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Hello, my lovely readers. Pain, heartache and some new twists pop up in this chap along with another canon Legacies character… On with the show…

Chapter 10: Well, That's Shocking

                                                     Sam

Slumping down in front of his girlfriend's bedroom door, Sam Salvatore contemplated the ceiling. He could hear the excitement of the Mikaelson family downstairs. They were trying to figure out what to do with the hostage. "He's not staying here!" Rebekah. "Klaus, I can't believe you took one of their men!" Caroline. "This is typical Klaus. Act first. Think later." Hayley. "Perhaps we can make him useful." Elijah. A muffled cry from the hostage and then a low chuckle from Klaus before. "If nothing else, I believe that Caroline might want to ask him some questions. Don't you love?"

Sam heard footsteps on the stairs. "She still in there?" Marcel Gerard asked as he made his way down the long hallway. He slid down the wall opposite Sam.

"Yup." Sam lifted ice blue eyes to meet Temis's father's dark brown ones. Marcel nodded, turning his head to the side for a moment. "She's a lot like her mother. She's got fire in her belly. But she also cares a lot about people. Sometimes those feelings can overwhelm her. That's why it's good she's got you. You ground her."

"I do?" Sam didn't feel like he grounded Artemis Gerard. She did as she pleased. And he loved her for it. Although sometimes it scared him a little. Watching her kill a man. That scared him.

"Did she turn tonight?" Marcel asked. He nodded at the closed door.

"She started to…" Sam glanced at the closed door. "But she stopped. I stopped her. I think…" He glanced back at Marcel. "How did you know she turned?"

"I could smell the blood on her," Marcel replied, shrugging. "I guess she doesn't have to turn like Klaus and Hope do." He shook his head. "What we are… What I turned myself into. It's odd. Not really a wolf. Not really a vamp. Not anymore. Not for a while." His eyes pinned Sam to the spot. "She's more dangerous to you now, Samuel. Be careful."

"I…" Sam felt his throat constrict. He'd never felt afraid of what Temis might do him. It's really other people he feared for. Usually he feared his friends near his sister. Fanny. She was only human. She couldn't fight back. But the rest of them could. Except for Theo.

"I'm going down." Marcel pushed himself to his feet. "Let me know if Artemis comes out."

"Sure." Sam nodded and watched Marcel leave.

After a long moment, Sam got to his feet. Turning to the door, he lifted his hand and knocked. "Temis, can I come in?" he called.

No response. Frowning, Sam tried the door and found she'd locked it. "Temis, open the door. I know you can hear me." Pressing his ear to the door, Sam heard Temis' breathing. "Temis, baby…"

Finally the lock snapped out of place. Sam's hand went down to the knob and he turned it. Temis laid on her side. The lights were all off and she was staring out her window at the full moon. "Temis?" Sam made his way inside the room and closed the door behind him.

"I don't want to talk about it, Sammy," Temis replied. Her voice was thick. Sam thought she had been crying. "Just leave me alone."

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Hello, my lovely readers. The Mikaelson-Gerard women have their own ways of dealing with life's twists. On with the show…

Chapter 9: So, That's What's Behind Door Number Three

                                                     Rebekah

Of all the things in the world that were glaringly obvious to Rebekah Gerard nee Mikaelson; the sudden return of her mother seemed like a small thing. If she compared her mother's reappearance to the outing of all supernatural kind, her children's romantic choices—and choosing to remain in the tiny town of Mystic Falls with the added displeasure of the para-military idiots who stalked them all—well, Rebekah was not impressed. No, Rebekah was seething.

One of the reasons Rebekah was currently seething stood a few feet from her. Niklaus. "This is all your bloody fault!" she spat out. She couldn't help it. It felt right.

Turning on his heel, Niklaus stalked over to his younger sister and he glowered back at her. "Excuse me?"

"If you had not gone prattling on about what a Big, Bad vampire you were to that bloody human; we would not be here, right now!" Rebekah hissed out.

"Rebekah, this is not the time," Elijah called. He stood a few feet to their left, scanning the area that they stood in. Hayley stood by Elijah's side. The hybrid chose to say nothing and to ignore the possible argument evolving to her right.

"Oh, no, Elijah. Allow our sister to continue. No doubt she'll show the error of her own logic soon enough." Klaus smirked back at Rebekah. That smug smirk sent Rebekah over the edge.

"You were gloating about being a serial killer! And you thought nothing of our lives! Our futures! You told a human what we were, what we were capable of and now you act as if you're shocked that we are now being hunted down like bloody wildlife!" Rebekah could not help adding. "Caroline's daughter is undergoing who knows what kind of torment because of what: your ego!"

The air stilled and Rebekah could hear tiny insects flitting about but even their activities waned as Klaus's rage built. "How dare you!" he growled out. "Do you believe, sister, that they fear you less? Did you forget my telling of your machinations as well as my own? After all, our stories are intertwined. Are they not?"

"Thanks to you. You couldn't just tell of your own misdeeds. You dragged me, Elijah, Kol, and Marcel into it. As if each of us were simply extensions of your own sorry existence. Oh, brother, we should have torn you limb from limb and scattered your bits across the globe!" Rebekah snarled out. Her fury was getting the best of her but she couldn't help it. Ever since the report, all Rebekah wanted to do was unleash her anger upon her brother's insolence.

"You—" Klaus snarled out, his hands were balled at his sides. Yes. It looked like their little quarrel would end in a daggers-for-all sequence. Too bad daggers did not work on the likes of Rebekah's kind.

"Enough!" Caroline cried out. "Just stop it!" The other blonde turned to glare at her fiancée and her would-be-sister-in-law. "Are we here to find out what those jackasses did to Esther, or are we going to spend the entire night at each other's throats? 'Cause I don't really care." She looked from Klaus to Rebekah.

"Caroline…" Klaus looked properly chastised and Rebekah shrugged. "Let's see if we might find a way inside. Shall we?" He finally had a sensible thing to say.

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Hello, my lovely readers. We've got Salvatore drama and a lot of friendship moments. On with the show…

Chapter 3: Do You Know Who You Are?

                                                          Sam

Blood pumped Samuel Salvatore's veins as he drank from a blood bag and then disposed of it in the trash that his mother would take back to the hospital and set inside the medical waste container. His parents had warned Sam that he had to be extra careful now. However, Sam felt happy and was not too worried about someone grabbing him in the middle of the night.

Grinning from ear to ear, Sam adjusted his dad's old leather jacket and his new dark shades before he walked into his high school. He could feel the eyes of his fellow students drift his way. It was a new day for Sam. Last year, he was one of the biggest geeks in town. Those days were over.

"Sammy!" Freddy Lockwood called. He headed down the hallway and slapped Sam a high-five before he patted Sam on the back. "Lookin' good, my friend."

"Thanks, Freddy. Where's Hope?" Sam asked, taking his girlfriend Artemis's hand and swinging her outward and then into the crook of his elbow, kissing the top of her head.

Freddy's head darted to the left and as if appearing out of nowhere, Hope Mikaelson entered the hallway. It felt like a rerun of the year before—when Sam was still in love with Hope—but this time her hair hung long, dark and straight. She came to stand near them, without Todd, her former boyfriend. Hope was no longer the queen of the school. And Todd would never again be king of anything.

"Good morning," Hope said, hefting her book bag up her shoulder. "Temis, I love the necklace," she told her cousin, nodding at the necklace that Temis wore that morning.

Temis touched the amethyst that hung from her neck. No girl that Sam knew could afford a rock like that. It must weigh about half a pound and looked like it might have last been seen around the neck of some princess in Europe, about three centuries ago. "Its Mum's," Temis said.

"It brings out your eyes," Hope said as they headed down the hallway.

The other students whispered as they passed. Sam figured it was because of the weird group they made. Hope Mikaelson. Artemis Mikaelson. Sam Salvatore. Freddy Lockwood. Sounded like the beginnings of The Breakfast Club.

Once they entered their English class, they settled toward the back of the room. Hope leaned back in her seat and offered the humans nearest them a smile. They smiled back but Sam caught at least one of them pass another a note which went into a pocket, instead of being read. Weird, but nothing to think about.

"How is Fanny?" Hope asked, turning to her right, to look Sam in the eye. Sam felt Freddy's eyes on him, too.

Sam inhaled. "She's good. Just a little sick. Some kind of flu bug. Basically, she's puking. A lot. Mom's taking her to see a doc, later today."

Hope nodded. "Sorry to hear that."

Sam nodded. He knew that Fanny was pregnant. Artemis knew, too. She'd figured it out first, a couple of weeks back.

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