Hello, Everyone! This story takes place after the finale of Season 4. It will be mostly Klaroline with a hint of Kalijah. This fanfiction is rated M as it will contain adult themes in later chapters (things get bloody . . . and sexy). Lastly, this is set approximately one month after graduation.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Vampire Diaries or its characters.

"I will ruin every last one of them," the Hybrid growled pacing back in forth in front of the fireplace mantle. "They have made a fool of us, Elijah. I will see every one of them gutted and burned."

"I agree. This is unforgivable, but we need to be smart about this, Niklaus. They do not gather often, thanks to Marcel. We will need to call in reinforcements. We need to be smart." The elder Original seethed from his chair before the hearth, more composed but just as deadly as his brother. "They have taken this too far."

Letting out an angry roar, Klaus lifted a wooden side table and hurled it across the room where it splintered into many pieces against the brick walls of the parlor. When he turned back in the direction of his dark haired sibling, his eyes were wide and crazed. Speaking between harsh breaths, he purred, "I say we go visit sweet Sophie tonight. Send a proper message."

"Hardly the time to mount an offense," Elijah said lifting a multifaceted crystal glass to his lips and swallowing deeply the amber liquid within. "The full moon is tonight. They will be at their strongest. We wait and strike when they are vulnerable."

"Marcel doesn't let them practice."

"Nevertheless, the fear alone will haunt them this night. But tomorrow, their blood will flow in the gutters of New Orleans."

A fiendish smile curled along the lips of the younger Mikaelson as his motions stilled and calmed. "Just like old times, Big Brother."

The soles of his shoes patted along the uneven stone path of the cemetery. The sun and humidity were especially oppressive this day. Why the witches insisted on meeting with him here, he could only blame on their incredibly clichéd notions of privacy and heritage. He had to admit though, he was intrigued by their invitation. It was rare under his rule that the so-called servants of nature would seek him out. An entourage of five followed him as he turned down one of the small avenues squeezed between the battered structures; his feet remembering where to take him as he strode forwards.

Before him, set alongside the entrance to one of the few large, underground tombs were two women. While one was young and delicate in her maxi skirt and tank top, the other, a woman of near 50, was rotund with dark skin and pale green eyes. They smelled of paraffin and smoke.

"Thank you for coming, Marcel," spoke the elder woman in a deep but clear voice. "Come with me."

An eyebrow raised across his brow as she turned into the tomb and descended the few steps to the lower level. Nodding his head to the side, Marcel motioned that one of his vampires stay above. With quick, energetic steps he followed her down.

The room was ill lit with about two dozen candles. Huddled together was a gathering of six witches. He vaguely recognized them all, but it was the petite one in the center that brought a wide smile to his mouth.

"Sophie, Sophie, Sophie," he said with a sing-songy tone. Clapping his hands once, he rubbed them together in excitement. "Fancy meeting you here. I thought you'd be on your way out of town. I hear you have a certain Hybrid out for your blood. Tough break. You will have to tell me sometime how you managed to piss him off so profoundly."

"Save it, Marcel," she firmly stated. "Like you don't already know."

His toothy grin stayed plastered on his face as he shrugged, "Well, I can only imagine it has something to do with a not-so-pregnant she-wolf. Honestly, Sophie, baby drama? That was Jane-Ann's big plan to pit Klaus against me." Marcel tutted at her with a shake of his head. "Bit of advice for you, Sweety: Next time, choose a stronger witch to perform a sustained spell. Or, a woman that is actually pregnant. Easier to fake a paternity test than it is to fake a baby." Winking at the young witch, he added, "Know what I mean? You bit off more than you can chew. Now you have two enemies. What will you do now?"

Sophie's eyes narrowed and her jaw set as she listened to the overconfident vampire rattle on. "That's why you're here."

A moment of silence followed her words before he spat out an enthused chuckle; a chuckle trailed with the laughs of the men behind him. Stepping toward her, his face grew serious. "Why would I help you? You're lucky I don't kill you all where you stand."

The young witch's heart pounded in her chest, but she straightened and glared into his eyes. "If you know about Hayley, you know that we've had Klaus spying on you for weeks now. We now know you have a powerful witch at your bidding. And, we know that you have nothing over Klaus. We kept you safe these few weeks since his arrival. We did. Now that he is not bound to us, you are in just as much danger as we are. He wants to be King. You have no weapon against an immortal Hybrid, you have no leverage. No power over him."

With an angry guttural sound from deep in his throat, Marcel prowled forward and grasped Sophie's chin roughly in his hand. Dark veins swelled and throbbed beneath his eyes.

Struggling to still speak, she continued, "When he's done throwing his tantrum with us, he will come for you. Nevermind his brother . . . They say Elijah never stakes vampires; that he likes to take their heads and their hearts with his bare hands. Tell me, Marcel, what will you do now?"

The vampire released his grip on her face and stepped back. Within the span of a second, his face shifted from a dark stare and set frown, to a playful, jovial expression again. Throwing out his hands, he smiled back at his men before returning his gaze to her. "You have my attention. What is your proposition, Little Sophie?"

"We both need to get rid of Klaus. So I propose a deal. We give you the weapon, you give us freedom to practice."

"A) What weapon would that be? B) No. I give you magic and sooner or later we have rogue witches. Voodoo, Vaudun, Blood Magic, it'll be a million different kinds of grimoire crazy up in this joint again!" Marcel's voice raised up as he glanced back at his accompaniment. Enjoying their leaders performance, they laughed lightly.

"Fine. Certain magics. We are witches, Marcel. Let us be witches."

He considered her words for a moment. "Tell me what you can do for me, and we'll talk."

"There is only one thing that can kill an Original."

"A white oak stake."

"Which we can't get," Sophie went on. "But, just because you can't kill something, doesn't mean you can't incapacitate it. What would you say if I were to tell you that we could incapacitate the Original Hybrid. Permanently."

"A dessication spell is not perma—"

"—Not dessication."

Marcel's head quirked as he considered her words. "Permanent incapacitation of Niklaus Mikaelson for the return of basic magics to New Orleans?" He studied Sophie as she swallowed hard and nodded her head. His eyes flicked to the women behind her who all stood stiff and nervous, their eyes jumping back and forth between himself and the young witch. His smile seemed to curl up to his ears, "I'm listening."

"I am so over you!" Caroline screamed down the hallway. "I told you I have a meeting with the Mayor this afternoon!" The blonde stomped her bare foot against the floor beneath her. Her wet hair and body were wrapped in a set of matching fluffy, pink towels.

"Calm down, Peaches. It's not my fault you have the smallest water heater on the planet," the brunette droned as she walked from the kitchen to the living room with a bowl of spinach salad held in front of her.

"Damn it, Katherine! I told you not to use all the hot water—" Caroline halted when she saw the bowl. "Is that the salad I just made?!"

"Yeah," Katherine said taking a bite as she walked into the other room and plopped down on the sofa. "Raspberry Vinaigrette: Good choice."

"Seriously! I was going to take that to my mom at the station! God! You selfish brat!" she yelled following her into the family room and throwing a hand on her hip.

"Hey! Who are you calling selfish? I believe those are my Louis Vuittons that you are going to be wearing to this meeting. Besides, have you seen my hair. It takes a lot of hot water to clean this hot mess."

Dropping a long, irate sigh, Caroline spat, "I cannot wait for Damon and Elena to get back from Europe. I'm so done babysitting you."

"No one asked you to keep me prisoner this summer," she quipped with a sneer.

The blonde rolled her eyes, "Yeah right. You barely lasted a week before your 'friends' came a-knockin'. And who saved you, Katherine? Who pulled that greasy vamp-skank off your human ass that night at the grill?" Raising her hand up to her ear, she waited for the Doppelganger to answer.

Katherine glared daggers at her temporary house mate. She stabbed her fork into many leaves of spinach and strawberries and made a show of placing the bite in her mouth. After swallowing the mouthful with a satisfied smile, she said, "You did, Peaches. Good job. Do you want a gold star for your board?"

Caroline coughed out an incredulous laugh. Speeding forward, too fast for the brunette to track, she took the bowl from Katherine. Walking back towards her room, she began to eat the sweet salad she had made for her mom's lunch.

"Hey!"

"Mmmm! This is good!" Katherine heard her sing before the sound of the vampire's bedroom door slamming echoed through the house.

Davina sat cross legged on the floor in her attic bedroom. It was hot and the portable air conditioning unit was doing little to cool the space down. Her hair was pulled off her neck but sweat still collected on her temples and throat. She walked her fingers back and forth across the wood beneath her listening intently as Sophie and Marcel spoke in front of her.

"Why can't you just do it all tonight?" The brown skinned man asked.

"Because," Sophie said, "It's not your run-of-the-mill spell. If he was sitting in front of us unable to move, it would be different, but he's not. This spell is difficult as is; over a distance, it's going to take time."

He shook his head with his ever present smile, "Some time is a few hours; not a few months."

"The suppression spell must be done on a full moon, and it will deplete her," Sophie explained gesturing towards Davina who peeked up at her from under one eyebrow.

Marcel gave a little laugh, "I think you underestimate my witch."

"No. You underestimate the spell. It's not easy to take away who a person is. If it wasn't for her existence, this spell would be borderline impossible. They don't make witches like they used to, and we can't all be Bennetts."

"Why can't you just eliminate them all in one go? Why do a suppression spell at all?"

Sophie gave a sigh of frustration. "I told you, it wouldn't work. It wouldn't be complete. It's like trying to clean an old pan without soaking it first. It won't come completely clean. Besides, it will still work right away, it just won't be permanent for two moons. First suppression, then elimination."

Looking down at Davina, Marcel gave a short, placating smile, "What do you think, Girly?"

Davina's voice was quiet but loud in intent, "I won't know until I start. It is a sustained spell. I can do it, but I may be weakened while sustaining the suppression."

"How weak?"

"I won't know until I start," she reiterated. "I have yet to read the full spell, so I can only make guesses."

His eyes jumped back to Sophie, "Weak? For two months? Quite a large piece of information to leave out, ya think?"

Rolling her eyes, she looked to the ceiling. "One month; tonight's full moon and next month's. She will be weakened for one month. The witches understand the rules and will not abuse this opportunity. You have my word."

"The word of a witch means little to me," he purred menacingly.

"This is our only course of action. Are you backing out?" she challenged.

Marcel's brown eyes regarded Sophie seriously for a moment. She was right. He needed Klaus to back down and preferably abandon New Orleans. Now that the Original Hybrid had discovered the secret of Davina, he had no recourse. Klaus either needed to be taken out, or he would destroy Marcel's rule over the Big Easy. "Do it."

Elijah's leather shoes made a small tapping as he crossed the hall into the parlor. Walking in, he noticed his brother was on the phone, so, unbuttoning his suit jacket, he silently sat in one of the plush armchairs and waited for him to finish.

"I must bid you goodnight. My brother has descended," Klaus said congenially into the phone. Elijah was surprised by his light tone and the small smirk on his lips. The Hybrid had been boiling over just that afternoon. He listened as the conversation came to an end, "Goodnight, Love." Upon hanging up the phone, Klaus turned to his brother still sporting a contented look.

"I would love to know what sort of magic can make your mood alter so dramatically," Elijah hummed gesturing toward the window where the full, bright orb of the moon shone brightly in. "Especially on a night like tonight."

"Never you mind," the younger brother said grabbing his drink from the mantle and sitting in a chair across from the brunette.

"I do hope Miss Forbes is enjoying her summer break," he said slyly.

Klaus' eyes became cold; his smirk, while unmoving, shifted from happy to threatening. "I'm sure she is."

Sensing his brother's disinterest in continuing this line of conversation, he changed topics, "I've just gotten off the phone myself. Our darling sister is in Germany."

"Is her pet still with her?" The blonde asked reaching towards the coffee table to grasp a black sketchbook. With a flick of his wrist he flipped through the papers to a blank page. Leaning forward, he snagged a pen from the same center table.

"It would seem." Elijah stood and calmly strode to the dry bar where he filled a small glass.

"Give me the glass," Sophie directed.

Reaching towards her, Marcel handed over a lowball glass empty save a heavy staining of blood along the bottom. The same glass Klaus had filled with blood to cure Marcel's dying daywalker just over a month ago.

Adding a splash of water, the witch swirled the glass until the water turned a muddy red. She lifted her eyes to where Davina sat chanting in a circle of candles and salt on the floor; her palms turned up. Sophie was careful to not step into the circle as she poured the liquid over and into the palms of the child-witch.

Elijah always thought it relaxing to sit with Klaus as he drew. The sound of the writing implement scratching softly over the thick artbook paper was soothing. That mixed with the light popping of firewood and the vision of firelight through the scotch in his glass was a relaxing melody that had him forgetting the stress and anger of the day. His calm was so complete that when a sharp gasp and a quick movement came from Klaus' chair, the elder brother jolted in his seat.

Looking over he saw his brother cringing with closed eyes, a rigid forehead, and his thumb and pointer secured over the bridge of his nose. "Niklaus?"

Shaking his head of the pain, Klaus peered up at his companion, "It's nothing, just a strange—" But he stopped before he could continue. His thoughts became a swirl that he couldn't make sense of and the room spun around him. He tried to lean forward to place his head in his hands but only managed to fall in front of the chair on his knees. He could vaguely hear his brother call out to him but the words were lost on the air. This was different from a witch's migraine or a shift, this was disorienting; less of a popping of his brain or bone and more of a forceful stir of thoughts. Images flashed in front of his eyes, but he refused to look at them. He fought to regain his senses knowing that something was being done to him. Trying to find something to hold onto, he grasped at his surroundings. Finding his brother's suit jacket, he gripped tightly trying to visualize the jacket and the man wearing it.

Davina began to struggle with her words as her chanting increased in volume.

Marcel's voice echoed through the tiny room when he asked, "What's happening?"

"He's fighting her," Sophie explained. She poured the last of the contents of the glass across Davina's forehead and stood back as the flames around the young girl grew exponentially.

His eyes burned yellow as he yelled out in agony. The images were brighter now and accompanied by sounds, sensations, and smells. Screams echoed in his head as he swore he could feel hot blood running over his hands. A moment later it was the feel of parchment and the smell of charcoal.

He could swear he saw the back of a small girl with golden plaited hair. "Nik, catch me!" She squealed as she ran ahead.

It was Rebekah. The thought mixed with adrenaline had him pushing away the image as he grabbed tighter onto Elijah's jacket. The vision tried to resurface, but he wouldn't let it. Soon it was replaced by a flash of memory. His sister sitting across from him wrapped around Stefan Salvatore, the Ripper. Soft jazz music engulfed the room and the bubbles of champagne sparkled on his tongue.

Klaus gasped loudly when he looked to his right just in time to see his father lowering a sword onto the neck of his favorite horse. He cried out.

The sounds of his dying stallion rang loudly in his ears, and then silence. In the distance he could see wild horses grazing in a field. Looking over he laughed when a young Kol popped over the log they rested behind and bolted into the field after the horses. He almost indulged in this memory before the pain of his brother's recent death hit him, and he turned away. He could still hear the laughter, but he drowned it out by listening for Elijah. His elder brother's panicked voice was almost discernible.

Davina's tiny voice cried out slightly as she cringed. The light of the candles dimming. Sophie looked on concerned.

"I can't," Davina gasped. "There's too many." Leaning forward she left her seat and moved to her hands and knees struggling to keep hold. The candles around her were flickering.

"You must, Davina. Search them out." Sophie urged.

Marcel grabbed a hold of the older witch's arm and yanked her ear to his mouth. "You said she could do this!"

She viciously whispered to him, "I said she is the only one who has a chance! He's fighting her. He must have an anchor."

"A what?"

"If he has something with him; something he loves. He could draw on it. A focal point." Seeing the lividity in his eyes she pleaded, "She can get around it, she can! She just has to find a pressure point."

Again the sight of blonde hair. Blonde hair falling in tight waves. The sound of a light, feminine voice and large blue eyes staring innocently up at him. "Could you please go back into your creepy trophy case of family collectibles and dig me out something of royal caliber?"

The sight of her made his body relax. "I'm sure we can work something out," he had said eliciting the brightest of smiles from her glossy lips.

Soon her blue eyes became sad. Blinking he realized they were now surrounded by trees. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes. "I just killed twelve people," she whimpered.

Flashes of carnage rolled through his head. Killing twelve Hybrids. Killing five Hunters. Blood on his face.

"Niklaus!" A dark male voice yelled in his ear. Searching for the source he could feel silk in his hands once more. Realizing what it was, he gripped tighter.

The flames around Davina suddenly extinguished, and she collapsed breathing heavily. Marcel and Sophie stood silently next to her; the only movement that of the swirling smoke lifting off the blown out candles.

Kneeling softly beside her, Sophie pulled back the hair on Davina's sweating face. The girl was awake, but seemed spent and unfocused. "Did you get them all?"

A tear traveled down her face, and she shook her head slowly.

"Niklaus!" Elijah yelled. He felt Klaus' grip on his lapels tighten before he went slack in his arms. Lifting his little brother, he laid him down on the sofa. Standing back, he removed his ruined suit jacket and the tie that seemed too tight at the moment. His heart raced as he tried to steady his breathing.

He didn't know what had happened. One minute his brother was fine; drawing peacefully by the fire. The next he was shouting out, writhing, and murmuring and screaming nonsense. Klaus would grip his jacket and seem to calm only to be assaulted anew after only a moment.

Looking down at him he seemed to only be sleeping. Running a hand over his face, Elijah sat on the edge of the coffee table leaning his elbows on his knees. He watched and waited for his sibling to wake up.

"You said two moons!" Marcel roared from where he paced in his sitting room downstairs from Davina.

"Yes! One to suppress, and one to eliminate," she nodded from her seat in front of him. "But she couldn't suppress them all. She said she was almost done, but the anchor was too strong. She will finish in the next moon when she is rested."

"She does not need a month to rest! She will do it tomorrow!"

"No. She needs the moon. The full moon is essential to the spell."

A deep growl erupted from his throat. "What did she miss? Am I to believe that now we not only have to deal with Klaus, but we'll have to deal with a Klaus that knows we just tried to take away his history?!"

A small smile raised a corner of Sophie's lips, "No."

"No?" He asked with raised eyebrows as he halted in his movements to stare down at her.

"Davina says she was able to take all but the oldest. She tried for them, but he keeps them tucked away deep in his mind. She's confident that he will only recall the very beginning. His humanity."

"Humanity?" A wide grinned jumped onto his mouth when he understood her meaning. "Well, well, well. I guess this wasn't such a colossal failure after all."

Elijah was by his side the moment his eyes popped open and his breathing grew ragged. The elder Original reached forward to touch Klaus' shoulders, but upon seeing him, his brother jumped and backed into the corner of the couch so fast that a human would not have seen the movement. His blue eyes were glowing with fear.

"Klaus?" Elijah whispered lightly.

It took Klaus a few moments to recognize the face and brown eyes of the man in front of him, but when he did, a sharp breath fell from the Hybrid's chest. "Elijah."

The elder Mikaelson's own sigh of relief came when his brother seemed to calm slightly in front of him. The brunette stared inquisitively though when he watched his brother's eyes dart around the room confused.

As if remembering something, the blonde lifted his hand to the center of his chest and rubbed the spot he was sure would be caked with blood, but there was none. "Elijah, where are we?" His eyes widened slightly and scoured the room again; his voice now louder, "Where's 'Bekah? What did he do, Brother?"

"Niklaus, you must calm down. We are in New Orleans. Rebekah is in Germany, remember?"

"Where?!" he demanded becoming angered by his own confusion. "What did he do to us?!"

Elijah shook his head, not understanding. "Who?"

"Father!" He shouted, a glimmer of yellow swirling through his eyes. "Where is 'Bekah! She's been hurt!"

"Klaus, Klaus, look at me," Elijah said grasping his brother's face attempting to get him to focus. "Rebekah is safe—"

"—But I saw—"

"Brother," he said firmly. "Rebekah is safe. I just spoke with her."

The news seemed to calm Klaus as he peered desperately at Elijah. "Why aren't we dead?

The brunette's eyebrows were furrowed harshly on his forehead. "What is the last thing you remember, Niklaus?"

The Hybrid's eyes went to the floor as he tried to remember, "'Bekah and I were in the house. We were arguing about . . . about . . . I wanted to leave. I wanted to run, and I wanted her to go with me. Then Father stormed in. He had his sword drawn. The blade was covered in blood. I stood in front of her. But, the blade went in." Again his hand rubbed at his chest as if he could still feel the wound. "Before my eyes closed, I heard her scream." His eyes clouded with unshed tears as he remembered how helpless he felt to protect his cherished baby sister from his father.

Elijah could not move. He was frozen with shock.

"Brother? What is this place?"

"Niklaus, I need you to tell me something. Even if it sounds ridiculous," the elder brother said with a weak voice. "Who is the man who sired you? Who is your father?"

"Elijah?"

"Just answer the question."

"Mikael is our father. I was born of Mikael and Esther; just as you."

All the air fell from Elijah's lungs. Niklaus would never claim himself the son of Mikael. "You don't remember."

"Remember what?" he asked feeling nervous at his brother's reaction.

"Being immortal."

Please review! I want to know what you guys think of this plotline before I write too much more.

This chapter and the next will be limited Klaroline as the story gets established, but, trust me, this story is all about them.

I try to update once or twice a week.

For those of you who didn't quite understand, Hayley was never pregnant. The witches did a spell to simulate a pregnancy. It wasn't a one-time spell, it had to be sustained by a witch for the illusion to continue, but the witch wasn't strong enough, so the deception was revealed. The story started with Elijah and Klaus reacting to the discovery of that betrayal.