Secrets (Sequel to Vampire? TVD FanFic)

Part Twenty-One

After the whole ordeal with Stefan threatening Elena's life, Klaus told all of his hybrids to leave town. However, since then he hadn't heard anything from Stefan about the coffins so Klaus and I went round to the Salvatore Boarding House. We were lazing on the settee in the lounge, drinking Damon's bourbon when Stefan finally walked in.

"What are you doing here?" Stefan sighed irritably.

"Enjoying our stalemate," Klaus rolled his eyes.

"What do you want?"

"The question is what do you want, Stefan?" I rose my eyebrows at him.

"My hybrids to left town, as you demanded, so please tell me what to do to get my family back," Klaus added to my short reply.

"Well, the problem is Klaus, that I'm not negotiating," Stefan sat down across from us, looking as smug as ever. "You leave Mystic Falls, and then in a few years you give me a call and we'll talk."

"A few years?" I growled angrily, clenching the glass in my hand so tightly that it smashed into a million pieces, luckily it had been empty.

Klaus gave me a look to say stay calm, before saying to Stefan, "I'm going to give you another chance, just one more, let's make a reasonable deal."

"Or what? You make one move and I will drop-"

"Yes, that's right, crazy Stefan," Klaus laughed, "How's that working out for you?"

That was this morning though, and we resolved nothing. So Klaus thought it would be a good idea for us to visit the old witch house and check it out ourselves. We had to wait until night fall because when we walked in when the sun was out it burnt our skin, the witches obviously didn't want us there.

Finally though, Damon showed up an hour after we'd scoped the place out. We were waiting in the basement where candles were burning all around us. "He's here," I whispered, feeling my stomach flutter. I couldn't see the coffins, but I'd seen enough cloaking spells in my lifetime to know that it wasn't hard to hide some coffins with the power of one hundred witches. I had a gut feeling, and my gut feelings weren't often wrong.

When Damon walked in, he looked around with a confused look on his face. Obviously he'd been expecting to see the coffins. Klaus stepped out of the shadows, announcing his presence to Damon who turned to face him.

"Took you long enough," I rolled my eyes, following Klaus's lead.

"Hiding behind your witchy friends, and in squalor no less," Klaus raised his eyebrows in disgust as he looked around the dirty room, whilst I stayed back in the corner.

He laughed before the candles flared up and Klaus clutched his head, screaming as he fell to the floor. I gasped, but Damon just grinned, "Insulting dead witches in their home, not a smart move. I made the same mistake the first time I came in here."

"You know, the funny thing about witches is that living or dead, they care about their own," Klaus seethed on the floor, obviously still in some sort of pain, but not as bad. "One hundred dead witches, and a thousand living descendants."

I rolled my eyes at Klaus's stupidity, threatening witches in their own home. He was just asking for it now as they sent more pain through him, causing him to scream out again. "And I have no problem killing every last one of them, if I don't get my coffins back!" Klaus shouted angrily, pushing himself to his feet. "And as we speak, my hybrid friend is prepared to end the Bennett line."

The pain suddenly stopped and Klaus looked around impressed. "Now please, show me the coffins."

Three coffins appeared in the room and I gasped, stepping towards them. "Elijah," I whispered softly.