Chapter 1 - (Characters are not mine)
It came in the mail. It's also the reason I'm currently waiting in the airport to board the next flight out to New Orleans. I knew the bright red "M" seal wasn't a coincidence along with the calligraphy that outlined my name like a permanent stain. It was them, the Mikaelsons but more importantly Klaus I assumed. They were hosting a ball in the French quarter as a celebration of peace between the supernatural alliances. Of course I was unaware of that at first, I only thought they were hosting a soiree as we all know the Originals live in a "go big or go home" fashion. I pulled out my invitation again just to make sure this wasn't some crazy Silas induced fantasy. Despite the fact that he was gone, I had not forgotten how he had used his stupid psychic or more like psycho abilities to infiltrate my mind and use Klaus against me. I ran my fingers across the seal once more, opening it to have another look at the invitation.
Miss Caroline Forbes
You have been cordially invited to the Harvest Ball 2014
Held in the French quarter, NOLA
18th May 2014
Yours sincerely,
Klaus & Elijah Mikaelson
I was hesitant as first and quickly phoned up Elena and Bonnie to find out if they too had been invited. As usual with Bonnie being the anchor, she was a little MIA with Jeremy and of course, Elena was forever putting her relationship with Damon above her friends. I was happy for her at first but c'mon this is big and she won't even text me back? I still think Stefan is better but then again here I am running off to NOLA to a dance hosted by the big bad original hybrid and Elijah of course. This was received two weeks ago. Since then, I lost my best friend to the other side, had him brought back only to lose my other best friend and Damon, who I had actually grown quite attached to. We weren't exactly besties but we had a certain understanding.
After that I realised I had to get out of there and fast. I offered Stefan the opportunity but he refused, said he wanted to go to Portland like he had planned last year but just never made it. I hoped he would at least find what he was looking for, he deserved happiness. Well, one of us did. I hope by going here, I can find a sense of closure and happiness away from an abundance of death. However, that seems to follow the Mikaelsons anyway. There was something about being the only one invited that made me feel a bit special. I knew Klaus had a thing for me but after our fling in the woods a while back, I thought that was it. I certainly never thought that I would be here about to meet him once more. My mother understood my need to go despite her disapproval, she only wanted me to be happy but a supernatural invested NOLA is not exactly what she meant by that.
I slowly tucked away my invitation as I heard a voice take over the airport,
"Flight 112 to New Orleans is now ready to board, please make your way to isle 8 where an attendant shall be waiting to assist you to your seats, Thank you"
I sighed and reached down to grab my hand luggage before making my way down to Isle 8. Turns out my seat was a window one which was better for me. I hadn't ever flew before having never left Mystic Falls and the view as we ascended was astonishing. I've never seen anything more beautiful especially as it was sunrise. The pink and yellow serenity which set in contrasted so beautifully that I wished I could stay in this moment forever. I
soon remembered however why I was here, quickly changing my mood of serenity to one of disgruntlement as I began to question my own motives. Did I really think hanging out with the originals was going to change anything or make me forget? Could I really face Klaus after telling him to never come back? I began to scan the room before me. Seeing a middle age women fret over her baby whose cries only increased with every second that passed. Glancing at an old man whose glasses had fell askew as he dozed off. Lastly, the male beside me, reading and listening to a tape on Italian, trying to learn the language I assume. Such human problems. I'm pretty sure none of them would even hesitate in running away from a situation like this but there was me, Caroline Forbes, doing the opposite once more. Then again wasn't it me who told him that anyone capable of love was capable of being saved? I couldn't back out now. I will show up at his crazy ball thing and if it gets too much I'll board the first plane back…but then…no I just well…what if it's not too bad? What if I enjoy myself? Should I stay there? With Klaus? Or at a motel? This was a bad idea, I should never have come. I contemplated jumping from the plane but I was currently trying not to expose the supernatural community so that wouldn't work out well for anyone. I suppose I could use a parachute-nope hold it together. I had an hour left on this flight so I decided to make the most of it. I put my earphones in, left my iPod on shuffle and let myself drift into a state of semi consciousness.
This ended all too soon however as I heard an attendants voice slightly muffles by my earphones. I took them out just in time to hear her mention landing in 2 minutes. I sat up and buckled my seatbelt while packing away my iPod. With a last glance out the window, I saw the wheels of the plane hit the tarmac and roll along the runway. We were finally here. I felt the butterflies awaken in my stomach with the anticipation of coming face to face with a man who promised me all the world had to offer.
"Excuse me miss, would you like some assistance exiting the plane?"
I looked up startled, unaware that everyone else had left.
"Oh urm no, thank you. I just zoned out for a bit there, bye!"
I quickly grabbed my small bag and quickly jogged off the plane in order to escape further embarrassment. As I exited the plane, I quickly sent a text to Stefan, asking him to call me ASAP. As I was still slightly jogging towards baggage collection I wasn't really watching where I was going. Suddenly, I felt myself collide with someone a bit taller than me.
"Oh urm I'm really sorry I just-" I looked up quickly to look at the man I had just accidently assaulted with my clumsiness only to be shocked at who was staring back at me.
"Hello gorgeous"
This could not be happening.
Please Review and let me know what you think! This is kind of a trial chapter that i thought up! I have a plan/faint outline of where i wan't this to go, strictly Klaroline. Go Go Go!
