Not What We Had Planned
Prologue
2:49 AM
The loud vibrations from his cell phone shook the nightstand next to the bed. Klaus hit the ignore button for the third time.
What could anyone possibly want at this ungodly hour?
He was tired. Exhausted.
Foreign relations always kept him up late and knowing that he had to be up in only a few hours made him want to throw his phone across the room.
The phone vibrated again.
He reluctantly picked up the device and hit the 'answer' key.
"Why didn't you answer the phone, Klaus? I wouldn't be calling you this late if it wasn't important." Rebekah's frantic voice cried through the phone.
"No one usually calls me at this time little sister. I apologize for not being in the best mood."
"You need to come home now." She said without explanation. "It's very important."
"What's going on Rebekah?"
"It's father." She tried explained. "He's dead."
5:49 AM
"Alaric I want you to call Stefan and put all further relations on hold for the next week."
"But Sir—"
"I understand how those foreign dignitaries are. I get it. Stefan is my second in command. He should be able to distract them for the next week."
"And if they don't want to wait?" Alaric looked nervous.
"Then you can transfer the call to me and I will tell them that my father is dead, Alaric." His tone was sharp.
"Very good, Sir. I promise I will try to keep them off your plate." He vowed.
"You don't try in this business. You do as your told." He reminded him. "You of all people should understand that."
Alaric nodded not willing to question Klaus any longer.
Alaric and Klaus had a deep history.
You could say that Klaus saved him on more than one occasion and he would without a doubt be forever indebted to Klaus.
9:49 AM
He arrived at his family home.
He wasted no time inside and quickly went to his fathers study.
Mikael's lawyer took a seat at his father's desk and pulled out an ivory piece of paper.
Something about Mikael's lawyer always rubbed him the wrong way. The fact that he was sitting in Mikael's chair only unnerved him even further.
The only people that were present were Mikael's sons.
His father was very old fashioned in the sense that everything would go to the men of the family, but he wasn't completely heartless.
Klaus may have hated his father, but he knew that his sister and mother would be well taken care of.
"I understand that it is customary to read the will after the funeral, but Mikael insisted that the information get to his sons as soon as possible."
Mikael had five sons. Finn and Henrik died at an early age only leaving Klaus, Kol and Elijah.
Klaus and his father never got along, but they remained as civil as possible for names sake.
"I will start with the smallest portion of the will and work my way up." He offered a weak smile.
"Kol Mikaelson. You will receive the three estates in Ireland, the vineyard in Paris and ten percent ownership of the Mikaelson Empire. Do you accept these terms?" The lawyer handed him a pen.
Kol only nodded and signed the sheet of paper.
"Am I done here?" Kol asked. His tone was clipped and Klaus could tell he was definitely not in his usual mood. He was irritated and upset just like the rest of them.
"You may go." The lawyer said cautiously. The Mikaelson men were not the type of people you wanted to mess with, especially if they were in a bad mood.
Mikael's lawyer stood from the desk and quickly remembered his place as Kol left the room.
"Elijah Mikaelson. You will receive the house in Aspen, the four beach houses in the United States, ten percent of the Mikaelson Empire and you will be in charge of over seeing your mother and sisters well being."
"Mikael has left you in charge of your sisters trust fund and has left an annual salary for Esther until she passes away. When that occurs you will leave Esther's income to Rebekah. Anything that Esther bought while married to Mikael is hers. This home will be left in Esther's name, but you will be the one to oversee everything. If you pass away the responsibility falls onto Klaus."
"Do you agree to these terms?" Elijah took the pen and signed he was in no mood to go over the details of who would get what when his father laid not thirty feet in a casket outside of the room.
Elijah chose to remain with Klaus as they read his part of the will.
"Klaus Mikaelson. All remaining estates will be left to you along with every business that Mikael was involved in. You will own eighty percent of the Mikaelson Empire, but none of this will be given to you until you complete the requirements that Mikael has left for you."
"Requirements?" Klaus asked. "Let me just sign the paper." He was growing irritated and Mikael's lawyer looked hesitant before he spoke again.
"Kol really should have stayed for this next part." The lawyer looked nervous.
He took a deep breath before he spoke. "No one in the will receive their part of the inheritance until you fulfill Mikael's wishes." He began to explain.
"And what exactly does my father want Klaus to do?" Elijah asked.
"Klaus must produced a son by his twenty eighth birthday or he will forfeit the entire inheritance to another party."
"And whom might that be?" Klaus asked narrowing his eyes.
"I cannot disclose that information until we reach that point. If we reach that point," He said. "Now if you would please just sign the paper stating that you—"
"I don't agree with any of this." Klaus said taking the pen. "But I cannot argue with a legally binding contract."
3:45 PM – The next day.
The funeral was private and only a few family members attended the event. Klaus stayed next to his sister the entire time.
He tried his best to comfort his baby sister, but that was just a trait that the Mikaelson boys were not blessed with.
It was hard for him to show any kind of affection. He struggled with it, but he tried the best his could for his family.
Once the ceremony was over the entire family met back at his family home for dinner.
He had not bothered to speak to anyone about Mikael's requirements, but he knew it was not something he could easily ignore.
His twenty-sixth birthday has just passed. Klaus knew that if he wanted to keep his family's portion of the inheritance, he needed a son and he needed him yesterday.
Klaus would give himself the rest of the week, but after that he needed to find someone, literally anyone.
He would not fail his family.
"You cannot be serious." Caroline Forbes said to her landlord.
"I'm sorry, Caroline." The man looked at her sympathetically. "I can't give you any more time. If you don't give me the rent money by the end of the month I have to kick you out."
"I've been trying to look for another job." She explained to her landlord. "They're just so hard to come by." She tried not to sulk.
Caroline Forbes was a strong woman, but she had never felt as broken as she did in this very moment.
She closed the door behind her and covered her face with her hands.
"What the hell am I going to do?" She said to herself. "I have no job, no money, no family."
She walked over towards the small brown table that was next to the futon she slept on every night. She pulled out the newspaper and looked through the 'help wanted' ads for the third time.
There was not one job in the newspaper that could get her the money she needed right away. She knew that she would never resort to stripping or selling her body for sex, but her mind was starting to convince herself otherwise.
"No Caroline." She told herself. "You are better than that."
She thought of one person she could ask for help, but she juggled the thought.
"You're my best friend, Caroline. You know if you need help I'm only one call away." Rebekah had told her.
Rebekah Mikaelson was her first roommate right out of high school. They lived together for three years before Rebekah was forced to move back home.
They were best friends, but Caroline never knew a lot about her background or where she was from.
Rebekah was very discreet when it came to her personal and home life.
Caroline didn't even think Rebekah would remember those words that she spoke to Caroline the night before she left three years ago.
But looking over at the mini fridge across the room, Caroline eyed the telephone number written in pink pen.
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