Hi. My First TVD fanfic. Because I'm such a big fan of Klaus and Elijah and my fascination with the Originals... So well be kind please review. I apologize for any grammar errors and spelling mistakes and any historical inaccuracies that are taken at liberty. I will try my best... Just my take on the Originals and the history seen through the eyes of an outsider... I've been reading fanfics with Klaus and Other Characters and they are wonderful. Especially that long one by Niknakz93. Love your story Nic! Anyway this is a very toxic relationship. Don't recommend this in real life. One that is passionate but crazy and destructive. Like that Eminem Rihanna song. I'd always thought that whoever who could love Klaus must be downright insane and maybe she is, so I let you guys decide...

The Other Petrova Girl.

August 2011.

I looked out the window, from my gilded prison and saw the trailers and trucks driving up the curved, winding road, heading to the large mansion in the Cascades. I knew that he had came back. I hadn't seen him in three months when he left with that witch bitch and Maddox. I wondered if he had been successful this time, in breaking the damned curse. The curse that has taken over his life and mine for centuries now. I knew the moods he would be in if it didn't work out again.

He had flown into a terrible rage the last time, five hundred and eighteen years ago in England when Katerina had fled along with the moonstone. He had ripped half of his men, vampires and humans alike in pieces. Leaving a bloody trail of destruction in that once opulent English estate that could rival a Roman battlefield. He had even threatened to kill Elijah, his brother, bestfriend, second in command. But what he didn't know of course, was that I was the one who had given the moonstone to Trevor. I was the one who told Trevor to make sure Katerina had fled before nightfall. I was the one who betrayed Him.

I stared at the long line of vehicles making their way up. I saw a black Range Rover in front and I knew he would be inside. It stopped at the driveway and I had to look away. I didn't look forward to his return. The three months without him in the large house was a huge relief to me. His presence had always overwhelmed and suffocated me. Something I had never gotten used to, even with the centuries that had passed. I had tried to escape countless times but it was no use. He'd find me eventually. "You can't escape me Sweetheart...don't you know that? You and me...it's for eternity..."

I gave up after a while, resigned to my fate, being the bride of a monster. Maybe I was sick of running or that I just wanted to spare the casualty left at the wake of my escapes when he went on his rampage, looking for me. I went to my large white swing that was in the middle of the room and sat on it. He had it installed it there when we first moved in twenty years ago. I always had a penchant for swings and many childish things, like the carousel that stood in the middle of the garden out back and he'd indulge in me. He could be sweet sometimes with his angelic face. Playful and childlike and other times, he'd be the feared legendary monster that vampires worshipped and admired. Two dual personalities in one indestructible being.

It wasn't until the earlier part of the twentieth century with the field of Psychology advancing that I finally understood what he was suffering from and who he was. A sociopath, a narcissistic person with a multiple personality disorder. Of course he wouldn't listen to me. Why would he seek treatment or go see a shrink? The only cure was to have the curse broken. That would solve everything, that was the answer to everything, the key to eternal happiness and bliss. Both his and mine.

"Sweetheart..." I looked up and saw his smile as he walked into the room. I noticed that his golden hair was cropped short like a Roman soldier with long sideburns.

"You're back." I spoke in a rather monotonous voice. I cringed inside, waiting for him to fly into another rage at another failed attempt in breaking the damned damnable curse.

"I am. Now where is my hug?" He asked, still smiling brightly. I wondered if it was all an act, to cover up the anger simmering inside.

I stood up and walked tentatively towards him, still unsure, hesitant. "Oh Come on..." He huffed and pulled me into his warm embrace. My heart only beat faster. "Can't a man greet his wife properly..." He spoke and pulled me tighter.

I closed my eyes, for a while, feeling a little safe and relieved that he was there. He bent to kiss me and I let him, feeling his lips tenderly fused with mine, gently nibbling and suddenly I thought of Greta Martin and that lustful look in her eyes whenever she was around him. I pulled myself from his embrace and started to push him away.

"What was that for?" He snarled.

"You bastard!" I started beating at his chest. "I knew you slept with her. Didn't you? You lying sack of shit!" God...I was so angry. I just rained blows on his chest and face.

"I hate you!" I screamed. I did. I hated him so. Maybe no one could ever hate him like I did. And I had nothing but centuries of deep hatred within me. He pushed me away and growled. I saw his eyes flashed yellow and red. His fangs growing.

"I should hit you for that..." He spoke coldly. "No one gets away with that. No one!"

"Go ahead then..." I challenged. "Doesn't change anything Niklaus. You slept with her. You and that whory witch!"

"Of course I did..." He admitted, there was no a hint of remorse in his admission. I shouldn't be surprised. "How else would I get her to join me? How else can I break the curse without her witchy gifts? I had to make her think that she was special."

"I hoped it was worth it..." I spoke bitterly.

"Oh...it was..." He smirked. He then looked at me and his eyes were its original pale icy blue. "You know I didn't love her. I could never love her."

"It doesn't matter anymore..." I spoke sadly. And the anger at his infidelity vanished into thin air. Nothing mattered when you're trapped in a prison.

He took my hand and I let him. "Come...I have a gift for you..."

I only looked at him, expecting some gaudy garish jewelry like all the priceless jewels he had bestowed upon me. I was shocked when he took the pale pink stone out from his jacket pocket. "There...its now where it truly belongs..." He spoke and looked into my eyes. "With my immortal beloved..."

"How did you..." I looked at him. Oh My God...He found the moonstone... The one I had entrusted in Trevor's care five centuries ago. That meant...

"I did it My Love..." He smiled and kissed me gently, pressing his forehead on mine. "I broke the curse..." I swore my heart had stopped beating hearing it. What I had feared for centuries finally came to fruition.

"Now we can be happy Darling," Klaus smiled. "I'm finally free..."

Stefan looked around the large ballroom of the French styled mansion that Klaus had brought him to. It was a few miles north of Seattle, nestled in the valley with the imposing Cascades surrounding it. He had been traveling with Klaus for a week now. He missed Elena terribly but knew he had to leave. It was for her protection and Damon's. With Klaus far away from Mystic Falls, at least they would all be safe. It was a small price to pay. He wondered what Klaus' plan for him really was.

They hadn't done much mayhem and destruction. He was still drinking human blood mostly from blood bags and some days, one or two bodies. Stefan chose his victims, armed robbers, murderers or abusive pimps. He couldn't kill another innocent. After the girl last week, he knew his conscience couldn't take it anymore. He had tried to shut it off but everytime he wanted to, all he could hear was Elena's voice at the back of his head.

"And who might you be?" Stefan turned hearing a rather condescending male voice asking him. He saw a tall young man, around Jeremy's age. He was handsome, waves of gold and sandy hair and light blue eyes. He looked rather preppy, wearing a light blue shirt and a dark blue jacket and dress pants. Stefan could hear the beating of the young man's heart, and the rush of blood. Human?

"Someone you should stay away from," Stefan warned him. The young man only laughed and shook his head.

"I'm not afraid of you," He said with a smirk. He was arrogant, Stefan perceived. A rather spoilt good looking, obnoxious rich boy.

"You should..." Stefan said and stared at the boy. He wondered what he was doing there. In a mansion where an Original vampire lived.

"Ah..." The blonde one nodded. "Because you're a vampire?"

"Well you know what I am then...I suggest you leave..."

"You're not very helpful at all..." The young man said haughtily.

Stefan had lost his patience and grabbed the young man's throat pushing him against the wall. "Leave now before its too late!" He growled. The man looked at him and laughed. He could hear the rush of blood so close underneath the man's skin at his neck and Stefan felt his fangs growing. So close. His fangs would raze and pierce through the man's artery and his young obnoxious blood would flow.

"That's enough!"

Stefan turned when Klaus' voice rang through. The boy only laughed heartily hearing that as Stefan still held him up by his throat.

"What do you think you're doing?" Klaus had sped towards him. His tone was low and dangerous as he gripped Stefan by the throat which made him release the boy. Stefan felt the pain as his windpipe was almost crushed by the Original.

"You don't touch him do you understand me?" Klaus warned. "You don't ever touch him."

Stefan nodded and Klaus let him go.

"It was my fault Father..." The young man spoke and tried to control his laughter. "I just wanted to have some fun..." He went towards Klaus who hugged him.

"I've missed you..." The boy told Klaus. "Yes..." He breathed. "More than your mother I gather..."

"You know how she is..." The boy replied. Stefan only stared at the both of them, shocked by what he had heard and what he was seeing. Father? Klaus was the teenager's father? How was that possible?

"Stefan..." Klaus spoke and looked at the blonde teenager who stood next to him. Stefan could see the resemblance. Same shade of blonde hair, though the boy's eyes were a deeper shade of blue. He had the arrogance of Klaus pat down, the smirk even.

"This is my son, Alexander..."

"Your son?" He asked still not believing it.

"Yes..." Klaus nodded and gave a sly smile.

"How is that possible?" Stefan asked.

"Didn't Elijah fill you in?" Klaus asked, a glint in his blue eyes. "Originals can procreate, under special complicated circumstances of course...another advantage we have over regular vamps like you."

"But he's human?" Stefan looked at the teenager who only rolled his eyes hearing that. "Not for long..." Alexander replied.

"Yes..." Klaus smiled, a father's pride shining through his eyes and patted his son's shoulder. "Not for long..."