A/N: Okay, so I wasn't going to update till sometime around Sunday but, Cameronlove, left me such an amazing a review so I figured I update early to show my appreciation. I thought about doing it tomorrow but with it being my birthday tomorrow I doubt would have the time. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this chapter!
A quick thank you to everyone has reviewed, favorited or followed this story. It keeps me inspired to continue writing, Well that and I just love writing Klaroline.
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Caroline moved through the Victorian home in hopes of finding Rebekah.
She was bored out of her mind and couldn't take being cooped in this house for much longer. Besides Rebekah had been right, she wasn't going to hide away. If she was going to be in New Orleans for the foreseeable future then she actually wanted to go out and experience it but first, she had something she wanted to ask the blonde Original.
She paused in her search however when she heard Klaus's voice from somewhere in the house.
"Because I enjoy your company. And I sense that you have the capacity for understanding someone of my... complexity."
Caroline's brow furrowed wondering who Klaus could be talking to. Her feet began moving again as she switched directions following the sound of his voice.
"You see, I returned to New Orleans to investigate a threat posed against me. What I found was a young woman, pregnant, in need of protection. And someone I cared about in danger. My brother, always the do-gooder, tried to manipulate me into helping the pregnant girl—he thought it might redeem me. Don't much care for it but I want to make sure no harm comes to the one that matters. Trouble is, I've since learned of another young woman—a girl, really, one with vast potential—held in captivity by a tyrant. I want to help all three of these women—protect two and free the other. So, tell me, Cami—does that sound evil to you?"
"I don't believe in evil as a diagnosis. I think you have unstable personal relationships, stress-related paranoia, chronic anger issues, fear of abandonment. I think you could benefit from talking to someone. Professionally."
Caroline's footsteps faltered as she heard an unfamiliar female voice.
"I think I prefer to talk to you. So, I'm going to offer you a job, as my stenographer."
Caroline resumed her steps as she heard Klaus speaking to the woman whoever she was.
"Okay, what are we writing?" asked the woman.
"My memoirs, of course. Someone should know my story. And it will give us time to discuss other riveting subjects, like your handsome suitor, Marcel."
As Caroline drew closer she could hear their voices even more clearly.
"Excuse me? My private life is–" she heard the woman begin to protest before Klaus cut her off.
"Your private life is, as it turns out, essential to my plans. You see, Marcel wants you. And, because of that, he will trust you, which serves me. The thing is, the French Quarter is on the verge of war. On the one side there's me, and on the other, Marcel. Along with a very powerful witch and an army of vampires."
"WHAT?"
Caroline quickened her steps when she heard someone being pushed against a wall and the unmistakable sound of a heart beating quickly out of fear.
Caroline appeared in the doorway only to see Klaus had a blonde woman pushed against the wall, his hand around her throat, hard enough to keep her in place but not to block her air and was in the process of compelling her.
"You're frightened. Don't be." He released her taking a step back.
"I'm not scared anymore." The blonde said puzzled. "That's... amazing. How did you...?"
"It's called compulsion. It's a neat bit of vampire trickery. I'll tell you all about it. But first, let's talk a little more about Marcel."
The blonde only stared at him in response.
"What is going on?" Caroline asked, shaking off her initial surprise and announcing her presence to the room.
The blonde turned and looked at Caroline before turning back to Klaus still looking puzzled but more than anything curious. "Do you have another sister?"
Caroline's face scrunched up at that. "God, no."
Klaus chuckled at her response. "No, this is Caroline."
"Wait," said the blonde. "Is she the woman you spoke of the other night when you said you had someone-"
"Quiet." Klaus compelled her suddenly and she instantly fell silent.
Caroline raised a brow. "You talk about me to random women?"
"Just Cami here." He grinned.
Caroline gazed at the woman unsure of why she was here and who she was to Klaus. "You've never mention any Cami before?"
Caroline winced, disliking how she sounded, a bit jealous, insecure even. She wasn't that girl anymore. That girl who got jealous and was insecure to a high degree. And she refused to be that girl again.
Klaus moved toward her. "Cami here is going to be what we need to get closer to Marcel." He stopped just a foot in front of her. "She's a means to an end, nothing for you to concern yourself with, Love."
"You're compelling her? Using her as a pawn in this game with Marcel for control of the city."
Caroline's brow furrowed. "How can she help you get closer to Marcel?"
"Marcel has taken a keen interest in Cami and that is something I can use to my advantage. He won't expect his pretty little blonde bartender to be spying on him."
Caroline frowned. "You're compelling her to gather information from Marcel and report back to you." She shook her head. "Let me get this straight, you have this Cami, getting close to Marcel so you can get inside information, learn his plans?"
Klaus grinned looking rather pleased with himself. "For starters."
Caroline frowned at him. "This is like when you had your hybrids do all your dirty work and run your little errands when you treated them like your own personal slaves." Caroline couldn't hide her distaste for what she thought of it all.
Klaus sighed. "While I love hearing your opinions Caroline, this isn't one of those times."
"I don't care." Caroline glared, her expression hardening. "You can't compel someone to get involved with another person just because it suits your agenda."
"Oh, I can and I will." Said Klaus. "New Orleans isn't Mystic Falls. It's more treacherous than your small town and it's already been proven with the threat to your life." He stepped closer to her until they were just mere inches apart, catching her gaze and holding it. "I will take back the city I built and I will keep you safe and if I have to do things you don't like then so be it because at the end of the day I'm going to do whatever is necessary to keep you unharmed and at my side."
Before Caroline was able to argue further he was brushing a kiss across her cheek dangerously close to the corner of her mouth, brushing past her and out of the room.
Caroline let her breath out in a huff both exasperated and annoyed at his excuses for treating someone like they were nothing more than a puppet who strings he could pull whenever he wanted. And she didn't need him treating her like glass, didn't need him to keep her safe. She was more than capable of protecting herself.
With that thought in mind, she was even more determined to find Rebekah.
She continued through the house until she heard Hayley arguing with someone, she followed the sound hoping to find Rebekah and to her relief she did. She was seated at a laptop at a table but Caroline paused catching sight of someone else, someone she could remember seeing once when the witches captured her.
"What the hell is she doing here?"
"Caroline." The old witch's eyes settled on her in a way that unnerved her. "How are you?"
Caroline frowned why the hell did a witch care how she was. Her eyes narrowed. "Why?"
"Just curious." The old witch dismissed.
"Why are you here?" Caroline questioned.
"She's here because of me," Hayley said from her spot on the couch, flipping through a book. "And I told you, Agnes, I feel great!"
"You are overdue for a checkup." Claimed the old witch.
"What am I gonna do? Pop into the Quarter for a quick ultrasound? A pregnant werewolf escorted by a witch—nothing to see here!" Haley's voice dripped with sarcasm. Caroline raised a brow looking between the two.
"A lot of women would kill to have children," Rebekah spoke up. "It strikes me as odd that you're not taking better care of yours."
"Actually Rebekah has a point." Caroline moved further into the room. "Better safe than sorry. Plus you're carrying twins. Aren't they a higher risk or something."
Hayley paused looking over at Caroline, remembering her talk with her about having a child wasn't something she would ever be able to do after becoming a vampire.
"I know a doctor out in the bayou. Off the beaten path." Insisted Agnes, looking from Hayley to Caroline. "Now, I took the liberty of making an appointment for you. Tonight, after-hours, just us. Vampires will never get word of it." She shot Hayley a pointed look one that she tried to ignore with the feeling it caused her.
Caroline didn't know why the witch kept glancing at her but she didn't like it.
Hayley considered it, thinking it over for a moment before rolling her eyes. "Okay, fine. Bayou-baby-doctor it is." She got up off the couch leaving the room with Agnes.
Caroline met the witch's gaze as they left the room as Agnes looked back at her for just a moment.
"What's that about?" Rebekah asked her, nodding her head at the way Agnes had looked at her as she left.
"I have no clue." Though Caroline couldn't imagine that it was good. Her run-ins with the witches of New Orleans so far had not been pleasant experiences.
Caroline moved closer to Rebekah taking a seat across from her at the table. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for something clearly," Rebekah responded dryly, glancing away from the computer screen. "Did you want something? Cause normally your not keen on being in a room with me?"
"You were right," Caroline admitted rather reluctantly.
"Words I love to hear." Rebekah grinned. "What exactly was I right about?"
"All the things you said about me hiding away here and that's not me. Doing things just because I'm told." Caroline smiled faintly. "Usually I'm the one telling others what to do and then just doing it myself because nothing you want done gets done better than when you do it yourself."
"So what are you going to do about it?" Rebekah asked, pulling her attention from the computer and focusing on the blonde opposite her.
"Well, I'm not stupid. I know New Orleans is more dangerous than what I'm used too. That a lot of the vampires here are older than I am which means their stronger but I thought if you could teach me how to combat that strength I should be fine."
"And I'm just going to help you because we're such good friends," Rebekah said sardonically a twist to her lips.
"Well no, obviously. We spend more time fighting than we actually do talking." Caroline rolled her eyes. "I just figured you help me, and I help you. I can help you get Elijah back, not sure how much help I'll be but I'll tell you this, once I set mind to something, I get it done, failure is not an option." When Rebekah said nothing, only staring at her with her piercing blue gaze she continued. "I'm willing to help as much as I can."
"Hmm. Tempting." Rebekah tilted her head, grinning slowly. "Plus it'll probably piss Nik off and that is something I take a great pleasure in. Alright, we get Elijah back first and then I'll help you learn to combat old vampires."
"Great," Caroline said with a smile. "It's a deal."
"It's good to see the Caroline I know," Rebekah commented turning back to her computer, looking at satellite photos.
"So what are you looking at?" Caroline wondered but before Rebekah could answer Klaus walked into the room.
"Please, sister, tell me you're not still at it with the internet search. How does one begin, anyway? Just type in "anonymous attic?" He walked to the small bar and poured himself a scotch, glancing toward Caroline. "Have you come around yet, Love?"
"My opinion has not changed." She glared at him, crossing her arms and Klaus sighed, muttering something under his breath and Caroline could have sworn he said something about her being unreasonable.
Rebekah glanced between the two quirking an eyebrow before focusing on Klaus. "Someone has to find Elijah, even if I have to search every bloody attic in New Orleans."
"Like looking for a needle in a rather large pile of needles." Klaus groused.
"I remember details about the attic Marcel took me to. There were shutters on the windows behind Elijah's coffin." Rebekah insisted.
Caroline looked between the two watching as they went back and forth while also filing away in her head the details about the attic with shutters on the windows, hoping she would be able to help Rebekah narrow her search down a bit.
"Well, that should narrow it down immensely." Said, Klaus, as if he could hear what she had been thinking. "Myself, I prefer actual strategy as opposed to mind-numbing labor. Marcel's delay in returning our brother makes me suspect he's no longer in charge of the situation. If Davina's loyalty to Marcel is strained, perhaps the young witch will be open to discussing a new alliance."
Rebekah smiled bitterly. "As usual, your power grabs are more important than rescuing your brother."
While they were going back and forth Caroline slid the laptop to herself and began searching through the satellite images.
"I prefer to think of it as killing two birds with one stone. Rob Marcel of his secret weapon, bring our brother home." Klaus responded in a way that spoke of how he believed what he was doing was so much better.
Rebekah merely looked at him and smiled tightly.
"You shut up about Thierry, alright? He didn't deserve what he got. Marcel was just showing off because of Klaus. Can't wait 'til his ancient-ass is outta here."
Caroline looked to Rebekah with a curious look, wondering who Thierry was and what happened to him. They were standing just outside of a bar.
Rebekah just shook her head. "One of Marcel's guys. C'mon." She led the way inside the bar and Caroline followed.
Shortly after Klaus had left to go do god knows what Rebekah had told her they were heading to the Quarter to find what information they could. Caroline had been more than ready to get out of the house, tired of being locked away like a china doll that would shatter like glass.
"You and me both." Rebekah quipped as they walked in.
Diego stood up glancing between the two blondes, he knew enough about the originals to know the one that had spoken was Rebekah Mikaelson. He, however, had no idea who the other blonde was. He clapped his hands and walked toward the two women stopping in front of Rebekah. "Look alive, boys. We got ourselves one high-class Original vampire."
"Mmm, a real charmer," Rebekah responded.
"I have no idea who you are." Diego glanced at Caroline.
"You wouldn't. I'm not from around here." Caroline eyed him carefully, her gaze turning to all the other vampires, wondering just how old each of them was.
"And yet you can walk in the sun?" he said picking up on the fact that she was a vampire. "Where did you come by a daylight ring?"
"I don't know." Caroline gave a shrug. "I forgot." She wasn't about to tell them the truth. Knowing a lot of vampires would kill to get their hands on a daylight ring.
"Uh-huh," Diego said not believing her. "Must be a perk of keeping company with the Originals."
"Must be." She responded evenly, meeting his gaze challengingly.
"Enough of this," Rebekah said, trying to get back to why they were here. "What if I told you I could help you out with your little Klaus problem, in exchange for the tiniest bit of gossip?"
Diego's face turned serious as he considered the offer. "Like what?"
"You might have heard the rumors that Marcel and I were quite the item, back in the day. He seems to have moved on, and I'd like to know with who."
Caroline frowned at her. "I could have told you that. A blonde girl name Cami."
Rebekah gave her a side eye. "That's not much to go on."
"You've seen him with her. The bartender." Diego told Rebekah.
"What, that plain-Jane that he carries on with?" Rebekah asked with a look of distaste. "Only a blind man would choose her over me. There must be another girl in his harem."
Caroline paused realizing Rebecca was trying to get him to slip up and give them info on the teenage witch Marcel had on his side.
Diego shrugged and shook his head.
"Look, I just need the tiniest bit of closure. And then I can leave New Orleans and I'll be sure to take Klaus with me, which, let's face it, would make your life a whole lot easier?" Said Rebekah, hoping to tempt him with her offer.
Diego sighed. "Look, Marcel's got a full plate. If he's seeing some other hottie, she's somewhere in the Quarter, probably close by."
Rebekah smiled and Caroline wondered just how much that narrowed down their search.
"And that milady is all I got." Said Diego, taking a step back from them.
Marcel walked along Dauphine Street as he gave instructions to a group of his vampires. "Big event tonight, a lot of people drinking, a lot of eyes watching. I don't want any trouble, which means no witches. Send word through the Cauldron—any witches come here, we kill them. And, while you're at it, no Originals, I don't like how Rebekah's been snooping around." A few of his guys had mentioned Rebekah's earlier visit and that she had brought a blonde friend along. "I got my girl Cami coming here and a little friend of hers, I want eyes on them at all times; eyes only. Alright? I don't want anyone getting anywhere near either of them. Everybody's got a post, everybody keeps an eye out. You cool?"
The vampires looked at Marcel in agreement for a moment before walking away.
Marcel had been a little surprised by Cami changing her mind about seeing him but he wasn't about to question it. At least not at the moment. He liked being around her.
Night had fallen as Agnes drove Hayley up to the obstetrician located in the Bayou. The sound of owls hooting sounded as Hayley asked looking around doubtfully. "This is the doctor's office?"
Agnes smiled reassuringly. "Dr. Paige is only this far out because Marcel's men kept terrorizing her patients. Go! She won't bite!"
Hayley felt nervous as she exited the car uncertain about this but still she forged forward and walked toward the clinic.
Once she was out of earshot, Agnes lifted her cell to her ear, a frown in place. "Send them in now and tell them to do it quickly."
She knew this move would have dire consequences with the Hybrid but it had to be done before those babies had a chance to be born.
"Are we sure this is the place?" Caroline questioned. She was hoping, it wasn't. Mainly because it was a church and she in no way wanted to threaten a priest.
"We've been all around town." Rebekah reminded. "Besides this church is closed." Not waiting for Caroline to reply before entering the church.
"That's not really the point," Caroline muttered before following Rebekah inside the old church.
Caroline glanced around at the surroundings of the church. It was pretty rundown and there was one lone priest trying to clean it up.
The Priest briefly looked up at them before going back to what he was doing. "Church is closed. If you want your horror fix, go take a ghost tour."
"I don't much care for ghosts." Replied Rebekah. "I am, however, fascinated by window shutters. We've been on a town tour of them all day. I noticed the windows of your attic have shutters."
"Are you really interested in shutters?" he asked.
"It's an obsession of mine." Caroline smiled sweetly. "And I've seemed to have infected my friend with that obsession."
The priest looked at them doubtfully and Caroline couldn't blame him. Shutters obsession wasn't really a thing. At least she didn't think it was.
"What's your name?" Rebekah questioned observing the priest.
''Father Kieran." He answered. "And you are?"
"Car-"
"Mildly curious." Rebekah cut Caroline off shooting her a look, trying to convey that Caroline shouldn't go around telling people her name in the Quarter.
Caroline, however, got distracted by the splash of color on the wall, blood stained it red. Why in the world would there be blood in a church?
"What happened here?" Rebekah questioned following Caroline's line of sight.
Father Kieran sighed again. "St. Ann's used to be the heart of the neighborhood. It's been abandoned for a while now. Since the night of the massacre."
"Who the hell-" Caroline cleared her throat. "I mean, who would commit a massacre in a church?" Seriously Caroline thought the person had to be seriously twisted or evil or something.
"One of their own," Kieran told her. "He killed nine other seminary students."
Caroline grimaced, clearly whoever the student was he was a psycho.
"You're standing on blood," Kieran told Rebekah pointedly.
Caroline tilted her head down at where Rebekah was standing and saw she was indeed standing on blood.
"I'm not squeamish." Said Rebekah completely unbothered. "Where's the attic?"
"Like I said, the church is closed," Kieran repeated.
Rebekah moved herself directly in front of the priest and compelled him. "Where is the attic?"
"Past the sacristy, up the stairs." He answered monotonously.
"Thank you. Now, forget we were here." Rebekah compelled him, throwing a look at Caroline motioning for her to follow.
"Compelling a priest." Caroline shook her head.
"It's not like I compelled the pope." Rebekah retorted as they walked away and up a flight of stairs, they reached the upper floor, finding the attic and it's closed door.
"I knew it!" Rebekah declared, pulling the door open and tried to enter the room but found she couldn't.
"Looks like your invitation has been revoked," Caroline remarked dryly.
"Clearly," Rebekah said flatly. Caroline looked past Rebekah's shoulder and into the room and spotted Elijah laying in his open coffin. "There he is." His eyes opened suddenly and looked toward them even as he lied motionless. "Okay, that's creepy."
She looked to Rebekah but her eyes were intent on her brother, solely focused on Elijah.
Rebekah suddenly found herself dressed in 19th-century clothing and standing in front of a horse and carriage. "What the bloody hell?"
"Rebekah, language, please!" Elijah's voice sounded from behind her.
Rebekah whirled around. "Elijah!" she ran toward him when she caught sight of her brother hugging him tightly before looking around them in confusion. "What is all this?"
"You don't remember? We went to the opera house together. It was your first full day back into New Orleans' society after Klaus removed the dagger from you." Elijah reminded. "It's a memory that only you and I share. Also, I needed to know it wasn't another one of Davina's tricks."
"Well, how are you even awake?" Rebekah questioned.
Elijah smiled as he responded. "Davina removed the dagger, unaware that doing so even once would negate the dagger's power. In a few hours, I shall be as good as new!"
"So, pop me into the attic and we can find a way to get you out!"
"I'm afraid I'm not quite ready to leave yet, Rebekah." He paused. "This girl, Davina, she's...curious. Willful, too." He poured himself and Rebekah both a drink. "Soon, I shall be able to speak to her, perhaps to even propose a truce of some kind. So, if we can end this war between the vampires and the witches, we'll be able to eliminate the threat to Hayley, and her baby and Caroline. Perhaps then Niklaus and our entire family can finally know peace." He handed Rebekah her drink. "In the meantime, I need you to look after Hayley. She is our family now, so I need her and her unborn child to fall underneath our protection." He held out his drink to toast to her. "Swear to me, Rebekah." He asked of her before returning her back to reality.
"Hello, Rebekah?" Caroline eyed Rebekah impatiently. "Are you just going to stand there staring at nothing?"
"I swear." Rebekah said suddenly and Caroline was sure she wasn't speaking to her.
"You swear what?" Caroline brow wrinkled in confusion.
"We need to trust in Elijah." Rebekah said, turning away from the door.
"You want to trust in your daggered brother whose for all intent and purposes is dead right now? Did I miss something?" Not to mention Caroline didn't really know him and after he invaded her mind she didn't trust him at all.
Hayley laid down on a table as Dr. Paige gave her an ultrasound and Hayley could hear the fetal heartbeat of both her babies and a feeling of warmth washed over her.
"Both your babies heart rate's are perfect." Dr. Paige smiled.
Hayley smiled in return. "I knew it. They're tough, like their mom." Hayley felt a twinge of guilt as soon as she said it but pushed it down.
Dr. Paige chuckled and handed Hayley a tissue to wipe the ultrasound gel off of her abdomen.
Hayley wiped the gel from her stomach and sat up.
"That's a unique birthmark." Dr. Paige commented noticing Hayley's crescent-moon shaped birthmark on her shoulder.
Hayley pulled her sweater on, ignoring the comment. "We're pretty much done here, right?" Her phone received a text and she checked it seeing it was from Rebekah.
Where are you?
"Your blood pressure is a bit high, I've got something for it." Dr. Paige informed her.
Hayley watched as she walked away to where Agnes was waiting in the next room. She took the moment to text Rebekah back.
Bayou clinic with doctor.
Suddenly, a wolf howled loudly, startling her. Hayley got up, looking out the window and saw a car's headlights approaching, she frowned, getting a bad feeling, making her anxious.
Dr. Paige walked back in with her medication.
"Ahh, you know, I'm-I'm actually not that good with pills." Hayley lied, her suspicions on high.
"Heh, neither am I, truth be told." Said Dr. Paige, seeming like she was nervous to Hayley as she set the medicine cup on the table and started preparing something.
Hayley saw a group of intimidating men walk into the clinic and when she turned around she saw Dr. Paige preparing a syringe.
The doctor lunged at Hayley trying to inject her with it. Hayley grabbed her arm and pushed it away from her, head-butting the doctor, disorienting her and stabbed the syringe into the doctor's neck.
When the men in the lobby saw what happened, they ran toward the door, but Hayley managed to quickly shut and lock it before they could reach her. The doorknob rattled as Hayley struggled to open the window to escape, the second she got it open she was out the window and running.
Klaus had been watching the young boy since learning of his connection to Marcel's witch and had decided he was the key to sending her a message. He appeared behind him just outside Russo's.
"Hello, Tim." The boy only stared at him blankly having no idea who he was. "I believe you and I share an acquaintance."
He gripped him tightly by the shoulder, catching his gaze. "Be a good lad and help me send her a message." He compelled the boy.
Davina was starting to think this was a bad idea as she and Cami looked for her friend.
"Well, he couldn't have gone far, he just got off-stage a minute ago!" said Cami.
Davina sighed, blinking tears from her eyes feeling like she was stood up. "It doesn't matter, this was a stupid idea anyway."
"No, it wasn't! Davina–"
Davina cut her off. "Just forget it." She muttered, taking off.
Klaus approached Cami from behind, handing her a note. "Tell her this is from one of the musicians. She'll want to leave, and you're going to want to help her slip out the back exit so Marcel doesn't see." He ordered. "Whatever you do, don't let her out of your sight."
Cami eyes flared with annoyance but when she turned around to talk to Klaus, he was already gone.
"Wait, Davina!" she called after the girl forgetting about Klaus and running to catch up with Davina.
Klaus watched as Davina reunited with her little crush. Young love was so easy to exploit especially when it benefitted him. He slipped into the seat next to Cami in the church as Tim played the violin for the little witch. "The boy has a gift. You can't compel a person to play like that."
"I know what you are. It's crazy to me, but at least it makes sense. But this... massacre... was just a pointless, brutal thing." She looked around at the blood that still stained the church floor, the pews, its walls. "In your life, have you ever heard of anything like that? A good man, an aspiring priest, just goes on a killing spree out of nowhere."
"I've seen quite a lot in my time. The world is a rather awful place. Best to meet it on its own terms." He responded.
Cami shook her head. "No. The world isn't awful. People aren't awful. They want to be good; something makes them bad. Something breaks them down, makes them snap." She insisted. "There are always signs, symptoms before someone has a psychotic break. The guy who did this had none of them; he didn't drink, he didn't do drugs..."
"You're well-informed on the matter." Klaus turned his gaze away from the two teenagers and to her. "You knew him, didn't you?"
"His name was Sean. He was my brother. My twin, actually." Cami blinked back tears that had gathered in her eyes. "I can't sleep, I... dream, about what happened, and I hate it, and I hate that I couldn't help him."
"We all must stand alone against our demons."
"What if someday, his demons become mine too?" She looked at him expectantly, hoping for an answer but he had already turned away from her and was watching Tim as the boy finished playing.
"I have some business I should attend to...but before I do–" he caught Cami's gaze compelling her. "You should go, enjoy the music. Enjoy your night."
Cami got up robotically leaving the church, returning to the festivities that were taking place in the city tonight.
Father Kieran walked down Dauphine Street. The festival was in full swing when he saw Marcel. "Marcel!"
"Father Kieran—welcome back." Marcel said in greeting. "I wasn't sure when you'd be coming home."
"I can tell, judging by what's been going on in my church attic." Replied Father Kieran.
Marcel smiled coldly in response. "I didn't think you'd mind. Lord knows I've done you a favor or two."
"I take it you know the Originals have returned?" The Father asked lowly. "The sister, Rebekah? I saw her earlier, snooping around the church, asking about the attic. And she wasn't alone. She was with another blonde. She doesn't know I take vervain. You gotta problem on your hands."
"No disrespect, for the grieving process, for you and your church, but just so I know—are you here to help, or are you just going to drop in with criticism?" Marcel responded.
Father Kieran laughed coldly and leaned in to whisper. "Never forget, Marcel, that you live in this city by the grace of those who know your secret and tolerate you."
"And this city thrives because of me and my people. Anytime that you need a reminder of that, just let me know." Marcel stared at Father Kieran menacingly his threat clear.
"Marcel?" Josh interrupted their disagreement. "Diego said he lost eyes on the girls."
Marcel turned to Father Kieran "To be continued!"
"You two are absolutely adorable!" Klaus mocked Davina and Tim, approaching them. "Warms my heart, it really does, but I do need a word with the young lady. So, Tim," he gripped the boy by his shoulder and compelled him. "Go sit down, count to one-hundred-thousand."
Tim walked to the back of the church. "Quietly, now, there's a good boy." Klaus turned back to Davina. "I assume you know who I am." When Davina said nothing he continued. "Then, let's get right to it, shall we? Your current dilemma strikes me as a case of poor alliances. You're loyal to Marcel and yet he keeps you tucked away in an attic. Surely you prefer just a little bit more freedom. And yet Marcel keeps you prisoner."
"Marcel doesn't keep me prisoner, he keeps me safe." Davina responded strongly. "He's my friend."
"Well, I've no doubt he is." He crouched to her level. "For a girl caught in a war between witches and vampires, I might be a better friend. I would keep you safe. And I'd allow you your freedom." He moved to pace up and down the aisle. "If Marcel could do that, why hasn't he done so already? And it does beg the question: If Marcel can't protect you, then what of those you care about?" Klaus gestured to Tim, who was sitting in the last pew.
"If anyone tries to hurt anyone I care about, I'll kill them." She said strongly.
"Well, then. Sounds like you don't need Marcel at all. Perhaps you've suspected it all along." Said Klaus. "Your dear friend Marcel tricks you into doing his bidding. And all the while you rot in an attic, alone, while young Timothy moves on with his life."
Davina stared intently at Klaus with a look of anger and Klaus could feel an intense heat. "You feel that? That's your blood starting to boil."
Klaus groaned as he heard the hiss of his own blood boiling. He felt the sweat start to drip from his forehead, but he composed himself and vamp-sped to Tim, placing the boy in a headlock. "Such a shame to lose him, just as you found him again." He told her.
"And I really did admire your skill with that violin." He added to Tim even as he had him in his clutches prepared to end the boy's life if need be.
"Don't you dare hurt him!" warned Davina.
"Oh, I hope I won't have to, sweetheart." Klaus responded. "But, then, that depends on you."
"Let him go now!" Davina demanded.
"You should know, I don't do well with demands."
Davina thrust her open hand out and twisted it in response, using her magic to break the bones in his leg.
Unfortunately, for her, it took only moments for Klaus to reset his bones and heal. "Impressive. But you don't want to fight me, love. Innocent people have a way of ending up dead."
"Please, let me go." Tim whispered, scared.
"Your choice, little witch," Klaus told Davina, tightening his hold on the boy. "Swear allegiance to me alone and the boy lives. Stand against me–"
The candles behind Davina flared as she grew angrier. She thrust both hands in front of her and let out a shriek. Wind tore through the church causing paper and books to be blown around, all the windows in the church shattering. The glass shards flew backwards, and Klaus and Tim were forcibly blown backwards toward the entrance. Even Davina herself was knocked backwards by the power of her magic, thrown to the ground.
Hayley pressed her back against a tree in the woods of the Bayou, heart pounding in her chest as the men who raided the clinic passed her and they passed by thankfully not seeing that she was hidden behind the tree.
She took the opportunity and ran up to them, kicking the first man she encountered in the gut, knocking him to the ground. She jumped and kicked the second man down as well, snapping his neck.
A third man tried to attack her with a knife but she grabbed the knife from his hands and sliced his neck with it as she spun in the air. When a fourth one attacked her, she grabbed the shotgun he had, knocked him to the ground, she kicked him twice before beating him in the head with the butt of the shotgun, uncaring at the moment if it'll kill him.
Hayley crouched low on the ground, her eyes flashing werewolf-gold as she scanned the woods for any more threats.
A large, burly man descended upon her, but before Hayley could react, his neck was snapped from behind by Rebekah, who had just arrived with Caroline.
Caroline frowned at the men, not all too certain if they were dead or just unconscious but she couldn't really bring herself to care when she was more focused on wondering why they were attacking Hayley in the first place.
"Have to say, I'm impressed." Said Rebekah.
"How did you find me?" asked Hayley.
"Your text got me halfway, vamping here did the rest. Who are they?" Rebekah questioned.
"Witches, warlocks, whatever." Hayley dismissed.
"But why would the witches attack you. If something happens to you and the babies they lose their bargaining chips with Klaus." Caroline's brow furrowed in confusion.
Rebekah's eyes narrowed as she noticed flashlights in the distance. "There're more of them. Run!" she told Hayley.
Hayley reluctantly listened, heeding her warning.
"Go with her." Rebekah told Caroline.
"I thought we established that I was done hiding away." Said Caroline defiantly. "If you're gonna stay and fight so am I."
"Just try not to get yourself killed, I'd hate to have to deal with Nik." Rebekah sighed before muttering more to herself than Caroline. "If I had a dollar for every mess my family has got me into..." she trailed off as she was hit suddenly with two arrows to the heart, which temporarily neutralize her, she fell to the ground.
"Fuck!" Caroline muttered just as she heard Hayley yell out to Rebekah. "Rebekah!"
"Go now! Get out of here!" Caroline shouted to Hayley moving toward her, knowing she needed to get her away from here, she had almost reached her when she felt a sharp pain in the back, her body jerked and she felt her body grow sluggish the familiar feeling of being hit with vervain weakening her.
"Vervain." She muttered, realizing the arrow embedded in her back was soaked in vervain.
Hayley watched as Caroline collapsed to the ground unconscious but the distraction cost her as she was hit in the shoulder with an arrow, which had seemed to be coated in something because her vision blackened right before she lost consciousness, falling to the ground.
Rebekah slowly came to after being shot in the heart with an arrow. She pulled out the arrows with a groan, sitting up to find five more bodies, all dead and bloody.
"What the hell?" she gasped for breath as she pulled herself to her feet. She looked around for Caroline and Haley.
"Caroline? Hayley? HAYLEY? CAROLI-" she cut off abruptly when she caught sight of blonde hair fanned out against the ground, an arrow embedded in her back.
"Bloody hell," Rebekah muttered. "You better not be dead because I swear to God I will not be dealing with Nik if he lost you." She knelt beside Caroline yanking the arrow from her spine.
Caroline came to with a cry of pain jerking up.
"Oh, good you're not dead." Said Rebekah.
Caroline's eyes flashed to her, eyes blackened with anger, fangs bared, veins beneath her cheeks. "Not dead but really fucking pissed."
"Good." Said Rebekah. "Use it to get up. We gotta find Hayley."
Caroline pushed to her feet, glancing briefly at the bodies surrounding them. "You?" she asked Rebekah.
"Not me." Rebekah said stepping over a body. "Let's go. Hayley could be in danger."
Davina awoke slowly on the floor of St. Ann's Catholic church having passed out from using too much of her magic attacking Klaus. She stood up.
"Tim!" She ran toward the back of the room, where Klaus and Tim were blown backward and ran out the door.
Above her on the balcony, Klaus stood as he talked on his cell phone with Rebekah.
"What do you mean, 'She's missing?'" Klaus demanded angrily.
"What do you think I mean? There's blood and bodies everywhere, someone's ripped this lot to shreds, and there's no smart-aleck pregnant girl." Rebekah's voice filtered over the line.
"Keep looking. I'm on my way." He hung up abruptly, pulling Tim up onto his feet.
"Please, don't hurt me." The boy pleaded.
"It wasn't my intent to. But, sadly, we've run out of time to play nice." He grabbed Tim and tossed him over the balcony onto the floor below. He noticed Tim's violin on the floor and smiled as he picked it up and tossed it over as well before walking away without a second look.
Tim laid on the floor, surrounded by broken glass. He was hurt, severely injured, his breathing shallow. Davina returned, finding him on the floor.
"Tim!" She rushed to kneel at his side. "Oh no, no, please!" she lifted his head onto her lap. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you!"
Tim gasped in pain, looking up at her as she ran her fingers through his hair.
"One of the tragic consequences of war." Klaus mused, walking into the church and toward Davina. "Innocent Bystanders. What terrible guilt you'll have to live with, young Timothy's blood on your hands."
Davina's eyes glistened with tears but there was no denying the anger in them. "Get away from him!"
Klaus raised his hands in mock defense. "No, no, let's not be hasty. After all, I can heal him."
Davina looked at him, frowning in confusion.
"All you have to do is ask." He crouched down to her level.
Davina looked down at Tim, and after a moment nodded her head. "Please!"
"For you, Davina, with pleasure." Klaus gave a half smirk before biting his wrist, feeding his blood to Tim.
After a moment, Tim pulled away, sighing in relief.
Klaus tilted his head toward him, locking their eyes. "You will forget everything that happened after the concert, including the fact that you saw Davina." He compelled.
Davina looked at Klaus in shock, that wasn't what she wanted. "What? No!"
"If he remembers seeing you, he might come looking. If the witches learn of him, if they know you have a weakness, then poor Tim might end up as leverage in an awful scheme to control you." He explained. "Again." He stood up, pulling Tim to his feet again. "Okay, come on, up you come." Once the boy was steady on his feet he compelled him further. "Take your violin case with you. You'll remember losing the instrument backstage after the performance. You really should be more careful." Klaus clapped him on the neck and Tim picked up his violin case, leaving with it.
"All fixed!" said Klaus once he was gone and focusing back on Davina. "And now, you owe me a favor."
Davina frowned, crying silently as she picked up Tim's smashed violin off the floor. When she looked up again, Klaus had vanished. She walked into the aisle and turned around when she heard approaching footsteps.
"Davina!" Marcel rushed to her in concern, looking around. "What happened? What are you doing here?"
"I live here, remember?" she retorted bitterly, turning away from him, walking back to her room.
Marcel watched her go confused, sighing at her retreating back.
Rebekah walked around the Bayou clinic looking for clues as to where Hayley could be.
Caroline paused beside a doctor, reaching down and checking her pulse. "Well, she's not dead." She stood back up, wiping her hands on her jeans, frowning at the used syringe. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to know what had been in there.
"What the hell are you doing in the Bayou?!"
Caroline frowned at Klaus's sudden appearance. "Well, it certainly isn't for the scenery." She responded dryly.
"You're supposed to be back at the house." He stepped closer to her. "Away from danger."
Caroline rolled her eyes. "I'm not some breakable doll so stop treating me like one. I'm done hiding away like a pathetic damsel. I can take care of myself."
"I didn't say you couldn't-"
"Then stop acting like it." She exclaimed. "Look, you don't have to like it but I'm not gonna be kept locked up any longer." She glared at him challengingly.
Klaus clenched his jaw tempted to throw her over his shoulder and whisk her away, locking her in a room until he could ensure no one would dare come after her.
"Are you two done bickering while having angry eye sex because we have more important concerns right now." Rebekah's voice cut through their heated stares.
"Rebekah's right." Caroline took a step back from him. "We need to find Hayley."
"You failed to mention Caroline was out here with you." Klaus shot Rebekah a look of accusation.
"Wow! Could you focus on something other than Caroline for five minutes! Like I don't know, say the missing pregnant girl carrying your children?!" Rebekah exclaimed. "Maybe I should have said something. Then you might have abandoned your quest for power to help out your family!"
Klaus ignored her comments about Caroline and instead calmly asked. "Who took her, Rebekah?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean, you don't know?" He frowned. "And who killed her attackers?"
"I don't know! I had an arrow in my heart and Caroline was unconscious-" Rebekah was cut off by Klaus again.
He turned to Caroline, his reaction swift and immediate. "You were hurt?"
"Look that's not what's important right now." Caroline dismissed. "We got a missing pregnant girl on our hands with psycho's who are clearly out to kill her for obvious reasons." Clearly, it had something to do with the children.
"Exactly." Said Rebekah glad she wasn't the only one who wanted to focus on finding Hayley. "If it wasn't Hayley who killed them, then–"
The sounds of wolves howling in the distance cut Rebekah off.
Klaus looked from Caroline to Rebekah raising his eyebrows.
"Lovely." Responded Rebekah as she trudged outside. "Maybe her cousins will know where she is."
"Don't know how you intend for them to talk if they're in wolf form." Caroline mused as she and Klaus followed Rebekah outside only to fall silent, speechless at the sight of Hayley stumbling toward them as they exited the building, her clothes tattered and dirty.
She looked dazed and exhausted and like she might collapse.
The three ran toward her.
"Hayley! What happened?" Klaus questioned. "Tell me what happened."
"I can't remember." Hayley told him.
"Are you alright?" Caroline frowned at her in mild concern.
"I've been better." Hayley muttered.
Klaus observed Hayley closely examining her for wounds. "You've completely healed. There's not a scratch on you." He said in quiet wonder.
"One of the perks of being a werewolf, remember?" responded Hayley.
"No, not that fast." Klaus disagreed and Caroline would have to agree. When Tyler had just been a werewolf before becoming a hybrid he'd been hurt more than once and he didn't heal as fast as Hayley clearly did.
Rebekah wrapped an arm around Hayley protectively. "Leave her alone!" she paused, thinking a moment before saying. "It's the babies. The vampire blood, Klaus' vampire blood, in your system, it can heal any wound." Rebekah led her over to sit on the steps of the Bayou clinic where Hayley sat down.
Klaus turned and stared at his sister incredulously.
"Your own children healed you." Rebekah told her.
"That's not weird at all." Caroline muttered but then the fact that Hayley was pregnant with children that were vampire and werewolf was weird to begin with. It was so Twilight.
Klaus though smiled at the thought.
"How did you escape?" Rebekah wondered. "Outnumbered, unarmed? Those men were ripped to shreds!"
"I think it was the wolf," Hayley admitted quietly.
"The one that was at the house?" Caroline's brow furrowed. "That same wolf?"
Hayley nodded. "I think it's trying to protect me."
Klaus pointed angrily to Hayley. "The witches were supposed to protect you! Your life isn't the only one at stake here." He resisted the urge to reach for Caroline who stood beside him. "When I get my hands on Sophie Deveraux–"
"It wasn't Sophie–" Rebekah started to say but was cut off by Hayley's next words.
"It was Agnes."
"Fine! Agnes, Sophie, it's all the same to me!" Klaus didn't care they were all to blame. "I'll slaughter the lot of them!"
"I'll admit I'm not a fan of the witches. Particularly Sophie but you can't kill every witch for the crime of one." Caroline protested.
"Oh, I could," Klaus swore darkly. "I really could."
"Not if Elijah gets there first." Said Rebekah.
"Elijah?" Hayley looked at her hopefully. "Did you find him?"
"He's been in touch, and he has a plan. All he asks is that we take care of you."
Hayley smiled at what Rebekah told her. "Hey, so... can we go home now? I'd really like to sleep for a few days." she stood up, and Klaus nodded with a smile.
Hayley took only a few steps before she stumbled and she would have fallen if it weren't for Klaus speeding forward, catching her before she could fall to the ground.
Klaus easily picked her up. "Oh, I've got you, love. I've got you."
Caroline watched him, speaking assurances, his arms around Hayley and felt her stomach sink with an emotion she was familiar with.
Jealousy.
It was an emotion she was used to feeling being friends with Bonnie and Elena. Bonnie the chosen friend and Elena the one who always got what she wanted.
She hated the familiar feeling of jealousy and tried to push it down, but it was harder to do when she watched Hayley being carried by Klaus.
She watched him until Klaus turned his eyes to her as if feeling her gaze on him and she quickly averted her eyes, not wanting him to see that she was bothered by his current physical closeness with Hayley.
She could feel his eyes on the side of her face as they started walking to their car but refused to meet his gaze while Hayley was in his arms.
Marcel was with his nightwalkers, including Josh and Diego not hiding the fact that he was angry with them for not doing as he had instructed. "I was crystal clear! Eyes on my girls at all times."
Diego scoffed at Marcel's anger. "What, your girl's little friend sneaks away from your party, and that's our fault?"
Marcel scowled at him not appreciating Diego's words.
"What, Marcel, are you going to send me to the Garden, too?" Diego challenged.
Marcel having enough of his attitude snapped his neck then turned around to address his other nightwalkers who stood and stared at him in surprise before dispersing awkwardly, making themselves scarce not wanting to find themselves the next one on the receiving end of his anger.
Marcel turned to Josh who hadn't left. "When he wakes up, tell him an apology would have gotten him a lot further than his attitude." He smiled an easy smile and Josh nodded, walking away.
Just seconds after Rebekah walked into the bar, the door slamming behind her.
Marcel walked toward her surprised but not all that surprising appearance considering she'd been snooping around in his French Quarter.
"Awful, what happened to the church." She said in mock empathy. "I hear they're calling it a gas leak. Such a pity."
"I heard that you were quite a woman on a mission today."
"What can I say? I want Elijah back."
"Is that all you want?" he stepped into her space, his face close to hers. "You'll get Elijah back. In the meantime, stay out of this bar, and stay away from my guys. That goes for whatever friend you brought along with you, too."
"What's wrong? You jealous?" Rebekah challenged.
"Me? I've already found my queen."
"Cami? The bartender? Stop fooling yourself, Marcel." She responded, not believing he would settle for someone so ordinary.
"She's comfort food, something to distract you from what you really want, which, after all these years, is impossible to deny, because I'm" her voice fell to a whisper as if they were sharing a tempting secret. "standing right in front of you." She looked at him before deliberately looking at his lips as if she was going to kiss him but to her surprise Marcel walked away from her, leaving her standing there alone.
Klaus watched Cami from outside of her apartment wondering just how long it would take her to notice him. In his opinion, it took her too long.
"Klaus! What are you doing here?"
"I've had quite a night." He paused. "I recall you mentioned something about nightmares and insomnia. I believe I can help. Can I come in?"
"This is super weird. Come in," she said, but still, she invited him in.
Klaus stepped inside.
"Wait, that's right, I told you what happened. I never tell anybody, but I told you." Tears filled Cami's eyes. "And you said something about Sean standing alone against his demons. When he killed those men, I thought he must be mentally ill, but" she gasped as something else occurred to her. "what if it was demons? What if a vampire compelled him?"
"And if so, would you devote yourself to finding the guilty party?" he questioned because the last thing he needed was her on some revenge kick when he needed her attention focused elsewhere. "Would you sacrifice everything to find out the truth? To what end?"
"To what end?" she repeated. "This is the entire reason why I'm in New Orleans!"
"Cami, you have a new reason for being here. I need you to grow close to Marcel and I can't have you focus on anything else." He sped toward her before she could step back. "You will forget this…until I say otherwise."
Cami eyes widened with the realization of what he was going to do. "No."
"You must forget and move on."
"No! Don't compel me to forget this!" She cried in a panic.
"And if I allow you to remember, your quest to avenge your brother will consume you."
"All you care about is yourself!" she accused crying. "You only want me to forget this so I can focus on Marcel! So I'll be a good little spy, for you!"
"I need your loyalty, yes, and though it may appear selfish to you, the scope of my plan goes far beyond myself! Power aside, I am trying to honor my brother! I'm trying to keep someone I care about safe! Someone I lo-" he broke off abruptly, his jaw clenching.
Cami froze suddenly as he placed a hand on the side of her skull, images flashing behind her eyes of the blonde she had met earlier, of her laughing, of her smiling, of her lying in her bed, birthday cards on her stand, of her talking with Klaus, images upon images of the blonde and this strong feeling of love and longing.
She gasped when the images stopped, his hand falling away.
"I care more than I'm willing to let people know because they would use it against me." he looked at her expectantly. "Haven't you ever cared about someone so deeply you would do anything to keep them safe?"
Cami bit her lip, looking at him pleadingly. "But what about my brother? My twin brother. We were bonded our whole lives, and I know, I know, he didn't just snap. And I need to know who did this, and I need to make this right!" Desperation clawed at her as he stalked closer. "NO! DON'T TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME!"
Klaus grabbed her, forcing her to look into his eyes so he could compel her. "You will do nothing. Your brother was ill. He killed those people and himself, and it was a tragedy. All you can do is move on."
He released her as tears fell from her eyes, she sunk down on her couch.
Klaus kept her gaze locked with his as he continued to compel her. "Know that your brother is at peace and that you needn't worry. And that is all that matters."
The smell of blood caused a pang of thirst in Caroline's throat as she opened the blood bag pouring it into a glass.
"How are you feeling?"
Caroline looked up and saw Klaus leaning in the kitchen doorway watching her.
"Fine." She mumbled. "What evil deeds were you up to today? Compelled any more unsuspecting women?"
Klaus pushed off the wall. "I won't have the same argument we already had today. Especially when I rather talk about what you were thinking being in the Bayou."
"I wasn't just in the Bayou. I was also in the French Quarter." She lifted the glass, taking a small sip of the blood.
Klaus expression darkened. "Have you lost your mind? It is not safe."
"I'm tired of hearing that." Caroline set her glass down, turning away to throw away the now empty blood bag.
"Well then listen for once! I'm trying to protect you."
His voice was closer than before and when she turned he was right there directly in front of her.
"I don't need you to protect me." Caroline glared.
"Right." Said Klaus. "Cause you don't want anything from me unless it's convenient for you."
"That is not true! Forgive me if I don't want to hide away like a coward. That is not who I am." She reached around him grabbing her glass to leave but he sped in front of her, blocking her.
"I've never asked you to be someone you aren't." his eyes flickered all over her face. "If you weren't exactly who you are I wouldn't care so bloody much."
"Then you shouldn't ask me to hide away here. I can't take being imprisoned like this."
"You are not imprisoned here." Klaus muttered, though after tonight he was tempted to lock her way if it meant she would stay out of harm's way.
"It may not have prison bars or cells but it's still a prison if I can't leave." She set her jaw stubbornly. "And I refuse to be anyone's prisoner, including yours."
Klaus jaw set, his fist clenching. "I don't want you to be my prisoner."
"Then don't treat me like one." She exclaimed. "Look, I know New Orleans is dangerous, and I'm taking precautions."
"Really?" he asked doubtfully raising a brow in question.
"I ask Rebekah to train me to take on older vampires."
"Why didn't you ask me?" he frowned.
"You're busy trying to dethrone Marcel and your plate is full."
"I would have made time for you." He said, relaxing a bit with the knowledge that Rebekah would be helping her learn to defend herself even if he rather do it himself.
"I know." But things were confusing between them enough as it was, she worried about the physical proximity she would have to deal with if she had asked him to train her.
She worried she would fall to temptation. The temptation of the strong attraction she still felt for Klaus, that same attraction that seemed to be steadily growing.
A silence fell over them and Caroline sipped at her drink to distract herself from the thick tension in the air she could practically feel.
"Rebekah said you had been knocked unconscious. How did they manage that? Snap your neck? Vervain? Magic?" he questioned.
Caroline moved back to the island to create some kind of distance between them, setting her glass on the counter. "No, they shot me in the back with vervain-soaked arrows."
Klaus strode forward, hating the thought, he cautiously moved behind her, his hand landing on her hip, he felt her tense beneath his hand but when she didn't pull away, he slipped his hand beneath her shirt, sliding his palm over the bare skin of her back.
Caroline gasped at the feel of his palm, she could feel the callouses on his fingers against her skin, causing her skin to heat beneath his touch.
"What- what are you doing?" She turned, making his hand fall away as she pressed back against the counter.
Klaus took in her flushed cheeks, her eyes a shade darker than he knew them to be. "I wanted to make sure you had healed."
"I'm a vampire. Of course, it healed already." She bit her lip.
Klaus said nothing, instead, his eyes drifted down to her mouth, wishing he was the one biting on it. Not hard enough to draw blood but to draw a pleasurable reaction from her.
He stepped forward, hands gripping the counter on either side of her, his body brushing against her.
And Caroline froze realizing she didn't want to push him away. No, she wanted to pull him closer than he already was.
He leaned in, stopping just a breath away from her lips.
Her lips parted in anticipation, her hands reaching out to grasp at him just as footsteps drew closer.
Caroline instinctively pushed him away creating space between them, just as Hayley appeared in the kitchen, pausing at the sight of them.
"Am I interrupting something?"
"Yes." Klaus said as she answered with a "No."
Hayley looked between them doubtfully.
Caroline grabbed up her glass of blood. "Goodnight." She quickly left the kitchen, shaking her head at herself.
Things were going to get complicated if she gave into her attraction for Klaus. She wasn't sure she was ready for that when things were so complicated already.
Davina sat in her room in the church attic, an ache in her chest from tonight's events, touching Tim's broken violin. She turned sadly toward her wind chimes, using her magic to telekinetically make them play the song Tim played for her.
But when she heard a creak on the floorboards, she turned startled, her eyes going to the casket in the room. Elijah's casket.
She stood, walking cautiously toward Elijah's coffin when she heard a voice from behind her, she turned to see Elijah had been standing behind her, his skin gray from not feeding.
"It's all right, Davina. I don't mean you any harm, though I do think it's time we had a talk." He smiled a small smile at her and Davina hesitantly returned it.
A/N: Feel free to leave a review. I love to hear from readers. What you like, won't you don't or even what you would like to see happen.