TPOL – The Legend Sequel

(Sequel of the Fan Fiction: The Port of Love)

Fan Fiction – Alternate Universe

Klaus & Caroline

Elijah & Katherine

Kol & Bonnie

From: Lovely Vero

Author's note: You've asked of me in great numbers to consider writing a sequel, and my dear readers I've obliged to your request with the greatest pleasure. This story is a sequel story of the previous fiction, The Port of Love – I strongly advise the ones who did not have the chance to catch up with it, to go read the first part before starting this one.

Chapter 1

"Drunken Sailor"

Celtic music inspiration for this sequel story: Victorious by Adrian von Ziegler (on Youtube)

Kol' song inspiration of this chapter: Drunken Sailer by Irish Rovers (on Youtube)

Music inspiration for the dance scene of this chapter:Irish tavern music by Patrick Winter (on Youtube)

~ PROLOGUE ~

It was an early evening in the village, where the sunset was setting its reddish colors over the port. Tonight, the exalted atmosphere of the Rose Garden Pub seemed to be at its peak with the upcoming surprise celebration of Kol and Bonnie's wedding. Not that renaming the Clovelly Port as "The Port of Love" had brought more tourism to the village, up to this date, but the fishermen and villagers had obviously put on the back of their minds all the headaches and heartache to celebrate among themselves this joyful event. The bad omen that had circled over their heads the past few months was long gone; leaving them with the solemn oath to keep the village's secrets buried in their hearts.

Secrets that would protect the six guardians of Clovelly from the exterior human world; in hope of protecting the supernatural one. Klaus, Caroline, Kol, Bonnie, Elijah and Katherine had been chosen as the keepers of the time portal; by a higher power since the beginning of time. Time portal that Mayor Brownston had kept as a secret for many decades. The one and only Captain Brownston, their rudder in the upcoming battle against malefic supernatural entities.

Klaus Mikaelson, the tall fisherman, stood proudly on the port deck, in front of the ocean, his square manly chin raised, his fiery sight narrowed on the sunset; both hands grabbing the guardrail. This … All of "this", was now his responsibility, maintaining Clovelly on the map with a constant economic increase; and while allowing the villagers to put breads on their kitchen tables to nourish their families, as well as his own. It was certainly a heavy weight on his shoulders; but buying "The Port of Love" from the shareholders' hands of Fish and Sea enterprise had been the only option to save the community of Clovelly. Same community of people who had stood to protect a scare and lost teenager boy for so many years. And if that alone wasn't enough as a gesture to repay them; keeping the memory of Rosa intact was certainly on top of his list of priorities.

"I wondered where you had disappeared." He heard a soft voice coming from the sweet lips of an angel; before feeling a set of arms wrap themselves around his waist.

"I needed to collect my thoughts for a short moment." Klaus replied as simple explanation, a large smile spreading on his manly lips, before grabbing the intruder's left hand, placed on his chest, to softly kiss each finger. "Where's Clara?" He inquired.

"I left our daughter at the pub with your sister and Trevor." Caroline replied; getting around his muscular body to face him. "What's boiling in that head of yours, Klaus Mikaelson?"

"If you must know, Caroline Forbes; I was thinking about the… How may I call it? Oh yes, "the barely there, sexy piece of none-existent fabric" you've dressed yourself with last night; in a subtle attempt to rekindle our sex life, before Clara decided to interrupt us that is." He teased, laughter escaping his lips; while lowering his hands on her firm butt, to grab two hands full of her tender flesh.

"It wasn't a seduction attempt! And, it was a very decent nightgown – Not a barely there sexy outfit!" Caroline cut him short in his sentence, hitting his chest with her right closed fist; an intense redness filling both of her cheeks. "Now, keep your hands away from my butt, Mikaelson!" She warned him, with a raised finger and a narrowed fiery sight.

"Not to play the devil advocate, sweetheart; but my hands have pretty much been on your ass since your arrival to Clovelly." Klaus smirked, left eyebrow raised; while retaining his laughter. "What can I say; those hands have a mind of their own; and would you say that you were begging for them to be there… On your ass that is?" He mocked more; while encircling her waist of his strong right arm to brought her in full contact with his muscular chest.

"Those hands were on my butt because I allowed them to be; you're delusional if you think otherwise, and you're not acting like a gentleman at the moment!" She lashed out, squirming in all directions to free herself from the fisherman's strong grip.

"I thought I've already told you, standing on this same spot, a few months ago, that I wasn't a gentleman but a fisherman." Klaus winked, playfully.

"Mm… Little that I knew then that you were also such a jerk!" Caroline raised her chin, confrontational.

"And you liked every minute of it, Love." He commented, before grabbing her chin to crash his demanding lips on hers.

"Klaus, we …" Caroline tried to mouth the words on top of his warm lips and intruding tongue. "We can't do this now." She squirmed to free herself of his embrace. "People could walk by us at any moment?"

"What people?" Klaus mouthed back; lowering his lips on the soft curve of her neck. "Do you know how sexy you look in that lace dress, Love? I just want to get you out of it to have my way with you at the present moment." He added, sliding his fiery sight on the vintage look, beige lace dress; combining in its confection a heart shape neckline, tiny lace straps, and a few layers of lace falling above the knees.

"You want to have your way with me pretty much anytime of the day; Mikaelson!" Caroline finally freed herself of the strong hold he had on her, lowering her sight and red cheeks from his inquiring sight. "And you've crumpled my dress. It's handmade from Katherine. The three of us are wearing the same dress tonight."

"I crumpled your dress? Really? What are you not telling me, Caroline?" The former fisherman firmly crossed his arms in front of his bulged chest.

"Nothing." The blonde bombshell swallowed a lump in her throat; dusting invisible specks from the fabric. "We should go, they are probably waiting for us at the pub." She added, taking her first steps to leave the deck.

"Or you could stop avoiding my question and simply answer me while looking into my eyes, for a change?" He grabbed her left upper arm, to pull her back toward him; his fiery sight now locked with hers.

"Nothing … I'm… I'm just a bit tired." She stammered, shaking her head. "We had long sleepless nights with Clara not being able to fall asleep."

"Caroline?" He raised an eyebrow, still questioning her reticence to talk about the big pink elephant standing in the room; or in the present moment, standing on the deck! "It's just a phase, ok? We're new parents, and we are adjusting to this new title of ours – Clara came in the middle of the both of us discovering who we were as a couple. We'll get back to being lovers eventually, if you let yourself believe in it, OK?" He added, lowering his head to brush her parted lips of a sweet kiss.

"I'm fat; I can't lose my extra weight … And … And you're not looking at me the same way." Caroline finally let all of her insecurities out of her mind; in between her sudden loud sobbing. "I did not get a proper manicure since ever, and my attempt to seduce you last night has failed miserably!"

"Caroline!" Klaus cupped her face with both hands. "It's all in your head, Love; you're as beautiful as ever; and you did not gain any weight. Well, perhaps in your breasts and butt, but I'm not complaining." He added, teasingly. "And as for your attempt of seducing me, Clara started to cry so loud that we had no other choices but to cut it short. Do you hear me?"

"Yes." Caroline nodded, slowly raising her head to bury her sight in his blue eyes. "I'm sorry; I'm acting like a silly woman at the moment."

"You're tired; we both are, that's all." He blessed her forehead of a kiss.

"I left my large shawl in the truck; I'll get it." She slowly pushed herself at arm length, blessing him of a shy smile. "I'll join you inside."

"Ok. We'll meet at the pub." He nodded, while watching her walk toward the parking of the establishment. Pernicious fears filling his mind and heart.

"No! Kol for God sake, are you crazy? We can't barge inside the pub with you carrying me over the threshold?" Bonnie exclaimed, while freeing her left hand from his firm grip. "What will everybody think? Let's act like normal people for once, OK? And pretend we had no idea about this surprise party? Ok?"

"Why not, my cauliflower? We're married and this is our wedding party after all?!" Kol exclaimed, outraged by his wife's say. "And who've said we weren't normal – Give me names? I shall protect your virtue!"

"My virtue? Yea, right! Remind me why did I married you, again?" Bonnie raised an eyebrow, with her head titled to the right, both closed fists placed on each side of her waist; in a gentle way of teasing him.

"Well, isn't it obvious, darling?" Kol grinned, turning his cap backward, before sliding both hands on the brunette's waist to bring her in closer contact with his muscular chest. "My obvious and undeniable charm, my irresistible accent, and my skills in bed of course." He winked, mouthing the words over her parted lips.

"Mm… It's debatable." She raised both eyebrows, contradicting her say by raising both of her hands upward on his chest, only to tie them at the base of his neck. "I think I was under a moment of insanity when I accepted your proposal. But I could easily be convinced to change my mind, if you would try hard enough."

"You don't say, pretty thing?" Kol grinned, before kissing her lips. "Tell me more, darling?"

"You fool!" She busted into laughter; cupping his bearded face with both hands, her red lips crushing on his.

"Well, you certainly know how to make a sailor happy, my lady." He whispered on top of her delicious lips. "I love this dress, it looks sexy on you."

"It's Katherine's work actually … I mean, she made three samples for us to wear the same dress tonight." Bonnie explained, with a happy shrug and smile.

"The three female musketeers?" Kol winked, playfully; sliding a strand of her dark brown hair behind her left ear.

"Something like that." Bonnie replied; before suddenly losing her smile. "Did we made a mistake, Kol?" She questioned him, but mostly herself; main concern filling her voice.

"Why? What do you mean, darling, what mistake could we have made?" He asked, frowning.

"Getting married on the splurge of the moment, like the two stupid idiots that we were? We know practically nothing of each other; except for the fact that we had to battle dark forces together; and that we have slept a couple of times together." She expressed her worries.

"Are you serious? And for your information, we've slept more than a couple of times together." Kol grabbed Bonnie's chin, his fiery sight searching answers in her own. "Are you regretting your decision to marry me, darling? Because, I could never regretting the decision to marry the most amazing woman in the world."

"No, no … Never!" Bonnie shook her head; softly caressing his chin, jaw and cheeks with both of her hands. "But what do we know about being married, Kol? I've literally left my country to come here and … We don't even have a place of our own as of now?"

"We'll learn, one step at a time; you hear me?" He grabbed her delicate facial features with both hands. "I love you, Bonnie; don't you ever forget that fact. Not even the days when, and this is a given, I'll become an asshole to you, OK?"

"OK." She nodded, her smile spreading back on her lips.

"Now, let's do our best theatrical performance, shall we?" He winked playfully; raising his bride in his arms to pass the threshold; before pushing the entrance of the pub, under her loud cries of protest.

"Hey! There are young infants inside this pub, keep your amorous display out!" Trevor shouted, teasingly, through the walls and closed entrance door of the pub; while noticing both kissing silhouettes of Kol and Bonnie, through the window.

"Trevor! Firstly, they are out of this establishment; and secondly; would you just shut your big mouth and stop shouting through the walls?" Rebekha mumbled, angrily; while hitting his left upper arm of her washcloth.

"Ouch!" He exclaimed, falsely hurt. "This is physical abuse of the worst kind!"

"This party is supposed to be a surprise for them – You're ruining everything for God sake!" She added, before rocking both of the babies' chairs, where their son and their niece Clara were sitting, their big eyes scattering all the commotion surrounding them.

"Kol and Bonnie can't even hear me; they are too preoccupied at sucking their lips out." He winced at the mere idea. "And it's not like they don't know about this surprise party, already?" Trevor rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "And you, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Me?" Elijah shrugged, a grin plastered on his manly lips; with his empty bottle of beer raised in the air. "I'm just a client who's drinking his beer peacefully, mate." He informed, teasingly; while imitating Trevor's accent.

"Hey Sis? You have an American tourist who's waiting for a refill at the counter?" Trevor shouted to Katherine (who stood at the opposite side); while pointing toward Elijah's sitting position on one of the bar stools. "Be aware though, his American accent is a big pain in the butt!"

"Really Trevor; you're hurting my feelings just now – I thought that you and I we had built a strong relationship?" Elijah narrowed his sight on the young man; his right hand solemnly placed over his heart in a mocking hurting way.

"And he seems like a real jerk too, be careful to not fall for his dashing American look would you, Katherine?" Trevor continued to play the charade.

"Did you just called me dashing?" Elijah arched an eyebrow. "I'm highly touched, you know?"

"Maybe it's already too late for that, Trevor; maybe I took just one look at him and I was already under his charm?" Katherine replied to her brother, winking playfully at Elijah; before throwing her apron on a nearby hook. "What can I serve you, stranger?" She asked, leaning her upper body on the bar counter, while purposely displaying the deep neckline of her lace dress to Elijah's sight.

"Perhaps, what I want can't be found on the menu, my lady?" Elijah replied, while lowering his own upper body near hers.

"Well… In this establishment we are here to please our customers, so maybe…" The brunette replied, seductress; while slowly sliding the tip of her fingers on the skin of his right forearm. "If you're telling me what you're looking for; I could oblige to your request?" She whispered, sensually; near Elijah's left ear; softly nibbling on his skin.

"Maybe…" Elijah smirked, tenderly grabbing Katherine's chin, with his fiery sight drowned in hers. "I could consider such a nice offer, after all?" He added, mouthing the words on her parted lips; before nibbling on her bottom one under her loud moan of pleasure.

"Oh my God; so disgusting! Happy couples everywhere… Don't look!" Trevor placed his two hands on the babies' eyes. "Your aunt and your godmother are acting like "sluts" at the moment." He added, before turning his glance at the guests of honor who had just passed the threshold of the Rose Garden Pub. "Everyone - Silence!" He shouted from the top of his lungs; sailors' heads turning toward the owner, while getting his wish of a silent room. "Our guests of honor, the one-and only "King Kol" and his beautiful bride Bonnie have entered the premises! Give them a warm welcome!"

"Hear, hear, hear, hear …." The large audience of sailors hit their large glasses and bottles of beer on the tables, repeatedly, and in rhythmic noise of welcoming gestures.

"Behave!" Bonnie whispered near her husband' right ear, squeezing Kol's right hand, while narrowing her sight on the young lard.

"What are you talking about, darling? I always behave in a gentlemanly manner!" Kol responded, scolding his new spouse with a roll of the eyes.

"A toast!" Trevor approached the newlywed couple, Rebekah close on his heels, to hand two large glasses of beer to their guests of honor. "To an asshole who has managed to get his filthy hands on this beautiful lady. Only God knows how he did it?" He started his speech; under the sudden burst of laughter of the audience.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Kol objected vehemently. "Watch your tongue Trevor!"

"Behave I've said!" Bonnie grimaced, her fiery sight throwing darts at her husband.

"I'm behaving!" Kol replied, outraged. "But I have to rectify something that this jerk Trevor just said about me…" He added, in a louder voice; more laughter coming out of the large crowd. "I'm the "handsome" – "sexy" – "one of the kind" asshole who has managed to get my filthy hands on this beautiful "cauliflower"!" The sailor rectified Trevor's say; slapping Bonnie's buttocks, playfully; before raising his glass in the air. "Now you can say: Hear, hear!"

"Hear, hear!" The crowed responded, in perfect echo.

"Hey!" Bonnie exclaimed; rubbing her sensitive skin. "Watch where your hands are landing, would you?" She threatened him; not managing to held back a small laughter from escaping her red lips.

"Oh I like it when you talk dirty to me, darling!" He winked playfully at her; before blessing her left cheek of a kiss.

"Congrats you two!" Rebekah kissed both guests, enthusiastically.

"Come here beautiful!" Trevor hugged Bonnie. "You're an angel who has fallen from heaven above to rescue this rascal."

"I don't know how to take this actually?" Bonnie gave Trevor a hug; with a comical expression plastered on her face.

"Take it as a compliment." Rebekah rectified her boyfriend's say, with a playful wink.

"Are you going to call me beautiful too?" Kol asked; eyeing the young bartender with his narrowed sight.

"Come here in my arms, beautiful!" Trevor pulled Kol in a tight embrace; kissing his lips in a playful way.

"Hey! Stop this nonsense, I like women, not male moron like you!" Kol spat on the floor, brushing his lips with the back of his right hand. "Never touch me this way again or you'll be dead!" He added, under Trevor's burst of laughter and loud cheering of the male audience.

Bonnie approached Elijah and Katherine, hiding her face in both hands.

"My deepest sympathies on your new married status, Bonnie, considering it's to Kol." Elijah teased gently, and in a louder tone of voice to bury the ambient noise; a smirk raising the right corner of his manly lips. "And be happy would you?" He whispered near her left ear, while hugging her.

"Thank you, Elijah." Bonnie hugged him back. "It means a lot!" She added, turning her head toward Katherine who stood behind the bar counter a large smile plastered on her lips. "And thank you darling for this surprise party, it means a lot to both Kol and I."

"Surprise party that you both already knew was happening; admit it?" The brunette pointed a straight finger toward her friend.

"Well the three samples of the same dress gave you away a little bit." Bonnie winked playfully at her friend.

"It goes without saying that you look amazing in it." Katherine shrugged her shoulders, redness filling her cheeks under the compliment. "And thank you."

"Hey Kol; do you want to sing?" A sailor raised on his legs calling the young mate.

"If I want to sing? Who wants to hear me sing?" Kol asked the cheering crowd, raising his large glass to his lips to drink its entirety in a single gulp; before burping loudly.

"Classy man you've just married, Bonnie?" Elijah buried his laughter in his own beer bottle.

"Oh please don't remind me." Bonnie let her head hit the bar counter numerous times.

"There, there … It could be worse, no?" Katherine patted Bonnie's head, in comforting gesture. "He could sing naked?"

"He did this morning… In the shower!" Bonnie kept her head down.

"Ugh… Stop the visual!" Elijah closed his eyes tightly, while shaking his shoulders at the mere thought; a frown plastered on his face.

"Hear, hear, hear, hear…" The large crowd of sailors kept cheering; while a couple of them grabbed their violins and harmonicas.

"What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor, early in the morning?" A large group of sailors started singing; while being accompanied by a few musicians.

"Way hay and up she rises, way hay and up she rises, way hay and up she rises, early in the morning!" They continued to sing, before turning their gazes toward Kol, who had jumped on one of the tables; under the distressed look of Trevor.

"Shave his belly with a rusty razor, shave his belly with a rusty razor - shave his belly with a rusty razor early in the morning!" Kol sang from the top of his lungs; while raising his t-shirt to show his belly to mimic the lyrics.

"Get down of my new table now, Kol!" Trevor scolded him; while pulling on the sailor's pair of jeans.

"Oh I must have talk too soon about the getting naked part." Katherine commented, with wide opened eyes; arms crossed over her chest.

"What?" Bonnie raised her head to stare at her husband in shock; before shortening the space between them. "Kol! For God sake lower your t-shirt now!" She shouted to him without being heard.

"I can't hear you?" He mouthed back to his wife, with a single wink. "I'm singing."

"No kidding!" Bonnie stomped her feet on the wooden floor in frustration.

"Hahaha I wouldn't have missed this party for all the money in the world!" Elijah exclaimed, wiping his teary eyelids.

"Kol is one of the kind; I can't argue that fact." Katherine agreed, laughter escaping her own lips.

"You know what else I couldn't argue with also?" Elijah grabbed the brunette's right hand; slowly bringing it near his lips to kiss the sensitive skin inside her wrist. "How beautiful you look tonight." He traced a line of kisses from her wrist to each fingertip.

"Elijah … There are people everywhere!" Katherine warned him; pulling her hand away.

"What people?" He scattered the packed pub. "They are all listening to "King Kol" at the moment; they don't even know we exist." He winked, playfully. "I can't wait to have you out of that dress."

"Well, you'll have to wait for that wish to come true; now if you don't mind I'll go check on the babies." Katherine winked back.

"Maybe we could make one of those?" Elijah suggested, nodding toward both baby chairs placed on the back counter. "What would you think about that?"

"Don't." She shook her head in denial; losing her smile all of a sudden. "I'll be back."

"Katherine… I didn't mean to upset you, come on?" Elijah exclaimed; but she was already walking toward the opposite side of the bar counter.

"Klaus! We're back here, Elijah is going to dance one of our folklore … Come see that!" Kol shouted; waving his right hand toward the tall man.

"Give me a second, would you Kol?" The new owner of the Fish and Sea franchise waved back; leading his rapid steps toward his sister who was standing behind the bar counter; near both babies.

"So what will it be my American friend?" Kol took a few dancing steps. "A waltz, a foxtrot?"

"Waltz is not an American dance, Kol." Bonnie rolled her eyes to the ceiling.

"What is the Texan one, again?" Kol snapped his fingers, not being able to remember.

"Elijah is not a Texan man, either." She sighed, loudly.

"Get your boyfriend out of my face or…" Elijah pointed a straight finger at Kol; while addressing Bonnie.

"It's my husband now." Bonnie shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry, true fact!" She added, teasingly.

"Gosh, you're right… Get your husband out of my face; or I'll rearrange his soon enough." Elijah falsely threatened.

"Hey… mate! Not my fault if you're not accustomed to our dance." Kol raised both of his opened palms as a plea bargain.

"My right fist is hitching me at the moment, Kol." Elijah opened and closed his hand, repeatedly.

"What are you all talking about?" Katherine suddenly reappeared, a large smile plastered on her lips.

"Your American boyfriend' lack of ability to step into our folklore dance." Kol smirked; crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Did you see Caroline?" Klaus asked his sister, worryingly; while scattering the packed pub.

"No, not yet, why? Is there something wrong with Caroline, is she sick or something?" Rebekah replied, drying a few glasses with a kitchen towel.

"No…nothing of the sort. She was cold and she rushed back to the truck to pick up a shawl." He replied; forcing a smile on his manly lips. "Hey, my sweet beautiful princess." He gently raised his daughter Clara in his arms; under her happy clapping.

"Well, thank you; but you shouldn't call me that in public." Rebekah teased, gently; with a single wink.

"You're beautiful too." Klaus kissed Rebekah's forehead; tugging his daughter on his left hip. "And how's my favorite nephew?" He strike his nephew' nose, under his sudden giggling.

"He's witnessing a bunch of drunken sailors for the first time of his young life." Rebekah rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "How do you think he's feeling?"

"He can never be too young to learn about his future self." Klaus commented, playfully; carrying his daughter toward the small group standing at the opposite side of the bar counter.

"Klaus! I've told you hundreds of times to never hold Clara this way!" Caroline who has just entered the festive pub; barged in his direction. "Give our daughter back to me! She needs to be in her chair." She stretched her arms to reach Clara; but without succeeding.

"No." Klaus replied, uncompromisingly; switching Clara on his right hip at the moment her mother tried to grab her. "She needs to learn how to become a girl sailor; and have her mother stop fuzzing around her."

"In eighteen years, she'll become what she wants to become, as of now, I'll take charge! You're going to make her fall on the floor; then she'll hit her head and cry." Caroline scold him, stomping her feet on the wooden floor.

"In eighteen years, she'll do what the fuck she wants to do, as of now; she'll sit on her father's right shoulder." He brought Clara on top of his shoulder, under her happy clapping and giggling.

"Klaus, I swear to you!" Caroline scolded, furiously; closed fists placed on each side of her tensed body.

"Now move your lovely ass out or our way, Forbes!" He gently teased, slapping her butt playfully.

"Please, keep her firmly on your shoulder!" She begged him; worries filling her voice. "You hear me?"

"I'm her father, I'm not about to make my own daughter fall on the floor." Klaus approached the group, Caroline close on his heels.

"Oh look at this beauty – Clara … Darling, come see your uncle Kol." The young man stretched his arms to catch Clara in his own.

"Not a good time for you to play uncle." Klaus mouthed and warned on his lips, with a subtle shake of his head.

"What? Why … She's save with me." Kol kissed the baby's forehead.

"Give her back to me, Kol." Caroline grabbed her daughter; softly rocking her in her arms.

"Mama Bear is very protective today." Elijah winked; a smirk spreading on his lips.

"I know … I'm sorry; she's just so little." Caroline commented, shrugging as a forgiveness gesture.

"As her mother, it's normal that you want to protect her." Bonnie gently caressed Clara's head.

"So, what were you saying?" Klaus asked Kol; catching a bottle of beer that Katherine was sliding on the bar counter in his intention. "Thank you, Love." He winked, drinking a few gulps.

"Our friend Elijah here has no idea how to dance our folklore." Kol commented, while retaining his laughter.

"Is that so?" Klaus grinned, comically. "Maybe you want us to teach you, Elijah?"

"Katherine?" Elijah called, tilting his head. "I need your help here?"

"The both of you are about to eat your words!" The brunette pointed a forbidden finger toward the two rascals' men.

"What did we do?" Kol shrugged, with a huge smirk plastered on his lips.

"Hey?" Katherine called the violinists. "Play something Irish would you?"

"Got you my lady!" One responded; music invading the pub.

Elijah promptly jumped on one of the tables, silence feeling the pub for a few seconds, before a happy cheering could welcome his sudden move. Katherine raised the many layers of lace from her dress before jumping herself on the bar counter.

"OK, OK … Really, Elijah … You're going to embarrass yourself, mate." Klaus shouted, his laughter mixed with Kol's. "Get down of the table." He suggested, more.

Heel, heel, tip, tip, clap, clap … Elijah let his feet echoing the violin; with Katherine responding to the tempo on top of the counter.

"Or we could be the ones who will look like morons – Son of a bitch that he is!" Kol commented, shaking his head in shock; while suddenly losing his smile.

"Hold the fucking tables!" Klaus asked the crowd to do; before jumping on one at a few feet of distance of Elijah's; soon followed by Kol on the opposite side table. "Girls?" Kol called both Bonnie and Caroline.

"Hold Clara, would you?" Caroline passed the young baby to her aunt Rebekah; before jumping herself on the bar counter near Katherine; followed by Bonnie.

Heel, hell, tip, tip, clap, clap…. They all dance to the Irish music, clapping of hands and loud cheering encouraging them.

"Are you fucking kidding me all of you?" Trevor cried, rushing near their perched positions; while grabbing his dark hair with both hands. "Get the fuck away from my new furniture and bar counter… Sister, I swear I'm going to kill you!" He pointed a finger toward Katherine, who continued to dance; laugher escaping her throat, with a few swirls of lace to accompany their dancing steps.

Elena entered the Rose Garden Pub, rushing her steps toward the bar counter, before meeting Rebekah's inquiring sight.

"What?" She asked, in a dry tone.

"Where were you? The pub is packed with people, for God sake, Elena!" Rebekah scolded her. "We needed your help!"

"I'm here now, does it matter?" Elena rolled her eyes to the ceiling, with much annoyance filling her tone of voice.

"I guess not." Rebekah sighed loudly; throwing an apron in her direction. "Dress yourself, and bring a large carafe of beer to table four, would you?"

"Fine – Give me five seconds for the life of me!" The brunette dressed herself of the apron, before pulling her long straight brown hair into a ponytail.

She reached for a large carafe of beer behind the counter, leading her steps straight at the said table, before bumping into someone, in a strong collision with a hard and bulged chest. She shook her head, disoriented at first; feeling a strong pair of hands grabbing her upper arms to help her keep her equilibrium.

"Oh … it's you!" She raised her sight at the stranger, strongly wincing at the sight of the Sergeant Damon Salvatore.

"Well, nice to see you too, Princess!" He greeted the brunette, surly.

"Well, get out of my way; can't you see that I'm bringing beer to a table?" Elena exclaimed, dryly.

"No? You are? Wow… I guess the carafe should have set the bell in my head then? Ding, ding, ding!" He mocked her, openly.

"You're such an ass; Salvatore!" Elena passed by him; dropping the carafe of beer on the table.

"And you did all of that all by yourself; I mean… Carrying that carafe and dropping it on the table? I'm highly impressed." Damon commented, teasingly; following her steps back to the bar counter.

"OK, either you're ordering something or you get away from my sight!" Elena warned the sergeant.

"Double Scotch on the rocks, please; my lady?" He made a comical reverence.

"Go to hell!" Elena replied, sighing loudly; but while obliging to his order.

"Where were you the past few weeks?" He asked, wondering; a narrow sight on her.

"Obviously as far away as possible from you." She replied, smirking; while placing his order in front of his sight. "Where's Stefan?"

"Why? You're still wishing for an eternal life?" Damon shrugged, slowly gulping the alcohol.

"Not of your business, Damon." Elena replied; crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Do you think about it, sometimes?" He shrugged, dropping his sight in his glass.

"Do I think about what?" Elena asked, rolling her eyes to the ceiling.

"The kiss we exchange?" He added, still avoiding her glance.

"Oh that … Well, I think about it mostly when I'm constipated; it helps the shit coming out of my body!" She responded, dryly.

"I can't believe I even believed for a second that you were a lady." Damon threw a few bills on the counter, before turning his heels toward the exit. "Keep the change and buy yourself a better attitude when you'll have the chance!"

"Damn it!" Elena grabbed the money furiously; her closed fists hitting the bar counter in rhythmic motions.

Of course she remembered the kiss …

"Mayor Brownston, you came?" George, the foreman welcomed him, joyfully.

"Of course I came, I wouldn't miss a Clovelly celebration such as this one." Mayor Brownston tugged his cane underneath the bar counter, taking a sitting position on a bar stool. "More so if we are celebrating the wedding of Miss Bonnie and our dear Kol."

"How's my favorite uncle?" Katherine suddenly appeared in front of his sight, carrying a glass of beer in his intention; before bending her upper body on the counter to bless his right cheek of a sweet kiss.

"You only have one uncle, my dear Niece. And, I'm enjoying myself immensely; especially the dance you just did with Elijah. Your boyfriend just surprised me, you know." He winked, playfully.

"I showed him a step or two of our folklore dance." She shrugged, smiling and feeling very proud of herself. "And for once he received the humble excuses of both Klaus and Kol."

"Well, if only for that fact; I'll drink to that!" He raised his glass, to both George and his niece; before gulping the amber liquid.

He suddenly turned his head toward one of the windows, a dark silhouette captivating his full attention.

Mayor Brownston stepped outside the pub, the tip of his cane hitting the wooden deck in rhythmic noises. He reached the right side of the establishment; placing himself underneath a large tree.

"What is happening?" The concerned captain asked the love of his life; whose dark specter manifested itself in front of his sight.

"My love… It's happening…" Susannah informed him; raising both of her shaking hands in front of her mouth.

"What is happening?" Mayor Brownston asked, worryingly. "Susannah, you're worrying me?"

"The time portal opened … The ship; your ship is now on the sea of this present time." The female specter informed him.

"Are you sure?" He questioned; losing the colors on his cheeks.

"Yes, and as of now, it'll be only a matter of time before the malefic forces will find their way back as well." She added, before disappearing as suddenly as she appeared to him.

The biggest "thank you" to all the readers who've encouraged me to make/write this sequel story; that was already taking a big place in my head, heart and soul since a few months now. I got back into it like I had left this story yesterday; it felt like coming back home to me. I hope you'll stay in Clovelly, aboard this amazing cruise ship that will surely make you travel over sea and time, with its load of fun, adventure and heartache.

On a personal note; be extremely patient with the updates, my dear readers. I have to finish a Kalijah story in the next few weeks, and handling my two other running ones. I'm also taking care of a sick parent at the moment; so I thank you in advance for your comprehension and understanding of me taking care of life priorities beforehand.

Much love to all of you and happy autumn! (Just around the corner, right?)

Lovely Vero