A/N: Warning for Smut.
I've edited this chapter twice. I apologize if there are still mistakes.
I don't really like this chapter all that much but I think that has more to do with the episode. It was never one of my favorites.
Still, I hope you enjoy the chapter.
Louisiana, 18th Century
Three French women are traveling by Horse and Carriage, late in the cover of night.
"Excuse me, sir, how long before we arrive at the Governer's House?" One of the women asked their driver.
The carriage carrying the three women stopped as they approach a group of men with torches and alcohol in the middle of the road, blocking their path. The men were shouting as they approached and shook the carriage, taunting the women. The women screamed until the shaking stopped suddenly replaced by the shouts of the men outside.
They look around, frightened and confused. The man inside the carriage slowly opened and looked around at the devastation of the men, bloody and scattered across the ground. He looked ahead and tried to go back inside the carriage, but he was pulled out by an invisible force, letting out a terrified scream.
Rebekah appeared in the door of the carriage with blood on her lips. "There, there little lambs, all the bad men have gone away."
"You're safe here, please forgive the disorder," she told them next speaking in French fluently.
"Us girls have got to stick together." she continued switching back to English. "Now, is there anything you want to take with you?"
The women quickly abandoned the carriage and the carnage and ran from the scene with what belongings they could.
New Orleans was abuzz with mills of people in town for the annual Casket Girls Festival in which a horse and carriage were seen with people drinking, dressed up in old costumes.
Rebekah was walking down the busy street with a smile on her face.
Camille screamed out in agony on the floor of her apartment.
Davina was working her magic, concentrating on removing the compulsion from her mind as Josh stood in the background.
"Oh god, it hurts!" Cami cried out.
Davina stooped and knelt down in front of her. "I'm sorry, Cami. It's the only way to break Klaus' compulsion."
"Believe me, I know what it's like," said Josh in sympathy. "You're okay. And hey-all these notes that you made? It's very Momento of you. Nice work."
"We've been at this all night," Cami complained, trying to catch her breath from the pain. "I don't understand what's happening to me, I don't understand any of this-"
"But you will," Davina promised. "I will unlock every stolen memory, undo every piece of mind control that any vampire has ever done to you. When I'm done, you will understand all of it, and you'll be free." she paused, considering that maybe Cami wasn't willing to endure the pain. "I can stop if you want me to."
"No, don't stop." Cami shook her head. "I want to remember everything."
Klaus laid on his stomach his head pillowed on his arms when he slowly opened his eyes and his breath caught in his throat.
Caroline was always beautiful but seeing her in the morning lying next to him, sleeping unguarded, looking entirely at peace was a sight he wanted to remember for the rest of his days.
The way her blonde hair fanned out against her pillow, the way the light streaming in the room, hit her skin making it look almost golden against the white sheet covering her otherwise naked perfection.
He raised up leaning on one forearm and reached out trailing his fingers lightly through her hair, his thumb brushing her cheek. Reverently. It was still hard to believe that he was in her bed and she wanted him there. It was everything he thought it would be and more.
She turned her face into his hand, seeking him out even in her sleeping state, his lips pulled up into a smile. Klaus leaned over her pressing a kiss to her temple, her cheek, the underside of her jar, beneath her ear, her neck, her collar bone and down until he reached the sheet covering her body. He gently tugged the fabric from her body, and kissed a path further down her body, his lips tracing the curve of her breast, he stopped, feeling her body tense and her sharp intake of breath.
He raised his eyes and watched as her eyes fluttered open, immediately seeking him out with her searching gaze and watched as she relaxed. "Is this okay?" he asked. If she wanted him to stop he would.
Caroline nodded. "Yeah," she slid a hand to his shoulder smoothing her hand across his upper back. "Just wasn't expecting to wake up to the feel of lips against my skin."
Klaus settled over her, and she widened her thighs to make room for him. "I didn't mean to startle you love but I woke to this perfect work of art, and I just had to study it?"
Caroline's lips pulled up into a smile. "With your mouth?"
He pressed his hands against her sides. "And my hands." His right hand glided up to her breast taking the perfect mound in his hand, his thumb brushing against her nipple, feeling the bud tightened beneath his touch, his left hand moved to her hip and slowly curved around her, moving to grasp her ass, his fingers spreading out and squeezing.
Caroline gasp, as his mouth covered her other breast, his hand squeezing her ass and thumb rubbing her hardened nipple. "Klaus."
She arched her hips up and felt him hard against her thigh, her core throbbed with need, remembering what it was like to have him hard and pulsing inside of her.
She needed that, needed him. Now that she had allowed herself to really cross that line with him with no regrets, it felt like it was never enough. It felt like she was always going to need him.
Klaus released her breast, a chuckle, escaping him. "Patience love," he kissed down her stomach, he pressed his mouth to her hip bone, sucking.
Caroline's chest rose and fell as her breaths came faster, she raised up on her elbows watching him with lust filled eyes as he trailed his mouth from her hips to her inner thigh and kissed up a path to the apex of her thighs. He moved the hand from her ass back around her body and traced her folds with his finger before sliding it through her arousal, feeling how wet she was from his previous ministrations.
Klaus groaned, inhaling the scent of her, he ran his tongue across his lip and moved forward pressing his mouth against her, his tongue sliding against her sensitive flesh, tasting her.
Caroline gasped sharply at the feel of his tongue sliding through her wet folds, whimpering as his hands moved to grasp her ass, lifting her hips closer, his stubble scratching pleasantly against her inner thighs.
Klaus smirked, every sound she made, like music to his ears.
Caroline all but came up off the bed, back arching, fist clenching in the sheets as his tongue swirled around her entrance, before thrusting inside her. She writhed beneath his mouth, hips bucking up into his face.
Caroline whimpered when his hands tightened on her ass and pulled her back down.
She dropped back to the bed, one of her hands traveling over her breast and squeezing. With every slide of Klaus's tongue, little cries of pleasure escape her lips.
Caroline's eyes slid shut as she lost herself in the feeling of pleasure coursing through her body and Klaus's mouth and tongue moving against her, bringing her to heights of bliss that had her seeing spots behind her closed lids.
Hayley stood in front of a mirror dressed in a white wedding gown, the fabric tight around her slightly round stomach, trying and failing to fasten the zipper in the back of her dress.
"Would you like some help?" Elijah asked from behind her standing in the open doorway.
Hayley smiled at him. "You might need to use all your vampire strength."
Elijah moved to stand behind her. "Allow me." he took the zipper between his fingers zipping it up for her, he moved on to the buttons, fastening them for her.
"Thanks," Hayley said appreciatively, staring at him through their shared reflection of the mirror. "Not too many pregnant Casket Girls, I guess."
"I think you look lovely." Elijah complimented. "Only I would…" he gently touched her birthmark on the back of her shoulder, left uncovered by the dress.
Hayley reached back covering the mark with her hand. "I know, keep the freaky werewolf birthmark covered."
"Well, I don't suspect any of the riff-raff here would dare lay a hand on you, knowing you're under the protection of my family. Still, you shouldn't take any chances." Elijah cautioned with a look of concern.
Hayley looked at herself in the mirror, frowning at the sight of her stomach and sighed. "All knocked up and nowhere to go."
"You know... if you wanted to attend the festivities tonight, I would be more than willing to take you." Elijah offered kindly.
"Hmm... you and Klaus are barely on speaking terms," Hayley commented. "Let's not rock the boat, okay?"
"Of course," Elijah responded, hiding his disappointment.
"Elijah, do you mind?" Hayley motioned to her zipper and Elijah, stepped forward again unbuttoning and unzipping her dress.
Elijah hesitated before forcing a smile and leaving. Hayley turned around frowning, the moments between her and Elijah were hard to ignore when she wanted more from him. She glanced down at her stomach, wondering if she wasn't carrying Klaus's twins if Elijah would even still be interested.
A part of her couldn't help but think he was drawn to her because of the aspect of family. Nothing seemed more important to him than his family.
Caroline's mouth fell open on a moan, her hips rising off the bed to meet Klaus for every thrust as he hovered above her his hands and mouth seemed to be everywhere at once.
One minute his hands gripped her thighs, digging into her skin, as she clenched around him and the next his hands were focused on her breast, cupping them, brushing his thumb against the hardened buds as he ground his hips against hers, buried as deep as he could possibly go in her welcoming heat. His eyes locked on hers, watching the way her eyes widened with every deep thrust, the way her lips parted, the whimpers that were music to his ears, the desperation he could see growing in her eyes for a release.
"Fuck, you're beautiful." Klaus had always thought so from the first moment he ever laid eyes on Caroline but the sight of her writhing beneath him, body shaking with pleasure he had never seen anything more breathtaking.
Caroline reached for him, her hand curling around the back of his neck tugging him down to her and claiming his lips for her own, gasping into his mouth as he reached apart inside of her that had her pleasure soaring, and her toes curlings.
She ripped her mouth from his, her lips brushed against his mouth as she panted desperately. "Right there. Klaus."
He pulled his hips back, and she whimpered. "Please, please, please."
Klaus surged forward, planting his hands into the mattress, on either side of her head, his arms caging her in.
"Yes!" Caroline cried out as he hit that spot inside of her again and again. "Yes, yes!"
Klaus groaned as she tightened around him so tightly she felt like a steel vice gripping his cock.
The sound of her moaning his name as she came, the only thing he could hear as his own pleasure took hold of him, his cock pulsing as he came, her walls squeezing him.
He dropped his head into the crook of her neck, groaning her name. "Caroline."
Caroline's chest rose and fell, she moved her hands over his back, taking comfort in the feel of his breath against her neck.
It didn't even concern her that he could bite her in the heat of the moment. She trusted him not to. She believed that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her even if she could easily bite him and cure herself.
"How does every time we have sex it feels better than the time before?" Caroline wondered, her hand stroking through his hair, combing through his curls.
Klaus pulled away from her neck, hovering over her as he brushed strands of her hair away from her face, his knuckles brushing against her cheek. "We're learning what the other likes and what they don't. Our bodies are becoming accustomed to one another," he grinned. "It helps that you're gorgeous and the sexual chemistry isn't lacking."
"Plus you have a thousand years experience under your belt." Caroline's smiled teasingly. "I guess older men really do know what they're doing."
Klaus laughed freely. "I could teach you some things," his thumb brushed against her pulse point.
Caroline bit her lip. "I am a quick study." Her eyes flickered to his mouth.
Klaus leaned down slowly, his lips had barely grazed hers when a knock sounded against Caroline's bedroom door.
Klaus groaned pulling back, to glare over his shoulder at her closed door. "Go away."
The person, one of the vampires stationed at the compound, however, didn't move away. "We've got a problem. It's the young witch."
Caroline brow furrowed in concern and she pushed at Klaus's shoulder.
Klaus groaned as he slipped out of her and rose from the bed, reaching for his pants.
Caroline followed quickly, grabbing her discarded skirt and promptly pulled on Klaus's discarded shirt.
Klaus was in the process of fastening his pants back when Caroline pulled the door open, her hair wild and disheveled from their morning activities.
"What's wrong with Davina?" Caroline asked a dirty blonde haired male vampire standing on the other side of her door.
"She's gone." the vampire answered.
Klaus moved forward to stand directly next to Caroline, his face set into a scowl. "What do you mean she's gone!?"
The vampire shifted on his feet, swallowing nervously, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else but there. "Exactly what I said, no one can find her."
Caroline's brow furrowed in concern while Klaus lips twisted in frustration.
Troublesome witches. Always one headache after another. He really hated every single one of them.
Rebekah walked into a boutique store on the French Quarter's Main street and started searching through racks of dresses. "Dull, dreary, hideous-"
"Talking about the clothes, or something else?" Marcel appeared behind her.
"Why? Feeling insecure?" Rebekah challenged. "This festival might as well be in my honor. I need a proper costume, so bugger off."
"Bekah-" Marcel reached his hand out to her, his fingers just grazing her arm.
"Don't." Rebekah shook his arm off, glaring. "You made your choice. You and Klaus are best friends again, you've relinquished your right to touch me."
Marcel's phone started to ring before he could even respond.
"I wonder who that could be," Rebekah said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Klaus walked up and down the courtyard his phone pressed to his ear, freshly dressed. He left Caroline to let her shower while he dealt with their current problem.
"What's up?" Marcel's voice came over the line.
"A bit of an issue. It seems our little bird has flown the coop." Klaus informed him.
Davina worked her magic on Camille, and she screamed out in pain.
Davina dropped to her knees in front of Camille. "You should start to feel, like, a weight lifting."
"And your cheat sheets are about to make a lot more sense," Josh said looking at her notes, he dropped her files onto the floor however the sunlight streaming into the room through the window, burning his hand, he jerked his hand back, wincing.
"I promise, as soon as the world stops hunting me, I will find the daylight ring spell," Davina promised.
"I know, just... don't worry about that right now," Josh told her, other more important matters needed to be Davina's sole focused than his sunlight problem.
Camille slowly picked up a photo with sticky notes. "I remember why I wrote this. I found a picture of Klaus and Marcel from 1919. Klaus compelled me to go out with Marcel, to spy on him." she said in surprise wonder. "That's what he said yesterday before he told me to forget. I'm remembering."
"Let's take you back more." Said Davina focusing back on Camille.
Camille nodded, and Davina placed her hands on Camille's temples and started to work more of her magic on her, and the more she did, the more Camille started to remember.
Camille got flashes of when Klaus compelled her to leave. She started to remember every time he used compulsion on her however it wasn't without a cost, her nose started to bleed.
Davina knelt in front of her, observing her carefully.
"You don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to know the obvious. Our secret weapon has escaped." Klaus stated.
Everyone was gathered in one of the many rooms of the compound.
"She's not a weapon," Caroline interjected. "She's a teenage girl with more enemies than someone her age should have, and she thinks she has no one to turn to."
"She wouldn't just leave, she knows the witches want her back," Marcel argued.
"And you think she's going to stay with someone who wants to use her, of course not," Caroline said. "She doesn't feel safe here."
"I would never let anyone hurt her," Marcel said offended.
"You can hurt someone more than just physically." Caroline waved her hand at Klaus. "You handed her over to someone she doesn't trust. Someone she hates. She obviously feels betrayed by you, and if you think she wasn't hurt by that, you have not been paying close enough attention to how she feels."
"It wasn't like that." Marcel insisted. "I never meant for it to come across as a betrayal."
"Whether you meant to or not it's probably how Davina sees it. If I were in her shoes, I would see it the same way, and I wouldn't stick around for someone like that."
Footsteps echoes and they turned to see Elijah rounding the corner. "Her violin is missing. Caroline might be right. She may have left of her own volition."
"What did you say to her in the attic?" Marcel glared at Elijah, advancing on him. "She lied to my face so she could stay up there, thinking that you'd help her control her magic. How do we know you didn't take her?"
"I have no idea where Davina is, or why she ran away. Can I suggest you take a step back?" Elijah said, more than willing to make Marcel take a step back.
Marcel eyed him for a moment before turning away.
"I can assure you I have absolutely no desire to see that child come into harm's way," Elijah said in an attempt to assure Marcel Davina had nothing to fear from him. "She's suffered enough with this Harvest ritual nonsense."
"That child, to whom you refer to so affectionately, is the most powerful witch in New Orleans. If she's fled, what's to stop her from destroying us?" Klaus challenged. "In fact, destroying all we've worked for? No, if she's not a friend to this family, then she is our enemy."
Caroline rolled her eyes. "Klaus she is just a girl, a kid and she might be powerful, but she does not deserve to die just because you perceive her as a possible threat."
"She is a friend, Klaus," Marcel stressed.
"Well, let's hope so. Lucky for you, I know how to get her back. Follow my lead." Klaus started walking away, Caroline frowned after him, dreading what he might be planning.
Marcel moved to follow him when Elijah stopped him.
"You know how Niklaus operates," said Elijah. "If he perceives a threat, he can become quite ruthless. This would not bode well for Davina."
"I'm not going to let anybody lay a finger on her," Marcel said strongly.
"Nor will I," Elijah responded sharing a look with Marcel.
The two rarely agreed but this was one of the rare times that they did.
Hayley and Rebekah were ruffling around chests, looking at old white dress costumes.
"So the witch is missing, huh?" Hayley questioned.
"Walked right out of the front door, apparently," Rebekah answered, glancing at her. "Know anything about it?"
"No, although I did tell her that the witch Elders were dead," Hayley responded honestly.
"Well, why would she care, when the witches tried to kill her in their ritual?" Rebekah questioned.
"I think it was more that Marcel didn't tell her that the one thing preventing her from being free had been eliminated," Hayley answered, remembering Davina shock when she told her Agnes was dead.
"So you are the reason she's run off," Rebekah stated, eyes narrowing.
"Hey, I was just telling her the truth," Hayley responded defensively. "She's the one who realized they were just using her to keep their control over the witches."
"Yeah well, I've never been a fan of the boys club," Rebekah responded as they watched Marcel and Klaus on the balcony muttering quietly. "Just wait, Elijah will join them, and the three of them will be impossible."
"Used by the witches, lied to by Marcel, manipulated by Elijah, threatened by Klaus," Rebekah commented. "Just like a modern-day Casket Girl."
"Are you talking about Davina or yourself?" Hayley asked her.
"Does it matter?" Rebekah responded. "Either way, us girls have got to stick together."
"Where was that attitude when you used me for a hostage to betray your brother?"
Rebekah turned to see Caroline standing behind them. "Are you talking to me now?"
"Not really, no," Caroline responded. "But today I'm gonna make an exception. We need to help Davina."
"I thought you would be on Klaus's side now that you're sleeping together." Hayley lips twisted into a smirk.
"You're what?" Rebekah asked in surprise. "Here I thought you were never going to admit you wanted my brother."
"This isn't about my relationship with Klaus. This is about keeping Davina safe and showing her she is not alone. She doesn't have to go through all of this on her own."
Hayley and Rebekah glanced at one another before looking back at Caroline.
Sabine walked into Rousseau's to find Sophie making out with an unknown man on a table.
Sabine forced a cough in an attempt to get their attention. "Sorry to interrupt."
Sophie looked back at the man and patted his shoulder in dismissal, and he turned and leaves.
"I've been calling you for like an hour," Sabine said, her patience wearing thin with Sophie's behavior.
"I thought you'd have taken the hint," Sophie responded dryly.
"You've been acting like this since Agnes was killed." Sabine accused.
"Yeah, can you blame me? It's not like I have a lot to keep me going these days." Sophie didn't care about anything anymore, every moral line she crossed was for nothing, and she had crossed more lines than anyone knew.
"Well, while you've been drowning your sorrows by nailing everything that walks, I've been doing my tours, keeping my head down and my ears open. Marcel's daywalkers are scouring the whole town looking for a girl – brown hair, blue eyes, sound familiar?" Sabine shot her a pointed look.
Sophie's eyes widened, her eyes starting to shine with something akin to hope. "If Davina is not with Marcel, he won't know if we're practicing magic.. And if we can actually get her back, we can fix everything."
"Sun goes down, vampire search parties quadruple." Sabine held a hairbrush. "I got this from her family's old house. Feel like a locator spell?"
Davina poured water into a glass and set it on the kitchen table in front of Camille with Josh standing behind them. "Keep drinking," Davina instructed. "You need the vervain in your system so you can't be compelled again."
"Hey Cami, you don't have any like... human blood in your fridge, do you?" Josh questioned, he was hungry and could really use some blood at this point.
Davina exhaled loudly. "For crying out loud, here." she held her arm up in front of him in an offering of her blood.
Josh hesitated not really liking the idea of feeding on his friend but he needed to feed, after a moment he took hold of her wrist however Davina went still, her eyes getting a faraway look, visions flashing through her mind.
Camille stood up approaching her, concerned. "Davina?"
Davina snapped out of it, coming back to herself. "Someone's practicing magic. They're trying to find me."
"Then we have to run," said Cami and quickly left the room but she returned a few moments later with some of her belongings beneath her arm, she shoved them into a bag.
"There is no way to sneak me out of the Quarter." Davina protested. "By now, everyone's looking for me – the witches, Marcel, Klaus."
"My uncle will know what to do." Cami insisted,
Davina frowned at her. "Cami-"
"I mean, he has to know some of what's going on in this town, right?" asked Cami.
"Cami stop," Davina told her.
"Unless he's been compelled." Cami continued, not really listening to what Davina was trying to tell her.
"He knows," Davina interjected.
Cami eyes shot to her in surprise and confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"He knows. He works with Marcel." Davina informed her. "They're practically friends, I hear them talk. He knows everything."
Camille looked at her in shock, and she looked at Josh who returned from the other room. "No. He would've told me if he knew the witches put a hex on my brother."
Davina said nothing and looked to Josh who remained just as silent.
"He knows?" Cami did not want to believe it, but their silence was answer enough.
"Cami-"
"Oh, my god." Cami cut Davina off as it really started to dawn on her. "He knows." she sat down, stumped and Davina walked over to her.
"Hey, you guys seriously need to go, like now," Josh interjected. "Plane, train, automobile, whatever. Take my car, it's parked down at the docks. I'll text you the where."
"Put your number in Cami's phone," Davina told him. "Most of the Quarter is shut down right now, we'll have to walk. And the sun is taking forever to go down."
"Hey, no tears," Josh said when he saw Davina looking at him with wet eyes.
Davina only hugged him in response. "Promise you'll meet us as soon as it gets dark out?"
"Yeah, don't worry about me," Josh told her. "Just don't let them find you."
Davina smiled and nodded. She couldn't make any promises, but she would do her best.
Hayley walked through the courtyard with two of Klaus' guards following behind her she turned to face them with a look of annoyance. "I know Klaus told you to follow me, but does that really mean you have to follow me to the bathroom?"
The two guards cross their arms over their chests as the sound of Hayley's phone ringing cut through the air. Hayley lifted her phone and saw Sophie's name flashing across the screen.
"Give me two minutes, it's my gynecologist." She muttered to the guards. She walked into the parking garage, shutting the door behind her, wanting to take the call in private.
"What the hell do you want?" Hayley answered.
"I know you don't trust me, but we are in this together. You need to listen." Sophie spoke into her phone, she was at the cemetery. "Everything is about to change. Davina's on the loose."
"Figured that out on your own, huh? Remind me again why I should give a damn?" Hayley responded.
"Because I can sell you down the creek for what we did and you won't be able to run away fast enough before Klaus has you in his grasp for your betrayal." Sophie threatened.
Hayley scowled. "I'm listening."
"I need something from you so that the witches can complete the Harvest," Sophie informed her.
"On what planet would I help you witches get more power?" Hayley questioned. "All you've done is use me. You talked me into this insane plan, and there is no way out of it for me. If the truth were ever revealed, I would be lucky if death is my only punishment."
"You'll help me because if we don't complete the Harvest, our access to magic will fade for good, which doesn't bode well for your family," Sophie told her, knowing Hayley would do anything, anything for her family.
"What do you know about my family?" Hayley demanded. "You promised if I helped you, you would help me."
"Then consider this me beginning to hold up my end of the deal," Sophie replied. "You're from the Crescent Wolf bloodline. Marcel forced a witch to curse them so they'd be trapped in wolf form."
"And I should keep listening to you because...?" Hayley questioned. "And don't say because you'll tell Klaus the truth. I won't be the only one who ends up at his mercy if what we've done ever got out."
"Because my bloodline executed that curse. Help me complete the Harvest, and I'll undo the curse for you." Sophie told her. "I would have held up my end of our deal completely."
"But what can I do?" Hayley questioned, willing to do whatever it took to get Sophie to lift the curse on her family.
"I need to consecrate the remains of a powerful witch so I can absorb their magic. I know of one whose body was never found. Her name is Celeste DuBois." Sophie informed her. "I believe you and she have a friend in common?"
Hayley's eyes widened slightly. "Elijah."
"Story goes that when she died, he buried her in a secret spot at her request. All you have to do is find out where." Sophie told her.
Hayley quickly ended the called and sighed.
The Festival was in full swing, marching bands and people partying in dressed up costumes to celebrate.
Davina was disguised with a mask over her face, and Camille walked hurriedly down the sidewalk in the center of the French Quarter's Main street.
"There's people everywhere," Davina commented worriedly.
"Just keep walking, no one knows it's you." Cami insisted, not slowing her steps down the crowded street.
"Cami-" Davina said warningly they both came to a stop. Klaus was up ahead of them with Caroline, both of them clearly searching around.
"We have to get off this street," said Camille and rushed Davina down a side street.
Marcel and Elijah were in the middle of the street talking quietly.
"Kieran is gonna call me first if he hears anything," Marcel told Elijah.
"How are we going to find Davina in this crowd?" Caroline questioned. "She could be anywhere. Hey, there's Marcel and Elijah."
Klaus pulled her along with him over to the two. "Ah, you two look rather cozy."
"Hardly, I was just telling Elijah how we're wasting time," Marcel responded.
"You don't like festivals?" Klaus questioned.
"I don't see why not?" Rebekah appeared. "Who doesn't love a street fair?"
"Sister, come to help us find our stray?" Klaus asked.
"We can't let your secret weapon get in the wrong hands, can we?" Rebekah replied bitingly.
"Can we stop calling her a weapon," Caroline interjected. "She's just a girl."
"Finally someone else who realizes she's just a kid," Marcel exclaimed, nodding at Caroline approvingly.
Caroline frowned catching sight of Father Kieran coming out of a rundown looking building, she cast a look at Klaus and the others who were all distracted by their urgency to find Davina. Caroline only took a moment to consider her actions before flashing away and following after Keiran.
"For the record, we're moments away from retrieving her," Klaus told Elijah and Marcel.
"I recognize that tone of voice, Niklaus," Elijah said, in full disapproval. "Clearly you have some diabolical machination. What is it?"
Klaus smirked before he walked closer to a figure ahead.
"Timothy…" Klaus put his hand on the boy's shoulder, locking his eyes with him. "Might I have a word?" he compelled so the boy could not say no.
Josh paced the length of Cami's apartment, his cell pressed to his ear. "Cami! It's me. Again. Stalking you. Look, just really need to know where you guys are so I can meet you before the sun comes up. Again."
His phone beeped, another call coming in and he pulled away from his ear and looked at who was trying to call him. The number was unknown one with a frown, he answered it. "Uh, hello?"
"Joshua, my most disappointing minion." Josh tensed as the sound of Klaus's voice filtered over the line. "I suspected you wouldn't answer the call were it from me."
"Klaus. Hey." Josh cringed as his voice rose an octave. "What up? Guess what, I just moved to Turkey. Weirdly, they don't eat turkey here. Go figure."
"You're lying." Klaus accused. "In fact, Marcel and I were just chatting about your failed double agent status, and we've surmised that you're likely still in town and in the company of a friend – a young, angry witch."
"Nope. Nope. No witches here. Totally digging Turkey, though." Josh said keeping up his lie though it sounded ridiculous even to him.
"Are you really going to leave Davina's fiddler soul mate, Timothy, alone with me?" Klaus questioned. "Oh, Josh. What would she think of that? I assure you I just wanna talk to her. Tim and I will be at the compound. I really do hope she comes home soon."
Josh pulled his phone away when he heard the tale tell click of Klaus ending the call before he could even respond.
What was he supposed to do now?
Davina and Cami walked into St. Anne's Church.
"We should keep moving," Davina said worriedly. "How long do we have to wait?"
"Give it a few minutes, then I'll check to see if the coast is clear." Cami's phone vibrated in her pocket, and she quickly answered it after seeing it was Josh calling her and that she had a few missed calls from him. "Josh, sorry I missed your calls." she paused, looking up at Davina. "What?"
"Look, I didn't want to tell you, but I know Klaus." Josh voice filtered over the line. "If Davina doesn't show up, he'll kill Tim."
"We'll think of something," said Cami. "Make your way to the Quarter. Stay hidden. We'll text you when we have a plan."
Cami ended the call and put her phone away.
"I have to go," said Davina determinedly.
"Davina, wait." Cami protested.
"I can't let Tim die." Davina insisted, she moved to leave but faltered, seeing flashes of magic.
"What's wrong?" Cami asked her concerned.
"The Witches," Davina responded, and a moment later the latches on the church doors clanked the doors opening loudly.
A group of witches walked into the church, chanting. "Gadyen nan balans. Gadyen nan la foi. Se pou nou fe sa yo dwe fe."
"NO!" Davina screamed, and the ground beneath her feet started to shake, the churches, foundation trembling.
The witches were lifted off the ground as Davina levitated them, Sabine among them and with the force of her magic, she snapped their necks. The witches bodies came crashing down to the ground, dead.
Davina moved quickly to Cami who had fallen unconscious. "Cami." Davina crouched next to her on the floor, but Cami doesn't respond. Doesn't budge.
Caroline followed Kieran until he stopped suddenly. "Why are you following me?"
"There are some things I want to talk about."
Kieran turned to her slowly. "And what might that be, Caroline?"
Caroline looked around at the bustling streets. "I rather discuss this privately."
"Follow me." Kieran led her to an alley off a side street before turning to face her. "What could you possibly want to talk about?"
"Klaus asked you to help some wolves, his pack. I want to know what you're doing to accomplish that?" Caroline questioned.
Kieran looked at her in surprise. "How do you know about that?"
"How do you think?" Caroline arched a brow at him. "Klaus told me himself."
"He trusts you that much?" Kieran questioned. "Who are you to him exactly?"
"Someone who cares about him," Caroline responded. "So are you going to tell me what I want to know or not?"
"Why do you care about wolves? Just because you care about Klaus does not mean you have to care about his wolves," Kieran stated. "Vampires hates wolves. So why?"
"I'm not from here, I don't put stock in the BS that every vampire and every werewolf have to be enemies." Caroline scoffed. "I want to help. You don't know me but its kind of what I do. I help people."
"And you want to help me with the wolves?" Kieran asked.
"I do," Caroline answered. "I know a vampire wanting to help wolves sounds.. unbelievable but I am not most people."
"I guess I'll find that out in time. C'mon. Let's go see them." Kieran walked out of the alley, and Caroline followed shooting a text to Klaus not wanting him to concern himself with where she got off to. She felt a pang of guilt for not helping find Davina when she said she would, however, this was important. She consoled herself with the fact that there were plenty of people out there looking for Davina, particularly Marcel who seemed like he would never let any real harm come to the young witch.
Hayley walked into the plantation home they had previously been staying in before Klaus had taken over the Quarter. Two bodyguards closely followed her every step.
Hayley whirled around on them, barely refraining from biting their heads off in annoyance. "I'm just grabbing some clothes. Give me two minutes, please?"
The two vampires reluctantly waited outside the home.
Hayley quickly moved into the study and moved to a trunk that she knew held Elijah's journal. She retrieved it and scanned over the pages in search of anything about Celeste, reading over several passages.
Celeste entrances me... She is perfection... She is dead. Even as the sun rises, I see only night. But for the promise I made to her, that in death, I would bury her far from the mayhem of witches, vampires, and men...
"I am so sorry, Elijah." Hayley murmured feeling guilt for what she was about to do.
Davina hurried through the festival streets of the Quarter, her body went rigid when a figure appeared directly in front of her.
"Hey, it's just me," Josh said, reassuring he was not a threat. "Don't, like, melt me."
"What are you doing?" Davina demanded. "You're supposed to be hidden."
"Yeah. So are you, remember, but you're kind of working that whole "girl on a mission" look that makes me nervous." Josh admitted worriedly. "Are you sure that you really want to mess with, like, the baddest dude in all of history?"
"He messed with me when he took Tim." Davina declared angrily. "I'll kill him, all of them."
Josh shook his head. "Davina, Originals can't be killed."
"Maybe they can." Davina countered. "I have so much power, I've never felt anything like it before. It's growing, gathering inside me. I'm strong, Josh."
Josh thought about how his life was linked to Klaus's life because he was from his sire line. "If you kill them, then-"
"What?" asked Davina when Josh trailed off.
"If you're gonna do it, don't hold back," Josh told her, deciding not to tell her about what happens to an original's sire line when they died. "You hit them with all you got."
Davina nodded, feeling strength from Josh's word.
Josh watched her go, he moved to take a step but was startled when Rebekah appeared suddenly in front of him.
"That was very sweet, not telling Davina that if she kills Klaus, you die, too, very noble," Rebekah commented. "Problem is, she goes after my brother, she'll be the one who ends up dead. A very unnecessary end to an already tragic story. Perhaps you'd like to help me help her."
Josh looked around then back at her. If he could help Davina, then that's what he wanted to do.
Caroline looked up at an old rundown building just on the outskirts of the French Quarter as Kieran walked up the steps and knocked on the door.
"Someone actually lives here?" Caroline questioned, following up the steps.
"It seemed like a good place, this area is abandoned for the most part." Father Kieran informed her. "Neither the witches or the vampires come around here."
"Wait this is where you're keeping the wolves coming in from everywhere?" Caroline questioned however before he could respond the door swung open revealing a man, in his mid-twenties, dark hair, a sunkissed complexion, he wore a ring on a chain that hung from his neck.
"Father Kieran," The man greeted.
"Zachary, may I come in, I have some things I want to discuss, and there's someone I want you to meet." Kieran indicated to Caroline.
Zachary's eyes slid to Caroline, his eyes narrowing. "She's a vampire."
"But not your enemy," Caroline interjected. "I'm a close friend of Klaus." Okay, she and Klaus were more than that, but she didn't want to have to explain her relationship to a stranger.
Zachary eyed her for a moment, his eyes returning to Father Kieran before he opened the door wider, letting them inside.
Caroline followed the father further into the rundown home, casting her eyes around, parts of the plaster on the wall was crumbling and littering to the floor, holes in the wall and cracks in the tiled floor.
The staircase looked weak. The banister leaning to the side and it honestly smelled terrible like mildew or something.
There were cobwebs on the walls dust on the surfaces. Who in their right mind would live in a place like this? Dire circumstances indeed.
"This used to be a halfway house a couple years ago but was shut down. It's just been sitting abandoned ever since," said Father Kieran. "I know its not the best place. Far from it but it keeps them safe from the vampires."
"I get that however that doesn't mean you can't have the place renovated or something." Caroline looked around again. Maybe that was something she could help with.
"My immediate concern is making sure they have somewhere to go," Kieran responded.
"Does Klaus have any intention of coming to see us himself?" Zachery injected leading them into a library, it had a worn down couch with tears in the fabric. Broken book shelves and a desk that was pushed up against a cracked glass window.
The fact that the couch was all but sunken in and broken didn't stop Zachary from taking a seat on it, and Caroline grimaced, wondering if it were infested with bedbugs or mice, she wouldn't put it past the place if it did. But ugh, this place needed new everything.
"Well, he's been occupied as of late." Caroline opted not to take a seat and remained standing.
Father Kieran moved to the desk to lean against it. "Where are the others?"
"Scrounging for food, something to keep us fed, a few are out in the woods hunting. We don't exactly have the means to fill the place with real food." Zachary answered.
Caroline frowned. "You have no food?" she looked to Father Kieran. "Surely something can be done about that at least. Like a food drive?" Caroline tilted her head. Maybe she could raid the pantry back at the compound, they keep enough food to feed a small army, she could bring most of that here. Or she could go to a grocery store compel someone to bring a boatload of food here.
Hmm, that could work.
"I'll look into getting the word out for one." Kieran responded.
"I'm sorry, but you're a vampire why do you care about what happens to wolves?" Zachary interjected.
"Like I told Kieran I don't believe in the nonsense that vampires and wolves need to be enemies. And I don't think you do either. You wouldn't have come looking for Klaus, he's both vampire and werewolf; however, I don't see you holding that against him." Caroline responded, crossing her arms. "Look, you don't have to like me because I'm a vampire that's your choice. I can't change that, but that's not going to stop me from helping you. You're Klaus's pack, his family. If you need help, then I want to make sure you get it."
Zachary stood up slowly, coming to a stop in front of her and Caroline stood straighter, observing him. He eyed her quietly for a moment before finally saying. "I didn't catch your name before?"
"Caroline." she dropped her arms, sensing he wasn't a threat by the smile he was giving her. "Caroline Forbes."
"Zachary Collins," he extended his hand. "Though my friends call me, Zach."
"Zach," Caroline repeated, lips pulling into a smile at his subtle acceptance. "How can I help?"
"Where's Rebekah gotten off to?" Klaus questioned, they had returned to the compound but there was still no sign of Rebekah or Caroline. "Where's Caroline?"
"It's not Rebekah or Caroline that I'm concerned about, and how can you be so certain that Davina will come?" Elijah questioned.
"One might think you've forgotten what it's like to be in the grip of an all-consuming infatuation," Klaus responded. "She'll come."
He looked up and Elijah seeing the boy Tim on a beam above them high enough that if he fell it could be fatal or life-altering at least.
"Are the maudlin theatrics absolutely necessary, Niklaus?" Elijah questioned, his disapproval evident.
"Ha! It's a fair point, Timothy, play something a little more upbeat, please." Klaus requested. "That's a good lad," he stated. "Took you long enough to spread the word."
"Have you met his nightwalkers?" Elijah asked. "Not the brightest assortment."
"All that matters is, I got it covered." Marcel glared at Elijah, not appreciating the way Elijah talk of his guys. "When Davina gets here, you two need to let me do the talking."
"Well, I'm sure you'll have your chance." Klaus smiled as Davina walked into the courtyard. "Hello, love. Silence is golden, Timothy." The music stopped. "Thank you."
"Davina?" Tim questioned, looking down at her from his perch with a look of fear.
"You got me here. Now let him down." Davina demanded, glaring.
"Well, first, we have to have a little chat about you returning to the fold," Klaus smirked.
"What did I say, Klaus? I got this," said Marcel, he looked to Davina. "D, what happened? Why'd you run? Talk to me. Hey, I can make it right."
"How, by threatening my friend?" asked Davina betrayed.
"Actually, that was my idea," Klaus interjected. "Apologies. I've been known to go too far to make a point, but I do always get results."
"You pretend to be so confident, but I know the truth." Davina stepped forward. "You're afraid everyone can see what you really are- an animal." she raised her hand, and Klaus stumbled in agony as she used her magic to inflict pain on him. "A beast. Why don't you show us your real face?" Davina continued, forcing his fangs to drop, his eyes glowing amber. "That's enough of you." she incapacitated him.
"Davina, you don't have to do this," Elijah told her cautiously.
"You-" Davina whirled around on him. "You looked me in the eyes and lied to my face, pretended you wanted to help me. "
"Listen to me." Elijah insisted, needing her to hear him out.
Davina ignored him as if he hadn't spoken. "You call yourself the noble one, but you're a killer just like your brother. For 1,000 years, you've fed on innocent blood. Why don't you choke on it?" Elijah started to choke, collapsing to his knees finally Davina turned back to Marcel. "And you- I trusted you. I loved you, but you were just using me to stay in power. You don't care about me."
"You're wrong." Marcel protested immediately.
"When you lost to Klaus, you handed me over like some trophy." Davina jaw clenched in anger. "Maybe I should boil you in bronze."
"I care." Marcel took a step toward her. "I took you in like you were my own blood."
Davina glared at him just as he let out a choked sound, a blade sticking out from his chest where he was stabbed from the back, he fell to the floor.
"Come on now, love. Don't tell me you were falling for that." Rebekah stood just behind where Marcel was laying at her feet. "Isn't it time for us girls to have a chat? Now, that is impressive, and well-deserved, in my opinion. Now, before you turn on me, I have a surprise for you."
Josh walked into the courtyard, surprising Davina.
"Josh, what are you doing?" Davina demanded worriedly. "Get out of here."
Rebekah, however, grabbed him by the throat.
"What are you doing?" Josh choked out around her tight grip on his vocal cords.
"Now, if I were Klaus, I would rip Josh's head from his neck, feed it to a nightwalker, and that would be the end of your friend But hurting people is such a boyish thing to do, like how Klaus compelled your fiddler on the roof, and, while I am many things, I'm certainly not my brother." She released her grip on Josh's throat. "It's ok, Timothy. You can come down. No one is gonna hurt you."
"He told me I couldn't climb down off this beam." Tim protested, the fear apparent in his voice.
"Then don't climb, silly." Rebekah walking over to him, till she stood just beneath the beam. "Am I the only smart one in the room? Jump."
Tim hesitated a few seconds before he jumped down and Rebekah caught him quickly, setting him back on his feet, Davina relaxed slightly now that neither Josh or Tim seemed to be in any immediate danger.
Tim approached Davina. "Davina, how did you do all that? How did I even get here?"
"I'll explain everything, I promise," Davina assured him before she looked to Rebekah, confused. "Why are you doing this?"
"Seems to me that you're the one holding all the cards, but you don't know who to trust. I've just proven that you can trust me." Rebekah told her. "Now I'd like to show you one more thing. Won't take long. You can bring your friends." She motioned for Davina to follow her, leading her out of the Courtyard.
Sophie moved through the woods, her phone pressed to her ear as she spoke with Hayley..
"Look, Sophie, I told you everything that I found." Hayley told her.
"You said he buried her between two lovely oak saplings. News flash- that was 200 years ago. They're all just trees now." Sophie said exasperatedly. Did she really need to explain this?
"You want to be the all-powerful witch, keep looking. Say a prayer. Have a little faith. You can do this." Hayley encouraged, hoping that Sophie actually could. Everything they did had to be done for something.
Sophie ended the call. Hayley's words of encouragement while appreciated, she doubted it would be so simple. "Ok. Soeurs et freres, mwen rele sou nou. Mennen me sa me chache." Sophie chanted into the wind. "Please, please help me. I'm trying to do the right thing."
Rebekah led Davina, Tim, and Josh down into Marcel's vampire Garden.
"Oh, don't worry," Josh told Tim when the boy's eyes had widened in horror at the vampires buried in the walls. "They're not really dead, just really hungry... and I'm not helping."
"You think my brother Nik is awful?" Rebekah asked Davina, turning to face her. "Marcel learned from the best. This is how he treats his so-called friends who betray him. Most of what these poor souls did is no worse than what Josh did." she motioned a hand to Thierry where he was boarded into the wall. "Take Thierry, for example. He was Marcel's most trusted friend. Klaus tricked him into breaking one of Marcel's rules. Marcel knows this, and yet he keeps Thierry locked in here day after day, suffering."
"This is insane," said Tim, looking around with wide eyes, keeping close to Davina.
"Why are you telling me this?" Davina asked suspiciously.
"Because you need to know who you're dealing with, who you can trust," Rebekah answered.
"Hey, hey, it's gonna be ok. I mean, you're gonna be alright." Tim told Davina reassuringly. "Here. Drink something." he handed her a bottle of water and Davina took a drink from it, sending him a look of thanks.
"Davina, both you and I have been lied to and taken advantage of by Marcel and Klaus. Maybe together, we can get a little payback." Rebekah said in an attempt to persuade her however Tim started to cough, falling to his knees drawing Davina's attention away from Rebekah to him.
"Tim?" Davina asked.
"It was Klaus. He made me do it." Tim said suddenly with remorse. "I didn't even know what I was doing until I made you-"
"Made her what?" Rebekah interrupted.
"Drink," Tim answered, his eyes filled with pain.
Davina looked at him confused. "Tim?"
Rebekah's eyes widened as it dawned on her. "Klaus poisoned the water."
"Tim?" Davina looked at him in disbelief.
"Davina?" Josh took a step toward her. "Oh, no."
When Caroline had left the new residence for the wolves, she had called Klaus not once but three times and he hadn't answered a single call. Admittedly it worried her, and she quickly made her way back to the Compound.
What she found had her rooted where she stood for just a moment.
Marcel, Elijah, and Klaus were all spread out on the courtyard grounds.
Clearly, they had been attacked but by who?
Caroline quickly shook off her surprise and moved toward Klaus kneeling beside him, she gave Klaus a rough shake and realized he was dead.
She sighed irritably, she did not want to have to wait however long it was going to take for one of them to revive to find out what happened however what other choice did she have right now?
Her hand reached out, combing through Klaus's curls and down to his neck.
Klaus jolted up suddenly, and Caroline gasped in surprise.
Klaus' eyes flashed angrily, and she slid her hand up to his cheek. "Hey, easy. It's just me."
"Caroline," Klaus's hand wrapped around her wrist, tugging her closer. "Where have you been?"
"Something came up, and I'll tell you all about it later, but first you want to tell me what happened?" Caroline asked, pulling back as Klaus stood up, his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her up with him.
"Davina." Klaus hissed.
"Davina?" Caroline repeated then sighed leveling him with a hard look. "What did you do?"
"Why do you assume it's something I did?" Klaus countered as Caroline removed his arm from around her waist, taking a step back from him.
"Davina doesn't strike me as stupid, and you have a habit of provoking violence in others, so I'll ask again what did you do?"
Elijah let out a loud groan, climbing to his feet. "Yes, Niklaus, do tell her what you did."
Caroline looked behind her to see Elijah and Marcel both pulling themselves off the ground and back to their feet. She hadn't even noticed that they had revived from whatever was done to them.
"Are you going to tell her or are we going to have to do it for you?" Marcel glared.
Klaus shot him an annoyed look. "I used Davina's friend against her as leverage."
"Josh? You threaten Josh?" Caroline questioned.
"No, her human friend. I compel him to jump from the rafters if she didn't do what was expected of her."
Caroline's eyes filled with disappointment and he hated it, turning away from her.
"Don't do that," Caroline said sharply, turning him back to face her. "Is he dead? Is her innocent friend dead?"
"Seeing as there isn't a body I would say no," Klaus answered. "But that could always be remedy once I find Davina."
"Stop," Caroline ordered. "Just stop. If Davina's friend isn't dead, there's a chance we can fix this and get her back willingly. Davina is not an enemy. Stop treating her like one! She is just a kid."
"Thank you," Marcel said.
Caroline ignored him and focused on Klaus.
"She is not just a kid, she is a powerful witch. Why can't you see that?!" Klaus demanded.
"I'm not gonna stand here and fight you about this." Caroline glared. "We'll finish this when we find Davina."
Klaus glared. "Who says I won't kill the witch the second I see her for her actions against me?" he hated being challenged.
"Because I am asking you not to," Caroline responded and Klaus faltered.
He wanted to give her whatever she wanted even when it was the last thing he wanted.
He clenched his jaw but nodded slowly, and both Elijah and Marcel watched the exchange with interest.
Caroline nodded, her face softening, she grabbed his hand, tangling her fingers with his in a show of appreciation for him willing to do as she asked.
She knew how hard it was for him to go against what he really wanted to do.
She didn't take it for granted or his feelings for her. Not anymore.
"Cami, are you all right? Did you eat today?" Kieran questioned, kneeling at her side. "Oh, you must have fainted."
"Yeah, or I got mystically cold-cocked by 3 witches." Cami looked around. "Where's Davina? Does your friend Marcel know she's here?"
"Cami, I can explain," Kieran said, hearing her mention Marcel.
"Vampires? Witches? My brother, your nephew, hexed by a witch. How could you not tell me?" Cami demanded.
"It's complicated," said Kieran. "There's a lot you don't understand."
"You hid the truth from me. You let me believe that Sean was crazy, that I was crazy, instead of telling me the truth." Cami threw back at him angrily.
"I was protecting you." Kieran defended. "You saw what happened to Sean. Cami, please-"
"Get the hell away from me." Cami snapped, pulling away. "You are every bit as bad as the other monsters in this city."
Caroline paced the floor as Klaus pressed his phone to his ear calling his sister.
"Well, isn't this monumentally awkward," Elijah commented as Klaus called Rebekah. "Three powerful vampires taken down by one witch."
"Rebekah, where are you?" Klaus had his cell pressed to his ear.
"I'm with Davina, and she's dying because of your treachery." Rebekah seethed.
Caroline spun around, her eyes narrowing on Klaus at hearing Rebekah's words.
"Well, I tried to talk to her out of respect for Marcel, but she made it quite clear she is not our friend," Klaus said. "My apologies if you thought she was yours." He didn't sound the least apologetic.
"Just tell me how to cure her," Rebekah demanded. "Vampire blood isn't working."
"Klaus," Caroline glared. She had asked him to spare Davina.
Klaus turned away from Caroline when faced with her disappointment. He had already set things in motion before she had asked him not to kill Davina; instead, he focused on speaking with Rebekah. "No. It wouldn't. You see, the poison I compelled Timothy to feed her is quite potent." Klaus smirked. "It's just a matter of time for her."
"For both of them, you diabolical bastard." Rebekah spat angrily. "They're children. We could've dealt with her fairly."
"There is no dealing with those who threaten us," Klaus argued. "Davina sealed her fate when she stood against me. This was her choice, not mine." he didn't wait for Rebekah to reply before ending the call. He turned to Caroline, her eyes glaring and he clenched his jaw knowing there was an argument waiting to happen and he rather not have another one in front of Elijah and Marcel both who were staring at him in disappointment. "Oh, come on. The stench of your judgment is overwhelming. Need I remind you that Davina just bested the lot of us? I did what had to be done. Don't worry, Elijah. I remain as redeemable as ever."
"So you compelled that boy to poison Davina without consulting Marcel or myself." Elijah challenged.
"You know what the worst part is?" asked Marcel. "It's that you're so predictable, I had to make an alliance with your brother, who I don't even like."
"One would think the worst part is the poison of children," Caroline interjected, her anger clear as day in the tone of her voice.
"Judging by your expression, you have something you'd like to share." Klaus prompted, eyes narrowing at the mention of an alliance between the two men.
"Damn straight, I do," said Marcel heatedly. "I got a call from Kieran earlier, right after Sabine and some witches almost got their hands on Davina first."
"Oh, hello." Marcel greeted as Sabine came back from death. "Let me guess, protection spell?"
"You think I'd let a day where witches can do magic pass by without one?" asked Sabine challengingly. "They all should've done the same."
"You broke one of my rules, Sabine, and I'm guessing that spell of yours is probably a one-time deal." Marcel eyed her hard. "I'll give you two choices- an immediate reunion with your dearly departed friends, OR, you can do that same spell for a young witch friend of mine."
Sabine gave him a look but said nothing.
"Yeah, you probably know which one I'm talking about," Marcel said knowingly.
"So, when you slipped away to allegedly check on your nightwalkers, you were, in fact, colluding with a witch." Klaus accused. "That's very clever. I suppose I should be proud."
Caroline was relieved to hear that Davina had a chance of surviving this but what about her friend Timothy. She shouldn't have left. If she hadn't maybe she could have reasoned with Klaus not to do what he did.
"Eh, I just wanted to make sure I had a failsafe just in case, as Elijah expected, you started acting like you," Marcel replied.
"Except that now you've involved the witches, who, last time I checked, were enemy to us all, to everything we have, and to our family." Klaus returned with ire.
"Davina is Marcel's family, Niklaus, or did that somehow slip your mind as you tried to take her life?" Elijah questioned. "You will call Rebekah. You'll tell her that Davina will recover. Do wish the same could be said for that boy."
Caroline found herself agreeing with Elijah for once, and she hated it.
Davina's eyes shot open gasping for breath. She turned to Tim beside her, her eyes feeling with tears. "Tim? Tim? Tim, Tim, wake up. Tim, please wake up." Davina's chest ached, a sob building in her chest. "Open your eyes. No, no. Please wake up." she cried in anguish. "Please don't leave me alone."
The moment Rebekah walked into the courtyard carrying Davina in her arms, Caroline moved toward her.
"Is she..?" Caroline trailed off as she heard Davina's heart, heard her breathing. She was just sleeping.
"Is she ok?" Marcel moved toward Rebekah stopping beside Caroline, wanting to reach out to Davina but not wanting to wake her.
"She's devastated and exhausted," Rebekah told him. "Where's her room?"
"No. I got her. I got her." Marcel gently took her from Rebekah's arms.
Rebekah glared at Klaus but said nothing as she walked back out of the courtyard, her silence having more of an effect than anything she would have said.
Caroline looked at Klaus for a moment, her eyes dark before spinning on her heel, she needed to create some distance between them. She didn't want to say things out of anger that she might regret later.
Marcel watched over Davina, she was asleep in her bed in the room that had been prepared for her at the compound. "She'll never trust me again," Marcel stated.
"Perhaps." Elijah agreed, standing just behind him in the doorway. "You must never surrender the fight to reclaim that trust." He stepped further into the room seeing Davina's array of drawings.
"These drawings, what are they?" Elijah questioned.
"She drew those the whole time she was in the attic, said they're different than what she draws when she senses magic," Marcel answered. "These ones, she called them evil."
Klaus walked through the Quarter in search of Caroline. She wasn't taking his calls. He was walking down bourbon street when he paused seeing Cami walking toward him.
"Surprised to see me? After all, you did compel me to leave town." she accused, eyes filled with anger.
"You remember," Klaus stated, it didn't really matter to him that she remembered or not.
"Chalk one up for decompulsion. Hurts like hell, but it's worth it. Made me realize exactly why I want to stick around." She told him. "Oh, and Klaus, if you hurt Davina or Josh in any way, I'll expose you to the world, and then you can kiss the French Quarter good-bye, forever." she flashed a fake smile. "Have a nice night."
Klaus clenched his jaw in mild annoyance. The fact that Cami thought she could threaten him was rather insulting. She was nothing more than a human. What power did she honestly believe she had over him.
He pulled out his phone dialing Caroline, again. "Love, C'mon, answer your phone. You want to be angry with me? Fine but don't run off and don't ignore my calls, I need you to talk to me."
"And I needed you to show restraint."
Klaus whirled around, finding Caroline standing just feet from him. "Is this where you yell at me for the killing of the innocent?"
"Oh, so you know what you did was wrong?" Caroline retorted.
"I understand that you're upset, lo-" Klaus reached out his hand to her.
"Don't," Caroline stepped out of his reach. "I don't want to do this here, let's head back."
Klaus nodded and offered his arm, but Caroline ignored it, pushing it away and turned down the sidewalk heading back toward the compound.
Klaus' arm fell back to his side, and he fell in step behind her, a weight settling in his stomach, he feared that Caroline was going to pull away from him again taking the happiness he found with her.
"For centuries, people have come to New Orleans looking for a fresh start. Looking to find adventure, fortune, and even love. Young society women imported from France with the promise of marrying a proper New Orleans gentleman like the legendary Casket Girls.
Little did they know that the men who awaited them were far from proper, and not at all gentle. The Casket Girls legend lives on, now celebrated in typical New Orleans fashion with stylish costumes and supernatural flair. It's a yearly reminder of how women can be oppressed by selfish men and how they can triumph when brave enough to fight for themselves. It is said that this is a man's world, and sometimes it is. For every Casket Girl that was saved, countless others were not. But women are more resilient than given credit for. And some women, well, let's just say their oppressors had better watch out.
I, too, am resilient, and I'm tired of being oppressed. For 1,000 years, my brother has taken what he wants in whatever way he wants, regardless of the consequences. Marcel seems determined to allow it, and Elijah stands right by his side, futilely awaiting the day that he'll change." Rebekah said she was seated in the garden in front of Thierry.
"So men suck. What do you want me to do about it?" Thierry questioned.
"Despite your dire warnings to Marcel, he just can't seem to quit my brother. The two of them stand side by side ruling this city while you're left in here to rot." Rebekah told him. "I want you to help me take New Orleans right out from under all of their noses, and I have something they won't see coming, someone on the inside. She's quite the resilient girl herself."
When Marcel finally leaves Davina room, the door clicking shut, she opens her eyes. In her eyes was a deep sadness but also resolve.
Klaus half expected Caroline to close herself in her room and was surprised when she pushed the door to his bedroom open, waiting for him to follow her inside before closing it behind them.
"I know you're angry and disappointed," Klaus began. "However I-"
"That's an understatement," Caroline muttered. "How could you possibly have thought killing two kids was a good idea?"
Klaus felt his hackles rising at her blatant berating. "I was thinking Davina was making herself out to be an enemy and a powerful one at that. I thought it was better to eliminate the threat posed against me, against us."
"She is not a threat. She's a girl who has had her life torn apart by witches and vampires!" Caroline argued. "With everything that she has been through I think she's entitled to lashing out and taking back her control without you trying to kill her!"
"I don't care what she's been through!" Klaus snapped. "When you have enemies like I do you weed them out through any means necessary. If she's going to lash out, then you better believe I'm going to shut her down. No one is going to be my downfall especially not some overpowered teenage witch!"
"God, you are unbelievable. I feel like we are getting nowhere with this argument!" Caroline whirled away from him back toward the door. "One day you're going to realize killing everyone doesn't solve all your problems. It just creates more."
"So that's it then?!" Klaus demanded as she reached for the handle to his bedroom door. "We fight and you decide to walk away from me."
Caroline spun around on her feet. "I'm walking away to keep from saying something I might regret later. It is not the same thing as walking away from you. This, us," she waved a hand between them. "It's new, and it's complicated, but it's not something I want to end. We are going to fight a lot because we see the world differently if that's going to be a problem for you then walk away from me right now."
Klaus shot his hand out, his hand gripping her by the back of her neck and pulled her forward, their bodies crashing together as he took control of her mouth.
Caroline gasped, and Klaus took it as an invitation to slide his tongue inside, gliding it along hers, his other hand moved strongly over her body, down her chest and torso, sliding around to her hip and further down landing on her ass gripping it tightly in his hand.
She moaned lowly, her body reacting to him instinctively arching up against him, an ache forming at the apex of her thighs as a white-hot need shot through her. She grasped him by the shoulders holding onto him tightly.
His fingers spread out on her ass and it felt like his hand encompassed her entire left cheek. She imagined how his touch would feel on her bare skin and her body heated at just the thought.
Her left hand slid up to his curls, gripping the strands between her fingers and tugging sharply.
Klaus grunted, his mouth parting from hers, his eyes were dark with desire. "I will never walk away from you. It's a notion that is impossible to me. Don't suggest it again."
Caroline nodded sharply, desire shooting through her. "Good, now if we can shut up and get back to what we were doing that would be great."
Klaus' hands tightened on her, and he walked them backward until her back hit the door, pinning her there with his hips and fisted her shirt in his hands, yanking on the material.
The fabric ripped completely, and Klaus pushed the tattered shirt down her shoulders, the pieces falling to his bedroom floor.
"Hey!" Caroline's eyes narrowed. "I really like that shirt!"
Klaus hand slipped behind her unhooking her bra with deft fingers, and pushed it down her arms and tossed it to the floor. "I'll buy you more just like it." his hands slid around to her ass and hiked her up against his body, his hot breath fanning across her breast, causing her nipples to harden. "I'll buy you a whole new wardrobe."
Caroline's head thudded back against the door as his lips wrapped around her nipple, her hand came up, threading through his hair and holding him to her chest, as his tongue swirled around the hardened bud.
"Mmm," Caroline bit her lip, biting back a moan.
Klaus tugged at her nipple with his teeth before releasing it with a wet pop careful not to break the skin, his lips skimmed up her throat, sucking on her pulse point as he lowered her back to her feet, his finger unfastening her jeans and pushing the fabric down her hips.
Caroline quickly nudged her shoes off as she tugged his shirt up and over his head, she placed her hands against his bare chest, her nails digging in slightly as he pushed her jeans down her legs.
Caroline kick them away once they were off, her hands shot to his pants unfastening them.
Klaus grabbed her by the waist before she could slip her hand inside his jeans, smirking he threw her on the bed, causing her to squeal as she bounced.
Klaus chuckled, getting rid of his shoes and pants, he approached the bed, his hands wrapped around her ankle sliding up her leg until he reached her hips, his finger hooking into the side of her blue lace panties and tugging sharply, they snapped off and he tossed them over his shoulder with a smug smirk.
Caroline wanted to wipe that smug look off his face and waited till he crawled up her body before wrapping her legs around his body and flipping him onto his back, his hardened cock pressing against her flat stomach.
Klaus attempted to raise up, but she pushed him back down, planting her arms over his chest as she adjusted their position, her legs bracketing his hips as she slid her wetness over his length, coating him in her arousal.
Klaus groaned, and he grabbed her by the hips, positioning her over his erection, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance.
Caroline dug her nails into his chest as she lowered herself onto him by just an inch before raising back up.
Klaus groaned as he slipped out of her, his eyes shooting up to her's as she let out a breathless laugh. Caroline's eyes shined with mirth, her cheeks flushed. The blonde vixen was teasing him, knowing full well the effect she had on him.
Klaus matched her smirked with his own as he gripped her ass in both his hands and pulled her down over him, driving into her by lifting his hips.
Caroline's mouth parted on a moan, her eyes sliding shut as he filled her.
Klaus groaned, the feel of her enveloping him in her tight channel, squeezing around him so perfect.
Caroline circled her hips before raising up off him, Klaus dug his feet into the bed and lifted his hips, driving up into her hard and fast as she came back down.
Caroline moaned loudly, her nails scraping down his chest as she threw her head back in pleasure.
Klaus watched her, his desire increasing. It was like looking at a Goddess while she rode him hard and fast, taking what she needed.
His hands gripped her ass, fingers digging into her delicate skin as he drove up into her again and again.
Caroline dragged her hands down his body to her own, moving her hands through her hair as she allowed herself to feel nothing but the way he filled her, his hands on her body and the pleasure building low in her stomach, pulsing.
Klaus raised up when her hand traveled to her breast, knocking it away and taking her nipple into his mouth, never stilling the movement of his hips.
Caroline cried out as his teeth grazed her nipple, every inch of her sensitive to the touch.
She rode him harder, her lust driving her forward as she chased that edge of bliss she could practically feel herself teetering on.
Klaus's left hand release its grip on her ass, skimming up her back, wrapping around her hair, gripping the strands, and pulling until her head tilted back exposing her neck.
His mouth left her breath, finding her pulse and sucked hard.
Caroline's hips falter for just a second, a hot wave of lust shooting through her at the action.
Klaus' hips surged up sharply, hitting that spot inside her that had her falling over the edge, body shaking in pleasure as she came hard. "Oh, God, Klaus!" her hands scrambled for purchase, gripping his arms as her mouth landed on his shoulder, her fangs dropping, teeth piercing his flesh and drinking deeply of his blood. A sensation of pleasure shooting through her as her inner walls clamped down hard on his dick.
Klaus grunted, feeling her squeeze around him and feeling her drink from him. His eyes flashed, and he flipped them, hiking her legs up higher and drove into her with such force the bed slammed into the wall, the plaster cracking.
Caroline bit down harder, his cock pulsing inside her, twitching, a tingle started at the base of his spine.
He slid his hands to her thighs gripping them tightly as he pushed into her harder, faster, burying himself as deep as he possibly could his pelvis grinding against her. "Caroline," he groaned against her neck.
Caroline's hands slid down his back nails scraping, grasping his ass urging him on.
With a growl he drove into her again and again, he came with a grunt as she clamped down on him, filling her with his essence.
Caroline pulled her mouth from him, her eyes glazed over and his blood, dripping down the corner of her mouth.
Klaus' eyes flashed, and Caroline didn't so much as flinch, she wrapped herself around him, keeping him buried deep inside her.
Klaus reached up cradling her as he leaned in, his tongue licking up the blood from the corner of her mouth, give a small growl before plundering her mouth, tasting his blood on her tongue.
Caroline gave a small moan from the back of throat her body arched, her nipples scraping against his chest.
When she gave a small push to his chest, her legs loosening their grip, he pulled back and out of her with a grunt, rolling onto his back.
"How-How did we go from arguing to having sex so quickly?" Caroline panted.
Klaus turned his head, raising an eyebrow at her. "The tension. The moment you started yelling at me, I wanted to give you a different reason for raising your voice."
Caroline snorted. "You can't resort to sex every time we argue, no matter how amazing it is."
"I don't know. It felt pretty great to me. And I prefer having you with me than walking away." Klaus responded.
Caroline moved onto her side and curled against him. "I'm not gonna end things just because we don't agree. I knew who you were when we started this and I don't expect you to stop being you just because we're together now."
Klaus searched her face for any sign of a lie or some kind of manipulation, but there wasn't any.
He pressed his mouth to hers and pushed her on her back, he settled back into the cradle of her thighs, tangling their fingers together, pressing their clasped hands into the mattress and pressed forward slowly inch by inch, pushing back inside her welcoming body and it felt like coming home.
"You ok?" Hayley asked Elijah.
"I'm better now," Elijah answered. "How was your day?"
"Killer. What's with the artwork?" Hayley wondered, eyeing all the drawing Elijah had laid out on a table.
"Davina's sketches," Elijah answered. "I wonder if they represent some kind of premonition. They seem to suggest something is coming. Something sinister."
Hayley's eyes widened as she recognized the woman in the sketches. "Oh, my god. Isn't that…"
"Hello, Celeste." Sophie greeted, having finally found the dead witches unconsecrated grave.
Hayley pressed her phone to her ear, her face pinched in stress. "Come on, Sophie. Pick up. Pick up."
Hayley feared things were about to get so much worse than they already are.
A/N: I know everyone wants Caroline and Klaus to find out the truth about what Hayley did and they will around chapter 22 or 23.
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