So hi, this is basically me playing with these two characters I made. Charlotte and Elizabeth, and how they impacted on Klaus's life. It's a little bit of a love triangle, Klaus has to decide who he wants to love. One is completely sweet and kind and the other is a total bitch.

Rated M for the violence and the odd sex scene I've chucked in there. Hope you enjoy it, please REVIEW! :D


Polar Opposites.

Chapter 1: Fidelity

Klaus stared at the coffins, the four of the full, each of the four containing a precious part of Klaus himself. Elijah's coffin screamed at him, Klaus was willing to allow his brother to live, even if it was only to wallow in the grief of Katerina's death. Klaus didn't like what he'd put his brother through, especially since he had just reunited him with Elizabeth.

Niklaus. That was his real name, and it was a name that a very small portion of people actually called him. Only 7 people actually. And only 6 of those people were his family. Elizabeth. Her name echoed around his head whenever he thought of his guilt. The guilt of what he'd done to her had scorned him like no other. And yet she was the one who had left him, quite with her own free will. He hadn't wanted her to leave, but he couldn't simply say "No, I love you Elizabeth" because it wasn't until later in… life… could he actually articulate the feelings he felt towards her.

But as he felt the guilt of his brother's death consume him, he pictured her face. Her glorious golden hair that was more like a mane of curls than anything else. Her clear and honest blue eyes, that just seemed to look right through the soul. She was everything Tatia wasn't, and that was what made her perfect. Elizabeth wasn't manipulative, she'd never made any of his siblings fall for her, although Klaus was surprised they didn't as soon as they saw her. She was beautiful.

Being a lady of the night though, she kind of had to be beautiful. Klaus had found her as he was prowling for a kill, her amazing beauty had consumed him and he bedded her. She went with him easily, as it was her job and he had compelled her to tell him why she resorted to prostitution.

"My father" she told him "he was convicted of murder 3 years ago. He was hung and now I have to take care of my family, my mother, sister and two brothers. We need the money". The way she spoke had Niklaus hypnotised, she was beautiful and yet he would never tell her.

Compliments never left his lips when he was with her. Affection and emotion was a weakness, he would tell himself. Willing himself to believe it. "My mother is still in shock from it. She does nothing, she's completely incapable" she muttered rather angrily, causing Nik to look back at her. She had such fire in the way she spoke and yet she was so sweet and kind, the perfect mixture.

Niklaus let his fingers run up and down her spine slowly, letting her warm skin contrast with his cold fingers. Where they touched, goose bumps formed on her skin, causing Niklaus to smile slightly.

She was so obviously infatuated with him from the beginning. This was exactly what Niklaus loved, while he would never deliberately set out to seduce her, he inevitably did, and they spent their times together. She was always the one he went to when he needed to burn some sexual tension. He supposed that was what they were, friends with benefits.

She had said something like that to him years before, as they had continued to be nothing more than friends but with the sexual comfort that they so craved with each other. It was entirely mutual, it seemed, she craved him just as much as he her. But there were times when both of them just got fed up with each other, and they couldn't see each other without getting angry.

Klaus had hurt her on a number of occasions, nothing serious, just letting his anger get the best of him. Staking her in the stomach to warn her away, breaking her fingers when she tried to comfort him. Nothing she couldn't handle. Nothing she hadn't handled before. Elizabeth was the one thing that remained common throughout Klaus's 1000 years on this earth and Rebekah absolutely hated her.

Something about Elizabeth being nothing but common, or trash. Or common trash. Klaus had always liked Elizabeth's fire when she was thinking or talking about Rebekah, the way his sister and her despised each other pleased him more than it should, and Elijah had mentioned this to him on more than one occasion.

Elijah had always liked her, but he supposed it was because Elijah was a man, and Elizabeth was a very beautiful woman that all men loved. Elijah liked the honourable and sweet side of her, the side she tried to keep hidden from Klaus and yet the side that was so obvious in what she did.

Elizabeth would do anything for Klaus and he knew that, in fact, he constantly abused that. She'd killed for him and she'd sacrificed for him several times. He was sure if he could bear the thought, she'd die for him.

Kol's opinion on Elizabeth was always kept under tabs, he'd never given her more than a look over, tending to go for the brunettes rather than the blondes. However, Kol was the only one of Klaus's brothers who completely understood the friends with benefits relationship he had with Elizabeth, she was there when he needed the relief from the sexual tension that he felt, and Kol had his own way for dealing with this tensions (which didn't involve the use of his wrist – unlike Elijah) and they had on occasion, gone on the prowl together.

Klaus couldn't deny that while he did have a love hate relationship with Kol, they were good brothers. He did care for him and they could have fun together. Even Elijah occasionally allowed himself to go out and remember what it was like to be brothers again – something that Niklaus craved as the years went by and as he grew distant to everyone but Rebekah. Elizabeth disappeared, going off on her own, saying she needed time to be who she was. Not that Klaus ever really understood what that meant.

Elijah vanished soon after Klaus daggered Kol, claiming he didn't want to see Rebekah's inevitable end, which occurred only 10 years after Kol's did. It had been 90 years and finally his entire family where to be awakened, even with the impending doom of Mikael's search, it was time to allow his family to live once more. Even Elijah, who had only been daggered for a short time now. He deserved to wake.

Of course, his brother would be mad at him for murdering his precious Katerina, while the two of them had tried to hide it from him, he could see the obvious… love… they shared. But Klaus tried not to let it bother him, he had needed Katerina and while she may not have been willing to die in the sacrifice the first time around, he would make sure she would die the second time around. And die she did.

Klaus was finally happy, able to transform into his true self whenever he pleased, and stay transformed for as long as he liked. As a wolf he killed, not knowing who or what he was killing, but just killing for the fun and for the blood. It was an incredible and indescribable feeling. One he had tried to explain to Elizabeth when she had found him.

She stared at him from across the room, leaning against the door frame, her hip sticking out in a rather sexual manner. He just looked back at her, telling all the details of the previous night, the nights he spend living in carnage. Her face remained perfectly poised as she watched him speak, not giving away anything of what she was thinking or feeling. "How many people did you kill?" she asked him, raising her perfect eyebrow a little and keeping her voice even.

Klaus knew what this meant, she was angry. Her compassion and care for the human race was incomprehensible. Klaus couldn't understand why she felt a need to protect – especially children – the humans. He simply failed to realise that she hated what she was, he couldn't understand this, because he thought she was perfect.

"I don't know… a dozen" he told her, giving a casual shrug of his shoulders and standing up to pour himself a bourbon, ignoring her completely. She frowned "A dozen!? Nik!" she muttered, unable to keep the disappointment from colouring her tone.

"Children?" she asked him, standing up straight now, her arms still crossed in front of her. Klaus shook his head, he made sure to stay away from the young, knowing that it would upset Elizabeth more than anything else. While she had always been a firecracker and had no problem killing the odd human now and then, the torture and killing of the innocent and not even drinking their blood was pure cruelty. And Klaus knew she thought that.

He couldn't change who he was for her, not even if he wanted to. She knew this, and she accepted who he was, without complaint. "Good" she muttered, looking at him still and giving a small sigh as she dropped her arms and moved to sit on the couch. Klaus moved to sit beside her, giving her a tiny smirk. Elizabeth's perfect eyebrow raised yet again, looking at him with a look of curiosity. "What are you doing?" she asked, a smirk spreading slowly across her own face.

Klaus shrugged, letting his hand snake behind her back, sliding across the bare skin her dress revealed just above her buttocks. He leaned in and kissed her neck gently, and she just sat still, allowing him to do as he wished. His hand on her back slowly rose, pulling the straps down, causing the front to fall open and reveal her chest, completely uncovered.

Klaus smirked wickedly as his eyes gazed over her chest, he was entirely thrilled with the lack of clothing women wore these days and it was considerate of her to incorporate her innocent nature with the sexy and desirable dresses of modern times. Elizabeth leaned her head back, smiling as Klaus planted kisses on her neck again, pushing her backwards into a laying position, so she was sprawled out on the couch entirely, the dress rumpled around her middle and Klaus was delighted to see she'd thought not to wear any underwear.

She gave him a slight smile as his hands travelled up her thighs, gliding over her entire body and she closed her eyes, letting him do as he pleased. This was often how it went, not that he was doing anything against her will, she generally enjoyed herself as much – if not more – than she did, and he was sure to remind her of the amount of screaming that went on during. It was more than she allowed him to slake his lust, more than she slaking hers.

It seemed more important to her that he be satisfied than she be satisfied. Klaus's hands moved to undo his pants and he continued to kiss her neck, this was when she moved, her hands replacing his as she removed his pants slowly, along with his boxers as she pushed his face away from her and then leaned in to kiss him gently. Klaus returned the kiss, pleased with her involvement. Moments later, Klaus's shirt was off, leaving them both naked, her dress was still crumpled up around her hips, but he was still able to get to her opening, and he did.

As he kissed her, he slid his entire length into her slowly, causing them both to let out soft moans of pleasure. Their entire embrace seemed so passionate for the two of them. They'd never shared more than sexual intimacies and only twice had they really held each other after said intimacies. They were almost finished when footsteps approached the room, Klaus hissed and pulled out of her hurrying to put his pants back on as she slid her dress back up her body and sat innocently on the couch, breathing heavily.


The footsteps where from a lady, one could tell because of the heel, the harsh sound of the high heeled shoes on the flash floorboards caused Klaus to wince a little. "She better not be scratching my floor he muttered to Elizabeth, who gave him a slight smile and went to fix her hair, adjusting her dress awkwardly as she did so. "You know who it is?" she asked him from in front of the mirror. It was then that the door swung open to reveal a short and beautiful red headed vampire, with bright red lips and a wicked smile.

"Does he ever" muttered Charlotte while she stared at Elizabeth with pure hatred clear on her face. Klaus was sitting on the sofa, his shirt only had barely been buttoned up when she walked in. He gave her a smile, standing up and giving her a hug. "Charlotte, good of you to come" he told her, pulling back and resting his hands on her shoulders. He gave Elizabeth a cautious glance, they'd never gotten along, Charlotte and Elizabeth.

They'd always hated each other. Perhaps it was because they were polar opposites. Elizabeth represented everything that Charlotte had lost when she turned, and Charlotte was very similar to Elizabeth before she turned. "And no Nikky, I didn't scratch your precious floor" Charlotte told him with a smirk, especially after Klaus gave a small growl at the nickname she'd given him years ago.

Charlotte was a completely different story to Elizabeth. They had known each other as humans, they'd been… friends, he supposed. Klaus knew what Charlotte was, long before Charlotte knew what he was. Before Esther had even thought to put the spell on Klaus, he knew that Charlotte too was a witch, just like his mother.

She came from a similar line of witches, originating from the Old World. Her parents had been mauled to death by wolves, only a few weeks before Henrik was killed. Klaus remembered her coming to his mother and Ewana, and begging them for help, pleasing with them that there must have been something they could do. It wasn't until a few weeks later did his mother actually come up with an idea to protect him and his siblings from the cruelty of the wolves, and eventually, Klaus vowed to save Charlotte too.

Charlotte was unaware that once she was made vampire, she'd lose her connection to the earth and to nature. Klaus knew it was hard on her, but never did he offer her solace and comfort. He didn't feel he could give that to her. There was something about how Charlotte needed to be with Klaus, they were both ruthless beings, so completely aroused and awakened by torture and pain of others. Charlotte had found her true calling when she became a vampire, and her pain and loss of her family and her connection to the earth escalated into the anger she showed during those harsh and torturous moments. She was truly cruel and that was why Klaus liked her so much.


Chicago 1920's

Niklaus stood in the middle of their large living room, Rebekah wearing her fanciest and most provocative dress. They were now just waiting on Charlotte to make an appearance, and she did so, soon after. She walked in with her usual poise and composure, giving a small, seductive smile to Klaus and another tiny smile to Rebekah.

They seemed to get on a little too well. Rebekah sympathised with her after she lost her parents to the wolves, something no child should go through. Besides, Charlotte and Rebekah both shared a passion for the blood, the scream and the pain of their victims. "Are we ready Nik?" Rebekah asked him, tilting her head to the side. She'd had an admirer in the bar recently, one that Klaus only knew by the name of Stefan, and he was keen to meet his sisters courtier.

Charlotte had only just returned from one of her benders, she called them holidays. Months could span into years, depending on how big the last fight they'd had was. This was her first time back with them in 25 years, and she was looking better than he remembered, something he was sure to remind her of. Charlotte's last bender consisted of her killing over 20,000 people, all viciously and all for the pure fun of the kill.

Klaus had been informed of her whereabouts over the years, he thought it was important in case he ever required her assistance, so he'd send one of his many followers to check up on her. She's always impressed him, whether it be the pure delight she found in the sounds of the screams, or the love of the colour, pouring from their various wounds and spilling out over their flesh and sometimes her own. He knew that she loved the heat that spilled from their cuts and gashes, the smells that radiated from them and just seemed to warm her core. She delighted in the pain she inflicted. And he just liked to watch her.

Charlotte was smiling at him "Are you ready, Niklaus?" she asked him, pulling her gloves onto her white hands, carefully sliding her daylight ring over the silky cream fabric. Klaus nodded and took her arm, then Rebekah's leading them towards their bar, Gloria's. They arrived just as Gloria was finishing her song, she looked over at them and smiled, nodding her head in their direction.

Rebekah branched off from Klaus and Charlotte soon after they entered, and he followed her with his eyes, seeing her walk over to the infamous Stefan Salvatore. Charlotte pulled him towards the bar "Relax Niklaus, let her have a little fun for once" she muttered, smiling and basically forcing him to buy her a glass of sherry. She downed it in one go and turned towards the dance floor, dragging him with her and dancing with him.

"So do you have a plan for this evenings events? Perhaps a welcome back party for me?" she asked, smiling devilishly at him. He gave a small chuckle as he spun her around in the centre of the dance floor. "Perhaps we'll sample some of the… local talents" he murmured, leaning in close to her ear. She grinned and pulled away from him, grabbing another drink from a tray and pulling him to a booth that Stefan and Rebekah were at.

She slid in, sitting close to Stefan and pulling Klaus in beside her. "Pleasure to meet you Mr Salvatore" she muttered, Klaus eyeing him curiously. Stefan looked at her, smiling and gazing over her entire body "And who might you be sweetheart?" he asked her, Rebekah's eyes narrowing instantly.

Charlotte simply smiled at him and extended her hand "Charlotte, Charlotte Granger" she told him, Klaus intervening before he could take her hand "And I, am Niklaus, Niklaus Mikaelson." He told him, pulling Charlotte's hand down, causing her to look at him and roll her eyes.

"Call him Klaus" she muttered, still smiling. Rebekah pulled Stefan's attentions back to her and he raised his eyebrow "Mikaelson?" he asked her, truly puzzled. "My brother" she responded before kissing him, causing Klaus to look away in disgust. Charlotte laughed a little at him, leaning over him to grab another two drinks, handing one to him "Bottoms up Nik" she said, winking at him. Klaus smiled and downed his drink, and they proceeded to get drunk with the other couple. Klaus didn't like Stefan to begin with, it wasn't until later that he realised just how fun Stefan truly was.

Charlotte stood with her back to them, it was clear by her tone that she was smiling. "The blonde one… with the side curls?" she asked, clearly entertained by Stefan's new game. Klaus watched fondly as Stefan again ran the knife down the brunettes arm, causing blood to spill into a glass that was sitting at her hand. "No" he told her, smiling as he picked up the glass and brought it around to her, holding it up to her lips, Charlotte grinned and took a sip from the glass, making a satisfied sound as she did so. "The brunette… with the pretty necklace." She told him, absolutely delighted by this game.

He nodded and she clapped her hands excitedly, looking at Klaus and smiling. He smiled back at her. He had to admit, this concept had not occurred to him. "Pretty necklace?" Stefan asked, seeing the beautiful diamond hanging from the brunettes neck. Klaus watched as Stefan sauntered over to the brunette, removing her necklace and going back over to Charlotte, fastening it around her neck, running his fingers down her back slowly.

Klaus growled a little, only slightly and Rebekah made an annoyed sound. But Charlotte grinned happily, touching the necklace and not seeming at all concerned that Stefan's hand was resting just above her bottom. Stefan smiled, gazing right into her eyes before going back to the remaining two. A blonde with side curls, and a charming red head, with a beautiful smile. Stefan smelled both of them for a while, deciding on the red headed girl, he bit into her neck first, just to allow the smell of blood fill the room. Klaus felt his jaw tighten, she certainly did smell delicious.

Charlotte breathed in a deep breath and smiled, letting it out slowly "She smells lovely" she muttered. Klaus could see her face, barely. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling, her fangs showing. She opened her eyes "The red head?" Charlotte asked, her eyes calming, but her fangs remaining prominent.

Stefan grinned "Fantastic" he muttered, leaning the red head over to Charlotte so she could bite into her neck. Stefan watched her for a while before biting into her neck himself, on the opposite side to Charlotte. The Mikaelson's watched, each feeling a tweak of jealousy towards their respective partners.

While Charlotte wasn't exactly Klaus's, they were still friends, and Klaus felt as though Stefan was stealing his dance partner. Charlotte pulled away eventually and the body fell to the ground, they just grinned at each other for a while before Stefan reached over and wiped the blood from Charlotte's mouth and then going back over to Rebekah.

Charlotte turned to Klaus and grinned, delighted with her new friend. "I like him" she told him once she was back by his side and Klaus nodded "I can tell" he replied, smiling a little and taking her hand, pulling her away from his sister and Stefan, who were sharing an intimate embrace.

Charlotte looked back at Stefan for a moment before allowing herself to be led by Klaus back into the main room of the bar, he grabbed them a bottle of champagne and sat them down in a booth, pouring them each a glass. "To our reunion" he said, raising his glass in a toast. She grinned and clinked her glass against him "To friendship" she said.

Three bottles of champagne later, Klaus and Charlotte were ready to leave. "You know… you're actually perfect for me" Klaus was telling her "because, I can kill, whomever I want, and you will not give a single care" he muttered, leaning in close.

She grinned, "You're right, you could kill my uncle and his pet horse and I wouldn't give the slightest hoot" she told him, leaning even closer. "So why don't we?" he asked her, smirking "Why don't we just give it a go?" he asked her, entirely serious, yet still keeping his joking attitude. "I'm not stopping you" she said, shrugging a little.

Klaus then smirked wider, pulling her to him and kissing her passionately. The stumbled home, kissing at random intervals and they slowly made their way to his bedroom.

Their clothes were off quickly and then were on the bed, each growling excitedly. Klaus pushed into her and she let out a moan, a soft and slow moan which didn't match the previous passion that they'd been embracing. Klaus slowed his movements, pushing into her slowly, but making sure to get his entire length inside her. Her moans and his moans became one and they shared a night of passion that neither of them were expecting, but neither of them could forget.


Present day

Elizabeth stared at Charlotte, she had hated her the entire time she'd know her. While Klaus assured her that Charlotte would behave whenever they got together, or whenever they were forced to be together by Klaus. Elizabeth sighed as they hugged, still adjusting her dress a little and smoothing it out. Charlotte looked over at her and didn't say anything for a while "So good to see you Elizabeth" she said, trying - but failing - to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.

At least she didn't call her Liz as she usually did. Klaus looked between the girls, slightly nervous about Elizabeth's reaction, but he shouldn't have been, because Elizabeth smiled "You too Charlotte" she muttered. Klaus smiled a little "Would you care for a drink Charlotte?" he asked her, moving to pour three bourbons, one for himself, one for her and one for Elizabeth.

Elizabeth remained standing by the fire place, watching them. Even when he held her glass up for her she just stood there, not wanting to move to take it. He sighed and placed it on the table beside him, and beginning to talk to Charlotte. Elizabeth began wandering slowly, until she found herself in the room with Klaus's family. All in their coffins. She moved to stand in between Elijah's coffin and Kol's coffin, looking from one to the other curiously. She could always remove the daggers, Klaus would only be mad at her for a little while. And Elijah hated Charlotte as much as she did.

Elizabeth lifted the lid of Elijah's coffin, feeling a stab of guilt as she realised that she could have prevented his death. She was only in the next room, sleeping. Her hand moved to the dagger and she was about to pull it out when Klaus came in and pinned her to the wall. "What are you doing?" he whispered, his entire body pressing into hers.

She looked at him "Get off me" she muttered, pushing him back a little, but he just pressed himself further into her. She frowned as she felt his hard length on her thigh and he leaned in to kiss her neck gently "I've sent Charlotte on a little errand" he muttered against her neck, his hands lifting the hem of her dress up so her bare hips were facing him and she realised he'd already taken his pants off, or at least undone them as his hard flesh was pressing into her

. She growled a little but he misinterpreted this as something sexy. "Why don't we finish what we started love?" he asked her, reaching between her thighs to try and separate her legs. She growled again and pushing him away harshly, pulling her dress down "No!" she yelled at him, speeding over and yanking the dagger out of Elijah's chest.

Klaus stared at her for a long time before yanking the dagger from her hand and stabbing it into her stomach and then pulling it out again and dipping it in the white oak and back into Elijah's heart. Elizabeth fell to the ground, wheezing and crying in pain. She rolled onto her back and Klaus looked down at her, putting his foot on her arm and stomping down, breaking it harshly.

"Don't you ever do that again! Not without my permission" he said loudly, having to speak over her screams of pain as she cowered on the ground below him. Klaus swore at her angrily, closing the lid of Elijah's coffin and picking her up, intending on carrying her to the couch, however, she didn't want to touch him at that time and she rolled out of his arms, landing on her arm and crying a little more, just staying on the ground.

"Well fine… stay down there" he muttered, stepping over her and into the other room. Elizabeth soon healed, but remained on the ground. She was entirely pissed off at Klaus, and would pay him back somehow. She always did.


Charlotte walked up to the Salvatore boarding house, not intending on knocking at all before she heard a familiar voice mutter her name. "Charlotte?" he muttered, causing her to turn around and smile at him, a dazzling smile. "Hello Stefan" she said, moving forward to give him a hug, but he held his arms up making her pout. Until she saw her. The doppelgänger.

Charlotte's eyes widened as she took her in "Katerina?" she muttered, taking a step away from Stefan and just looking at the doppelgänger with wide eyes. The girl quickly shook her head "I'm Elena" she told her, making Charlotte gasp. "You're meant to be dead… how are you alive?" she asked, genuinely curious as she studied Elena's face. She gave a small smile "it's a long story… how do you two know each other?" she asked Stefan, looking at him now.

Funny, that's what I want to know about them thought Charlotte, smiling at Elena and Stefan as she looped her hand in his, finally realising why Klaus sent her in the first place, to see what had become of the doppelgänger. Charlotte smiled and answered for him "We were friends in the 20's. We partied together in Chicago" she told Elena, taking a step towards Stefan and punching his arm lightly "this guy, knows how to party" she told Elena, smiling the entire time.

Elena gave a small laugh and Charlotte was able to smell her blood, distinctly human. Which only made her smile even more, even while Stefan asked her why she was here. "Well… I heard you were here, and I thought 'hey, I haven't seen Stefan in a few years', so here I am" she replied, being completely dishonest as they walked through the front door of the Salvatore boarding house.

Charlotte heard Damon before she saw him, and she had him pinned to the wall before he even knew she had heard him. Damon smirked when he saw her "Little Lottie" he muttered, causing Charlotte to smirks herself "Darling Damon" she replied before he lifted her up into a hug, spinning her around.

Elena seemed quite surprised by this reaction, she obviously hadn't been anticipating Damon and Stefan to have a common friend. Truth was, Charlotte liked Damon a lot more than she liked Stefan… well, non-ripper Stefan anyway. So they began to discuss just how Elena survived the ritual, how she'd taken the life of her uncle John and then Stefan and Damon told them what had become of Katerina Petrova.

"He used her in the sacrifice as the vampire" Damon muttered, looking at Charlotte the entire time. "We were not expecting it at all… she'd been with Elijah you see, like… with him" Stefan said, frowning slightly and looking at his hands "We thought Klaus would spare her because of his brother". Charlotte shook her head "Niklaus doesn't spare anyone" she muttered quietly, causing them both to give her a surprised look. "You knew him?" Elena asked her, looking at her as if she was all of a sudden wary of the ancient vampire before her.

Charlotte nodded slightly "I'm 1000 years old, I knew them all" she said, technically not lying. So she explained how she'd known him, about how they'd been friends, then she told them that they turned against each other 100 years after she'd turned and she'd left to be alone. Stefan couldn't remember his time with Klaus, he just thought he spent his time in Chicago with Charlotte, being a ripper. Little did he know just how close with Klaus he really was.


I really hope you liked it. :) I worked on this when our internet was broken and I had nothing to do, so it sort of just... accumulated in my mind.

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