Chapter Thirty

Klaus' P.O.V.

I was walking through the woods, not far from our house near the creek. Mikael was training Elijah and Finn, meaning that he was distracted enough for me to slip away unnoticed, which I was taking full advantage of. Bekah, Henrik and Kol were with mother, learning witchcraft, something that had never interested me. Meaning that both of my parents were distracted enough for me to be able to go to my favourite place, one that no one knew about, not even Bekah. I smiled when I could hear the trickling of the waterfall, a sound that assured me that I didn't have much further to go.

Sure enough, a few moments later, I reached it; the waterfall flowed beautifully, gracefully and my fingers itched to capture the sight. I sat down at the edge of the water, pulling the slate and crushed up berries I had gathered on my way here and I began to paint the way that the water flowed, the different shades of blue and white, the ripples that were created as the water cascaded into the pool below. I was painting for a while when something caught my eye, a glimmer of gold that reminded me of honey, as I looked over I realised it was a young woman; she moved with grace and effortless elegance that immediately captured my attention.

I found myself staring, captivated by the way her long, loose golden locks moved, blowing in my direction with the soft breeze, the way her olive complexion seemed to stand out as she stood parallel to the waterfall, the blues making her eyes pop, the way her hips swayed from side to side... she was exquisite. A part of me felt like I needed to know her, but a niggling feeling at the back of my mind told me that I already did, and that confused me. Because how would I know her? If she lived in our village I was positive that I would have remembered her, in fact her beauty would have captivated all of the men in the village, and caused a lot of duels as a result for her hand in marriage.

'Do you live near here?' A soft female voice asked from beside me, snapping me out of my thoughts, causing me to realise that the beauty from across the water was now standing right next to me.

'Not too far,' I answered her with a smile, praying that my heart wasn't pounding too hard for her to hear, 'what about you?'

'I'm just passing through,' she answered, a secretive smile on her lips as she sat beside me, close enough that our arms almost touched.

'Passing through to where?' I asked her, trying to ignore the affect her proximity had on my body.

'I don't know yet. I suppose I shall know when I get there,' she grinned, which seemed to somehow make the world around her brighter.

'How very curious,' I smirked, moving to place my painting to the side but she caught my arm before I could, making my heart beat stutter.

'It's beautiful,' she said, her voice so low that I almost didn't hear her. She moved the hand that wasn't grasped around my wrist to hover over the paint, her eyes now closed, as if she was trying to feel the painting as well as observe it, her appreciation and respect for my work made me stare at her expression, awed.

'I can almost feel the emotion behind the art. It suggests such peace, such tranquillity.' Her smile was one of complete happiness, and I felt my fingers itching to capture her expression in that moment.

'Why don't you take it?' I said when she opened her eyes and looked over to me, looking a little bashful at her reaction to my art, but I loved it; usually my art was regarded as pathetic and un-masculine, she was the first one that didn't make me feel like a fool for loving to paint.

'But it's yours,' she said, looking surprised that I would just give it to her, but that just made me more determined for her to accept it.

'Not anymore. It belongs to you now,' I told her, placing the slate gently on her lap, knowing that it was rather on the heavy side.

'Thank you.' She said, her eyes on the painting as her fingers traced over my signature on the bottom right hand corner, 'Niklaus Mikaelson.' She whispered, looking over to me a smile lighting up her face, 'I like it. It suits you.'

I grinned at her, thinking that I liked the way that she said my name, but I was too anxious to voice that thought out loud, 'and what is your name?' I asked her, smiling when she gently placed the painting to the side; the way she handled it suggested that she truly liked it.

'You know my name, Nik,' she smiled suddenly sitting up on her knees and then before I knew it she was straddling my legs, her hands on my shoulders as she grinned down at me. I had my hands up in a defensive gesture, as if to convey my innocence in the situation, my face painted with shock, which only seemed to add to her own mirth.

'What are you-,' I started to ask her, but she cut me off when she placed a tender kiss to my lips, pulling away and resting her forehead against mine. I couldn't deny that her touch, her presence, felt so familiar and it was almost as if she was meant for me. She was right; I did know her, but in that moment I just couldn't place how. Her hands moved to tangle in my shoulder length curls, my eyes closing from the pleasure of it. My own hands gripped her waist tighter, pulling her closer to me, though I couldn't recall bringing my hands to her waist to begin with. It was as if my body remembered her, but my mind was having a hard time of catching up.

'What is my name, Nik?' She whispered, her lips a hairs width away from mine. I was denied the opportunity to answer when she bought her lips to mine, one of her hands caressing the side of my face while the other remained tangled in my hair. An animalistic growl erupted from me when she bit my lip, and I kissed her back with dominance that I didn't know I was capable of, one of my hands in the middle of her back, holding her flush against me, while the other moved to the back of her head, assuring that she didn't sustain any injuries when I suddenly flipped us over, laying her back against the soft emerald green grass. I sat up, leaning on my knees as I gazed down at her, completely astounded that this woman wanted me. No one ever wanted me, not my own parents and sometimes not even my siblings. She bought one of her hands to caress the side of my face, her thumb moving back and forth softly, snapping me out of my thoughts and bringing her soft, beautiful smile into view.

'I will always want you, Nik. Always and forever,' she promised me, her words warming my heart in a way I had never experienced before.

'I-,' just as I was about to tell her the same thing I cut off, horrified when a sword was plunged into her heart. I looked up to see the culprit, Mikael standing behind her head, a cruel expression present on his face, one that I was usually on the receiving end of.

'Let this be a lesson to you, Niklaus. Love is a weakness, women serve one purpose only and that is to bear our children and carry on our family name.' Mikael shouted, pulling his sword from the dead beauty lay on the grass before he walked away.

'No,' I whispered my hand going to the side of her face as I caressed her cheek, 'please don't be dead, please. NO!' I shouted, my head tilted to the sky in despair.

I shot up in the bed, gasping for air, feeling incredibly disorientated. The sheets were tangled around my legs and I was covered in sweat, but that wasn't what bothered me the most; what instigated fear within me after the dream I had just had was the fact that Kimberly wasn't next to me like she usually was. I calmed down my own breathing as I sought out her scent and her heartbeat, throwing on a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants before I flashed in the direction that my senses told me to go in. Her scent led me to the kitchen and when the refrigerator door closed to reveal her, wearing one of my shirts, bed hair and holding a blood bag I had never felt more relieved. I flashed over to her, pulling her into my arms, burying my head into her neck, inhaling her scent, squeezing her tighter as if to assure myself that she was really there. I felt the exact moment that she caught on to my feelings, because the remaining anxiety and worry that hadn't yet disappeared was gone as if it was never there and was replaced by the calm that had already started coming over me as I enveloped her in my embrace.

'What's wrong, Nik?' She asked, her voice soft as she placed the blood bag she had been holding onto the counter so that she could embrace me tighter, her hands flat on my back, her thumbs moving back and forth comfortingly.

'Bad dream,' I muttered, not wanting to tell her about it as now that I had calmed down I felt a little embarrassed over my reaction.

'You can tell me anything, you know.' She murmured against my chest, probably knowing what I was feeling before I did.

I sighed in defeat and told her about the dream in as much detail as I could muster, focused on her feelings the entire time, afraid that she was going to think I was being pathetic, but the only emotions I picked up from her were happiness when I told her about our meeting by the waterfall and anger when I recited what Mikael had done.

'He can't hurt you or anyone you care about anymore, Nik. He's gone, forever,' she said, her voice firm as she pulled away from my chest, her hands going to either side of my face as she forced me to meet her gaze, allowing me to see the sincerity in her eyes. I nodded and rested my forehead against hers, placing a soft kiss to her lips, enjoying the sweet way she always tasted.

'We should get ready. We have to meet Davina soon, my love.' She murmured against my chest a few moments later.

'I suppose we do.' I sighed, feigning annoyance, which was much more difficult with her term of endearment for me; I smirked at her when she pulled away and gave me a mock glare.

'And we should probably move the shredded clothes from the stairs,' she muttered scratching her head sheepishly with the hand that wasn't laced through mine as she led us upstairs, coming to a stop at the bottom of the grand staircase.

'I don't mind, love,' I smirked when I noticed her flush as she stared where we had been intimate the night before and when I felt her lust I knew she was reliving it, which made me grin smugly.

'You know-,' I started, but she cut me off by suddenly slapping a hand over my mouth.

'I know where you're going with that and I don't think I'll be able to resist, so please don't finish that sentence,' she said, her voice pleading and when I felt the barely concealed lust coming from her I knew she was telling the truth; my brow quirked in amusement and smugness when I sensed this, causing her to huff in frustration.

Before I could even comprehend it, she had removed her hand from my mouth and flashed upstairs, taking the shredded garments that had been littered on the floor with her. I smirked and shook my head in amusement before I followed after her, only to find her already dressed for the day; she was wearing black skinny jeans that cut off just above her waist and a dark blue vest top that moulded to her figure. Kimberly grinned at me when she noticed my disappointment, coming to a stop in front of me and placing a soft kiss to my cheek before she whispered, 'later,' much like I had the day before. When she moved to walk away I grabbed her wrist and pulled her flush against me, gently brushing her loose curls away from her face as I whispered back, 'I'll hold you to that, love.' My voice mirroring the promise that had been present in hers moments before, her eyes darkening with lust as she stared at my lips. I stayed perfectly still, wanting her to be the one to make the decision; I could see and feel the battle she was having with herself, but eventually she placed a kiss to my lips and told me to get ready before she left, pausing on the other side of the door to regain her breath and to squelch her lust, and honestly I needed a moment to do the same.

Kim's P.O.V.

Once Nik had gotten dressed and we were both less… excited we were ready to leave the plantation; we flashed to the abandoned church where we had met Davina the night before. We stopped just outside the doors to listen for any extra heartbeats before we entered, encase Marcel was still there. When we had established that Davina was in fact the only one in the church, we entered, taking a seat on one of the front pews while we waited for her to show.

'How do you think this is going to go?' Nik asked, looking around the abandoned church with little interest, drumming his fingertips on his thighs.

'It could go either way,' I told him honestly, sending him a comforting wave when I felt the displeasure building within him, 'she's at odds with herself, she wants what we offered her but she doesn't want to betray Marcel, which is fair enough I suppose.'

'Love, if she doesn't come to our side, we're going to try my way,' Nik warned, his voice taking on a dangerous tone.

I rolled my eyes at his comment but otherwise didn't answer, though I did take his hand in mine, entwining our fingers to amplify the calm I was sending towards him; I didn't want his anger and impatience taking over and ruining our chances of making a truce. I was glad when his entire demeanour became calm, just as Davina walked into the room, coming from the door that led to the attic. We both stood just as she made our way over to us, I kept my hand entwined with Klaus' not wanting her to overanalyse my actions towards her.

'Thank you for coming,' she said, sounding nervous; I sent her a comforting wave and offered her a soft smile when she looked in my direction, which seemed to offer her the strength she needed to carry on talking, 'I've been thinking a lot about your offer and as wonderful a normal life sounds, I can't betray the man who saved my life to get it.'

'I get that,' I assured her, my hold on Nik's hand becoming more restraining than comforting.

'But I'm not going to turn my back on you either. You've been kind to me, and I believe you're a good person who I can trust.' She continued, looking only to me.

'Okay so you're neutral?' I asked, smiling when she nodded, 'I'm good with that.' I squeezed her arm in an assuring way; I would have hugged her but I could feel Nik's frustration in that moment and I didn't know what he would do if I released him.

Davina handed her phone over and I put my number into it, as well as everyone else's; you never knew when they would come in handy. Once that was done, we parted ways and decided to go to Rousseau's for something to eat; I wanted food but I suspected that Nik would be feeding off an unsuspecting tourist for breakfast. We walked straight to an empty table when we entered the bar, both of us sitting on one side of the booth, me leaning into Nik's side while his arm rested over my shoulders, his index finger absentmindedly drawing shapes on the bare skin of my arm we both decided what we were going to indulge in.

'Hey, Kim! What are you doing in here so early?' Cami asked, her voice bright as she stopped at the end of our booth, pen and paper in hand.

'I'm starving and craving something sugary and delicious; what would you suggest?' I said, giving up glancing over the menu as I looked to her instead.

'Maple syrup pancakes.' She answered immediately, already writing it on her pad, making me smirk in response.

'What about to drink?' I said once she had written my food down.

'Way ahead of you,' she winked before she looked over to Klaus, 'can I get you anything?'

When he didn't answer I turned to look at him as well and noticed he was lost in thought, staring at me. I placed my hand on his thigh and softly said his name, loud enough for only him to hear; he broke out of his trance with a startled breath, his eyes becoming more focused as they fixated on me.

'Can I get you anything?' Cami asked again, her voice a mixture of concerned and patient.

'Nothing for me, sweetheart,' Nik eventually said, offering her a forced smile before his eyes returned to me.

'Okay I'll go and put your order in.' Cami offered us a bright smile before she left. As soon as she was gone I rested my head on Nik's shoulder my face tilting into the crook of his neck as I inhaled his scent, suddenly feeling completely calm as I did. I placed a kiss to the side of his neck, both of us sitting in comfortable silence as Nik's chin rested on top of my head, the hand that was on my shoulders now wound around my waist as he held me to him.

What were you thinking about, Nik? I asked him through my thoughts, knowing that there were a few of Marcel's vampires in the bar at that moment.

Just about the little witch, love. He answered, his other hand playing with my hair.

Are you mad that I didn't make her pick a side? I asked.

I was at first, but now that I've thought about it, your way is better. If we force her hand she only would have stayed loyal for as long as it took for her to find a way to turn on us, by giving her a choice your making that less likely. He replied, his hand continuing to move through my hair, almost putting me to sleep.

I suppose. Honestly I didn't even think of it like that; I just go with what feels right.

It's good that you trust your instincts, love. I forgot how to do that a long time ago.

Well maybe you can learn again, Nik. It's not too late.

Maybe, love.

I heard the clatter of glass on the table and reluctantly sat up; going back to the original position we were in when we entered the bar.

'Thanks, Cami,' I said, giving her a bright smile, which only grew when I saw the drink she had put in front of me: hot chocolate. I could feel both her and Nik's amusement when I immediately took a sip, softly moaning at how good it tasted.

'Do you approve?' Cami asked with a laugh.

'Oh yeah,' I grinned, taking another sip; it was incredible.

With an amused shake of her head she left, attending to the new customers who had just walked in. Nik and I idly chatted and while I ate my pancakes; he compelled one of the tourists to fill a cup with blood for his own breakfast. Cami had just set down a fresh hot chocolate and taken away my empty plate and mug when the door swung open revealing trouble in the form of Marcel Gerard.

'I am in no mood for this,' I muttered, leaning into Nik's side as his arm moved to settle on my waist, his thumb moving back and forth comfortingly.

Marcel's eyes scanned the room, a fake grin taking over his face as he made his way over to us, two of his guys flanking him.

'Well, look who it is. Klaus Mikaelson and the girlfriend he's been lying about,' he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he slid into the empty seat across from us.

'Someone's sulking,' I commented, my brow quirking in amusement.

'I have to say; Kol finding a girl was a surprise, but Klaus Mikaelson? I'm not going to lie to you, I never saw that one happening.' Marcel said, regarding Klaus' arm around me, his expression suggesting disbelief but I could feel that he was calculating how he could use this against us.

'Is that why you're here? Because we were keeping secrets from the King of New Orleans?' Nik asked with a smirk, but I could feel that he was nervous about what him knowing about us would mean for me.

'Nah, man you're entitled to your secrets. I'm just curious as to why you had to lie?' Marcel grinned, probably trying to look inviting but he just looked manic.

'It's pretty obvious if you think about it. You're a smart boy you figure it out,' I told him, wanting to know what his theories were.

'You see, I have been giving it a lot of thought since I saw you two last night. The obvious choice would be that Klaus has made himself some enemies over the years, so it would be less likely for people to use her as a weakness if she was an un-killable Original hybrid.' Marcel studied both of our expressions as we spoke; I kept my face blank, knowing that Nik was doing the same. We shared an amused look before are gazes returned to Marcel.

'You caught us. Not as clever as we thought, obviously.' Nik said, an amused smirk painting his face.

'What I don't get, if that was the plan, why ruin it all by showing yourselves last night?' He asked, genuinely curious.

'Got tired of keeping it a secret, and we were only keeping it a hush-hush until we had decided if you were a threat or not. We don't think you are,' I shrugged nonchalantly as I rested one of my hands on Nik's thigh.

'I see. Well fair enough.' He smiled before he looked up to one of his guys when they gestured to him, 'well I should be going, werewolves in the quarter apparently.'

'Have fun,' Nik smirked, though it immediately dropped as soon as Marcel and his cronies walked out of the door.

'That should keep him busy,' I muttered, placing my phone back on the table before I picked up my hot chocolate and took a huge gulp; I had texted Katie to give Thierry a fake tip on werewolves in the quarter.

'You did that?' he asked, his smirk returning when I nodded, 'I'm impressed, love.'

'He was asking too many questions and I could feel how curious he was about us. I think he's going to try and use this against you, me as a bargaining chip to keep you in line.' I told him, my voice low as I offered him my drink; he took a sip before he placed it on the table in front of us.

'If he tries that he will know pain greater than he could ever possibly imagine.' Nik promised, a dangerous smile lighting up his face.

'Well he knows how you get when someone threatens people you love, so I'm hoping that he won't be that detrimentally stupid.' I replied, resting my head on his shoulder, my face tilted towards his neck.

'Sometimes having the reputation of a villain comes in handy,' he commented dryly, making me laugh.

We didn't stay in Rousseau's for much longer; I finished my drink, paid for the meal and left Cami a decent sized tip. We were just walking back to the plantation, Nik telling me stories of him and his siblings growing up, while they were still human. I was smiling softly at the story of him making Bekah a wooden horse figurine to help her sleep through the storms that used to plague their village when my phone started to ring in my back pocket; before I even answered it I knew it was going to be bad news.

'What's wrong?' I asked Kol immediately, forgoing usual greetings.

'It's Elena, darling. The witches found out about Sophie's link to her and they kidnapped her and made her drink a poison specifically designed for vampires.' Kol answered, his voice completely frantic.

'Okay, Kol, calm down. Elena needs you composed right now,' I told him, though I could feel my own heartbeat rise erratically as panic started to grow within me; Nik sensed it and pulled my back against his chest, his hands on my hips, his head resting on my shoulder as he placed a kiss to the side of my neck; just like that I was completely calm.

'Alright. I'm calm.' Kol said, though I wondered if he was trying to convince himself or me.

'Tell me why the witches have done this. Maybe if we can figure out the why we can convince them to reverse it?' I suggested.

'Sophie said that they were pissed at her for bringing the Original family to New Orleans. Apparently bringing in more vampires to fix the vampire problem was not alright with them; not to mention Sabine had a vision of us ruining the city even more than Marcel currently is.' Kol reiterated, his voice completely pissed off.

'Sabine isn't a prophet though is she?' I asked as Nik picked me up bridal style, ready to flash us back to the plantation.

'No, according to Sophie her visions are interpretive. She doesn't get clear images like prophet's do, she gets a feeling and then something to link it with.' Kol explained.

'So she could have had the bad feeling towards us because of something that has nothing to do with us leading New Orleans?' I clarified, placing a kiss to Nik's neck in silent thanks.

'Exactly.' Kol agreed.

'Elena is going to be fine, Kol. I promise you. We're on our way back and we can figure out exactly what we're going to do when we get there.'

'Okay bestie.' He sounded much more relived as he hung up the phone.

'I'm going to kill her for this.' I muttered as I slipped my phone into my front jeans pocket.

Nik quirked his eyebrow in amusement but otherwise didn't answer as he flashed us back to the plantation, gently placing me on the floor with a kiss to my forehead to quell my nerves. I gave him a soft smile in thanks before I went to look for my sister; she was in her and Kol's room, lying fully dressed on top of the covers, looking sweaty and pale. Kol was sitting next to her, holding her hand, his face lined with concern.

'Hey, Lena.' I said, my voice soft as I kneeled beside her, taking her free hand in mine; I took all of her pain, hiding the wince of discomfort as I did; each cell in her body felt like it was on fire and her heart felt like it was being squeezed.

'Don't do that, I'm fine.' She scolded me, colour already returning to her cheeks.

'If I can help then I'm going to, so stop complaining.' I muttered rolling my eyes playfully.

'So how long do you think I have?' She asked, her voice low; I assumed to prevent it from breaking.

'You are going to be fine,' I told her, my free hand gently tucking her damp hair behind her ear as I stared into her eyes, allowing her to see the complete sincerity shining within them. When I felt her relief I knew that she believed me, and she should; we were going to find a way out of this and then I was going to kill that Sabine bitch for going after my sister.

'I'll be back as soon as I can, okay? I'm going to see a witch about unlinking you from Sophie but first I need to find a spell that could-' I was cut off when Kol interrupted.

'My Mother has an unlinking spell in one of her grimoire's. I used to know where they were before, but then I was daggered for a century. The best bet would be Elijah.' Kol said, moving to stand up from the bed and go and ask him himself.

'You stay with Elena, I'm going to fix this,' I promised them both, placing a kiss to Elena's forehead before I left, fighting back the tears I felt both from the fresh pain I had taken from Elena as I walked out the door, as well as the sight of my sister so weak and helpless.

Once Elijah had presented me with the page that contained the unlinking spell from one of his Mother's grimoire's, I immediately made my way over to Davina's. I showed her the spell and explained that my sister's life was on the line; her whole demeanour had softened when I had told her that. She promised me that she would complete the spell, as quickly as she could, and as soon as the words left her mouth, I knew that Elena was going to be alright. I hugged her before I left, now immensely relieved, though I had already known Elena was going to be alright it was nice to have it confirmed.

As soon as I left the church I headed back to the plantation, to find Sophie and Elena in the pool, though Elena was in Kol's arms as he held her in the water, making sure that she didn't sink; with how pale and weak she looked she definitely would have if she was left to carry her own weight. Elijah and Finn were pacing at the end of the pool closest to the occupants of the pool, while Hayley and Bekah were sat to the left side of the pool, both observing Elena with concerned expressions.

'What's happening?' I asked, briefly wondering where Nik was, but in that moment my sister was my main priority.

'The pool is lowering our core temp and helping the herbs last longer.' Sophie answered before she drank from a small circular wooden bowl she was holding.

I focused on Elena and took her pain without thinking, which wasn't my brightest idea; it was ten times worse than it had been before and the sudden agony caused me to bend over as I clutched at my chest; my heart feeling like it was turning to stone. I felt Finn and Elijah standing just behind me, both of them placing a comforting hand on my back, once I'd gathered myself I stood back up straight and sent them a reassuring wave as well as a soft smile.

'Davina is working on the unlinking spell, she will do it, it's just a matter of time,' I said, standing in between Finn and Elijah who had now stopped pacing as we looked down to the three people in the water.

'She doesn't have long darling,' Kol said, his eyes meeting mine shining with desperation and helplessness.

'Elena's going to be fine, Kol.' I assured him, sending comforting waves towards him while I simultaneously focused on Elena, taking any new pain before it had a chance to register with her.

'How do you know?' Sophie asked, confused at my certainty.

I was saved from answering her when Elena suddenly shot up out of Kol's arms, gasping for air, the colour returning to her cheeks as she breathed.

'The link's lifted.' Sophie said, taking a safety pin away from where it was attached from her skirt and stabbing the end of her left index finger. Kol saw what she was doing and gently lifted Elena's left hand and inspected it, his eyes closing with relief when he saw that she wasn't bleeding. I could feel everyone's complete relief as well as my own as Elena and Kol started to make their way out of the pool, though my own was short lived as my phone started to vibrate in my back pocket.

'Hey Nik. Where are you?' I asked once I had answered the phone after looking at the caller I.D.

'I'm at a meeting with the Sabine and the rest of the elders.' Nik said, his voice dangerous.

'Really, how convenient I was just about to request a presence with them as well,' I smirked; my anger towards Sabine and the rest of the elders returning now that I knew Elena was safe.

'I had a feeling you might, so I've saved you the trouble.' I could hear his own smirk as he spoke.

'Wonderful; where are you?' I asked.

'The church.' He answered, pausing for a brief moment before he continued, 'hurry up love or they all might be dead when you get here.'

I rolled my eyes and shook my head fondly; I knew he was only saying that to scare the others who were undoubtedly listening to his conversation.

'You two have the strangest relationship I have ever witnessed,' Bekah said, shaking her head in disbelief as she stood up from the side of the pool, offering her hand to Hayley once she was on her feet.

'Maybe. I don't know any different,' I shrugged to Bekah, giving Elena a hug as she and Kol walked past me; she was going to get an early night, almost dying had taken it out of her, and honestly I wasn't surprised.

'Anyway, I'm off to find Nik.' I smiled, moving to leave the rest of the group, but Sophie's panicked voice stopped me.

'Please, don't let him kill them, Kimberly,' she pleaded, I turned to her, my brows raising in question which was apparently enough encouragement for her to continue, 'the harvest ritual has to be completed by an elder, Sabine is the only remaining one, if she dies then we have no way to complete the ritual to strengthen the link to the ancestors.'

I looked to her as I regarded her; I could feel her genuine panic over the idea of Nik killing the only living elder, and I knew that technically it made sense, but I was too angry in that moment and that emotion overrode anything else.

'I won't let Nik kill Sabine.' I told her, not lying. I could feel her relief and a part of me felt a little guilty over what I was about to do, but not guilty enough to change my mind.

Bekah insisted on accompanying me to the church; I knew that she could see the fury that was simmering beneath my faux calm exterior and I think she just wanted to be there for me encase my anger overtook my better judgement.

I slammed open the church doors, hearing them hit the stone walls with a bang loud enough to make the other occupants in the room, aside from Nik, jump in fear.

'Well, it's about time you got here, love,' Nik smirked; he currently had Sabine's back against his chest and his hand clutching at her throat.

'I got held up making a promise to Sophie,' I said, walking with purpose down the isle, coming to a stop about three feet away from Sabine, Bekah a foot behind me.

'What promise?' Nik asked.

'That I wouldn't let you kill Sabine,' I told him honestly; he looked annoyed and shocked for a moment, but his expression quickly became one of amusement as he released his hold on Sabine, holding his hands up in the air in a gesture of surrender as he stepped back.

'As you wish, love,' he smiled, already knowing what I was going to do.

'I have a question, Sabine if you wouldn't mind answering it.' I started, not giving her time to respond before I continued, 'why did you go after Elena?'

'Because I had a vision, that your leadership would be even worse than Marcel's. I believed that if I took advantage of Sophie's link to Elena, we could show you how easy it would be for us to kill her, and thus making you more agreeable when we offered you a bargain,' Sabine said, her voice calm; she didn't have an ounce of fear inside of her. I didn't know if she was brave or stupid.

'What bargain?' Bekah asked, coming to stand directly beside me, her arms crossed over her chest.

'You leave New Orleans, and we release the link between Elena and Sophie. You stay, we kill her.' Sabine answered, not even blinking.

'Well you see, there's just one small problem with that plan,' I started, flashing forward and plunging my hand into her chest as I gripped her heart, 'we broke the link.' I said, my brows lifting in irony before I ripped her heart out and threw it onto the lap of one of the witches sat on the front pew.

The two male witches lifted their hands in my direction and started chanting, before I had any opportunity to register any pain, Nik flashed forward and snapped both of their necks.

'Now that's no way to treat a lady,' Nik said, his tone mocking as he shook his head at the now dead witches in faux disapproval; I chuckled at him and shook my head fondly as we both shared an amused look.

'You were definitely made for each other alright,' Bekah commented, shaking her own head in amusement.

Nik and Bekah volunteered to dispose of the bodies while I decided to pay a visit to Davina, to thank her for what she had done for us that day; if it wasn't for her my sister would be dead. I knocked softly on her door, smiling as she opened it.

'Kim! What are you doing here?' She asked, sounding surprised.

'I just wanted to thank you for today. If it wasn't for you it could have gone a completely different way,' I smiled, squeezing her hand gratefully.

'So it worked?' She asked, happy.

'It did,' I confirmed, offering her a bright, almost proud smile, 'you did good, Davina.'

Davina simply smiled and offered me a parting hug before I left; I had just closed the church door, a smile still on my face when I heard a bang, similar to someone knocking on a door. I turned to see where it was coming from, but came face to face with nothing, I shrugged trying to stay calm, but I suddenly felt anything but. I was about to flash back to the plantation when someone quickly but firmly grabbed my head, snapping my neck to the side and inevitably, temporarily killing me.

There's chapter thirty for you! Sorry this took so long; it took a while for me to decide how I wanted the story to go! Let me know what you think!

A huge thank you to ThisIsMelly, flazzy Cullen, Klarobass, NikitaNightfall and KuroTenshi-Kitsune-lover for either choosing to follow or favourite my story, it means a lot!

Guest: This story is so good! But I do have one question: will Kim be pregnant later on in the story like Hayley was in the Originals? Please update soon! Thank you so much! I am planning on making Kim pregnant, don't you worry, I just don't know when quite yet, but it will definitely happen :)

XxSunnaxX: Can' wait for more, nice work! :) What will Davina choose? What will await our dream pair and family :) Have a nice day, Vampes :P XX Thank you as always, lovely :) I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well ;)

BeccaSco: Yes! This chapter was awesome! Thank you, I hope you liked this one too :)