Klaus threw open the double doors to his study, furious as usual. It seemed that every second spent in this piteous town drained him of his cheer. Not that he had an abundance of cheer in any town, but Mystic Falls did have a special knack for destroying even the ghost of a smile from forming on his lips.

Even his time with Caroline was being soured by the gloom of this town. Not that he was getting anywhere with her. Ever advance Klaus made her retreat even further from him. He knew she enjoyed his attentions based on her hitched breaths when he drew close and the dilation of her pupils when he said her name. This did nothing, however to help him. She was still terrified of her feelings, much to his chagrin. Those friends of hers had clouded her mind so thoroughly, and though he would love the challenge, he didn't have the time to clean away their brainwashing and teach her the true joys of being a vampire.

And oh, what a glorious vampire she would make. Klaus had spent many night imagining the way her veins would frame her eyes when she got into a blood frenzy. Her fangs, so deadly would be covered in blood and she would truly become the queen he knew she was meant to be. Klaus could tell that she had killed before. Guilt bubbled behind her eyes, and he longed to wipe it away, tell her that as a vampire she was following her nature. But he couldn't push her. Klaus had seduced many women in his time. He'd used his words, his eyes and his body to weave a web around his conquests. But he did not just want to conquer Caroline. She wasn't a prize to be won, and as much as it pained him, he knew she had to come to him.

Sighing, Klaus walked to a side table beside the hearth and poured himself a glass of whiskey. His hands squeezed the bottle so tight that he had to remind himself to release his vice like grip, as the bottle was a gift from Rebekah. She was already unhappy with him as it was, and he couldn't deal with another of her tantrums.

He collapsed into a large armchair, allowing his back to sink into the fabric, soothing the aches and pains of another day battling the Salvatores and their girl. Klaus' entire body ached with strain and the unreleased stress of the past weeks. As he cracked open his eyes to check the time on the large grandfather clock that dominated the room, an envelope laying neatly on his desk caught his attention.

Klaus tried to reach the envelope from where he was sprawled, but he was too far from the desk to come even close. Throwing his head back, Klaus cursed the world. He pushed himself onto his feet and stormed over to the ornate wooden desk which the crisp paper was laying on. Peering at the envelope curiously, Klaus saw his name scrawled in familiar script that made his eyes narrow in annoyance.

Katerina. Why was she writing to him? How dare she tempt his fury on today of all days. Formulating hundreds of ways to torment her, Klaus tore open the envelop and began to read what the doppelgänger had wanted to tell him.

Klaus,

I hear Elijah refused you the cure and in return, you have refused me my freedom. Shame on you both. But while you boys sort out your problems, I have one last thing to offer you. I've caught wind that the New Orleans coven is plotting your demise. How shocking. A witch by the name of Jane-Anne Deveraux has information that I know you'll find so interesting that chasing little old me will become the least of you worries. Its been a fun five centuries Klaus, but I've worn down far too many heels running from you.

Enjoy New Orleans,

Love, and hate,

Katherine.

As Klaus read, his expression darkened. Witches plotting against him? New Orleans was about the welcome back its King.