Pamplona, Spain

3 years ago.

"Must we go, my angel?" Klaus purred into his girlfriend's neck sending her in fits of laughter. They both laid on the bed in nothing but underwear; the bedsheets covered their nearly-naked bodies.

She laughed some more trying to get her boyfriend off of her. "And yes we should go! I've been looking forward to this all week!"

"Well, that makes one of us." He grumbled, his face still resting on her neck.

Havana rolled her eyes at him. Klaus was being stubborn as always. "I didn't even know you had a brother! I had to find out through a letter he sent you-"

"-an invasion of my privacy-"

"Shush! He flew all the way from God knows where just to come and see you. So we are going to meet up with him today whether you like it or not." She crossed her arms.

"Alright! Alright! Fine." Nik groaned sitting up from the bed. But if I go, don't I get a reward?" He wiggled his eyebrows coming closer to Havana's face. He closed his eyes going in for a kiss but Havana's hand made contact with his lips instead.

"Why? " She asked.

Klaus gave her a look, "Because you're dragging me into this reunion against my will?"

Havana rolled her eyes at his childish reply. "What I meant was why you never bothered to mention that you have a brother. We've been together for nearly four years. I've told you everything there is to know about me. You've even met my family."

Klaus's lips twitched into a pleasant smile. He had met Havana's family two years in her hometown in Australia. Initially, the Original was hesitant at meeting her family being that he was not exactly someone people liked. However, his girlfriend's family opened their doors to him with open arms and treated him like their own. Klaus fondly remembered the entire month he had with the Sommers.

His focus went back to Havana who continued talking. "One day, I feel like I've known you for a thousand years then the next, you feel like a total stranger to me." Klaus was a talker, in fact, their relationship was full of never-ending conversations. However, he was mysterious as well rarely opening up about his past that Havana only has a few clues to who this guy was before they met.

"A thousand years, really little dove?" Klaus laughed at his little inside joke.

The heart-felt moment Havana thought she had with Klaus vanished. A noticeable frown quickly formed on her face. "Nevermind. Forget about it." She pulled the covers exiting the bed.

"I was just joking." he held onto her arm pulling her back to bed."

Havana wiggled trying to escape his grasp, "I'm not in a mood to play games Nik."

"But I'm not playing games. Listen, my relationship with my family has been complicated from the very start. They all wish that I was dead so that-that they could be free of me-the burden, the black sheep of the heard. I never knew who my real father was, my step-father used to beat me, my mother favored my other siblings over me and all my siblings hate me because quite frankly, I was-I am a monster." He whispered the last word secretly ashamed of what his siblings thought of him.

Havana didn't her that her mouth was slightly parted due to utter shock.

Niklaus Mikaelson, her Nik. A monster?

She racked her brain trying to recall any instances of him treating her cruelly or even screaming at her during any of their fights. She came up empty-handed. Sure, there were moments where he was with his 'business associates' and he looked so scary that she thought he might rip their heads off, but she never actually saw him lay a finger on anyone to intentionally cause harm.

Guilt started to flooded her conscience. Now she felt like an asshole for prying him to talk. She climbed back into bed wrapping her hands on his neck. "You are not a burden to anybody! Screw them if they think otherwise! I love you, and I love you because you treat me with respect, kindness, love, and gentleness. No one was ever treated me the way you do. Every day, when I open my eyes, I get excited to start the day because I get to spend it with you. You make me feel special Nik, and you are too." The possibility of him being a monster was slim. Very slim. "We can skip meeting your brother today if that's what you want."

Klaus wondered to himself how he got so lucky to have an angel in his life. "It's alright my love. Elijah is one of the good ones. A noble man. I am the one who keeps on stabbing him in the heart."

Havana's eyebrows furrowed, Isn't it in the back?

Klaus stared at the white wall in front of them lost in thought, he seemed to be reminiscing. He chuckled to himself before saying. "Finn is the eldest and my mother's favorite. I hated his guts but we did have our moments growing up. And then Elijah who we're meeting in while. Out of all of us Mikaelson siblings, he's the only one that holds onto his morals which I admit is admirable through I will deny it till my dying breath if you say a word." Havana giggled but let him continue. Her heart started to flutter inspired by this moment and hoping that one day she would get the chance to meet all of his family. "Then there's me, the devilishly handsome beast." Havana scoffed but a hint of entertainment manages to escape with a smile. "Next is Kol, my insufferable reckless younger brother. Then there's Rebekah, the dreamer. I'm extra protective over her mostly because she lives in this perfect fantasy land. Did I mention that she takes pleasure in torturing me too like you on a daily basis?" Havana gasped gently slapping his shoulder. And last, but definitely not the least, the youngest and most favorite sibling of mine, Henrik. He passed away a long time ago...It was my fau- " He looked down.

"-You don't have to finish if you don't want to" Havana kissed his cheek. "Hmm...that is quite a family you were describing."

"Oh, you have no idea darling."

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The streets of Pamplona were packed liked sardines, by both locals and foreigners. Havana could barely move an inch without bumping into someone. Klaus's grip on her hand tightened as he leads her through the crowd. July was a particularly busy time for the city of Pamplona. It was indeed an unbearably hot city, but people still flocked here than the other coastal towns for one reason. The Festival of San Fermín, held in honor of Saint Fermin. Havana and Klaus wasn't the religious couple you see attending church every Sunday (they were far from that), but the nine-day long festival was a main global tourism event that caught the attention of Havana when scrolled through her bucket list of 'Places to go next'.

There, on her list, on number 14 were the inviting words of 'Running of The Bulls, Pamplona, Spain'.

Havana's eyes wandered above her head to see hundreds of red banners and Spanish flags either hung or waved by the people from the balconies of buildings. I guess the crowded streets made people retreat to the balconies above.

Ah, the main event of this certain Spanish festival. People were starting to go into the 'safety zones' behind the tall barricades. They were going to release the bulls in a while now. The highlight of San Fermín was the Running of the Bulls. Brave souls called 'runners' would sign up to get chased by the twenty-something-or-so bulls through the streets and into the town square. Why would people want to get maimed or killed by bulls? One might ask. And so did Havana who contemplated whether she should sign up. She was no stranger to the words 'adrenaline junkie' but the fear of being thrown around like a rag doll if she doesn't run fast enough made her decline the opportunity. Maybe next year, she hoped.

San Fermín had no formal dress codes, but it was very common and traditional to wear all white accompanied by either a red handkerchief or scarf. Havana opted for a white tie-shoulder crop top that had a lace design on the sides, matching high-waisted white jeans, and her new black Spanish espadrilles she found in a small boutique yesterday. She did not wear a red scarf nor a red handkerchief. Loud was Havana's middle name; the big red extravagant earrings made her stand out in the crowd of white. The design of the accessory was of a large rose, smaller red balls dangled below it. She wore her hair up to not hide the highlight of her outfit.

Suddenly, she could no longer feel Klaus's hand intertwined with hers. She tiptoed trying to get a glimpse of his dirty blond hair, but only saw a sea of people all wearing white. Klaus was nowhere in sight.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please exit the road. The event will start in five minutes." A police officer announced in Spanish twice with a mike.

Havana's mind trailed to the Spanish classes she took when she was younger. All she could make out was 'five minutes'. Using context clues, it didn't take a long time for Havana to realize that the bulls will be released in five minutes.

"Klaus!? Klaus!?"

Most of the people were now behind the tall barricades that separated the runners and the watches. However, Havana was in the middle of the road frantically searching for her boyfriend. "Klaus!" She swore that she had an extra minute left, she felt the ground shake. The first batch of raging bulls was let out of their cages. The runners began to run, Havana's eyes grew wide. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one runner already get hit by a bull's horn. Red started to stain his white shirt, other runners who witnessed this gasp, other runners sickeningly gave each other high fives shouting something about the rush of adrenaline they were feeling while a few on-lookers tried to get the injured man out of the road. This was Havana's cue to run. The only way to escape was getting over the barricades which were too tall if you plan on doing it alone. Thankfully, watchers on the first row had their hands down helping up every runner who wanted out. Havana started running towards one of the barricades. But as always, and quite unfortunately in this situation, Havana was a klutz. Three feet away from safety, she tripped on her espadrilles and fell to the ground. "Shit!" She cursed as the panic start to envelop her even more. The runners were too busy getting chased to even notice the helpless woman on the ground. The bulls were getting closer. Havana looked and silently said a prayer. She was like a deer in the headlights; she didn't move an inch.

Move stupid!

As Havana closed her eyes getting ready for the hard impact, a hand-pulled her away and pushed her over the barricades saving her. They rolled on the ground but sighed in relief no that they're safe. The crowd who had been watching Havana with horrified expressions a few seconds ago now rejoiced and clapped at her survival and at the young man who took initiative to save her. Despite all the craziness that had just happened, Havana started to laugh hysterically still on the ground underneath her savior who was no confused by her odd behavior.

"We almost died!" She continued laughing, her eyes tearing up.

The man sucked in a sharp breath finally noticing her divine beauty. If this man hadn't known any better, he would've thought that she was an actual goddess. His cheeks grew red noticing the position they were in. He quickly collected his thoughts before getting off of her. By the time he offered his hand to help her up, she was already standing to dust off the dirt off of her white jeans. "I'm sorry for landing on you miss. I hope that you are alright." He composed himself.

Her savior's face looks familiar. Too familiar to the Australian. She decided to take a wild guess and asked if his name was Elijah. When he nodded somewhat confused, she gasped and hugged the stranger.

Elijah furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Havana had his arms around him, "How do you know my nam-"

"-Havana!" Elijah and Havana knew that voice so well.

Havana let go of Elijah to be greeted with multiple kisses all over her face. "I just saw what happened! I tried to come to you! Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Klaus frantically asked searching for any injuries.

Havana couldn't help but giggle at her adorable boyfriend. "I'm fine Nik! I'm okay, I promise." All the worry on Klaus's face disappeared as soon as he saw his angel smile again.

He gave her one last peck on the lips. "Okay, my love." As he was about to lead her away from the scene, Havana coughed loudly gesturing to his brother. Klaus did a double-take on his brother finally noticing he was there. "Elijah" He breathed out surprised by his presence.

"Brother" Elijah greeted back with the same tone-shock. The older Original was still processing the lovefest that happened before his eyes. Klaus, acting so soft for a human? He questioned himself. "I'm sorry, you must think I am rude." He turned to Havana. "My name is Elijah Mikaelson. And you are?"

"Havana Sommers, nice to meet you." She came in for a hug again.

Elijah quirked a brow at his brother who shrugged at his girlfriend's actions. "What can I say, brother? She's a hugger." Elijah smiled at the young woman who he thought was cluelessly sleeping beside death every night.

"Let's get lunch shall we?" Klaus invited.

Havana shook her head excited with the idea. "Yes, I'm starving! Elijah, do you like Spanish food? I hope you do! I stumbled across this quaint restaurant near Catedral de Pamplona, and I swear on my dead hamster's grave that they make the best Paella in the world!" Havana babbled.

Elijah chuckled at this tiny ball of energy.

"C'mon." She dragged him by the wrist, but she barely made a step when she fell down and yelled in pain. Klaus swiftly caught her before her body made contact with the ground. "Aww! My ankle, I think it's sprained." She pointed at her right ankle, swelling and bruising started to show.

"Oh dear..." Klaus tsked. Without any effort, he carried Havana bridal style. "Let's get that checked first yeah?" Havana smiled nodding her head like a lovestruck idiot.

This didn't sit right with Elijah. There was no way his brother could have genuine feelings for this level of innocence. Something wasn't adding up.

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The truth behind Elijah's random visitation wasn't because of brotherly bonding, but of the new details about the location of the moonstone, the very stone that can help Klaus be set free from his curse. After the two discussed the matter, their food had arrived. They ate in silence until...

"What a little ball of energy you got there Niklaus," Elijah repeated his thought from earlier.

Klaus looked up from his plate and smirked. "Jealous are we now, Elijah?" He teased.

They both stared at the young woman who was sitting on a seat a few feet away from them.

"She is quite a beauty brother."

They had arrived in that restaurant Havana raved about earlier; Elijah had to admit, this was the best paella he has ever tasted. On the way here, Klaus had called one of his contacts in the city who was a doctor. So while the two brothers ate, Dr. Jurado was bandaging Havana's ankle in a separate table a few feet away from theirs. Havana's eyes came in contact with them and did a little wave smiling back before hissing in pain. Dr. Jurado told her to stay still. He was also instructed by Klaus to give Havana a potion that would make the sprain go away in a couple of hours. What did you think? That Niklaus Mikaelson would befriend a simple human? Dr. Juradi was also a well-known warlock.

"She has a pure soul Niklaus. I see it in her eyes." Elijah stated taking a sip of red wine.

"Anyone with eyes could see that brother, so what's your point?"

Elijah ignored his brother's sarcasm."I'm just wondering why she isn't in a grave-like all your other conquests."

"Ticking and killing people can be quite a hassle sometimes brother. Why not a walking blood bag? I don't actually care about that weak human." Klaus lied.

"We both know that isn't the real reason why she's still alive. From what Havana has shared on the way here, you've been together for more than three years. Tell me, brother, what do you want from her."

"Oh dear Elijah, if you want to be left in that coffin of yours for the next hundred years, just ask."

Elijah knew that Klaus won't try to dagger him in public. So he pressed "Is she another chess piece to your Sun and Moon curse? Or just a mere human blood bag? Does she know where the stone is? Or perhaps, she has Petrova blood running in her veins. Maybe she'll birth you the next doubleganger-"

Out of anger, Klaus flipped the table and pinned his brother to the wall. "Say one more thing. I dare you!" He shouted.

"You know that I don't condone the torture of innocents." Elija's face remained emotionless keeping his voice low only for the both of them to hear.

"That's none of your business."

Without any effort, Elijah pushed Klaus away making him land on another table breaking it in the process. Elijah dusted off his suit while Klaus recovered from the fall. He didn't care if he would expose their race. He was more than ready to dagger Elijah. His hand went to his pocket to retrieve the dagger when small and gentle hands went to his arm. "Nik" Havana pleaded. "I'm not feeling so well. Let's get back to the hotel and get some rest okay." Her blue eyes were now glassy. "Please" She begged.

It took all of Klaus's strength to stand back. He let go of the dagger inside his pocket. The whole place was silent as all the eyes in the restaurant were on them. After giving Elijah the harshest glare he had ever given, Klaus put Havana's arm around his neck (for support since her ankle was still sprained). Together, they walked out of the restaurant.

Unknowingly to Klaus, Havana glanced back at Elijah and offered him a sad small smile. The original nodded silently bidding Havana a farewell too.

It only took the original less than three hours for one of his sires to uncover Havana's family genealogy. And what he uncovered shocked him.

SOMMERS FAMILY HISTORY:

Liliana Romanov-Sommers & Barney Sommers. CIVIL STATUS: married. STATUS: deceased†

HAD THREE CHILDREN: (eldest->youngest)

Marshall Sommers married to Mary Hart-Sommers STATUS: alive. OFFSPRINGS: Havana Sommers and Luke Sommers.

Miranda Sommers-Gilbert married to Grayson Gilbert. STATUS: deceased † OFFSPRINGS: Elena Gilbert and Jeremy Gilbert.

Jenna Sommers. Unmarried. Legal guardian of Elena and Jeremh Gilbert. STATUS: Alive

A family photo was attached to the file. Elijah's eyes widened as he saw Havana and Katherine hugging in the far left. But that wasn't Katherine. When Katherine or Katerina (Elijah preferred) was turned into a vampire, all hope of a Petrova doubleganger showing up was lost. Until now...Elijah crumpled the photograph before throwing it in the trash bin in the corner of his hotel room.

He only met this girl today yet he felt strongly about her safety. She was too innocent to used as a pawn in his wicked brother's game. He had seen too much bloodshed for history to repeat itself. He's witnessed the effects of it happening in different forms...Like Kathrine, the once sweet and innocent woman he once loved now rumored to be one of the most heartless vampires walking.

I have to protect this girl.

The sound of the door closing made Elijah aware of the other presence in the room. He stood up from the bed about to greet his brother when he felt a sharp pain enter his back. He gasped, his knees falling to the ground. The assailant circled Elijah before stopping in front of him. He looked up to see Klaus with the same dangerous expression from the restaurant earlier. This time, he had blood all over his lips, most probably from his latest victim or perhaps Havana.

"I may be a demon Elijah, and that may never change. But she is my angel and I don't intend on letting her go, ever."

His words were contradicting to his previous statement when he was proudly boasting about having a pretty blood bag in the restaurant. Elijah didn't know what to believe but he surely didn't trust him no matter what the truth was.

Those were the last words Elijah heard before blackness engulfed him.

Out of the corner of Klaus's eye, he spotted something rather odd on top of the hotel bed. He grabbed them and started reading the names on the paper before throwing it into the trash bin.

HI IM SO SORRY IF THIS CHAPTER IS KIND OF CONFUSING. My mind feels like scrambled eggs and it's 3 AM. I'll probably revise it tomorrow...maybe...if it doesn't make sense to me.

Anyways, yes Klaus's words are contradicting cause he's somewhat still in denial about loving a 'weak' human and his big bad ego...Men and their egos :"))