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This is a new story I've started and yes it is beginning at Christmas but I do have a reason (constantly thinking about Christmas)

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It had been a really crappy year.

Seriously crappy and klaus believed he deserved a holiday where people didn't end up dying... well because of him at least. he basically locked himself in his room while his brother organised the Christmas party they were holding to show their belief in sticking together while the backstabbing wolves try to take over or whatever it was Elijah put on the invites.

His phone was in his hand and the small black object felt heavier than anything with the weight of what he wanted to do. finger poised over the call button but never actually hitting it, cowardly behaviour was not something he admitted to but here he was chickening out of calling her. "not like she'd answer" he muttered childishly. After three other attempts to win against himself he smashed his phone against the wall and walked out of his self made prison.

"Ahh so the king finally decides to stop pouting in his room like a child!" elijah's attempt at sarcasm vexes klaus in even the calmest circumstances and right now, when he's at war with himself-as well as the pretenders trying to take his throne- he almost destroys the banister that his hands are gripping.

"I do not pout elijah, i brood." he swept down the stairs and inspected the buffet being placed intricately around the large table at the centre of the room. Elijah looked at his brother sceptically before looking back around whilst his brother walked up to him.

"If you are going to stand around the least you can do is help get the champagne" oh that helped him, but instead of listening to the morality that is his brother, the hybrid pushed himself out of the room and in to the kitchen.

After about 8 hours the place was packed and klaus was in his room getting dressed. Surely he should make a grand entrance even if he didn't really care about the party, just wanting the year over with, and with it the people who have gone against him.

He had put on a black dress shirt and pants before leaving the room into the crowd of celebrating beings.

The loud music attacked his ears and put an uncomfortable look on his face, he hated that everyone seemed to enjoy the merry holiday whilst he lived in self pity and loathing through these times of year. He saw many of his enemies pass by but he went unnoticed to them, all probably drunk, he thought bitterly wishing he was the one in that state so he could forget his troubles for one night at least.

Down the stairs he finally reached the bar but was thwarted by his brother in the attempt to take his rightful glass and consume the fiery liquid it holds, he instead had to great the guests of the various supernatural factions, humans were the most drunk, werewolves the horniest, vampires and witches were on an overall high but still could manage a look of distain when seeing him and his brother.

By the time all the food was gone the alcohol quality had severely decreased to something he could hardly get the slightest buzz from but didn't want to risk opening his private collection and having a swarm steal that away too.

Soon enough it was past twelve but the party had yet to quieten and instead more bodies were entering than leaving. He had seen Camille earlier who was drunkenly flirting with three different men, he laughed at the thought of him ever liking her as so many believed. She may have some qualities but nothing compared the true queen of his town, the woman he had shaped the city in the image of only hoping she would see his good work.

He had even gone to the extreme of cutting down the number of people he killed, otherwise the human would have been dead months ago, as would Haley who was nowhere to be found. Upon asking Elijah he had understood that she had left the city and his brother to do as they pleased, oh if ever there was a moment when he missed his brothers constant infatuation for Katerina it was now, at least she understood how to be regal and wasn't an insufferable brat to the eldest Mikaelson.

Not that he would give the doppelgänger a compliment but hey it's Christmas and even he can be forgiving sometimes.

At this moment he had been peering over the stairwell at the army of drunken animals who he could easily kill right here right now. But before the murderous thoughts could fester and grow his phone buzzed. He fished it out of his pocket and found a text from an unknown number, hoping it was Rebekah he checked it and found a strange message inside.

Go outside to the balcony xx

This left him confused to say the least and after weighing out his options he left his brooding position and decided to follow the elusive orders.

Upon arrival he found the balcony quieter, of which he was thankful to the stranger, though this could be just to give them a clean chance to attack him. yet everything seemed normal and there were too many people on other balconies and on the streets bellow to go completely unnoticed if they wished to harm him.

Nothing was different, nothing moved or changed, everything was as it was supposed to be except for one champagne flute sitting on the edge of the balcony and shining in the moonlight. Attached to the neck of the glass was a note, tied to it with string, he turned the paper over to find swirly handwriting and a smell of vanilla and jasmine on the other side.

Saved you a glass Merry Christmas

C.F x

He couldn't believe it.

It's just not true.

He refused to believe it.

And yet the proof was all there, the champagne that reminded him of their time together, the way she signed her name without having to. He checked around the area even went back inside to ask people anyone if they had seen this girl, the guards seemed to only think him drunk, his brother had a look of worry and the rest disregarded him. he had gone back to the balcony to look around there, but to no success he caved in. He lifted the object up and without heaviness he murmured out "Merry Christmas, love." Then brought the offending article to his lips and relished in the taste of pure bliss.

This was their thing and she, Caroline, had only aided in securing the drink in his associations to her. He tried calling her but neither her phone number or the number she had texted him on had answered. It didn't really matter, all he needed was this for the time being. She understood he wanted to forget and she unlike any other was allowing him. he scoffed, as if he needs her permission, no he is the original hybrid and even if it was true he would deny it forever, eve in his own thoughts. Nowhere was safe for him to think of her, to let someone hurt her. If only he could look upon her beautiful face once more, to give him strength that he could do this, build this town for her, his queen.

Of course what he didn't see was a group of partying individuals on a few balconies over that had one girl who wasn't really apart of the party and instead stood still in the relative darkness watching the man at the Mikaelson mansion. In her right hand stood a champagne flute identical to his own and a mobile she had compelled by one of the party goers in her left.

She tucked a stray blonde curl behind her ears and walked away upon hearing the man utter the words meant for her but never for him to know they reached her.

"Merry Christmas, love."

With a satisfied smirk she walked away, back to the town where no one had realised she had even left or thought about checking to see if she was okay. Well until the next holiday that is, there's always New Years, maybe this time she can say hello.