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03

Three Weeks since 'The Incident.'

Felix was reasonably sure that the world and the Gods had turned their backs on him as he stood in a crowded Montreal bar beside an immortal hunter, ordering drinks for himself, Felix, and the original vampire, Klaus.

"Calm down, Myshka," Sebastian said, wrapping an arm around the significantly shorter boy and pushing a drink toward him.

"I told you to stop calling me a fucking mouse," Felix snapped back, grabbing the drink and glowering up at the taller man, who just laughed.

"Listen, Katherine has been spotted at this bar both by me and your little visions, so we are going to hang out; try not to strangle or be strangled by our lovely boss," Felix cuts him off.

"He's not my boss," Felix growls, and Sebastian looks unimpressed.

"Okay, didn't think you preferred to refer to him as your master, but I won't kink shame, Myshka," Felix sputtered out denials, smacking the other man harshly.

"I was thinking jailkeeper or kidnapper, not that you freak," he said, taking a sip of the fruity cocktail Sebastian insisted he tries.

"Oh well, whatever, come on. Let's hope you get a little vision so we can find out if she's coming," Sebastian says, looking over Felix's shoulder to wear the teen knew Klaus was watching them.

The duo walked over to the small booth they had claimed, where Sebastian slid a bright pink drink over the original vampire, who stared at it and then slowly looked back up at the immortal hunter, who grinned brightly. "You said to get you anything," Sebastian justified, sipping his beer as he sat on the other side of Klaus, Felix moving to the other part, ignoring the tinge of fear that followed him anytime he was around Klaus now.

He wasn't sure of the exact rules of Klaus's compulsion on him, but it seemed that the constant reminder of his fear was to keep in check. At the same time, the vampire had proven able to make it devolve into an all-out panic attack with a single word, so the psychic could do nothing but suffer or beg the vampire to make it go away. It was a unique form of torture; sometimes, Klaus would do it randomly for no reason, just to keep him on edge, to remind him of his place.

"Any sign of our friend?" Klaus asked, looking towards Sebastian, facing the door and the crowd. Sebastian had tried to explain how he could sense and track vampires to Felix once, but he couldn't grasp it; it seemed he could feel their very being or something along those lines. Sebastian had told him that he, and his friend, who remained a very not discussed topic, would hunt the Mikealsons over miles without ever seeing them, but just knowing they were going the right way.

Sebastian shook his eyes, green eyes scanning the crowd before a frustrated sigh escaped his lips, "I need to move away from you, Klaus," he said, "It'll be easier to find her if I don't have your whole deal screaming beside me." Felix wasn't sure what that meant, but Klaus nodded once, not before grabbing the hunter's wrist before he could fully exit the booth.

"Don't try anything," the vampire warned, and Sebastian grinned.

"Don't worry, Klaus, I won't make you call Elijah on me. You'll just have to trust me, you know, since you don't hold my leash right now," he said, ignoring the way Klaus's grip tightened to the point it must have been painful before Sebastian was ripping his arm away and walking off into the crowd, leaving Felix alone with one of the people he hated most in the world.

Klaus glared at Sebastian's retreating form before he let out a long breath and turned his eyes to Felix, who immediately turned his attention to his drink, wishing desperately he could get shit-faced instead of sitting here way too sober.

He could feel Klaus's eyes on him like the ancient vampire was dissecting him. "There's something I don't understand, Felix," the vampire said, forcing Felix to glance at him from the corner of his eye, taking a slow sip of his drink as he waited for Klaus to continue, "Why are you putting up such a fight? I thought you didn't even know Katherine beyond knowing the Salvatore brothers were in love with her. Why are you so invested in protecting her? I doubt you are stupid enough to think she would let you still be involved with the brothers if she came back into their lives."

Felix frowned, "You kidnapped me," Felix said, fully turning to face the other vampire, whose expression didn't change. For about the fourth time that week, Felix was reminded that the creature before him was not human, "I don't want to help you, not because of Katherine, but because of you. You're a dick." Klaus laughed loudly, hand tightening around his fruity cocktail in a way that made Felix's gut churn; it was a laugh that usually led to blinding panic. "You said you liked my brazen attitude, and it's not like I'm not helping you now," he adds quickly, forcing down a sigh of relief when the homicidal ness left Klaus's eyes.

"Have I told you why I'm after Katrina?" Klaus asked; Felix frowned, shaking his head slightly. It wasn't often that Klaus referred to the woman as Katrina, at least not to Felix. "For centuries, I have been after a cure. A cure to a curse my own mother placed on me. You see, she had slept with another man, my father. He was from a clan that neighbored our village; our two homes hated each other, mainly because of a curse on my father's clan, a curse placed by my village centuries before. They were ruled by night, forced to turn into wolves every full moon, ruled by their emotions."

"Werewolves? Holy shit, are you saying werewolves are real?" Felix whispered, yelling, ignoring the amused glint that suddenly rose in Klaus's eyes at the psychic excitement.

"Yes, now let me finish," Klaus chided, "My mother feared what I would become and locked that part of me away, and when my brothers, sister and I were turned into Vampires, I became something different."

Felix frowned, "You're still a werewolf? Even after you died?"

"I'm alone, Felix. The only one of my kind, I can feel the wolf within me, desperate to escape, to be free. It's like an emptiness that can never be filled. Katrina was the key to removing the curse, finally freeing me and maybe, just maybe, making it possible to create more like me. A pack," and for a moment, Felix could feel the intense longing, the pain, and the beast crying out to be free, to run in the woods. And Felix felt for the monster.

"How was she the key to removing your curse?" Felix asked after a moment; he didn't notice the way Klaus stiffened slightly, his eyes lingered on Felix, and before the other vampire could answer, a shape was quickly approaching their seats.

"Klaus, Mikeal is here. We have to leave," Sebastian said; his hair tussled, and his breath came out in small pants; he looked like he had been running.

"How far?"

"A few miles outside the city, but you know how fast he can get here," Sebastian muttered, eyes glinting with that same predatory look Felix had learned to avoid; the hunter's body was shaking, and his eyes kept glancing around, lingering, on the bodies of the people around them, "I could slow him down. Call Elijah, tell him to let me," the hunter said suddenly, now excitement leaking into his voice. Klaus sighed.

"No, you'll just get yourself brutally injured again, not to mention everyone in here is intoxicated; you'd be wasted," Klaus reminded, standing up from his seat and gesturing for a very confused Felix to stand. "Let's go."

a/n: short chapters for the moment. I'm about to start my summer job, which is like 40+ hours a week, but I'm hopeful that I'll be able to continue to update.