I'm a little late in getting this up, but I've had a busy week, and two I wanted to get a few chapters written before I posted this (which the other one will be posted tomorrow or today). Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
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~Two Months after Previous Story~
Caroline sat carefully down in the brown leather chair in her new home, and smiled. Placing her hand on her stomach, she sighed.
It had been two months since they moved to Alabama, and she wanted so much for it to end. She loved her new home, don't get her wrong, but she missed New Orleans.
She closed her eyes, and rubbed her four month expectant stomach. She felt the baby move within her, and she couldn't help but smile.
"Caroline,"
She opened her eyes, and found her husband standing in the doorway with a grim look on his face. "What?" She asked, calmly, already suspecting what it was.
He sighed, and approached her with a shake of his head. "You should be lying down." He replied, kneeling down in front of her.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Nonsense," She stated, shaking her head. "I'm perfectly healthy, Niklaus Mikaelson." She added, glaring at him.
He contained a smirk as he searched her eyes. "You're pregnant." He stated, moving his eyes down to her stomach.
"Yes, I'm pregnant, not deathly ill." She returned, firmly, nodding her head.
He smirked, and reached forward to touch her face. "I know, but we can't take any chances." He whispered, watching her eyes melt into a faint light.
Caroline bowed her head, and sighed. "I'm being careful, Klaus. You know that." She stated, lifting her head to look at him.
He nodded, and sighed. "I know, and I'm sorry if I'm getting overprotective, but…" He stopped when she leaned forward to place her fingers over his lips.
"I know." She replied, nodding her head. "You don't have to explain it to me." She added, smiling softly.
He sighed, and grasped her fingers with his right hand, and kissed them before dropping them to kiss her lips. "I don't want to lose you or the baby, Caroline." He replied in a low voice.
She nodded, and smiled. "I don't either." She replied, moving her hand to stroke his face. "And I am being careful." She added, softly. "I promise." She whispered, searching his eyes.
He nodded, and leaned forward. "I know." He whispered, placing his forehead on hers.
She smiled, and stroked his cheek before his head lowered to her stomach. He placed his ear to the small bump, and she smiled as he stroked her side.
He sighed, and closed his eyes. "I would have enjoyed having our child born in New Orleans." He whispered, sitting up.
Caroline nodded, and sighed. "I know." She returned, gently.
He sighed, and stroked her face, brushing her blonde hair behind her ear. "I don't blame you, Caroline. You saved us." He replied, shaking his head.
She smiled, and bowed her head. "Joey misses our old home." She replied, gently. "And so do I."
Klaus sighed, and leaned forward to gaze into her eyes. "I promise you, I will end this one way or another." He vowed, a dark gleam appearing in his eyes.
Caroline wanted to say no, but she couldn't. She knew Klaus was right. If the law couldn't touch her father the way she wanted, then they would have to go another route. She just wasn't sure if it would come to that, but if it did, would she accept it? With a nod of her head, she gave him the response she knew he needed.
Klaus stood up, and held out his left hand. With a smile, Caroline accepted it, and stood up, aligning her body against his. "I love you." He whispered, stroking her face with his right hand.
She smiled, and nodded. "I love you." She returned, leaning forward to kiss his lips. "Thank God, Joey's asleep." She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Klaus chuckled, and held her close. "Why? Feeling a little hot, love?" He asked, in crude words, his accent dipping down.
She shivered, and nodded against his lips. "I think it's my hormones. They're whacking me out." She replied, kissing his lips with mild passion.
He chuckled, and returned her kiss. "You are insatiable, my love." He whispered, shaking his head.
She scoffed, and pulled back. "And you're not?" She asked, remembering another time that he had said similar words.
Klaus smiled, and brushed his fingers over her swelling breasts, and looked into her eyes with a devilish sultry gaze. "Always." He whispered, huskily.
She smiled, and leaned forward into his hands. "I wish we could make love, but…" She whispered, her eyes beginning to droop, as she stifled a yawn.
Klaus smiled, and nodded. "Come on." He replied, bending down to lift her in his arms. "Let's get you to bed, love." He added, kissing her cheek.
She blushed, and wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried down the hall towards their bedroom. "I love you." She whispered, kissing his cheek.
Klaus smiled, and laid her gently on the bed. "I love you too, Caroline." He replied, climbing into bed after her, for they had already changed into their nightclothes.
Klaus pulled her into his arms, and smiled as she laid her head on his chest. As her breath evened in slumber, he gazed up at the ceiling. His thoughts ran to many months ago, when he married the love of his life, and became a husband and father. It was everything he had ever dreamed of, with the exception of the after effects.
Now he was on the run, protecting his family, under assumed names.
They were called the Swan's, and though he hated the name, he went with it for it always made him think of his wife. He was Nick Swan. She was Carol Swan, and Joey was just Joey Swan.
He inhaled softly, and held his wife close to him. His mind drifted to the danger that lingered in the air. It always hung over them no matter how much joy they had. He closed his eyes, and let his right hand rest on her growing belly.
He felt their child move within her, and he smiled. He felt a love run through him at the feel of his child, and also a sense of protectiveness. "I'll protect you, little one." He whispered, stroking her stomach. "You, your mother, and your brother." He continued, without raising his voice. "If it takes the last breath within me, I'll protect you all." He added, before finally drifting off to sleep, not realizing that his wife had opened her eyes, and heard every word.
In the darkness, she smiled. "We know you will." She whispered, nuzzling her face into his chest before drifting to sleep, safe in her husband's arms.
~XXX~
Katherine stood at the door of Khristo's bedroom, and watched him sleep. She hated that they had to move from New Orleans, just when he had found a home with them. She knew he had been moved around a lot when he was just a baby, and she hated that they had to move.
"It'll be better, Katerina."
She sighed, as he wrapped his arms around her body, and pulled her towards him. "I hate hurting our son." She whispered, as she closed the door, and moved away from Elijah.
Elijah sighed, and followed her down the hall. "Katerina," He called, causing her to stop inside their bedroom.
Katherine bowed her head, and sat down the bed. "I made a promise to myself years ago, that I would never hurt my son or run from anything ever again." She stated, shaking her head. "Now, I'm breaking that promise." She stated, sadly.
Elijah sighed, and sat down next to her. "You're protecting your family, Katerina." He replied, placing his arm over her shoulders.
She sighed, and leaned into his side. "I just don't want to hurt him or you." She whispered, closing her eyes.
Elijah pushed her up, and gazed into her eyes. "You won't, my Katerina." He whispered, stroking her face.
She smiled, and leaned forward. Gently placing her lips on his, she kissed him.
~XXX~
Rebekah hummed in her sleep, as she lay in her lover's arms, and he softly stroked her hair. He smiled as she lay curled in his arms.
Stefan lowered his head, for a brief moment, and kissed her head. Whispering the words he loved to say to her, he closed his eyes, and fell asleep, wishing that tomorrow would be a better day.
~XXX~
Bonnie stepped out of the bathroom, and smiled as her husband sat against the headboard, reading.
Kol lifted his head, and smiled at her. "Oh, lass, you look breathtaking." He replied, gazing at her with love in his eyes.
She was wearing a blue silk gown with spaghetti straps, and her hair was down to her shoulders. She smiled, and dipped her head. "I figured you needed support in your studies." She replied, walking towards the bed, delicately swaying her hips.
Kol swallowed, as she came closer to him. "Oh, lass, how can one study with such a scrumptious morsel for a wife?" He asked, as she leaned forward, and took the law book from his hands, closed it, and set it on the night table, before climbing into bed with him.
"Well," She began, straddling him. "Somebody's got to give you inspiration." She whispered, leaning forward to kiss her husband's lips.
He chuckled, and returned her kiss. "Oh, my love, you always do that." He whispered, grabbing her, and laying her on the bed, hovering over her.
She smiled, and touched his face. "I love you, Kol Mikaelson." She whispered, pulling his head down.
He smiled, and kissed her lips. "I love you, Bonnie Mikaelson." He added, before continuing on, and made love to her all night long, forgetting the law book he had been studying a few moments before.
~XXX~
The door opened to the dark room, and William entered with a grim expression on his face. He lifted the knife in his hand, and patted it on his other hand.
He lifted his gaze to the man hanging from the chains in the small room. "Give me one good reason, I should spare you." He stated, approaching the man.
Marcel lifted his gaze, and glared at him. "Because I could help you find them." He replied, in a scratchy voice.
William pursed his lips, but clicked his tongue and shook his head. "No, you see, you had two chances, and you failed me both times." He replied, closing in. "I think you've outlived your usefulness, Marcel, and I'm sorry to tell you this, but I've decided to terminate your employment with me." He added, lifting the knife in his hands.
Marcel shook his head, but it was too late. With a swift stroke, William Forbes slit his throat, and with a roll of his eyes, he watched Marcel gurgle for a short time, before finally dying in front of him.
"Nothing personal." He whispered, turning on his heel, and left the room.
Please be kind!
I know this doesn't seem like a rated M story at the moment, but it will get there.
Also, the chapters will be longer than this one. I just wanted it to be a short beginning for the moment.
Next Chapter: They find out about Marcel. Bonnie meets a new friend (or is it?). Tyler calls with distressing news, which causes Klaus to worry about Caroline. Joey and Khristo have a small talk about moving.
Until Next Time...