To Love A Sociopath

a real keeper

"Klaus," Marcel said slowly. "It's not what it looks like."

Klaus's eyebrows rose in question. "Really?" He pointed at all the blood in the room, the ruckus. "Because it seems to me that you've stooped to a level so low, you've aimed to murder a pregnant woman just as she was trying to fix herself a midnight craving."

Marcel controlled his rapid breathing and his eyes travelled to Davina, who struggled to stay conscious. "She wasn't supposed to kill the baby or the girl. She was supposed to go for Bonnie."

This only made Bonnie angrier but she closed her eyes, trying to reign it in.

Klaus tightened his grip on Davina's hair, releasing a whimper from her. "Okay," he said casually. "Go on then, love. Tell us why you decided to target the mother of my child."

Davina didn't respond immediately but with the look Marcel was giving her, she slowly said, "Because the witches plan to use it against you. They plan to use its power an destroy all the vampires in New Orleans. So I decided to—to get rid of it. It was better than letting the witches get their hands on it."

Marcel ran a hand through his face. Here was when he realized that the witches were plotting behind his back, just like Klaus had once suspected. He turned to Davina. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you would never let me do the job. You would never let me kill a child to protect you," she said.

Klaus snorted. "You've got a real keeper here, Marcel. Utterly stupid, too."

"Stupid?" Davina managed to express a small laugh through her wounds. "I find it really smart of me that I linked Hayley's life to Marcel's."

"What?" Bonnie seethed as she stepped forward. The need to snap the girl's neck was only growing, not diminishing.

"D..." Marcel said slowly, cautiously.

Klaus's face was not neutral, waiting for Davina to continue. "When I realized that Bonnie had gotten into the house, I knew she was coming for me. I knew that she would go for Marcel too so I switched my spell and linked them."

Klaus let out a frustrated sigh. "You do realize that as a vampire, Marcel dies from 6-7 times a day just for merely pissing off somebody? What is to happen to Hayley then?"

"Marcel comes back. Hayley doesn't. Sort of a win-win. Now, you can't kill Marcel because you'll kill Hayley. And any wound inflicted on him, any spell," she gave a pointed look at Bonnie who clenched her fist, "will reflect on Hayley. How's that for stupid?"

Marcel, sensing that the Original was seconds away from ripping the girl's head, said quickly, "Klaus, wait. Davina's just a girl--"

"No, she isn't. She's one of the witches who helped killed Hayley in my vision," Bonnie stated. Davina looked confused for a second but she hid it well. Bonnie started to feel it, the pulse, the kernel of ancestral magic. The weight, the power of it thanks to her psychic abilities. Sensing other people's magic had its perks. "And she's...the weapon Marcel holds against the witches."

A grin broke on Klaus's face. "I certainly didn't think it would be this easy to seize your most valuable treasure. Not only is dear little Davina here your key advantage, but you've also grown an attachment to her. The power of weakness in a war is quite wicked, isn't it? You want Davina to live?" Marcel's silence said as much. "Kneel." Marcel hesitated, nose flaring and Klaus' eyes twinkled in joy. Marcel lowered to his knees, head bowed low. Klaus turned and addressed nobody in particular. "The great King of New Orleans. Setting your crown down, deceiving your city for a child that isn't even yours. How mighty you've fallen. I am going to keep this short and simple for you, Marcellus. Give me back my kingdom, give me back my throne and this girl won't have to die at my hands." Bonnie knew that she shouldn't mention that Davina couldn't die if they ever wanted to defeat the witches. It was a bluff.

Davina swallowed, "Marcel, don't do it. Don't. He'll destroy New Orleans." A place where she grew to accept its culture, a place where love and family were its strongest magic. The city was the only place Davina could feel safe and deep down, she knew she had to destroy the weeds, burn them. The crazy witches who will do anything for their ancestors, the abomination that Klaus and his family were. All she wanted was to live in a home, a city where Marcel dropped her off at high school and threatened to kill any guy she dated. At this moment, she vowed that she was going to destroy them all. She was going to fight for the city, even if that meant sacrificing herself in the process. Because there was no way she would let someone as broken and dangerous as Klaus control the garden she grew in.

Marcel gave her a pained shrug, still on his knees. "I've got no choice, D." He turned to Klaus. "Deal."

Klaus grinned wider, tossing Davina to Marcel's feet. "You have 12 hours with your little girl. Once those hours have ticked up, Elijah will come and pick you up to toss you in the dungeons." Marcel narrowed his eyes. "For the safety of my child, of course. We simply cannot have people snapping your neck at moments notice now, can we?"

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"Ah. Memories. Pitter-patter of little siblings' feet, witchy-woo, chanting in the air, mom and dad calling me an abomination."

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