#the walkind dead fan fic

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- MINE ⋆☆ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

PAIRINGS— pre-apocalypse!daryl dixon x fem!reader

SUMMARY— after finishing your shift at the local bar you head back to the dixon home for merles coming home party

WARNINGS— mentions of drugs and alcohol, slight(?) nsfw content

MORE CHAPTERS— chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

after the main rush hour had passed, daryl, merle and couple of their buddies piled into the bar, taking a seat around one of the larger tables. merle had just been accepted into the military and was set to depart in a few days time. you still had a while left of your shift and the group of people merle had brought in definitely didn’t make your life any easier. so, in hopes to get them out of your hair a little sooner, you began to prepare a shot of whiskey for each of the boys. picking up the small shot glasses, you began to wander over to their table, their chatter beginning to quiet as you approached them.

“hey boys.” you smiled, bending over in front of daryl and merle to place the shot glasses down in the centre of the table. “these are for you.” you announced, noticing daryl as he couldn’t help but stare at your slightly exposed chest.

“well thanks sugar.” merle sang, scooping up one of the shot into his hand.

“got anythin’ else for us?” one of merle friend teased, wrapping their arm around your waist causing you to stand up straight.

“not for you theres not.” you mumbled, gritting your teeth together as you tried to force a smile.

“get yer hands off her.” daryl grumbled, his eyes angrily locked on merles friend.

“alright.” the man laughed, his hands flicking up into the air to show he was backing off. “don’t get your panties in a twist.” he joked, earning a laugh from the others around the table.

“thats little brothers woman.” merle announce, daryl instantly shutting down as all eyes turned to him before looking over to you. “show some respect.” he spat.

you looked at daryl and smiled as you noticed how embarrassed he had become by his brothers statement. “okay!” you smiled, looking around the table brewing. “let me know if i can get you guys anythin’ else.” you grinned before making your way back to the bar.

daryl didn’t come up to the bar for the rest of that shift. you knew it would take him a while to warm back up to you after such a bold comment from his brother but you were used to it at this point. merle had made similar comments in the past resulting in daryl avoiding you for a few days before coming back around to pretend like nothing ever happened.

an hour or so until you had to close up the bar, merle and his buddies stood up and made their way over to the bar to settle their bill for the night. they were all loud and rowdy, making crude comments about everything they came across, all of them except for daryl who stood at the back of the group staying quiet.

“finally headin’ home?” you smiled, watching merle as he rested his elbows on the sticky surface of the bar.

“we’re only gettin’ starter!” one of his friends cheered, creating a waterfall effect as they all began to cheer.

“you lot gonna give me a good tip?” you asked, carefully watching merle as he fiddled around with his wallet.

“only the best for you sugar.” he smirked, once again earning a few laughs from his friends. “whats the total sweetheart?”

“eighty-nine ninety for the lot of ya.” you smiled.

merle gave you a stern nod before counting the notes he had in his wallet before finding a hundred dollar bill. he plucked it out of his leather wallet, momentarily waving it around in the air before slamming it down onto the sticky surface, finishing off the whole ordeal with a flirtatious wink.

“keep the change sugar.” he smiled before turning around to face the rest of his friends. “come on bogs!” merle cheered, marching towards the front door causing you to let out a breathy laugh.

as the others followed him, daryl made his way up to the bar, his hands resting on the bar as you closed merles tab and placed the bill in the till.

“yer get off soon?” daryl asked just loud enough to hear over the music playing throughout the bar.

“bout an hour.” you shrugged, putting the change left over from the bill into the top of your bra, making sure your boss couldn’t find it.

“need me to wait around?” he asked, avoiding all eye contact with you as you began to clean around the bar.

“i’ll be alright.” you smiled softly. “don’t you need to drive those idiots back anyways?” you asked, a soft chuckle escaping your lips.

“yeah.” he scoffed. “give me a call if yer need a right alright?” daryl asked, his voice was genuine and laced with concern at the idea of you walking all the way home.

“sure.” you smiled, trying to reassure him that you could be alright.

“you comin’ little brotha?” merle shouted, sticking his head through the main door.

“comin!” daryl turned his head to merle before looking back at you. “see yer later.”

you flashed him one last smile before he left, making the bar completely silent. most of the regulars had gone home by this point giving you some time to clean up the bar and hopefully head home early.

you had finished your shift a little before midnight. you chose to walk home, not wanting to bother daryl. you managed to get home in a record time of thirty minutes, the loud music coming from the dixon property could be heard from your house. after quickly checking in on your mother, you made your way to your bedroom where you swapped out your work boots for a pairs of old mary-jane heels that once belonged to your mother before changing into a cleaner shirt, swapping the black singlet out for a dark pink halter top that tied up at the back of your neck. after ruffing up your hair a little with your hands before fixing your smudged mascara you were on your way over to the dixon’s property.

the house reeked of weed and alcohol mixed with the sweat of just about everyone cramped into the small cabin. your body already beginning to move alone to the beat of the music as you made your way through to the kitchen where the dining table was covered in dozens of bottles of cheap liquor. quickly, you found yourself a bottle of whiskey, gripping the neck of the bottle with your hand as you spun around, now tasked with trying to find someone you knew.

“y/n!” you heard a voice called from the seat of people.

pushing his way through the crowd was daryl, with a look of relief as he stood less then a foot away from you.

“hey.” you smiled as he scanned your body before meeting your eyes. he had always loved that top on you. “didn’t think this many people were comin’?” you giggled.

“i didn’t either.” he spoke over the music. “didn’t think yer finished for another hour?” he asked, his eyebrows pinching together.

“got off early.” you grinned, tipping your head back as you took a swig of the alcohol, the liquid burning as it ran down your throat. “where’s yer brother?” you asked.

“smokin’ out the back.” daryl answered.

“want some?” you asked, waving the half empty bottle up by your cheeks as you grinned.

daryl hummed, although you couldn’t hear it and shortly took the bottle from your hand before taking a decent sip of the whiskey. after a few more shared drinks between the two of you, you both made your way to the living room where small groups of people where either dancing or spread out across the couch. you and daryl had almost finished off the bottle of whiskey within an hour.

you found yourself dancing in the middle of the living room alone, having little luck convincing daryl to dance with you. in front of you sat daryl, closely watching you as you freely dance along to the music. although it didn’t feel like it you were there for hours, daryl only ever leaving to grab the pair of you another drink.

“how are you not tired?” daryl asked, a breathy laugh escaping his lips as he watched your hips move along to the music.

“why?” you teased. “yer want me to stop?” you asked in a sarcastic tone as you began to slow your movements, you eyes never drifting from daryl.

“don’t listen to him baby.” the same drunk idiot that felt you up at the bar called out. “keep on dancin’!” he cheered.

“who asked you dickhead?” you snapped, frowning as you looked over at him.

“that time of the much huh sweetheart?” he smirked.

“go fuck yourself asshole.” you spat, the man standing up as he grew bitter towards you.

“hey, come on.” daryl mumbled, holding onto your hand to pull you away from the drunk man. “he’s not worth it.” daryl mumbled, pulling you away from the loud party.

“he’s an ass!” you pouted as daryl pulled you into his bedroom, closing the door behind him as you sat down on his bed.

“think yer should lie down.” he instructed, admittedly a little drunk himself.

you scoffed at his comment, standing up to watch over to daryl. “hey! hey!” you urged, grabbing onto daryl’s hands. “when you told that guy to back off at the bar,” you began to slur, slowly pulling daryl back towards his bed. “that was hot.” you gushed causing daryl’s eyes to widen.

“you’re jus’ sayin’ that ‘cause you’re drunk.” he muttered.

“nah-uh.” you mocked, a smirk still plastered on your lips as your hands parted from his before they attached to the waistband of daryl’s jeans. “i need you daryl.” you breathed, your voice sounding desperate and needy.

“yer don’t want… me o-or that…” he stuttered breathless. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to be with you. he had been wanting this for years now. “you’re drun-“

“shhh.” you hushed, your fingers moving along the waistband before you began to unbutton the jeans, daryl letting out a shaky breath in response. “i’ve wanted you for so long daryl.” you practically sobbed as you looked up into his eyes. your fingers made their way down to the zipper, slowly pulling it down. “don’t you want me?” you asked.

“course i do.” he breathed as his hands instinctively attached themselves to your hips.

you rested your forehead against his as your fingers left his pants, making their way up to his shirt where you began to undo every single button.

“then i’m all yours.” you spoke, those words alone igniting something within daryl as you undid his last button. “all yours.” you repeated.

daryl leant down to close the gap between you, his lips hungrily meeting yours. you had both been waiting for this moment for so long and it did not disappoint. daryl was so soft with you, his fingers gently digging into your skin as he tried to control himself not wanting things to happen too quickly while your hands were busying themselves by peeling away the layers of clothing daryl had on.

everything was so messy and heated, you both just needed each other. what felt like seconds later, you found yourselves on daryl’s unmade bed. your hands cupped his cheeks as he kissed you with every fibre in his body as he hovered over you, keeping himself supported with one hand while the other stayed firmly on your side.

waking up the following morning to the sound of voices a few rooms over, you pulled yourself up from daryl’s empty bed. you were in an old shirt of his and nothing else as you swung your feet over the edge of the bed, your toes touching the carpet as your rubbed your head. last night remained a blurry memory to you, only able to remember snippets throughout the mix that all seemingly blended together the more you tried to think about it. quickly scanning the room you found your skirt, quickly pulling it up to give yourself some sort of coverage before finding your shoes. after having little luck finding your bra and underwear you made your way over to his bedroom door, peaking through the small gap to find an empty room.

as you crept out into the main living space of the house, the floors littered with bottles and cans with the occasional cigarette butt. just as you were about to reach the kitchen one of the bedroom doors swung open.

“little over dress for breakfast ain’t ya?” merle smirker, following you out into the living room as he looked at the mini skirt and oversized shirt combination.

“mornin’ to you too.” you smiled weakly, spinning around on the balls of your feet to face him.

merle walked a little closer to you, his gaze wandering over your body to find a few hickeys peppered over your neck and the top of your chest.

“pretty good night huh?” he teased, the smug smirk never leaving his lips.

“i guess.” you frowned, not entirely sure what he was trying to point out, only warranting a bellowing laugh from merle.

“sure sounded like it.” he grinned, his eyes looking you up and down once again. “to me n’ the others it sounded like you had a good old time.” he chuckled. “i mean, from the moaning alone!” he announced. “faster! faster! faster!” he moaned, laughing at his own impression.

just before you could say anything, daryl walked through the front door holding a bag full of greasy food from the bakery in town.

“oh and here he is!” merle cheered. “our man of the night.”

daryl just stayed quiet, navigating his way through the trashed floor. merle gave you a wink before walking over to his brother, giving him a pat on the shoulder as he let out another laugh. daryl was most definitely embarrassed.

“how was your night little brother?” merle asked, snatching the bag from daryl before taking a bite of the pastry.

daryl looked overwhelming uncomfortable has he stood a few feet away from you, avoiding all eye contact as merle continued to mock and tease the pair of you. merle noticed the awkwardness between you, causing him to let out another belly laugh.

“i’ll give yer some privacy.” he spoke, his voice still laced with sarcastic tones as he walked back towards his bedroom door. “but hey,” he began to laugh. “no fuckin’ on the table, you’ll probably break the legs!” he teased, shortly disappearing into his room.

although he desperately wanted to say something, ask you how you felt or if last night was just something he should forget about but he was far too nervous to say anything. but you knee daryl well enough that he’d speak to you when he was ready.

“i couldn’t find my shirt.” you spoke quietly, causing daryl to look up from his fingers. “so i hope you don’t mind.” you laughed nervously.

“nah it’s alright.” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as he continued to avoid eye contact.

you briefly looked past him to see the time, you had another shift in an hour causing you to let out a weak sigh as you turned your attention back to daryl.

“i’ve got a shift in an hour.” you spoke quietly. “but i’ll see ya later.” you smiled weakly, daryl finally looking up into your eyes for the first time that morning.

“need me to give yer a ride?”

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Keeping Secrets Ch. 61

Keeping Secrets Masterlist

After having a very long family meeting it was agreed by the whole family that they would move forward with the unification ritual.

TVDTVDTVD

Katie and Klaus stood in Hayley and Jackson’s cabin in the bayou. The baby boy Hayley was holding, dressed in a pair of overalls and a flannel shirt, looked to be no more than three months younger than Hope. “Who is this adorable little man?” Katie asked with a small smile as the boy babbled and threw his stuffed bear at Jackson.

“This,” Jackson started as he pushed himself up from the old but comfy looking recliner in the corner of the living room and joined Hayely where she stood across from Klaus and Katie, “is Oliver.”

Katie remembered a wolf named Oliver from the party they had in honor of the new treaty. He was the wolf that got in the fight with Diago. She also noticed she hadn’t seen him around or heard anything about him in a long time. Instead of mentioning their possibly fallen pack member Katie just smiled at the baby. “So you’ve considered our request?” Hayley asked, deciding to skip pleasantries and get straight to business, anxious to know if Katie and Klaus would turn her into a hybrid.

“Please, have a seat.” Jackson told them with a motion to an old couch, the kind with wooden armrests and a brown and cream floral pattern, then sat back down in his recliner.

Katie sat down and Klaus, with a look at the couch that said he questioned its cleanliness, hesitantly followed suit. “We have considered your request.” Katie answered Hayley.

“And?” Hayley prompted.

“And we would like to make a counter offer.” Klaus answered.

“So that’s a no.” Hayley surmised with a bit of an attitude.

Hayley’s line of Crescent’s were killed off long ago in the fight between the two crescent packs. Technically, since she and Jackson had yet to wed, she was no one's alpha. So instead Katie addressed Jackson, the actual alpha of the crescent pack. “We decided, back when we first found out that Hope could sire hybrids, that we would never, under any circumstances, use her. Our minds remain unchanged.”

“We hope, as parents yourselves, that you will understand our line of thinking and respect our wishes regarding our child.” Klaus added.

“I never wanted Hayley to be a hybrid in the first place, but I considered it because it would help the pack.” Jackson glanced at Hayley with a 'sorry but it's true' look then looked back at Katie and Klaus. “If you have another solution I’d be happy to hear it.”

“You might not like it.” Katie warned as she slipped her hand over Klaus’s where it rested on the couch between them.

Jackson made a face that said he still wanted to hear what they had to say. “Katie and I are going to do the unification ritual at our upcoming wedding. If you and your pack recognize me as your alpha and attend the wedding you will have all of the powers of a hybrid with none of their weaknesses.”

“Are you kidding me?” Hayley asked with a tone that was grating on Katie’s last nerve. She was acting like a petulant brat, pissed she didn't get her way. “You’re not offering an alternate solution. You’re making a power grab. All you want is an army of wolves you can treat like slaves.”

“Do you want to be free from turning every full moon or not?” Katie finally snapped. “If you do then I suggest you shut up, and hear us out.” Hayley huffed out a breath and sat down in the second recliner in the living room, that matched the one Jackson was sitting in with his son. Katie turned her attention back to Jackson. “We are not trying to make a grab for power or take your pack from you. Nor will anyone be treated like slaves. We are trying to help.”

"I don't understand. You're not a werewolf." Jackson pointed out.

"That is why we're having a witch, a trusted one who's willing to help, alter the spell to accommodate her." Klaus answered.

"It's a bit more one-sided than the original ritual, seeing as I'm not a wolf and I have no special abilities to share, but we have all confidence that it will work." Katie added.

Jackson turned his eyes to Klaus. “And you want us to recognize you as alpha, but you’re not trying to take the pack from us?”

“I have made this offer to a couple of other packs.” Klaus started explaining. “Aiden and the wolves who have been following his leadership in your absence have already agreed to accept me as their alpha, as well as The North East Atlantic pack.”

“That pack and mine have been fighting since the beginning of time.” Jackson pointed out.

“Does anyone even know why the packs started fighting in the first place?” Katie asked curiously and Jackson couldn’t answer. “Exactly, so why not put pointless infighting like that to rest?”

“While I only made the offer to a couple packs, word of the unification ritual that will free the wolves of their curse has spread like wildfire.” Klaus continued. “Lone wolves who have no alpha or pack are already coming out of hiding and their numbers continue to grow. I am but one man with a family to care for. So while I will technically be alpha, you will still be your original pack’s leader, nothing will change in that facet if your people do not want it to.”

“You’re proposing a monarchy.” Jackson said putting Katie and Klaus’s plan in a nutshell. “With you as king.”

“Essentially, yes.” Klaus answered with a hit of smugness. “We will let you and your people live peacefully and only call on you in the most dire of circumstances.”

“A ceremony for the alphas to renounce their title and recognize Klaus will be held in the compound courtyard on the tenth, two days before the wedding.” Katie told them as Klaus stood up and held his hand out to her. “I hope to see you there.”

“We’ll leave you to consider it.” Klaus told them as Katie took his hand, stood up and they left the cabin.

On their way back to the compound Katie felt Klaus’s eyes on her and looked at him to see him gazing at her while driving. "What?" She asked with a blush.

"Nothing." He said with a smirk as he turned his eyes to the road.

"No, what is it?" She asked with a laugh.

"I like working together like we did back there." He admitted. "You truly are a queen." She just smiled, rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Don't roll your eyes at me." he told her playfully.

She gasped exaderadedly. "What? I would never roll my eyes at you."

"Uh huh. Sure you wouldn't." He sarcastically agreed, making her laugh.

"Seriously though. All I did was tell them our plan." She said, watching out the front glass as the bayou slowly turned to the city.

"And put Hayley in her place." He added.

"I told her to shut up. What about that screams queenly to you?" She asked with a look across her shoulder at him.

"It's not about what you say, it's how you say it and how people react to you. Yes, you told Hayley to shut up, but the tone you used was authoritative and held an underlying threat. In response, she backed down." He explained. "Then you addressed Jackson with one of respect, coaxing him to see things our way. All the while never stepping on my toes or undermining my authority." He reached across the center console, grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. "That screams queen to me." Katie just looked at him not really believing a word he said. "Quite frankly I would have liked to see what would have happened had Hayley not backed down."

"Everything about her grates on my last nerve. So it probably wouldn't have been pretty." Katie answered. "The only thing that might have kept me from getting physical was the fact that baby Oliver was present."

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The next day Katie and Klaus stood with Freya and Davina in the dining room of the compound going over the new unification ritual. “So explain it to me again.” Katie told Freya with a look down at the spell written and drawn out on the pages of Freya’s grimoire.

“I’ve explained it to you twice already.” Freya told Katie with a frown. “Are you trying to catch me in a lie?” she asked with a look between Katie and Klaus.

“No, it’s not like that.” Katie defended. “It’s just…” she looked at Klaus then back at Freya, “the last time I let a witch cast a spell binding me to my significant other, I ended up cursing my descendants for generations. I just want to make sure nothing like that is going to happen this time.”

"It doesn't bind you to him." Davia replied. "It simply turns your heart into a mirror image of his." Klaus gave Katie a smirk at Davina's choice of words. "To put it scientifically, it basically changes your biological makeup to match his."

"Will you go over it again?" Katie asked then flashed Freya a cheesy smile when she heaved out an aggravated sigh.

“Okay, but this is the last time.” Freya agreed then turned her eyes to the papers as Klaus wrapped his arm around Katie’s waist from the side. “First there are the trials, I narrowed it down to three from the original eight. You two have already passed the first two. The last, to be performed tonight, is the rite of divulgement. Both of you will smoke the root of the blue calamus flower, it will temporarily link your hearts as well as clear the air of any secrets you may be keeping from each other. The last part of the spell will be performed at your wedding, your first kiss as husband and wife. It's the binding element that will complete the unification ritual. Upon its completion you will be exactly like Klaus. You will have his extra strength, extra speed and enhanced senses. You will also be able to turn into a wolf at will and your bite will be lethal to vampires. Just like Klaus you will be able to reproduce. Along with this ability I have ensured that if you do decide to have more children you will not become human as your pregnancy progresses.” Freya looked up at Katie, “The only thing that will be able to kill you is white oak.” She finished explaining how the spell would affect Katie then turned the page of her grimoire.

“The wolves that participate in the ritual will be granted strength, speed and enhanced senses equivalent to that of a regular vampire, and they will no longer be controlled by the full moon. They will be able to turn at will and their bite will be lethal to vampires 24/7. They however won't truly be vampires. So they won't experience bloodlust, immortality or infertility.” Freya finished explaining.

““I watched her craft the spell every step of the way. You have nothing to worry about.” Davina assured Katie. “Your wedding day will be nothing less than perfect on our part.”

Freya noticed Katie’s nervous look. “You’re not going to make me explain it again are you?”

“No.” Katie laughed as her shoulders deflated a bit.

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Katie and Klaus stood in the entryway of their quarters with Freya. "Do we really have to smoke that?" Katie asked with a look at the blunt of blue calamus root Freya held between her fingers.

"You could bake it into some brownies if you prefer, but smoking it is the fastest way to get it in your system." Freya answered. "This is the most important trial. If there are any secrets at all between the two of you the ritual won't take."

Katie looked at Klaus who gave her a nod. So she made a here-goes-nothing face and turned her eyes to Freya. Freya encased the cigarette in her hands, closed her eyes and said a quiet enchantment then handed it to Katie along with a lighter. Katie put the blunt to her lips and lit it, breathing in the truth herb. She coughed as she breathed out the smoke and handed it to Klaus. "First time smoking?" Klaus asked before he took a draw from the joint.

"There's a reason Tyler called me a fuddy-duddy." She answered as she watched Klaus breathe out the smoke and hand the blunt back to Freya.

She put it out on a crystal ashtray then gave them a look that seemed to say good luck then left their quarters.

"So," Katie started with a look up at Klaus, "are we going to start spouting the truth like word vomit or is it a little more dignified than that?"

Klaus chuckled. "The root pushes us to seek out and speak the truth." He answered. "So I'll ask, what, if anything, have you been keeping from me?"

"Just one thing really. It's not so much a secret as it is something I really want to know about. I just haven’t asked because I assumed you would tell me when you were ready." Katie answered as she walked into their sitting room and sat on the arm of one of the leather couches. "What about you?"

"Just one thing as well." Klaus replied.

"Maybe we should say it at the same time." Katie offered.

Klaus shook his head no. "Lady's first."

"Okay, fine. I've been dying to know about the woman in the painting I found in the attic, Aurora." Katie answered. "Your turn."

"I once told you that the night my father ran us out of this city was one of two events that made me into the man you first met." He told her then held his hand out to her. "Come with me." He wiggled his fingers for her to take his hand. So she took it and let him lead her to the attic where the picture of Aurora sat, leaned against the dusty wall. “The person you wish to know about and the event I wish to tell you about are one and the same.”

Katie moved to lean against a support beam, ready to listen to what he had to tell her. "A little over a thousand years ago, in France, my siblings and I knew nothing about what my mother had turned us into. Immortality was beyond our grasp. Compulsion, a trick we had yet to learn. All we knew was a fear of being hunted. That...and a terrible hunger. Eventually we found a way to hide in plain sight, taking on the identities of a wealthy count's children, staying at the castle of the Count de Martel."

"There, we not only met the Count, but his children, Lord Tristan and Lady Aurora." Hearing him say Aurora's name Katie crossed her arms over her chest. "From the moment I laid eyes on Aurora I was...enamored, with her beauty." As he continued to tell his story Katie turned her eyes to the painting. "As our stay at the castle progressed so did my love for her. Eventually we revealed our darkest secrets to each other. She told me she felt cursed and broken, as her first act in life was to take her mothers." Katie frowned, only able to imagine what it must have felt like to grow up with that kind of blame on her shoulders. "So I told her what I had never told a single soul before, that I too, not in childbirth, but in a fit of rage, took my mother's life." Kate's brows rose as she looked at him, surprised that he would tell someone about that. It only spoke to how much he trusted Aurora. "With those secrets bonding us, I thought we couldn't possibly love each other more.…I was sorely mistaken."

He moved to a couch covered with a white sheet and leaned his hips against the back of it. "During our stay at the castle my siblings and I discovered that our blood not only healed people, but could sire more beings like ourselves. Because of this, and Kol’s blatant lack of self control, word of a village beset by demons began to spread. It was the night we flead the castle, for fear that Mikael had caught wind of our presence there, that I learned of Aurora's true feelings." He held his hand out to Katie and she pushed herself off the beam and placed hers in it softly. A woman's voice filled her head as the image of a candle lit stone bedroom took over her mind's eye.

"You want me to run away with you, leave my brother...this house?" Aurora asked, looking up at Klaus with wide, disbelieving eyes. Her light grey and green dress looked heavy and a headband of white and green sat atop her head, the white teardrop beads touching her forehead.

"The world is bigger than this house. Let me show you." Klaus argued where he stood across from Aurora, wearing cream colored robes. His blond wavy hair was just long enough to brush his shoulders.

"How? As we hide, fleaing your brute of a father?" Aurora asked, almost sounding disgusted by the idea. "Always on the run, living like dogs? I think not."

"Your brother has turned you from me." Klaus guessed.

"No. I turn from you." Aurora argued. "Because I do not love you. I...I thought I did...but it's as if I see you clearly for the first time and I find you a cruel, wretched thing." Katie could tell from the look on his face that Aurora's words cut him like a white hot knife. "Pathetic really and unworthy of anyone's love. Let alone mine." Aurora turned her back on him and walked over to her bed.

"You do not mean that." Klaus said shakily as he took a few steps closer to her.

"After all, your own mother turned against you." Aurora said, stopping at her bed before she turned and looked at him, her face seemed totally uncaring. "If she who gave you life could come to loathe you then be snuffed out by your own hand, then what hope is there for you?" She asked as she sat down on the bed.

Katie watched Klaus’s face as Aurora’s words cut even deeper. The pain she caused him was plain as day as a tear slipped down his cheek. "You're breaking my heart." More tears slipped down his cheeks. "And you swore you'd never speak of this."

His tears and weak words didn't affect Aurora in the slightest and she stood from the bed and stalked over to him as she harshly spoke, "I owe you nothing. We are not alike. And I could never love you."

Klaus just looked at her, speechless as tears slipped down his face. Then when he saw that she wasn't changing her mind he turned and walked away, brushing his hand down his face as he did. And with that swipe of his hand his face turned cold and flat, making it obvious to anyone who might have seen him that he was now a broken man. This, amongst all the other cracks in him, was by far the biggest and deepest.

Klaus took his hand from Katie's and the vision faded. She cupped his face in her hands, taking in his watery eyes with unshed tears in her own. “No one should ever have to endure the things you have in your very long life.” Klaus sighed and rested his forehead on her chest, as if recalling the painful memory took everything out of him. “Thank you for telling me.” she slipped her fingers through his hair. “If I were alive back then, and saw what she did to you, I would have stomped her into the ground for ever hurting you like that.”

“And I would have had a fine time saving you from Tristan’s wrath.” he replied as he lifted his head, now looking amused by her. “And rewarding you with a kiss for your efforts.”

“Just a kiss?” she asked with a small smile and a look at him through her lashes.

“Chastity was pretty valued back then. I wouldn’t have wanted to taint your dove feather wings.” he told her with a cheeky smile.

“Even if I begged you to?” she asked with mock innocence.

“Maybe.” he laughed.

Getting back on point, Katie went to the painting and turned it around, looking to see if there was a date on the back of it. While there wasn’t a full date, there was a year, 1812. Klaus gave her time to process, watching her lean back on the support beam as she did the math in her head. He was starting to fear what she must be thinking when she finally spoke. "You held onto her for what, eight hundred years?" she asked with a narrow eyed shake of her head.

"Closer to a thousand." Klaus answered hating the truth serum that was still cursing through their veins.

"You said you found out your family could sire more vampires while you were at the castle, did you turn her?" She asked not wanting to know. She wanted to let herself believe Aurora was long dead. But she knew that if Aurora had died, Klaus wouldn't have clung so tightly to his memories of her. The blue calamus was doing it’s job and not letting her ignore things and lie to herself.

"No, I didn't want her to be the monstrous creatures my siblings and I were. But she was persistent and over time I’ve come to the conclusion that she was bipolar. She said her mind was a demon that haunted her, tortured her and hunted her. She believed becoming like my siblings and I would free her of the demons that haunted her.” He answered, making Katie frown. “When Tristan found out that Aurora and I had been seeing each other he forbade her from seeing me and she tried to kill herself. Rebekah smelled the blood, found her and healed her. Realizing she could have the one thing I denied her, Aurora threw herself from the third story window of her room.”

Katie was quiet in thought for a second, both processing and now feeling a tiny bit bad for Aurora. “Bipolar disorder is a mental condition, turning would only enhance it.”

“Yes, and it did, but I kept her grounded.” Klaus replied.

"So she's still alive?" Katie asked.

"As far as I know, yes, but there's really no way to be sure." He answered. “Before we left, Elijah compelled Aurora, Tristan and an old friend of mine, Lucian, to believe they were Rebekah, Elijah and myself. That is the last I’ve known of them. However I’m sure they no longer believe themselves to be Mikaelsons as the compulsion would have been broken as soon as Elijah was daggered for the first time in the twelfth century.”

Katie bit her lips closed and pushed herself from the support beam, running her fingers through her hair, pushing it out of her face as she walked a few paces away from him. After a few seconds she dropped her hand from her head and turned to face him, seeing that he had stood and was looking at her with worried eyes. She opened her mouth to speak then closed it, breathed an aggravated sigh out through flared nostrils then grumbled, "Damn blue calamus root" under her breath. She lifted her chin and asked, "I don't want to ask. I want to say that I know I'm the only woman you love but I have to ask...Do you still love her?"

Klaus cleared the space between them and cupped her cheek in his hand. "No. Any remaining love I had for her vanished the moment I realized I was in love with you." He assured her and she let out a breath she hadn't even realized she was holding and let her head fall to rest on his shoulder.

"How much longer do we have to endure this?" She asked as she lifted her head and moved her arms to rest on his shoulders.

"Not too much longer I'm sure." He answered as she started absentmindedly fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Do you have anything else you wish to ask me or tell me?" Katie asked curiously.

"Mmm." He looked around in mock thought. "No."

Katie smiled, "Then it seems the air between us is officially cleansed, or whatever."

"It would seem so." Klaus confirmed. "That is unless you are still harboring deeply buried feelings for my brother." She rolled her eyes and gave him a, 'seriously?' look. "I'm joking."

Katie smiled and shook her head as she dropped her arms and walked over to the painting. "So what do you plan on doing with this?" She asked with a point at it.

"Whatever you wish.” He answered and when she looked at him across her shoulder she saw him standing with his hands behind his back, he gave her a closed lipped smile.

"Good answer," she laughed, “very domesticated of you, but it is not my painting.”

“I’ll have it disposed of. It no longer has any meaning to me.” he answered. “The wall of what is now the library is covered with paintings of her that have been bricked over. What would you suggest I do about them?” he asked.

“Leave them be. There’s no need to rip out a wall just to scrape away paint that no longer holds any meaning to you.” she answered as she stepped around to stand in front of him with her hands resting on his navy blue henley covered chest.

Loving that she didn’t make things difficult, that she wasn’t jealous like he’d feared she would be, that she was happy just knowing that he was hers and nothing else mattered, he grabbed her hips and pulled her into him, biting her on the neck with a growl. She giggled before he looked her in the eyes. "Now, what do you say we check in on Hope and Rebekah then retire to our chambers?"

"But it's only eight thirty." Katie protested missing where he was going with his statement.

"Yes, so we'll have plenty of time to-"

"Nope." Freya interrupted making Klaus roll his eyes with a sigh. "You know the restrictions of the ritual. No hanky-panky or making whoopee, or whatever the kids are calling it these days, until after the ceremony." She lectured them as she walked over to them.

“I don’t know what the kids are calling it these days, but I can assure you it’s not hanky-panky or making whoopee.” Katie told Freya with a smirk then looked back at Klaus, "Sorry Charlie." She patted him on the chest and took a step back.

TVDTVDTVD

The alpha renunciation ceremony the next day went off without a hitch. Cary, alpha of The North East Atlantic Pack and descendant of Ansel, was there as well as two other alphas whose names Katie hadn't gotten the chance to learn. Much to Katie’s surprise, Hayley and Jackson even showed up. With the renunciation of four, five if you count Hayley, alphas Klaus became alpha to a hundred or so wolves. Along with the miscellaneous wolves that were still trickling in the numbers were somewhere in the mid one hundreds.

Klaus stood with Katie on the upper balcony watching all of the wolves down in the courtyard of the compound talking and getting to know one another. Bottles of alcohol were being passed around to hopefully ease any tension between the packs. Katie looked away from the people she was soon going to officially be queen of to look across her shoulder at Klaus. He took in a deep breath and held it for a second then let it out. “What’s on your mind?” she asked, concerned.

“Good things do not happen to me and when they do, more often than not, it doesn't last long.” he told her and she moved from his side to slip between him and the railing of the balcony.

She grabbed the sides of his neck and he turned his eyes from his people to hers. "This is not going to fall through like the rings did. For once no one is being manipulated and all parties are willing to participate in our plan." She assured him and he nodded, but still looked uneasy. "Even if things do, for some unseen reason, go south there is one thing that will never change. I've got you and I'm not going anywhere."

"Do you have any idea how much I love you?" He asked as his hands slid around her waist and pulled her closer.

"Um, I believe you once told me that I could multiply all the grains of sand on the earth by a billion and it still wouldn't touch it." She told him with a small smirk as she slid her arms over his shoulders and around his neck.

"That statement still stands." He told her as he leaned in and caught her lips with his in a kiss that naturally deepened. After a minute or so wolf calls and whistles from down in the courtyard made them pull apart to look at their people. Klaus just gave them a smirk while Katie blushed.

"Save it for the honeymoon!" Cary called before the wolves returned to their party.

TVDTVDTVD

The day before the ceremony was a whirlwind of preparations. Not only was the compound packed with decorators, but also The North East Atlantic Pack and lone wolves who still trickled in and swore their allegiance to Klaus. Those wolves, having no other previous leader, and the N.E.A. pack, would be calling the compound their home after the ceremony was over. Most of them wouldn't be staying permanently, just until they settled and found their own homes in the city, but twenty or so would be staying and calling the compound home just to have close by for Hope's safety.

Katie and Rebekah were overseeing the decorating of the courtyard where the reception would be held when the doors were opened and The Mystic Falls gang was let inside. Girlish laughter sounded out as Caroline, Elena and Katie crashed together in a big group hug.

When Katie opened her eyes they landed on Alaric, giving the girls a small, closed lipped smile. "Alaric, you came." Katie said as she let go of Caroline and Elena.

"You think I'd miss my favorite student's wedding?" He asked as Katie stepped around the girls to embrace him in a tight hug. "Not a chance in hell."

"Even if you hate the groom?" Katie asked as she pulled back and looked up at him through her lashes.

"I'm just going to keep telling myself that if he treats you well that's all that matters until I actually believe it." Alaric answered, making her shake her head with a smile.

"So," Bradley's voice hit Katie's ears making her look up to see him and sheriff Forbes along with Stefan and Damon catch up to the group of girls, "where is my beautiful granddaughter?"

Katie kept her thoughts about Bradley and his lack of interest in her and Hope to herself to keep from putting a damper on the mood and instead led them to Hope's nursery. When they walked in Klaus stood up and picked Hope up from the pallet he’d made on the floor, a proud look on his face as he looked at Katie and her Mystic Falls family. "Everyone...meet Hope." Katie said with a motion to the 8 month old that was dressed in a white onsie with thin, pastel pink stripes on it as well as a pink tutu and the word princess written on the chest in metallic gold cursive lettering. A white headband with a gold bow was on the little girl's head.

A chorus of compliments were thrown out at Hope before Caroline asked, "Can I hold her?"

"Of course." Klaus responded as he passed Hope to Caroline.

"Hi, sweet girl." Caroline spoke softly to the baby. "Do you know who I am?" Hope squealed happily as she thrashed around the rattling stuffed toy in her hand. "I'm your auntie Caroline." Carloine paused and glanced between Katie and Klaus. "Can she call me Auntie Caroline?"

Katie looked at Klaus, who just gave her a look that told her it was up to her, then back at Caroline. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

Caroline flashed a beaming smile then turned to the group of people still standing near the doorway. "And there's Auntie Elena and Uncle Damon and Uncle Stefan."

"Whoa, hey, I'm not sure I want a Mikaelson kid calling me uncle." Stefan popped off, making Katie give him a pointed look while Klaus gave him a glare and a tilt of his head. A smirk appeared on Stefan's face before he laughed, "I'm just messing with you. She's freaking adorable."

Caroline gave him a smile and a shake of her head before Elena stepped up to her and said, "Alright stop hogging her." Then held her hands out for Hope. "Come see me mini Katie." Elena said as she carefully took the baby from Caroline.

When Bradley, the last person to get to hold her, took her she started getting fussy and rubbing her eyes. “It looks like your little princess is getting sleepy.” Katie said with a look at Kalus. Bradley who tried and failed to hide his aggravation passed the baby off to Klaus.

“We should probably go check into our hotel anyway.” Sheriff Forbes spoke up with a point at the door.

“Absolutely not.” Klaus said, making them all give him curious looks. “You all are here because you’re Katie’s family and family stays here, in the compound.” he continued. “Bradley, your old room is still available. So you and Sheriff Forbes are more than welcome to stay there and seeing as my lovely long lost sister is forcing Katie and I to spend our nights apart, all you ladies, if you so wish, can slumber it in our quarters.”

“I vote for slumbering it.” Caroline spoke up with a look at Elena who nodded in agreement.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing where you lived while you were away.” Sheriff Forbes told Bradley.

“What about us?” Damon asked with a motion to Stefan, Alaric and himself.

“There are rooms available for you guys too.” Katie answered then motioned to the maid standing quietly in the back of the room. “Jolene will show you where they’re at while I show the girls to our quarters and Klaus...gets the task of putting Hope down for a nap.” she said with a smirk at Klaus then motioned to the door.

After getting everyone settled Katie went to Damon’s room and knocked on the door. “Well hello, Katie Cat.” Damon told her as he did the smoldering eye thing he was so good at doing. “Looking for one last night of fun before you tie yourself down for the rest of your life?” he asked with a flick of his brows.

Katie laughed. “You haven’t changed.”

“And you haven’t answered the question.” he pointed out, intensifying the smolder.

“No, I’m not looking for one last night of fun.” Katie answered flatly and Damon made a pouty face. “Even if I was, it wouldn’t be fun. You’re actually kind of boring compared to Klaus.” she added with a smart aleck smirk.

“Liar.” He accused as he stepped aside, letting her into his room.

“Am not.” she countered.

“Yeah, what makes him so much better than me?” Damon asked as he shut the door and turned to look at her, thinking she wouldn’t answer the question.

“Well, you know that whole, ‘It’s not the size of the boat, but the motion of the ocean’ thing?” she asked and he hummed with a glare. “That’s only half true, not even half. More like a fourth. And while you have a sailboat, he has a fully loaded E-Class container vessel.” Damon gave her a confused look. “That’s the longest ship in the world in case you didn’t know.” she informed him then made a couple motions with her hands silently telling him they were long and tall.

“Yeah..well...So he has a big boat. Whooptie doo.” he said with a sarcastic eye roll.

“He also bites.” she answered with a smirk, now just trying to get under his skin and knock his “chicks love me” ego down a notch.

“I used to bite you all the time.” he told her with a wrinkle of his nose.

“Right, but not after I became a vampire.” she pointed out.

“Isn't his bite toxic to you?” he asked and Katie just quirked a brow at him, waiting for him to catch up to the implications. “Right, his blood is the antidote.” he recalled and a cheeky smile took over her lips before a lightbulb practically lit up above his head. “Oh! Man, I didn’t need to know that.”

“Hey, you’re the one that asked.” she defended with her hands held out to the sides before she crossed them over her flowy, black tank top covered chest. “Besides, it’s not my fault you never taught me about bloodshairing and how awesome it is. I’m guessing you never did because that would have made us closer and therefore would have made it harder for you to succeed in pushing me away. Which I'm figuring out you do to everyone who gives a damn about you.” Damon sighed and dropped his eyes to the floor. “I hear Elena had Alaric compel her to forget her love for you." She said as she walked around him and leaned against the generic wooden footboard of the queen sized bed.

"Yep." He answered, popping the p at the end of the word as he turned toward her.

"I love her, but she has made some really stupid decisions in her life and this? This takes the cake." She said as pushed herself off the footboard and walked over to the decanter set that sat on top of the dresser in the room and poured them both a glass.

"Yep." He repeated as she handed him a glass and they took a drink. As he swallowed his face turned quizzical. "Is this my favorite bourbon?"

She gave him a smile. "Yep." She copied his way of popping the p at the end of the word. "I knew this was going to be your room if you stayed, I knew about what Elena did and the fact that Alaric is now human and no longer able to compel her to remember how she felt about you. So I figured you were going to need a few drinks to get you through this trip. Alaric is a whiskey guy right?" She asked and Damon nodded. "I'll have some delivered to his room."

"Why did I ever let you go?" He asked rhetorically then threw back the drink she'd made him and moved to refill it.

"So, how are you feelin' about what she did?" She asked as she got tired of standing and sat down on his bed.

"Let's just say I'm starting to understand how Elijah felt when he found you and you had no memory of him." He said as he sat down beside her and now sipped on his drink.

"Well, I eventually came around to Elijah." She said trying unsuccessfully to make him feel better.

"Yeah, don't remind me." He sighed. "Besides, that only happened because he had a witch remove the wall in your mind that was holding back your memories."

"You know a witch can solve your problem too, right?" Katie asked and he looked across his shoulder at her flatly. "A powerful witch can undo even an original's compulsion."

"Na, Elena doesn't want to remember." He said as he let out a sigh and turned his eyes to the glass in his hand. "She has a thing going on with some frat boy at college." He admitted sounding defeated.

"You know I can still tell when you're lying right?" Katie asked and Damon looked up at her. "You don't want Elena to remember...why?"

"Because when she turned a part of me was thrilled because I knew there was this possibility that I could have her in my life for forever...but then the other part of me was devastated because I realized she lost the life she wanted to have." He turned his eyes to the glass in his hands that he fiddled with. "While I was gone, she got part of that life back. She's thriving...she's happy. Truth is, she's better off without me. I love her enough to let her go."

Katie blinked at him then licked her lips before she bit them closed with anger flared nostrils. "And now I remember why we didn't work out. You're an idiot." She stood up and looked down at him. "Do you know why Elijah and I didn't work out?"

"Um...because he was an idiot too?" He asked. "I don't know, I never asked Elena about that for obvious reasons."

"Because he wanted me to live the life I always wanted. He 'loved me enough to let me go'." Katie answered. "Sound familiar?" She asked with a pointed sarcastic look. "He didn’t fight for us and because of that, I lost all desire to ever be with him again. If you don't fight for her you may very well lose her forever."

"Change of subject." He told her with a grimace then finished off his drink and moved to get another as he spoke. "Looks like you've gotten everything you've always wanted. A man, a baby, friends that you don't have to watch grow old and die." His words made her think about Bonnie and the fact that she wasn't here, celebrating with all of them. "Damn, I'm sorry…" He stood and cupped her face in his hand out of an old reflex at seeing her make a pained expression. "Bonnie, would be so happy for you if she were here."

"Yeah?" Katie asked and he wiped a tear she didn't know had fallen then dropped his hand. "How would you know? You two hated each other."

"You don't spend four months locked in an empty 1994 prison world, living the same day on repeat and not get to know the person you're stuck there with." He answered. "We actually talked about you a couple of times."

"What about me?" Katie asked curiously.

"We were drunk and fighting and Bonnie pointed out that you left me because you were never really happy with me. All you and I did was argue and while she was watching over all of us on the other side, she never saw you and Klaus fight." He answered and Katie smiled sadly. "Is that true? You two never argue?"

"I wouldn't say that we never argue, but we definitely never fight like you and I did." Katie answered. "You constantly lied to me, tried to control me and manipulated me. You didn't respect me. Respect Elena, Damon, and her wishes. If she wants to remember you...help her figure out how."

Katie's phone chimed letting her know that it was almost time to start the rehearsal and there was still one person she needed to talk to before then. So she excused herself and headed two rooms over and knocked on the door.

"Shouldn't you be at your rehearsal?" Alaric asked when he saw that it was her who had knocked.

"I'm about to head that way, but I have an important question for you. Don't feel obligated to say yes. If you don't want to, I will completely understand." She told him, talking with her hands.

"What is it?" He asked with a smirk at her quickly spouted words.

"Will you walk me down the aisle?" She asked quietly.

Alaric's face froze, a little surprised by her question. "Sh...shouldn't your dad do that?"

"Bradley abandoned me and has had little to do with me since then. You are the one who kept an eye out for me even after my friends turned their backs on me." Katie shrugged, "You're not just my favorite teacher, you're the closest thing to a dad I've ever had." She admitted.

Katie noticed that his eyes looked a little misty as he answered, "I would love to."

TVDTVDTVD

After the rehearsal and the following dinner, Klaus walked Katie to their quarters where her friends and future sisters in law were already inside drinking the bottles of wine that Klaus, after Katie batted her puppy dog eyes at him, let them take from his wine cellar. “So will your ladies be throwing you a bachelorette party?” Klaus asked curiously as they came to a stop at their door.

“They haven’t mentioned anything, but judging off the amount of giggling going on in there they’re already buzzed and cooking something up.” Katie answered before a bunch of shushing could be heard on the other side of the door as the giggling slowly ceased.

“Should I assume that strippers will be involved?” he asked with a smirk and puppy dog eyes.

“No!” Elena called with a suspicious drawl from the other side of the door.

Katie laughed. “That’s a yes.”

“No it’s not!” this time it was Caroline.

Katie just smiled as she pushed her loose waves out of her face and gave Klaus an apologetic look. “What about you, any bachelor party plans?” Katie asked.

“Marcel is insisting we hit the town with the guys." Klaus answered.

“Who are the guys?” Katie asked curiously considering, Marcel aside, Klaus didn’t have many friends.

“He has convinced Josh, Stefan, Damon and Alaric to join us. I’m pretty sure Alaric is only coming because we’re making a stop at Marcel’s night club where our drinks will be free.” he explained. “I’ve also asked Stefan to be a groomsman so all of your ladies will be accompanied down the aisle. He's agreed to walk Elena."

“So who will watch Hope while we’re partying? We still don’t know when Dahlia will rear her ugly head.” Katie asked.

"Elijah and Gia volunteered to babysit," he answered, “plus our house is packed with wolves who will protect their soon to be princess.”

Katie rested her forehead on his chest then took a deep breath and let it out. "So should I assume a strip club will be one of the stops on your night out?" Katie asked as she looked up at him with a smirk.

"Definitely yes!" Rebekah yelled.

Klaus just motioned to the door with a look of agreement. "Should I nix the strippers?" He asked with an unsure wrinkle of his nose.

"I allowed you to kiss Genevieve, who was very much physically your type, and you admitted that you hated every second of it." Katie pointed out. "I'm not worried about strippers." Klaus made a 'fair point' look and shrugged. "So you can look, but don’t touch.” she told him jokingly. “Lap dances aside.” he gave her an amused, curious lift of his brows. “If I know Damon he will buy you one and well, lap dances are where the money’s at. Most of the women that work in gentlemen's clubs are saving up for something that’s important to them.” she told him honestly. "Be it college or a nice vacation."

“You’ve considered the career, have you?” he asked, his interest piqued.

“We’re going to drink all this wine without you if you do not get your bloody ass in here!” Rebekah yelled from the other side of the door.

“Have fun." He told her with a jerk of his head to the door.

She grabbed his open leather jacket and pulled him in for a long kiss they both relished, knowing it would be their last until the ceremony tomorrow afternoon. A moan slipped from her lips before she made herself let him go and take a step back. "Go, before we end up breaking the ritual's restrictions." Klaus pecked her on the lips one last time before they went separate ways for the night.

As soon as Katie walked through her door she got blasted in the face with confetti poppers. "Something tells me this confetti is shaped like penis’s." Katie guessed as she opened her eyes and plucked a purple penis shaped piece of confetti off her face. "Yep." She nodded as she dropped the metallic plastic and looked up to see Caroline waving a headband with neon pink bobble penis' on it. "I'm not leaving this house with that on my head." Katie told her with a point at the headband.

"Then it’s a good thing we don’t plan on leaving this massive house.” Caroline said as she tossed the headband to Katie who put it on her head then nodded making the penises bobble.

Deciding to tell her friends about the added benefits of her and Klaus’s wedding before they all got too drunk, Katie filled her friends in on everything as they drank.

"So you’re telling us that by tomorrow night, you’ll be a hybrid?” Elena asked, from where she lounged on one of the couches in the sitting room.

“And the queen of four different packs of wolves?” Caroline asked, sounding impressed where she sat next to Elena.

“Yep.” Katie answered proudly as she refilled her wine glass then sat down in the chair that was usually at the desk in the entry room, but had been moved to the sitting room for more seating.

“And you’re okay with that?” Elena asked, looking skeptical.

“She should be. It was her idea.” Rebekah answered as she leaned up and grabbed the wine bottle off of the coffee table between the two couches in the room.

“Who have you become?” Caroline asked with a half drunk smile. “Just a few years ago you were hiding the fact that your grandfather was an abusive drunk. Now you’re a mother and about to be the hybrid queen of a werewolf monarchy.”

“And I believe she’ll be a damn good one.” Rebekah added as she handed the bottle to Freya who sat beside her.

“She’s right.” Freya spoke up, surprising Katie. “Klaus may be the one calling the shots, but we all know who is really the driving force behind every move he makes.” Freya gave Katie a crooked smirk and raised her glass at her. “Something I have been incredibly grateful for since reuniting with my siblings.” she added then took a drink of the red liquid in her wine glass. Katie smirked back at Freya, but Rebakah noticed the flash of an uncomfortable look on Katie’s face when Frey’s eyes left her.

Katie didn’t see Elena glance at her phone and the sneaky smirks shared between her old friends. So when the door was thrown open, Katie jumped to her feet ready to fight. But when she realized that it wasn’t Dahlia, but the aforementioned strippers, she relaxed and started laughing.

Caroline and Elena cat called and laughed as three men came inside. One was too buff and dressed as a firefighter. Another had a body that was more to Katie’s tastes and dressed as a policeman. The third reminded her too much of Jackson with his longer brown hair and simply wore a tight long sleeved flannel shirt, distressed jeans and a tool belt around his hips. “Which one of you beautiful ladies is the bride to be?” the fireman asked with a look around the half circle of women that had moved into the entryway.

All four girls pointed at Katie. “Snitches.” she popped off making them laugh as the fireman started striding over to her with a confident look in his eyes. “Whoa, no.” she said, taking a few steps back as she held her hands up. “Down boy.” she pointed her finger at the smirking green eyed, short haired brunette.

“Oh come on.” Caroline complained, practically stomping her foot like a child.

“Yeah, how often do you get the chance to let loose and have fun?” Elena asked.

“Not very.” Rebekah answered for her.

Katie, who hadn’t been objecting to the strippers as a whole, just the fireman she had no interest in, kept her face indifferent as she placed her hand on the hulking guy's shoulder and walked around him. The other two strippers stood behind the fireman waiting to see if things were going to be called off. She looked at Caroline and Elena and let a smirk take over her face and they smiled. With a devilish look in her eyes she turned around, facing the blue eyed, golden haired policeman with an appraising gaze. “I just have one question.” she stated then looked back at Elena and Caroline since they were obviously the ones that purchased the strippers. “Am I allowed to eat them?”

Both of them were surprised by her question while Rebekah giggled, knowing the new Kate better than her old friends. “Um, well…” Caroline stuttered, unsure of how to answer.

“It’s your party, snack if you want to.” Elena answered, making Caroline look at her with wide eyes. “Hey, we may not be at a college party, but we are in college. Girls gone wild.” Elena sing songed then shrugged her shoulders up and down and swayed to music that wasn't playing.

Caroline took a large drink of her wine and motioned Katie to the strippers. Katie walked over to the policeman and hooked her finger between the buttons of his tight, black, button up shirt. He looked down at her finger then gave her a smirk. Knowing that smirk would eventually be removed from his pretty face and replaced by fear, she smirked back. “I’ll have this one.”

More cheers and cat calls came from the women as the policeman grabbed Katie’s shoulders and turned her around, cuffing her hands behind her back. He led her over to the desk chair in the sitting room and sat her down. The lap dance he proceeded to give her, while entertaining, did little for her. It was the anticipation of sinking her teeth into him later that made things fun.

And after the lap dance and the girls had their fill of exotic dancing, but before they turned off the music, Katie got the attention of the now topless and pantless police officer. Her bright green eyes gazed into his. "Don't scream, but please…" She let her thirst show, the veins framing her reddening eyes making the man's eyes go wide, "feel free to be afraid." She smiled, showing off her fangs before she struck like a viper, sinking them into his neck, filling her mouth with warm sweet blood. Caroline bit the now mostly naked construction man and Elena bit the fireman still wearing his suspenders clipped to his orange thong. Rebekah took the wrist of Katie's guy and bit it. Freya simply bid them goodnight, claiming to need her rest for tomorrow's ritual. When they'd had their fill, they healed the men, compelled them then sent them on their way.

After more girl talk focusing on Elena and her frat boy boyfriend, who wasn't actually a frat boy but a med student like Elena, and Caroline's feelings for Stefan who apparently didn't feel the same way, the girls eventually called it a night. Katie, Caroline and Elena shared the bed like old times while Rebekah slept in her room.

Katie was finding it hard to sleep, her thoughts on her missing friend.

"Are you okay?" Caroline's soft voice came from beside Katie.

"I miss Bonnie." She admitted. "All night it's felt like there was this...hole in the room where she should have been."

"I miss her too." Caroline replied.

"If there is anything Klaus and I can do to help bring her back, please don't hesitate to call." Katie told her and Caroline hummed. "I mean it, Care. Promise me."

"I promise." Caroline agreed before they both let sleep overtake them.

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The Loser

Imagine Daryl getting mad when Negan takes a liking to you.

Title: The loser. Warnings: None. Pairing: Darylxreader. Word count: 2,844. Setting: Alexandria a few months after Negan get’s put into the cell.

You had been the one caring for Negan for a few months now and while you still hated the guy with everything in you for the most part the exchanges between you had been pleasant. Yes he was a horrible, heinous human being and he didn’t have a heart, but you did. And it made it hard to see a human being locked behind bars for forever. He wasn’t even allowed to walk around outside in the fresh air. Even the most evil of animals didn’t deserve to be locked up for forever. If a dog bit a human it was most commonly understood that the dog was just be shot. Wasn’t Negan just a human version of a rabid dog with rabies? Why didn’t the council just kill him like they would a rabid dog?

So you hated going down to that dim dirty basement and seeing the down-in-the-dumps man three times a day. You hated that you pitied him. “Hi.” You chimed as you walked in with a paper plate containing a sandwich and a bottle of water.

“Ah, y/n, my favorite person. What’s for lunch today? Please tell me it’s not another grilled eggplant. That shit sucked ass.” He said with a slight lean back where he had moved to stand at the bars next to the tray slot.

“Egg, avocado and lettuce sandwich.” You said as you handed him the plate through the slot.

You could tell he was about to complain, but when his eyes caught yours he smiled and took the plate out of your hand. “Thanks.”

“You’re allowed to complain you know. Lord knows I would be if I were in there.” You said as you sat down in the chair that sat against the stone wall in the room.

“If you were in here with me? Na I don’t think you’d be doin’ much complainin’.” When you looked up from the sketch pad in your hands he winked at you. You felt a blush warm your cheeks as you moved your eyes back down to the sketch pad. It was also your job to sketch views of the towns for documentation and proof that there were settlements in this crazy world. You planned on scattering them out over the settlements just incase something happened they all wouldn’t get ruined if a building or two ended up getting set on fire. You wanted your art to be left behind for future generations to see when you were long gone.

Negan laughed, apparently able to see the pink tint that his comment brought to your face. “What are you doin’ over there?” he asked with a nod to the pad as he chewed on a bite of his sandwich.

“Michonne has given me the task of sketching different parts of Alexandria.” you said as you sketched one of the bars of the cell, not yet working on Negan himself.

“And I’m part of Alexandria?” he asked with a hint of surprise in his voice.

“Well right now it’s just your cell, but be nice to me and maybe I’ll put you in the drawing.”

“Oh, I’ll be nice.” Once again his tone made you blush, but you bit your lips closed and focused on your work. He chuckled quietly to himself. It was quiet for a while, the whole time his eyes were on you, but you only looked up to take in the details of the room and not the man in it. “Tell me, you got a guy up there on the surface?” he motioned to the window where you could see peoples feet as they walked around outside.

“No.” you answered not looking at him.

“So you and Daryl…?” he asked waiting for you to finish his sentence.

“You know it’s really hard to concentrate with you talking.” You said looking up from the paper to finally look at him.

“You said be nice.” He pointed out making you scowl.

“Fine then be quiet and I’ll consider drawing you in.” You snapped and he just smiled.

“So you do like Daryl?” he said through his smile and you bit your lip as you got back to work. It was once again quiet for a few minutes as you finished up the outline of the cell behind the bars that you had drawn. It was time to decide if you were going to sketch Negan into the cell. “Daryl’s an idiot you know. If we were back at the sanctuary I would’ve already asked you to marry me.”

You had been looking down at your pad, but when he said that you couldn’t help glaring up at him through your lashes. “What?” you had no clue why this was the word that you chose to let past your lips but it made Negan flash a big smile and in that moment you found yourself understanding why the women who agreed to be his wife had done so.

“Come on, you’re hot and you know it.” You had never thought of yourself as hot even once in your life. “If we were back at the sanctuary and you were alone, no Daryl, none of your people there to take care of you, no knowledge of the events that landed me here, what would you say to my proposal?”

You closed the book and hugged it to your chest as you glared at him and thought about your answer. If the circumstances were what he just described to you…? You started actually considering it. He wasn’t unattractive. Actually he was pretty damn hot. From what you had heard none of his brides went without and he wasn’t mean to them. The only down side was that you would have to share him. That in and of it’s self was a deal breaker.

“No.” you answered.

“Seriously?” he asked with his signature lean back. You didn’t answer and just watched as he grabbed the paper plate and held it out for you through the slot.

You set the pad on the floor and got up to take the plate from him. “Yeah, seriously.” You answered as you grabbed the plate.

“Why not?” he asked as he grabbed your hand through the slot and flipped it over in his. You dropped the plate on the outside of his cell. You could have taken your hand back. It was just sitting in his, but his sudden action had stunned you. Your eyes moved to his hazels stunning you even more. You saw his body move as he lifted his other hand and started drawing on the palm of your hand with the tip of his pointer finger. “You know I would take care of you.”

Little did you know that Daryl had walked by and heard Negan talking to someone in a flirtatious tone. So he leaned down and peered through the window.

You inhaled a deep breath and let it out, hating how good Negan’s touch felt. “I don’t share.” You said as you took your hand from his. As soon as the warmth was gone you felt yourself sobering up from the daze hisintimacy had put you in.

“Well, good news, I’m single.” He said and you shook your head and turned your back on him to bend down and pick up your drawing pad. “Damn.” He sighed shaking his head as he took in your ass that you had pointed right at him without thinking about it. You stood up and spun around quickly. “You have the keys, why don’t you come inside and let me show you how much I appreciate that fine ass of yours?”

After he asked that you heard the basement door open and Daryl came charging in. “Daryl?” you asked in confusion as he came rushing in looking pissed. “I thought you were out on a run, what are you doin’ here?” you asked in confusion as he stomped over and grabbed you by your upper arm.

“Yeah, Daryl, what are you doin’ here?” Negan echoed your question sarcastically.

“Come on, you’re done here.” Daryl started pulling you from the cell and you willingly followed. He didn’t let go of you until you were outside and then it was like he practically threw you away from him.

“What the hell is your problem Daryl?” you asked looking up at him with creased brows.

“What’s my problem?” he asked back at you. “What the hell is wrong with you, letting him touch you like that?” he growled, practically yelling at you.

You felt yourself deflate and crossed your arms over your chest, covering it with your drawing pad. You felt a tear run down your face from how he treated you and you turned away from him and started toward your house. You weren’t going to argue with him about this in the middle of the street. As you passed one of the windows of the cell you saw Negan looking up at you. You rolled your eyes and kept walking.

You weren’t aware that Daryl was following you untill you went inside and tried to shut the door behind you only for it to hit him. You turned around, stunned that he was there. “Are you gonna answer me?” he asked slamming the door behind him.

“No.” your quick answer only seemed to make him madder. “I don’t think I have to explain myself to you.”

“You seriously think he likes you? He’s playing head games with you.” Daryl glared down at you and tapped your temple with his middle finger.

You slapped him away. “You don’t think I know that?!” you yelled up at him “Regardless of what you think I’m not stupid.” You walked into the kitchen to get yourself a drink.

“I know you’re not.” Daryl almost yelled as he followed you to the kitchen. “You’re the smartest fuckin’ woman I know! That’s why I’m pissed that you let ‘im lay his grubby hand on ya! It looked like you were enjoying it!” you just pored yourself a glassed of water and took a sip as he yelled at you. “He’s a fuckin’ monster and you looked like you were ready to fuck ‘im. I’d expect it from another woman, but you?” his yelling was starting to get under your skin and make your blood boil. “Why-”

Finally you couldn’t take it anymore and placed your palms on the bar as you leaned across it at him “Because it felt good to be wanted!” your yelled words finally shut him up. He just stared at you and the tears that had started slipping down your cheeks. “No man has even given me a second look since the world fell, so excuse the fuck out of me for having a moment of weakness.” You grabbed your cup of water and walked out of the kitchen and to your room where you slammed the door behind you.

You sat down at your desk and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself. After you calmed down you decided that the future generations needed to know that even after the era of civilization fell putting people in prison was still something that worked. So you started sketching Negan by memory. You had just finished what you could when you heard a knock on your bedroom door.

As soon as you opened the door Daryl took a step toward you, grabbed your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. You stumbled back from the force but your lips remained together and he kicked the door shut behind him. Daryl didn’t know how to say that he had not only given you a second look, but about a thousand since he’d first met you at hilltop. So he decided to show you.

The two of you walked backwards stumbling around the room like a couple of idiots until you felt Daryl hit something and he fell down to sit on your bed breaking the kiss. He placed his hands on your hips and looked at you. It was weird that all he had to do was squint up at you for you to see that it hurt him when he saw you letting Negan touch you. Even if it was just your hand. You reached out and ran your hand through his soft hair, pushing it out of his face. He let his head fall forward to rest on your stomach. You just rested your hands on the back of his neck and played with his long hair. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that you…” What, liked you? Wanted you? What exactly was it that was going on right now?

He picked his head up and looked up at you. “I didn’t either. Not until I saw…” he didn’t finish his sentence and when his eyes grew dark he didn’t have to.

“Negan made you jealous?” you asked. He nodded and pulled your hips toward him, silently asking you to come closer. So you moved to straddle his lap. He slid his hands up your back making you sigh before your lips met again. The two of you made out like a couple of teenagers for ten minutes before you broke apart for a breather. “This is nice.” You said from where you lay with your head on Daryl’s shoulder while your hands traced the lines of his abs. He picked your hand up and placed his palm against yours, comparing the sizes of your hands. “I don’t want to ruin the moment or anything, but I have to know…what does this mean for us?” you felt his head turn to look at you so you looked up at him.

“What do ya mean?” he asked and you shrugged.

“I mean, are we still just friends, friends with benefits or…are we something more?” you asked sliding your hand that was still pressed against his to the side to lace your fingers together. “I guess I’m asking you to put a label on us.”

Daryl hummed and turned his eyes back to your hands. You did to and you watched as he grabbed your right hand and pulled a ring off that you always wore on your right ring finger. You wanted to ask what he was doing, but you just watched. He picked up your left hand and placed it on your left ring finger. Butterflies started soaring in your stomach and flew up to your chest. “Not askin’ ya to marry me. It’s just there to hold the place if we ever decide to tie the knot one day.” He said and you turned your eyes to his and smiled broadly. He smiled back before another makeout session ensued.

“Wow, I’m surprised Daryl let you come back down here after the way he pulled you out of here yesterday.” Negan said when you walked in with his breakfast of fresh cow’s milk and stale cereal. You ignored him and handed him the styrofoam bowl and plastic spoon. “You are aware that you put your ring on the wrong hand this morning aren’t you?”

“It’s not on the wrong hand.” You humored him with a reply as you sat down and started putting the finishing touches on the drawing of Neagan that you couldn’t get from memory.

“Whoa, wait a minute, did you and crossbow get engaged?” he asked around his bite of food and you could hear the smile in his voice without even looking up.

But you had to look up to make sure you had his eye shape right. “It’s a promise ring.” You looked back down and started drawing his eyebrows.

“He gave you your ring as a promise ring?” he asked in confusion.

“It’s not like Alexandria has a jewelry store.” You said flatly not looking up from your work.

He was quiet while he finished eating and you finished drawing. When you were done you flipped the pad over and walked over to the bars to show Negan. “Nice. Looks just like me.”

“Yep, you’ll forever be known as the guy who managed to get life in prison in the middle of an apocalypse.” You popped off and he looked a little hurt. “Sorry, that was a little bitchy.” You said as you flipped the pad closed and moved to the food slot and held out your hand for his empty bowl and spoon. He handed it to you, but didn’t let it go. You looked up at him a little annoyed. “You don’t like sharing, does Daryl?”

“You wish.” You scoffed and jerked the stuff out of his hand.

“You like me and you know it.” He said with a smile.

“You’re full of yourself and you know it.” You said back to him as you left him behind and locked the door to the basement on your way out.

Daryl stood talking to Michonne and a few other people across from the cell that Negan was in and you were aware of Negan’s eyes on you as you walked over to the group. Negan gritted his teeth when he saw Daryl’s arm slide around your waist. He lost again.

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