A/N: A new Klaroline fic! I don't think it'll be a huge fic though, maybe a couple of chapters that's all. (I didn't give up on hazy, I'll upload a new chapter soon, I just had this thought all over my mind and I had to write it :p)

Inspiration: I was reading an interview with Joseph Morgan a few days ago and he said one of his most favorite songs was "My manic and I" by Laura Marling, so naturally I listened to it :p, it was AMAZING! Seriously! You NEED to listen to it! This fic is inspired by it! :D

Enjoy! ;)

My Manic and I

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He wants to die in a lake in Geneva

The mountains can cover the shape of his nose

He wants to die where nobody can see him

But the beauty of his death will carry on so

I don't believe him

Morning was mocking me

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We arrived late in the afternoon to the hotel. Klaus left me at the lobby saying he had things to take care of and will be back shortly, so I got to our room alone. The view the room had was spectacular as Klaus' rooms always seemed to do, it viewed the Lake Geneva with its blue water perfectly; I couldn't take my eyes off the view so I decided to have a drink there before getting ready to escort Klaus to his party that night.

I stood there as I lent at the cold handrail of the balcony thinking of everything; I didn't know why being alone with such beauty always seem to have that effect; to make you think of your choices, it's like the solitude gives you the opportunity to think clearly without the noise of others distracting you, or maybe that was just me, in any way I didn't care, so that what's what I ended up doing; I thought of all the decisions I had to make on the course of the last five years of my life and how it all led to me being the mistress of one of the strongest decision makers in the world; Niklaus Mikealson.

I sighed as I took a sip of my drink watching the sun descending to meet the blue water. It's been a while since I last thought of or tried to make sense of everything that my life turned out to be at the moment.

I was almost seventeen when I first met the mysterious Niklaus Mikaelson in a dinner party at my grandfather's estate. How much has it passed since then? It took me a second to add the numbers; precisely eight years since. It felt much longer to me, only eight years since Klaus entered my life and it was never the same ever since.

Back then, I don't think I even had the slightest idea how much the existence of this certain gentleman that asked to dance with me and complemented my dancing skills would change my life so dramatically.

My father was a politician, so had been every member of the Forbes family till it led to me and my brother. Our country had two presidents from our family, so we were fed political views even before we could talk. I remembered all the hours my brother and I had to stay with our tutors as we were taught about everything to become a successful politician or, to put it in a better way, a Forbes politician. My brother always knew he would follow our father's footsteps and I always knew I wouldn't. I let a little chuckle escape me as I remembered my answer whenever someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up; I'd always say I will discover the world. That answer would always get a laugh from both my father and grandfather, I didn't understand it back then; I always thought they were proud of me, I had no idea they laughed because my destiny was already planed.

It was true though, I did always want to discover the world; I always dreamt of what was after the horizon. I sighed as my childhood daydreams came back to me. But as they say; be careful what you wish for, I did make my dreams a reality but not in the way I wanted.

I didn't meet Klaus again till my nineteenth birthday; it was only two weeks before the most dreadful civil war started in my country. I didn't even remember him, but he gently reminded me of dancing with him at my grandfather's party and we danced all night. I had no idea what draw me to this mysterious stranger that I didn't know anything about except for his name. He was mysterious, educated and a gentleman and that seemed enough for nineteen year-old me.

I smiled as the memories of that night came back to me; I was so happy of all the attention I got from every gentleman in the room. I was young and I thought being the girl with the most dancing invitations in a party meant being successful in everything else. I had only been back from the boarding school I was sent to when I was thirteen thinking that my life has just begun.

The thing I didn't count for was the scene I witnessed right before the party was over; I had just said my goodbyes to a few of my school friends when I heard Klaus' laugh coming form the inner corridor that led to my father's office. I went there running thinking that he must've followed me for I told him I'd dance with him once I see off my friends.

When I got to where I suspected the laugh came from, I was about to turn when I saw my father standing with Klaus. My father was angry; I could feel it in the way he stood and Klaus, on the other hand, had the most mocking expression on his face; I wondered what was angering my father and amusing Klaus so much.

"You won't be coming to my house telling me what do!" My father was half shouting.

Klaus let another laugh, "your Excellency, please, pardon me, I had no intention in giving you that impression," Klaus tune showed that he absolutely had the opposite intension of what he just said. "The only thing I'm implying is that maybe you need to have a change of mind, especially that that is what going to be the theme of the upcoming events…"

I couldn't see my father's face, but I didn't need that to know what his expression would be like; I wondered what Klaus thought of himself or who he really was to be talking to my father in that way. "All I know, sir, is that you are no longer welcomed in my house. I'd appreciate it if you could let yourself out." My father answered sharply.

Klaus smirked, "of course, your Excellency."

I froze for a moment thinking of what Klaus meant by the change he mentioned, so when Klaus turned headed to the door to leave, I was directly facing him. We almost bumped into each other.

Klaus stared at me for a second in surprise but then his expression quickly turned to a smirk. "Miss Forbes," he said.

"Mr. Mikaelson, I'm sorry, I hadn't seen you coming…" I was about to make up an excuse for being there but he interrupted me: "it's alright, love. I was just having a small talk with your father…"

"Oh," I didn't know what else to say, I wondered what he'd tell me if I asked of what they were talking. Instead I just asked: "you're leaving?"

Klaus smiled, "I am; I'm afraid I'm no longer welcomed in your house,"

I was about to say something but he took my hand suddenly and raised it to his mouth, his lips barely touched my skin, I felt blood rushing to my face, "it was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Forbes" he smiled, "I do though wish it was under different circumstances."

I remembered his words very clearly form that night, I almost let a laugh at the way my teenager self thought of the situation. He left me afterwards standing speechless on the front steps of our house, his last words for me were; "till we meet again," and he waved his hand as he took his car and drove away with me just standing there thinking of what just happened.

The party went on as usual after that. I tried not to think of Klaus and his mysterious words but with no use, I was even going to ask my father about it, but I didn't have to wait long to know what was going on or of what was the 'upcoming events'. It was only five days later that I had to meet reality for the first time. I learned everything about the world I was born to play a role in; my father brought me and my brother and told us everything about the upcoming war that our family was going to play a role in.

As we were told; the country has been on the verge of a civil war for a few years, my father told us that everyone was praying that things would never get to the actual fact of the country dividing, but as he said, one thing led to the other and now we had to pick sides. Actually, as it turned, it wasn't up to neither to my brother nor me to pick anything, it was already chosen for us, and our grandfather had already planed everything for us to leave to join him in one of his estates.

Even then, I remembered, and with everything we were told, I don't think any of us was even remotely ready to what a war actually meant. My brother and I were sent to our grandfather's estate while our parents remained; my father decided to stay to look a few things over and my mother said she'd stay with him and will follow us soon. I remember when we said goodbye to each other casually before the car drove away. I didn't see our house or my father again.

The war broke exactly two days after we arrived at my grandfather's, we were away and the news always came to us with my grandfather's men. I remembered how I used to sneak from my bed each night to my grandfather's office trying to get the information that I can to know what was really going on.

I'm not going to lie and say I thought of Klaus while I was there, because I didn't, I did though go back many times to the talk I heard the night I last saw him. I kept trying to figure what Klaus had to do with all of this; who was he really? What was his role in this whole war? I couldn't come up with many answers though, till one night that I sneaked to my grandfather's office.

It was a cold December night, I know this because I remember the Christmas decorations that hung everywhere around the house. I sneaked and got to my grandfather's office quietly. Luckily; the door was left slightly open, so I had no trouble hearing perfectly what was being said. Two were in the room; my grandfather and another man I didn't recognize.

"Sir, we can't tolerate this any longer," the man was almost pleading as he spoke to my grandfather. "We need to-"

The man was interrupted by the calm voice of my grandfather, "when was the last news we got form them?"

The man answered: "Ummm… it was before the forces of the alliance got to the north boarders."

My grandfather was silent for a minute.

"Sir, there was something else," the man suddenly added.

"Yes?"

"We think we managed to know the name of the politicians that had a hand in pushing the decision in the council,"

My grandfather didn't say anything for a second, eventually he said, "Yes?"

"Our men managed to link it to the Mikaelsons family; we believe it's one of Mikael Mikaelson sons, his name is Niklaus." I listened closer at the mention of Klaus.

"Are you positive of this?" my grandfather asked.

"Yes, your Excellency."

The conversation didn't go on any longer; my grandfather dismissed the man and I sneaked back to my room, though I didn't get much sleep anyway the whole night; my mind kept replaying Klaus' words that night a few weeks earlier. Was Klaus really behind all of this? Was he threatening my father that night? Is that why my father was so angry?

I woke up the next morning with a terrible headache; I asked to be excused from breakfast and stayed the morning in my room. By noon, my brother came rushing into my room all in black; my father was dead, killed by an assassin that morning. I was later to know that he didn't even make it to the hospital, he died in the ambulance. My mother was going to join us a few days later right after things were settled back at our house.

I didn't even have time to morn my father; later in that day I was sent for by my grandfather. He told me what I was to be sent to marry an old friend of his living abroad. He said that that man will protect me when the time is right. I was to prepare myself to leave the next morning to meet my husband. I had no idea what to say; and there wasn't much to anyway, the way he said it showed it was already determined and I was just to be informed.

I left to my room in shock, I wanted my mother so bad, I wanted to ask her if that was true, if I was really to be sent away, but I was alone. So I sat in my room thinking of my options; I could do what my grandfather said or I can run away. But where was I going to run? I had no one apart from my family and not even the slightest experience in living in the real world. My relationship with my father was never that strong, but I knew if he was alive he would've never done this to me, so I knew this was my grandfather's doing alone.

I spent the rest of the day in my room, as I was told that my mother would be there to escort me to the airport the next day, meaning she knew of my grandfather's plans. I was absolutely shocked that my own mother would let this happen to me but I knew I had to be strong; I was a Forbes and I wasn't going to break.

I was in absolute shock during everything that followed, I felt that everything I ever wanted in life have been taken away from me, I was to be sent away to be with a man I have never met. I don't even know how time passed till I was there. I just know that thing I really remembered next was when they got us. I remember being on my grandfather's private plane (with everything that was happening in the country, it wasn't safe to use public transport) and then the pilot saying that we needed to land urgently.

I had no idea what was going on and there was no time for questions, the plane landed and armed men got me out of it. They shot the couple of bodyguards that were escorting me and said that the government has fallen in the hands of the rebels, I didn't make sense of what rebels they were talking about back then, I just knew that the war has ended and that the people my family took 'side' with have lost it.

I was taken into a black SUV, the glass was completely shaded so I had no idea what country I was in let alone where they were taking me. The van kept on driving for what felt like forever until the door was finally opened and I was escorted out into a building and then into an apartment. I had no idea why I was being treated that way; no one talked to me but they all treated me as if I was a guest, I was given anything I requested but no one answered any of my questions.

I stayed there for two days; the news of the outside world were completely cut off from me. I wondered if I was a prisoner, but why would a prisoner be treated this way? I was getting crazy with questions till at the end of the second day a maid told me someone was there for me.

I got out of the huge bedroom I spent most of the two days in and headed to the living room where the maid said my visitor was, hoping I'd finally have an explanation for all of what was going on. I walked into the living room to find a man standing staring out the window on the far end of the room, his back was to me. It was a rainy day and the raindrops were hitting the window hard; I wondered what captivated his attention so much out the window that he was so taken and not hear me enter. I cleared my voice so that he was acknowledged someone was in the room.

The man seemed to finally realize I was in the room as he turned to face me, hand in one pocket. I recognized him immediately; it was none other than the stranger who charmed me in my birthday party; Niklaus Mikaelson.

Surprise tied my tongue for a second and he stood there staring at me with small smile on his face. He was wearing a simple Henley with a leather jacket and looked as handsome and mysterious as ever.

"What are you doing here?" I finally asked when he didn't say anything.

"Good to see you too, Miss Forbes." He said taking a seat across the fireplace which I stood beside. "I hope your staying here was comfortable,"

"It was you?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest, "You were the one that brought me here?" I didn't know why I suddenly felt relieved that it was him behind that and no one else.

Klaus only smiled in response.

"Why?" I simply asked.

"Your government has fallen, you were going to be killed if I didn't bring you here," he answered calmly.

"I don't understand," I said and I really didn't, I had no idea what he was doing or why he was doing it. But Klaus told me, he told me everything that happened in the previous couple of days. He told me that it was true, the war has finally ended and that my brother and grandfather have been arrested and my mother was forced to flee the country.

Klaus also told me that I was in an apartment he owned far from the 'new' government eyes and that as long as I was with him I would be safe, that he'll protect me. Needless to say, I demanded to know why he saved me in the first place, why was my safety so important to him. I didn't get a clear answer from him, as I still don't whenever I ask him now, he would just say he just wanted to help me. He also said that he'll provide me anything I wanted, that he will be responsible for me. I didn't particularly like the idea of being in such need for someone; especially someone that was supposedly behind the 'decision' that pushed the country into war and was possibly threatening my father. But I also knew I had no choice but to do so; I was very much completely alone now, and even if I managed to somehow flee from Klaus, how was I going to survive in the real world anyway? So I stayed with him and accepted his protection.

To be fair to Klaus, he had never made me do anything I didn't want or wasn't comfortable with; even his visits in the days that followed were only to check on me, he'd always come and ask me how I was and if I needed anything and would just leave. But with everything that happened, we ended up spending a lot of time together and one thing let to the other. Eventually I found myself getting more in love with him. I guess I should have seen it coming and, till this second, I don't know if I really regret my feelings for him or not.

Anyway, with time I learned so many things about the man I was really falling for. I finally got my questions form that late December night answered, and I learned that it was Klaus who really had the hand in destroying my family and my country. Klaus was a politician but not the kind my father was. I admit that my father wasn't exactly the most honorable man but he also never participated in something that would put a whole country at war for his own gain, and that was exactly what Klaus has done. Strangely, that didn't change my feelings for him; I was completely in love with him that I didn't even care. But Klaus' secrets didn't end here, I found out right after our relationship started that he was married, I learned that her name was Elena, and, for the first time, I started doubting my decision in being with Klaus.

Klaus used to visit me every now and then, but not on a regular base because of his constant traveling and busy schedule. When he finally came to see me, I confronted him with what I knew, and astonishingly, he didn't even seem guilty about it, yet another thing I had to learn about Klaus, he told me that he was forced to keep that marriage and that she –his wife- meant nothing to him, he said that he was only staying with her because it was a political marriage than anything else. I don't know why I believed him then, was it because I wanted to or was it me being naïve enough to believe a man made a living out of lying, I didn't know. Anyhow, I did and my relationship with Klaus continued.

After a few months, Klaus started to ask me to escort him whenever he traveled or had to go to a conference somewhere, and our relationship started to be more in the public than before. I had not –and still didn't- met his wife, I didn't even know what she looked like, and I preferred it to stay that way; I tried to do not imagine anything about her or about how my being with Klaus made her feel.

I've been with Klaus for five years now and nothing had changed, I went with him to balls, conferences, dinner parties and pretty much everywhere he asked me. He did give me everything I requested, he was great with me. Yet, as it seems and with everything Klaus has done for me, I still don't know how I feel about us, or how I should feel about us. Maybe it's because I'm not a nineteen year-old girl who knew nothing of the world except what she was told anymore, and I guess it was partially because of Klaus himself, with him, I got to turn all of my dreams to turn into reality, I traveled the world, I met people, and learned about them that I am now mature enough to handle myself.

I know that Klaus wouldn't force me to be with him if I didn't want to, or at least, I think he wouldn't, Klaus would never hurt me, but he also would never actually tell me how he felt; love was something Klaus did not said, and sometimes I can actually feel like I'm nothing to him but an accessory to take whenever he needed to, and then when I'm with him, I feel like I'm the only woman in the world, and that he truly loves me. I often wonder if he had other women waiting for him in other countries and apartments. Women he showed the world too and brought them things they wanted. Those thoughts would always haunt me whenever he leaves, but then he returns and I'm completely drowned by him again.

I stared into the blue water of the Lake Geneva as the last rays of the setting sun reflected on it; all the colors looked so magnificent with the sparkling of the water. That seemed to remind me of how much time has passed with me standing there. I had completely forgotten about getting ready for the party that night!

I walked fast into the room and started preparing myself wondering what took Klaus too long to return.

…

And I don't believe him,

Morning is mocking me.

And the gods that he believes

Never fail to amaze me.

A/N: Please, don't forget to leave a review! I'd really really really love to know what you think!
Next chapter will be posted tomorrow! Stay tuned! ;)