Greetings Fan world. So this is my first ever fiction which means please be gentle with me. I'm still not overly sure how this site works. I really enjoy Klaus being an arsehole so please don't think that's going to change, although like in TVD he will have redeeming qualities.
I don't know if I have to put a disclaimer but in case I do, I sadly own nothing, I don't own TVD or T.O. I also don't own the characters, everything I'm writing has come from my own (hopefully) brilliant mind.
Please enjoy!
Caroline Forbes waiting in the entrance of the Lobby, once again Klaus Mikaelson was late. She hadn't caught him before he'd stormed out at the meeting with his agent. A renowned artist whose latest show had been delayed on too many times, and that's where she had come in. A hired muse by his agent to inspire him in his work, tapping the toe of her brown boot impatiently she sighed. He didn't want her here. She didn't want to be here. He'd all put thrown the table at the meeting before leaving, she didn't even have a chance to go in and introduce herself, his reputation was formidable. He was arrogant, intimidating, frightening and volatile; no one else would work with him. But she didn't have a choice, a sponging loser of an ex and his string of bad investments had left her with no money and no place to live. Her face remained impassive when she thought of Tyler and his stupid schemes, he was the Del Boy of Mystic Falls, the tiny town she'd lived in before moving to New York. His latest modelling scheme had done more than just drain her money, it had also caused him to run off with his 'top model'. Caroline couldn't help but smirk and the failure that was Hayley Wolfbanes modelling 'career' but still Tyler was enamored with her and tried to force her on the world like she was really something special.
She straightened up when she saw him, his black leather jacket worn and only adding to his stereotypical bad boy image again the white T-Shirt underneath. He approached the lifts without looking at her and she followed him in. He didn't even ask her which floor she wanted to go to, he was too busy scowling to move when she leaned in, he was in the penthouse of course and she planned to follow him up there.
'Klaus Mikaelson?' she asked him, keeping her voice steady despite the nerves she felt at being in this confined space. 'Not today love,' he drawled, 'while you're a pretty girl I'm not in the mood for a groupie' She could've slapped his arrogant face, instead she kept her face impassive, 'oh I'm not a groupie, your agency hired me to help you with your work.'
'He looked at her properly for the first time, 'I don't need help,' he answered, the lift wasn't moving fast enough for his liking. He'd already had a bad morning and now this blonde was here making it even worse. 'Well you are several months late on your next show, and you are contractually obliged to accept help from your agency until you produce your paintings. So you don't really have a choice,' she tried reasoning. Take a deep breath and stay calm, he looked like he wanted to hit her. He moved closing the gap between then until she was backed again the wall, 'listen sweetheart, today has been a long day and whilst a pretty thing like you would usually cheer me up, and don't think for a second that has anything to do with your personality, unless you're willing to lie back and spread those legs i'm really not interested. So why don't you take your nosy self, with your sad little life and stay out of my way.' As he finished the lift pinged and reached it's destination, he walked out smoothly but she followed.
He could hear the sound of her boots following him into his home. 'Let get this straight,' she started, he had succeeded in pissing her off and her voice was raised, 'I might be a pretty little thing but unlike your art you are simply average. Don't flatter yourself, you couldn't get me or have me if you tried. My job is to get you to finish your work, you need to produce twenty three brand new pieces to complete the collection and I don't give a shit how you get it done but you are getting it done. You want me to leave? Fine! I will leave when you finish your job arsehole. Now guess what, I'm moving in, I don't like parties, you aren't to have girls over all hours of the night, I'm a morning person and if you try, and listen carefully because I don't want there to be any confusing about this bit, if you so much as try anything funny with me. I will ruin you, because whilst your paintings might be great, no one wants to work with you, and an artist who can't even finish a painting really has no pull around the art community. Now I will see you tomorrow at 8am sharp.' And with that she walked out leaving a stunned Klaus watching her leave.
