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Consequences Part 11

Summary: What do you do when your old frenemy threatens to cut off your army at the source? Obviously you abscond with the doppelganger in the dead of night, but every action has consequences. Pairing: Klaus x Elena Word Count: 2437

“Vampires require an invitation to enter the cemetery,” Sabine stood a few inches in front of him; just inside the barrier. She looked him up and down with a malicious gleam in her eye.

Klaus glared at the three women; pure rage glittered in his eyes. They had bound and gagged Elena: his Elena.

“Untie her now,” rage dripped from his tongue. In his mind he was counting the number of pieces he would tear this woman into when he got his hands on her.

“That won’t be happening,” Sabine backed up to where Elena was struggling with her bonds.

Elena recoiled under the hand Sabine laid on her shoulder. Sweat beaded her forehead; an ache settled at the base of her spine. Her blood ran cold when she met the woman’s eyes.

Sabine smiled sweetly before tightening the ropes around Elena’s wrists.

Elena cried out in pain when her arms were wrenched sideways. Her teeth dug into the cloth between her lips.

“I will kill you,” Klaus roared, “and it will be excruciatingly slow; you will beg for the sweet release of death before I’m done.”

“Spare me the dramatics,” Sabine sighed.

“We have no intention of harming her or the baby,” Sarah smiled at him. “We just need something from you.”

“And judging by that vein popping out in your neck,” Sabine smirked, “you’ll do it.”

“What do you want?” Klaus glared at Sabine when she approached him again.

“It’s quite simple,” the oldest of the witches explained, “Marcel has one of our witches and we want her back.”

“Where, pray tell, do I find this witch?” He glared when the red head got too close to Elena.

“Now that we don’t know,” Sabine shook her head. “You’ll have to figure that out for yourself and bring her back here. We’ll give you until sundown.”

“And if I cannot find her in those three hours?” Klaus frowned at the shackles placed in his hand.

“Agnes?” Sabine turned to the oldest woman.

Agnes reached into the bag she had placed beside Elena and pulled out an antique syringe filled with a green liquid.

“This is the Needle of Sorrows,” Agnes held it up for his inspection, “it is a dark object with only one purpose: to kill an unborn child by raising the mother’s blood temperature. Once it begins it cannot be stopped.” She looked down at Elena’s swollen stomach. “The progression of her pregnancy means it will likely kill her as well.”

Elena’s heart thundered in her chest; she could hear it pounding in her ears.

“You’ll need those shackles,” Sabine smiled, “Davina won’t be likely to come quietly.”

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“Elijah,” Rebekah slammed the car door shut and strode over the gravel, “if not answering your phone is your way of trying to get me back to this bloody city, and what is likely to be an even bloodier family reunion, congratulations it worked.” Her heels clicked on the porch steps. “Now answer the phone before I break down your bloody door.”

When there was no reply she used a little more force than was optimal for the aged wood of the door and stomped into the house.

“Elijah!” She called up the stairs. “Kol!”

“They can’t answer.”

Rebekah’s mouth popped open. Her eyes grew round as she spun on her heel to find her oldest brother standing in the entry to the living room.

“Finn?” She blinked a few times to make sure he was really there and resisted the urge to pinch herself. “How?”

“Elena removed my dagger,” he stepped across the foyer, “she found me in the attic and pulled out the blade.”

“How did Nik take that?” Rebekah tilted her head. She had never liked the doppelganger, but the knowledge of her pregnancy and Klaus’ tendency to lose his temper had her worried for the young woman’s safety.

“In stride,” Finn frowned. “It seems he and Elena had a deal. He would not stop her from waking us provided she could find us.”

“Elena doesn’t even know you,” a line appeared between her brows, “and she woke you?” The knowledge that her brothers had once again fallen victim to Klaus was unsurprisingly unsurprising.

“She had no idea who I was,” Finn nodded, “but she said she couldn’t leave me like that.”

“Probably telling you what you wanted to hear,” Rebekah scoffed.

“She was unaware that I could hear her, sister,” Finn shook his head, “my consciousness slowly came back under the effects of that blade. I could hear every word she said to me.”

“Do you know where they are?” Rebekah tossed her hair over her shoulder and peered down the hall.

“Niklaus and Elena should be back at any time,” Finn checked his watch.

“Not them,” Rebekah shook her head, “Elijah and Kol. He’s got them daggered somewhere in this house.”

“I’m not sure,” he inclined his head. “Elena seems to believe one of them is in the library, but she can’t figure out how to open the door.”

“I can do that,” Rebekah pushed open the door to the library and strode towards the bookshelf.

“How can you possibly walk in those shoes?” Finn nodded to her three inch stilettos.

“Practice,” Rebekah crouched on the floor and pulled out a book from the bottom shelf; it extended a few inches before stopping. She repeated the action on the third shelf and the top one. “Elena could have spent years trying to figure this out.”

Finn watched her pull the spine of a thick volume on the middle shelf and heard a series of clicks emitting from the wall. The shelf swung towards his little sister when the phone Klaus had given him began ringing in his pocket; he pulled it out and saw his brother’s name flashing on the screen. He was about to answer when Rebekah re-emerged from behind the wall with a coffin which she sat on the ground.

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“Finn,” Klaus tempered his growl while striding down Dauphine Street, “I understand that twenty-first century technology is still a bit of a mystery to you, but when you see my name on your phone you answer.”

He hung up the phone and sent a text message.

Elena is in danger. I need your help.

He tucked the phone into his pocket and heard the gentle rattling of the shackles. With a single deep breath he took off at vampire speed and only stopped when he was in the courtyard of his old home.

“Marcellus,” he gritted his teeth when he saw his prodigy appear on the balcony, “I need a word,” his eyes cut to the plethora of vampires milling about, “in private.”

Marcel cocked his head but nodded. He was just about to motion inside the house when Klaus held up his hand.

“Not here,” he shook his head, “come walk with me. Don’t worry,” his smirk was tight and dark, “I’ll have you home in time for tea.”

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Rebekah pulled the dagger free with a sharp sucking sound and stood with the intention of fetching a bag of blood. She stopped when she saw the missed message from Klaus.

“Are you going to answer that?” She nodded to the blinking phone.

Finn tore his eyes from the grey visage of his younger brother. He wondered if that was what he had looked like lying in his own coffin: grey and drawn.

He inhaled and read the message only to have the blood drain from his face.

“Finn,” Rebekah tucked the dagger into her pocket, “what is it?”

“Elena’s in trouble.”

“Must be Monday,” Rebekah sighed. She held out her hand when she saw him struggling with the keyboard and asked where she was. The response was almost immediate. “Do you know where anything in the city is yet?” She looked up at him and inhaled when he shook his head.

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“Tell me about Davina,” Klaus’ knuckles grazed the rough bricks of the alley.

“I knew it,” Marcel chuckled darkly, “you do have a hidden agenda, and as usual it’s all about power.”

Klaus resisted his urge to rip off several of the younger vampire’s limbs and returned Finn’s text.

“I find myself rather pressed for time,” he lifted his eyes to the red stone, “so I’ll ask again. Who is Davina and where can I find her?”

“Davina is my business,” Marcel’s smile fell, “she is how I keep the witches under control, and I will not be telling you where she is.”

“Very well,” Klaus cocked his head to one side as inspiration struck, “I’ve asked nicely.” He flashed in front of Marcel and sank his canines into the younger man’s carotid artery.

“What the hell, Klaus?” Marcel held the side of his neck. He stumbled a second later when he felt a fever roar through his blood.

“That pregnant girl,” Klaus whispered harshly, “is the Petrova doppelganger. Her blood broke my curse a while back. I can see it in your eyes,” he smirked, “you know exactly what my bite will do to you, and it will be fast, you’ll be dead by tomorrow night at the latest.”

“How is this meant to help your case?” Marcel grunted.

“You didn’t let me finish,” Klaus backed up, “my bite will kill you, Marcellus, but my blood will cure you. So you have to ask yourself: is your life worth your power?”

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Elena rolled her neck slowly and attempted to stretch her aching muscles. There were very few positions that were ideal for the long term, and sitting sideways while being tied to a bench was not one of them.

Her breath caught in her throat when she saw movement from the corner of her eyes.

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Kaleb groaned and managed to turn his head slightly to the left. The image of Sabine’s hostage slowly came into focus.

He tried to move but his limbs were not cooperating with his mind. He realized what Sarah must have used when a pins and needles sensation began in his fingers and toes.

He managed to force his eyes open just in time to see a familiar powder being blown into the faces of the women by the bench.

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“This is it,” Rebekah brought the car to a stop outside the cemetery. She was out and in step with Finn a second later.

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“Let me go,” Davina attempted to pull her arm free from his iron grip. She thought it just might be stronger than the shackles around her wrists.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, love,” Klaus shook his head. He had not been expecting a teenager; she was little more than a girl. If the witches had threatened the life of anyone else besides Elena and his unborn child he might have let them do it; he had a strange feeling the witches intentions for young Davina were less than pure.

“Please,” Davina dug her heels into the ground, “just let me go. They’ll kill me. In exchange for telling Marcel when the witches were practicing he kept me safe from them.”

“Don’t be so melodramatic,” Klaus rolled his eyes, “you’re one of their coven; they’re not going to kill you.”

“Yes,” a young man leaned against the gate heavily, “they were. They were going to kill her to complete a ritual.”

“Who the bloody hell are you?” Klaus froze outside the cemetery. His eyes narrowed and darted from Finn and Rebekah to the unconscious witches stretched out on the ground.

“Kaleb Westphall,” he grimaced as the last of the feeling returned to his legs and straightened up.

“You weren’t here earlier,” Klaus looked him up and down; he couldn’t have been much older than Elena.

“I was actually,” Kaleb nodded behind a mausoleum. “Sarah, that’s the redhead, knocked me out when I tried to let the girl go.”

“And where is the girl now?” Rebekah crossed her arms.

“I don’t know,” he shook his head, “I was just starting to come around when Sabine blew the powder in their faces.”

Klaus peered into cemetery and found the bench completely empty.

“I’m assuming this Sabine took Elena,” Finn’s eyes fell to the shackles around the young girl’s wrists.

“She also took the needle,” Klaus swore under his breath. His hand collided with the Iron Gate which crashed into the stone wall.

“What needle?” A line appeared between Rebekah’s brows.

“The Needle of Sorrows,” Klaus snapped.

The blood drained from Kaleb’s face. He cursed under his breath and ran a hand back through his hair. He gave the confused vampires a quick history lesson on the dark object before turning to Klaus.

“Assuming Davina over here isn’t going to rat me out,” Kaleb waved to the girl, “I’ll help you find her.”

Klaus had already turned to lift the shackles from Davina’s wrists. He frowned when they wouldn’t come undone.

“They need to be removed by magic, or with the key,” Kaleb stepped through onto the street.

“You’re just going to let me go?” Davina tilted her head when Klaus lifted her hands to Kaleb.

“The deal I made with these witches was Elena, unharmed, in exchange for you,” Klaus nodded to the still bodies. “They reneged on that deal, and I have no desire to see a child harmed.”

“Where am I supposed to go?” Davina rubbed her wrists. Marcel had given away her location; she didn’t want to go back there.

“Well, for now,” Kaleb turned her away from the cemetery when he heard Sarah and Agnes stirring, “away from here. Relax Davina,” he sighed when Klaus steered them towards his car, “the only one who can complete the ritual is Agnes and she’s not going to find you.”

“What do you need to find Elena?” Klaus turned over the engine when Finn and Rebekah climbed in the SUV.

“A map of New Orleans and your blood,” Kaleb blinked when a map was placed in his hands.

“How much blood?” Klaus parked the car several blocks away from the cemetery. He bit into his wrist and held it over the corner of the open map in Kaleb’s lap.

“How is his blood supposed to help?” Davina leaned forward to watch when Kaleb chanted; she shivered when she felt the magic pulsating around his body.

“It will help because she is carrying his child,” Kaleb murmured while the blood made a trail, “and if we don’t find them soon Sabine might do something bad to her and the baby. I’m assuming that’s how they got him to agree to bring you to the cemetery in the first place.”

Klaus tossed the car in drive the moment the blood settled.

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