Hey guys...
I know I haven't updated in three months. I'm horrible, I know, and I'm really sorry. No excuses. And because I'm sorry, I swear I'll make it up to you guys. From now on, I'll update periodically (once a week like I did before). And that's just the beginning. This happens to be the longest chapter I've ever written and I suspect my other chapters will be the same since I'm writing for both shows now. Hence, why it took me 3 months to write this one. I would write parts of it and then go on for weeks not even looking at it. It's been tough guys, just lack of motivation I guess. But after watching the finales of TO and TVD, I have once more found a reason to write.
Stay tuned for my review of TVD S6 and TO S2, it'll be mostly ranting and spoilers.
As always, have at it.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, if I did Klaus and Caroline would be together.
Chapter 12: Diamonds & Triangles
Finn traced his finger across the sand, engraving symbols with every twist. Taking handfuls of salt he filled the indents he had made and placed candles in an arranged display. The tomb was dark with only the dim glow of the candles to illuminate the room. Two bodies lay deathly still in the center, one male and one female. Finn murmured a spell as he continued to fill the empty spaces. When he had finished, he walked towards the female and taking a knife, carved a cross on her forehead. He took a step back and looked down at his work.
Esther and Mikael lay dormant on the floor. Their skin sickly pale with dark veins protruding from their skin.
"It didn't have to be like this," he spoke. "It wasn't supposed to be."
He circled around them slowly.
"We could've been happy. We were happy. Just us together. But then you had to have them," he scowled. "They're the reason why we're here now, the reason why we're miserable. They did this. All of them. They were monsters long before you turned them into vampires, turned us into vampires. And now here we are. A thousand years later. Trying to get rid of the atrocities you two created."
Finn shook his head and laughed tiredly as he rub his forehead frustratingly. He looked down at Esther and Mikael again before kneeling down next to them.
"Don't worry mother, father," he whispered. "I'll get rid of them myself."
Elijah stood in front of the mirror buttoning up the last few buttons on his freshly ironed grey blouse. After smoothing out the edges, he pulled a tie from his drawer and proceeded to wrap it around his neck, careful not to wrinkle it. Just as the noose of the tie was pulled up to his collar, he dropped his arms to his sides and took a good look at himself.
Visions of the slaughter from last night replayed in his mind. The smell of fresh blood still clogged his senses and the stain of those he had killed still bled into his nightmares.
You're far from it.
He sighed and pulled on his overcoat and walked downstairs to join his siblings around the dining room table.
"Elijah," Klaus greeted him. "It's about time you joined us."
Elijah nodded with a small smile before taking a seat. He glanced back at the strange woman from across the table. It still boggled his mind that his little sister was somewhere in there. She seemed too quiet and too shy to be his sister. Was it really her? He quickly turned his gaze away when Rebekah glanced at him.
"Forgive me, Niklaus," he replied. "I was far more exhausted than I expected."
"Rough night."
Elijah frowned at him.
"You didn't miss much, brother," Klaus continued. "Rebekah was just telling me about what happened before she passed ou–"
"I can speak for myself, Nik," Rebekah interjected.
Definitely, his sister.
Klaus raised his hands up defensively as Rebekah glared at him. She turned to Elijah.
"I woke up in a bloody mansion full of crazy people, Elijah. CRAZY PEOPLE!"
Klaus rolled his eyes as he walked to the other end of the table.
"I kept telling them I was Rebekah Mikaelson, but those idiots kept calling me 'Lyn'. And every night they'd take me from my room and drag me downstairs so they could perform some bloody ritual!"
"What kind of ritual are we talking about here?" he asked.
"I don't know? But they'd chant all together and dance around me in a circle while throwing powder and herbs at me. It was frightening," she huffed. "And what do you know? I wake up one day to be saved by Marcel and Stefan, only to pass out again and find myself with greeted by Damon Salvatore! Of all people! It was incredibly confusing and frustrating and Kol was being an ass, and–"
Just as his name was mentioned, Kol's head popped out from outside the room, peaking in.
"You called?" he said snidely.
Rebekah's gaze turned to his and suddenly a fire ignited in her eyes. She jumped from her seat, running to strangle him. Klaus rushed forward and held her back.
"What the hell is he doing here?" she screamed.
"Now, now sister," Kol grinned. "Is that how you greet your brother after not seeing him for a while?"
"Oh shut it, Kol!" Rebekah spat. "Why the hell is he here, Nik? It's his fault I'm in this body."
"I too agree with Rebekah's notion," Elijah said as he frowned at the sight of his younger sibling.
"Yes, I know," Klaus replied calmly. "And he will pay dearly for his efforts to ruin this family in time, but for now, we need his help."
Rebekah looked back at him in disbelief and anger, she glared at Kol.
"Why do we need his help?"
"Well, sister," Kol said as he pushed past Klaus and walked towards her. "It's cause I'm the only one who knows how to stop it."
"Stop what?"
"The Expression Triangle."
Rebekah's eyes went wide. She flipped her head between her brothers in shock.
"While you were asleep, Stefan presented me with a map that he had found in the Fauline mansion while he was looking for you," Klaus explained. "There were three locations marked on it."
Rebekah turned away from them, thinking to herself. Her brothers watched her curiously. When she turned to face them again, the shock had been washed away from her face, but the horror was still evident in her eyes.
"We believe it was the makings of another expression triangle," he continued.
"From the slaughter of the witches in the Fauline mansion two days ago to the killing of the wolves at Bourbon Street last night by our lovely brother," Kol motioned to Elijah who quickly glanced away. "There's only one sacrifice left."
"The humans," Rebekah finished. "The last sacrifice is the humans… isn't it?"
"Yes, and seeing that they are the weaker of the three, we have to make it our utmost priority that no one harms them," Elijah added. "Well, at least until we find who's trying to complete the Expression Triangle and why."
"That still doesn't explain why we need Kol to help us," Rebekah frowned.
"Because, sister, I'm the only one who knows anything and everything about it. And had Jeremy not killed me, I would've been able to help you guys the first time. But obviously, things didn't go as I had hoped."
The room fell silent at the remembrance of his death and how they had been helpless to save him. Rebekah shifted uncomfortably before letting out a loud sigh.
"Alright, fine," she said. "What the hell do you need us to do?"
Kol grinned.
"Well, as of right now, I am still working on the plan. But for starters, I need a witch."
"Well, that's simple enough. We can ask Davina or one of Marcel's other witches," Elijah offered.
"No, I don't need just any witch," he said. "I need a Bennett witch."
The three of them looked at him surprised.
"Get meBonnie Bennett."
Bonnie shot up awake on the couch breathing heavily, her book falling to the ground. Pulling the wool blanket that was mysteriously wrapped around her off, she set her feet on the ground and scanned the room. She was still in the Salvatore's living room. The fireplace was off and the curtains were open, but the couch in front of her was empty. Kai-less. Getting up, she moved cautiously through the room and into the hallway checking every corner.
As she neared the kitchen, she started to smell the waft of food. She came to the doorway of the kitchen and saw Kai dressed in a baseball tee and jeans, standing in front of the stove. As she leaned up against the door frame, she crossed her arms and cleared her throat. Kai turned to look and smiled when he realized it was her.
"What's that you got there?" Bonnie asked.
Kai lifted up the pan to show her.
"I'm making bacon and eggs," he said innocently. "You want some?"
She looked at him suspiciously before taking a seat at the dining room table where Kai proceeded to set down a plate of sunny side up eggs, bacon, and toast in the shape of a smiley face. How cheesy. Taking her fork she stabbed at the yolk, letting it ooze onto the plate as Kai took a seat in front of her with a cheeky smile. She took bites of her food as Kai watched. She looked back up to him and frowned.
"What?" she demanded.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he grinned.
"Why do you keep looking at me like that?"
"Looking at you like what?" he asked.
"Oh cut the act, Kai," she groaned. "You're grinning at me like a 5-year-old who just found their parents' secret stash of candy."
"And?"
"Spill the beans, why're you in such a good mood?"
"Maybe I'm just glad I'm here with a beautiful girl like you."
He winked at Bonnie and he took a bite out of his bacon.
Bonnie scoffed.
"That's funny because I recall you being mad at me for sending my magic away."
"I got over it. It's a new day, Miss Bonnie Bennett."
"That was yesterday, Kai."
"And now it's in the past, aren't you glad we made up?"
"Oh really," she challenged. "So you're telling me, that you're not mad anymore."
"Pretty much."
"Is that so." She took a bite of her toast. "Because it's okay if you are. I mean, after all, I was your only chance of getting out of this hell hole."
"Yeah, it's fine," he smiled. "Who needs reality, when I've got you?"
She rolled her eyes.
"Stop acting like we're friends because we're most definitely not. The only reason why I'm here is because you refuse to let me go."
"Ouch." Kai placed a hand over his heart. "That hurt, Bonbon. But since you have those gorgeous eyes, I'll forgive you."
"I don't believe you," Bonnie looked at him appalled. "Where is the real Kai and what've you done with him?"
"What are you talking about," he replied. "I'm right here."
Bonnie rolled her eyes annoyed and continued to pick at her food. Kai watched her for a moment longer and smiled to himself before taking his fork and taking a bite of his eggs.
Damon stood outside in the empty hallway. It was Sunday morning and there was no one in sight, just the splits of light peaking from behind the blinds into the dark hallway. Damon stared down at his phone, a blank screen blaring back at him. He rubbed his thumb against the glass surface, its light reflecting off his eyes.
The murmurs of voices pulled him from his thoughts.
"–Bonnie's my best friend."
The brunette's voice was confident, but with a tinge of stubbornness.
Definitely, Elena.
"Elena, it's not safe."
His brother's voice was undeniable and his diction obvious.
Definitely, Stefan.
"I'm not a weak human anymore, Stefan, I can do this," Elena asserted.
"No, there's a maniac witch waiting on the Other Side," Stefan declared. "It's dangerous. I'll go."
The two continued to argue. Sighing, Damon shoved his phone into his pocket and barged into the classroom.
Liv, Elena, and Stefan turned to look at him.
"Damon."
"The one and only," he extended his arms.
"What took you so long?" Elena asked annoyed.
"Well, if I had known you missed me so much, I would've rushed right over," he teased.
Elena rolled her eyes while Stefan eyed him suspiciously. He looked at him, but just as Damon's eyes met his, he glanced away quickly.
"Well, you didn't miss much," Liv cut in. "We're still trying to figure out who should I send to get your friend."
"We're not deciding anything," Elena insisted as she moved next to her. "She's taking me. I'm going to save Bonnie."
"Whoa there. And who said you could go?" Damon pushed between them. He glowered over Elena, but she continued to glare.
"My thoughts exactly," Stefan affirmed. "You're not familiar with the area, Elena. What happens if Kai attacks? There won't be anyone to save you. I'm going."
The brunette scoffed and moved away from Damon. Laying her hand on her hips, she stood inches away from the younger Salvatore.
"Last time I checked, you weren't 'familiar with the area' either," she retorted.
The two of them continued to glare at each other while the other two uncomfortably watched.
"Well, there's no way I'm letting you go there alone," Damon jumped in. Stefan turned to look at his brother as Damon patted him on the back. "They're going to have to take us both."
"Ah no," Liv shook her head.
The group looked back at her.
"Are you crazy? I only have enough magic to send one of your guys."
"But there's Luke!" Elena added.
"Yeah," Liv laughed. "He's not going to want to help."
"Well, why not?" Damon asked.
"He's afraid…" Liv mumbled.
"Of what?" Stefan stepped forward.
"He's afraid that… if you go back to save Bonnie," she paused. "You'll bring Kai back with you."
"That's ridiculous!" Damon cried. "There's no way I'd bring that psycho-maniac back with me!"
"Is it?" she said quietly.
Damon began to become enraged. How could she possibly think that he'd help Kai escape? The guy was crazy, not to mention very sadistic. But before Damon could say more, Stefan stepped in.
"Well, what do you think then?"
"Stefan," his brother muttered angrily, but he held his hand out to stop him.
"No," he insisted. "Let her decide. It's her choice to decide whether or not to help us."
Damon sighed irritated by his brother's actions and shoved his arm aside before walking to the other corner of the room.
"Well, Liv?" Elena pushed.
"I think it's dangerous," she started. "I don't know whether to trust you and take your word for it or to run away while I still can." Stefan and Elena looked down ashamed. "But I do know this. I owe you guys."
They looked at each other relieved.
"I'm the reason why your friend's stuck there in the first place."
"So it's settled, we're going to save Bonnie."
"There's still the matter of who we're sending."
"I'll go," Damon walked back towards them. "I've been to that retro-hell and back, and if anyone's going to save Bonnie, it's going to be the guy who should've brought her back with him the first time."
Damon looked between his brother and Elena.
"Any disagreements?"
Stefan nodded approvingly.
Elena sighed defeated, "Fine."
"And that, my friends, is how you make a compromise," Damon grinned. "So when do we leave? I'd like to have Bonnie home before bedtime."
"Elena's got the Bennett blood, but we can't start anything until we have that Ascendant," Liv explained. "You have until the next full moon to get the Ascendant and bring it to me, got it?"
"No problem-o, witchy. I've already got an idea up my sleeve."
Damon smirked and tossed a bottle to Stefan who frowned at him.
"Really, Damon, alcohol?"
"You'd be surprised how easily it loosens a non-vampire Alaric's lips. Who knows?" he shrugged. "Maybe he'll have the slip of the tongue where his girlfriend's little Ascendant thingy is."
Stefan frowned.
"Just do whatever you guys gotta do."
Damon grinned and wrapped his arm around Stefan leading him towards the door.
"Let's get outta here, Stef. We've got a friend to get drunk!"
Tip. Tap. Tip. Tap. Tip. Tap. Tip.
The sounds of clicking heels against the floor reverberated through the walls alongside the rolling carts down the busy halls and the rings of telephones. It was almost deafening. The sounds of closing curtains and doctors talking to patients.
How much do I take a day? What are the side effects? When should I stop taking my medication? Does my medical insurance cover this?
There were crying babies in the third room on the right two floors up. A patient with tuberculosis five rooms away coughing his guts out. A mother arguing with her husband what their son's name should be in the room above. An athlete getting his blood pressure tested just the floor below. And a dying mother with cancer in the room behind her…
Caroline sat uneasily outside her mother's hospital room. She thrummed her fingers in her hands uncomfortably. She knew she should be in there with her mom. She knew she should be by her side. But she was afraid. She was afraid to see her mother. Just knowing her mother was sick and dying was bad enough, but to watch her suffer made it all the more agonizing. She couldn't stand to see her like this. For years she had grown so accustomed to seeing her mother as someone strong and honorable, someone who could take down the bad guys and protect those she loved. But what happens when the hero is too sick to fight? What happens when the hero can't protect themselves? What then?
The thought distressed Caroline's weary mind.
Caroline shifted in her seat. There had to be a way to save her. There just had to. Her eyes immediately darted to her veins. She could hear her very own blood coursing through her dead body. Of course the thought of feeding Liz her blood had crossed her mind many times. Time and time again vampire blood had shown the miracles it could produce from healing her father from a severe dagger wound to Elena's cerebral hemorrhage. The magical properties of vampire blood seemed almost infinite in saving human lives, so naturally, she wondered if it could do the same with cancer. Surely this was no different.
But something would always stop her from trying. She didn't know why, but she had a hunch that something would go terribly wrong if she did. But the more she worried, the longer the cancer would continue to kill her mom. Caroline couldn't bear the thought of being the reason why her mom died an early death. It would be too unbearable.
So Caroline continued to sit anxiously in her chair while doctors and nurses passed her by.
She remembered sitting in her bed room. She was only seven years old sitting on top of her baby pink bed sheets in her yellow painted her room. She fiddled with her princess Barbie doll as she drearily twirled it in her hands. The sound of a door opening downstairs broke the silence of the empty house. Footsteps echoed up the stairs until her bed room door slowly creaked open. Liz's head popped out from behind. She looked tired and worn out dressed in her usual uniform.
"Caroline?" Liz looked at her confused. "Why are you still awake?"
Caroline turned to look at her sadly.
"I couldn't sleep."
Liz walked towards her concerned.
"Well, why not, honey? It's past midnight and you still have school in the morning."
Liz began to usher Caroline to lay down, wrapping the covers around her gently.
"I don't want to go to school," she pouted.
"Well, why not, honey? I thought you said you liked all the cool things you were learning and all the fun projects–"
"No one wants to be friends with me," she said bluntly.
"Don't be silly. What about that girl who drew pictures with you last week?"
"She only wanted to use my crayon sharpener, mom," Caroline moped. "And then she got one of the crayons jammed in it so now I can't use it."
"I can always buy you another one, hon," Liz offered, but Caroline still sulked. "How about Lockwood's son, Tyler, he's in your grade, right? Why don't you talk to him?"
"He thinks girls have cooties and that boys are better at sports," she crossed her arms annoyed. "So I threw a football at him."
"Caroline," Liz sighed.
"He was being mean."
"That doesn't mean you have to hurt him back."
Caroline didn't respond, she just continued to play with her Barbie doll mindlessly. Liz studied her. She seemed sad. Lonely, even. She placed her hands on hers.
"I don't get why they don't want to be friends with me," Caroline grumbled. "I'm the smartest and the most creative in the class. But whenever I tell them how to do something they just call me 'bossy.'"
Liz chuckled. Caroline frowned at her.
"Hon, you're not going to make friends by bossing people around."
"But they're always doing things wrong!" she cried.
Liz laughed some more.
"And who's to say what's wrong or right?" Caroline didn't answer. "My point is, give people a chance, okay hon?"
Caroline nodded understandingly and Liz smiled tiredly.
Before tucking her in, Liz took her doll and set her gently on her desk. Turning, she glanced at the purple and pink castle that sat on the other side of the room.
"How about Gilbert's daughter? I think she's your age. Have you tried to talk to her?"
"She already has a best friend mom," she said matter-a-factly.
"And she can't have more than one friend?"
"Not more than one best friend," she explained. "You're either someone's best friend or you're not. There is no second place."
Liz kissed her lightly on her forehead.
"Well, I hope you reconsider. I hear she's really nice. Maybe she'll play with your doll house with you."
"It's a castle, mom."
"Castle," she corrected. "Now go to sleep, hon. You still have school in the morning, okay? Good night, Caroline."
"Good night, mommy."
Liz shut off the lights and shut the door.
The next day, Caroline would confront the Gilbert girl and ask her to play with her castle with her. And although she made her Barbie doll princess wear the wrong dress to the ball and made two of the handsome princes fawn over hers leaving Caroline's princess alone, she let her tell the story. And it's because Caroline gave her a chance that she now has one of the most amazing best friends in her life. Elena Gilbert.
Caroline sighed at the memory and was overcome with guilt. She had to be there with her mom, even if it hurt to see her that way. Getting up from her seat and she walked to the doorway. She lightly knocked on the door before turning the knob and opening it.
Liz sat in a chair with her left sleeve rolled up. A needle was attached to her exposed skin as increments of medication dripped from a hanging bag. Liz looked up from her book.
"You made it," she smiled relieved.
Caroline smiled back and took a step inside.
Klaus hung up his phone, tucking it in his pocket. He waited outside the streets of New Orleans. He was only a few blocks northwest of the French Quarter where a green condo stood behind him. He rested his arms behind his back as he waited until Jackson, Aiden, and three other werewolves came into view.
"Good afternoon, wolves."
Jackson frowned. "Cut to the chase, will ya?"
"And hello, to you too."
"Why did you call me out here, Klaus?"
"I had only hoped to introduce you to your pack's new home, but I see now your kind prefers the dirty confines of the bayou like the beasts that you are," Klaus replied bluntly.
Aiden growled. Jackson held him back.
"Easy there, Ay," Jackson said. He turned back to Klaus. "What are you talking about?"
Klaus motioned to the building behind him. A five story building with a simple house setting style with olive green throughout the exterior and white window frames stood before them. It had a simple black roof nestled at the top with a chimney. It was a condo.
"I rented out all of the empty rooms here," he explained.
Jackson looked at him shocked.
"Furniture, water facilities, and electronics have been included and paid in full," Klaus continued. "They provide breakfast and dinner at given hours and are complimentary by yours truly. Otherwise, you may buy groceries down the street and cook in the kitchens that are provided in every room."
The wolves glanced back and forth between the building and him surprised.
"It's yours if you want," he grinned.
Jackson returned his gaze to his. He looked at him suspiciously.
"What's the catch?"
"No catch," Klaus lifted his hands up innocently.
"Right, so we're to believe that you've so graciously decided to pay for the housing of our whole pack out of the sole goodness of your heart?" Aiden snarled.
"Call me a 'saint'."
Aiden shook his head unconvinced.
"I'm not buying it," he said to Jackson.
"You asked for shelter and protection for your pack until it is safe to marry you and Hayley."
"Yes," Jackson admitted.
"And have I not stayed true to my word?"
"Well, yes."
"Then a simple 'thank you' will suffice."
Aiden glared at him, but the hybrid just smirked in response. Jackson took a step forward, getting his attention.
"But when can we marry?"
"When it is safe."
"Define 'safe'."
"When I say it is so."
The alpha shook his head unconvinced.
"Tell me, Klaus," he challenged. "When is it ever safe? Was it safe when your family ruled the city? Was it safe when Marcel's vampires rampaged the streets or when the witches' ancestors came to haunt the town? Be honest with me."
Klaus broke his fake smile and glared at him.
Here he was offering the necessities they desired, and they were questioning his gifts. Ungrateful animals. He had to keep himself from losing his temper, he knew Jackson was just trying to show his pack that their alpha could stand up against the mighty hybrid. Cute. Klaus chuckled to himself. He would allow him to put on his little show for now. But they all knew who the real alpha was.
So he chose his next words carefully.
"There are many things you don't know about. Things that leave your life hanging by a thread. That leaves all our lives in danger. Until I may deem this place safe, I expect you and your pack to rest here or rot in the swamps. Your choice," he said.
Aiden cringed at the change of tone in his voice.
"You may move in as soon as you wish. Whatever you may need is at your disposal, all you need is but ask," he finished.
The two of them stared down at each other, tension in the air. But Jackson reluctantly nodded and backed away. He turned to his followers.
"Tell the others to start packing, we move tomorrow morning."
The wolves nodded and began to walk away. Klaus watched Jackson, Aiden, and the rest of the wolves disappear behind the buildings. He let out a long sigh. He could feel his temper still rising at their constant acts of defiance against him. It was becoming more and more aggravating.
DING!
His phone rung. Reaching into his pocket, Klaus once more pulled out his phone to see a new message.
It read: Deal.
Klaus grinned and headed on his way.
Voices echoed throughout the walls of the bar while old 80s rock music played in the background. Neon lighted signs shined "OPEN", "HAPPY HOUR", and an assortment of beer brands. The laughter of three men cut through the noise.
Damon, Stefan, and Alaric sat together at the bar, Alaric barely sitting on his seat.
"–and I kid you not, the girl was completely horrified when I told her I drank the souls of children," Alaric laughed.
Damon and Stefan laughed along with him half-heartedly as he continued to laugh hysterically. Just as Alaric was about to pour another drink, Stefan grabbed the bottle to stop him.
"I think you've had enough for one night, buddy," he said setting the bottle back down.
"Just because I don't have my," he leaned in and whispered. "Vampire tolerance anymore doesn't mean I can't handle a couple more drinks."
Alaric giggled to himself taking a sip of his already emptied glass.
"I don't know about that, Alaric, you're kind of a lightweight," Damon joked taking another drink of his also already emptied glass.
"A lightweight. A lightweight?" Alaric scoffed, "I'll show you who's a lightweight."
Alaric grasped the bottle again and began to chug it. The bartender had to pry it from him to get him to stop while Damon laughed and Stefan watched embarrassed.
Kol stared down at the glittering jewel. The paragon diamond. It shimmered in his hand as it twisted it in his palm, he admired its mysterious beauty. Across the room, the dagger lay still. It's hilt resting on top of piles of spell parchments.
After what had happened with the Salvatores and his sister, he had to fix up the room. Many of his spells were scattered and his weapons ruined from the sudden storm. Remnants of glass still lay scattered on the floor. He had recovered as much as he could, but he had lost years of research and acquired tools. The room seemed barren now.
He walked towards the metal dagger and lifted it up. Looking between the two objects, he tried to contort an idea as to why the spell wasn't working. He had all the ingredients he needed: a powerful witch, the diamond, and the dagger. So then why wasn't it working? He had an inkling to what it might be but–
"Kol?"
He immediately dropped the items back onto the table when Davina walked in. Her wavy brunette curls bounced on her shoulders as she caught glimpse of him. She smiled and rushed towards him, but stopped when her shoe broke a piece of glass.
"What happened?"
"To be honest, I have no idea," he said, his back still turned to her.
She moved aside, careful not to step on more shards.
"Did someone break in? Everything's gone," she asked worriedly.
"Not exactly…"
She spotted the diamond and the dagger on the table and sighed in relief.
"Well, at least we still have those."
Davina went to grab them triumphantly, but Kol blocked her way, hovering protectively over the items.
She looked back at him confused, "What is it? What's wrong?"
"We need to talk," he blurted.
"Um… ok," Davina moved away upset. She crossed her arms. "Alright, then talk."
Kol leaned against the table to face Davina.
"I'm working with my brother now."
"Who? Finn?" she asked. "I mean, he's a little on the dark side. But he's gotta be better than Kl–"
"No, Davina," he cut in. "I mean I'm working with Elijah… and Klaus."
Davina stopped.
"You're joking."
Kol shook his head. "I'm not."
"You can't be serious."
"I'm dead serious."
"Kol!" She grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "Earth-to-Kol, Hello? Your brother's a maniac. Remember?"
"I know, but–"
"He daggered you for centuries, controlled you all your life," she went on.
"Yes, but–"
"What happened to working together to stop him? What happened to being free from his torment? Isn't that what you wanted? What we wanted."
"Nothing's changed, Davina," Kol affirmed. "Nothing's changed at all. The plan is still the same."
She rubbed his arms soothingly relieved.
"Then why are you helping him? You know he's going to betray you–"
"He has access to something I need to complete the spell."
She looked at him confused. She glanced back at the two items on the table and back to him.
"A witch."
She let go of his arms and took a step back.
"Wait, what are you saying? Aren't I–"
"I think we should stop seeing each other." He paused. "For now, at least."
"What," she barely whispered. "Why?"
Davina grasped him once more.
"I can help, Kol. I know I can!"
She tugged at his arms, but he lightly pushed her away.
"Davina, we've been working at this for weeks now and nothing's happened. It's not working."
"Maybe it's the spell," she exclaimed. "That thing's like a hundred years old. Or maybe the diamond. Klaus probably gave you a fake one, or–"
"It's you, Davina."
She looked back at him hurt, but Kol refused to meet her stare. He instead began to walk away.
She couldn't understand why he was doing this. Just the other day he was giving her kisses and they were out to stop the hybrid, and now he was leaving her. What happened? What changed his mind?
Davina rushed forward and grabbed the dagger and diamond.
"Davina, don't!"
Kol ran to stop her, but she began to chant the spell.
"Thres matos thres metas utos los phasas. Thres matos thres metas utos los phasas. Thres matos thres metas utos los phasas."
Parchments began to swirl around the room, the walls looked as if it were spinning. Everything seemed like it was turning. Davina's hair whipped in the wind, but her eyes remained closed as she focused all her power on the two objects resting in her hands.
"Thres matos thres metas utos los phasas. Thres matos thres metas utos los phasas. Thres matos thres metas utos los phasas."
The room began to spin faster now. The walls became a blur and the parchments began flying all around. The walls threatened to cave in while the flooring began to lift off the ground. Davina screamed louder and louder, but the objects didn't budget.
Kol rushed forward and pulled the objects away from her. She tumbled to the floor as he shoved them into his pocket. The magic ceased and the room settled. Davina looked back at him shocked.
Kol looked down at her and her up at him. A single drop of blood slivered from her nose. She could see the utter disappointment in his eyes at her failure. Tears slowly began to haze her vision. He shook his head.
Kol walked past her and out the door, leaving the lonely witch to weep.
"Another!" Alaric called to the bartender.
"No, I really think you have had enough, Alaric," Stefan stopped him.
The bar was almost half empty. The low hum of rock ballads still in the background. Alaric turned to face Stefan with what looked like a lopsided frown.
"Why does Damon get to drink more?" he slurred.
"Because Damon's an alcoholic," Damon replied.
Alaric faced him pleadingly, but he just winked. Alaric chuckled.
"Its cause you've got a pretty face and pretty blue eyes that you get free drinks."
"No, Alaric. It's cause I'm a vampire and I can use compulsion that I get free drinks. But thanks for the compliment," Damon smirked as he finished the last of his drink.
"No, it's cause you're a pretty boy," Alaric concluded. "Remember when you turned my wife into a vampire?"
The glimmer in Damon's eye faded.
"How about we not talk about that tonight, buddy. It was in the past."
"Yeah, but do you remember?" he pushed. "You turned her into a vampire and then she left me. Like how fucked is that? That I'm best friends with the guy who killed my wife and turned her into a vampire."
Stefan looked between Damon and Alaric, before deciding to take a drink than join in on the conversation.
"Yes, but she was a bitch."
"That bitch was my wife."
Damon pressed his lips in a thin line. This was not where he was hoping tonight would go.
"Well, if we're going to get into the nitty-gritty details, technically Klaus killed her."
Alaric paused and thought for a moment before nodding.
"He's an ass."
"Agreed," Damon and Stefan said in union.
They looked at each other and laughed. Stefan looked back at his brother and he motioned his head towards the heavily drunken professor ushering him to ask.
"The important thing is," Damon continued. "Now you have Jo. A beautiful doctor with a nice rack who won't fall for any vampire whims. Amirite?"
Alaric giggled, "My girlfriend's hot."
"Yes, she is and I bet you guys are really close."
Alaric nodded and motioned them to come closer. The two of them leaned forward.
"We have sex," Alaric whispered before bursting out in laughter.
"Good for you, buddy, good for you," Damon patted his back. Stefan rolled his eyes. "But we were thinking more along the lines of being 'personally' closer."
Alaric stared at him sheepishly confused. Damon sighed.
"Do you know where the Ascendant is or not?"
"The what?"
Damon was becoming increasingly impatient. He quickly pulled Alaric's vervain bracelet off and positioned Alaric to look directly into his eyes.
"Damon," Stefan tried to intrude.
"Tell us where the Ascendant is," he compelled.
Alaric's pupils dilated.
"I don't know where the Ascendant is."
The dark-haired Salvatore cursed under his breath. He looked to Stefan who nodded for him to continue. Turning back to Alaric, Damon tried again.
"Then go get the Ascendant and bring it to me," he compelled.
Alaric nodded, "Oka–"
Before he could finish, Alaric slumped in his stool and slammed his head against the table. Damon and Stefan jumped at the sound. Some of the customers looked at them questionably, but the Salvatores just smiled back at them nervously before pulling him up.
"Whoa there, buddy."
They turned him over to check for injuries. Damon laughed to himself.
"The idiot's just passed out."
"Damon, are you crazy?"
"No, but he might be."
"He's never going to forgive you, you know that, right?"
"Well, what was I supposed to do?" Damon argued. "I don't suppose you have any bright ideas on how to get the stupid Ascendant-thingy."
They started to get up, lifting Alaric from his seat.
"Whatever, let's just get out of here."
"Yeah, let's get him home before he starts drooling over my leather jacket."
Waking up, Bonnie once again found herself in a dream, but instead of the dark cold confines of the stone dungeon from before, she found herself outside the Lockwood mansion. She looked around confused. Why would she be here?
"Greetings again, Miss Bennett," an ancient voice called to her from behind.
Bonnie sighed and turned to face the witch.
"I told you, I'm not going to do it," she exclaimed.
The old witch smiled peculiarly.
"I know."
Bonnie frowned annoyed.
"Then why am I here?"
Ayana motioned her head towards the woods.
"Come. I have something to show you."
The witch turned and began to walk towards the woods. Helpless with nowhere else to go, Bonnie reluctantly trailed a few paces behind. She followed silently, carefully watching the witch's every move. As they ventured deeper into the bush, the trees slowly began to change from skinny pale white bark to thick brown trunks. Before long the cloudy gloom of day was covered by the down cast of the leaves until they finally came to a clearing.
It was a lake.
Mounds of large rocks surrounded the edges, while a mixture of dirt and sand rested on the shores. The clear color of the water quickly diminished as it moved deeper towards the center where it looked like an endless black abyss.
"What is this place?" she asked.
"A hiding place."
"For what?"
Ayana looked at Bonnie from the corner of her eye and smiled mischievously.
"Your only way home."
He could hear the soft hum from the room across from his. Through the creak of his door, he could barely see the wolf rocking her baby to sleep. The child's sleepy eyes blinked slowly with every sway until they were completely closed. Even after Hope was put to sleep, Hayley continued to soothingly hum her song.
Looking away, Elijah returned back to the piles of housing papers that were stacked on the desk. Flipping through them he saw that Klaus' signature was printed on every single one. Some regarding home electricity bills, other for taxes, and another for renting several rooms at a condo.
It seems his brother was already planning ahead without him. He sighed.
Moving from Klaus' desk he peered behind the curtains. Although it was almost midnight, the streets were still flooded with people. Even through the thick glass, he could hear the jazz music playing along the sidewalks and the cheers of tourists.
So many people, he thought.
So many people congregated in one place. There were people dressed in colorfully feathered boas and ridiculous sunglasses, some taking pictures while others shared drinks. Their loud voices echoed in his ears, their laughter shaking his eardrums. But that wasn't the loudest thing he could hear. It was the pulsating rhythm of their veins. Every pump of blood from their beating hearts riveted through the walls. They were thunderous.
BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP.
He quickly moved as far away from the window as he could.
BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP.
He began to itch with every pump.
BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP.
He frustratingly ran his hand through his hair.
BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP.
He exited Klaus' study and tried to make his way to his room.
BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP.
He got to the door and tried to turn the knob, but his hands were shaking uncontrollably.
BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as he struggled to open the door.
BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BU–
"Elijah, what's wrong?"
Elijah turned abruptly, swatting away a hand. He looked at her frightened, before realizing who she was. Rebekah looked back at him confused. He slumped against the wall and covered his face as he tried to take deep breaths. Rebekah knelt by his side, rubbing his back.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"It's-it's mother," he managed to spit out. "She-she did something to me, and needless to say, I can't seem to shake it."
Rebekah looked at him concerned. Taking his right arm, she hoisted him up and ushered him to come follow her.
"How about you stay in my room for now while we wait for, Nik?"
Elijah silently nodded, and they continued to walk towards her room.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash outside.
"What in the bloody hell?"
Rebekah let Elijah hold unto the wall, while she went to investigate.
Maneuvering through the faintly lit hallway, she came to the opening of the compound. The gate was brutally smashed to the ground and in its place stood a tall black man with a goatee wearing a brown suit with black pants, his arms outstretched.
Rebekah cursed under her breath.
"Klaus. Klaus," he called. "Klaus, I'm home!"
Rebekah quickly ran back to Elijah.
"We need to get, Klaus. Now. Finn's here."
Elijah uneasily pushed himself off the wall.
"I'll protect you."
Rebekah stepped in front of him disapprovingly.
"Are you crazy? You're in no shape to fight!"
"I'm fine," he insisted. "Now you go and call Klaus, and let him know what's going on here."
Elijah pushed past her to the compound. Rebekah followed after. She grasped his arm and pulled him back.
"No! I am not letting you–"
A cry broke through, screaming through the walls. Elijah and Rebekah looked at each other until it registered.
"The baby!"
They dashed out the hall above the compound to see Hayley running out of her room to grab Hope. But across the other hall stood Finn at the top of the staircase. They looked between the baby and Finn.
"At last," Finn exclaimed.
A malicious grin stretched across his face as he lurched forward. Rebekah ran to Hayley while Elijah dashed towards Finn. Before Elijah could attack, Finn contorted his hands into position and began to chant. Elijah instantly fell to the ground grasping his head in pain. Finn laughed maniacally as he inched forward, eyes wide with terrible glee.
"It's been awhile, Elijah. How was Arkansas?"
With the flick of his index finger, Elijah's body was pulled towards him until Finn was towered above him.
He grasped Elijah's collar and said, "So here's the deal, either you hand over the baby or I kill all of you."
Elijah snarled at him. Slowly his eyes moved from Finn's eyes to his neck.
BA-BUMP.
His eyes twitched at the sound of his heart beat.
BA-BUMP.
He could see the blood pulsing through his veins.
BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP.
His eyes began to turn ravenously red.
BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP.
Finn looked at him confused.
BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BU–
Elijah lurched forward, grasping Finn's neck with his teeth. His fangs sinking deeper as he held Finn's body over the rail. Yelping in shock, Finn tried to pry him off. He then pushed himself and Elijah off the rail, crashing to the ground. Elijah briefly let go allowing Finn to scramble away. He grasped his neck and muttered a spell to heal it.
Elijah pulled himself up, still hungry for more. Finn's blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth.
Men and women began to spill into the compound. They moved to stand behind Finn and snarled at the sight of Elijah.
A man stepped forward to Finn.
"What would you like us to do, sir?"
Finn looked down at Elijah with utter hate.
"Kill them."
He looked up to the sky. The clouds moved aside as if making way for the moon to take its position above. It was getting late, but he didn't stir. After a long day of dealing with the wolves and running errands, Klaus now sat on the edge of the docks overlooking the building lights that lit the city. Its lights shimmered over the rushing water of the river making it look like a sea of lights were swirling downstream.
So this is what Van Gogh must've seen, he thought to himself.
The hybrid remained fixated, legs hanging over the edge where the waves lapped against the side in a soothing beat.
Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out the map, the three locations still clearly marked. One at the Fauline mansion, only a few blocks away from the Lafayette Cemetery, the other at Basin Street, where the Simon Bolivar statue stood, and the last one across the Mississippi River in Algiers where Marcel lived.
This was a set-up. Someone had carefully planned this out, the locations were too coincidental to be considered an accident. The twelve witches at the cottage, the twelve wolves sent to kill his daughter, what was next? Twelve humans conveniently getting slaughtered at his prodigy's home.
Klaus knew he had no jurisdiction outside the French Quarter. Beyond the supernatural filled streets of the quarter were sidewalks filled with dozens of human lives. Twelve human lives just waiting to be taken.
He would have to make sure no one would get harmed. But how could he possibly do that when he has no one to be his eyes and ears?
He thought about asking Marcellus, but his loyalty was questionable. Maybe once Hayley and Jackson married he could move some of their wolves there to scout the area for him. That was if they got married. The arrangement was still up in the air, especially with Hope home and Finn threatening to take his child. But the wolves were becoming restless with unease. If they didn't marry soon, he feared he'd lose an opportunity to have a pack of wolves protecting his daughter at his disposal.
And there was the matter with Kol. Why did he need a Bennett witch? What could the teenager provide that the other witches could not? He'd have to confront his brother later on the details of his plan to stop the Expression Triangle or face inevitable betrayal.
Taking the map, he began to fold it. He noticed how the ink seeped through the back side so you could clearly see the formation of a triangle through the paper.
He paused.
Furrowing his eyebrows together, he opened the map again.
The room was dark. He remembered that. An old lamp did little to light the map that was nestled on the wooden desk. They were in Professor Shane's office, a ruddy old room full of ancient scrolls and mounds of books. After digging through the creepy professor's books and shelves, he, Stefan, and Caroline came to discover the mad man's master plan: an Expression Triangle.
Stefan had left to try to find Bonnie before the last massacre, but it had been almost an hour since he had left. So during his absence, it just left him and Caroline.
Although the room was poorly lit, he couldn't help but admire the way the lamp light shined through her effortlessly blonde locks. Her hands lay flat on the map below her where she held onto a black sharpie marker and a metal ruler. He rested his hands on the map as well, only inches away from hers.
"There's been two massacres," she stated. "Pastor Young's farm is here and the Lockwood cellar, where you spitefully slaughtered twelve of your own hybrids, is here."
He chuckled to himself. Using the marker she connected the two locations with a straight line. She looked back up at him, his eyes remained transfixed on the map.
"According to the book, the Expression Triangle is equilateral," she began to measure out the lines before making a mark. "Putting it here."
A perfectly drawn triangle now sat in the middle of Virginia. Caroline looked down at her work proudly.
"Somebody's been skipping their geometry classes," he teased.
Caroline looked at him confused. She frowned when he took the ruler and marker from her hands. As he leaned down to the desk to draw on the map, Caroline did the same, watching curiously. He looked up at her as he spoke.
"There are actually two places the third massacre could be."
He drew two more lines in the opposite direction forming another triangle with equal measurements to hers. He pushed the ruler and marker aside. Caroline smiled to herself.
"Well, you didn't let me finish," she countered with a sly grin.
She looked back up at Klaus until their eyes met. He went to say something but stopped himself. Instead, his eyes lingered with hers, a smile tugging at his lips. Caroline eyes briefly looked down shyly but were lured back to his with a small smile on her lips.
The door opened.
Caroline quickly swiveled from her spot to see Stefan.
"Hey. What's going on?" she said quickly. "Did you find Bonnie?"
Klaus got up from his position, upset the moment was ruined.
Stefan walked in.
"No, but I talked to her dad," Stefan replied hesitantly. He paused. "I think I found Silas."
Klaus glanced down at the last location on the map.
There are actually two places where the third massacre could be…
He traced his eyes along the map. Taking a pin he folded the map once more and pricked a pin through the last mark on the map and pushed it through the other side. Pulling the pin out, he opened the map again. He cursed.
Idiot.
Klaus shoved the map back into his jacket and got up. How could he forget? He jumped into his car and began to drive away from the docks as quickly as he could. He had to tell his siblings before it was too late. He had to warn them because that pin punched a hole right through the French Quarter where his house stood.
And there you have it. The end of chapter 12. I know it's been a while, but I really hope reading it wasn't too terrible. I'm still trying to get back in the groove of writing long chapters and expanding my vocabulary. I know I threw in a lot of stuff into this one chapter, but I felt like it was necessary to include to help set up for the plot and get the ball rolling. So if you find anything confusing, just know everything will make sense in the end (I hope).
As you've noticed, I did include a Klaroline moment! It's something I aim to do since it's really hard to write these chapters without at least one shining moment, it's literally the only thing keeping me alive. But of course, this is another one of my favorite Klaroline moments because of their looks make me swoon. But prepare for more in the coming chapters.
Sorry, no Kalijah here. It's difficult to fit ships without making the whole story about love (because it's not). If you're here for lovey-dovey stuff, you came to the wrong fanfic. I wouldn't expect anything for a looong time here. But trust that I will develop ships properly so we can earn those lovey-dovey moments.
MY REVIEW/RANT OF TVD S6 & TO S2 (SPOILER ALERT)
Let's start with TO since I have more to say about TVD...
What can I say besides what I have been saying: There was so much potential going off the S1 finale. I didn't like the concept of Esther turning all her children into witches (despite including it in my fanfic) for the reason that I like the original actors more. The new ones just didn't resonate the same way, but rather seemed like different characters themselves.
I did, however, Like Elijah and the Red Door (another thing I included in my story). I do like exploring Elijah's ripper side because it's almost like he never stopped being a ripper, unlike Stefan. I just wish they had explored his and Klau's infatuation with Tatia more, like why they both fell in love with her in the first place.
I was a little disappointed with Dahlia and Freya, I mean, its what we were leading up to this whole time. I just think there could've been a lot cooler things coming from the most powerful witches in the world. Like Bonnie had better witch powers.
But despite all the terrible things that happened this season, there was a redeeming factor, one of them being the season finale when we got to see our favorite TVD Klaus come out to play. Just as he was a master planner in TVD, he didn't disappoint in the last two episodes of S2. It was genius, absolutely genius! 10/10 I approve.
Lastly, I definitely baby barfed when I heard that Klaus "fancies" Camille. Yikes. Way to recycle his feelings for Caroline. So let's not explore this Caroline-wannabe.
So what do I think? Should you watch it? All-in-all the season was alright, not as good as old TVD, but certainly better than TVD S6. It has its moments, but it also has those cringy moments too. Watch it, sure. But will you enjoy it, probably not.
Alright, brace yourselves for TVD S6.
It was terrible, there really is no way around it. The whole season was a mess, just alien to the previous TVD seasons and utterly cheesy.
I hated Steroline, every scene with them together was painful to say the least. The kissing, the sex was cringy and there was no way the writers could convince me that they've been trying to build this up since S2 because it definitely didn't transfer well on screen. It also disregards Stefan's loyalty to Elena and Caroline's loyalty to Tyler during S2, the writers shoul've kept them as friends. I definitely ugly laughed when they copied a Klaroline scene when Stefan said he would wait for Caroline until she was ready. RIGHT. Klaus is already first on the list, better luck next time. At least Klaus was more eloquent about it.
I think there could've been more done with Damon and Elena. I admit, I was a hardcore Delena fan. But since S4, I've degraded to nothing more than a casual fan who could care less if she even ended up with Stefan. I truly believe S1-3 was for Stelena and S4-6 was for Delena, I just wish they had done more for Delena the same way they did for Stelena. I think they should've prolonged Elena not having her memories and "making new memories" because it would've been bittersweet. I definitely think Elena should take the cure because she's better at being human anyways, but Damon taking the cure is a no-go. Did they learn nothing from Katherine's experience? 500 years caught up to her in the course of 3 months. Wouldn't 145 years do the same happen to Damon? Writer's mistake, of course. But with that said, I did enjoy their last scene together. That dance was beautiful.
With the Gemini Coven, I thought it was the main storyline for this season, but they ended up stopping halfway and then suddenly bringing it back for the finale. So pointless.
Speaking of pointless, this season Enzo was pointless. I didn't like him in S5 and I don't like him now. Alaric is Damon's best friend so he can f*ck off. Sarah Salvatore was the most boring storyline this season and I learned nothing from her existence. Tyler and Liz's relationship was whack, probably cause I can't see him with anyone except Caroline (even if I ship Klaroline). I think their chemistry was just off. Jo and Alaric's relationship was also meh. Do I feel bad for the guy, sure. But still not the best thing this season.
But Bonnie Bennet, she never fails me. She is my new favorite. I just love how she turned out into a strong woman who doesn't take shit from anyone anymore. It's very inspirational.
The Defan reunion was fantastic. That was probably the first time I cried this season because I really love the idea that brotherly/family love transcends love for another. Maybe that's why I love the Original family so much. In the end, I'm a strong believer that TVD isn't about Delena/Stelena, but Defan.
I also liked Liz's death, as odd as that may sound. But I do believe it had to happen to push Caroline to grow up, face reality, and lose that tether to MF. I think her death will be the biggest push for Caroline to find her greatness because just as Liz said to Damon, Caroline was meant to do extraordinary things. And it was just so nice to see that someone besides Klaus saw Caroline's potential. I just wish that would've focused more on Liz and Caroline relationship more because Liz really was her humanity.
But the biggest redeeming factor was Elena's goodbyes. I'm not really a big Elena fan, but I have to be honest, I cried so much. I think it really wrapped up everything Elena was these past few years. Everything she said to each of them was so sweet and heartfelt, definitely an Elena thing to do. Though she was OOC much of this season, her last episode was the old TVD Elena and I loved it. But my favorite goodbyes were with Matt, Stefan, and Bonnie. I loved how she pushed Matt to keep protecting people like them. I loved how she thanked Stefan for basically saving her life by being a part of it. I thought that was a beautiful way to end Stelena. But hands down, my favorite goodbye was with Caroline and Bonnie, but more specifically Bonnie. Yup, I cried so much. I died when Elena said, "You've always made sacrifices for me, now it's my turn to make sacrifices for you." Like that's so true, Bonnie has always been selfless and gotten the short end of the stick. But now, for once, someone was doing the same for her. It was bittersweet. The moment with the feathered pillow and Bonnie doing her magic had me bawling my eyes out.
Season six, terrible, but the finale was amazing.
Well, that's it for my ranting. I'll update in a week. Let me know what you guys thought of TVD and/or TO. Until next time!
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Chapter Question: What do you think Anya wants Bonnie to do in return for her freedom?