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The Enemy Of My Enemy 6A/? 
21st-Dec-2013 07:44 pm
chlefan---chloe/stefan
The Enemy of My Enemy
Title: The Enemy of My Enemy
Sequel to: Tinseltown Rumor Mill
Universe: Chloe & The Brothers Series
Rating: M
Pairings: MANY. Damn. Uhm. Main? Chlalvatore and Schlean; Lois/John; Lois/Alaric
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: The whole world now knows about vampires, and most of it has been compelled by Klaus, via the "coming out" broadcast. With the Salvatores and the Winchesters unable to see eye to eye on anything, Lois learning the way of the vampire hunter, and someone from the past returning to 'help', things are about to become crazy. And, of course, E!News is happily covering it all.


"I still can't believe you never got the hang of drinking human blood." Katherine eyed Stefan as she made a face at the scent of pig's blood that surrounded him. She couldn't stand the scent, and was admittedly disgusted at the thought that he would stoop so low as to drink from animals like this. He'd always been her favorite, the one she'd loved the most, and to see him like this, well, it didn't sit well with her at all.

Stefan didn't look up from the journal he was writing in. "Go bother someone else."

"There's no one else," she informed him, miffed that he'd speak to her like that, remembering all-too well the days in which he used to worship her.

Stefan put down the pen and closed the book as he looked up at her, eyes narrowed. "What do you mean there's no one else?"

"I mean that we're the only ones here." She smirked as she threw herself down on the bed next to him and trailed her fingers against the bedsheets. "The human is out filming scenes with the Winchesters and your little plaything left with her because she had a meeting with her old boss to discuss her old column or something like that."

Stefan frowned. "What about Damon and Ric?"

"The hunter said he had something to do, and your brother left soon after he did." Katherine tilted her head. "I think he's following him." She then smiled at Stefan. "So it's just you and me, all alone, in this big, empty hotel with all these bedrooms."

Stefan stood from the bed and took his journal with him as he moved towards the door. "What do you want, Katherine?"

"If you really have to ask, you're out of practice." She turned onto her back, positioning herself provocatively on his bed, lips curled.

Stefan's expression was unmoved.

She rolled her eyes and sat up. "Oh come on Stefan, I explained why I did what I did all those years ago."

"Yes, you did."

Katherine gave a little growl. "You're punishing me, aren't you?"

"This isn't me punishing you."

"Yes, it is." Katherine pushed off of the bed and onto her feet. "You're hurt that I turned you and then left you for all of those centuries on your own, and I get it Stefan, I do. I shouldn't have done that to you or Damon, but I was on the run from Klaus and it wouldn't have been fair on the two of you to take you along with me when I didn't know just how much longer I'd be alive-or-undead. But I wasn't about to let you two find someone else and get married and have children and die of old age having forgotten all about me either. I had to make sure that you would be around when I finally got Klaus off of my back so we could be together, just like we'd always wanted, always planned." Katherine came forwards. "We can be a family, the three of us, just like we always wanted."

Stefan frowned. "We never wanted that."

"Then why are you doing exactly that right now?" She couldn't keep the anger from her voice. "You keep saying that you never wanted to have that sort of lifestyle, that it was only my dream, and yet it's exactly what you're doing right now-with her!"

"It's different."

"How could it possibly be different?" She snapped as she threw her hands in the air, skin paled and veins darkening. "You don't realize it, but you're just substituting what you wanted to have with me and having it with her! You're using her as a substitute for me!"

Stefan stared at her in silence before he did something she hadn't expected, he chuckled.

Katherine stared at him in shock, eyes wide. "What's so funny?"

"The mere realization that you think she could be your substitute; it's hilarious." Stefan opened the door and left the room, left her inside of it.

Katherine stared at the empty, open doorway, eyes narrowed, fists clenched and shaking. "What's that supposed to mean?"

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She'd signed all kinds of documents to be allowed on the location they were filming at, and there were just so many different documents and such that in the end Chloe had ended up signing everything that'd been shoved under her nose without even reading the fine print. Considering everything, and her past with the writers and producers of Paranormal, Chloe was more than sure that that was going to come back and bite her in the ass some day, but at least it gave her access to the set now that she'd finished meeting with Martha and Perry. Chloe's boss and his wife (Senator Kent-White) had had a very long meeting with her that had been half reunion (Martha) and half work-related (Perry). Apparently there was a lot of pressure on him from a lot of different fronts and Chloe just disappearing the way she had hadn't just hurt her friends, she'd hurt business. There was a lot she was going to have to do, and damage control was one of them.

Perry didn't know she was a vampire and he didn't need to do, honestly, she didn't think he'd want to know. He understood her need to privacy and keeping certain aspects out of the public eye, but he was her boss and in his own words, she'd had enough time off and it was time she went back to work, especially with all the supernatural things going on giving credibility to her profession, credibility that hadn't been there when she'd taken the sabbatical. And he wanted her to start work at the Originals Ball, as the big shindig was being called, scoring some sort of interview with Niklaus Mikaelson. Chloe couldn't figure out how to work all this out considering she was trying to stay as far away from that Original as possible.

The blonde watched Sam, Dean and Lois filming a scene where they were staking out the creature of the week, a small smile on her face until a vibrating in her pocket caught her attention and she pulled out her phone, a wary expression on her face when she saw the number was blocked. She sent one last look towards the trio and moved away from the filming towards the trailers before answering. "Who is this?"

"Hello, Chloe."

Chloe flinched, her eyes widening. "Bruce." The blonde looked around before she hurried towards a more deserted section. "How did you-?"

"Oliver gave me the number once he finally told me that you were in the California safehouse, with vampires."

She lowered her head and sighed. "So I take it you somehow were wearing vervain during the transmission and don't believe they're harmless?"

"Zatanna has equipped the JL with vervain jewelry to keep us from being Compelled in the future," he hedged the question. "From that question I take it you are not Compelled either."

"No."

There was silence, and then: "We have found secret organizations buying up large fields of vervain, and any seeds of them, and destroying them in secret."

Chloe's eyes widened in shock. "They're making sure that people can't protect themselves from the Compulsion."

"They can't destroy the plant completely though. There will always be someone growing them in secret."

And that was why they'd need Chloe.

The blonde frowned as she licked her lips. "Why are you telling me this and not telling me off like Oliver?"

"I understand better than anyone the need to disappear when one feels over their heads," he sighed heavily. "I did the same when I was younger and had a lot of decisions to make about the direction my life was going to take." He paused. "Are you happy now, Chloe?"

Her lips curled in a small smile. "Happy enough." She cradled the phone. "Thank you for understanding, Bruce. No one else has." She paused. "Are you happy?"

There was a pause and he let a sigh. "Happy enough."

She smiled a little brighter. "That's all we can ask for, right?"

"I agree." Bruce took in a deep breath. "One day we need to have dinner to catch up."

"We do." She licked her lips. "I would like that a lot."

"I must go, Helena is motioning to me." He gave a little sigh. "It was good hearing your voice."

Her smile grew tender. "And yours, Bruce." She licked her lips. "I'm sorry for how I cowardly I did things. You both deserved for me to say goodbye and to explain why I was doing what I was doing."

"Yes," he agreed without reproach, unlike Oliver. "But what is done is done, and what is important is the present."

This is why Bruce had always been so important to her. "Thank you, Bruce." She couldn't keep the tremor from her voice, his forgiveness meaning so much to her she couldn't put it into words. "Thank you."

"Talk to you later, Chloe." And with that he hung up.

The blonde smiled as she hung up and wiped at her teary eyes with the back up her hand. She'd been so terrified to talk to Oliver and Bruce for so long, and while it'd been kinda painful to do so with Oliver, it'd been like lifting a burden off of her to do so with Bruce. Then again, Oliver had always been the impulsive, emotional and temperamental one, whereas Bruce was the mature, reserved, thoughtful one. She should have known that talking to him would have been different. This short conversation had given her some closure that she'd needed for a very long time now, and Chloe smiled softly at the thought that maybe now she could truly begin healing.

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Ric took a sip of his drink as he gazed at the screen, which was predictably turned onto E!, and was showing a piece on the Originals, focusing on Rebekah Mikaelson, whom everyone was referring to as the "lone beauty in a sea of handsome faces" amongst her family. The program featured the many different fanclubs dedicated to "The Princess of the Night" and there were interviews with the people on the street as to what they thought about the vampires, focusing though on what they thought about Rebekah Mikaelson in particular. Her fashion was a topic that came up, her "perfect hair" and "incredible fashion statement pieces" brought up in pictures as Robbie Laughlin took pictures of her "best looks" and asked people on the street which ones they preferred and why.

The hunter watched the television and couldn't believe that the world now knew about vampires, and all they cared about was what they were wearing. He knew that the Compulsion was to blame for part of it, but he knew it wasn't to blame for all of it. Deep down inside of him he believed that even if the Originals hadn't Compelled most of the world, half of them would be acting this way still.

"I disagree with you," Robbie Laughlin shook his head as he lifted a picture with Rebekah Mikaelson in an emerald green gown. "Personally, I think this one is her best look. With her hair up and the emeralds in her golden locks she lives up to the title of Princess of the Night."

"Oh god," a voice groaned as someone slid onto the stool next to Ric. "This is all going to go to her head and make it bigger than it already is."

Ric raised an eyebrow as he sent a sideways glance towards his companion. "You're late."

She smirked. "It's a lady's prerogative to be late."

Ric merely finished his drink and motioned to the bartender for another one.

"Bourbon, straight." She smiled at the bartender before she turned to Ric. "So, I take it everything is going according to plan?"

"Damon hasn't seriously tried to kill Katherine, no," Ric sighed. "But the tension in the house is mounting. Chloe's cousin is living with us too, which is something I hadn't planned on. I don't like the idea of her and Katherine under the same roof. I can't trust that vampire not to do something while we're sleeping." He frowned. "It also means that I don't have as much free time as I anticipated because Chloe asked me to train Lois and, given everything, I think it makes perfect sense."

"And it has nothing to do with the fact that you're attracted to her."

"Sage."

The redhead smirked. "Your musky scent spiked when you spoke about her, and I have a superior ability to smell things, it's really not my fault." She smiled at the bartender when he passed her her cup, the flirty redhead turning her attention back on Ric. "I don't know whether to agree with you that she's extremely attractive, or be jealous that she's taking your attention away from me."

Ric ignored Sage's usual flirtations, knowing that she was just trying to make him uneasy. He merely nodded his thanks to the bartender as he recieved his next drink and turned towards the vampire. "So, what news to do you have for me?"

"You know, I'm starting to feel like a booty call." Sage trailed her finger around the mouth of her cup. "You only call me when you want something from me and not because you just want to talk and enjoy my company."

Ric raised an eyebrow. "We're both getting something from this Sage, don't act as if this is onesided."

"You're no fun, Ricky." She rolled her eyes with a sigh. "Fine." Sage took a sip of the bourbon as she considered him silently and gulped the liquid down. "You can't kill them."

"Look, I get that you and Finn had this past-."

"No." Sage shook her head. "It's more than that." She licked her lips. "I mean, if you want your friends to live, you can't kill them."

Ric frowned as he leaned forwards. "Explain."

True unease covered her expression as she took in a deep breath as moved forwards as well. "I don't know how this can be done, Ric, but apparently it can be done, but at a horrible price. If an Original dies, so does every single vampire of his or her bloodline." Her gaze was as serious as her voice hissed. "You kill one of them, and you could be condemning your friends to death."

Ric froze in horror before he pulled away and cursed. "Damn it." He ran his hand over his face before he turned to her. "How sure are you that this is accurate information?"

"Very." She downed the whole glass without flinching, expression sour. "And I paid a great price to get you that information so it's going to cost you, handsome."

Ric frowned when he heard the nearly inaudible waver in her voice. "Are you okay?" He leaned over and rested his hand on her arm, feeling the slight shiver there. "What happened?"

She gave him a smirk, but the usual twinkle in her eyes was completely gone, something missing, horribly dimmed. "Aw Ricky, don't pretend you actually care."

His frown grew. "What did you do?"

Sage's smirk melted as she looked away. "It's none of your business, Alaric."

He hated it when she called him Ricky, but it surprised him how uneasy his first name on her lips made him. The hunter tightened his grip on her arm. "Talk to me."

Sage's gaze lowered to his hold on her arm and she licked her lips before her gaze rose to his, eyebrows nearly touching in silent question.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" A most unexpected and unwanted voice snarked. "Ric, I know Isobel went all Dead Chick on you, but since when did it become a fetish?"

Ric groaned as he let go of Sage's arm and turned to face Damon Salvatore, the vampire who (he wasn't sure why) was his best friend. "Hello, Damon."

Sage raised an eyebrow. "Long time no see."

"Sage," Damon smirked. "How's unlife been treating you?"

"Can't complain." She slipped off of the stool and turned to Alaric. "See you later, handsome." With that she sauntered away.

Ric watched her go, uneasy with how they'd left things.

Damon sat on the stool Sage had vacated and ordered something before he turned to Alaric. "So, you want to cut the bullshit and tell me what's really going on?"

Alaric turned to face Damon, sighed, and ordered another drink.

Comments 
22nd-Dec-2013 02:27 am (UTC)
Katherine stared at him in shock, eyes wide. "What's so funny?"

"The mere realization that you think she could be your substitute; it's hilarious." Stefan opened the door and left the room, left her inside of it.

Katherine stared at the empty, open doorway, eyes narrowed, fists clenched and shaking. "What's that supposed to mean?"


Poor deluded Katherine. What a rude awakening she is heading for!!

It was nice for Chloe to get closure with Bruce.
26th-Dec-2013 06:11 am (UTC)
Yes, Bruce is definitely more mature than Ollie and realizes that!
22nd-Dec-2013 09:27 am (UTC)
so freaking good...

i'm sure somewhere on theway chloe signed her soul away ;)

26th-Dec-2013 06:11 am (UTC)
You never know! lol
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