A/N This is just a Klaroline drabble that came to mind. I don't know if i want to turn it into a full story yet, i guess it depends on the response. This was just an idea i had to get out of my head and i hope you like it.
I promise to update on my other stories like i said, but for now enjoy..
Klaus walked into his New Orleans mansion after some late night hunting, the streets of New Orleans were as packed as ever for the Mardi Grass celebration making it easy for him to choose dinner. It's been almost a century since his family finally took their rightful place back home. Marcel put up a fight but once Klaus penetrated his defenses it was easy enough for the Hybrid to rip out the heart of a man he once thought of as his son.
"You're home early, did you have a good hunt father," Klaus smirked at the sound of his daughter's voice.
"Yes well it's not much of a challenge when your prey is willing," he said walking into the foyer of the Mikaelson mansion. "How was your night Arden, uneventful I hope?' Klaus commented as he took a seat in the chair across his daughter.
She put down the book she was reading in front of the fire place looking up at her father with the same blue eyes as her dark brown hair fell to her shoulders with the orange light reflecting off her milky skin, "It depends on what you call eventful because the only thing I did tonight was ward off some horny drunk tourist as I popped into the local pub for a drink."
Klaus chuckled, "I assume you handled it gracefully."
Arden smirked the same way her father did when something sinister came into play, "well for most of them it ended with a bruise as for the one who followed me into the ally under the impression I was some defenseless girl, let's just say his blood wasn't wasted."
Klaus smiled proudly of his daughter, he remembers the day she was born forever changed his life, but as for the girl's mother she didn't survive to see her daughter, which if Klaus was being honest didn't faze him much. Arden was born a hybrid, her body developed until she turned 18 and since then she never aged. She possessed all the powers Klaus did but she was born that way never turned.
Klaus stood up walking up to his daughter giving her a kiss on the head, "Well done sweetheart, good night."
"Night," she smiled as Klaus walked away heading for his bedroom. Arden loved her father but she couldn't help but feel something was missing form his life, she never knew her mother and her aunt Rebekah filled in as best she could but an actual mother wasn't something she had.
Her father taught her to embrace being a hybrid, never to shy away from the power she willed, she never did she loved it and was proud of who she was. She is a Mikaelson, the daughter of Niklaus Mikaelson the original hybrid and niece to members of the Original family. She sat in her chair smiling because she loved her family, Elijah was her philosopher making sure she kept balanced and Rebekah was along the lines of a best friend but aunt.
Still even with this family she couldn't fight the feeling that her father was missing someone in his life, and she often thought it was just her mother, but she later found out that she was a miracle but the relationship her father had with her mother was nonexistent, which is why never mourned her passing.
She wasn't a naive girl she knew her father had his share of women but those were just bed mates, there was no one women in his life that made an impression, expect her and Rebekah. When she turned 18 and her body stopped growing her father moved them to London for 40 years, saying that she was of English decent and it was time she absorbed English culture. It was the best 40 years of her young hybrid life so far. They finally returned to New Orleans a little over 20 years ago.
Arden did recall a time in her life when she was looking through her father's sketch book to see the drawing of a beautiful woman with curly blonde hair and radiant blue yes. When she addressed her father about this woman he only told her it was lifetime ago before reminding her that it's not proper to meddle through his things. Since then she never did but that women stood in her mind, she even sketched up a picture of her from memory. She would glance upon her father's sketches now and then when he worked at the table or in the living room, and he would sketch that same women once in a great while. She sighed placing her book on the stand next to her chair before heading up to her room, calling it a night.
Klaus was sitting at the dining room table sketching with some tea when Arden walked in, her hair slightly messy and still in her pajamas with her robe tied loosely. He looked up at her smiling, "I hope that you're not planning on wearing that to your aunt Rebekah's business expansion celebration."
"Bollocks," she said, causing her father to chuckle, "I completely forgot that was today," she groaned sitting beside Klaus pouring herself some tea, "why is she expanding she already owns almost every shop on Bourbon Street."
Klaus chuckled putting his pencil down picking up his tea, "yes well knowing your aunt she likes to keep herself tied to human things, and these shops are her prize position as what she calls a normal life," Klaus rolled his eyes taking a drink."
"I don't even think normal is a word in New Orleans," Arden smiled sipping her tea looking down at her father's sketch to see a drawing of the same women. This is the first time she's seen him draw her in at least three decades.
Klaus nodded, "yes well that's your aunt clinging to silly things, but none the less I don't think she'd appreciate her niece showing up looking like a bum."
"Hey!" she yelled glaring at her father before standing up, "I'll be ready in an hour."
"You have 20 minutes," Klaus stated picking back up his pencil.
"Seriously I can't make 'all this' look fabulous in 20 minutes," she motioned over her body walking out toward the stair case.
Klaus chuckled, "not my problem I suggest you hurry you're losing time," he looked up at her smirking tapping his watch.
Arden scuffed flashing up to her bedroom.
Klaus sighed lightly looking down at his sketch book; he doesn't know why her face has been invading his dreams lately. It's nearly been a century since he's last seen her. The last he heard of Caroline's whereabouts was when he was in London with Arden. He heard she was exploring the world, first Rome then Tokyo, the last he recalled was Paris. He couldn't contain the smirk remembering his offer to show her those places himself. He closed his sketchbook leaned back in chair to finish his tea recalling their last encounter.
Caroline walked up to her dorm room after a night out with Jesse. She wasn't open to the idea of him until Tyler called her one night saying he met someone else. Hurt and angry Jesse happened to be there when she was wondering the campus looking for something to numb the pain.
"Thanks for tonight it was fun," Caroline smiled as they waited by the door.
"Not a problem," he smiled, "I hope we can do it again."
Caroline smiled, "will see."
Jesse nodded, "well good night Caroline," he leaned in to kiss her but Caroline turned her head and he kissed her cheek.
"Night," she smiled opening her door walking in to her dark room. Elena was hardly in the room anymore so Caroline got used to being there alone.
"Evening sweetheart," she heard causing her to jump slightly.
"Jesus Klaus you scared me," she breathed holding her chest, "what are you doing here?"
Klaus stepped stood up from her chair smiling, "well as I recalled I owe you a dorm warming present," he smirked stepping aside to show the mini fridge with a bow on it, he moved to open it stocked with blood bags, type O negative her favorite.
Caroline walked up to him smiling, "thanks. But my room already has a fridge," she smirked.
Klaus chuckled, "yes full of your typical college food, but no blood I noticed," he smirked getting closer to her. "So who's this Jesse fellow, what happen to Lockwood."
Caroline rolled her eyes crossing her arms, "Tyler is out in the woods shacked up with some were bitch, and Jesse is none of your business."
Klaus lifted his eyebrows intrigued, "So the first instinct after I allowed him to return is to hurt you, things are not looking good for the Lockwood boy."
"Yes well he's a jerk," she said annoyed, "if you don't mind I'd like to go to bed I have class in the morning."
Klaus chuckled as she brushed past him, his hand went up to catch her wrist pulling back into him as her body hit his chest.
"Let go of me," she growled.
Klaus smiled, "Let me just say this sweetheart, that human will not meet your needs. No matter how much you deny it you enjoy being a vampire, and those vampire needs are something that boy will never meet."
Caroline scuffed, "you don't know that."
He chuckled, "I know you better then you'd like to admit Caroline, and like I said the night you graduated," he got closer to her ear, "I intend on being your last love," he whispered before letting her go.
Caroline opened her eyes to see that Klaus was gone and he left butterflies in her stomach.
"Dad," Arden said louder snapping Klaus out of his thoughts.
"Hmmm what?" he replied sitting up right as his feet hit the floor.
"I said I'm ready," she looked at him confused.
"Of course," he looked down at his watch, "and in record time."
Arden rolled her eyes as Klaus stood up walking toward the door.
"You're drawing her again," Arden commented as they walked out of the house, "who is she?"
Klaus paused slightly as they walked down the steps knowing what his daughter was asking, "Arden my dear how many times have I told you this is none of your concern. Do I need to remind you," he said giving her a stern look.
"Well I wouldn't be asking if my father didn't draw this mysterious woman every few decades," Arden said annoyed, "why won't you just tell me who she is."
"Because that is none of your business," he shouted, "it was a lifetime ago so leave it there and things have changed."
"Ugh you can be a stubborn ass sometimes," Arden said annoyed as she got into the BMW.
Klaus sighed his hand pinching the bridge of his nose before getting in the car. He remembers when Arden first found his drawing of Caroline she thought it was her mother and Klaus had to explain it wasn't and she was just a woman he saw many years ago that was beautiful enough to draw.
Klaus started the car and quickly drove out the Mikaelson complex as his daughter sat in the passenger seat with her arms crossed staring out the window. Klaus looked at her and saw the scowl on her face as he turned near Bourbon Street, "are you going to have this attitude all day?"
Arden rolled her eyes as she stared out the window.
"Of course the silent treatment, I don't know why I let your aunt Rebekah around you, clearly she's rubbed off on you," Klaus said as he turned his attention back to the road.
Arden scuffed, "I am nothing like Rebekah."
Klaus chuckled, "you're right," he glanced at her, "you're like me," he smiled as his daughter who couldn't help but smile in return.
She quickly masked her smile to hide it from her father, "don't remind me."
Klaus chuckled as he pulled in to a space on the street. They got out of the car and walked up the block to a new pub Rebekah opened in the center of Bourbon Street, she now owns an herb shop, clothing; barber, two restaurants and this will be her second pub. Klaus admired his sister's passion for development after they finally settled back in New Orleans when Marcel was out of the picture.
Arden heels clacked against the sidewalk as they walked up to her aunt's new pub, she smiled walking in to see it was still being set up. It was afternoon and they were prepping for a party that started at that evening.
"Seriously! Do none of you have a brain!" Rebekah yelled coming down the steps from the top portion of her bar. "The champagne needs to be on ice the entire night so that means keep the ice stock full."
"Why don't they just chip some off your heart," Arden chuckled as she walked across the wooden floor. Klaus smirked at his daughter's sharp tongue as she walked behind him.
Rebekah smiled as she walked toward her niece, "Why don't you ask your father I'm sure he has more than enough to go around or wait that would indicate he actually has a heart," she sneered at Klaus as she brushed past him to hug her niece giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Klaus rolled his eyes, "yes well it's that cold heart that has kept us alive for century's sister."
"Of course because the family only needed the protection of the original hybrid," Rebekah rolled her eyes as she looped her arm in Arden's, "now if you don't mind I am stealing my dear niece god only knows what you've been filling her head with."
Arden chuckled, "now now calm down children," she walked up to father kissing him on the cheek, "I'll see you later."
Klaus nodded, "Rebekah need I remind you what will happen if anything happens to my daughter."
"Yes yes death, dagger all the usually suspects," Rebekah rolled her eyes. "Nik even after a century of fatherhood it hasn't loosened your reigns on Arden."
Klaus flashed up to Rebekah, "Don't think I would hesitate for a second sister."
"Dad!" Arden raised her voice, "will be fine."
Klaus looked at his daughter, "very well I have other business to attend to, I'll be back for your opening tonight," he smiled at them walking out the door headed to do his rounds.
"Nik's usual charm," Rebekah scuffed turning to Arden smiling, "you ready?"
"You have no idea," Arden smirked as they walked up the stairs to the second floor as they walked into Rebekah's office. Her smiled brighten as she flashed up to Erik kissing him.
Rebekah smiled as she turned around closing the door behind her.
Klaus walked backed into Rebekah's bar, bodies were filling it wall to wall as the DJ played up stairs looking down on the crowd. Klaus still didn't understand people's fascination with dance music. He thought nothing could overcome the sound of people playing actual instruments.
Klaus walked up to the bar and his face fell when he saw his daughter in a tight black cocktail dress mixing drinks with several guys crowding her. He started shoving people out of the way making his way toward her as he pushed those men compelling each of them to leave the bar and never return.
"Really!" Arden said annoyed as she held a vodka bottle in one hand motioning to her clients in the other, "they we're giving good tips."
Klaus rolled his eyes as he took his jacket off throwing at it her, "I am crediting it to the fact that you look like a trollop."
Arden scuffed annoyed throwing her father's jacket back at him, "Well thank you it's nice to know your father cares."
"Don't toy with me Arden, what the hell are you doing?" Klaus growled sliding his jacket back on.
"She's working," Rebekah walked up beside her, "she wanted to test out the bartending skills she learned in London so who better to run my bar," she smiled putting her arm around her shoulder as Arden smirked at Klaus.
Klaus eyes narrowed at his sister, "I'm glad you find this amusing."
"I'm not doing anything wrong," Arden defended, "We've been back in New Orleans for over two decades and I have been a good daughter, now it's time you let me actually do something I want to or I swear on my life I will disappear!"
Klaus' hands broken into the bar counter as he clenched his fists, "you think you'd be able to go somewhere I can't find you."
"Nik!" Rebekah shouted, "Don't go there she's your daughter, and don't threaten her."
"Or what Rebekah," Klaus' eyes narrowed at her, "maybe I should just show her what I would do to find her." he flashed to the end of the bar and back within a second holding the throat of Erik. "You think I don't know this is the werewolf you've been hiding your affections for."
"Dad!" Arden shouted her eyes pleading "Don't please."
Klaus looked at his daughter as tears threaten to come out the side of her eyes. He growled releasing his grip on the wolf and shoving him aside before turning to walk out of the bar.
"Dad wait," Arden called as she rushed to get out of the bar.
Klaus shoved open the bar door hearing a female voice yelp.
"Ahh what the hell," she said as the door hit her.
"Are you ok," another male voice said.
Klaus turned and felt like he was hit in the stomach.
Arden came busting out behind him, "Dad—" she cut short as the blond hair and blue eyes she saw over half a century ago stood in front of her and her father, "it's you," she said lightly.
Klaus looked at his daughter and the one woman he hasn't seen in almost a century, "Caroline."
She stood there her in shock, "Klaus."
A/N Well what did you think. Is it something you'd like to see more of.
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