thkx for liking my taltened work. I am writing the next chap now. you will like it for sure!

There will be plenty of klayley scenes in the update

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Elijah walked at a steady pace to the doorway of their castle. He was trying to keep his pace at a normal rate so that attention wouldn't be drawn to him. The help was known for their gossiping ways and their most attitudes. Although his brother always proposed to him a simple way to rid them of this pesky issue, Elijah wasn't for the slaughter of innocent people. Instead he opted to simply discourage the servants from trailing him by staying coy. This plan seemed to work plenty but somehow trouble stirred whenever a secret was to be kept inside the castle.

A tall man was waiting for the Original at the end of the hallway with a terrified expression, he wasn't one to visit the grounds or the owners often. This was the cause for his nervous behavior. The man was walking constantly not letting himself stop even for a second. When he saw Elijah approaching his posture rose as well as his head.

''Good evening sir. I hope you are doing well tonight.'' The young man commented with a whisper. The rumors of the reckless, murderous Originals weren't just a fabrication of some petty tale. They were all true if not far worse. The Originals were cold, vengeful, heartless and selfish. No one had proof otherwise and none was needed. This image suited the old vampire family well but the fear he would see in the eyes of their visitors sometimes pained Elijah. Klaus called him weak in those types of situations yet that didn't strike the Original anywhere hurtful.

''I am fine. Let's cut the small talk, I happen to be in a hurry so why don't you hurry this along.'' Elijah's impatience was a force to be reckoned with. It had been a long day and all he craved was a chance to rest even if for a moment. Soon he would have to look after the new addition to their home, Niklaus' fiancé. She had looked worried all night, the moments with his brother had to have made things worse.

Niklaus was known for his impulse and hatred towards people standing in his way. Elijah tried to clear his head but as he felt the moonstone gripped tightly behind his back, he knew it was worth it.

That had been the arrangement after all, if the moonstone was to be handed over to Elijah then William Forbes' daughter would be protected for the rest of her life. In order to satisfy the man the older Mikaelson had sworn to marry the young blonde Forbes to one of his well mannered brothers. Unfortunately Niklaus had been the only one without a dagger in his chest. Kol had been going on killing sprees since they had been turned and Finn's suicide missions were getting boring. In retaliation Klaus had silenced both of them without a simple warning.

''Katherina has just arrived to a house near my own. She has confined in me already describing the reason behind her arrival. Apparently after she gave birth to a child, she was banished to England. Her father cut all ties and she will know reside here until she can move on.'' The man spoke with knowledge that had taken him weeks to relinquish from the brunette.

''Well we wouldn't want our guest to feel unwelcome. Lord Niklaus will be arranging a ball in due time and you will be required to bring the Petrova girl, or else.'' Elijah added the threat with a terrifying, murderous glance.

The man nodded furiously before bowing and retreating to the outside world again. He had begun to shiver from fright which was unaccustomed but he couldn't help the fear shooting through him.

Rose was right. The young man thought in his head. If Trevor had listened inside of getting tangled in the Lord Nilklaus' new plan then maybe he wouldn't feel as guilt for his growing feelings towards Katherina Petrova.

Rough fingers covered in black shards of charcoal carefully brushed against the ridged and torn parchment firmly placed on his lap. Niklaus stared at it with a serious and concerned look upon his face, pursing his lips together as he contemplated the minor details of the sketch in front of him. He never felt as if it would be perfect but the efforts were certainly worth it. He pressed a thumb to his chin as he contemplated his next detail. He hadn't been interested in drawing something in particularly, just brief sketches.

He brushed his fingers gingerly against the paper with a gentleness that was considered foreign and absent for him.

Something seemed to be mission in his sketch. it was a simple dark outline of their castle, it hadn't been much but the lining around the edges represented the aggressive behavior surrounding him. Although he usually caused the pain he still didn't enjoy taking all the blame. It was more fun to spread the accusations. He was a monster indeed but he wasn't the only one.

Taking a step back to admire his work, a sigh escaped Klaus as he turned to the table beside him, and grabbed a white towel. The black from his fingers stained the cloth fabric a dark ashen color before he wiped the charcoal mark from his chin, and tossed the towel aside. A short,but painful groan from behind him caught his attention. Turning, a smirk inched onto the hybrid's dark lips when he noticed movement coming from the man chained to the wall especially built for him and these sorts of situations. "Well, perfect timing as usual John" Klaus remarked, tilting his head to the side as he eyed the bound vampire, "It seems that my art hadn't drawn my attention away from the disturbing news that had hit me. And we both know how much I enjoy the art of torture. Do you agree?"

The vampire was quiet, raising his head to expose his fangs at the Original, who was completely unphased by this gross display of hostility. "Now on to more mannered subjects, you chose to steal the moonstone and return it on some useless conditions? That was rather bad planning but it only makes this all the more fun" Klaus shrugged his shoulders and approached the vampire, relishing in the brief pain that the vampire allowed himself to show. His exposed wounds weren't healing as quickly as before, his body must have been too exhausted from all the tearing it had experienced the past few days. His shredded muscle tissue and ligaments that came from the incisions of the hooks of the chains were still dripping dark red crimson blood onto the carpeted floor. He groaned once more trying not to give in but it was difficult, the pain was clearly unbearable. "That looks like it hurts," Klaus noted, before raising his head to look the prisoner in the face.

''Shall we continue?'' Klaus smiled proudly knowing his anger would soon be tamed, for a few hours.

Klaus managed to break the his hand once again in a flash knowing the faster the tearing the more the pain would last. It would be unexpected and in that way just as harmful. He snickered before grabbing a knife off the table nearby and letting it cut through his shirt and into his chest. The sharp end was a mere centimeters away from the vampire's heart. Klaus let the weapon stay occupied inside of the vampire as he continued.

Deciding to prolong this next move, Klaus slowly rammed his fist straight inside of the man's stomach, he reached the necessary organ after some muffled, loud cries from John. Blood splattered from the organ as he crushed it in his hands yet again. The amount of times Niklaus had resorted to this form of punishment was uncountable. A few dots of red stained his shirt but it hit his face as well, causing him to frown as he threw the remains of the destroyed organ into a bucket standing firmly on the ground near him. He noticed the stains covering his expensive rug.

"Now, look what you've done. I reckon it is time for you to take another nap.'' With fury in his eyes Klaus snapped the man's neck. He headed to the bathroom hoping the blood would come off easily from his precious antique patterned carpet.

Hayley awoke with a gasp as she felt an unfamiliar pain rising to her neck. She rubbed the area slowly before looking around the room noticing how different it was in the morning light. It had a feminine touch to it considering the walls were light pink. Hayley smiled at the memories of her old room. It was much much smaller but it was home and that was all that had mattered to her. Now she was stuck in this foreign castle hoping not to bump into the terrifying monster, her fiancé.

A knock rang out followed by her door opening. A gorgeous blonde girl entered glancing briefly at the room before resting upon her. She looked serious and indifferent towards her, not even a second look was given to Caroline who dried her eyes with the sleeves from her soft dress.

''Well what are you doing on the ground? I heard you came from some commoner family but I honestly thought you knew that beds were meant for sleeping in. Come on, get up! Niklaus warned me you had to look presentable. And judging by your appearance you will defiantly be requiring my help.'' The girl gracefully walked towards Hayley pulling her by her arm into a large bathroom. After some convincing Hayley let the girl part her hair equal bring her curls loosely down. They covered her face in a way that made her hair and eyes shine out through a crowd.

Then Hayley returned trying to get some answers out of the young woman. Her identity was unknown but not for long.

''Who are you?'' She snapped finally, the annoyance wasn't hidden very well. She wasn't going to just be ordered around by this woman who she barely shared two words with. Hayley needed to somehow uphold some of her dignity. She deserved at least this much while leaving in this horrid house.

''Watch your tone. And my name is Rebekah, you will do well to not anger me. Lets just say I am the only girl among all of my dangerous brothers.'' The blonde girl was vicious and fierce as she passed to a large dresser to pick out a deep red gown for Hayley. She dropped it on top of the bed before proceeding to leave the room but not before turning around.

''I will be outside waiting so you better be quick. Breakfast will be served soon and tardiness isn't very ladylike.'' Rebekah smiled faintly before slamming the door.

After a few more minutes Hayley looked at her red swollen eyes from the tears she shed all night. The red dress brought out her eyes but she still didn't feel beautiful. She felt worthless and empty, just like Klaus wanted. As she came out of her room she followed closely after Rebekah. They were coming closer to the grand dining room when the infamous Lord Niklaus crossed their path.

''Bekah darling, you wouldn't mind leaving me with my wife for a moment.'' He spoke roughly without a smile anywhere on his face. Hayley swallowed slowly as Rebekah left her side but not before giving her brother a simple smirk.

Klaus neared closer to his fiancee with a wide grin shining with mischief. Hayley gripped her hands behind her back awaiting the harsh words to slice through her like a knife. She hadn't prepared herself for this abuse but he spoke before she could pull herself together.

''Well hello sweetheart. You are looking quite pale this morning.''