He'd spent many night like this, his thumbs loosely sliding over her digits as he sat alone on his bed once more, the feeling of loneliness ebbing into his very being. New Orlean's was becoming more and more chaotic, and with the tension between Elijah and Hayley he could scarcely stand it. He had to speak with her, to listen to the voice that was the only thing that could bring a true smile to his lips, the one light in his life where he knew no darkness could truly surround her.
Of course, the spirited mood he'd dared himself to feel as he finally pressed down on her number, memorised into his mind for all of eternity quickly vanished at the sound of a males voice.
"Caroline Forbes phone, how can I help you mate?"
Immediately the original hybrid was tense, moving to stand suddenly in his increasingly infuriating room, far away from Mystic Falls. His first thoughts were of kidnap, but the way he spoke her name as if he knew her, so cheerfully, so...british. It was enough to set his teeth on edge.
"And who is this, mate?" he asked, a mocking tone to his voice as he demanded a name down the phone. Whoever it was certainly wasn't any of the Mystic Fall's men he knew, which immediately put him on edge.
On the other end of the line he heard the stranger he heard a loud buzzing noise, as if he'd gotten an answer wrong in a competition. "Sorry, that's confidential."
"Where is Caroline?" he half demanded half yelled, the temptation to crush his phone within his hands becoming overwhelming for a moment.
"In the shower." the voice sounded all too smug at the fact, and an animalistic snarl came from the hybrids lips before he could stop himself. "Hang on, she's just out. Hey gorgeous, where would you say we are right now?" He paused, breath hitching as the heavenly voice rang out on the other end of the phone, clearly no-where near the stranger. "I'd like to say the sleaziest motel in all of Atlanta."
"Here that? She's in Atlanta." he said with a slight laugh. Klaus froze, eyes narrowing. She was outside of Mystic Falls? And in a motel...with a man who shared a similar accent to him. A man who called her gorgeous.
"Enzo, is that my phone? I swear, you're asking for a death sentence if you don't stop answering my calls" Caroline's voice rang out in a complaining whine, and he growled as the phone cut dead.
It was decided. With no need to stay in New Orlean's, he was going to go and find this 'Enzo.' And Caroline was right, he certainly had a death sentence.
"Stop playing around Enzo, who was that?" Caroline demanded, huffing as she clutched at her wet towel, water droplets running down her back from her hair as she waited for a response. But he sat there, a stupid smirk on his annoying face as she strode over, holding her towel up with one hand so she could snatch up her phone. "I don't recognise the number..." she murmured, more to herself than the annoying presence in the room that wouldn't leave her alone.
"Didn't say a name. But he sounded like he had an accent. Replacing me so soon? I'm hurt gorgeous." he stared at her for a few moments, frowning as he noticed her face pale. "What? Did I piss off an ex boyfriend of yours?"
"Correction. You just pissed off Klaus Mikaelson." she said back, letting her body drop to the bed, making sure her body was still hidden as she stared down in shock at her phone. Why had he called? And more importantly...what would he do next?
"You mean...?"
"Yes, the Original hybrid." she snapped, suddenly on edge as she jumped to her feet. "Lets just get this over with. We have a doppelgänger to find."