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Chapter Fourteen

She found the back gate with ease.

The back of the compound was away from the public. Not only that, but it was locked as well.

The gate had a chain wrapped around two bars. The chain was wrapped four times, and connected with a large and very aged padlock. Upon further inspection, Avarice came to the conclusion that it had been spelled by a witch. It was to keep people from entering.

She couldn't help but grin. "How cute."

They actually thought they could keep her out.

Avarice shrugged her shoulders, then with one swift kick, took down the doors completely. They ripped from their hinges, and went sliding loudly across the ground, the lock and chains still attached to their original places.

As she stepped into the compound, Avarice wondered who actually owned the building now. Surely it wasn't Marcel; he would want nothing to do with it. Besides, as far as she knew, he had Lucien's old penthouse all to himself now. Who on earth did own it?

Not that it mattered to her. She didn't need to be invited in. In reality, the mortal world was her playground. She could do anything she wanted here, aside from kill anyone. However, if Marcel kept heading down the path he had forged, she believed she would have to break that very rule.

The compound was falling to pieces. It had barely been two months, and already the building was crumbling. The overhangs were covered in vines, as were the doors, the columns, and floor. The fountain in the centre of the courtyard had long since been turned off, and the water had turned green with algae and was covered with floating leaves. It was clear that many animals had also taken residence, since she could hear the mice and raccoons that now resided in the attic.

Avarice was enamoured by the compound. She had seen the Mikaelson's there all those years ago. When they first came to New Orleans, they had lived there. Then they lived there when against Marcel, and for Hope's birth, and for Hayley's transition, then for her wedding, and for when they first met Freya, then they went up against Dahlia, and then went they went up against the Trinity. So much had happened here between the family members. And now it was falling to ruin.

She refused to let the same thing happen to the family itself.

She listened closely, and heard it. The soft whimpers and groans, mixed with a rather fast heartbeat.

It wasn't long before she found the exact spot.

All it took was one rough punch with her right fist, and the brick was knocked away with nothing left of it but a rather large hole. She could see him through the gaping circle she had made in the wall.

She couldn't help but smirk.

It was time for him to be with his family.

And this time, Marcel Gerard couldn't do a thing about it.

*

Klaus took a deep breath, and his eyes shot open.

His first and immediate reaction was to grab at his chest, to see if the wound was there. He didn't feel one, nor did he feel any pain.

He finally became more aware of his surroundings, he saw that he was standing up instead of laying down, like he would have thought he would be. He also saw that he was in a garden. In front of him stood a large castle, larger than any he had ever seen. It was of a gothic style, but was made of white stone instead of a dark coloured material. The garden was filled with black roses, pink carnations, and white carnations. They contrasted each other, but somehow looked perfect. As if they belonged there.

When he looked back at the castle, he saw a woman standing at the entrance. She wore a black tank top and black jeans, and he blinked a few times to make sure she was real. Her hair was long and black, and her skin was dark like copper and seemed like it shone in the sunlight.

He looked a little closer, and saw that she actually did not look very healthy at all. She was slightly pale and her skin did not shine because it glowed, but rather because it was covered in a thin layer of sweat. She looked as if she had a fever. In fact, she looked as if she should be dead.

Perhaps she was. After all, he knew nothing of his location or of her.

Perhaps he was dead too.

"Who are you?" he finally asked.

She smiled at him. She walked down the steps that led up to the patio of the castle, and met him in the garden. When she came closer, he instinctively stepped back, and she stopped walking. Her expression did not change, though. Her smile had fallen gradually after she came down the steps and she looked more uncomfortable than anything else. He assumed it was likely because of her illness or exhaustion, whichever it happened to be.

"Do not be afraid," she told him, and the smile returned. "My name is Avarice."

"What happened to me? A few moments ago I had a blade in my chest, and yet I now feel perfectly fine. Where is it?"

"Oh, it still is there. You simply cannot feel it. I made sure of that," she informed him.

He was quiet for a little while. Then curiosity took over him once again as he glanced at his surroundings. He always looked right back at her within a few moments, as if he were afraid that she would catch him looking at the wrong thing.

Oh how he hated paranoia. But then again, it was better to be paranoid than dead.

"What is this place?" he asked, finding himself once again looking up at the castle before him.

"It is my home. And now, it is yours as well."

He was quiet, but when he did finally looked back at her, he saw that she was watching him closely and with amused eyes.

"Care to come inside?"