Tribrid Salvatore

Aftermath

Once Stefan told him to leave, Damon ran home at full speed. He wasn't sure whether it had been a good idea to leave Luna on her own but since Rose was with some friends out of state for the week and he stupidly forgot about Caroline it was their only choice.

Not ten minutes later, he arrived at the Boarding House, calling out Luna's name. Once she didn't answer, he immediately barged into her room. Maybe she was just asleep and didn't hear him... There was no one in the room, not a single trace of the four-year-old anywhere. He was about to call Stefan when he heard the smallest of whimpers coming from beneath the bed.

"Luna?" Damon frowned, kneeling down to look under the piece of furniture "What the...?" The vampire blinked, rubbed his eyes and stared at the tiny grey-white wolf in his niece's room "Luna?" he called softly, hoping that she would recognize him enough not to take a bit out of him.

The wolf cub whined, sniffing at the hand he was holding out carefully. Once it was done, the wolf shimmied towards him, jumping into his lap, licking him happily.

"Okay, okay," the older Salvatore laughed "I get it, you're happy to see me." Once he was sitting on his niece's bed comfortably, he pulled out his phone, dialing Stefan's number "I think you should come home. There's a bit of a problem... Bring Elijah if you can." Damon didn't give his brother a chance to reply and turned his attention back to the tiny white wolf. So she really was Klaus' daughter. He really hoped that Elijah was wrong when he told them about it but a part of him already knew that she really was the Hybrid's daughter. Whether they liked it or not "No, Luna... Wait," Damon called out when the wolf wriggled out of his arms, running out of the room at full speed.

"Damon?" Stefan questioned, seeing his brother looking around outside the front door "What's going on?"

The older of the two groaned "You're not going to believe this but Luna transformed into a wolf and I lost her. She ran out and I don't know where she is."

"What?" the younger brother laughed but when Damon didn't even smile, he froze "I'm calling Elijah." Stefan quickly pulled out his phone, informing the older Original of their problem.

Elijah looked at the phone he was holding with a puzzled frown. This shouldn't have been possible, at all. Why would Niklaus curse also cause his daughter to transform? He was keeping an eye on his younger brother, keeping his distance after he had gotten growled at several times.

Luna had no idea what happened. She had gone to sleep and woke up to find herself in unimaginable pain. Once it stopped, she was smaller... and it was weird in general. She had fallen down several times, trying to walk on four legs. She stumbled through the forest, trying to follow the scent that had reached her earlier. After several more minutes, she found a bigger wolf.

Klaus had been about to go and find something to hunt when he noticed a scent that drew him in. It was quickly coming closer and he readied himself when a tiny wolf – reaching only the middle of his own leg – tumbled out of the bushes. He growled at the small pup and tilted his head when she started wagging her tail. It took him a minute before he felt another tug somewhere inside of him. Something familiar... like family.

The smaller wolf nipped at Klaus' legs, jumping on her back legs to reach his face. He didn't quite know what to do, so he just watched as the little pup ran around him, occasionally jumping forward and back once he lowered his head. After a little while, he laid down on the forest floor, causing Luna to let out an excited bark. Klaus carefully started batting his paw at the jumping puppy and held her down whenever he managed to knock her off balance. While that was going on, he was careful not to hurt her or anything.

Luna for her part was having the time of her life. She had no idea why she was so drawn to the other wolf but she enjoyed playing with him. She whirled around when she heard a twig snap behind her. Before the pup could blink, Klaus was on his feet, growling in the direction the noise came from.