The Little Lockwood

Thirteen

EDITED

"That's actually one of my shirts love," Klaus says to me as we drive down a long empty highway.

I touch the hem of the grey shirt and glare at him,

"Of course it is."

"Alright so I killed you and Elena. Elena is still dead. And you came back to life due to magical Lycanthrope powers or something. Either way. You're still alive and I saved Damon's life. Why do you still hate me?" Klaus asks me and looks over at me.

I stay silent. Trying to go with my silent treatment plan.

"Come on. Don't test me too far little wolf. My patience isn't that perfect," Klaus growls, his grip on the steering wheel becoming harder.

I groan,

"I don't hate you...actually, no. Fuck you."

Klaus seems to chuckle,

"You don't hate me. I'm the closest thing you have to another Lycanthrope in this decade. I'm sure Elijah or someone told you about Annalise?"

I nod once, staying silent. A familiar unknown feeling inside of me for the hybrid happening at the mention of Annalise's name.

Klaus continues,

"Well you look and act like her to an extent, because Lycanthropes reappear every 500 years or so, but in reincarnations. You are a reincarnation of Annalise."

"Lovely," I snap bitterly and tie my hair up into a pony tail. I already knew all of this information, nothing new here.

We drove through the night since leaving Mystic Falls, and I'm still barefoot. I look out the window at the dawn coming over the horizon. The morning sun.

"Debria..." Klaus says softly, trying to get my attention again.

"Stop..." I look over at him,

"I don't want to be here, Klaus."

He looked back at me, his blonde curls a mess. And in the morning sunlight he looked more handsome and more human than I've ever seen him.

"I guess I'm asking you to trust me, Debria. Trust me that I won't keep you with me forever. We bargained a decade. I promise you'll return home by then," Klaus says gently, turning back to the road ahead of him.

I look back out the window, remaining silent.....

**two months later**

I walk next to Klaus as we stride into the large and almost empty Tennessee bar.

"I'll compel the bar love. You get us a few drinks," Klaus instructs me.

I sigh and go to the bar and order a water for myself and a bourbon for mr hybrid big boy over there.

It's been two and a half months, almost three. I've been away from home. Been away from Tyler, and Damon. I desperately miss my uncle Mason.
Klaus has me trapped basically, threatening to kill Stefan and Damon with his venom if I don't comply to his wishes.

He still wants me to turn my humanity off. But I refuse.

We've been searching for werewolves for Klaus to turn into hybrids like himself.

A man walks into the bar and sits next to me. I get Klaus's signal that this is the werewolf I need to charm. And I sniff once. Musk. Wood. Trees. Dirt. Man. Yup. Werewolf.