His Weakness
Summary: Klaus keeps Caroline and their daughter hidden secretly in his mansion. No one could know his weakness. His secret life is going perfect until a new mob boss comes to New Orleans and wants everything Klaus has. Finding out his weakness is the key to all. Set in New Orleans, NO HAYLEY or anything associated! KLAROLINE!
A/N This was going to be just a one shot, and it still might be I guess depending on the response I get but I had this idea of Caroline going to New Orleans and this story was born.
I am still going to finish Green Light but I had to take a breather away from that story.
I hope yall enjoy and tell me what you think- good or bad I love to hear what you thought. THANKS. -KAY
Klaus sighs aloud as he buttons up his shirt and pours himself a glass of Bourbon.
It is two in the morning and Marcel decides it's the proper time to call for a meeting.
The fireplace roars as Marcel finally enters, half past two.
"Damn, Marcel. The least you can do is be on time. I've got better things to do than wait on you."
"Like what sleep?" Marcel quips with a laugh.
"Yeah, maybe I want to sleep." Klaus snaps back.
"You can sleep when your dead, brother. We have more pressing issues right now than you getting some shut eye."
Klaus rubs his stubbly chin and pours more Bourbon, offering another glass to Marcel.
Marcel takes the glass and downs the whole thing.
"What's the problem?" Klaus asks.
"It's not what, it's who. There's a new guy in New Orleans, Klaus and he don't take any crap. His name is Nero Velrossi, he's from an italian mafia down north. He's as cutthroat as they come, he would sell his own kids to safe himself."
Klaus lets out a sigh. "What does he want?"
"What everyone wants. He wants our territory, our men, our money, our power, you name it this guy wants it."
"Okay. Why don't you call Elijah and see if he can set up a meeting with Velrossi. Maybe this guy will want to negotiate. Also I'll try to call Rupert and see maybe if he can run a background check on this guy. She what he was into back in the north and if he has any weaknesses like a wife or kids, maybe even siblings or parents."
Marcel looks slightly taken aback.
"You wouldn't go after his kids though," Marcel asks.
"Of course not, but they are always good to know about. For leverage, empty threats maybe." Klaus says with a sly smile.
Marcel lets out a burst of laughter ."You wouldn't have to worry about that now would you. You don't have any weaknesses."
Klaus shakes his head.
"I don't know if you would say that, I'm pretty fond of my Bourbon and you know Tequila is okay too."
"Seriously, Klaus. You've been in New Orleans for three years now, why haven't you at least tried to find a girl?"
Klaus gets off the coach and goes to stand by the fireplace, looking deeply into the flames.
"Falling in love, that's a weakness. That's what burns you world to the ground. Just look what happened to you two years ago when those guys killed Cami. You lost it and if Davina hadn't been there to pick up the pieces, you would have killed half of Louisiana."
Marcel's eyes immediately turned sober.
"What happened with Cami destroyed me. I loved her so much, I still do. Davina showed me what was out there though. She showed me that even though I lost my first love that I could still have a love again. A family. It's worth the risk. It was worth it marrying Davina. It was worth it making Tyson. "
Marcel brushes off his suit and heads out of the den.
"I'll give Elijah a call in the morning. Don't forget to call Rupert, we can't fool around with this Velrossi guy."
"Don't worry, we will bring them down. Just be patient."
Marcel nods opening the den door and leaving to the foyer.
Klaus places his glass gently into the bar sink and heads over the portrait of him on the wall beside the fireplace.
"Love is the greatest weakness." He whispers, shaking his head.
If only Klaus could have kept to his own code.
No falling in love.
He grabs the side of the picture firmly and gives it a swing, revealing the secret passageway in the wall.
Klaus climbs in there and turns on the light.
He walks down the long corridor until he reaches the door at the end.
Before even opening the door he hears the coos of his daughter.
Opening the door, Klaus sees the refreshing sight of his wife and his 9 month old daughter, Amily.
"She woke up shortly after you left. I fed her already and tried to get her to go back to sleep but she wanted to see her daddy first."
The small tyke waved her fists wildly
, "Hey little one, come to daddy." Klaus calls, pulling her swiftly into his arms.
"She looks more and more like you everyday, Caroline."
Caroline laughs.
"Your just saying that to be nice. She's the spitting image of you."
Klaus sits on the bed and embraces both his wife and daughter in his arms.
Caroline leans her head on his shoulder.
"What was Marcel wanting to talk about at this hour."
"Just this new guy moving in on the territory, no big deal love. I'm going to call Rupert and handle it in the morning, but right now me, you and Amily need to sleep."
A small yawn escapes the baby's mouth causing a smile to creep on Caroline's face.
She pulled away from Klaus, getting underneath the covers of their queen size bed as he put the baby in the crib.
Watching Klaus with their daughter Caroline couldn't help but be happy, even though she was living her life a secret. She couldn't help but feel the tug of discontent. Living her life as a ghost, only mattering to her daughter and Klaus.
This was the life she had to lead.
No one could know Klaus' weakness.
TO BE CONTINUED...