BLIND LOVE
From: Lovely Vero
Fan Fiction – Alternate Universe TVD & the Originals
Main pairings:
Caroline Forbes & Klaus Mikaelson
Katherine Pierce & Elijah Mikaelson
Also starring:
Bonnie Bennett and Kol
Summary:
After fatally losing her mother, her sight and use of her legs in a car accident, Caroline Forbes is placed in the hands of braille expert and physical therapist Klaus Mikaelson.
Elijah Mikaelson, C.E.O. of Mikaleson & Lockwood lawyers firm, will step over his pride before asking his brother to help his female assistant to regain her physical strength, while giving her all the necessary tools to help her cope with the loss of her sight and ability to walk.
In the process of supporting his employee with the terrible ordeal of losing her mother and need to psychologically cope with all her loses after her car accident, he'll meet the fearless surgeon Katherine Pierce who won't bend easily under his hands of steel.
WARNING! This chapter has very emotional parts in it. Please be advice and read carefully with a box of Kleenex nearby.
CHAPTER 1
Three weeks after the accident…
Klaus Mikaelson stood tall, hands buried in the front pockets of his ripped jeans, in front of the room 234 of the intensive unit wing of the Santa Rosa Hospital. He closed his eyelids a few seconds, a smirk appearing on his full lips.
"Are you carrying burritos from Louisa & Pepe Mexican food restaurant?" He questioned, knowing pertinently from which place that delicious odor was coming from.
"Damn! The smell is that obvious, mm? If Cheryl, the head nurse, sees me carrying this in the hospital corridors, I'm good as dead!" A late twenty something man held his strides, holding the said wrapped beef burritos in his right hand. "What gave it away? Is it the meat odor or was it the spices? And please tell me it's not the fact that I did not shower for the past twenty four hours."
"I would say a bit of both, minus the shower part." Klaus turned on his heels, discreet laughter escaping his lips. "It's "Kol" isn't it?" He politely handed his right hand. "We exchanged a few words the day you came for your interview at the center. You have a first non-common name that I couldn't forget easily." He added, in a more serious tone, a veil of darkness passing quickly over his eyes.
"Yes we surely did. You do have a good memory, sir." The said Kol returned a good handshake and a smile. "Klaus Mikaelson, if my own serves me correctly."
"It does." Klaus shook his interlocutor' hand.
"Though, I have no merit for remembering yours, you're like a legend in your field." Kol mentioned, respectfully.
"I know, opening a beer bottle while only using one of my foot has put me in the Guinness Record book." Klaus winked, playfully.
"Well, I wasn't aware of that particular achievement, but good to know if we ever share beers together. I'm not easily disgusted by feet so you'll know." Kol replied, mockingly. "I've read many of your books on braille technic. They were all instructive and well written."
"Thank you." Klaus replied, without adding more unnecessary comments over the past years of his professional life. "Any news on your application to the center?"
"Well, I've passed the tests that much I know." Kol replied, with a shrug. "Now I'm waiting to see if I'll be the lucky applicant they'll choose. With the face I have, how could they refuse me?" He teased, more.
"I could give a few good words on your behalf to the administrative board if you want?" Klaus suggested, amicably.
"You would seriously do that for me? Man, I don't know what to say?" Kol shook his head in disbelief; while passing a hand through his tangled brown hair. "I would really appreciate it, but … Why would you do that? I mean, usually people don't take the time."
"Well, I prefer they hire someone who would share a beer with me, even if that said beer bottle has been opened with my bare foot." Klaus winked, once more.
"It's a date with your foot and my beer bottle!" He nodded, with a laughter. "So, it's the big day for the patient of 234?"
"First meeting, yes. Time for me to have my head ripped off of my shoulders by the victim. Usually, they are not too incline to meet me." Klaus explained; frowning. "I'm waiting for some technicality just now. A few last authorization papers needed to be signed. She was refusing to transfer to the center to start her rehabilitation treatment until now."
"Listen, I have two burritos in my hands, and a very disciplinary head nurse on my tail so if you could help me eat one real quick I would gladly appreciate it." Kol suggested, while handing one wrapped burritos to Klaus.
"Who am I to say no to a burritos from Louisa & Pepe." Klaus replied, teaser. "I'm salivating just thinking about that fattening piece of fast food."
"There are a few seats a few feet away if you want to sit?" Kol suggested, amicably.
"Lead the way." Klaus suggested.
"Well, "bon appétit"!" The young man greeted, raising his wrapped burritos in the air, before taking his sitting position.
"Same to you, Kol. What's your last name by the way, if you want me to give a good word to the administrative board?" Klaus asked, politely; slowly taking his sitting position by the young man side; before unwrapping the burritos to bite full teeth into it.
"I don't have one." Kol admitted, shrugging. "I mean I do, of course, like everyone. It is Kol Mikael. But, it's not truly mine, it's one that was given to me at the orphanage. So usually, I just go by "Kol", it's easier."
"Life sucks sometimes for so many of us; doesn't it?" Klaus commented, wiping the sauce on his lips with the back of his right hand.
"Yes it does. You know something about that, don't you?" Kol questioned. "Most of the times I keep my poker face in place, but it seems you are one of those special souls who see through people and is also able to help them with their darkest secrets." He noticed, at the same time.
"I guess this talent of mine is explaining my field of expertise then." Klaus winked, playfully.
"So are you ready to face the tigress that is hiding behind door 234?" Kol pointed a finger toward the said patient door.
"She's a tigress, really – that bad, mm?" Klaus took the last bite of his burritos, small laughter escaping his throat.
"Well, on my right arm anyone could clearly see multiple stiches where her teeth have bitten me several times when I've tried to restrain her from killing herself with Dr. Pierce pen." Kol listed his injuries. "In the left, it's her long nails that left me looking like I'm sporting a map on my skin."
"Many victims of cruel fatality prefer to face death than facing their worst fear." Klaus shrugged the patient attitude as normal. "Thinking of ending her life seemed easier."
"Their worst fear? Isn't it that they have lost their sights, mobility or both? And with Caroline Forbes the added horrible factor of losing her mother?" Kol frown in interrogation.
"No young lard, their worst fear is what is actually ahead of them. It's the single fact that they need to rebuild a new life with basically fragments of their past one to hold on to." Klaus started explaining, poking Kol chest. "And that my friend is like pushing them into the abyss."
"Damn! I sounded like a true jerk right now, aren't I?" Kol shook his head. "That poor girl had to pass by way worse ordeal than the common mortal will have to in his or her entire life."
"So she is not a tigress anymore then?" Klaus teased, amicably.
"Well yes, believe me she still is, but … She is also a tasty little thing, let me tell you." Kol commented, some more; a large grin spreading on his lips.
"I'll take all your warning as a challenge." Klaus replied, confident of his competence.
"I did it again, didn't I? Like: I opened my mouth and let profanity escape." Kol grabbed his head with both hands. "And I wasn't implying I was interested in that female patient, I have this nurse in my head now …Damn she's a beauty… And, also a freaking pain in the ass!"
"It's a common behavior you do have, isn't it?" Klaus politely cut him short, with an added smile.
"Well, I'm already so good looking that I truly need some flaws to balance things, you know?" Kol mocked.
"Thanks for the burritos, Kol." Klaus nodded, with a grin; straightening his legs into a standing position.
"Thanks for the talk and for your help with the job application, Klaus. I truly need the extra money that few hours at the center will provide me." Kol shook Klaus's hand for a second time.
"It's my pleasure." Klaus responded, truthfully.
"Mister Mikaelson!" The demanding voice called from the other side of the corridor; making them both start and turn their heads toward the said call.
"Here's Cruella de Vil; I need to run, man." Kol winked, before hurrying his steps toward the stairs.
"That young orderly is a fool if he thinks that I can't smell a burritos from a mile of distance!" Cheryl commented, unhappy; while handing a file to Klaus. "This is your formal authorization for Caroline Forbes. Duly signed by her hands and the hospital headboard."
"Don't be mad at him, love. I'm the one who is "mea culpa"." Klaus tilted his head, with his most charming smile plastered on his face. "I couldn't find the time to have a decent lunch so I grabbed a burritos on my way to the hospital."
"Oh for you it's no problem, Mister Mikaelson." Cheryl replied, redness filling her dark cheeks. "I can make an exception for you, no question asked. But, I need to be stricter with the staff."
"So, the papers are in order then?" Klaus questioned.
"Yes. All the expenses for the arrival of Miss Forbes at the center have been paid by your brother." Cheryl confirmed in a dryer tone. "Only God knows why you two are related by blood." She rolled her eyes; signing a cross sign in front of her chest. "The man is insufferable and has given grey hair to the poor Dr. Pierce the past two weeks."
"Well, that is my "charming" brother, alright!" Klaus commented, grinning. "Time for me to meet Miss Forbes."
1 day after the accident…
"Good morning nurse Bennett." Cheryl greeted with a single nod.
"Good morning Cheryl." Bonnie replied, searching for the needed file on her patient' scan in the rack with Dr. Piece name on it. "Are you doing a double shift?"
"Lucky me!" Cheryl rolled her eyes. "One of the desk nurse called sick this morning."
"Well, I'm sorry." Bonnie presented her apology, feeling bad for her superior, but while also realizing that she haven't had much more sleep herself. "Did you by any chance saw the scan on Caroline Forbes?"
"In matter of fact I did." She replied, while handing the said file on Bonnie. "The lab technician just gave us last night files, I was about to put it in Dr. Pierce rack."
"Thanks." Bonnie grabbed it.
"It seems we have an alert on E.R. 101." Cheryl noticed on the dispatch screen.
"101 was Caroline Forbes's last night. Was she transferred in an intensive care unit room after I left?" Bonnie grabbed the file, while taking a few steps backward to rush toward the said E.R.
"No." Cheryl shook her head. "They were short on those specific rooms and were supposed to inform us when one would be available."
"OK, I'm one may way!" Bonnie turned on herself, before sprinting toward the emergency rooms corridor.
A feeling of emptiness and loneliness filled Caroline Forbes all at once the mere moment she slowly started to wake up from her unconscious state. Her mouth was dried, her eyelash felt glued together and both of her eyelids heavy. She could hear voices from afar, and the continuous "beep-beep" noise of an electronic machine placed near her ears of where she was lying down.
She finally managed to lift her eyelids but the room remained as dark as the night. She gasped for air, her heartbeat rising in her chest while both hands grabbed the sheet placed underneath her.
"Someone? Can you help me? Is… Is there someone here?" She whispered, without being heard.
She tried to move her head, but the stiffness of her entire body forbade her to succeed. Her eyelids closed once more on their own accord, pushing the darkness of the room out of her mind, while filling her soul of a darkness of its own, but without letting her know the source of this present hell. She took a few deep breaths inside her lungs before finding the courage within herself to call once more.
"Help! Help! I can't move … And I Can't see!" She shouted, rapidly out of breath; without hearing the door of the emergency room opened.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, blondie!" She heard the male voice approaching her, before feeling his hands palpating her arms.
"Don't touch me!" She started hitting the stranger with her closed fists; while succeeding hitting him a few times with a few good punches.
"Hey? I'm on your side; you need to calm down, ok?" Kol tried to relax the female patient.
"I can't see anything? Why can't I see anything?" Caroline exclaimed, frantically; both hands trying to rub her eyelids in the slim chance to make her sight come back.
"Ok darling; you need to keep still; a nurse will come shortly and she'll call Dr. Pierce." Kol tried to calm her while grabbing both of her wrists to lower her arms near her body.
"No, no, something is wrong, terribly wrong … I don't feel my legs; why can't I feel my legs?" Caroline started to yell, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Where am I? Who are you? I can't see anything!"
"Ok, you need to calm down and …. Fuck, damn it!" Kol swore, loudly; feeling her nails scratching the skin of his arms.
"What happened?" Bonnie questioned, strolling inside ER 101; while helping the orderly immobilize the trauma victim.
"Well, hello there!" Kol suddenly turned his attention toward the metis nurse (with a body to die for!) who had just stepped inside the room. "I'm Kol; and who you might be, gorgeous? I've never seen you around."
"Can you focus on something other than flirting with me for two seconds and think about the patient? I'm not here to socialize – I'm here to work!" Bonnie snapped at him with a few harsh words. "Her blood pressure is elevated. We need to sedate her if she doesn't calm down or she'll go into heart failure or even arrest."
"I wasn't flirting, I was simply being polite, sweetheart?" Kol commented, smiling. "Furthermore, helping you with this patient will probably help me not to lose my arm." He commented, looking at the trail of blood running down his skin, from his wrist to his elbow.
"You'll need to get that disinfected." Bonnie suggested, while rapidly glancing at his arm also. "In the meantime, hold her in a lying positon, I'll administrate a sedative to calm her down."
"Will you disinfect my wound afterward?" Kol winked, playfully. "Will you kiss my booboo and make it all better?" He teased; while immobilizing the female patient.
"Seriously?" Bonnie scolded; with a glance of disgust in his direction. "Caroline, I will give you a sedative now; it will sting a little bit, ok?"
"No, please…I beg you…" The young woman implored, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I just want to know why I'm here, why can't I see anything, and why can't I move my legs?"
"Caroline; Listen to me." Bonnie grabbed the young woman head with both hands. "I'm a nurse – My name is Bonnie Bennett. You're at the Santa Rosa Hospital. Last night, you've been in a car accident and you were brought here due to your injuries. The reason you can't feel your legs is because your back was stock between the dashboard and a large piece of the car roof; which injured your spine. Dr. Piece, who has been assigned to your case has ordered a scan – we are waiting for her prognostic. She'll keep you informed when she'll know more about your case. Are you understanding what I'm saying to you, if so, nod one time."
Caroline slowly nodded her head, raising both of her hands to grab's Bonnie' forearms. The voice of that woman was calming her; she felt safe in her presence.
"Very Good, Caroline; very good." The nurse encouraged her. "As for your eyes, both of your retinas have been hit with several pieces of glass due to the impact. A specialist is schedule to see you today." She informed, more. "Now, you'll soon feel sleepy. Don't fight it. It will help you recuperate more rapidly."
"I … I don't understand … A car accident… I …" Caroline shook her head; pieces of the puzzle starting to unfold behind the dark curtains of her mind. "Wait, I … I remember that I was driving to my boss' cabin and …. Mummy? Where is my mama?" She asked, before slowly closing her eyelids and losing consciousness.
"Oh my God… Thank you, thank you!" Bonnie repeated to the invisible divine help while closing her eyes. She wasn't ready to tell this young woman that her mother was dead.
"We just dodged a bullet; did we?" Kol commented; swallowing a lump in his throat. "Because I truly don't know how you would have told her the truth?" He questioned, before replacing the pillow behind the patient head.
"I don't know either." Bonnie shook her head, still in shock. "I need to page Dr. Pierce." She informed, turning on herself to leave the room; the orderly walking close on her heels.
"Hey Bonnie?" He called, closing the door behind his back.
"How do you know my name?" She asked, hands placed on each side of her hips.
"You just told the patient, you think I'm deaf?' He teased, before asking. "Would you like to take a drink with me after your shift, I'm buying?" He proposed with a wink. "You won't get a better offer today, let me tell you."
"Listen, I've been warn about you and …And, well…you don't have the best reputation around here, and I don't know if it's real or not; though it's your prerogative not mine what get you going at the end of the day. But, as for me, I'm not interested in having a fling with a co-worker. I'm here to become the best nurse that I can be, and nothing else." Bonnie told him, bluntly; without wearing any white gloves.
"Really…I have a reputation?! And what that reputation might be, sweetheart?" Kol questioned, crossing both arms in front of his bulged chest.
"The magic wand in the honey pots." Bonnie repeated his nickname, while triggering his burst of laughter.
"Oh my God! Thank you for this. This has just made my entire day!" He folded his body in half; laughter cramps hitting his mid-section.
"You think this is funny?" The brunette asked, dumbfounded by his reaction. "You're not even repulse by it?"
"Listen; whenever you want my magic wand to visit your honey pot – give me a call ok, darling?" He suggested, pulling a pen from the front pocket of his uniform; before pushing the small piece of paper down her neckline. "You smell good by the way." He whispered, near her right ear, before stepping back to start walking in the opposite direction.
"I don't want this…" She pulled the paper out, wielding the number in the air. "In what language will you understand that?"
"Good morning, Dr. Pierce." Cheryl greeted with a warm smile.
"Good morning Cheryl." Katherine returned her smile with one of her own.
"Oh those are just … Mm…Mm…Mm!" The head nurse commented, with much appreciation, on the new sneakers the female doctor was wearing.
"Aren't they though?" The brunette winked, playfully. "Any news on the scan file on the patient Caroline Forbes?"
"Nurse Bennett just grabbed it before responding to an alert on E.R. 101." Cheryl informed. "The patient woke up and must have gone to shock."
"That was to be expected. OK, I'm on my way to see what is going on." Katherine nodded, before grabbing her cup of coffee left on the counter.
"I'm sorry but you won't be on your way to see that trauma patient, Dr. Pierce." Cheryl shook her head, multiple times; a loud sigh escaping her lips.
"And why is that?" Katherine turned on herself to face the head nurse.
"Michelle from The Board of Directors office is asking to see you upon your arrival at the hospital." Cheryl informed, shrugging.
"It must be Chairman Petterson who is asking. Do you know why they are summoning me? What this is all about?" Katherine questioned, intrigued.
"I don't have a clue, doctor." The head nurse shook her head.
"Ok well, I have a busy day today, so I'll make my way to the office right now to get rid of "whatever" this is." She winked, amicably.
"Oh! And by the way Dr. Piece; remember the asshole who came last night demanding answers on the Caroline Forbes case?" Cheryl asked; arching one eyebrow.
"I would love to say that I'm not able to remember him, but the strong scent of his cologne made me reach for my allergies tablets this morning." Katherine replied, tilting her head; a malicious smile plastered on her red lips.
"Well, it's a good thing you took those tablets, Dr. Piece because I saw him stroll inside the hospital not even fifteen minutes ago." Cheryl warned the tall brunette.
"Well that man can stroll as much as he wants, we won't give him more information than the one he received last night." She replied, dryly; before taking long strides toward the elevators.
"Good morning, Michelle." Katherine saluted while standing tall in the reception area.
"Oh good morning, Dr. Piece; it's always such a pleasure to see you." Michelle responded, enthusiastically. "Let me inform Chairman Petterson that you've arrived."
"Thank you." Katherine nodded, absently bringing her attention on the several expensive paintings placed on the walls.
"Chairman Petterson, Dr. Piece is here." Michelle informed in a formal voice. "Very well." She replied, following the interlocutor response. "Chairman Petterson is on his way, Dr. Pierce."
"Thank you Michelle." Katherine thanked her, warmly. "How are the grandchildren by the way?"
"Louisa is taking ballet lesson and she is the cutest thing to see in her pink tutu. Nicholas has grown so much, he's in his first year of high school now." Michelle shared, enthusiastically.
"Wow! High school already, really? Time is flying so fast. I'm happy for you, Michelle." The brunette congratulated.
"Katherine?" The call came suddenly, making them both turn their heads toward the grayish hair man who came from the large wooden French doors.
"Chairman Petterson." Katherine said his name, smiling; before advancing of a few steps to meet him. "It's always such a pleasure." She shook his hand, enthusiastically.
"Katherine, my dear; please call me George." The said friendly man replied, shaking her hand. "It's been way too long since we've played a game of chest, would you say?" He questioned, teasingly; gently leading the way toward the said corridor behind the two doors.
"You like to lose so much that you want to play with me again?" Katherine winked, playfully.
"You are your father's daughter, my dear; I could never win a single game against him." He commented with a long sigh while leading her to his majestic office. "And like it was with him; I can't win a single game against you either."
"Maybe I'll go soft on you this time around." She added; a small laughter escaping her throat. "I'm sorry to ask so abruptly, but … why did you ask to see me, George?"
"Please, enter my office, my dear." The chairman placed his left hand on her lower back while gently pushing her inside. "There's someone I want you to meet."
Katherine took a few steps inside the elegant office, before holding her momentum; a cold shiver hitting her entire body all at once.
An imposing man was standing tall in front of the panoramic window; hands buried in the front pockets of his very expensive suit; and even if that said man was turning his back on them, she knew all too well who he was!
"Elijah, please let me present to you one of the best surgeons of the Santa Rosa hosptial." George called, amicably.
Katherine grabbed the back of one of the leather armchairs placed in front of the desk to keep her balance and not find herself stumbling on the wood floor by the shock of being place in a forced meeting with that man once again!
"With great please, George." The said Elijah replied, turning on himself to walk toward their standing positions, before confirming her worse fear.
"Katherine, let me present to you one dear friend of the family; Elijah Mikaeslon." George presented, enthusiastically. "Elijah has been a dear friend and the most competent lawyer I had the pleasure to meet in my entire life. He helped this hospital more times that I can count on one hand." He added. "Elijah, this is Katherine Pierce; this beautiful and professional woman is the daughter of my, deceased unfortunately, best friend. She specializes in cases such as the one your female assistant is suffering from, and who is living this terrible ordeal as one of our patients."
"I already had the pleasure of meeting Miss Pierce last night." Elijah commented, a pernicious smile plastered on his full lips; his sight narrowed on the brunette. "She was nothing but helpful and amicable to me." He lied through his teeth, with a perceived sadist pleasure in his voice; while handing his right hand to Katherine.
"Did we? I don't really recall?" Katherine forced a smile on her lips, before quickly shaking the man's hand; who kept her fingers locked with his more time than necessary, before letting her go. "I guess nothing stood vividly in my memory about our meeting. You'll have to forgive me, but most days I meet quite a lot of people. Some are unforgettable, some aren't."
"But, obviously Elijah couldn't forgive your graceful professional approach and beauty, my dear." George teased, gently.
"She's quite a pleasure to the eyes, George; I couldn't debate that in court even if I wanted to." Elijah added; his sight sliding on the length of her.
Asshole! She had hated him at first sight last night, but now her level of dislike had suddenly reached new highs and she couldn't stop her mind to find several ways to torture him, ranging from chocking him with her bare hands to emerge him in a pool filled with acid.
And though she had the most respect for George; having both men dissect her like she was a pole dancer with a medical degree was making her teeth cringe!
"So what is my reason for being here?" Katherine asked, while cutting to the chase. "You'll have to excuse me, mister … Was it Mikaelson?" She asked, purposely and perniciously playing the innocent third party. "But I am a surgeon after all and I have a busy schedule in front of me. Though, I tend to socialize from time to time. I rarely let randomly acquaintance tore me away from my professional duties. But perhaps you have a lesser busier schedule at your firm and could play golf two to three times a week?"
"Katherine!" George exclaimed, highly surprised by her sudden impolite outburst. "Elijah is running one of the most prestigious law firms."
"Oh, it's quite fine, George." The tall bearded man replied, smirking. "Miss Pierce seems to be quite a feminist at heart with a busy professional schedule on her hands. I wouldn't want to tear her away from her eighteen hours of work by day; which is sadly forbidding her to wear a skirt from time to time, and remind her that she is a woman after all and could enjoy life if she let herself live."
Katherine blenched, instantly; while being "hit" in her soul by the insult. She buried both of her tight closed fists inside the front pockets of her lab coat; biting her tongue to forbid the tears to appear in her eyes.
George discreetly coughed to disperse the tension in the room. "Katherine; I would grandly appreciate the help you could grant Elijah by keeping him inform of the medical file on his legal assistant at the firm, Miss Caroline Forbes, who was admitted to E.R. 101, with her, now, deceased mother, last night."
"We have already gave Mister Mikaelson all the necessary information last night." Katherine replied, dryly. "Mister Mikaelson is not family after all; I don't see why we should bend the rules for him?"
"Suddenly, Doctor Katherine Pierce remembers me." He commented, slyly. "I'm touched."
"Please, don't be!" She snapped at him.
"In this present case, Katherine, Elijah is a friend of mine and I want you to bend the rules because he'll be the one paying for all the medical expenses of that patient. Furthermore, the request is coming from the board." Chairman Petterson demanded, in a drier tone of voice.
"Very well." Katherine swallowed her pride. "Do you have a card with your contact information? I'll send you the prognostic when I'll now more myself." She added. "Miss Forbes was admitted last night and I did not even took a look at her scan yet."
"Here's my card." He handed the lustrous white piece of cardboard.
"Perfect. I wish the both of you a nice day. Chairman Petterson." She concluded, with a final greeting, before grabbing the said business card and swirling on herself to leave the office.
"I'm sorry; Elijah; usually Katherine is friendlier than this." George excused her behavior.
"Don't worry. As long as she gives me the needed information her indifference could also be mine." He replied, smiling.
"Come on!" Katherine growled, while pushing the ground floor button of the elevator to hurry her descent from "hell".
But unfortunately for the tall brunette, her attempt to avoid being stuck in the small space with that man failed miserably when he managed to slide his muscular figure between the two doors that were closing on him.
"You could have waited for the elevator to go up again." She snapped at him.
"I'm not a very patient man, Dr. Pierce, but I guess you did not get the memo from my law firm yet?" Elijah replied, dryly.
"Send it to me by registered mail so it could be my pleasure to throw it in the garbage the minute I get it!" She replied; maliciously.
He threw his head backward; suddenly bursting into loud laughter; before promptly pushing the emergency button to hold the cabin immobile.
"What is it that you dislike so much about me, Dr. Pierce?" He asked, in a low threatening tone; while getting rid of his designer vest, before rolling the sleeves of his white shirt.
"Did you just pushed the emergency button of this elevator? Do you know that you are liable to a three hundred dollars fine?" She threw at him, pissed beyond believe by his misconduct.
"Is it the fact that I'm trying to help a friend in her time of need?" He questioned, dropping his vest on the elevator floor, before reaching her standing position near the panel.
"Did you even heard what I just told you?" She asked, breathless; the beat of her heat racing dangerously in her chest.
"I have money; I'll pay the damn fine if needed." He shrugged it off. "Or is it the fact that I'm a powerful man?"
"Oh my God! You're insufferable ego is taking way too much space in this cabin, Mr. Mikaelson!" She busted, angrily. "Now, if you are not stepping away from me – I hope you're not planning to have children any time soon because I'm about to change that." She threaten him; while slowly raising her right knee.
"What is it with you and my crotch area; Katherine?" He questioned, teaser, placing his forearms on each side of her head; before lowering his muscular body near her tensed one.
"I don't play those kind of power game, Mister Mikaelson. You either step away from me or I'll have no other choice but to report you to security." She warned him with a rose chin.
"Liar, you're all about power." He replied; enrolling one strand of her dark brown hair around his finger. "Don't tell me you're not feeling it – I won't believe you."
"Feeling … Feeling what?" She questioned, in a less threatening tone; her defense mechanism weakening by the minute.
That man was managing to crack the high walls of protection she had carefully placed around her body and heart a few years ago.
"The sexual tension between us." He whispered while grabbing her chin to stare into her eyes.
"Please, step away from me." She mouthed the warning, her nipples hardening underneath her lab coat; triggered by the simple touch of his hand on her skin.
"In a minute…" He mouthed the three words, lowering his head to softly bite her bottom lip. "You taste sweet; like mocha and sugar." He added, sliding the tip of his tongue on the length of her lips.
"I don't want this." She lied through her teeth in a low murmur; her lips moving in her own accord to taste his. "You taste like cigar and Bourbon."
He slowly opened her lab coat, before grabbing two hands full of the tender flesh of her bottom. "God you're so beautiful! I've been as hard as a stone since our first meeting last night." He confessed, slowly sliding his demanding lips down her neck; while extracting low moans of pleasure from her lips. "I've never wanted a woman as much as you, Katherine Pierce." He admitted, biting her skin while raising both of his hands to caress her breasts over the sheer fabric of her blouse.
"We … We can't …" Katherine tried to protest; grabbing his shirt with both hands, in a vain attempt to push his chest.
"Sure we can, we both want it badly; who will say otherwise?" He replied, lowering his head to crash his mouth on her parted lips.
She had made a huge error of judgement! He wasn't tasking like cigar and Bourbon but more like danger and the biggest mistake of her life! There was no place for negotiation with that man; he was a man who took what he wanted without priory asking. His kiss was the proof of that! He was devouring her lips like she was breakfast, lunch and dinner all mix together, immobilizing her head with one hand while his tongue had manage to slide between her parted lips to take hostage her mouth – tasting, biting, requiring her submission.
A rage grander than life took root in her core, granting her the force she wasn't sure she could deploy against a man like him. She managed to push him at arm length before stepping aside to unblock the elevator button, having the cabin move downward in matters of seconds.
"Afraid Katherine? Did I shook you cage too roughly?" He teased, the back of his right hand brushing against his lips to clean the red lipstick spread all over them.
"You lay a hand on me "one more time" Mister Mikaelson, and I swear I'll report you and I will drown you and your firm into the mud; am I clear?" She warned him, dryly, and short of breath.
He remained silent, a smirk appearing on his full lips; before slowly lowering his upper body to pick up his vest left on the cabin floor, only to dress himself with it a few moment later.
The cabin finally immobilized itself, both doors leading them to the ground floor.
"Until the next time we'll meet, Dr. Pierce." He saluted her, before exiting the elevator; leaving her exhausted and with the strange feeling that she would always feel captive with this man.
Caroline Forbes & Klaus Mikaelson
~ FIRST MEETING ~
Inspirational songs:
Unsteady
Say something (I'm giving up on you)
Love me like you do
A thousand years
"Hold on, hold on to me, cause I'm little unsteady."
"Say something I'm giving up on you. I'll be the one if you want me too.
Anywhere I would have followed you. Say something I'm giving up on you."
"You're the light, you're the night, you're the color of my blood.
You're the cure, you're the pain, you're the only thing I want to touch.
Never knew it could mean so much, so much."
"I have died everyday waiting for you, darling don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years, I love you for a thousand more…"
Present time …
Caroline Forbes was lying down in her hospital bed, her blonde curls tangled around her head, on the pillow, dark circles underneath her eyes, and with both of her wrists restrained by leather straps to the bed. She had tried to kill herself two times already; and they have had no other choices but to restrain her movements for her own safety and the safety of the hospital staff.
She wanted one person to tell her what the point of living was when she was paralyzed from the waist down and also blind? And if the nightmare she was living wasn't enough to kill the kindest of all spirits; losing her mother in the same car accident than the one who had brought darkness into her life had finally killed her soul for good.
Elijah Mikaelson, her boss at the law firm she was working at, had visited her ICU quarter several times, informing her that he would pay for all the expenses related to burying her mother and those for her rehabilitation toward a new life, including therapy and braille teaching technique. That gesture coming from anybody else would have probably be perceived as pity, but … Mr. Mikaelson was a kind spirit underneath a steel armor – pity wasn't one of his strong suit. She had kept silent and immobile during all of his visits, her eyes opened and fixated on the blackness, but had nodded once when he had suggested to take care of her mother burial.
Tears had filled her eyes and a lump had formed in her throat, when her boss had blessed her forehead of a kiss, softly whispering that her mother would not only be remembered with a classic service at the church but she would also have a dignified burial. She wasn't even able to be present at the cemetery, her mother would be buried without her presence and that was not only bringing darkness to her soul but mostly her heart.
She sniffed once, holding back her tears and driving back those recent moments in a part of her mind that had been filled with emptiness and unresponsive reaction.
A shrill noise of a tray hitting the hospital corridor made her startled in her bed; her heart speeding up. She closed her eyelids for a few seconds, not that it was changing something in the condition of her sight, but it was her way to calm herself down when she had no way to recognize real life movements around her. She nervously twisted the fabric of her sheet with both of her hands when she heard her hospital room door squeak while being opened and closed soon after.
"Caroline Forbes?" The male voice, sporting a strong English accent, called once.
She remained silent and immobile, her eyelids opened, sight fixated on the wall in front of her bed, she could only presume, because only darkness was filling her vision and life now.
"Silent treatment so early in our relationship, Caroline?" The man teased, openly.
She knew who he was. She knew it all too well! Some kind of deemed therapist and braille expert who had won several awards for his past achievements. Well, she couldn't give a "fuck" more about his prestigious awards! She wouldn't become his next guinea pig. She wanted to be left alone and die in peace.
She heard the feet of a chair being dragged over (what she could only presume be) the ceramic floor of her bedroom.
"Do you know it's the dream of all men on this earth to have a silent woman by his side, love?" He continued to mock her; while taking his sitting position near the bed.
Fuck you! Go see if I'm not elsewhere! And by the way … I'm not your "love"!
"Let see…" She heard him say and handle a few papers in his hands. "Caroline Forbes – 29 years old, born on … Today actually! Well, happy birthday Caroline!"
Go to hell, asshole! She thought to herself while letting her long nails bite the palms of her hands.
"I never thought I would one day find a woman that would love bondage as much as I do." He commented, with a small laughter. "Would you say that we were destined to meet?"
"What would you say if we would switch places then? I'll be very gentle on you." She snapped the words; dryly. "I won't tighten the strings too hard; just enough to make you bleed."
Damn it Caroline, you had promised yourself to stay silent and indifferent toward this "wannabe" therapist!
She kept her mouth shut for a few long minutes while he did the same. The beats of her heart rising dangerously inside her chest at his proximity; before suddenly feeling his breath near her left ear.
"Is this a promise?" She heard the words being whispered near her ear. "Because I'll remind you of it one day if it is."
"Oh!" She startled, letting the exclamation of surprise escape her parted lips; before turning her head to face him (though she couldn't see a thing), while instinctively feeling his face at a mere inch of hers.
"I'm Klaus by the way…" He added, while his breath brushed her dry lips; triggering goosebumps all over her body.
"It's the stupidest first name I've ever heard!" She commented, slyly; abruptly turning her head to put an end to this personal proximity he had forced on her. "Your parents thought you were a Viking or what?"
"It's Scandinavian, from my mother's side. My father was American though." He informed; amusement filling his tone of voice. "The name means: your worst nightmare!" He added, in a more serious manner.
She felt her throat tightening over his threat and her mouth becoming dry. She clicked her tongue, slowly passing the tip of her tongue on her dry lips to moisten them.
"I'm joking, Caroline; if you start cooperating, I won't have to become your worst nightmare." He told her, teasingly; before adding: "Here. It's a glass of water; open your big non-talkative mouth to drink."
She turned her head to the right, protesting his help; but he wouldn't accept her stubbornness. He grabbed her chin before placing the edge of the glass near her bottom lip.
"Drink!" He ordered; before slowly raising the glass in the air to help her drink.
She closed her eyes, drinking the cold water avidly; before letting it fill her stomach.
"Slowly or you'll choke!" Klaus warned.
"I'm blind and an invalid; not stupid!" She busted, pushing the empty glass away; before crossing her arms in front of her chest in a rebellious way.
"No, Caroline Forbes; you're a stubborn head strong woman. That's what you are, love." He dropped the glass on the nightstand.
"Stop calling me your "love"; it goes on my last nerves because I'm not your love!" She snapped at him.
"Would you like to be?" He questioned.
"What?! I don't …. What kind of stupid question is that?" Caroline stammered; redness filling her cheeks. That man had the gift to bring the worse in her!
"One that is making you talk; which is what I wanted from the start, Love." He replied, victorious.
"Go to hell!" She insulted him in a low whisper, between clenched teeth.
"What did you just say?" He asked, a smirk raising both sides of his lips.
"Nothing." She shrugged it off. "Can you wrap this up; I'm tired."
"Get used to the tiredness, sweetheart; because when you'll start working with me, you'll then know what being truly tired means." Klaus assured her.
"I don't want the treatment, I don't want the therapy, and I especially don't want to learn braille. But most of all, I don't want to meet with you ever again." She informed him, while shaking her head. "I was forced to accept it!"
"Well that is a bummer, Love; especially that you have now signed the authorization papers." Klaus informed her. "I guess we're bound 'til death do us apart."
"Why would you say something like that?" She questioned, angrily; while turning her head in his direction.
"To make you react, Caroline!" He told her, while taking a few steps to reach the bed, before placing both hands on each side of her head on the pillow; lowering his own over hers. "To bring out the rage that is eating you alive inside. Only then "perhaps" you'll be able to regain your will to live."
"I want you to leave me alone!" She busted out, angrily. "I want you out of my room!"
"So what do you truly want Caroline, mm? You don't want the treatment, nor the therapy, nor the braille lessons. What do you want then, mm?" He shouted to her head. "Tell me, what do you want?" He kept repeating to push her boundaries.
"I want to die, ok? I don't want to live anymore!" She yelled back to his face, tears filling her eyes.
"OK, you want me to help you with that, love? What about a full container of pills – that should do the trick rapidly, would you say?" He suggested, while grabbing her head with both hands to keep her immobile. "Do you want me to bring some to you?"
"Fuck you!" She shouted; sobbing hysterically.
"One day I hope!" He replied, before releasing his grip on her; taking a few steps back to grab the file he had on her.
"Mama… Mama … .Where is my mama… I want my mummy. Why is she dead?" She shouted; letting herself break in thousands of pieces.
Klaus Mikaelson strode to reach the door; his hand immobilizing on the handle for more time that he ever allowed himself to stay when a breakdown happened with one of his patients. But for some sort of reasons, Caroline Forbes's sobbing was filling not only his ears, but his soul and heart.
You have to walk away now, Klaus; now!
He suddenly swore under clenched teeth, swirling on himself to walk back toward the bed to detach her wrists from the leather straps; only to sit by her, before feeling her warm upper body jump into his arms.
"I got you, I got you, love!" He whispered, closing his eyes; while softly caressing her hair.
Thanks to all the anonymous readers who left me encouraging comments in the prologue.
Those comments are ALWAYS highly appreciated and cherished in my heart.
For all the regular members who used to read my previous stories (you know who you are); you have no idea what a joy it was to read all of you again *insert happy face*
Until the next update, keep safe and happy!