Good to You

Chapter Six

Caroline resisted the urge to shift under Elijah's gaze, feeling the weight of his assumption of her being this big key to redeeming Klaus. When the witch Sophie returned, she let out a relieved sigh as Elijah's focus is pulled from her and turns to the witch instead.

"I'm glad you feel that way, because we need your help." Sophie informed Elijah.

"What, precisely, is it that you want and what does it have to do with either of these two young women?"

"We want to run Marcel and his vampires out of town. Klaus is the key. Everything Marcel knows about being a vampire, he learned from Klaus. Marcel trusts him, looks up to him, and he won't see the betrayal coming." Sophie's words are filled with certainty.

"Yes, well, as I'm sure you're aware, my brother Niklaus doesn't like to be told what to do." Replied Elijah.

"That's why I brought you here." Said Sophie. "Marcel drove the werewolves out of town decades ago. Do you really think he's going to welcome a hybrid baby to the neighborhood? Convince Klaus to help us, and no one has to know about the newest member of the Original family and if that fails to convince him than that's where Caroline comes in. Regardless of whether he'll care about his child or not he cares for her. And I have no doubts he'll do what he has to to keep her safe. It'll be a shame if we cut her immortal vampire life short."

"That sounds remarkably like blackmail." Said Elijah evenly.

"Like I said, I'm desperate." Sophie said, her jaw set defiantly.

"Well, then, I have my work cut out for me, don't I?"

Caroline hated how they were discussing her like she wasn't there, but she was starting to think Sophie was crazy. For one she kidnapped her and was threatening her family and was threatening Hayley and her unborn child and she seemed to have no problem with blackmailing an Original to get what she wanted.

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Klaus and Stefan walked into the party, there were vampires everywhere feeding and dancing and drinking. Klaus scanned the place, searching for Marcel. Stefan was a few feet behind, trying not to focus on the craze haze of the vampires or the feeding or the blood.

Klaus grabbed a vampire he recognized as one of Marcel's men. "Where's Marcel?" He demanded.

"Who the hell's asking?"

Klaus glared. "I assume you're joking."

"I only answer to Marcel." The vampire replied defiantly.

"Well, then, in that case, perhaps you'll answer to this." Klaus allowed his face to change, exposing his hybrid features and wrapped his hand around the vampires throat threateningly. "You're aware the bite of a werewolf can kill a vampire? Well, as you can see, I'm half-werewolf, so I'm gonna ask you one more time!" Anger rolled off him in waves as he demanded again. "Where is Marcel?!"

"H-hey. I'm right here. I'm right here." Marcel emerged from the crowd of party goers and maneuvered himself in between Klaus and the other vampire Klaus had previously been threatening. "Easy, now. Diego's just looking out for me. Nobody harms my guys. Those are the rules."

Stefan nearly groaned at those words, telling Klaus to not do something was usually a guarantee he was going to do the exact opposite. It was only a matter of time, like a clock ticking down the hours, minutes, seconds until it happened.

"I don't care about your rules, Marcel." Klaus glared. "I don't need chaperones. Why are you having me followed?"

"Come here. I get it, huh? Show of force." Said Marcel and attempted to get Klaus to back off from Diego. "You made your point. Let it go, friend. For me."