A/N This is my new story, I hope you enjoy reading the first chapter.

Anyway, on with the story, please enjoy.

The Devil's Adherent

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My lover's got humor, she's the giggle at a funeral

Knows everybody's disapproval,

I should've worshipped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece

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1001 A.D

"Foolish little girl. Get onto your feet...now!"

Seventeen year old Nikola looked up at her demanding father with a pleading look. Dirt dug underneath her nails as she tried to get onto her feet, but the pain in her ankle was too much to bear. She slumped onto the ground, tears filling her blue eyes, her lower lip wobbling as she tried to keep her tears inside. He towered over her, anger radiating off of his body, no sympathy on his face.

"I cannot, father. I'm in pain, please, I need to rest. Do not force me-"

He slammed the end of the wooden staff onto the ground."Silence! If you are to survive in this world, you need to be strong. Just because you are a woman, does not mean you cannot defend yourself. You're mother nurtures you, your brother attempts to protect you, I will do no such thing. I am to teach you the ways of survival, I will make you strong, child. Your brother cannot protect you forever, and I will not rest until you can gain the upper hand, I do not care what injuries you have."

He twirled the wooden staff around in his fingers before pointing it at her."Get onto your feet, Nikola, I will not tell you again."

She kept her eyes on his dark ones, warning flashing in them again and with a sharp tone, she heard him hiss."Ne me faites pas redemander." (Do not make me ask again.)

His voice was laced with no empathy and also a hit of a threatening nature. She looked over at her own wooden staff and with strength she didn't know she had inside of her, Nikola reached over and locked her fingers around it, pulling it close. Knowing that he was close to snapping, and with somewhat of a whimper, she used the staff to pull herself onto her feet.

Pain shot through her right leg, from her ankle, and through the rest of her shaking body. Her father showed no sign of praising her before he struck her with the staff. She barely blocked it, it was heavy in her hands, but fear forced her to move. They continued to battle, and as time went on, she somewhat forgot about the pain in her ankle, fear of her father making her slightly stronger.

He had been teaching her for almost a month, deciding that as soon as she reached the age of appropriateness, he would be her teacher. Her birthday had been a month earlier, and instead of celebrating it with their village, he had taken her out at dawn, and forced her to have her first lesson until the sun went down. Her mother had made him promise to let her live her childhood until he decided to make a fighter out of her.

As if he sensed her growing confidence, her father, spoke up.

"Always be on your guard, Nikola. Do not ever think that know your opponent. You can fight them for a hundred years, but they will always surprise you, they will always look for weakness. Never let them out of your sight, no matter what."

She frowned at his sudden words, but before she could reply or react, her father raised the wood and struck her hard in the ribs, sending her flying down onto the ground. He knocked the breath out of her lungs, making her cough, and she hit her head off of the ground, causing her to cry out in agony. Her wooden staff fell beside her, and she gazed up at her father, who only glared down at her, angry that she had been distracted. He didn't help her, he didn't offer her any sympathy, he just stood there.

Tears streamed down her pale cheeks, she sure that her back was going to be badly bruised.

"That is for your own good, child. It is a reminder that while we train, I am not your father. Get up."

Nikola attempted to do what she was told, but before she could even try, the young girl collapsed back onto the dirty ground. Her body was exhausted, and she began to sob once more, unable to move, she was in too much pain. Her body felt like it was being held down by a ton of bricks, and no matter how much she attempted to stand up, her body wouldn't allow her. Her father commanded her to fight the pain, to work through it, but Nikola couldn't, it was impossible.

"I'm sorry. I'm too-"

"Weak. You are weak. You must separate your emotions from your training. When we are out here, I am not your father...i am your teacher. Do not think otherwise. Today's lesson is finished, we'll try again tomorrow at dawn. I will not be so easy with you, not anymore."

He turned and left, leaving her there, on the ground."Father. Help me, please!"

He ignored her, just continued to make his way through the forest, making his way to where their home was. Nikola, more upset about how he was being with her, kept on sobbing.

She couldn't understand how cold he was being, how he would have just left her there. Her mother didn't want her learning, she didn't believe in women fighting. She was a traditional women, believing that women took care of men, and the men went out to provide. Though that didn't stop her mother from telling her to follow her father's orders. But since Nikola was their only daughter, her mother didn't put up much fight when her father wanted to teach her how to keep herself safe.

She had only managed to put it off until the day she turned seventeen, and since then, her mother had refused to speak of it. She loved her daughter, but had no power against her husband, so instead, her mother chose to ignore the fact that Nikola was suffering at the hands of a man who only cared about strength. Her brother had been the only person who fought for her, but had received a black eye and a broken rib for going against their father.

Pushing the thoughts out of her head, Nikola grabbed the wooden staff with weak fingers and slowly but surely pushed herself onto her knees. Letting out a long breath, she stabbed the end of the wood into the dirty ground, sure enough that it would take her whole weight.

Then, with one long push, she pulled herself onto her feet, putting less weight on her injured ankle. Nikola stumbled slightly, trying to hop deeper into the forest, but before she could move any further, she tripped over a rock.

Crying out, Nikola shut her eyes as she prepared herself for another fall, but before she tumbled to the ground, she felt strong but comforting arms arms lock around her.

"It's all right. I've got you."

Nikola's eyes snapped open when she didn't recognise the voice. She, despite her sore ankle, got onto her feet, hissing in pain. Her eyes widened when she saw a young looking man she had never seen before looking at her. Her blue eyes met his own ocean blue orbs and she pleaded with him, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

"Don't harm me! Please, don't-"

"I'm not going to harm you, love. I'm not your father."He attempted to sooth, his words proving that he had been watching her. He stepped closer, offering her a warm smile."In fact, I'm going to help you."

Present—Mystic Falls

"That's more like it."

Klaus fixed his collar as he nodded thankfully at the two witches who had returned him to his body, and he stepped over Alaric as he made his way over to Katherine, who backed up fearfully, her body shaking slightly.

Yes, she had been afraid of Klaus while he had been in the hunters' body, but the sight of him back in his normal one, his eyes sparkling with sadistic mischief, terrified her. She swallowed thickly as he towered over her, the power he knew that he held over her making him grin, but she knew what played in his mind. Part of her wished that he would just kill her, end the torment, but the other part scoffed, telling her that this was Klaus, he got off of torturing those he thought betrayed him. She had five hundred years of running to make up for, and nobody was going to save her.

"Klaus. W-What are you going to do to him? Elena will come for him."

He tilted his head, knowing just how fearful she was, and looked back over to the hunter."He's no use to me now, sweetheart. I'm going to let him go. But i've got an important matter to tend to first."

Klaus reached into his back pocket, pulling out a knife, the knife that Katherine had been using to stab herself. Her brown eyes widened as he advanced on her, and she backed away once again, shaking her head.

"Klaus. Haven't you got more important ma-AH!"

Katherine cried out in pain when he stabbed her harshly in the stomach. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered."Don't think i've forgotten about your eternal misery for betraying me, Katerina."

He twisted the knife and Katherine fell against his shoulder, biting her lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

Red dripped at her feet and her nails dug into his arm as he twisted it once again, before removing the knife. She gasped in relief, something that was short lived before he stabbed her for a second time. She wanted to pull away, to heal, but knew that if she did, her punishment would be unspeakable. Klaus was the person who haunted her, the only person who could make her feel small. Slowly but painfully, Klaus pulled out the knife and pushed her onto her feet once again. He brought it up, resting it against her cheek, brushing her skin almost affectionately. She winced as her blood smeared across her cheek, the tip of the knife close to her eye.

His hand came up, gripping her chin before he spoke once again."Do not think that you will make it out of here a free woman, love. The past while you've been with me is just the beginning, and it's only a taste of what's coming."

Unwillingly, a tear escaped her eye, something that was not expected of Katherine Pierce, but for just a second, Katerina Petrova showed herself. She knew that Klaus never forgave, he never forgot when he was done wrong, and this is what she had dreaded for the last five hundred years of running from him. With those last haunting words, he handed Katherine the knife, and she hesitantly took it before sitting down. He looked back at Maddox and Greta who had been helping him greatly.

They were picking up the candles that had been used in the spell earlier. They nodded respectfully at him, willing to do whatever he asked of them next. He needed Katherine out of the way, she had no right to see what was about to take place, he would wake her when he needed her for another task. He clicked his fingers and beckoned her over to him, which she did without a beat passing. Klaus's hand reached out and his long fingers wrapped around her neck, eyes meeting hers just before his pupils started to dilate.

"What you see next, what you hear next, you will forget instantly. All right?"

Katherine replied flatly."Forget."

"Good girl, now sit back down."

She nodded and made her way over to the couch, while he trailed over to Greta, smiling charmingly at her.

"Did you do what I asked, love?"

She, like Maddox, nodded."Yes. Nikola is on her way but isn't happy to hear that your brother has been daggered."

"I suspected as much, that is why I asked you to tell her, give her time to calm down. I had to make sure that she wasn't here when the witch was around."

Klaus had asked Greta to make sure that Nikola had stayed where they had previously resided, which had been just a few miles out of Mystic Falls, where they moved to after they had heard Isobel's information. She hadn't been happy when he told her that he was going to be going to the town first, to make sure that those who could be a threat to him were taken down before she joined him.

But when he told her that she had to stay with the coffins, just in case their enemies got their hands on them, she instantly backed down. So Nikola had stayed with his siblings, along with some of Klaus' other powerful witches and minions until he told her that she could join him. When it came to his siblings, Nikola was very protective, especially over Rebekah and she would be damned if young vampires go their hands on them.

"Where are the coffins?" Klaus asked, making Katherine arch an eyebrow before forgetting instantly, like he had compelled.

"A warehouse, just not far from here, protected with a cloaking spell, just like you wanted."

"Good. Your help is very appreciated."

She nodded, and the two witches turned to leave. But just before they could reach the exit, the door opened.

The sound of heels entered the apartment as the vampire made her presence known. Klaus felt a smile tug at his lips as he met blue eyes somewhat to his own. Greta and Maddox nodded at Nikola before they followed their orders and left a moment later, closing the door behind them. Nikola's eyes landed on Katherine, glaring slightly before they made their way to her sire, who was watching her closely, unsure of how she would react to him not helping Elijah. She walked towards him, watching as Katherine looked at the floor in fear, remembering how the vampire used to act around her before she escaped. She could only imagine what Nikola wanted to do to her for hurting Elijah and stopping the cruse for five hundred years.

"Nikola...you remember our Katerina."

Nikola eyed the doppelgänger carefully."Unfortunately, yes."

As soon as Katherine remembered seeing her, she forgot, and once again she shifted uncomfortably, as if seeing Nikola all over again. She stopped in the middle of the room, getting to know the environment then, all of a sudden, Katherine was tossed across it, slamming against the wall. She let out a shocked gasp, groaning in pain as she rolled fell in front of Nikola, who picked her up by the hair. Nikola wasn't as violent as the rest of the family, she never had to be, Klaus and Rebekah had spread word throughout the supernatural community that she wasn't to be touched.

But, when somebody hurt the closest thing she had to a family, betrayed Elijah who had taught her well, she had no tolerance for them. It made her skin crawl seeing Katherine once again, and she remembered seeing how hurt Elijah had been when Katherine left.

Klaus watched, amused, he rarely saw Nikola this mad, he was usually the one being violent of the two of them.

"I rarely get this violent, I leave that to Nik, but I've been waiting for this for five hundred years."

With all her strength, Nikola snapped Katherine's neck, tossing her to the floor like a rag doll. She brushed her hair out of her face as she turned around and faced her sire. Her eyes lit up when she saw him and a small, shy, smile curved at her lips when he grinned at her.

"Do you have any idea how creepy it is sleeping next to coffins?"

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