I am sooooo sorry for the absence with this story guys! I have not been inspired to work on this at all until I reread it today. I got the urge to redo the first two chapters before I continue any further so...here you are. I made it a bit more detailed and changed the dialogue a bit to make them more in character. As usual, please please please read and review!
Chapter 1:
Klaus' POV
Klaus Mikealson was not usually the type to negotiate or allow others to get under his skin; but the blonde standing before him with her hands on her hips was making it extremely difficult not to resort to such childish means. He blew a big lungful of air slowly out through his mouth in an attempt to calm himself and forced a pleasant look to play over his handsome features.
"That is the offer, my dear; take it or leave it," he replied simply, his broad shoulders shrugging slightly. Despite trying to sound amiable, Klaus' voice still carried its gruff and raspy tone, with an accent that most girls swooned over; but not her. Not Caroline Forbes, whose mouth was currently pinched in agitation. She narrowed her eyes and crossed her slender, pale arms over her chest.
"And why should I believe a sadistic, psychopathic, blood-crazed hybrid monster who has never once before been able to be trusted?" she asked, obviously annoyed at the hybrid. Instead of getting mad, he found the attitude endearing. He didn't quite know why, but there was something amusingly satisfying about getting Caroline's blood boiling. He loved to see the anger in those eyes that always seemed to enchant him. Right then, those large grey-blue orbs burned with vehemence as she pondered over the offer he'd made her.
"Because if you don't, then I'm afraid that poor Tyler will have to spend is lonely, eternal life alone; always running, always looking over his shoulder." He smirked at seeing the anger on her face soften into a deep longing and sadness. If he were honest, he would say that the look made him feel a little jealous. She would never look at him that way, with such love and devotion, as he looked at her. Klaus shook his head, trying to rid himself of such thoughts. He needed a clear head and to focus on the task at hand. He watched her intently, waiting eagerly for her response.
Caroline blinked a few times, her own attempt at gathering her thoughts, before glaring at him with a defeated sigh. "So, you're saying that if I get in the car right now and go through with this, then you'll let him be? He can come back?" she demanded warily.
Klaus chuckled. He had her. He had been alive for so long and had forged deals with so many people that he was able to pinpoint the exact moment when he knew they were his. A victorious smile graced the edges of his lips, but he forced himself to keep a straight face. "Yes, love. If you accept my offer, then I can assure you that you and that precious Lockwood boy of yours will be able to ride off into the sunset, happily ever after."
There was a moment of silence as Klaus watched Caroline stare up at the cloudless blue sky, contemplating. A breeze, cool for early September, blew her hair across her face. In the midday sun, it seemed to shine like the glittering of the finest gold. An audible groan escaped her lips and she began to stomp off towards his silver Cadillac. He winced when she flopped into the passenger side and slammed the door closed with so much force he was surprised the window didn't break.
Once Klaus got in, he started the engine, reveling in the purring of the engine beneath him. He could feel its raw power, like a tiger ready to strike its prey. He pulled onto the road and began to drive off. "So, where would you like to go first on our adventure?" he asked conversationally, as if he couldn't sense the anger that emanated from the girl next to him.
"I don't care where I go, as long it isn't with you," she mumbled angrily, glaring daggers so piercing he swore he could feel them cutting. For a moment, he debated stopping the car, letting her out, and letting Tyler return. He hated when she was angry, or in any type of discomfort, for that matter. But Klaus was selfish and cruel; he caused pain to even the ones he loved the most, and loved it.
So, in typical Klaus fashion, he turned to her and growled, "I hope you realize you and I have three hundred and sixty five days to spend together. Now, we can make them pleasant, or I swear I will make the next year of your life a living hell."
Caroline winced as if she'd just been slapped, and a pang or regret hung heavy in his chest. But it quickly turned back to anger. "It already is," she spat before turning her attention back out the window.
And so begins day one, Klaus thought with a sigh.
