I posted a new story: Life of Mine.

It's a sequel to "Ghost of Me" which follows Klaus and Jenna to New Orleans. There they will meet the rest of the Mikaelson's, Marcel, Sophie and the rest of the witches. There will be no hybrid-baby story, of course. Maybe not even a Haley, we'll see.

This is the prolog. The rest will be posted to the other story post.

He had come here as fast as he could. Still, it hadn't been fast enough. Klaus knew it would be bad, but nothing had him prepared for the sight before him. The blond vampire was chained to a chair in the middle of the room. Around her was dried blood on the floor and on the wall behind her, not to mention a good amount of it was on her clothes. Empty syringes lay scattered on the floor and the hybrid thought he faintly smelled vervain in the air. Above her seemed to be some kind of window that could be shut with a metal door. No doubt this was used to torture the young vampire with sunlight.

The woman's head in the chair hung low and she didn't move. Klaus approached her carefully, lifting her head to take a look at her face. When he saw that her face wasn't grey and covered in popped out veins, Klaus exhaled relieved. Her eyes were open, but lifeless. At least she wasn't dead.

"Jenna, can you hear me?" She didn't react immediately. It took her a moment to focus her eyes. It appeared she only realized now that someone else was in the room with her. Her breathing became labored and she began to trash violently against the restraints that kept her in her place.

"Jenna, it's me." Klaus grabbed her face and made her look at him more clearly. Once she seemed to realize who he was, Jenna stopped trashing and went perfectly still instead. "You're ok, you're safe now."

"I can't do this anymore." Her voice wasn't louder than a whisper, but Klaus had caught it. The look on Jenna's face said it all. She was ready to give it all up. What the hell had they been doing to her?

Anger rose inside of Klaus. He knew that it had all been his fault. He had taunted Marcel, went after him and his so called kingdom. His own selfishness and need to be number one had once again caused nothing but pain and torment for the ones he cared about. Jenna had tried to stop him, never losing faith in him. Why couldn't he just listen to her, to anyone, for once?

And to make it even worse he realized what Jenna was about to do. How many times had he witnessed this before? How many times had he been the cause of it?

„Don't do this, Jenna." Klaus' pleading voice reached Jenna's ears as tears streamed down her face. The last couple of days had been torture, literally. She was just about done with this; she hadn't been made for this. Part of her wanted it to stop hurting, no matter what the cost. The other part of her was in complete agreement.

"It hurts too much, it's too much." Jenna began shaking slightly as more tears fell down her face.

Klaus knelt down to her level and looked into her eyes. "Remember, you made me promise that I would never let you turn your emotions off. You know what it did to Elena. I know it hurts, but the pain is what keeps us human. Do you really want to become an unfeeling monster? That's not you, Jenna."

He knew the easiest way to stop her would be to compel her. Unfortunately, Jenna had been shot up with so much vervain that he would have to drain a good amount of her blood first and that would take too long. He didn't have that kind of time. She didn't have it either.

"I don't care." Jenna's voice broke.

"Jenna, don't!"

In a last desperate attempt he kissed her.