, "What, why can't we go through?"
Davina looked confused, "I don't know. The witches must be keeping you guys in!"
She started to chant again, but when they tried to pass through, they were still hit with a wall.
"Marcel, can you tell her to hurry up because I have a feeling it's going to get bad real fast," Stefan insisted as he saw witches running around each room giggling.
Stefan then tried to pass through without Marcel and Rebekah and was still faced with the same problem. He couldn't get out.
What the hell.
Davina frantically looked at him and the witches coming their way. "Marcel, why isn't it working?"
Marcel looked down at the ground realizing his worst fear, then back at her. "Maybe only the descendant of the witch who placed the spell on the house can lift it…"
Davina looked back at him horrified.
"Well, I had a feeling this might happen," Damon yanked Davina's arm and demanded. "I did not come all this way just so we'd fail. Try the spell again."
"I can't," she yelped hopelessly under his firm grip. "I can't lift the spell!"
"Fine then," Damon shoved her through the door, trapping her inside the house with the rest of them.
"Damon!" Stefan yelled. "What the hell?"
"Don't worry brother," he grinned. "I've got this."
He lifted up a phone and began searching through it.
"Hey, that's my phone!" Davina shouted.
"Well, seeing that you decided not to cooperate and the fact that I'm in a pissy mood, I've decided to take matters into my own hands," he muttered as he continued to search through the phone.
The laughter began to grow louder and louder, witches slowly moving towards them with their crazed smiles.
"Would you mind hurrying up then?" Stefan pushed, "You know, like, before we die."
Two witches lunged forward, one landing on top of Davina and the other on Stefan. As they clawed at each other, Marcel set Rebekah down and pried them off together as he hit them against the wall. He grasped both their necks, squeezing out every last bit of life in them as their eyes bulged.
Only four witches left. They congregated together, linking their magic as one, and began chanting. Marcel and Stefan began to rise from the ground, their arms outstretched. Chunks of wood were hurled at them, nailing them against the wall. The witches cackled as they continued to stab a line of stakes up their bodies.
"No, stop it!" Davina screamed.
She ran forward with a stake in her hand and plunged it into the first witch's chest. The witch screamed into her ear with a deafening screech until one-by-one the others fell with her as she slumped to the ground with the rest of her fallen brethren. The house became silent, only the sounds of their heavy breaths filled the halls.
Running back to Marcel, Davina pulled out the wooden stakes that nailed him to the wall. When his wounds had healed, he helped Stefan down. With their shirts punctured with holes and their bodies very sore, Marcel laughed.
"I told you we'd survive."
Stefan frowned at him, walking to the entrance, he tried to walk through, but they were still trapped inside.
"I don't get it, the witches are dead and yet we still can't get out. I thought the spell kept only witches inside."
"Your guess is as good as mine," Marcel sighed. "Either I was wrong about being able to escape freely, or there's another witch still alive in here."
Stefan shook his head annoyed, "So what was your big plan, Damon? Throw the only witch available to us into the house we now can't escape."
"No," Damon said matter-a-factly. "My big plan was to the throw the uncooperative witch into the house you guys can't escape from and call a witch who'd come save her."
Marcel and Stefan looked at him questionably.
"There," Damon threw the phone back at Davina. "I called your boyfriend. He should be here soon to save your guys' asses. You're welcome."
"Who?"
Damon grinned, "Kol."
He remembered taking a step outside the hut. Looking around, everything was more vibrant and clearer, it was almost blinding. He could see the small indents between the bark, the lines that sprung from a leaf's stem, and the maggots eating at last night's supper. The world seemed more vivid. But that wasn't all he could do. His hearing was keener, his senses more pristine. Everything was heightened that it gave him a headache.
But he felt stronger like he could do anything.
He was the first to wake before the rest of his siblings. The pain in his chest where his father had plunged his sword was almost unbearable, but the wound was completely healed now. After he was force-fed blood, his father told him to hunt while he waited for the rest of his children to awaken. But how? Before, when he was a frail human, he'd use his spear and dagger. But now, he felt like he could tear apart forests with his bare hands.
Suddenly, there was a rustling in the woods. Elijah's head quickly snapped in the direction of the sound. Taking a deep breath, he could smell the creature no more than a couple of miles away. He began to stalk in that direction. Finding himself deep in the woods, he hid behind a tree, studying the creature when he suddenly realized what he was after.
What he had thought was an animal, was actually just a meager human-being. A young lad from town gathering wood for his family. Elijah began to walk away when he heard the boy yelp.
"Ouch!" said the boy went as he shook his hand.
Elijah turned immediately back to the boy. He must've cut himself with the wood, a minor injury, but blood dribbled from the cut. When Elijah caught a whiff of it he suddenly felt this hunger to drink it. His canines suddenly ached. Frightened, Elijah snapped out of it, feeling his teeth return back to normal.
This was wrong. This was so wrong. Why was he feeling this way? Why did every part of his body tell him to kill that boy? He was human. He couldn't possibly kill a human. Elijah shook his head, trying to suppress the urge to drink every last drop of that boy's blood. He had to get out of there before he did something he'd regret. He began to walk away.
Setting down his gathered wood, the boy lifted up his cut finger and began to wrap it tightly with a cloth one layer at a time to stop the bleeding.
"Hello there," a voice called.
The boy looked up towards the figure scared, but let out a sigh of relief when he realized it was someone from town.
"Elijah," he smiled.
"What brings you to the woods so late at night?" Elijah stalked forward.
"Just gathering wood," the boy lightly kicked at his pile of sticks. "Mama says it's going to be a cold winter this year, so I thought I'd go get some wood before everyone else takes them."
Elijah chuckled, "Well, that's very thoughtful of you to think of your family like that."
The little boy smiled and nodded.
Elijah continued to move closer, "What's that you got there?"
"Oh," the boy looked down at his bandaged hand that he was indicating. "I just got a little cut is all."
Elijah was next to him now.
"May I?" he extended his hands.
The boy hesitantly rested his hand in his allowing Elijah to unwrap it revealing the bloody mess. Despite the bandage, the wound still continued to bleed. The wood must've cut deeper than he had expected. He gently caressed his fingers, his eyes never leaving the blood. His eyes became dark, veins crawling under his eyes.
"Wait, what are you doing?" the boy exclaimed, as Elijah pushed on the cut, forcing more blood to come out. "Ouch, that hurts!"
The boy tried to pull away from Elijah, but his grip was too strong.
"Elijah? Elijah!" he screamed.
His eyes finally met the boy's, the boy was frightened as his eyes were met with Elijah's deep red ones.
Lifting his wrist to his mouth Elijah said, "Allow me."
Opening his mouth, he plunged them into the boy's wrist and greedily drank from it. The boy shrieked, ripping himself away.
Elijah touched his chin, droplets of blood spilled out of his mouth. He looked at his bloodied hands in horror. He looked back at the boy and screamed, "Run! Now!"
Without hesitation, the boy dashed away from him leaving his pile of sticks.
Looking back down, Elijah's hands shook. They were covered in blood, that boy's blood, human blood. The treachery he committed began to eat at him. This was wrong. This was so wrong. This was not supposed to happen. This was not right.
And yet, even as he thought those words, his eyes still stayed fixated on the blood and his fangs began to extend from his teeth. A burning desire began to gnaw at him, an unceasing yearning to have more overwhelmed his desires.
What was happening to him?
Elijah dashed towards the direction the boy had ran. Not used to his superhuman speed, he stumbled into a tree trying to find his balance. Sniffing the air, he could still smell the blood oozing from the boy's wound. He wasn't far. Elijah dashed forward again, this time the boy was in sight. The boy staggered and fell to the ground.
The boy whimpered, another cut on his arm. Sitting up, he began to cradle it.
Elijah stepped forward, the boy looked up at him, tears rolling down his eyes.
"Are you a monster?" the boy sobbed.
Elijah knelt down in front of the crying boy. The boy tried to move away, but Elijah put a firm hand on his shoulder.
"Don't move," he said as he stared into the young boy's eyes.
The boy sat frozen in his place.
"And don't scream," he compelled. "It will all be over soon."
He sank his fangs into the boy's neck and began to feast on his blood. The young boy didn't move and didn't scream. He just sat there silently as Elijah drained him, and when the last drop of blood was siphoned out of him, the boy's pale body fell to the ground. Dead.
There was a knock on the door and suddenly Elijah was pulled away from his memories.
"Elijah?" Hayley called from behind the bathroom door, "Are you okay?"
"Uh, yes, I'm fine."
"Well, could you hurry up? You've kind of been in there for a while and I need to shower."
"As you wish."
He could hear Hayley's footsteps move away from the door as she left the room.
The pitter patter of water splashing against the shower floor rung in the bathroom. The hot beads rolling down his body. Facing the showerhead, he let the water trickle down his face with his eyes closed. Taking his hands, he ran them through his hair, pushing it back revealing his forehead. He sighed, letting the water continue to dribble down his body.
Why had he remembered that night?
Taking a bar of soap, he pushed away his thoughts and proceeded to massage the soap over his body until every inch of him was covered. Putting the soap down, he began to rub is so it produced bubbles. He rubbed his arms, and chest, and legs. When too much water had accumulated on his face, he brushed it aside with his hands. But when he brought his hands down to rub the soap away on his arms he saw they were covered in blood.
He looked down at his bloodied hands in horror. He frantically tried to wash them under the running water, but the blood remained. He then wiped it on his body, but it only smudged over his skin. He began to panic, grabbing a bottle of body wash and he spewed soap into his hands and rubbed them all over his body, trying to get rid of the blood. But just as soon as the bubbles were washed away, the stains of blood remained.
Elijah stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, wiping every inch of him until he was dry. He looked back at himself in the mirror. Dried blood ran down the sides of his mouth, all over his chin, and covered his throat. His eyes were red and his fangs out, a maniacal grin dancing on his lips. Frightened, he ran out of the bathroom only to run into Hayley.
"Whoa there, mister," she stopped him. "You might want to put some clothes on."
Elijah looked at her confused, he studied himself when he realized he had only a white towel wrapped around his waist.
He struggled to find his words, "I, uh–"
She giggled at his embarrassment.
"It's ok, I don't mind," she poked at his chest. "But we have a baby in this house, so go put some clothes on and watch over her while I go shower."
She walked past him and locked the door behind her. As the shower began to run again, Elijah just stood in place rubbing his forehead. He sighed.
When would the nightmares end?
Kol stomped over to the house. Damon was leaning up against one of the house beams, Davina sitting next to Marcel and Rebekah, and Stefan pacing inside the house. The sounds of his sneakers thudding against the concrete as he walked up to the front porch drew their attention. He had an annoyed expression. Damon pushed off the beam so he was standing up straight and turned to face him with a smug grin.
"Well, look who decided to show up," the dark-haired Salvatore jeered. "I must say, Kol, you're not as handsome as I remember."
Kol scoffed at the Salvatore, "Save it, where's Davina?"
He nodded towards the house, "She's getting cozy inside the house, y'know, getting used to the fact she'll be stuck in there for an eternity."
Kol glared at him, his lips pressing into a thin line.
"That is unless," Damon moved towards him. "You save her."
Kol made a move to get away, but Damon stopped him.
"And while you're here, why don't you save my brother and his little friends while you're at it. What's the saying again? Kill two birds with one stone?" Damon laughed to himself. "I suppose in this case, it would be three birds –"
"And if I choose not to?" Kol said through his gritted teeth.
"Well," Damon inched closer, asserting his dominance over him. "I guess I'd have to kill you, and we'll see if you're so lucky with the afterlife the second time around."
They exchanged glares for a while before he turned to face Davina.
"Why did you come here, Davina?"
"I, I didn't know this would happen," she wailed.
"Well, now look where you are," he snapped, Davina looked down guiltily.
"Hey, hey, hey," Marcel jumped in. "This isn't her fault. She was just helping me out."
"Well, she won't be much help stuck in that house. No witch can lift the spell on this house except a direct descendant of the witch who placed the spell," he turned to Damon. "I accept your deal if you promise to leave me and Davina alone."
Damon pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow as he looked at Stefan. It seemed too easy, the Kol they remembered was more conniving and mischievous. Something was up.
"Fine," he raised his hand. "Deal."
Kol ignored his hand and moved away from the porch. Walking back to the front gate, he pulled the porcelain doll's head off the entrance and came back to them. He held it up so the four of them could observe it.
"This is the only thing keeping them inside the house."
Kol began to chant.
"Les zios kantos gaisos von leefious motos haitis fe phosious."
He repeated that phrase three times before taking the doll's head and smashing it against the ground, letting the doll shatter into a million pieces.
Damon looked at the remnants of the doll confused. "Pfft, I could've done that."
Stefan rolled his eyes as he stepped out of the house as the rest followed after him.
Kol roughly pulled Davina to him and said, "Don't you ever do that again."
"Look, I'm sorry. I was trying to help a friend, but then things just got out of hand and–"
Kol pulled her into a hug and held her tightly. Davina was shocked, she was so sure he'd lecture her about it.
"I was so worried," he said.
He pulled away, as Davina looked at him full of bliss.
"Go back home, I'll call you later. Okay?"
Davina nodded and skipped away as Kol turned back to the others.
"So, we have the original bitch and you're free from the house. Now let's go get us an original hybrid!" Damon cheered.
"You're right. A deal's a deal, I'll bring you guys to Klaus now," Marcel said as he carried Rebekah's limp body.
They began to walk.
"Where exactly does Klaus live anyways?" Stefan asked.
"Oh, just inside the French Quarter on–"
They stopped when Kol stepped in their path with an evil grin on his face.
"And where do you lads think you're going?"
Stefan stepped forward, "Come on, Kol, we had a deal."
"Yeah, so do yourself a favor and step aside before I kill you," Damon jumped in irritated.
"Funny thing about that deal. I lied. You know, while I was stuck on the Other Side, I had a lot of time to think about how I wanted this to play out. I mean, how is it fair that I was killed to help Jeremy complete his stupid tattoo? I was trying to save the world from all hell on earth being released, but did anyone listen to me? No," Kol began to walk towards them slowly. "And you know what else? It really, really hurt when that stake was driven into my heart and when the flames burned me into a crisp."
"Kol, I know. We understand what we did to you was selfish and," Stefan began when he could see where this was going. "We're sorry."
"No, you don't understand because you and your little band of misfits decided killing me would solve all your problems. And what did it bring you? Death. So no, you don't understand," Kol raised his hands. "But let me show you."
Kol began to chant. Suddenly, Damon, Stefan, and Marcel's heads were pounding. They fell to the ground yelling as their minds were slammed with an invisible force. Kol contorted his hands, constricting their airways causing them to choke for air. Kol grinned as he watched them shrivel up under his magic. The thought that they could feel a fraction of the pain he felt when he died was satisfying, but it wasn't enough. With the flick of the wrist, Damon and Stefan's necks snapped, their bodies' falling to the ground while Marcel's head still pounded mercilessly. Walking over to them, Kol dragged their bodies to the side of the road where his car waited and jammed them into the back seat. He strolled back to Marcel and pulled Rebekah out of his grasp as he cowered in pain.
With a smirk, he said, "Tell my brother, if he wants our sister back, he's going to have to try harder than that."
Throwing Rebekah in the car, he got into the driver's seat and fired up the engine before speeding away leaving Marcel alone at the front of the Fauline house. It was fifteen minutes later that the pounding had finally ceased and Marcel had healed enough to reach for his phone to dial Klaus' number.
"Hello?" Klaus' voice spoke on the other line.
"Yeah, Klaus," Marcel stood up brushing away the dirt on his pants. "We have a problem."
Rebekah head lolled forward and pulled back up when she finally woke up. Drearily she studied her surroundings. There were no windows, just shelves of strange objects. The room was cold and the floor was made of stone. When she tried to sit up, she realized she was tied to a chair. Trying to wiggle herself free, she tried to loosen the rope but was unable to. She sighed frustrated.
"You think that's tough, try trying to break these chains."
Rebekah looked up at the voice who had spoken and looked at him shocked. The familiar black shaggy hair and pretty blue eyes were a dead giveaway.
"Damon?"
"In the flesh."
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked then she saw both Salvatores chained up against a wall. "What are we doing here?"
"Let's just say your brother has a sick revenge fantasy that he intends to play out for us."
"Well, how did I get out of the house?"
"We came to save you, but then we had some technical difficulties along the way, that we had to call Kol," Stefan said. "But after he freed us, he killed us and brought us here. The end."
She looked at both brothers. "Ok, but that doesn't explain why the two of you are here."
"We need your brother's blood," Stefan said.
"Ahh," she nodded. "Let me guess, another werewolf bite? Who was it this time? Please tell me it was Elena."
"Actually, it's Caroline."
"Caroline," she repeated. "I haven't heard that name in so long."
"Really?" Damon look surprised. "Isn't your brother obsessed with her or something?"
"There's just a lot that's been going on around here that I don't think my brother has much time to fawn over baby vampires anymore."
"I can see that," Stefan agreed, he nodded towards her appearance. "Mind telling us what's up with the body-swapping?"
"It was mother's idea," she scoffed. "Since she failed miserably to kill all of us, she's resorted to turning us into a family of witches."
"Wow," Damon nodded. "Your family has daddy and mommy issues."
"Oh shut it," she spat.
"And where are your parents in all this?" Stefan asked. "Since arriving, we haven't seen either of them."
"Well, if my plan worked, mother should be a vampire by now or dead," she explained. "But as far as I know, Mikael and Finn are on the loose."
"Finn's alive too!" Damon exclaimed. "Great. Another original that we killed. You don't suppose he'll try to kill us if Kol fails to?"
"Well, if I were Kol or Finn, death would be too easy."
The brothers looked at her uneasily.
"If I were them, I'd rip your bodies' limb-from-limb, and put you back together, just so I could rip you apart myself again. But that's just me," she shrugged.
"Save your fantasies for your dreams," Damon cringed.
"Any ideas on how to get out of here?" Stefan moved on.
"Don't look at me," she turned from them. "I'm not in my proper body right now. If I were I could bust us out, no problem."
"Well, where is your real body now?"
"Probably still with Klaus," she pouted. "He better have taken good care of it."
Damon rolled his eyes, Stefan jabbed him.
"What happened in that house? When we found you, you were tied up," Stefan asked.
"Well, I remember waking up in a strange place in a body that wasn't mine," she started. "But every time I tried to escape, the witches would drag me back upstairs and lock me in that room. Every day they'd come visit me and perform this ritual. They'd throw dolls and powders at me while singing in a circle. It was absolutely horrific."
"But why would they do that?"
Rebekah stared blankly in the distance, "I-I don't know…"
Just as Marcel walked into the compound, Klaus stormed out of his room and jumped down the balcony.
"Where is she?" he seethed as he walked over to Marcel.
"I told you, I don't know," Marcel calmly explained. "I was too busy having my brain turn to jelly while he drove off."
Klaus began to pace back-and-forth, "I knew it. I knew Kol was conspiring against me. I gave him my trust and he betrayed me even after I gave back his stupid diamond!"
"He had us all fooled, okay? But we have to go save them before Kol kills–"
Klaus' head shot up. "Them? Who's them?"
Marcel scratched his head. "Oh, I forgot to mention that I ran into some friends of yours from Virginia at Rousseau's this afternoon."
The hybrid squinted his eyes suspiciously. "What friends?"
Klaus didn't have friends, he merely had acquaintances, but even then those people were either loose business partners or dead.
"Two brothers, one with dark hair and blue eyes and the other with funny brown hair," he explained. "Their names were Damon and Stefan."
Klaus sighed as he closed eyes and rubbed his temples. Those Salvatores sure were relentless. Thirty-eight missed calls and twelve unlistened voicemails, and they still thought they could get a hold of him. He shook his head. It seemed like his past would always find a way to come back to annoy him.
"And for what purpose were they with you?"
"I told them I wouldn't bring them to you unless they helped me save Rebekah."
Smart. He would give him that for manipulating them into helping him find his sister. But now he's mixed in the Salvatores into his own family issues, and knowing those brothers, they have enough family problems of their own.
"Ok, look," Marcel interrupted his thoughts. "I know you're a little mad I brought your friends into the family business, but I needed their help and they actually did. They're with Rebekah right now, we just need to find them."
"And where do you suppose Kol might be keeping them? I'm sure he's well aware now that I know of his treachery, so I don't suppose he'll be joining us for supper."
"I don't know," Marcel admitted. "But all it takes is a simple location spell and bingo! I have a witch just across the river that we can ask."
Klaus thought for a moment before he agreed, "Alright, let's go."
He started to head past the gate, Marcel following close behind.
"So that's it? No big, thought-out plan?" Marcel asked as they jumped into Klaus' car.
"What's there to plan?" Klaus turned on the ignition. "He's a witch and I'm an immortal hybrid. This isn't a battle he's going to win."
Marcel smiled. Typical Klaus.
The engine roared and they sped away. Klaus needed to teach his brother a lesson, a lesson he had to remind him several times over the century. He would not tolerate his brother's misdeeds. No one messed with Klaus Mikaelson, especially not his baby sister, and got away with it. Not even if they were family. So as they drove through the John James Audubon Bridge, there was only one time on his mind.
He was going to save his sister no matter what it took.
Kol walked back into the room, Damon, Stefan, and Rebekah's attention turning to him.
"I see, you've woken up," he grinned as he walked over to a table. "Don't take it personally. I don't know if you've noticed, but you guys have the tendency not to shut up."
Damon glared at him as he tried to break free from the chains.
"Don't even bother trying to break those. They're enchanted," he motioned towards the doll hanging over their heads. "You see that pretty doll over there? That's your ticket out of here, but seeing that you're a little tied up, I don't think you'll be going anywhere today."
"What do you want from us," Stefan intervened.
"Wasn't it obvious? I'm here to avenge my death, seeing that no one else did."
He looked over at his sister, who shamefully looked away.
"We needed to find the cure."
"And how well did that work out for you, hm? Jeremy died, Elena turned off her emotions, Silas returned, and all hell broke loose," the brother's looked at him shocked. "Yeah, that's right, I saw it all. Funny thing about the Other Side, you don't have much to do, but watch the world you should be living in fall apart."
"Okay, yes, I know we were wrong to do what we did," Stefan explained. "But–"
"No, Stefan, I don't believe you guys know just how wrong you were," Kol picked up a daggered metal star from his table of collectables. "But allow me to show you."
Kol flung the metal star at him, its blade digging into his abdomen. Cuts began to slice through every part of Stefan's body. Though the incisions were small, they were deep, allowing blood to ooze out of them and bleed onto his shirt. As the cuts moved up his neck, a spray of blood escaped his lips. Damon looked at his brother horrified.
"What the hell did you do to him?" he yelled.
"I call it the Devil's Star," Kol smiled, pleased with his work. "A dark object I had one of my witches make for me. You see, when I turned into a vampire, I lost my ability to practice magic. So instead, I used magical weapons, to use magic. It's quite wonderful, really."
He walked over to Stefan's body, and pulled out the star, twirling it in his hands.
"A thousand cuts all in one," he marveled. "It won't kill him, but it will hurt."
Kol walked back to his table and fiddled with more of his dark toys until he picked up an antique syringe made of metal with a strange cloudy liquid inside.
"Now this," he lifted it up so Damon could get a good look at it. "This one I haven't thought up a name for yet, maybe you can help me."
As he walked to him, Damon spat, "Go to hell."
Kol plunged the needle into his side and released the toxin.
"If I remember correctly, the toxin will travel through your veins and turn everything to water, drowning your body with just as much water as the sea."
Damon began to profusely sweat, his insides were exploding. He started choking out water, gallons of it spewing every time he coughed. His lungs were being continually clogged with water. And even as he tried to gasp for air, his throat choked out more.
"Kol, stop it!" Rebekah screamed.
Kol whipped around and snarled at her. "Don't think for one moment I've forgotten about you sister!"
"Why are you doing this, Kol?"
"They killed me, Rebekah! They killed me!" he yelled. "And none of you did anything to stop them!"
Rebekah looked at him stunned.
"Tell me," he rushed forward to her. "When I died did you mourn for me, hm? Did you avenge my death? Did you do anything at all?"
He shook his head when she didn't reply.
"That's right, you did nothing. Absolutely nothing. You let them throw my burned up body into a grave without a coffin and not even a gravestone to mark my death. You call yourself my sister, but you let these buffoons kill me, your own brother."
"Kol, I'm so–" she tried to apologize, but she then started to feel woozy.
Kol turned his back from her. "Save your breath."
"No, Ko–"
It felt like something was trying to overcome her consciousness, pushing at her mind. What was going on? Her eyes rolled back and her body twitched, Kol turned back to look at her confused.
"Rebekah?"
Her cloudy eyes met his. She easily snapped the ropes that held her and stood up, Kol stepped back running into his table. Fumbling, he grabbed a pair of shackles, ready to latch them onto her. But she fearlessly walked towards him and when she was only a foot away she touched his cheek with her hand.
"I am not Rebekah Mikaelson."
Her voice was different. Deeper and more ancient, conveying centuries of knowledge and experience. Kol looked at her frightened.
"What, then who are you?" he asked as she pulled her hand away.
She smiled knowingly, "You'll find out soon enough."
She outstretched her arms and curled her fingers, and with the flick of her wrists, the room was blinded with a gust of light. The shelves fell, their contents tumbling to the ground. Kol's body was thrown across the room, knocking him out. Everything twisted in a hectic fury, the doll that trapped the brothers was ripped from the ceiling and thrown into the whirlwind of light. Damon unhinged himself from his chains and freed Stefan, wrapping one arm under his brother.
"Come on, Stefan, we've got to get out of here!" he screamed over the swirling winds.
Stefan nodded. "Where's Rebekah? We can't leave without her!"
Blindly searching through the spinning room, they found her lying motionless on the floor. Maneuvering through the flying debris, they struggled to make their way to her. Every step they took, they were pushed two steps back. But leaning over, Damon grabbed her arm. He then slung her over his shoulder as they stumbled out the door. When they reached outside, they rolled out, laying on the ground with heavy breaths. Damon's throat still ached from all the water. He looked at his brother, all his cuts had healed, but his blood still stained his shirt. They sat up.
"What the hell just happened?" Damon shook his head.
"I don't know," Stefan patted his back, "But somehow we got out."
Damon laughed, "We are some lucky bastards, you and I."
Stefan smiled.
RRRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!
It took a moment for them to register that Stefan's phone was ringing. Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out his phone.
"It's from Elena."
"What are you waiting for? Answer it!"
He pulled the phone to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Stefan," said Elena's voice.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"I have good news!"
"Alright, what is it?"
"So today Sheriff Forbes stopped by the dorm room to check on Caroline, and it turns out she had Klaus' address the whole time!"
"Wait, what!" Damon exclaimed, eavesdropping on the conversation.
"How is that even possible?"
"It doesn't matter. Do you want the address or not?"
He relented, "Fine, what is it?"
Elena read the address aloud to him from the paper Liz had given her as Damon typed it into his phone.
"Alight, thanks. If this really is Klaus' address, we should be back at Mystic Falls by nightfall."
"Sounds good, see you guys soon."
He hung up his phone and stuffed it in his pocket.
"See, we didn't need Marcel to find Klaus, and now we went through all this trouble for nothing. We could've just sat at the bar for three hours and drank booze, but noooooo, we had to do everything we could to find him," Damon whined.
"Shut up. Just grab Rebekah and let's get out of here."
He lifted her up and they began to walk out of what looked like a cemetery. Stone structures surrounded the area, an endless maze of walls and gravestones as they walked on the brick road.
Damon joked to 'follow the grey-brick road' which made no sense since it went in every direction. When they finally reached a gate, they saw a black SUV pull up and park at the entrance. Marcel jumped out of the car and ran towards them.
"What the hell happened to you guys?"
"Shit happened," Damon remarked bluntly.
"And what of Kol?"
"We have no idea," Stefan replied. "It was kind of…crazy in there."
They heard the shut of a car door coming from the SUV as a tall figure stepped away from the other side of the car emerged. A familiar blonde man walked towards them, terror and superiority exuding from his smug grin.
Damon rolled his eyes at the original.
"Well, if it isn't the devil himself," he muttered.
"Well, it's about damn time," Stefan said.
Klaus' grin grew wider as he drew nearer to them until he joined them next to his protégé. He eyed a woman's body slung over Damon, who he assumed was Rebekah, and was pleased.
"Now is that how you speak to your friend?" he smirked. "I hear you boys need my help."
Stefan and Damon exchanged looks, before turning back to him.
"We can talk over things at my home, and judging by your appearance, I assume you'd like some clean clothes."
They nodded.
"Come," he motioned them to his car. "We have much to discuss."
I apologize for the lack of Klaroline in this chapter, there was a lot of shit I needed to cover since this chapter lines up with Chapter 4 in MF when Elena finally gets the address. So based off that, you can expect the next chapter to line up with Chapter 5. You'll see why our favorite original hybrid couldn't/wouldn't come back to MF with the Salvatores.
There was a recent panel at the TCAs last week and the Klaroline fandom sent in questions asking about possible Caroline crossover, but one of the interviewers posted that there wouldn't be any Klaroline this season. This was pretty devasting for the fandom as you can imagine, hence, why it was difficult to write this fanfic. I didn't touch this chapter for 2-3 days because I couldn't the motivation to write it. I usually try to do little parts every day before work or after class, but I just pushed this one off. But it's okay now, after the "Three Years of Klaroline" trend on Twitter and getting amazing reviews from you guys, I'm back at it! I mean, this fandom has gone through so much already and we've gotten tons of bad news, and yet we're still here. We still slay polls and dominate Twitter trends. We have picture manips, fan videos, and blogs, and a freaking magazine dedicated to our favorite couple. And out of the thousands of Klaroline fanfics there are, you've chosen to read mine. And for that, I am forever grateful.
Going through your guys' comments and actually talking to some of you, really does make my day. Though I wasn't here from the start, I am now and I'm never leaving this fandom because I love you guys so much.
So, on that note: No, I have not given up on this story and no, I have not given up on Klaroline. I don't think its possible. I revived my hope (not the baby) after watching Klaroline videos on YouTube and rewatching the graduation episode a million times. As much as I wish they were together now, I will wait. I'm still deeply upse by how OOC they are right now and the stupid SLs the writers are shoving down their throats, but I'll cringe through and wait. For now, we can all suffer together. All shoved tight as the elepahnts in the writer's room. They can't ignore us forever, but they can try as their rating plummet. So while we wait for the inevitable, enjoy my fanfic. I'll show you what I think an "organic" crossover should be like. I'll give you Klaroline when the writers won't.
Alright, enough rambling.
This week's questions is: Why do you think Klaus didn't come back to Mystic Falls to save Caroline?
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