Stronger Than Compulsion // Klaroline

1. Finding His Weakness

Before you read:
Camille and Hayley are not involved in this story, nor is Hope, Davina or anyone else besides the main characters. Only the Mikaelson's and Marcel and some of The Vampire Diaries people who may pop into the story (obviously Caroline, but others as well). Enjoy! :)

Marcel

The sun shines brightly onto Rebekah's pale skin as she stirs slightly in her sleep, snuggling closer into my bare chest. I run a hand through her blonde locks, causing her eyes to flutter open.

"Morning beautiful," She smiles as I gently caress her cheek.

"Good morning my love," Her blue eyes are full of lust for me, and I can't help kissing her lips. They were soft and pure unlike last night when they were rough and teasing.

"Are you up for another round of what went down last night or are you too sore, hm?" I growl in a playful voice. She laughs wildly as I flip her over, running my lips along her collar bone.

"Marcel I think you forget I'm an original- I don't get sore," she sends me a playful smile.

I am about to tear the sheets off of her body before I hear a loud ring. Grunting, Rebekah gently pushes me off of her and grabs her phone, reading the screen with a frown.

"Who is it?" I sit up, using my elbows to support me.

"My brother," I almost roll my eyes. Almost.

"Which one?"

"Nick," My hands grip the sheets out of anger before fully sitting up like she does.

"What does he want?" It wasn't a secret how much I loathed my once best friend, almost father I could call him. Although I keep it on the down low when Rebekah is around because I know she loves him dearly for some odd reason, and is so fond of the idea of him being a good person. I know deep down she really knows what he's capable of- death, revenge, murder.

"Be quiet, he doesn't know I'm here or that we're still seeing each other and I'd like to keep it that way," With a huff, I fall back onto the mattress, playing with Rebekah's hair as she answers the phone.

"Hello Nick," Her tone is warm and welcoming. It sickens me how he can play her so easily. One moment he's protecting his little sister and the next he's trying to tear her throat out- I won't allow him to toss her aside like nothing anymore or make her feel useless.

"Where are you Rebekah?" His voice isn't nearly as kind and gentle as I listen into their conversation. It was more harsh and demanding- just like him.

"I'm out shopping, why? Did you need something?" Her eyebrows furrow together as she stands up, walking over to the closet where she kept some of her clothes for nights she slept over. She rummages through, picking out some jeans and a white lace top with a jacket to match, laying it on the dresser.

"No, I was just checking in... Actually, now that I think about it I would like to know something," She stops in her tracks, nervously hitting her nails.

"What is it, Nick?" She attempts to sound collected.

"You aren't seeing Marcel anymore, correct?" With a fake laugh and smile, she shakes her head.

"Don't be silly, I'm over him Klaus. I have been for the past weeks." Even if she was lying, a small pain in my chest erupts. I get out of bed as well, quietly tip toeing over to her. I lace my hands around her waist as she tries her best to act as if nothing happened.

"Good. Do you know where he is? I need to have a discussion with him about boundaries now that I have my rightful city back," I shiver at his words. It disgusted me. Klaus Mikaleson, owner of New Orleans. I shudder.

"I haven't seen him since we called it all off. Perhaps you could try the pub he always visits?" Her lying skills are almost too good.

"Yes, well tell me if you do run into him."

"I will."

"Have to run Rebekah, stay safe."

"Bye Nick," and with a button, the call is ended. I turn her around to face me.

"You're a pretty good liar," I say. She smirks up at me.

"I've only learned from the best," She bites my lip and I bring her closer.

"We need to take down Klaus," It slips from my mouth before I can stop. She pulls away, surprised.

"What?"

"Rebekah you see the way he is destroying me. He took my city, he took innocent people's lives-"

"He's my brother, Marcel!" Her voice raises.

"Your brother kills people for fun-"

"He kills them for family, to protect people!"

"How can you not see what he's done, Rebekah? You're so clueless, I swear. You ignore all the terrible things he has challenged and instead focus on how much he 'cares for you'," Her face turns cold, shaking her head whilst changing into her clothes.

"That's not true," She attempts to defend herself and her brother.

"It is and you know it. You let him throw you around all the time and for what reason? Because he's a good guy? Bullshit-"

"That's why you came here, isn't it? Last night you told me you were sick of fighting with Klaus and wanted me back so I gave in. But no, you're no better than you were before. All you focus on is making my brother weak and I'm tired of it," She grabs her shoes, pulling them on.

"No that's not why I came here. Of course I didn't come here just for revenge. I came here for you. Okay?" Rebekah's face softens a bit, but she still wears a frown.

"I need to go find Klaus and pretend to help him look for you-"

"Don't you see? He won't stop either. Rebekah, listen to me. Klaus will stop at nothing to make my life hell. He already took away my city and tried to take away my allies and now... Now he's taking away you. He's playing you. He's playing us all and the sooner we figure out his weakness and stop him from owning us all, the sooner we can be free. All of us," I huff out. She sighs, almost knowing I'm correct.

"You can't kill him. So what would you do?"

"Find a way to hurt him like he hurt me," I explain. She runs a shaky hand through her hair, taking a seat at the small table.

"If this all goes down, I don't want to be part of it. If Klaus finds out I'm even with you... He'll ruin my life."

"He won't. But that's the exact reason I need you. I need to know his weaknesses, Rebekah."

"Like what?"

"Anything that got him distracted. Something he cared about, something he wants," I inform her. She looks up as if something clicked.

"What, what is it?" I pester. Nervously, she bites down on her lip.

"What Rebekah?" I raise my voice, eagerly.

"Well there was this one girl..."

"Wait a minute, Klaus loved someone?" I say sarcastically. She rolls her eyes, sighing.

"Yes. Her name was Caroline Forbes."