A/N: A reminder that this was written after the events of season four of The Vampire Diaries and before any showings of The Originals. So this will not follow any storyline set following that timeframe. A giant thank you to CKhybrid for all your help on grammar and editing.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters as created by L.J. Smith and The CW
Approximately five months have passed since the Mikaelson gala. Magdalene has seen less of Klaus since then and imagines it has something to do with the blonde who is by his side more often than not. Prior to the party, the witch felt she had been doing well in gaining his trust. She had even thought he fancied her. Magdalene was no longer certain.
She was driving out of the city, to meet with the local witches there, to review current events. Magdalene was hoping to move onto the next phase of their plan.
After nearly an hour on the road, she pulls into the old farmhouse. When getting out of the car she takes a deep steadying breath before entering the building. Magdalene immediately sees that everyone has gathered and jumps right into the reason they are all there.
"I assume everyone has been brought up to date. We have recently lost some momentum, but I don't see why that has to stop things."
An older woman sipping a hot cup of tea looks over, "Honey, all of us here support you, and the cause. We know that we need to get the vampires to support the family returning. What do you need from us?"
Magdalene smiles, "Simple. We need leverage."
The older witch laughs, "And what is it that you had in mind, my dear?"
"I've been watching Klaus Mikaelson for months now. And the one thing he seems to care about, even more than his precious family, is that pretty blonde vampire he keeps with him."
"And how do you expect us to get to her? You know our magic is not as strong as it used to be." The other witch chides, "And he has Circe working with him. What is to stop her from interfering?"
"We are going to have to outsmart Circe and not give her any clues as to what we have planned. We are witches, keeping secrets is something we are good at." She lays down an old and dusty grimoire on the table, "we will curse the blonde and hold the cure as ransom."
—-
It was early October. Caroline woke up from her nap listening to the sounds of the street and could hear people heading to the bars already. It was like every day was a holiday in New Orleans. She stretched her arms out over her head and surveyed her surroundings. She was in his room, or rather, she supposed it was their room, as she had been staying there for the past five months. With dark grey sheets on the bed and dark walls, the room was covered in Old Master paintings. Caroline grinned and said aloud, "If we could just lighten it up a little. Maybe bring in some cool blue tones, and some art from this century..."
"Are you redecorating already, love?" Klaus walks into the bedroom and heads toward her, placing a soft kiss on her lips before handing her a tumbler filled with blood. "I thought you'd be awake hours ago."
She takes the glass and drinks the entire thing, "What can I say, a girl needs her beauty rest." She pulls the sheets back and walks to the washroom. She immediately walks over to the tub and starts filling it with warm water. "What are we planning this evening? Anything I should know about?"
He follows her into the washroom. "Nothing in particular, although I'd prefer we just stay here and not leave the room. I'm sure we could find something to occupy our time." While speaking he starts to pull down the strap of her slip. He then places a trail of kisses over the newly exposed skin.
She laughs, grabbing the bottom of the henley he is wearing and pulls it over his head. "We haven't left this room for months as it is. People are going to believe you have left the city."
He dips his head back to her neck and begins kissing along her collarbone. His teeth playfully tug at the charm necklace she always wears. "I don't care what everyone thinks."
She places her pointer finger under his chin and leads his face to look at hers, "Yes, you do. Now take me out. Show me off." She smiles, "I want to dance tonight!"
His face breaks out into a smile, "As you wish." His voice is husky, "But first you need to wash up." He pulls off her slip and tosses it to the floor.
She smiles and begins to unbutton his pants. "Then you should join me."
He looks at her hungrily, "As the lady commands." Klaus lifts Caroline in his arms and climbs into the water with her.
—-
A couple of hours later, Caroline and Klaus find themselves entering a club. It was one The Original knew well and frequented often. The place was alive with music and was packed with both humans and vampires.
Klaus nods to the bartender and heads toward an empty table in the back.
Caroline was dressed to the nines; black pants that she wore like a second skin and a dark blue backless top paired with black heels. Klaus was sure he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off of her or trust anyone else to be near her. She headed toward the bar and brought back an empty glass with a bottle of scotch for him and a Sazerac for herself.
Just as she begins filling his glass, Rebekah joins them at the table, "It appears you are capable of leaving your bedroom after all." She sits down next to Klaus, forcing him to move over, and gives Caroline a fake smile.
Caroline takes a deep breath and puts on a smile, "Rebekah, I am making it my mission to become friends with you." She motions to the bartender and, moments later, another drink appears at the table. "Tonight we will have no arguments, tonight is supposed to be fun." She holds up her glass and smiles broadly at her. "Will you join me?"
Rebekah laughs and grabs her drink. She clinks her glass against Caroline's. "Why the hell not? I don't have anything better planned for the evening."
Klaus quietly laughs to himself as he watches Caroline try to make friends with Rebekah. Things would certainly become less hostile if they got along. He has to wonder if the girls teaming up might be more trouble than it's worth though.
Both girls make quick work of their drinks and Caroline stands, holding her hand out to Rebekah. "I came here to dance. Will you join me?"
Both girls rush to the floor; pushing their way into the center of the crowd. Klaus watches them from his seat as he pours himself another glass and orders more drinks.
Klaus calls some vampires over to join him at the table. Ever since Caroline had decided to stay in town a few months ago, The Hybrid had been neglecting city matters. It was time for him to play catch up.
His subordinates fill him in and, once they are done, Klaus realizes Caroline and his sister have been gone for awhile. He sends the other vampires away and goes in search of the two blondes.
He finds Caroline dancing with a young male vampire he recognizes from the Quarter. Klaus clenches his jaw when he sees the boy's hands are on Caroline's hips. He flashes over to them and roughly pushes the boy to the ground, creating a gap on the dance floor. The younger vampire jumps up ready for a fight, but when he recognizes Klaus, instantly backs off and looks to the floor. Klaus leans over him "I'd be more conscious of who you are choosing to partner with next time. Unless, of course, you aren't fond of having a liver."
Caroline pulls Klaus away from the boy and back towards her. "Leave him alone, he wasn't doing anything wrong. Just dancing." She places her hands on Klaus' hips and pulls him closer to her. "Dance with me."
Klaus sighs. "Love, the quicker this city learns you are off limits the better." He leans in and pulls her tightly towards him. "You don't forget that either."
The comment makes her pause and stop dancing. "I was only dancing with the guy. I wasn't going to let it get out of hand. And while we are discussing it, don't forget that I don't belong to you, like an object. I choose to be with you and you need to trust me."
Klaus watches her intensly while she speaks and quietly answers, "Trust is something that has to be earned, love."
Without hesitating she responds, "And what have I done to make you not trust me?"
She watches his green eyes soften slightly, "Nothing love."
As his demeanor changes Caroline smiles softly at his comment. Then sighs and asks, "Can we just go home now? I'm suddenly tired."
He nods and leans over to her ear. "Of course." The dance music that has been going for hours ends abruptly as a small group of musicians begin to play. The music is slower, and without hesitation Klaus pulls her toward him and begins dancing with her. "But first, I promised you a dance, and this way I can keep you in my arms."
Caroline rolls her eyes and smiles at the same time, enjoying the feel of his embrace.
—
Magdalene made it her job to keep an eye on Caroline and Klaus at all times. She needed to know what their habits were and find out if there was any trouble in paradise.
She had been there, at the club, and watched as jealousy took over Klaus.
Magdalene watched the young male vampire Klaus confronted slink away and followed him out of the building.
A short conversation later, she convinced the boy to come home with her. Poor baby vampire. He didn't realize what he was getting himself into. She shut the door to her rooms and locked it behind her.
The young vampire was suddenly taken to his knees with an incredible migraine. Magdalene continued to hold the spell on him. "This isn't how I suppose you thought tonight would turn out." She sighed, "I am sorry, but I think you are going to be very useful to me."
She continued the spell throughout the night, and the vampire begged her to end his suffering.
Magdalene gave him a glass of water, laced with vervain, and asked the boy, "What is your job?"
"I don't…" his words were slurring and he was panting, "know what you want… just tell me what..." he stopped mid-sentence as she continued working on his mind.
The witch stopped every twenty minutes or so and repeated her question.
Finally, after six hours of torture had passed, she asked. "What is your job?"
This time, he glanced up at her from the floor, covered in sweat. "I am to seduce Caroline Forbes and force Klaus Mikaelson into a jealous rage."
"And?"
"And find a way to take a personal object from her."
