A/N: Hello everyone! :) I am back and this time I am writing my first multi-chapter TVD fic with of course my favourite pairing on the show - Klaroline! I would like to thank my beta xthesebonesx for beta-ing this! :)

Disclaimer - The characters (except the OCs) belong to TVD and the CW.


"If the soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed."

France 1850

The piercing sounds of screaming echoed, as he strode down the hallway; to the room at the very end of it.

At first glance, one would think that the room was painted red. But upon closer inspection, it was clear that the sticky substance, that coated several areas of the wall and floor, was in fact blood. Decapitated bodies, torn out limbs and a few hearts littered the floors.

He walked over to the body that was being held up by a couple of his men. The once charismatic vampire, who had women swooning with just a smile was so beaten and bloodied, that he simply resembled a mass of muscle with a mop of dark hair on top of it. Gripping the man by the chin, he raised his prisoner's head up.

"Did you think you would be successful in trying to kill my family, and I?" Klaus drawled.

The man opened his puffy, bloodshot eyes, and immediately upon seeing Klaus, spat in his face.

Swiping the blood away, Klaus leaned in closer, "Armand, you are aware that I do not take kindly to people attempting to slaughter me, or any of my family members."

"You have got some double standards, you son of a bitch!" the vampire rasped out, "Murdering countless families over the years, and you expect no one to make an attempt at yours!"

"But of course," Klaus replied with a smirk, as he took a step back and swept his arm towards the people who entered the room, "Especially when they know what the consequences of such actions are bound to be... Do look at the little show I have put on for you."

The man's eyes widened when he recognized the struggling body being held by more of Klaus' henchmen, as it came into full view.

"No!" Armand yelled. "She is innocent- she had nothing to do with this!"

"You should have thought of that before you decided to take me on." Klaus said strongly, as he looked at him, "I trusted you, treated you like family and you betrayed me!"

"You never trusted me! All you expected was blind obedience!" he spat out in return. "Don't lie to me, and pretend that you treated me as an equal!"

"Well, then you should have stayed within the limits of your status, instead of plotting with the others to kill me." Klaus answered, before he leaned in. "Now, you get to stay and watch what happens to your wife, before you die. This will be a lesson to anyone to think twice before double-crossing me."

Klaus flicked his hand, and the gag was taken off the prisoner.

Suddenly, a clear voice filled the room as the others fell silent, instantly grabbing his attention.

Armand's wife, a pretty blond sporting a bloody lip, was kneeling on the floor, an expression of rage contorting her face.

"Niklaus Mikaelson let go of us, and I solemnly swear that I will let you roam this world, curse-free," she bartered.

Klaus laughed wholeheartedly before turning his gaze back to Armand.

"I think your wife is a mad woman for daring to threaten me. Does she not realise that I can not be killed?"

"I am no mad woman!" the woman yelled, and Klaus remained silent. "I come from a powerful line of witches, and it will do you good to heed my words," she retorted.

Klaus' eyebrow rose before he looked to his prisoner, once more.

"Armand, you never told me you had a witch in the family... Tragic that such assets are about to go to waste."

"You have been warned!" she yelled.

Klaus' amusement only began once she started chanting in Latin, her brown eyes blazing with emotion.

"I curse you to a life of loneliness and sadness," she said roughly. "For the moment you have experienced true happiness, it will be taken away from you, swallowed by the darkness that inhabits your soul. The very thing you love, that brings you happiness and peace, will be no more- it will wither away, as the poison in your heart takes it over! Your selfishness will be the death of your life. The darkness will eat away the light. And the evil being you have become will be able to do nothing to alter its course," the woman said passionately, through her teeth.

Klaus threw back his head and laughed, mercilessly.

"You truly believe that your words affect me, you crazy witch?" he asked in a bellowing voice, as his eyes stared straight into her soul. "Your silly curse holds no restraint over me," Klaus said confidently. "But perhaps, it did- say there was some way your curse had any weight to it... I know many witches on my own, sweetheart. Your kind works for me! And as I've learned, every curse it can be broken. They were made to be broken," he said with an arrogant smirk.

Klaus turned on his heel and easily walked towards the door.

"You'll regret that," the woman said beneath her breath, but the Original ignored her final warning.

"I am bored now. Kill her," he ordered to the henchman, before glancing at Armand, once more. "And make sure he sees it. And when she is gone- murder him, slowly. Make the pain last."

Ignoring Armand's pleas to spare his wife, Klaus walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him, with an arrogant smile on his face.

Moments later, as he walked down the hallway, the sounds of screaming filled the air, once more.


A/N: Please review! I would love to know what you think of this! :)