1, 2, 3… CHA, CHA, CHA
Fan fiction
Alternate Universe / Alternate Human
Comedy with as the stars:
Caroline & Klaus
Elijah & Katherine
With the participation of:
Camille & Marcel / Matt & Rebekah / Bonnie & Kol / Hayley /
Tyler / Bill Forbes / Esther / Mikael / Elena / Damon / Stefan
From: Lovely Vero
Chapter 1
"Dancing shoes"
Writer's note: In this present Alternate Universe/Human story, take good note that Esther and Mikael have the same persona of characters, but are not related to Klaus or Elijah, neither is Kol and Rebekah.
The songs used in this fiction can be all found on the soundtracks of "Dance with me".
The entire crew of the "1, 2, 3 …Cha cha cha", reality dancing show, sat around the gigantic table placed in the center of the conference room, while watching one another, under a dead silence.
At the far end of the table, a few of the directors and executive producers were looking at charts, while murmuring words to each other.
Caroline Forbes, the artistic director's daughter and one of the star dancers, rushed inside the room, while raising her long blond hair into a bun, before grabbing the golden clip placed between her lips to slide it into her undisciplined curls. Her alarm clock had been unplugged inadvertently, and she was now arriving to the meeting just in the nick of time.
"What I missed?" She murmured to Kol, one of the cameramen, while sliding her backpack on the back of a chair, before taking her sitting position by his side.
She turned her head only to notice that Kol had put his cap over his eyes, and was obviously dozing.
"Kol!" She busted in his left ear.
"What?" He jumped on his chair, while pushing his cap away from his eyes.
"You were snoring!" She mocked.
"No, I was relaxing my eyes; it's barely the same, darling." He winked at her, while strengthening his body on the chair. "And did you see what time it is? The rooster is not even up at this time."
"It is 8h30, not 4:00 in the morning, get a grip on yourself." She responded, while rolling her eyes. "What did I miss?" She asked once more.
"They have decided that the next contestants for the tenth season will actually be … Wait for this, Caroline: bears, monkeys and alligators. They'll all be transfered from the nearest zoo." He nodded, falsely serious.
"Are you serious, Kol?" She mumbled, in a low whisper, before hitting his left upper arm with her right closed fist.
"Ouch! What's this for, Forbes?" He asked, while rubbing his arm.
"It's for being a stupid ass!" She passed her tongue at him, while giggling discreetly.
"And you're a Bitch!" He passed his tongue right back at her, while lowering his head to hide his laughter.
"Well, you won't have to endure this "bitch" at your side, much longer." Caroline sighed, while losing her smile.
"What…Why?" He asked, dumbfounded.
"The president and directors' board of the ZZY network company want to give a new image to the show." She shrugged. "They … They discreetly suggested to my father that I should start thinking of retiring my dancing career, and perhaps, opening my own school while giving some courses or something."
"Stupid jerks, what do they know? You're a brilliant dancer, Caroline; you won this stupid trophy two times in a row, don't let them lower your self-esteem this way." Kol mumbled, angrily, between his teeth.
"But, they're right, Kol, I'll be thirty in a month, what else do I have to offer to the show? I should bow down discreetly at the end of this present season." She said, while feeling already defeated.
"You should do whatever you want, and don't let others dictate your life for you." Kol added, while crossing his arms in front of his chest, before nodding discreetly in direction of the entrance door.
"Who is she? She's new?" Kol asked, while glancing at the luscious blonde who entered the room.
"Camille Dubois. She is known overseas as one of the dancers in the French franchise of this reality program." Caroline whispered near Kol's left ear. "I've just learned that she'll be one of the new dancers for this American new season."
"Nice muscular body." Kol murmured, while sliding his sight on the blonde. "Do you need to worry about this wannabe diva?" He added, while seeing the blonde taking her sitting position at the table, in front of their sights.
"She won the stupid trophy three times in a row, in Paris." She informed. "It depends what you mean by "worrying" about her?" She shrugged, while grimacing.
Kol arched one of his eyebrows, while tilting his head in retrospection of her own say.
"Ok…Great, I know, I'll need to worry about "her" in top of everything." Caroline added, while rolling her eyes.
"Your asshole of an ex is making his entrance." Kol sighed, while replacing his cap over his eyes, to avoid looking at Tyler Lookwood, one of the prominent male dancers in the industry. "Wake me up when his highness will be leaving the premises, would you?"
"I'll need sugar if I have to endure this entire circus." Caroline sighed, while strengthening her arm to grab one donut in a box placed on the table.
"Be careful, you know how it goes." Camille Dubois voiced her opinion, while wearing her snobby Parisian attitude.
"No, do you care to share?" Caroline asked, with a sour smile, while tilting her head to the right.
"A donut in the mouth, one extra pound on the hips." Camille replied, perniciously. "You just need to be careful, considering …" She added, with a false gracious smile plastered on her face, while sliding her sight on Caroline's body.
Caroline let out an angry sigh, while returning a fake smile to the diva, before biting full teeth into the donut.
"I bet I could guess easily what she loves to put in her own mouth." Kol mocked, underneath his cap.
"Stop!" Caroline giggled, while warning her friend, before lowering her head to hide her burst of laughter.
"Caroline?" They heard a male voice addressing her.
She closed her eyes, while sighing loudly and nervously biting her bottom lip…Can this morning get any worse?
"Tyler" She saluted, coldly, while keeping her sight on the table.
"Kol" Tyler greeted, with a detached voice.
Kol raised the cap over his eyes, while taking a glimpse at the young stud.
"Oh, it's you Rambo, the king of the dance floor!" Kol mocked, while replacing the cap on his eyes.
"I can see that you're as stupid as ever, Kol." Tyler noticed, while smirking.
"I say … Right back at you, brother!" Kol responded, tit for tat.
"How was your summer, Caroline?" Tyler asked his ex, politely, while rubbing his hands nervously.
"It was hot, humid and mostly sunny." She responded, while rolling her eyes. "But you should know because you were in L.A."
"Ok, Caroline… I understand your reluctance to talk to me." The dancer accepted his defeat and her obvious cold shoulder. "I wish you a good season on the show." He added, before leaving her side.
"Well, that was easier than I would have expected to get rid of this vermin." Kol raised his cap while grimacing at Tyler's view. "Considering what this jerk has down to you the last season."
"It's ok, don't worry about it. It's forgotten but not forgiven, Kol." Caroline shrugged.
"Having an affair with his attributed partner of dance under your nose? Are you kidding me?" He added, while shaking his head. "You are way too good for that guy, darling, that is one sure thing."
"Ok guys, I believe all the members of the troop is here, so we can start the meeting now, please take a seat." Bill Forbes addressed the entire assembly, while winking at his daughter, as a comfort gesture.
"Well, here goes nothing!" Kol added in a murmur to Caroline, while straightening his body on his chair.
"We are approaching season 10 very rapidly, and considering the huge drop of ratings that we had noticed in season 9, the Network has decided to change the formula of this reality show for this present season."
"In which way this season will be different?" Tyler asked the artistic director, while leaning his body on the wall, behind his back, before crossing his arms over his muscular chest.
Bill Forbes sighed loudly, while lowering his head, before taking an extra breath into his lungs.
"Unfortunately, for the tenth season, we'll only need the female dancers on the payroll." He announced, calmly, soon followed by several cries of protest springing into the room. "Please, can you all remain calm?" Bill asked, as a request.
"It's highly unethical that we've been jobless for all summer, while waiting for season 10 to start, and now you are telling us that we won't have any job?" Tyler raised his own protestation.
"A few of the male dancers will be kept on payroll as consultant during the entire season, as for the others, they'll be on call if we need them." Bill explained more. "We are, as the network, very sorry for this inconvenient, but this procedure is necessary if we want to keep the show running."
Tyler and a few other dancers frowned and mumbled words of disapprobation between their teeth.
"Gentlemen, please?" Bill warned, before noticing his daughter raised hand. "Yes, Miss Forbes?"
"Are you telling us that this season will be filled essentially by male star guests?" She demanded, in shock.
"Yes! The entire season will consist of twelve male stars/guests paired with twelve female dancers. The theme of the season will be: "King of the ballroom" and the duration will be of eight (8) weeks, like usual." He explained to his daughter and the general crowd. "Are there any more questions?" He asked, politely.
"No, just a comment … This sucks!" A male dancer busted, while pushing his chair, in a loud shrill noise, before rising on his legs and leaving the meeting room in anger, soon followed by the entire male team.
"Ok, well… Now that this is out on the open, I'll distribute the sealed envelopes with your attributed star name written on a card in its inside." He informed, while passing envelopes to the female dancers sitting around the table. "If one of you doesn't want to participate in this present season, please have the courtesy to let us know to replace you as soon as possible." He added, before placing a white envelop in front of Caroline's sight. "As for the technical team, I'll be informing you of the schedule in a few minutes."
"Who's going to refuse this deal in this poor economy?" Kol whispered in Caroline's right ear.
"What do I have a bad feeling about this?" Caroline murmured, while grabbing the white envelop in her hands, before staring at it for a few minutes.
The meeting finally came to its conclusion. They were all thanked for their patience, and asked to present themselves, accompany of their star/guest, at the dancing studio, the next Monday. Caroline and Kol rose from their positions on the chairs, before leading their walking steps toward the exit of the conference room.
"So, I guess it will be "you" against "me", then, Caroline?" Camille Dubois attacked Caroline, while placing herself in front of her walking pace, just under the arch door.
"No, Camille it's you, me, against ten other female dancers paired with their guests." Caroline replied, slyly, to the French dancer.
"Oh, don't act so innocently, Caroline." Camille added, with her French accent. "We both know that we'll be the last two standing."
"I don't have a magic ball telling me of the future, Camille." Caroline added, while biting her bottom lip to remain calm in front of this French diva.
"Well, winning the trophy one last time, would be a graceful way to say your goodbye to the show, would you say? So, who did you get…Who's your partner?" Camille asked, while waving her white envelop in front of Caroline's sight.
"I did not take a look at my partner's name yet." Caroline replied, mostly annoyed by her teammate childish attitude.
"Are you scared to look?" Camille arched an eyebrow, while smirking. "Do you want to know who I got?"
"Not particularly." Caroline replied, while crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Oh come one, Caroline, be a sport! I know, I do want to know?!" Kol said, before shrugging his shoulders, while winking at his friend.
"Marcel Gerard, the elite football player, you must know him, gorgeous muscular body, tall, handsome?" Camille informed, perniciously, while tilting her head. "Well, I leave you with your white envelop then. Orevoir Caroline!" She added, before grabbing her sport bag and leading her walk into the office corridor.
"I'm going to kill that bitch on the dance floor if it's the last thing that I do!" Caroline mumbled, angrily, between her teeth, while closing her fists in anger.
"Will you open this damn envelope or do I need to do it myself?" Kol asked, while trying to grab the envelope from Caroline's hands. They were walking in the inside parking, level 3, of the ZZY Network, head office.
"Ok, I will … I will!" Caroline told him, while tearing the right corners, before taking a look at the name inscribed on the card.
"So, who's the lucky fellow?" Kol asked, while beeping the command to unlock the driver's door of his jeep.
"You got to be kidding me?" She exclaimed to herself, in shock, while grabbing her head with both hands.
"It's that good…Hum?" Kol smiled, while trying to relax the atmosphere.
"In all the actors in L.A., this "one" is the only one that I can't stand!" She busted, while raising the card in her right hand.
"Well, if you hate him so much, maybe it will transform into hot chemistry in the dance floor, darling, no?" Kol tried this new approach. "Or maybe not, stop looking at me with those mad eyes, please?"
"Klaus Mikaelson!" She exploded the name. "I can't believe they put me with Klaus Mikaelson in all the people that I could have been paired with!"
"Isn't he the one who used to have a role in "L.A. Youth" the vampires show?" Kol asked, while grabbing the card from her hand.
"He's the same one!" Caroline confirmed, while crossing her arms in front of her chest, before pacing back and forth in front of the jeep. "Can you imagine me passing height to ten hours a day with that wannabe star? I can't stand the man!"
"Oh yes, I replace him in my head, now … He has a strong English accent, doesn't he?" Kol asked.
"It's like he's trying to swallow a hot potato in his throat but without being able to do so. And yes, I can't stand his accent either!" She busted some more, while pointing a finger at her friend.
"Well, I'll give you that he is expressing himself in a snobbish way, but you can't hate the guy only for his accent?" Kol defended the actor.
"I bet he will give me lessons at how to speak in English." She added, while nodding her head. "He's the type!"
"Ok, I got it now … On a scale of 1 to 10, you hate him at a 20 score!" Kol mocked.
"Wait!" Caroline said, while burying her right hand in her backpack before pulling a gossips newspaper from its inside.
"Why are you buying this trash, Care?" Kol exclaimed, while pointing at it.
"I buy this trash, because there are good recipes inside!" She protested, under Kol's arched eyebrow. "I swear! Now take a look at this!"
Kol grabbed the newspaper, before noticing the front editorial page, with the said actor picture plastered on its cover, drunk and chest naked at a nearby Los Angeles night club, with four or five models at his side.
"Well, you need to give credit to the guy that he obviously knows how to have fun?" Kol added, smirking.
"How am I supposed to teach ballroom dancing to this pretentious playboy?" Caroline mumbled, angrily, between her teeth, while pointing at the front page.
"Listen, the minute he will meet you, he'll know that you mean business." Kol encouraged her, while opening his driver's door. "Plus, what an Epic season it will be for the cameraman that I am!" He mocked more, while taking his sitting position behind the steering wheel of his car.
"It's not funny, Kol, not funny at all!" Caroline yelled at him, through the window.
Klaus Mikaelson had dozed all night, while lying on the leather sofa of his downtown L.A. penthouse. Last night had been chaotic to say the least. He had party all night with a bunch of models, while drowning his sorrow in cocktails that he couldn't even remember the names if his own life depended on this information. And this was intended for both the girls and the drinks! And the reason of his downfall was? His annual contract with the sitcom "L.A. Youth" was not renewed! Why? His character, Paul Newton, the dashing vampire, was now considered too old and had been killed off the show by an angry witch with a dagger at hand…How more pathetic this could have been?
How could "he" be too old? He had just celebrated his thirty-two years old birthday for God sake! And now what … What was he supposed to do? He was obviously too old for the youngish crowd of actors and not old enough to play the secondary roles of fathers?
Not to ease his descent to hell, his brother Elijah, P.D.G. of Mikaelson International was eagerly waiting for him to finally rejoin the enterprise as one of his right hand, lead directors. It was needless to say that this perspective was not filling the actor with joy.
"¿Qué carajo, señor Mikaelson" The Spanish maid, Lucinda, exclaimed in shock, before entering the room, and gesturing with her arms. She scattered the living room and the obvious mess left in the penthouse, while walking toward the panoramic windows. "Yo soy tu empleado no un siervo! Mira este desastre!"
"Oh for God sake, Lucinda, lower you Spanish voice, would you, sweetheart!?" Klaus begged, before half-opening his eyes, while frowning at her incessant bubbling of his maid. He was handling a bad hangover and the worst headache known to mankind at the present moment.
Lucinda glanced at her employer for a few seconds, a devious smirk twisting the corners of her lips, with an evil plan emerging in her head. She suddenly grabbed the remote control in her hand before opening the blinds, all at once, the dazzling rays of sunshine entering the living room in a burst of vivid light.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed, while raising his right forearm over his eyes. "Why did you do this for, crazy Spanish woman?"
"The "crazy Spanish woman" is fed up with her "asshole" of employer!" Lucinda replied in a perfect English, with a hint of her Spanish accent, while camping herself in front of his sight, both of her closed fists firmly placed on each side of her hips. "Dios! Look at all the mess you made in this room, Senor Klaus? It will take me forever to clean this up!"
Klaus raised his upper arm above his face, while opening his left eye, before taking a rapid look at the living room. Several bottles of alcohol were scattered in the room, dirty glasses were left sporadically on the carpet, pizza, chips and miscellaneous leftover foods could be found everywhere.
He sighed loudly while reclosing his eye. Obviously the last few hours of partying had been held in his penthouse.
"I'm sorry, Lucinda!" He presented his sincere apologies, while nodding his head. "It was a bad day yesterday, and obviously I lost it more than usual." He explained. "But, look at the bright side? At least there is no female underwear anywhere, "Si"?"
"Senor Klaus, you're paying me very generously for my work, but this is too much, you know?" She tried to explained, while lowering her voice and attitude toward him.
"You're entirely right in your say." He agreed, while slowly strengthening his upper body in a sitting position, his head buried in his hands. "It won't happen again, I can promise you of that on my solemn honor." He nodded, discreetly, to his maid. "Now if you could only lower your delightful voice and while being at it … Simply stop talking at the same time, perhaps?"
"I'll go prepare a fresh pot of black coffee, Senor Klaus; it will help you regain your awareness, if not your sanity!" She replied, while rolling her eyes to the ceiling while directing her walking steps toward the kitchen. "He's all yours!" The maid said to the ravishing brunette who had just entered the penthouse.
"Thank you, Lucinda!" Katherine Pierce answered her. "But, I'm not sure that I want him anymore?" She added, while walking toward the living room, the sound of her high heels shoes hitting the marble floor as well as Klaus's sensible temples.
"Damn!" Klaus mumbled, angrily, between his teeth, while glimpsing rapidly at the visitor. "When you think that your day couldn't get worse? Your manager is entering the murder scene."
"Well, good morning to you too, "Klausy"." Katherine smirked, while dropping her Dior handbag on a side table, before taking a sitting position in a comfortable leather armchair, while crossing her sexy legs under her very short leather skirt. "So, what interesting stuff is there to read in the gossips newspaper this morning?" She added, while looking at the front page of a well-known trash publication. "The notorious Klaus Mikaelson was seen partying all night at an L.A. nightclub in company of several models. The said falling actor was probably drowning his sorrow and sadness after learning that his contract with the serie "L.A. Youth" was not renewed for the upcoming season, for the simple reason of him getting too old for the role. Our prediction: One of these actors that will soon disappear from our radar." Katherine read out loud, before throwing the journal on Klaus's lap. "You have something to say for yourself?" She asked, with a raised eyebrow, while crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"What is it to you, sweetheart, if I'd decided to party all night?" Klaus asked, while passing his right hand through his tangled hair.
"What is it to me … Mm … Well, for starter, my more than generous fee as your manager, would you agree? You go "up", I go "up" … You go "down", and I go "down"!" Katherine replied, while grabbing her Dior bag. "See this beauty, "Klausy"? If your career is climbing high mountains, I can buy myself a good amount of Dior bags and amazing designer shoes to pair it with." She replied, slyly.
"If I was you, I would find a new young actor to put my grip on." He mumbled, angrily, between his teeth.
"Oh my baby is having a breakdown this morning?" Katherine said, while wearing a sour face, before tilting her head. "Get a grip on yourself! Pierce always has a plan "b", "c", "d" … And you know how the alphabet goes, don't you?" She mocked, while pulling a file from her designer bag, before throwing it on his lap. "This is your new project!"
"What new project? I've been politely thanked by all the networks." He shrugged his shoulders. "There are no roles available for me at the moment. I guess I'll take the road of my brother's company next Monday. He obviously won!"
"You've been thanked as an actor, yes! But what if you would win a trophy and get back in the arena with a huge publicity attached to it?" She winked at him.
"Are you on drugs, sweetheart?" He asked his manager, while grabbing the cup of coffee that Lucinda was handing to him, before lowering his sight on the file at hands, his eyes opening widely at his read.
His first gulp of the warm beverage went spreading all over the white carpet, soon followed by a burst of coughing.
"What in hell?" He lashed out to Katherine, still in complete shock of his realization.
"Isn't it exciting?" Katherine said, while clapping her hands together. "You've been chosen as one of the contestants for the tenth season of the reality show: 1, 2, 3… Cha cha cha. Now, you just need to won the "King of the ballroom" trophy!"
A burst of laughter suddenly echoed in the room. They turned their heads simultaneously to take a look at Klaus's maid.
"Dios, Miss Pierce!" Lucinda exclaimed, while bending her upper body, her hands placed on her knees, left under a range of cramping laughter. "Don't make such joke so early in the morning. I have a weak heart." The maid added, while not being able to catch a breath.
"Tell me this is not true, Katherine, please?" Klaus mumbled, angrily, between his teeth, while raising the file in his hand.
"What? They were willing to take you for the new season, no question asked." Katherine shrugged her shoulders. "You should see the money package that you'll be receiving if you win this "King of the ballroom" trophy. Plus, it will give us free publicity; you'll be able to create a new name for yourself by participating beside a large amount of well-known stars." She pleaded her cause.
"Do I look like the "King of the ballroom" to you?" Klaus yelled into his manager's ears, while losing his patience. "I'm an actor not a freaking dancer!"
Lucinda let herself drop on an armchair, not even able to stop her peal of laugher.
"Senor Klaus! Senor Klaus! I promise you, I will watch every episode, I wouldn't miss it for the world!" She added, before wiping the laughing tears from her eyes.
"My own maid is making fun of me, for God sake, Katherine!" Klaus yelled, while pointing his right hand in direction of Lucinda. "Can you imagine how ridiculous I'll look?"
"Well, what do you want me to do? It was that or your career was leading itself down the toilet!" Katherine responded, while gesturing nervously with her arms. "What will it be, Klaus? Will you participate at this reality show, or will you walk toward your brother's office on Monday?" Katherine asked, while crossing her arms over her chest and raising her chin at him.
Klaus sighed loudly, while closing his eyes in desperation …
In which closets were his dancing shoes again?
Elijah Mikaelson rubbed both of his temples, with the tips of his fingers, while trying to ease the pain of this unbearable headache that was hitting his brain at the moment. These many charts of statistics had taken the best of his attention today, and his eyes sight could barely keep with the study anymore.
The buzzing sound of his phone made him startled, while frowning with pain at the ringtone. He pushed the intercom before addressing his assistant.
"Yes, Isabella?" He asked, mostly annoyed by the interruption.
"Miss Katherine Pierce is here to see you, Mister Mikaelson." She informed him. "Something in relation with your brother's career, she informed me? Do you wish to see her?"
He let out several grunting sounds, while rolling his eyes with annoyance. He couldn't stand this Katherine Pierce! Her snobby attitude of diva manager wannabe was too much for him to handle most of the time, even if he could remember a few of their good, enjoyable verbal jousts.
"Give me a second." He asked, while turning his leather desk chair in 90 degree angle, before taking a look through the window at the panoramic view of Los Angeles. "Isabella?"
"Yes, Mister Mikaelson?" She asked, while shrugging her shoulders to, a pacing back and forth, Katherine.
"If you look at your window to your right, far end of the street, you'll see that a bus should be passing in front of the building in approximately one minute." He informed her.
His assistance opened her eyes widely, in a dumbfounded manner, while looking through the said window.
"Yes, Mister Mikaelson, I can see the bus, but I don't understand what this has anything to do with Miss Pierce presence in our office?" She asked him.
"Easy! When the bus will reach the building, could you make sure that you are pushing Miss Pierce in front of it?" He added, with a smile spreading, from ear to ear, on his face.
Isabella lowered her head, while hiding her flushed cheeks to the petrified, mouth opened visitor.
"Mister Mikaelson, I am talking to you "handset" free?" She mentioned, shyly.
"Oh! I see … Well, good morning to you, Miss Pierce!" He exclaimed, in the intercom, with a louder voice.
Katherine closed her fists in anger, while fuming her contained anger, before turning on her heels to reach the marble staircase leading to Elijah's office.
"Tell him that I'll be in his office in a minute!" Katherine informed the assistant, while storming her way upstairs.
"I couldn't manage to retain her, Mister Mikaelson." Isabella excused herself.
"Don't you worry, Isabella, I'm waiting to meet with Miss Pierce with high anticipation!" He smirked, while closing the conversation on his assistant.
"Pushing me under a bus, really, Mister Mikaelson?" Katherine busted, while storming her way inside Elijah's office.
"Miss Pierce, what an unwanted, disturbing intrusion into my office." Elijah said, while keeping his sight on his files at hands.
"You did not see "disturbing" yet, Mister Mikaelson!" She added, while dropping her handbag on the marble floor, before placing her opened palms on his desktop, with her upper body bending in front of his sight.
"Well, I have to agree with your say, Miss Pierce." He raised his intense glaze in hers. "The scent of your perfume is more than my nasals can endure at the moment; I would suggest buying a higher quality if I was you." He suggested. "As for your deep neckline plastered in front of my sight, with your obvious "twins" staring at me, I'm sorry to say that you're not really my type. But you're wearing a very nice bra at the moment." He smirked, perniciously.
Katherine straightened her body, before closing both sides of her blazer on the deep neckline of her transparent blouse, while trying to hide her flushed cheeks to this despicable man.
"Your brother is my client, he has been for many years now, and if you think that you can steal him from the prominent career that I am planning for him, you have me mistaken with somebody else, perhaps one of your brainless models' girlfriends?" She busted to his face, while crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Are you jealous, Miss Pierce?" He arched an eyebrow at his own question.
"I have higher standard of men in mind for myself, Mister Mikealson; you're not even at the bottom of the ladder." She responded, tit for tat.
"As for my "brother" and his rightful place in this enterprise, it's certainly not of your concerns or business. I'm not even sure that your brain is efficacious enough as to realize the result of the equation, 1 and 1 equal 2, except perhaps to buy yourself a new perfume." He added, firmly, while rising on his legs. "The actor's career of my brother just died, or did you miss the newspaper front page this morning, Miss Pierce?" He busted to her, angrily, while taking a few steps to reach her standing position.
"As for your brother's career, you should take a new leap of faith!" Katherine lashed out, while raising her fiery sight in his. Damn this man was so tall! Even with her four inches high heels, she was barely reaching his height.
"I should have faith in what, Miss Pierce?" He replied to her. "Should I have faith in his latest drinking night, in the nightclubs of L.A.?"
"He's a grown up man, this is not of your concerns the way he lives his life!" She responded, while hitting his chest with one of her finger. "Maybe if you were having one of your own, you wouldn't put your nose in the one of your brother."
"Did you just hit my chest with one of your finger, Miss Pierce?" Elijah asked, with an arched eyebrow, while raising his closed fists on each side of his waist.
"What if I did?" She asked, while narrowing her sight on the business man, before copying his body language, while placing her own fists on each side of her waist.
"Oh you don't want to go on war with me, woman!" He smirked, while sliding his sight from her head to her toes. "My brother will be part of this company sooner than later!"
"Am I disturbing a private moment?" They both heard a voice addressing them, while simultaneously turning their heads toward the entrance door of the office.
"Hayley!" Elijah called, surprised, while smiling and welcoming his girlfriend. "You're not disturbing us at all, Miss Pierce was actually leaving."
The star model, of the jet set world of Los Angeles, took her first steps in the room, while swinging her behind on her high heels shoes.
"Miss Pierce? It seems I've heard that name before?" Hayley replied, while handing a manicured right hand to Katherine. "It's nice to meet you?"
Katherine shook the woman's hand, reluctantly, while returning a fake smile.
"Oh right, I remember now! You're Elijah's brother manager, aren't you?" Hayley added, while marking her territory by sliding her arms under her boyfriend's, before smashing her mouth on his. "Hello baby!"
Katherine sighed loudly, mostly annoyed by this fake display of affection, before rolling her eyes to the ceiling. This obvious scene of "He's mine, don't you touch him!" was more than what she could handle. She grabbed her handbag, while turning on her heels, before reaching the entrance door.
"If I was you I would continue to check the newspapers in the following days, you'll be surprised to see the new start of your brother's career!" She busted at Elijah.
"Is this a threat, Miss Pierce?" Elijah asked, while gently pushing his girlfriend away from him.
"No, Mister Mikealson." She replied, before turning on herself to face him, with a glorious smile plastered on her face. "It's a promise!" She added, while storming out of the office, before slamming the door behind her.
"Oh, don't worry, my little Easter bunny, Hayley is here to take care of you now." The model comforted the business man, while hugging him.
Worried? Yes, Elijah Mikealson was really worried, because he knew too well how snaky Katherine Pierce could be, if she had the chance!
Caroline closed her eyes, while taking a deep breath into her lungs before hitting the doorbell of the penthouse of this prestigious condominiums complex, in downtown L.A. She glanced rapidly at the guard, standing by her side that had to accompany her to the door.
"It's a simple security procedure, Miss Forbes." He reassured her, while nodding his head. "We have to accompany the guests when they visit the complex." He informed her, in a friendly tone of voice.
"It's no problem." She smiled, while thinking to herself that it was also an unfortunate procedure that she had to meet her "dance partner/contestant" before their first days in the dance studio.
"By the way I am a fervent viewer of: 1, 2, 3, Cha Cha cha, and one of your biggest fans." He added, with flushed cheeks, while nervously rubbing his hands together.
"Well … Thank you!" She replied, proudly. "It's always nice to hear."
"But wait a second?" He wondered. "Are you here because Mister Mikaelson is a new participant for the fall season?" He added, with a raised eyebrow.
"I don't have the authority to respond to that question." She replied, while smiling timidly.
"I understand." The guard replied while winking at her.
The door opened on a middle age maid, Spanish woman, who nodded her head as a greeting gesture at the visitors.
"Si?" She asked, politely, to the guard.
"Mister Mikaelson has a visitor." He informed, while raising his right hand toward Caroline.
"Hello." Caroline nodded herself. "My name is Caroline Forbes; I'm here in the behalf of ZZY network, I believe Mister Klaus Mikaelson is expecting me?"
"Senora Forbes… It's you!" The maid exclaimed, while giggling uncontrollably. "Please, coming … He's expecting you!" She asked Caroline to enter, before closing the door behind her back.
"Come with me, Senora, it will be more comfortable for you to wait in the living room, while I go to find "Fred Astaire"!" She mocked more, while leading the path into a narrow, marbled floor, corridor.
"Well … I … Thank you!" Caroline stammered the words, while being taken aback by the maid behavior, before entering the spacious, modern space of the living area.
"Dios! His eyes will pop up out of his head when he'll see that it's "you" who he's paired with." The maid informed, while smiling. "As for you, Senora, I present to you, my deepest sympathies!" Lucinda added. "May I offer you refreshments or a cup of fresh coffee?"
"What? … No, thank you!" Caroline stammered more, while staring at the maid with wide opened eyes. Granted she did not like her future dance partner for personal reasons, but this woman was after all his personal maid, shouldn't she be more respectful toward her employer?
"Please sit, it will only take a minute." She suggested to Caroline, politely, before climbing the white marble stairs leading to the upstairs room.
"John Travolta?" The maid yelled, while disappearing from her sight.
Well, this was without a doubt the weirdest meeting Caroline had to encounter since a long while, and needless to say that she hasn't met the "guest" of this reality show yet!
Caroline scattered the elegant room: comfortable leather sofa and armchairs, luxurious fireplace, panoramic window, elegant piano, a few abstract paintings on the white walls.
"Admiring my masterpieces?" A male voice asked her, while making her startled in surprise, and turning abruptly on herself, almost hitting an expensive vase in the process.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" She mumbled the excuse, while replacing the vase on its marble pedestal.
"So it's "you"?" Klaus Mikaelson noticed the identity of his secret dancing partner, while sliding his fiery sight on her delightful body. "It's certainly a nice surprise." He added. "I'm Klaus Mikaelson." He nodded.
"It appears it is "me"." Caroline replied, with a snobbish attitude, while controlling her American accent, before raising her chin. "I know who you are, and I couldn't say the same as being a nice surprise." She added, perniciously, while crossing her hands in front of her chest.
Klaus arched one of his eyebrows at her unexpected remark, while smirking. Obviously, he thought, she was not under his English charm yet!
"You were disappointed, Love?" He asked, while taking a few steps in her direction, before lowering his head and drowning his blue eyes in hers.
"I meant it as: I couldn't say that it was a surprise, because I knew who my partner would be for the upcoming season." She replied with a devious smile plastered on her lips.
"Can I offer you a drink, sweetheart?" He asked, while turning on his heels, before reaching the bar.
"It's Caroline Forbes." She replied, slyly, while crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"I know perfectly who you are, there's no need to remind me." He replied, smiling, while grabbing a bottle of champagne from a fridge placed under the counter. "I could never forget the name of a pretty face like yours." He added, while opening the wrap and winking at her.
Caroline sighed loudly, while rolling her eyes to the ceiling. In the category "cheesy pick-up lines", he was winning the first price, no question asked!
"I meant it, Mister Mikaelson, as: my name is Caroline Forbes, not "love", neither "sweetheart", or any attributed nicknames you could come up with." She warned him, while narrowing her sight on him.
"Call me "Klaus"!" He suggested, while pouring two glasses of the bubbly alcohol. "And it's duly noted, Love." He replied, scoffer, while grabbing the two flutes, before approaching Caroline, and handing one of the glasses to her. "Are you always so tense in the morning, sweetheart?" He asked, smirking, with an arched eyebrow.
What an arrogant, pretentious, snobbish, English "jerk"! Caroline thought, while closing her fists in anger. He was not even listening to her request!
"I don't drink when I am in my work shift, Mister Mikaelson!" She responded, slyly, without listening to his request either. "And I suggest to you to stop as well! You'll soon notice that training for the competition is very exhausting!"
Klaus lowered his head near her left ear, before murmuring softly:
"I won't tell your secret to a soul, I promise, Love." He mocked, his lips brushing her earlobe.
Caroline was suddenly hit by an electrical discharge. She stepped away from his near presence, while taking a deep breath into her lungs.
"I was here to present myself, Mister Mikaelson." She informed him, while raising her sight in his. "And also to present you our work schedule for the next eight weeks." She added, while pulling a document from her bag, before deposing the file on a side table. "We start the rehearsal in the studio, next Monday, 8:00 o'clock sharp. Dress in a proper way for the occasion, and please don't be late." She added, while placing the leather straps of her handbags on her left shoulder, before turning on her heels, leading her steps toward the entrance door.
"Leaving so soon, Miss Forbes?" He mocked, while gulping one of the glasses. "I hope my charm did not make you uncomfortable, considering we'll be working in a near proximity the next eight weeks?" He added, perniciously.
"None the least, Mister Mikaelson, I am accustomed to the oversized Ego of the stars by now." She added, before slamming the entrance door behind her back.
"She is beautiful, intelligent, fearless, and she is immune to your charm, Senor Klaus!" Lucinda exclaimed, happily, while entering the room. "I like Senora Forbes, already!" She added, smiling. "What a new season of my favorite T.V. show this one will be!" She added, while rubbing her hands together.
"Don't you have some cleaning to do, Lucinda?" Klaus growled, between his teeth.
Thank you for reading this introduction to: 1, 2, 3 … Cha cha cha, guys!
A funnier, lighter fiction that I wanted to write as a comedy to ease the tension related to both series, upon us, this autumn.
Be patient with the updates! You know me … I'm always multi-tasking on several fictions.
Going back to TPOL now, followed by Sweet Kisses from Russia.
Much love,
Lovely Vero