The Vixen & the Fox II

Chapter 252

Klaus saw the magic break as there was a loud, ground rattling explosion as a few warehouses collapsed.

"Davina," Marcel was running. Klaus hoisted Marcel over the fence as he ran at his top speeds. He paused when he saw Davina's limp body being lifted, he snarled as he tore after them. The human; Stiles was up, firing a gun, there was a vampire heading for the human which had Klaus smashing his arm through the chest of the vampire, gripping the heart as he held up the limp body.

"Now that isn't very polite," Klaus snarled as he let the carcass slide limply on the ground. Davina was in a van, with a blonde woman over her, there was another woman there.

"Niklaus Mikaelson, The Bastard Child, self-proclaimed King of Vampires, been a bit since I saw you last," a nasely, weaselly voice breathed and he turned his head as he smiled sharply, letting his fangs and veins snake over his face.

"Been a long time since I heard such a pretentious voice when it did not belong to my brother," he purred as he turned to Tristan. "Still torturing cats now? Or have you finally graduated to larger game, Tristan?"

"It's Seigneur Tristan," the Frenchman snapped.

"Your titles have long since become meaningless," Klaus mused as he looked at the encircling vampires. He saw Marcel moving through the rubble, stealth was Marcel's ally and the fact all attention was on Klaus which had him looking at the van where his brother's woman lay.

"As are yours," Tristan taunted. "You peasants were never worthy of the titles you stole," he sneered.

"Is that so?" Klaus smiled. "Well then, if I am so unworthy, perhaps you can take my titles from me, after all, you possess the greater force, I am, again, at the disadvantage, so come on! Seigneur de Martel!" he held his arms out. "I welcome the challenge."

"You care so little for the witch," Tristan mused.

"She is inconsequential," he lied bluntly. "My brother's woman, he is so fond of his witches, he'll have a replacement for her within the month. So, shall you come for the titles you so value," he taunted. He saw the human and the wolf coming around, the human looked more aware and coherent than the wolf. Klaus smiled darkly.

"I believe I will leave it to the inconsequential," Tristan stepped back, a twisted smile on his lips.

"Fantastic," he decided as he looked around himself and he was fast. The vampires moved for him and he tore limbs from his attackers. He felt their warm blood rain around him as he used his fangs to rip out throats, he threw heads and hearts around as he caught his enemies. Smashing a powerful old vampires into the ground.

"Hello Aya, it's been a millennium since I saw you," he purred as he squeezed his hands around her throat.

She smiled as she gripped his wrist. He was thrown over her head as she rolled up to her feet, holding up her hands for a fight.

"Have it your way, darling," he smiled sharply as he felt the blood drip from his lips. "I'll have no mercy on my brother's strumpet."

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Stiles had seen, survived, and fought in supernatural fights; he had seen what his friends could do, seen what they were capable of, he knew how powerful a supernatural being could be. But he had never seen such a systematic display of tear down and discarding of enemies in such brutal fashion in all his life. Klaus Mikaelson tore them apart, bodies were dismembered and blood painted the rubble in such a fashion it was unmistakable as to what the vampire was doing. Stiles tore his eyes from the scene as he took cover, dragging Derek out of the way. He looked up at the van, seeing the women moving fast to escape with Davina. He scrambled up to go for her, running hard, a woman lifted up her hand as she spoke.