The Original Ripper

Chapter 37: "Niklaus may have turned him..."

"So let me get this straight? Lucien and Tristan are plotting against us and you want to use me as bait?" Layla summarised looking between Elijah and Klaus raising an eyebrow. "Did I miss anything?" Layla sneered as she got a cigarette out lighting it taking a drag sighing out the smoke.

"No seems like you got it all and cancer if you were human." Klaus joked making Layla glare at him.

"I am not playing sex toy for your charade just so you can add to your death toll." Layla spat drawing another drag.

"Well I figured since you taught him how to torture and play with his food if could be your job to distract him." Klaus informed her and Layla threw him the nastiest stare standing up shoving the chair away and storming out of the room. Klaus chuckled watching her leave. Freya got up running after Layla.

"Was Lucien your first love?" Freya asked remembering the endless babbling Layla had done in her witch body about her whole life. To say Freya found some of the stories frightening. From what she knew Layla didn't do remorse. She did bloodshed and she revelled in it. That had been the dangerous thing about Layla. The thing that even now Freya could not look at her sister the same. Upon meeting Lucien, Freya wondered if it was Lucien that changed Layla or if it was Layla that changed Lucien.

"Pretty much, I taught him how to kill, how to enjoy it, how to revel in the pain of others and how to play mind games with them. Niklaus may have turned him but I was the one that created the monster." Layla whispered her eyes meeting Freya's. She didn't know what to say to her younger sister.

"Look Niklaus does not mean what he said." Freya tried and Layla shook her head.

"I've known my brother for a thousand years Freya, you've known him barely a year. He means what he says and he will not apologise for it. I will do it for family." Layla shared as she sped away. As she continued down the street her eyes fell upon a fair skinned man who was exceedingly tall and his grey eyes landed on her with a light as his cupid bow lips tilted up in a smirk. Walking over to her he roughly patted her on the back walking with her. "Wilhelm?" Layla asked with a playful grin. He chuckled nodding.

"It's been way too long huh? Can't say I missed your ugly face." Wilhelm commented as the two walked.

"Oh I have missed you." Layla informed him.

"I know, I'm the same." Wilhelm shared.

"Are you in the fight of the sire lines?" Layla inquired.

"No way in hell. You honestly believe I'd waste my time on that? Nah lucky for you I gathered up all I could find from your sire line, we've found our own peace but that does not mean we don't have enemies. We have a lot and a lot of your sire line are rippers. I mean I lucked out in not being one. I guess you could say I'm here to repay the favour you did for me all those years ago." Wilhelm informed her brushing her hair to the side and leaning down kissing her cheek and tilting his head to the side.

"I guess you are one of those rare people that vampirism brings out the best in. I'm glad you showed up." Layla informed him as he brushed his hair out of his face.

"I'll see you around Layla Castle." Wilhelm teased slapping her arm and speeding away. Looking back at him Layla laughed lightly before continuing down the road to the bar. As she found her way to the bar she walked to the nightclub draining 20 men and feeding on 30 more.

FLASHBACK:

Layla had survived the werewolf bite. Lucien had been relieved and so had Kol once he found out of the illness plaguing Layla. As Layla was standing in the open field of daisies she awaited Lucien who walked up to her with a welcoming smile. As he finally met her halfway he placed a slow kiss upon her lips. Lucien brought his lips back on her lips wrapping an arm around her waist and Layla pulled away with a wide grin.