FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT
Estimated a three parts/chapters Fan Fiction
Caroline & Klaus
Katherine & Elijah
With the participation of: Rebekah and Matt; Marcel, Camille, Hayley, Sophie.
From: Lovely Vero
Please note: this short fiction is set before 5x11; therefore Klaus and Caroline did not meet since his departure from Mystic Falls.
Song inspiration: "For your entertainment" by Adam Lambert.
Previously, in the city of New Orleans…
"Camille … Camille O'Connell." She replied, while nodding her head.
"Well here's to you then, Camille O'Connell, barmaid from New-Orleans!" Caroline raised her glass in the air, before biting all teeth into the piece of lime, licking the salt on her left hand, and finally gulping her glass. "Woo that is what I needed!"
"Now why aren't you telling me why two strangers, both women, one human and the other vampire, are doing in my bar?" Camille pointed a gun at Katherine's head. "What do you want?"
"Is she pointing a gun at my head?" Katherine asked Caroline, while turning her sight toward the blonde vampire. "Oh this is going to give me a huge headache, I can feel it already." She added, while rubbing both of her temples.
ooOoo
Matt steeped outside of the little boutique of souvenirs where he had purchased a New-Orleans t-shirt, before strolling like a tourist on the sidewalks of the old city.
"Matt?" He heard his name being called, before suddenly holding his pace, and remaining immobile for a few seconds, a range of shivers hitting his spine all at once. He finally turned his body around to face her interlocutor.
"Oh my God it's you? What are you doing here?" Rebekah asked, in shock.
"Hi Rebekah, you're looking good." Matt replied; while swallowing a lump in his throat.
Chapter 2
"The show must go on"
"What … I … I don't understand? What are you doing here, I mean today of all days?" Rebekah stammered through her sentence, while repeating her question and shaking her head in disbelief, with her right hand placed on her forehead.
"Oh … Mm…. I, well I bought a souvenir t-shirt at that boutique; it's in that bag." Matt raised his gift bag in the air, left under an intense fire reaching both of his cheeks. Dumb ass, Matt Donovan, this is the lamest excuse you could have found?
Rebekah closed her eyes for a few seconds, while sighing loudly; before reaching Matt's standing position, only to forcefully grab his left forearm to bring him in the hideaway of an empty alley.
"You want to try another version of that lie, Matt?" She questioned arched eyebrows; while pushing the young human man on the bricks wall, her right hand firmly placed on his raising chest.
"Ok, ok … Geez, Rebekah no need to push me around on bricks wall!" He squirmed underneath her, to regain his free movements.
"Oh come on, Matt; we both know that you like it rough, sometimes, if you are in presence of the right company." She let a smile curve the right side of her pink lips, a twinkle of devilish seduction coming from her sight.
"Well, maybe… But this is not one of those moments." Matt replied, smirking; while softly grabbing Rebekah's right wrist, to push it at arm length.
If only I could place my hands around Katherine Pierce's neck, right now! He thought in silence, while being the victim of this bad predicament that he had put both of his feet inside because of her stupid plan!
"So? You're strolling in the streets of New-Orleans, while buying yourself a t-shirt?" Rebekah shrugged her shoulders; before crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"No… Well, yes …" Matt stammered, while trying to find a logical explanation for his presence in the city. "Actually I made a detour to visit New-Orleans. To make it short I was called on a family business in a nearby city, for a far relative of my mother."
"You made a detour?" Rebekah repeated his own say, surprised. "For me … I mean…That is not what I meant …It wasn't for me obviously." She stammered, redness reaching both of her cheeks. "I meant it as… Is there someone that you wanted to see in here?" She asked, hopeful.
"Well, yah, in a major way… I was hoping to see you." Matt replied, truthfully; while rubbing his hands together, before raising his sight in the one of the youngest of the Originals. It was not so much of a lie, after all, she was the big reason why he had accepted Katherine's plan.
"Oh … Wow! Well, it's nice to see you too, Matt." She let a smile spread on her lips. "But, if I was not passing by at the same moment you were walking on this street yourself, we wouldn't have met?" She narrowed her sight, suspiciously.
"I know … I'm sorry…But I figured that maybe words would come to you that I was in town." He lowered his head, shameful. "And then I thought of finding you myself; and I basically bowed out of my initial plan, because I wasn't sure if you would actually want to see me."
Rebekah took an extra step to reach his standing position, while raising both of her hands on his muscular chest; before crossing her arms around his neck, her body glued to Matt's.
"What made you think that I wouldn't be happy to see you?" She asked, playful, while mouthing the words over his mouth; before lowering her head to softly kiss his bottom lip.
"Obviously, I was a fool." Matt grinned, while raising both of his hands to cup Rebekah's face, before exchanging a few kisses with her.
"Yes, you were a fool." She managed to murmur, under his sensual assault. "You're here for long?" She inquired, while burying both of her hands in his tick dark-blonde hair, before sliding her lips on his jaw line.
"I … It depends." Matt tried to think of a logical answer, damn Katherine! "I'm probably in town for a day and a night." He let this plausible option out of his mouth.
"When is your return-flight to Mystic Falls scheduled?" She inquired, while sliding her wandering hands underneath his plaid shirt to caress his bare skin.
"What?" Matt wondered, while feeling Rebekah's lips slide on the left side of his neck. Damn, damn, damn … Think Donovan, think! "It's open … I mean it's an open-ticket."
"Mm… It's even better." Rebekah winked, before crashing her lips back on Matt's.
"Ok, Calamity Jeanne, with little horses woven on your skirt." Katherine rolled her eyes, while pushing the weapon on the side with the tip of her finger. "This is quite embarrassing for you; sweetheart."
"If you have nothing more to say for yourselves, I suggest that you take both of your asses out of my bar, we have enough on our hands to deal with at the moment, and we don't need more trouble from random lunatics that are coming from outside our city." Camille redirected the weapon back at Katherine's head.
"Oh dear God, if stupidity alone could kill." Katherine sighed, while wrinkling her nose. "Caroline, do something?" She turned her head at Caroline.
"What do you want me to do?" Caroline shrugged her shoulders; while throwing a few peanuts inside her mouth. "I kind of like Camille – the bartender, she's pointing a gun at your head, what's not to like?" She grinned, while giggling under the hilarity of the situation.
"Caroline, faster I get my hands on the information that I need; faster you'll be back to Mystic Falls, while playing your dumb role of student in college." Katherine winced, unhappy.
"Ok, fine… But, only because I'm fed up with you bossing me around; and the sooner we'll get back to Mystic Falls, the sooner I'll have you off my back!" Caroline agreed, reluctantly, while vamping her way behind the bar, before grabbing the weapon from Camille's hand, while pushing the blonde barmaid on the shelves unit with a hand firmly placed around her neck. "Ok, I really don't want to hurt you right now; and I'm kind of sorry, and believe me, if I could I would point a gun at her head too." Caroline presented her apologies.
"Hey!" Katherine protested; vehemently, at Caroline say.
"But you kind of started it. So now, if you promise to keep calm and act like a welcoming barmaid, I'll let you go free, do we have a deal?" Caroline proposed, calmly. "Because you see Camille, it's not very welcoming to point gun on people's heads, even on hers."
Camille choked, breathless, with Caroline's hand keeping a pressure on her throat, before raising both of her hands to grab the vampire's wrists, but without being able to free herself of this hand of steel imprisonment.
"We don't want to harm you, so do we have a deal?" Caroline questioned the blonde barmaid.
Camille nodded her head in approval, before suddenly being released of the vampire's grip on her neck, while coughing several times to catch a breath into her lungs.
"Now, dear Camille, if you cooperate, we'll be out of your way in less than a minute." Katherine smirked, while handing the barmaid her empty glass. "Can I have a refill on the house, please?" She let a smile spread over her lips. "I'll take it as your apology for pointing a gun at my head."
"So, what a bitch like you can't find all by herself? And, therefore would need my help to achieve her hunt?" Camille wondered; while pouring more scotch into the glass.
"Did she just call me a "bitch"?" Katherine asked Caroline, who took her sitting position back at her side.
"I just really dislike that I had to chook her neck, because she is obviously very intelligent to recognize one when she sees one." Caroline replied, smirking.
"You know what, Camille; you keep up this way and I could actually start to like you, minus the skirt with the horses, it's simply atrocious." Katherine winced, in disgust. "Because, sweetheart you really need a course in fashion 101 pronto, and me who thought that you were badly dressed." She added to Caroline.
"Hey! Watch your mouth." Caroline warned; while pointing a finger underneath Katherine's nose. "I have a great sense of fashion; I just don't dress like a prostitute like you do."
"Ouch!" Katherine protested, before shrugging and smiling. "I'll take it as a compliment."
"So I figure you did not enter this bar to talk about my fashion sense." Camille added, while pushing a filled glass in front of Katherine's sight. "I've heard you're from Mystic Falls, this could only mean trouble in the name of Klaus Mikaelson." She rolled her eyes, while sighing loudly. "What did that jerk do now?"
'You know Klaus … I mean, you know him… Well?" Caroline raised her head and sight, redness reaching her cheeks. "Are the two of you close or something?" She added, with the beats of her heart pounding loudly in her chest. Get a grip on yourself, Forbes… Even if this was true it's not of your damn business or concerns; and he is nothing to you!
"Who doesn't in this town? He has been running the life of everybody around here since his arrival." Camille shrugged; in annoyance. "But as I'm seeing your own reaction, you seem to know him better than I do; maybe it's you who's closer to him than me?"
"Oh please… I barely can stand the man; let just say he's been running my life and the life of my friends back in Mystic Falls as well." Caroline shook her head.
"I'm blinking my eyes repeatedly; while trying to stay awake under both of your load of fat lies." Katherine rolled her eyes, before gulping the content of her glass, while wincing under the strong taste of the alcohol. "And you Camille, I would bet my Chanel panties that he compelled you more than once."
Camille winced under her visitor imply, while narrowing his sight on Katherine.
"What… What are you even implying now, Katherine?" Caroline mumbled, angrily, between her teeth, while turning her sight toward the brunette. "Speak your thought or close your big mouth for God sake!"
"Really, you want to play it that way? Fine! You're both infatuated by the psycho, and yet you're playing the damsels in distress, with one of Adele sad song in the background to amplify the bullshit that is coming from both of your mouths." Katherine shrugged her shoulders.
"I beg your pardon! You know nothing about me … I couldn't care less if that man would die in the hands of Satan!" Camille objected; vehemently.
"Well, granted honey that it's better for you to think that way, because you're just a copy-cat substitute in Klaus's disturbed mind to replace that one who's sitting beside me." Katherine titled her head toward Caroline.
"What in hell are you even bubbling about?" Caroline busted, furiously; while narrowing her sight on Katherine.
"Oh come on Caroline you can't be that dumb or blind? Why am I the only one with some sort of an I.Q. in this room?" Katherine wondered, while massaging her temples. "Camille, Caroline, see a glimpse of resemblance in both first names … Both blondes, both the same height, both adorable nerdy women with the same rage to fight the big bad hybrid, do I really need to spill it out more?" She rolled her eyes. "The man is obviously so infatuated by you that he needed to find a copy-cat version to replace your damn ass."
"You don't know what you're talking about." Caroline winced, while lowering her sight and placing both of her closed fists on the bar counter.
"Ok, I don't know what kind of sick game you two are playing, but I just want out of it, so ask me whatever you want to ask me so I can get rid of you both." Camille suggested, while crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Sophie Devereaux, the witch, you know her?" Katherine asked the bartender, while raising an eyebrow.
"Perhaps, what do you want with her?" Camille shrugged. "Just so you know she is not Klaus's number one fan either."
"Actually, what I want with her as nothing to do with Klaus, this city or your growing problems under his power." Katherine shrugged. "It's related to a personal matter."
"She is not one of my closest friends, but … Nevertheless, she's from here, and I don't wish for a stranger to harm her in any way. What is telling me that you are not here to cause her trouble?" Camille narrowed her sight on Katherine, while raising her chin in the air.
"She won't." Caroline reassured, while shaking her head.
"Oh yah … And why should I believe you?" Camille asked the blonde vampire.
"Simply because I know the reason why she wants to find that witch, and if she harms her in any way, she'll have to answer back to me afterward, I promise this to you, Camille." Caroline nodded, respectfully.
"It seems fair to me." Katherine let a smile spread on her lips. "What do you say Camille, bartender of New-Orleans, you're going to help me?"
Camille sighed loudly; while pouring herself a glass of Tequila, before drinking its content in a single gulp.
"Ok, the only thing that I've come across to hear is about a party that Marcel Gerard, Klaus's right arm, is hosting tonight." Camille informed both women. "I couldn't say more, because I'm not informed of all the details. But, maybe you'll find Sophie there, or in near proximity of the event."
"Interesting, a party you're saying..." Katherine grinned. "Are you up to attend a party, girlfriend?" The brunette slowly turned her head and sight toward Caroline, before winking at the young vampire.
Caroline took her sitting position, while slamming close the passenger door of the convertible, before turning her mad glance at Katherine.
"What was that, are you out of your mind?" She lashed out at the brunette, while gesturing with her arms.
"What was what?" Katherine asked, dumbfounded; while placing her sunglasses on top of her nose; before starting the engine of the sport car.
"The: "Camille is my copy-cat person because Klaus can't get me out of his mind" bullshit?" Caroline exploded, in fury. "This is simply the stupidest thing I've ever heard, and that you've ever said, Katherine; and God knows that you've said a fair part of stupid things since I've met you."
"Mm… Whatever, you want me to draw you a picture?" Katherine titled her head. "Geez, Caroline wake-up and smell what is roasting in the hybrid's mind already."
"No, I don't want you to draw me a picture; because he has already done that for me, thank you very much!" Caroline frowned, while crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Wait, what? Klaus Mikealson; the "look at me I have a demonic ego the size of the planet" draw you something?" Katherine pushed her sunglasses on the tip of her nose, before turning her head to glance at her female companion. "You're sure Camille, the horse's woman, did not put something in your drink?" She teased.
"No. It's real, he drew me a …" Caroline sighed loudly, redness reaching her cheeks.
"He drew you what for God sake, Caroline?" Katherine wondered, impatient. "Oh no, he did not drew him naked I hope?"
"Eww… No!" Caroline objected, vehemently. "He drew me a … A horse."
Katherine stared at Caroline for a few seconds, while remaining motionless and speechless, before tilting her head back and bursting into laughter.
"Well; I'm so happy you're finding this amusing and are laughing at me at the moment." Caroline mumbled, angrily, between her teeth; before taking a quick glimpse at Katherine. "And stop grinning at my misery, would you?!"
"I can't help it; I'm giving myself a mental high five at the moment, Caroline." Katherine smirked. "What was I saying about Camille, mm? And I was right!" She added, proudly. "Damn, you did a number on the man; it's not for nothing I brought you along, in last resort I can push you in front of my human body as a shield of protection." She winked.
Caroline frowned, while sighing loudly and rolling her eyes.
"Oh come on Caroline, don't tell me that it's not flattering your ego to have the most powerful hybrid in the world being infatuated by you?" Katherine asked, smiling. "I wouldn't believe you if you were telling me otherwise."
"Well…" Caroline let a smile slowly raise both corners of her lips. "It has its perks." She shrugged, falsely indifferent. "And what about you Miss Katherine Pierce… Is it safe to say that a certain Original shook your solid foundations once?" She pushed the note; perniciously.
"I don't know what you're talking about?" Katherine played the indifferent; before suddenly losing her smile, while keeping her sight on the route.
"Was it a certain Elijah Mikaelson?" Caroline raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"We had a brief alliance in the past, nothing that would make me throw myself under a train for that man." Katherine lied through her teeth, while shrugging her shoulders.
"Liar, pants on fire!" Caroline pointed a finger toward her friend-enemy.
"Fine, we had a "thing", but it's buried underneath a load of resentment and … pain. I don't want to talk about it." She replied; while swallowing a lump in her throat.
"Wow! If I was not seeing it with my own two eyes, I wouldn't believe it." Caroline exclaimed, in shock.
"What are you talking about?" Katherine replied, evasively.
"Katherine Pierce has genuine feelings for the man, like "real ones"." Caroline noticed, amazed.
"What are you talking about, Caroline; you know me, I'm in the game only for myself and nobody else." Katherine replied, dryly.
"That is a bowl of crap and you know it!" Caroline replied. "How is he? I mean, Elena told me about him, but we never officially met?"
"He's tall, dark hair and eyes, gentleman's demeanor." Katherine listed, toneless.
"I meant how he is inside? Is he … I mean, is he like Klaus?" Caroline wondered, out loud.
"He's honorable; he has a sense of the highest loyalty toward his family and the ones he loves, he stand for his own beliefs and is unshakable on them." Katherine explained the man's traits to Caroline.
"Wow… I don't know what to say." Caroline said, truthfully.
"Yah, I know, you can say it out loud, Caroline; Elijah Mikealson has all the qualities that I don't have… Go ahead, I'm used to it." Katherine replied, slyly.
"That's not what I was thinking at all." Caroline replied. "I was thinking that it's kind of sad that he couldn't be in your life, Katherine; I think you would have balanced each other." She added, while shrugging. "I think it's obvious that you had feelings for him, so I'm sorry, it's always heartbreaking to fall for someone that will never return our feelings."
Katherine startled at Caroline's say in surprise, while turning her head and sight toward her female companion, before letting a shy smile appear on her lips as a thank you gesture.
"Oh my God… We forgot Matt!" Caroline raised both of her opened palms on her red cheeks.
"You mean Matty-blue-blue? No need to worry about him." Katherine smirked. "At this time, he must be rolling around in Rebekah's bed sheets." She added, winking. "And I hope he'll have the decency to thank me for it afterward."
"Gentlemen, welcome!" Marcel greeted both Klaus and Elijah, with a spotless smile and wide opened arms.
"Marcel, spectacular settings like always." Klaus noticed, smiling; before scattering the theatrical set-up: the live jazz band, the exotic waitresses barely dress of black corsets; filet pantyhose, and black high hells shoes, an opened bar, several tables of casino games, while a few escorts were sitting on the laps of male invitees, with in addition, a round stage with a set-up of a few poles.
"And you did not see the main attraction yet; I've heard it's to die for." Marcel winked. "Elijah? I'm actually surprised to see you, what was it that made you change your mind?"
"You know me; I can't resist a good cigar and a game of poker." Elijah nodded, respectfully, while sliding an indifferent sight on the décor.
"There's that and also the fact that Hayley is kept safe in the upstairs quarter, it's easing my brother apprehension." Klaus winced at the thought.
"Well, at least; one of us is thinking of her and your future child's welfare." Elijah replied, tit for tat. "Now, if you would excuse me, gentlemen; a private affair is requiring my attention." He nodded, respectfully, before strolling between the tables.
"I sense a family quarrel?" Marcel smirked; perniciously; while glancing at Klaus from the corners of his eyes.
"None sense, it's merely a convivial exchange between me and my brother, you see we are like wild animals who love to set the limits of our own territory." Klaus replied, dryly. "Now; my throat is dry, my friend; I need a drink or two?" He added, while tilting his head; a smirk spreading on his lips.
"Come my way, Niklaus." Marcel replied, smiling, while directing his steps toward the main bar.
"I don't like to be summoned, Mister Mikaelson." Sophie Devereaux raised her chin, unhappy; while crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"I can relate to that feeling Miss Devereaux, and I present you my deepest apologies." Elijah nodded his head, respectfully, before turning his head toward Hayley. "Thank you for asking her to come here."
"Oh… Yah, it's ok, you've done a lot for me and for… You know, the child." Hayley replied, while caressing her belly. "I could at least do this for you."
"Now if you wouldn't mind, Hayley?" Elijah raised an eyebrow.
"Of course, I leave you at whatever this is … To you private exchange." Hayley nodded, while retracing her steps toward the exit, before leaving the room while closing the door behind her back.
"So, what do you want from me? I don't know Davina's whereabouts at the moment, so I can't be of help." Sophie shrugged her shoulders.
"I need your expertise for a personal matter." Elijah expressed, while showing her to take a sitting position, before taking his own on an armchair.
"I'm listening." Sophie responded, while sitting down.
"There's an acquaintance of mine who had in her possession the cure." Elijah started to explain.
"When you say the cure…" Sophie arched an eyebrow. "You mean the cure for the vampirism?"
"Yes." Elijah confirmed.
"Wow! It's quite something to have this kind of power in your possession." Sophie exclaimed, in shock.
"I guess you can say that." Elijah lowered his sight, while sighing. "Story short, this person handed the cure to me; and I wasn't wise enough to handle this "gift" in a trust worthy and honorable way."
"Therefore; the cure was handed afterward to the wrong hands, if I understand correctly?" Sophie inquired, curious.
"Yes." Elijah nodded. "And after a following of events, Katerina, who had given her trust to me, become the same one who swallowed it." He added, wincing.
"She drank the cure?" Sophie opened her eyes widely. "You do realize there's a huge price to pay attached to this cure?"
"Now, yes I do." Elijah sighed loudly, while frowning and passing a hand through his tangled hair. "She became human again, and she is dying at the moment. Her human cells are aging rapidly."
"I heard about the side effects." Sophie nodded her head.
"I feel responsible in more ways than one." The original added, while nervously rubbing his hands together. "I just want to help her; and I know she would be too stubborn to even consider asking for my help." He added, while rising on his legs, before pacing back and forth.
"You care for her, don't you?" Sophie noticed, impressed.
"Mm?" He mumbled the sound, lost in his own thoughts.
"This Katerina, you care deeply for her." Sophie repeated.
"We … We have past." Elijah responded, while keeping his private thoughts. "Can you help in any way?"
"Frankly, I don't know, it's very complex, you can't go against the balance of nature, and then ask for it to replace everything as the way it was when you did it wrong in the first place." Sophie tried to explain.
"Could you at least try, please?" Elijah asked the young witch. "I beg of you."
"Ok we're here, this is the party spot." Katherine murmured, before hiding herself behind the backstage black velvet curtains, while taking a quick glimpse between the two panels, before pushing Caroline behind her back.
"Katherine! If this is supposed to calm me down, you're sadly mistaking… We're trespassing for God sake!" Caroline mumbled, angrily, between her teeth.
"Shush!" Katherine warned Caroline; while pushing her right hand over Caroline's mouth to silence her.
"Hey did you hear noise backstage?" One of Marcel's men asked his companion.
"Nah, you're hearing things, man … The pole dancers are supposed to arrive soon." The blond man winked at the other. "This will be hot, yes sir!"
"Tell me about it." The other replied, while walking away.
"Are you crazy?" Caroline murmured, when Katherine pulled her hand away from her mouth. "What if we get cut?"
"We won't if we keep quiet!" Katherine put her finger in top of her lips.
"What makes you certain that we are at the right party?" Caroline whispered near Katherine's left ear. "There could be hundreds of party being held in New-Orleans tonight."
"First I saw a brunette, the exact same description that Camille gave us. She climbed the stairs to the upstairs quarter, secondly; take a look at your hybrid if you don't believe me." Katherine suggested, while pushing Caroline toward the curtains. "You know hundreds of party that Klaus Mikaelson would attend?"
"What… Is here… I mean here, here?" Caroline stammered through her question, beats of her heart suddenly rising high in her chest.
"Take a look, I'm telling you." Katherine ordered, while tilting her head toward the curtains.
Caroline slowly pushed the curtains open, before taking a glimpse at the packed scenery, with the penumbra of the room and the cloud of cigars-smoke blocking her sight for a few seconds. She finally noticed the casino tables, the black skin man playing jazz at the piano, with a few choristers placed by his side in front of their microphones, a few very light dressed waitresses bringing alcohol to the tables, and then standing near the bar counter, she finally saw him!
Klaus Mikaelson was sipping a glass of alcohol, his upper body nonchalantly leaning on the edge of the counter, a smirk raising the left side of his manly lips in a well-known rictus. Caroline suddenly closed the curtain-panels in front of her sight, while closing her eyes, and taking deep breaths in to her lungs.
"What are you doing now? Don't tell me you'll to faint at the mere sight of him?" Katherine winced at the idea.
"No, wait…I want to take another look." Caroline got a grip at her all-over-the-place mixed emotions, before taking an additional glimpse at the party scenery. "Tell me, Elijah Mikaelson, does he smoke cigars in a very gentlemanly way?" She smirked, while teasing Katherine.
"What? Let me see!" Katherine pushed the blonde vampire away, before taking a quick glimpse at the casino table. "It's him." She confirmed, while swallowing a nervous lump in her throat. "We have no time for this!" She added, firmly; while pushing the panels close. "I have a plan and I won't let anything or anyone come in my way."
"How do you expect us to reach Sophie Devereaux now?" Caroline asked.
"Hey? What are you doing backstage?" Two women appeared by their sides, with their closed fists placed on each side of their hips.
"I could ask you the same questions, my darlings?" Katherine faced both women, while raising her chin and crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"We're the exotic poll female dancers." One of the two made the introduction. "And who are you?"
Katherine turned her smirking face toward Caroline, while tilting her head at the young vampire.
"You got to be kidding me, Katherine?" Caroline objected, vehemently. "No, no and no… This is suicidal!"
"Sorry ladies, you won't execute your little dance number tonight, because we are your replacement." Katherine turned her head back to glance at both of the exotic dancers, with a smile plastered, from ear to ear, on her lips.
"You seem more taciturn than usual tonight, something on your mind; Niklaus?" Marcel asked, while shaking the ice cubes in his glass. "Or should I say someone in mind?" He added, while raising an eyebrow.
"Don't be foolish, Marcel; I'm barely enjoying myself with a drink at hand, and your nice company of course." Klaus replied, with a smile plastered on his lips, but a veil of sadness filling his eyes.
"You mean several of them, aren't you?" Marcel nodded to several empty glasses placed on the bar counter in front of Klaus's standing position.
"I don't need a father figure in my life, Marcel." Klaus frowned, unhappy. "I thought it's me who was filling those shoes in your life."
"I'm just noticing your "unhappiness"." Marcel shrugged. "Maybe it's related to a lady? Could it be?"
"If you're worrying about "Camille" the lovely bartender, as if I have my mind set on her, you can put your worries to rest, my friend." Klaus replied, tit for tat; while grabbing Marcel's right shoulder. "But I don't like that you're chasing two hares at the same time; leave my sister alone, are we clear?" The hybrid murmured in Marcel's ear, a sadistic smile raising both sides of his lips.
"I don't know what you're talking about?" Marcel replied, coughing; redness reaching his ebony cheeks.
"Sure you don't." Klaus replied, while drinking the rest of his glass in one single gulp. "As for Camille… She reminds me of someone that I used to know and care for, and that I can't get out of my mind, unfortunately." He winced, unhappy; while signing the bartender to bring him another glass.
"Wow! A woman, who's able to get a solid grip on Klaus Mikaelson, is someone that I definitely want to meet." Marcel grinned.
The giggling sounds came from underneath the bed sheet, while a playful erotic combat for power seemed to take place. Rebekah pushed the fabric down on her chest, while rolling in top of Matt, before taking a sitting position on his hips.
"You've certainly not lose your edge, Matt Donovan." She noticed, a smile raising the corners of her lips, while pushing his arms above his head on the pillow.
"I say, right back at you, Rebekah Mikaelson." He grinned, before raising his upper body to bite the tip of her nose.
"Hey! Not fair…" She protested, while capturing his bottom lip into a kiss, before releasing her grip on his wrists.
Matt grabbed both sides of Rebekah's waist before rolling on top of her, with both their laughter to fill the emptiness of the manor.
"You're crazy, Donovan!" She exclaimed, joyfully; while crossing her arms around his neck.
"Mm… I'm crazy for the delicious curve of your neck." He relied, smiling; while leaving a trail of kisses on her satin skin. "Nice place you have here by the way."
"You think? Yah, it's not bad." She shrugged, while scattering the penumbra of her bedroom suite. "It was our home back in the past days of our presence in New-Orleans, and now with the baby coming … It's nice to call this place home again."
"The baby… What baby?" Matt raised his head, dumbfounded, to stare into Rebekah's eyes.
"Oh… it's true, you don't know?" Rebekah realized, while straightening her upper body on the decorative pillows placed behind her back, on the bed. "Klaus and the werewolf girl, Hayley Marshall, they are having a child together; something about a nature loophole the size of Texas state. My brother was able to father a child with his werewolf genes." She shrugged, mostly indifferent. "This is not bad in itself, if Elijah had not set his mind on helping the girl; to become the foster parent if something would go wrong in Klaus's mind."
"What?" Matt exclaimed, in shock; while pushing the sheet, before sitting on the edge of the bed, with his head buried in his hands. "Oh my God, Caroline…"
"What is Caroline has to do with all of this?" Rebekah asked; while wrapping her naked body with the sheet fabric. "Ok, granted my brother is probably still infatuated by her, but they are miles apart now."
"No, they're not!" Matt exclaimed. "She is in New-Orleans with Katherine Pierce; they are set on finding a witch named Sophie Devereaux, and are probably on both of your brothers' tails."
"What?" Rebekah jumped on her feet, while pulling the sheet away from the bed. "They are here, in New-Orleans? Are you telling me you're a part of their little prank?"
"No! Believe me … I was kidnapped by Katherine against my will, and brought here." Matt tried to convince her.
"You were kidnapped for what purposes?" Rebekah asked, suspiciously.
"Well…" Matt tried to explain; while wincing at his inaptitude to stipulate the truth.
"Oh God… You're here to distract me, aren't you?" Rebekah finally realized.
"Why are you hiding behind the curtain? Come out, Caroline, this is not the time to play hide and seek!" Katherine mumbled, angrily; between her teeth, while pulling-up, the bare minimal costume, on her breasts.
"No I won't, I can't show myself in this costume." Caroline replied, in fury. "It's covering nothing!"
"Well, that's the point." Katherine replied, while grabbing Caroline's left arm to pull her out of her hiding place.
"I'm naked to the eyes; I won't go on this stage dressed like this!" Caroline pointed a finger underneath Katherine's nose.
"Yes, you will; that is exactly the point of all of this set-up." Katherine narrowed her sight on the blonde vampire. "We'll go on the stage; and we'll do our little number of seduction."
"Katherine, are you out of your mind?" Caroline lashed out at the brunette. "By the time we'll be on stage, both Klaus and Elijah will recognize us, and we'll be in deep trouble."
"That is why I need you to flunk your feminine assets in the hybrid's face. He'll be too astonished to see you half naked on stage that he'll have no time to think about me. Furthermore, it's a packed audience; he'll be restricted in his move." Katherine explained her plan. "And it will give me plenty of time to go upstairs to talk to Sophie Devereaux."
"Oh my God, I'm sure now that you've reached your insanity point!" Caroline massaged both of her temples. "How in hell will you get out of this place after talking to the witch? And what will you do if Elijah managed to find you?"
"Don't worry about Elijah; I'll take care of him, in the meantime keep the psycho at arm length from me." Katherine replied, while grabbing both of Caroline's shoulders.
"Well, well, well… What do we have here?" One of Marcel's men exclaimed, while entering the backstage lodge, before sliding his sight at their half-naked bodies. "Are the ladies ready to give the performance of their life?" He inquired.
"Oh but … Bien sur mon chéri!" Katherine replied in French, while winking at the vampire man.
"Are you ready for the main event, gentlemen?" Marcel asked, while sliding his arms around both of Klaus's and Elijah's shoulders.
"Not really my thing, but I take an interest in your enthusiasm." Elijah replied, smiling; while bringing his glass of Bourbon to his lips.
"I'm sure Marcel knows what he's talking about." Klaus smirked. "Pleasure for the eyes, I believe?"
"Oh you have no idea." Marcel winked at the hybrid, at the moment the room went pitch-black under the exclamation of surprise of the male audience.
The up-lifting beat of a pop melody filled the silence of the room, with two spotlights directed at the center of the stage, where two poles had been set. The lyrics of the song filled the emptiness, accompanied by the whistling sounds and loud shout out of the men.
So hot out the box can we pick up the pace,
Turn it up, heat it up I need to be entertained
Push the limit, are you with it?
Baby don't be afraid; I'm a hurt 'ya real good; baby
A gorgeous brunette and blonde bombshell finally appeared in front of the audience, while being welcomed under a wild round of applauses; both of their backs turned at the crowd sights, while swinging their behinds to raise their growing enthusiasm.
"What did I tell you?" Marcel winked at both Klaus and Elijah.
Let's go it's my show
Baby do what I say,
Don't trip off the glitz that I'm gonna display;
I told ya I'ma hold ya,
Down until you're amazed,
Give it to you 'til you're screaming my name
Both female dancers finally turned their bodies around to face the ground; the brightness of the spotlights blurring their sights for a few seconds, before grabbing their respective pole to execute a spinning figure.
"Fuck!" Elijah exclaimed, in shock; and with his eyes wide opened; before coughing the alcohol out of his throat.
"Are you ok, man?" Marcel wondered in concerns, while giving the Original a few slaps in his back to help him swallow. "And did you just say fuck?" He asked, amazed.
No escaping when I start,
Once I'm in I own your heart,
There's no way you'll ring the alarm,
So hold on until it's over
"What in hell?" Klaus exclaimed, himself, with keeping his sight narrowed on the stage and on the blonde performer.
"Klaus, my man you're drooling alcohol all over yourself!" Marcel exclaimed, while pulling the glass from the hybrid's hand. "What the hell is wrong with you two, it's like you've never seen female strippers in all your life?"
"Not that particular one, that is for sure!" Elijah exclaimed, while pointing in Katherine's direction.
"What?" Klaus asked, dumbfounded. "Who are you talking about?"
"Who are you talking about?" Elijah shrugged, dumbfounded.
"Caroline…" Klaus passed his right hand over his face. "She's on stage."
"What… You mean the "Caroline Forbes" from Mystic Falls?" Elijah exclaimed, in shock; while passing a hand through his tangled hair.
"And what is Katerina Petrova doing on that stage with Caroline?" Klaus growled, furiously, while taking a step forward.
"You'll have to pass over me to reach her." Elijah warned his brother, while forcefully grabbing Klaus's right upper arm.
"You still have a thing for her… Unbelievable!" Klaus lashed out, angrily, at his brother.
"If one of you could explain what is going on here, it would be grandly appreciated." Marcel asked, dumbfounded. "Wait a second, is this Caroline Forbes the one you were previously talking about?"
Ohhh, do you know what you got into,
Can you handle what I'm about to do,
'Cause it's about to get rough for you,
I'm here for your entertainment…
"You need to act now, Caroline!" Katherine murmured, near the blonde vampire's right ear, while pushing her up-front on the stage, before slowly taking a backstage position, while scattering the room in search of the nearest staircase possibility.
Katherine managed to reach the upstairs quarter quite easily, before leading her rapid walk toward a double door entrance.
"Katerina!" She startled, while hearing her name being shout out into the corridor; before recognizing the particular timber of the male voice. "Do you care to explain?"
Damn it, damn it, damn it! She closed her eyes tightly, while wincing in anger. Why was Elijah Mikaelson always able to predict her move before she could even make them herself?
"Oh it's you … Elijah; what are you doing here?" She slowly turned on herself, while facing the Original; before letting a smile spread on her lips. "Did you enjoy the show?" She asked, casually; while seductively placing her right hand on her hips.
"Don't you even try to flirt your way out of this, woman." Elijah mumbled, angrily; between his teeth, while slowly reaching her standing position, both of his closed fists firmly placed on each side of his waist.
"You're looking well? How's life in New-Orleans, Mm?" She inquired, shakily; while backing away slowly from his approach.
"You want to try something else now? Like the truth for a change?" Elijah asked, while narrowing his sight on the brunette; before taking an extra step in her direction.
She risked all out, while suddenly turning her back at the Original, before storming toward the far end of the corridor, pushing both doors open, to find herself in front of the said witch.
"Are you Sophie Devereaux?" Katerina asked, breathless; but hopeful.
"Yes, who wants to know?" Sophie responded, while narrowing her sight on the female intruder.
"Who's she?" Hayley asked, while strolling near the commotion, a hand placed on her belly.
"Let me present to you, Katerina Petrova." Elijah made the presentation formal to both women, while entering the room, his sight narrowed on Katherine, who rolled her eyes at him.
"Let go of my arm!" Caroline ordered, while squirming to get herself free of Klaus's firm grip on her.
"There's nothing more to see in here!" The powerful hybrid yelled to the silent and now petrify crowd, while getting rid of his blazer, before sliding the fabric on Caroline's shoulders. "I suggest you take your perverted minds elsewhere … And leave, now!" He shouted more, while noticing the male assembly rising on their legs, before directing their steps toward the exit of the room.
Granted it had not been one of her brightest idea to have descended from the main stage to reach Klaus's standing position near the bar, before having slid her arms around the hybrid's neck to create a diversion that would help Katherine reach the staircase.
"What were you thinking?" He mumbled, angrily, between his teeth, while firmly grabbing her right hand before pulling Caroline on his heels to reach the staircase. "You were practically naked in front of all these men."
"Well, geez … I guess I did not receive the memo that you owned me!" She responded; dryly. "Now let go of my hand, Klaus!"
"In your dream, sweetheart; you enter the devil's world now; you'll have to deal with the consequences." Klaus responded, toneless, while climbing the stairs.
"Maybe, maybe … We could discuss downstairs instead, what do you say?" Caroline tried to find a way to delay his ascent in the upstairs quarter.
"Damn it, Caroline, what were you thinking?" He lashed out, while walking through the upstairs corridor. "If you wanted to see me you could have called?"
"Well, actually … It's more complicated than that." She winced, while closing an eye. Oh, this all fiasco would not end well; she could feel it in her guts!
Klaus pushed both doors opened, before bringing the blonde vampire by his side.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, unhappy at the sight of the small group.
"Hayley?" Caroline exclaimed, in surprise; while taking a step forward. "What are you doing in New-Orleans?"
"Well as you can see." Hayley replied, dryly, a twisted smile raising both corners of her lips, while pointing toward her belly. "I can't go anywhere at the moment."
"What … I don't understand … Are you pregnant?" Caroline exclaimed, in shock.
"Oh … Damn it!" Katherine winced at the scene, while stroking her eyelids, before taking a few steps to reach Caroline's standing position. "Caroline, you remember when I've told you that there were bits and pieces you had no knowledge about? Well…."
"Who's the father?" Caroline asked, while disregarding Katherine say and narrowing her sight on the werewolf girl.
"Who do you think is the father?" Hayley responded, smirking.
Caroline remained motionless for a few seconds; her mind realizing a truth that her heart couldn't face, before slowly turning her body around to drown her sight in Klaus's.
"It can't be!" She managed to whisper. "Just tell me that this is not true?"
This chapter has certainly been a fun ride for me to write, let me tell you ;)
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