"I couldn't bear to tell either of them, after everything they had been through today." Stefan whispered sadly. He slowly pulled his arm away from his side and tilted it up to the moonlight. He stared at the huge gash on his forearm!

He could hardly believe what had happened. It seemed like this nightmare was finally over. And now it was just beginning...for him.

"Is there a cure?" Stefan questioned, fear etched all over his face, his hands burying themselves back in his pockets.

"In all my 1000 years on this earth I have never heard of one. But there is one person who would know." Elijah replied .

Stefan studied Elijah's face and all of sudden it came to him. "Klaus?" He whispered, terror lacing his words.

Then right before his eyes Elijah's face turned white as a sheet, his eyes wide as he nodded to his question. Stefan turned around slowly towards the crypt entrance following Elijah's open mouthed stare...

There was a man standing on the stairway of the tomb, smirking at both of them…

Suddenly the man rushed at Elijah, slamming into him, his arm pinning him against the wall beside the tomb. He still hadn't said a word and then calmly and menacingly turned to look at Stefan...

"My my, little vampire." He started to say, smiling at him.

Elijah grunted and struggled to escape his vise like hold of him. The man studied Stefan curiously and then with a smirk he whispered. "Did my brother not tell you... the Big Bad Wolf was coming to town?"

Stefan gasped, his eyes showing confusion and then sheer terror as he realized who was standing in front of him…

"Oh my God...Klaus?"

Stefan just stood there, his undead heart pounding like a drum. He could feel the air just turn to ice around him as the realization of who was standing there hit him like the wind had been knocked out of him. This man was the Original vampire?...The most feared and hated vampire of all time? He drew in a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart as he felt the man's eyes raking over him.

The man nodded to Stefan, still grinning from ear to ear. He let go of Elijah's throat and backed away to stand in front of them both. His stance alone made him look like a force to be reckoned with. He leaned casually against the wall behind him, the Cheshire cat smile still wide as he looked back and forth between the two men.

Elijah was the first to speak after Stefan had gasped out Klaus' name. He had no idea how he could be here so quickly. He had taken every precaution to make sure the knowledge of the doppelganger did not reach him. He had killed the men trying to kidnap her just a day ago. How had he known so fast? His face was full of questions as he dared to open his mouth and voice them.

"You knew? How did you know to come here?" he queried cautiously.

Klaus leveled his gaze at Elijah and took a step toward him. "Did you think I didn't have my people watching you?" He smiled at him, enjoying the look of absolute disbelief on his face. He had had someone following Elijah for days already. He had learned from one of his witches that Elijah had been called by a woman named Rose a few days ago. He had been searching for her for centuries when she and her friend Trevor had betrayed him and helped Katerina escape.

"Yes, one of my faithful witches intercepted a message meant for you...from Rose." Klaus bore his eyes into Elijah's. "Such a lovely young lady." Klaus trailed off. "Or rather she was..."

Stefan remembered her. At the time that Damon and him had rescued Elena after the Masquerade Ball, the woman had found them and shared her story of running from Klaus for 500 years. He hadn't seen her since he had gotten locked up in the tomb.

Klaus interrupted his thoughts. "Ah yes, she was tired of running it seemed." He sighed and crossed his arms in front of him. "I found her in an old abandoned mansion a few hundred miles from here late last night. She was crying over her friend. You know the one Elijah; the one that betrayed me. He seemed to have lost his head."

He glanced quizzically at Elijah again. "That didn't happen to be your handiwork did it, brother?"

Elijah looked down and away from him. So he had found Trevor and now sounded like he had killed Rose and was no doubt after Elena.

"Yes I thought so," Klaus smiling knowingly. "At first she was not very cooperative but I eventually got the whole story out of her. She told me what I wanted to know; that she was alive and just where I could find her. She wanted the torture to be over. She was begging me to end her life. She kept looking back at that young man on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. She wanted to be with him..."

His arrogant smirk melted away and his eyes grew darker. "So I granted her wish."

Stefan backed up in surprise his eyes wide. His mind was racing as he just listened to the two vampire's conversation. They were both Originals so what did that all mean? He had heard Klaus refer to Elijah as brother twice now. How many Originals were there?

This wasn't over. He knew damn well who 'she' was. And she was not safe at all. He had to get to Elena! She had no idea she was in danger. He had no way to reach Damon to warn him that Klaus was already here. They were sitting ducks at the mansion. Klaus could walk right in!

He clenched his fists at his sides and gritted his teeth. Damn it! Why didn't he think to tell Damon to take her home! At least there she was safe from other vampires!

Klaus saw him reacting to what he had said and turned his attention to him. "Did you enjoy my show? I do like to make an entrance." He raised his eyebrows slowly just waiting to see the baby vampire's eyes widen even more at what he said.

"You..you mean you were behind this? This whole day? Everything?" He stammered as his heart pounded harder.

Klaus laughed at him enjoying seeing him squirm. "Well not everything." He drawled. "I gave the wolf a long leash." He smirked at his pun. "But yes, I compelled him to find out about the doppelganger and you and your brother…"

Stefan just fell against the wall in shock, his mind just flashing through the nightmare they had just endured having no idea there was a mastermind above it all. "All of it? You...you just wanted to see Elena?"

"Ah, Elena..." He smoothly rolled her name off his tongue.

"Yes, I compelled the wolf to find my precious doppelganger and learn all he could about her and her protectors." He motioned to Stefan. "Granted, he had his own agenda with the lot of you and I let him have his fun. He was very creative."

Klaus smiled again, raising his one eyebrow. "However I had given him strict instructions not to kill her, but to do what he wanted with you and your brother. It was almost like watching a bloody film!"

"Wait a minute...You saw us?" Stefan asked completely scared of the answer. "You were here... the whole time?" He was starting to think that his and Damon's protection of Elena needed serious improvement. This was the third person that had been watching her and they both had no idea. What the hell was wrong with them? How had they both not seen the danger so close?

Klaus nodded again "Yes I was here. But not the whole time. I got sick of all your begging and the tears and the kissing!" His face twisted up into a fake pout and he saw the vampire's eyes show his fear and probably disbelief at the knowledge that he had witnessed everything that day.

He rolled his eyes at him in mock amusement. "I could have gouged my eyes out or better yet filmed a, what was it called again? Oh yes Fifty Shades of fucked up movie here." He pointed to the clothes still lying all around the crypt and made Stefan aware that he was still without a shirt.

Stefan kicked at Alaric's bag in frustration. Damn, this vampire. It was all a game to him?

He saw some clothes tucked in the side of it, bent down, pulled out a long sleeved shirt and pulled it over his head, glaring at Klaus. He stood back up, his head leaning back against the wall of the tomb thinking of all the horrible things that Elena went through. She probably was still so scared but he prayed she was finally feeling safe now that Brody was dead. She had no idea there was a new threat so close!

Elijah had been quiet this whole time listening to Klaus gloating. He was trying to figure out what to do. It seemed that Klaus was not here to kill him no matter the differences they had in the past. But he needed to get ahead of him and his plans. He could not let him break the curse. His brother could not be allowed to be that powerful.

Klaus casually walked closer to Stefan. "I can see that you and your brother both fancy my doppelganger?" He enunciated the "my" to be clear with Stefan who's she really was.

He stepped right up to the edge of the tomb, inches from Stefan and couldn't resist gloating more. He looked up and around the doorway of the tomb and laughed again. "And how perfect for me that you are trapped in here. Obviously my little pawn gave you problems of your own. I thought that was such a fitting end, to his life and yours, didn't you? The look on your face..." Klaus started laughing again. The sound permeating the silence in the tomb.

Stefan knew he meant the werewolf bite. Shit, had Klaus told the werewolf to bite him? Was this all part of an elaborate plan to kidnap Elena? He had to get out of there!

Klaus leaned his arm on the wall beside the tomb the smirk of his impending victory firmly in place."I was actually looking forward to fighting you for her. Love is a powerful thing you know. You are making this way too easy."

Full of rage at his words, Stefan slammed into the invisible wall! This could not be happening!

Klaus just grinned. "That's the spirit! I knew you had some fight left in you... Too bad it won't help you much from in here!" The Original eyed Stefan knowing that there was nothing that he could do about it.

He turned away from him. "And you..." He glared at Elijah. "Thinking you could outsmart me. I will always be one step ahead."

Klaus leaned in a little closer, his voice low and menacing as he whispered, "...Brother."

He strolled back to the doorway, the full moon shining through and falling on his face. "I will leave you now and know right where to find you. Don't worry, I'll be back."

His eyes locked onto Stefan's. "It's time for me to go lay eyes on my precious doppelganger." He winked as he turned to leave.

"NO!" Stefan yelled out, slamming back into the invisible wall. But it was too late. Klaus sped up the stairs and out of sight.

"No! Stay away from me!" Elena screamed, bolting upright in bed, her arms flailing in front of her. It was pitch dark and she could not see anything. Someone had grabbed her and she felt herself thrown to the floor. Her head hit the wall and she struggled against the dizziness threatening to overwhelm her.

"NO! Stop!" She felt someone crawl on top of her, grab her wrists and throw their weight onto her as she thrashed around screaming, fighting and kicking. Her eyes were filling with tears. "Please no. Please," she whimpered still struggling.

"Elena! Elena!" She heard her name but had no idea where it was coming from. "Elena!"

Someone was on top of her, shaking her. The blankets and sheets were tangled around her and the more she kicked, the more tangled she got. "No, please don't hurt me," she begged. She clawed and screamed and swung her head back and forth. Her hand felt sticky and wet as she pushed against the person's chest.

She strained her eyes, seeing the faintest light in the room and the shadow of a tall post on the bed behind her. She was still in Damon's room, she thought. But where was he?! Why wasn't he saving her?

"Elena!" She heard her name again. It sounded like Damon was calling her. She frantically looked around again, her eyes fighting the darkness as she reached out for him. She could hear him but she could not see him. She scratched at the man's face as he held her down and he growled as her nails raked across his cheek.

"Damon! Help me!" She cried out weakly, tears all over her face.

Her attacker slammed her head against the floor and tore at her clothes, ripping Damon's shirt and then the pajama pants apart, before his hands were all over her bare body. She felt a strange stickiness on her skin, dripping onto her chest and stomach as the torn garments were ripped from under her.

Her hands were feeling around in the darkness and brushed against thick fabric above her head. She pulled with her all her strength, ripped the curtains off their hooks and light poured into the room. Her eyes slammed closed at the brightness but she forced them open a second later.

The wolf was above her...His sick, lustful grin on his face.

Her hands pushed again at him as he looked her. She felt more stickiness as she tried to hold him back off her. Her eyes slowly slid from his face lower and lower till they focused on his chest…

She pulled her hand back as the scream built in her throat. His chest was covered in blood, a huge hole right through his burned and blackened hoodie where his heart had been! His blood was dripping onto her bare body and running in trails down her sides.

Her eyes flew back to his face as she saw him grinning at her. "You think death can stop me from having you?" He laughed at her, his eyes cold and lifeless, his skin just as pale.

He looked dead but what he was doing to her made him frighteningly alive. He pulled her arms up and held her wrists tight with one hand. "We did not get to finish what we started, Baby." His eyes went lower and lower on her body, drinking in her olive skin.

She shut her eyes tight the second she felt the wolf's other hand on her breast, the blood smearing all over her naked body. He moaned in pleasure as he massaged it. Then he made a trail of red down the middle of her chest and his one finger moved through the blood lazily writing a word on her belly.

"Mine," he whispered, underlining the word. His eyes widened as his bloody fingers went lower and lower...

"Damon!" She screamed again, her voice cracking as her terror filled pitch pierced her own ears.

"Elena!" She heard him calling out to her again and her eyes searched the room for him. His voice was more frantic this time than before. Where was he?

In a flash the wolf's hand grabbed her chin, spreading blood all across her mouth and forced her head toward his. "Shut up! No one is coming for you!" He hissed against her cheek.

She saw him laughing and felt his grip tighten on her wrists as his mouth moved closer and closer to hers. He was going to kiss her.

She shook her head back and forth fighting to get away from him! Her eyes were tightly shut again as his mouth was a mere breath away.

Then their lips touched; not hard and rough but rather soft on hers. The kiss was tender and gentle and she felt herself strangely start to relax. She felt her wrists being released but she had no desire to lash out or to fight back anymore. She felt safe; as insane as that sounded in her head.

Everything felt a little fuzzy but she melted into the kiss and found herself reaching out to touch his face, his strong cheek bones against the pads of her fingers. She could hear him breathing fast and hard. Her heart was pounding but she no longer felt scared.

Finally her lashes fluttered open and she saw ocean blue eyes gazing into her brown ones...

Author's Notes: Hey all! Here is the first taste of Book two. I hope you enjoy it. Please review and let me know what you think. I'm super excited to start this one. Its going to be full of surprises and excitement and intensity. I promise you the wolf is indeed very dead and the rated M for the near rape is not happening again. He is gone and anything like that will only be in her reliving things trying to get past them.