AN: (all rights are reserved for there appropriate owners). This is the first chapter, I'm not really sure where I am going to take this story so be paitent with me. I would appreciate feedback, The Great Gatsby is one of my favourite books and all the deserved credit goes to F Scott Fitzgerald. I hope you enjoy xxx

Careless Whispers

Chapter 1

The moon was sitting low in the sky that night, big, full, round and slightly menacing. The breeze was soft and the air warm. It was mid august and the house was hot and stuffy and best. Klaus Mikaelson rubbed his hand over the back of his neck and stretched his arms over his head. His heavy black boots thudded heavily against the mahogany floor of the corridor that led to his bedroom. He was tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep and eat for the next few days. Stefan and Damon were still as intent as ever to end his life and those of his family and as fun as it was in the beginning it was starting to get tedious. He paused. Klaus' hand hovered over the handle of the door to his room. He stopped and took a deep breath; the air smelt of summer rain and something floral he never could quite distinguish. There was only one person in the world that smelt that way and last time he saw her she died in his arms. He took a shaky breath and twisted the door handle open and pushed it open.

His bedroom was the largest in the house (and rightly so, he thought). It was right at the very back, with a large bay window overlooking the lake in the backyard. That is where he found her, on one of the large plush cushions that adorned the window seal. Her head was turned to the garden, her face hidden by her curtain of curls. The window was open and blowing a soft warm breeze across her face. Klaus leant on the doorframe and watched her. Her auburn hair was damp and she was in a peach silk dressing gown, and it was long and wrapped over her legs that were pulled up to her chest. The sleeves were long and fitted to her arms; cream lace embellished the hem and cuffs. She held a steaming mug in her hands. His eyes fells to the ornate gold wire ring, with the lapis lazuli was on her the middle finger of her left hand.

"Lilah," he smiled

She turned her head and looked over to him. She smiled weakly and bought her legs off the widow seat and placed them on her floor, she pointed her feet and Klaus smiled at his little ballerina.

"Hi" she said quietly, she stood up and made her way over to him.

Klaus closed the door behind him and walked briskly compared to her slow, meek glide to meet her in the centre of the room. They stopped standing inches from each other. Klaus could feel the heat radiating from her body. He wanted to pull her to him and never let her go. However for once in his existence he was afraid, that if he touched her she would vanish before his eyes. She looked up at him, her dark midnight blue eyes hooded behind her eyelashes. Klaus smiled gently and reached out to run his fingers over her cheek tucking a stray curl behind her ear. Her head titled to the side relaxing into his touch.

"Not that I am in anyway upset by you being here, but how are you here?"

"Esther" she answered, shrugging her shoulders, as she didn't really know why she was here.

One minute she was dead and the next she was laying in a circle of fire in the basement of the Mikaelson mansion. Esther had said nothing as to why she bought her back but took her to Klaus' room and handed her a peach robe that Klaus bought her in the 1920's and told her to take a shower. Lilah placed her hand on his chest over his heart. Klaus tucked his hand behind her head.

"Why am I not surprised?" he said taking his other arm and wrapping it over her shoulders and pulled her close to his body.

"Why?" she asked, looking up into his eyes, begging him to give her some answers.

"I don't know Love," he said. "but I wont let anyone hurt you"

He felt her physically relax and he pressed his lips to the crown of her head. She fiddled with one of the necklaces around his neck. There was a knock on the door and Klaus looked up not removing his arms from around her waist.

"Come in" Klaus answered. Lilah's hands left his necklace and clenched into his shirt. Klaus rubbed her back as the door opened to reveal his mother.

"Hello Darling, Lilah" she said standing in the middle of the doorframe.

"Mother"

Lilah nodded in recognition, subconsciously moving closer to Klaus.

"I see you to found each other" she smiled gently, Klaus looked to his mother his head cocked to the side slightly in confusion. Lilah looked up from Esther to Klaus.

"Why?" he asked, his grip on Lilah tightening as if he questioned his mother she would rip Lilah from his arms with a maniacal laugh and she would be gone again.

"You deserve to be happy darling, Lilah is an important part of this family and I have done enough to hurt you all and bringing Lilah back is my way of helping us all move on. Lilah is fine a little shaken but fine," she said as if anticipating his next question.

"Really?" Klaus looked down at her

"She's alive and well"

"Thank You" he said

Esther nodded and turned leaving.

"Esther," The original witch turned to the young woman " Thank you

Esther smiled and nodded; she closed the door behind her. Lilah let go of Klaus' shirt and stepped away from him. Klaus dropped his arms and watched her. She wrapped her arms around her waist as if she was trying to hold herself together

"Lil"

"I'm fine Nik"

"My Darling" he said placing his hands on her shoulders

"I'm scared"

"I won't let her hurt you"

Lilah turned to him and looked up at him. He took her hand and pressed a kiss to it. She smiled again and let her arms fall from her waist and she took his hand in hers holding it rubbing her fingers across his knuckles. She pressed her lips of his as well and dropped it saying,

"I'm going to see Rebekah"

"Why?" he asked his voice holding a whine. Klaus was selfish and he wanted to keep her to himself a little while longer.

"I need to borrow some night clothes"

Klaus cocked his head to the side and grabbed her hand to stop her leaving. He reached out to her with his free hand sliding it over her hip. He smirked when he felt nothing under the robe but the heat of her skin. He pulled her closer to him, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her body pressed against his. His head dropped and his forehead rested on hers.

"Who said you would need any love" he smirked opening his eyes and wrapping his arms around her tightly. Lilah laughed, Klaus smiled at the sound like the melody of a music box. She stood on her tip toes and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

"I'll be right back" she said looking into Klaus shocked face.

Klaus nodded and took her hand again pressing a kiss to it. She smiled and pulled away. She made her way over to the door and looked back at Klaus smiling. Klaus watched her close the door behind her and sighed. He pulled his shirt of and chucked it on a chair making his way to the bathroom for a cold shower.

Lilah made her way down the corridor, her fingertips ghosting over the walls. Her gaze took in the large corridor, the ornate wooden carvings and the shiny wooden floor. She reached the white door that hid Rebekah's room from the corridor, her name in elegant golden script reminded her of the one that was in the apartment the two girls shared in the 1890's. Lilah stopped outside the room and looked down to her feet, realising they were bare, she laughed to herself. Reaching up she raised her fist and rapped in the door three times.

"Coming" was heard faintly from inside. The door opened and Lilah looked up to see a very shocked Rebekah Mikaelson standing opposite her.

"Lilah?" she asked as if the woman in front of her was nothing but a mirage

"Bekah" Lilah smiled

Rebekah just smiled and threw herself at her best friend pulling her into hug so tight that if she needed to breath she would be finding the action extremely difficult right now.

"Bekah, crushing ribs"

Rebekah let her go and Lilah took a deep breath as her ribs healed themselves.

"I'm sorry, I am just so happy to see you. When Klaus told me you were dead I… the last time I saw you was the night of the riot."

"I'm okay now and let's not dwell on the past"

"Have you seen Klaus"

"Yes, your mother led me to his room"

"My mother"

"She was the one that bought me back"

"Oh I see"

"Let's not dwell, I have nothing to wear"

"OOOO shopping tomorrow"

"Of course, but right now I need to borrow some night clothes and go back to Klaus before he thinks I am dead again"

"Of course, let me see what I have"

Rebekah dug around in a draw and pulled out a pair of pink silk shorts and white cotton strappy top. Lilah, cocked her head to the side and raised her eyebrows and the offending eyebrows but took them anyway.

"Come to me tomorrow I will lend you some clothes and we can go shopping"

Lilah nodded, and changed in Rebekah's bathroom.

Klaus came out of the bathroom; he was rubbing his damp hair with a fluffy white towel. His necklaces rested on his chest and a pair of lounge pants hung low on his hips. Klaus looked over to the bed and smiled, Lilah was sitting there in a pair of rather short silk shorts that revealed her long legs and white strappy top that hugged her body tightly that revealed a small strip of her stomach. The absence of a bra was not lost of Klaus as the top that Rebekah had given her left little to his imagination. She was sitting on the bed, her legs tucked underneath her body, her nose buried in a leather bound books from one of his shelves

"Good book Darling"

"The Great Gatsby Nik"

"Ahh your favourite,"

She patted the bed beside her, her eyes not leaving the book. Klaus chuckled and climbed up next her pulling her into his arms. She fell to the side, giggling she un-tucked her legs and settled herself in his embrace. She looked up at Klaus and smiled, Klaus lovingly stroked the side on her face, and hesitantly leant down to her.

"It's alright Nik"

Klaus took a deep breath and pressed his lips to hers gently. She smiled in the kiss and relaxed into his embrace. Klaus pulled away and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Read to me Love" Klaus asked. Lilah looked up at him and smiled flipping to the front of the book.

"In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice I've been turning over in my mind ever since..."