Title: The Enemy of My EnemySequel to: Tinseltown Rumor MillUniverse: Chloe & The Brothers SeriesRating: MPairings: MANY. Damn. Uhm. Main? Chlalvatore and Schlean; Lois/John; Lois/AlaricDisclaimer: Don't ownSummary: 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.
"So, is Damon still not talking to you for keeping it a secret that Katherine was the one who informed the Originals about you and your abilities?" Lois' voice reached her on the other side of the expensive dressing room stall.
Chloe took in a deep breath. "Yeah."
"For the record, I'm not too happy about that either." Material could be heard shifting. "What were you thinking, really? Protecting her like that?"
"I wasn't protecting her." Chloe eyed her dress choice and made a face. "We needed Katherine, and we weren't going to get the information and such that was needed if she was dead."
"Now that she's desiccating in the dungeon she's not giving up any information either." It would seem that Lois was not on Chloe's side. "Damon seems to enjoy the bleeding her dry and breaking her neck over and over part way too much."
"He's venting. He has anger management issues." Chloe licked her lips. "His brother and best friend have been kidnapped, his ex girlfriend is somewhat to blame, and I kept it from him. He's got it coming from all angles."
"You defend him and his psycho-killer tendencies too much."
"I'm not defending him." Chloe frowned at her reflection. "I just get why he's the way he is. And this whole Originals ball thing can't be helping him-especially since he's not going and is on Katherine-sitting duty with Sage."
Lois huffed before she paused. "We're doing this all very last minute, aren't we? I mean, the ball's in what-four hours? And we're only now looking at dresses?"
Chloe smirked at her reflection. "How hard can it be to find decent dresses?"
Lois snickered from the other side of the wall. "You have never been to these hollywood affairs. I've been to a couple on John's arm. They're crah-zay fierce. Come in the wrong color and you won't be allowed to forget it." She gave a little whimper. "I heard Joan Rivers was going to be doing a special Fashion Police on the "Mikaelson Gala", which is, by the way, the official name for the "Original Ball", as you keep calling it."
"Gala, huh?" Chloe made a face.
"Yep." There was another pause. "I heard you got the pitch today when you came to pick me up."
"The pitch?" Chloe frowned and then she blinked. "Oh, right! With the gala tonight it kinda wasn't a big deal." She stepped out of the dress and threw it over the door of the stall, not happy with it and going to try the other one. "Yeah, apparently the writers do want me back for a mini arc they have planned and they pitched the idea quickly while you were in makeup getting all the fake blood and stuff removed. It seemed interesting enough I suppose. I told them I'd think about it mostly so they'd just leave me alone."
Lois snickered. "You've signed your own death certificate by not telling them 'no' outright."
Chloe rolled her eyes as she shimmied into the next dress. "It can't be that bad."
"It's horrible." Lois groaned. "I hate these dresses."
Chloe made a face at her reflection. "I look like a pumpkin, and not even in a cute, ironic, Halloweeney way considering the ones hosting this thing are vampires."
"John's going to be at the gala." Lois' voice went soft. "Asked if I would save a dance for him."
Chloe raised an eyebrow and turned her gaze towards the wall between them. "What did you say to that?"
"I told him I was over him and had my eyes set on Kol Mikaelson." Lois didn't sound proud of that. "I was pissed off and that whopper just came blurting out." She sighed. "It's just-Ruby? Really? Just how bad taste can a guy have? I mean really?"
Chloe sighed as she rested her hand on the divider between them. "I'm so sorry, hon. You didn't deserve something like that to happen to you."
"I don't know, maybe I did." Lois' voice was a sigh before she took in a deep breath. "This dress is even worse. Lana would love it though." She made an odd noise. "What do you think of Sage?"
Chloe raised an eyebrow. "Lois, I'll love you no matter who you sleep with."
"While that makes me happy to hear, I meant: can we trust her now that she knows that Original-sire-guy still has the hots for her?" Lois sounded like this was something she'd been giving a lot of thought to. "What if he asks her to betray us all? Why wouldn't she?"
Why wouldn't she indeed?
"Sadly, there's not many people we can truly say we can trust a hundred per cent." Chloe eyed her reflection in the mirror critically as she tried on another gown. "I mean, those Original guys seem to know who we are and what we're doing." She shimmied out of the dress. "They always seem to be a step ahead of us."
There was a knock on the stall she was in. "Miss Sullivan? A handsome young man just dropped off two gowns for you and Miss Lane and said you were to wear them at the gala."
Chloe blinked and unlocked the expensive stall's door, turning to look at the attendant, who could be a supermodel, she was that pretty. "What?"
Lois stuck her own head out of her stall, eyes wide. "Did I just hear what I think I just heard?"
"Isn't it wonderful? You have your gowns hand-delivered to you, chosen by the King of Vampires himself. You are so incredibly blessed." The attendant stood there, smiling blankly in Compulsion. "The messenger insisted that Mr Mikaelson would have it no other way. You must wear these gowns to the gala."
Chloe and Lois shared looks.
Lois stepped out in only her underwear, a sigh on her lips. "Well, it's not as if we were getting anywhere with what we found here." She anchored her hands to her hips. "Let's see if the bloodsuckers got my size right."
"Isn't this taking your temper tantrum a little far?" Katherine's voice grated his nerves from her place in the highly-sophisticated cell this safe-house of Chloe's had. "I only did what I had to do to try and get myfamily back."
Damon leaned hard against the wall and wondered when Sage would arrive to take over guard-duty. If she didn't do so soon he'd probably stake Katherine and be over with it. He was tempted to do so anyway. In fact, he couldn't really remember why he hadn't done so already. His brother and best friend were kidnapped and being held hostage by the Original Bastards (probably being subjected to all sorts of horrible tortures) and his girl was not only going to be walking into an obvious trap with a trio of humans as her shields (Lois being her best protection in his mind-not that he'd ever tell the cousin that), but she'd lied (by omission) to him about Katherine's involvement in everything. So Damon's usually 'not-nice' mood was seriously worse right now and Katherine really shouldn't be pushing it considering she was at the epicenter of it all and Damon had no problem blaming her for everything wrong in the universe, including Global Warming. If he looked hard enough, he was sure he could find a way to blame it on her. She was old enough, he was sure she could have contributed somehow.
"Damon, I'm hungry." Katherine leaned hard against the wall. "If I don't have something to eat I'll desiccate and become the thing you fought for decades to save me from."
"You keep forgetting that's not a selling point with me." Damon rolled his eyes. "Just reminds me of what a monumental bitch you are."
Katherine groaned as she looked up at the ceiling. "I get it, you have mommy-issues. I have daddy-issues, we all have issues Damon! Get over them already and get me some blood! I'm drying up here!"
"No." He turned to face her finally.
Katherine glared at him. "You're being childish."
"Maybe." The corner of his lips tilted in a half-smirk. "About time I had a little fun around here."
Katherine stood and zoomed towards the door, grabbing the bars, proving she wasn't half as weak as she'd have him believe, her eyes going bloody with her anger. Her fangs descended as she snapped them at him. "I'm trying to help you!"
"Oh, are you?" His half-smirk turned into a sneer. "This is gonna be good." He folded his arms over his chest. "And how are you trying to help me?"
Katherine glared at him as she tightened her grip on the bars. "I was trying to separate the three of you for my own reasons, yes, that's true, but I was also wanted to do it for you, because you were falling in love with someone who was not in love with you and you know it."
Damon's sneering superiority began to slip slightly.
"I might have been a bitch and left you guys to learn to be vampires on your own, let you believe I was dead, but that doesn't mean that I didn't keep an eye on you throughout the centuries to make sure that you were okay. I looked out for the two of you in my own way, in the shadows, without you two ever knowing because that is what family does." Katherine glared up at Damon. "And when I realized that you were falling in love with her I knew that I had to do what I had to do to separate you from her because she is in love with the Winchesters. Everyone knows that. She was with you because she was turned and you were showing her how to be a functioning vampire, and the relationship you began is a normal relationship by our standards, but the whole world knows that "Schlean" is the Endgame and "Chlalvatore" doesn't even register on the Richter Scale."
Damon forced his features into a light smirk as he snorted. "Old age must be messing with your mind, Katherine, because I don't "do" falling in love. That was the human me."
Katherine smirked as she tilted her head to her side. "You might have everyone else here, including Chloe, fooled into thinking that you're some rogue Casanova who doesn't want to settle down ever or who doesn't even remember the definition of "True Love", but don't think you've got me fooled. I've known you since you were a human, and Damon, you love more and greater than anyone else I've ever known, even more than Stefan. When you love, you give yourself fully and completely to the other person, no matter who or what they are, or what baggage or issues they bring. You accept them wholeheartedly because your love is that strong. It's why you fight loving someone, because if you lose that person, like you thought you lost me, it'll destroy you." She let out a disgusted sigh. "If I had been able to love justyou things would have been different now."
Damon hated her at that moment, wanted to kill her.
He surged forwards.
Katherine pulled away, out of his reach, eyebrows high. "I see I've struck a nerve."
"I'm just sick of hearing your annoying voice."
She shook her head. "You're falling in love with her, and for a while you thought you and Stefan could keep her, but by being back in Hollywood you realize that this is her life, and that she's reintegrating herself into it, and it's a life you'd never want." Katherine eyed him in pity. "Damon, I was trying to help you, I still am." She leaned back against the wall. "Let go of her while you still can." She slid down the wall to the ground tiredly. "Even if things work out and you somehow keep the Originals away from Chloe, you're gonna lose her to the Winchesters, to Lois, to her old life, just like you always knew that you would." Katherine closed her eyes. "I'm so hungry."
Damon's fists were clenched tightly and shaking in fury and…
"Everything okay here?"
He turned to see Sage standing at the top of the stairs, eyebrow raised. "What took you so long?"
"I had to help Chloe and Lois with their gowns and hair, you wouldn't understand how long that takes." She rolled her eyes as she descended the stairs. "The boys have just pulled up to get them. "I feel like a mom about to have her daughters taken to their proms."
Katherine snickered from the cell.
"You can probably catch them and say goodbye, you know-speak to Chloe?-before they go if you hurry." Sage motioned with her head to the top of the stairs as she cleared the last step.
"I don't need you to tell me what to do." And yet he moved towards the stairs and up the steps, annoyed with himself as he did so, pushing the door open and making it to the lobby in time for Lois to appear.
"How's the Petite Pest?" Lois wanted to know, fussing with a turquoise, silk shawl which matched the lower part of her dress.
"Annoying, still." Damon eyed the cousin up and down. "You don't clean up too badly."
Lois looked up at that and snorted in amusement. "A halfway compliment from you. Is it raining frogs outside?"
He rolled his eyes. "Where's Chloe?"
Lois looked behind her. "Probably trying to get the courage to come out. She's not too happy with her dress. It's kinda like mine, it's still a mermaid style, but unlike mine which is a halter style with jewel-embedded top, hers is-well-you'll see what hers is."
He wasn't a man who really gave a damn about what women were wearing (more interested in taking it off, really) but Damon had to admit he was somewhat curious after that comment.
Movement up ahead caught his attention and Damon's eyes widened as Chloe appeared.
She was clearly uncomfortable, Lois hadn't been lying about that, but Damon couldn't figure out why she was so uncomfortable given the fact that she looked so amazing. The dress was the color of freshly drawn blood that contrasted against Chloe's pale skin, and was the most arousing thing he'd ever seen just because it reminded him of how many time he'd drawn her blood and the activities he'd been doing while drawing her blood. The gown was strapless and seemed to have been made to her measurements, fitting her breasts, waist and hips like a tight glove before spreading out loosely around her thighs down to her feet. Her gown wasn't jewel-embedded like Lois', but instead she wore and extremely beautiful and expensive diamond earring and necklace set, the diamonds on the necklace very large and beautifully cut. All in all, Chloe looked like some sort of porcelain doll.
Chloe's eyes widened when she noticed him. "Damon."
He cleared his throat, pulled from his trance. "And you didn't think you'd find halfway decent dresses in such a short time." He snorted as he shucked his hands into his jacket's pockets, suddenly uncomfortable. "Women, they just like an excuse to shop for days."
Chloe and Lois shared looks.
He frowned as he noticed it. "What?"
Chloe licked her lips. "These aren't from the store."
Damon eyes the girls in question. "These are your old dresses then?"
Lois snorted as she played with a jewel-encrusted bracelet. "As if. We're not rich."
He was beginning to feel uneasy. "Did the Wonder Twins-."
"Did we what?" Dean wanted to know as he sauntered into the place as if he owned it and then froze when he saw the girls. "Wow."
Sam entered behind him and did the same. "You two look amazing."
Damon frowned. "So if the Wonder Twins didn't give you the dresses and bling-." He then froze as a dark thought entered his mind and he turned to Chloe. "Tell me they're not from where I think they're from."
Chloe licked her lips and reached into her bosom, pulling out a folded up piece of paper she'd stuck in there before handing it to Damon. "It's another requirement."
"What are we missing?" Dean wanted to know.
Damon ignored him as he unfolded the paper and read it out loud. "Dear Miss Sullivan, I simply must insist you and Miss Lane grant me the honor of wearing these to my little getogether tonight. I also request that you reserve a dance for me on your card, and a stroll around the gardens, which are beautiful under the moonlight. We have much to talk about. - Niklaus Mikaelson." Damon crumpled the paper in his hands. "That's it. You are not going to this damn dance."
Chloe's eyes widened. "I beg your pardon?"
"He's trying to sleep with you!"
"He's trying to seduce me, completely different." CHloe rolled her eyes.
Damon's widened. "How is that different?"
"Because he's not trying to seduce me into his bed. He's trying to seduce me into his service. As his Compulsion Agent." Chloe took in a deep breath. "That means he's not trying to force me-yet. And that means I'm going to be civil with him and talk to him and at least listen to him. That will not only give us the whole picture of what we're up against, but I'll talk to him about Stefan and Alaric, and it might buy us some time."
Damon opened his mouth.
"You know I'm right." Chloe narrowed her eyes at him. "We don't know what they're doing to Stef or Ric right now. We have to go."
"Then I'm coming too." Damon glared. "Sage is more than enough to take care of Katherine."
"You don't have an invitation." Chloe sighed. "You can't come."
"Actually…" Sam cleared his throat. "I've been thinking about this, and there might be a way."
"Sammy?" Dean turned to look at him with a frown. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Shut up Dean." Damon eyed Sam. "Sammy's talking."
Sam sighed. "Dean, no matter how bluntly he puts it, Damon's right. We're only human, and we're going to be going into what could be a trap, up against Original Vampires. It would be good to have Damon there."
"Speak for yourself." Dean sneered.
Sam turned to Damon. "If you can not make a spectacle of yourself and limit your witty remarks for the night, I think we can get you in."
"It might be possible." Damon decided not to take offense to Sam's words for now because the human was on his side. "But how?"
Sam smirked. "As Bela's date."
Dean suddenly smirked as well.
Lois smacked her face. "Bela's going too?"
"Bela Talbot?" Chloe asked in confusion. "The actress whose character steals cursed objects on Paranormal?"
"Yeah." Sam nodded. "She doesn't have a date so it would solve two problems." He raised his phone. "I, uh, actually already told her Damon would do it since I knew he'd cause a scene and want to go." He motioned to Damon. "I have a tuxedo in the car for you to change into. I know you don't like tuxedos but you'll have to deal with it because otherwise they won't let you into the event, the dress-code for men is tuxedo-only."
Damon eyed Sam, uneasy with the realization that he didn't quite hate this human.
Bela Talbot brought a lot of herself to the character she played on Paranormal, and Chloe found that she quite liked her. She hadn't met her during her few visits to the Paranormal set (probably because Bela only guest starred in some episodes) but Bela acted as if she'd known Chloe her whole life and was easy to get along with. She also had an appealing scent, something Chloe hadn't really noticed about other humans before, and Damon noticed and spent most of the ride smirking at her knowingly and had even complimented Bela on her perfume. It annoyed Chloe because she knew Damon knew why Bela smelt good and was enjoying Chloe not knowing while he did. But at least Bela's ability to say and do things that made Sam and Dean extremely uncomfortable kept Chloe amused and distracted the whole drive to the ball-gala-and she kept the glaring at a smirking Damon down to a minimum, or at least she tried.
But what admittedly distracted Chloe, what blew her away, was when they finally arrived at the castle that the Originals were using for the occasion. Chloe had no idea what building this was, but it was gorgeous. There was a long royal-purple carpet leading towards the entrance of the building, and select paparazzi lined the sidelines, taking pictures of the various celebrities and A-listers, asking questions. She felt completely out of her depth when she saw George Clooney up ahead with his flavor of the week, but when Sam squeezed the hand he looped around his arm, she looked up at him and smiled.
Bela arrived at her side, smiling at everyone and waving as they took pictures, her voice low as she spoke to Chloe. "Just smile and wave and give them what they want. Don't let them know you're nervous or they'll hound you hoping you'll trip or give them something they can use against you."
Chloe nodded, grateful.
Bela turned her smirk up to Damon as she looped her arm around his. "Come now, handsome devil. Let's go create scandalous gossip and maybe even do something that could cause someone to faint!"
Damon sent Chloe a darkly amused look before he returned his blues to Bela and smirked. "I like how you think."
And with that they headed down the purple carpet first.
Dean frowned as he watched them go. "I think we started a monstrous friendship by introducing those two."
"I know." Lois looked just as worried.
Sam's lips twitched in dark amusement.
Dean sighed and turned to Lois. "Let's get this over with."
Lois whimpered. "Joan Rivers is watching us."
Dean flinched. "Oh god."
They plastered on fake smiles and yet were both walking stiffly enough as if they were marching towards their deaths.
Chloe held on tightly to Sam's arm as she looked at the flashing lights and the people asking questions, the girl admittedly terrified. These people stood between her and the castle-like building in which the gala was being held, where the Originals, and Stefan and Ric, and her answers, were. "I can do this."
Sam rubbed her hand comfortingly. "You'll be fine. If you get too nervous, just squeeze my hand as tightly as you can."
"I'm a vampire, I'll break your hand if I do that."
"Right." He blinked. "Just… imagine them in their underwear?"
Chloe made a face. "Why do people say that? Does that really work for you?"
Sam sighed. "Not really. Then again, I've never actually had stage fright or anything like that. Sorry."
She took in a deep breath before shaking her head. "No, you're trying to help, and I appreciate it." She gave him a small smile. "I'll be fine. If I get nervous I'll squeeze your hand-moderately."
He cracked a grin. "That sounds reasonable."
"If that doesn't work," a surprising voice announced behind them. "You can always just give her a sip of something stronger to calm the nerves. I have Scotch on me right now if you want a sip before you go out there. Everyone's eyeing Clooney so I'm sure no one will even notice."
Chloe twirled around, eyes widened in shock as they fell upon the roguishly handsome man standing there with a woman on each arm. "Bruce?"
Bruce Wayne gave her a small smile. "Hello Chloe."