Sweetest Revenge (Vampire Diaries Fanfiction)

Sweetest Revenge

Sweetest Revenge: 4x01 TVD

I want to clear things up by saying that I never wanted this life. Most times people think they become who they are because there was always a part of them—their darkest part, that made them end up that way.

I never had a dark spot in me. I was innocent, I was loved and I had a shining future ahead.

But then Fate must have PMS'd all over my life and, well, I was stuck in a world I didn't belong in and thirsty for revenge. I watched everyone I love die—figuratively and literally. But I had made a few pacts over their memories. If you've ever lost anyone, you would understand the need for closure, revenge. I knew I couldn't die without my vengeance, and those pacts had sealed my future, a future dedicated to my family.

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"Where is he?"

It had taken me hours to get here, to this point. I still didn't quite know where I was—but I knew who I was looking for.

"Where's Klaus?"

Four people stared back at me. With energy running in my veins, I identified them quickly. A witch, a vampire, a human, and a hybrid. I wondered whether the hybrid would know where Klaus was, if he was so close to him. I wondered why the hell a human was in a basement with serious witch energy and three other non-humans.

Technically, I was human too. But I had connections to the vamp world—connections a certain Hybrid had claimed he would cut, but that was before he killed my family and sealed my place in the world.

I turned away from them and looked around the basement in agitation.

"Klaus! You can come out. I'm not leaving here and there's only one exit!"

A thousand voices slammed into me and rocked me on my feet. They screeched and hissed at me to get out, and I didn't just hear them; I could feel them, and understand what they were saying even if all voices were saying something different.

They all wanted me out—to go back to where I came from.

I put a hand to my head and winced. I couldn't deal with witches. Their powers pricked and jabbed me.

"Not the right time, Isabella," The hybrid in front of me spoke sharply and took a step toward me. The voices abated but the violence in the air did not.

"Who the hell are you?" I demanded, wondering how he knew my name.

"I'm Klaus." He growled, clearly displeased with his current form. I frowned before moving on, remembering how he changed forms when he needed to. "Now what are you doing here? I'm busy."

"I couldn't care less. We had a deal and you broke it."

"What the hell are you talking about?" He crossed his arms—or whoever's arms they were—over the chest of the body he was taking over.

"You guaranteed protection for my family," My voice was a low growl. "They've been taken."

His lips parted in surprise before he covered up the expression.

"Well, I've been a little busy," he shot a dark look at the witch, who had her head turned away from him but looking down as if he was the lowest scum of the earth. He had that effect on the good witches.

"Well, we didn't agree over you only protecting my family when you're not 'busy.'" I spat. "We agreed you would guarantee protection over my family. You gave me your word."

He couldn't argue with that, but he was already shaking his head in denial.

"There's nothing I can do in this body," He spat and looked down at the body as he said it. "And—ah, it's not my problem!" He raised his voice over the last part as he realized he was wasting time.