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Thirty-four: Klaus

Damon Salvatore stood before me with his devilish smile that seemed to make the girls swirl.
"I heard you're having baby mama troubles," he smirked.
I folded my arms over my chest, "And where did you get this information from?"
"Bon Bon has been having dreams," he shrugged, but I could see his darkened eyes from lack of sleep and his hair ruffled, as if he pulled his hands through them.
"Nightmares?" Elijah asked, curiously.
Damon shrugged again, taking an apple from the nightstand, throwing it into the air, then catching it.
"Does it matter? The point is, I can help you."
My heart seemed to freeze, hope, like needles pierced it.
"How?" I dropped the pretense, my voice turned to a plea.
"I need to see her, Hayley," Damon said.
As we walked through the hall way, something peeked my interest.
"Bonnie, you said she has been having nightmares. Makes me wonder why she isn't here herself."
"No offense, but the last time she saw you, you tried to kill her. Anyway, it's a simple task and I would prefer she stay far away from Original business."
"You don't trust me, mate?" I gave him my very own, devilish smile.
"I trust you as much as I trust Barbie Klaus, speaking of which, where is she?"
"My sisters presence is none of your concern," I said, clearly vexed.
The subject was dropped the moment they entered the room. Hayley slept soundlessly, her brown curls spread on her pillow. She looked so peaceful in sleep, almost younger. I remembered waking next to her, holding her.
"She is rather beautiful," Damon said, with a whistle.
I growled.
"Ease up there buddy," he patted my on the shoulder, "I'm not looking for any trouble."
He moved towards Hayley, lifting her shirt. I was next to him in seconds, an iron grip on his hand.
"What do you think you're doing?" My voice was rough.
"What Bonnie asked me to do? Although, I won't be much help if you tear off my hand," he motioned to my grip, and I let go.
He lifted her shirt, exposing her black bra and I gasped. Right in the middle of her chest lay a symbol, that gave an eerie feeling. It's lines intertwined in ways that spelt evil, as if written in letters.