Klaus' POV - 3 days earlier.
"Michael, ready the safe house and prepare for our arrival, I have a guest I need to host for the foreseeable future," Klaus was pacing up and down the long corridor on the bottom floor of the Mikaelson mansion, spouting demands to his loyal hybrid, "I have captured the doppelgänger and we need to leave Mystic Falls immediately."
"Right away, sir," Michael responded.
"Also, find me a witch, check the surrounding areas for a coven but I only require the assistance of one for the time being," he spoke.
"I'll handle it."
With that, Klaus hung up the phone and slipped it back into his pocket, he returned to the room where the unconscious doppelgänger lay, moving towards her so quietly as he scanned over her, ensuring her awakening was a short while away.
What was it about the doppelgänger that drew him in, maybe it was the forbidden nature of there connection or maybe it was what she could do for him, everything he ever wanted was within her power and she could take it all away with one simple prod of a knife in her stomach. It was enticing.
Something caught his attention, a piece of paper in her pocket, only the corner was revealed and peering out of the edge of the seam; he carefully removed it and opened it out, sneering at the words inked onto it.
His eldest brother must have left this before he skipped town but Elijah always was drawn to the doppelgängers, something about that Petrova fire rendered him powerless against them, it would seem this was different though, more emotional as he was envious of her compassion.
Klaus simply rolled his eyes and slipped the letter into his jacket pocket, pushing the pointless thoughts from his mind as he exited the bedroom, ensuring not a sound was made as he moved around the mansion.
He quickly took out his phone and opened his contacts, scrolling until he found the number of one of his hybrids, Lewis, not the brightest spark of the bunch but he was sired and strong, adequate enough for the task.
He dialled his number and pressed the phone to his ear, he answered instantaneously, "yes, sir?"
"I require your presence at the mansion immediately, I need you to keep watch in my absence," he spoke, before hanging up the phone and returning it to his jacket pocket.
10 as minutes later, he arrived, standing in the foyer, he was ready for whatever his sire would ask of him.
"I have a guest upstairs, you are not to bother her and you are not to make a sound in my absence; if anyone is to show up at the mansion, you are to make them leave or kill them if they refuse, are we clear? My guest doesn't leave either."
Lewis nodded his head before Klaus disappeared from the mansion; his first stop, the Salvatore boarding house.
Upon arrival, Klaus inspected the area, listening in for the heartbeats that were inside; so far, he only heard one and whichever Salvatore that would be is yet to be determined.
He considered his next course of action; storm in the house, attack and lay threats or he could do just the opposite.
...He chose the latter.
Bringing his hand to the door, he brought three forceful knocks upon it, standing there patiently awaiting an answer; a smirk crept on his face when an inebriated Damon Salvatore swung the door open, he could barely hold himself up as he nursed a bottle of whiskey.
"Urgh," he exasperated, the mere sight of Klaus was enough to test his patience further, "what do you want?"
He walked right past Damon and entered the boarding house, his eyes scanning the rooms as he whizzed through all the rooms within seconds, keeping up the facade.
"Where is my doppelgänger?" he spoke through clenched teeth, approaching the drunken Salvatore; he knew exactly where she was but he had to throw them off his trail and gain as much information from the towns current affairs as possible.
"Funny," Damon spoke sarcastically, holding his own, "I was going to ask you the same thing! Did you get one of your hybrid fan boys to take her?"
"Yes, Damon, because I do enjoy wasting my time and resources searching for the one human who can enable my hybrids to change," he rolled his eyes slightly before walking to a table in the centre of the room, picking up some loose papers on it and scanning over them, "well, whilst we're having a catch up, how's Bonnie fairing? I'm sure her mother is just fine?"
"Abby, her name is Abby," just as he was speaking and noted Klaus was distracted, he snuck his phone from his pocket and sent a text whilst he walked over to the drink cabinet perched in the corner, pouring himself and Klaus one.
"Of course," Klaus nodded her head, falsely empathising whilst he took the drink from Damon, "my brother was ruthless towards Bonnie and her family but you were the one that dealt the final blow, turning her and relinquishing her of her magic."
"I had to choose," he spoke, pausing briefly, suppressing his guilt, "I chose to save Elena, as I'm sure any one of us would do."
"I would have done the same thing, it's a shame it was left to you, though."
"Anyway," Damon quipped, his light hearted and sarcastic tone returning, downing his shot in one, "thanks for calling by but get out."
"Where is Elena, Damon?" He pursed his lips together, "And my mother? Since her link to her power was severed, I have not seen her."
Present.
"What I wasn't aware of at the time but I suspected, Damon had contacted Stefan and set him on a recon mission to the mansion," Klaus told his version of events, whilst taking the bottle from Elena and refilling their glasses, "my hybrid had made me aware that he visited and captured him, refusing to allow him entry into the mansion, if he hadn't have turned away when he did, he would have killed him."
"Oh my god," she muttered under her breath, sipping at her whiskey and wiping away the droplets that stayed on her lips, "I swear, if you did anything to Stef-"
"Liquid courage, I presume?" He gestured towards the alcohol sat on the table between them, a hint of amusement at her false bravery, "Stefan is alive and well."
She nodded her head, eager for the rest of the story.
"My hybrids behaviour left the young Salvatore feeling suspicious, he may not know my involvement in your disappearance but he knew I was involved, so I had to act quickly."
"What did you do, Klaus?" She asked nervously.
"Nothing too drastic but I'm assuming you will disagree."
3 days earlier.
Back at the Mikaelson mansion, Klaus was becoming more and more frustrated by the passing wasted minutes, he had learnt nothing of importance from Damon Salvatore and he had no leads on the whereabouts of his mother, brother or sister.
When suddenly, Michael entered the mansion with a woman fighting his grip, "the witch you asked for, sir."
"ah delightful," he sped in front of her, taking in her scent and feeling the power radiate around her, "you'll do just fine! Thank you, Michael, you have done me proud."
"Thank you, sir," he responded, as watched his sire pulled the witch from her and lead her upstairs, taking a space beside Lewis on watch.
"What's your name, luv?" He asked, as charming as ever.
"I know who you are, I won't help you," the female responded, her fight strong and her will even stronger.
"If you know who I am then you'll know that is not the most suitable way to speak to me," he glared at her, his expression changing, "I require but 2 spells from you and then you will be allowed to leave, you and your family safe from the vengeance I'll seek if you refuse me."
She thought hard, weighing her options in the few moments she had available but her safety won over, "my name is Kiera, your hybrid stole me away from my coven in Charlotte."
"Deepest apologies for the inconvenience, darlin'," his tone of voice filled with sarcasm and pleasure, "as for the spells I require."
He paused momentarily as he opened the bedroom door, revealing Elena still unconscious on the bed; Kiera's lips had parted and she took a step back, realising what she was getting herself into, "is that the doppelgänger?"
"indeed," he spoke quietly, closing the door over once again and speeding them both back to the living area, "I need you to ensure she stays asleep for as long as possible and put up a magical protective barrier around her room, I can't have anyone interfering with my plans."
"You're insane," she spat, her utter disgust in him readily apparent in her tone of voice.
"Insanity is a matter of perspective," his brow furrowed, offering his intimidation once more, "insanity to me would be to rip you to shreds along with everyone else you care about."
"I'll do what you ask," her gaze shifted to the ground, fear and guilt overcoming her.
"Thank you," he spoke to her before he approached Lewis, placing a hand on his shoulder, "gather everything the witch requires for her spells and do it hastily, do not fail me."
Present.
"So the witch finished the spells, you where completely guarded from the outside world and in such a deep slumber, that you couldn't plot an escape," he continued, watching over Elena with careful eyes, noting how uncomfortable she was becoming the further he revealed the story, "what I wasn't aware of at the time was that a lot of things were unfolding in Mystic Falls."
"What do you mean?" She asked, her concentration fixed on him.
"Cliff notes?" He poured out another shot each, watching as she was starting to succumb to the effects of the alcohol, "my mother was planning to use your blood for a ritual to create the perfect vampire hunter, indestructible and stronger than me and my siblings, thankfully that plan was spoiled due to your disappearance, you're welcome."
"Why would I thank you for that?" She queried.
"She intended to use the history teacher and father figure in your life, Alaric Saltzman, this would have lead him into a fate worse than death."
"Oh," she was speechless and refused to offer any gratitude.
"Precisely," he stood from the sofa in attempt to stretch his legs, following the path to the window, he looked out, gazing upon the city before him, "And when the Salvatore's had discovered that wickery bridge was made from white oak, we had to act."
Her eyes widened, not expecting to hear this from him; the whole time they had been in Mystic Falls, the entire original family and the weapon to seal there fate had been within reach, she felt foolish.
"So, Rebekah kidnapped Damon, drained him of the vervain in his system and tortured him for the entire day, it was quite satisfying to watch," he smiled at the memory of it, he always enjoyed watching her loved ones suffer, "and I took Bonnie, forcing her to break the linking spell that was cast onto us by our mother."
"Bonnie was in the mansion whilst I was right upstairs?" She asked, shock coming in waves as she sipped more and more at the bourbon.
"She couldn't possibly have tracked you, you were guarded by magic and fast asleep, it's not the Bennett witches fault," he continued, watching as her facial expressions had completely changed, "but we weren't quick enough in gaining the knowledge about the stakes before Stefan had killed my brother, Finn, eliminating every vampire he had turned and they had turned over the past 1000 years."
"Wait, so you're telling me, you're all linked?" She paused briefly, her lips parting from shock and pondering on his words, "so if one of you dies, all the vampires created in your line will die too?"
"Correct, Elena, so Bonnie unlinked using the nick of time before Finn met his end and we retrieved all of the white oak stakes, thus making my family safe once more."
"I.. Well.. Urm-" she was at a loss for words, rendered completely speechless by how much she could miss in such a short amount of time.
"I told you, you weren't going to like it," he snickered before taking a seat back on the sofa opposite, "anymore questions?"
"So, where's Esther? And Rebekah and Elijah?" She queried, "and I guess I'll finally ask, where are we now?"
"My mother died in Rebekah's arms, Elijah has not been seen since Abby's transition, my beloved sister decided to remain in Mystic Falls and we are currently in a city that me and my family built from the ground up over 300 years ago," he held out his hand towards her, gesturing for her to take it.
Still processing the information he gave her, she watched carefully as he extended his hand, contemplating whether it was safe or not too oblige.
But did she really have a choice?
She slowly took his hand, carefully wrapping her fingers around his; he grasped her tightly and lead her to the window in a blur, standing her in front of him as they gazed upon the city, standing above it like he was a king admiring his kingdom.
Klaus watched her, looking out at the streets and at the skyline, her eyes flickering from the people crowding in what seemed like a street party to the buildings and all the new sights.
"This, my sweet Elena, is the French Quarter," he spoke almost proudly, as if he was boasting about his creation, "New Orleans."
"Wha-" he cut Elena's sentence short by placing his hand on her shoulder delicately, he could feel her freeze by the contact but he enjoyed her withdrawal.
"I'm not going to tell you why we are here, Elena but I will tell you that there is an extremely powerful coven of witches that reside within the quarter and a pack of wolves nested out in the bayou," he continued to taunt her, slowly tracing his fingers along her collarbone and towards her neck, smoothing over the bite marks that he had etched into her skin.
She swallowed a small lump in her throat, a small breath escaping her lips at his sudden contact; she could feel his head nearing the space between her neck and her shoulder, forcing her to tilt her head to allow him near, she was utterly powerless, "tha-that's why we're here-"
Her stuttering and laboured breathing edged him on more, her nervousness and fierce heartbeat drowning his senses as he kept bringing himself closer to her, her scent alone enticing him further, "all I require from you is your blood, Elena."
His hushed tones in her ear and his breath against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, awaiting the moment he would release her but he appeared to be wanting more, his other hand traced down the entire length of her arm, smoothing down the dressing gown until he reached her hand, grasping it in his and raising it until her wrist was revealed, showing the veins beneath her skin.
"Stop!" She shook herself out of the trance he had put her into and broke herself free from his touch, adjusting herself and the dressing gown so she cover cover herself further, "whatever game you're playing, stop! I'm here, I'll go with you to change the wolves but you can't treat me like that."
He watched as she kept stepping away from her, every step leading away from him but she still faced him, backing away and watching carefully; he blurred in front of her, lowering his head so there faces were not even an inch apart, a smirk filled with pleasure curling on his lip, his fingers tracing along her cheekbone," forgive me, Elena but do I sense enjoyment coming from you?"
She could feel every rise and fall of her chest, every shallow breath that she took and every pound against her chest caused by her heart rate; was it the bourbon getting to her more than she had realised? Was it the exhaustion? Was it his attempt at a power play that made her feel like she wanted to succumb to him.
Or did she actually enjoy it?
She pushed all those thoughts from her mind and walked away from him, not uttering a single word or gracing him with even one more look before she returned to the bedroom and locked herself in it.
As soon as she sat down on the bed, the tears began to build up in her eyes; she pushed her lips together with all her strength to keep herself from making a noise; she couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was getting to her, that his manipulation tactics were making her head spin and she certainly wouldn't let him think that she was affected by him.
She sat in a deep thought, her mind flashing back to her loved ones once again, the smiles on there faces before the vampires entered there lives, the love between them all before her parents died and she disconnected herself from reality; to the first time an original vampire entered her life, the fateful day Rose had kidnapped her and put her on Elijah's radar, ensuring he would hand her over to Klaus for the ritual.
And now this, a slave to the hybrid himself, the monster that would hold her captive and use her blood as he saw fit; using her to build the hybrid army that would hold more power than any other supernatural entity, and worse, toy with her vulnerability and emotions without thought to the consequences.
She was lost.