Hello guys, thank you so much to all who reviewed chapter one it means very much to me. I hope this chapter is too your liking ;) It may seem like I'm giving it all away but uh uh uh, not just yet my lovelies haha, enjoy xx
2 hours passed and Caroline had practically unpacked the whole house, put up all the pictures, hung up all the clothes and put away all the little things that would most likely never see the light of day again.
'Mikael Mikaelson' Caroline had to fight the urge to laugh, it seemed like such a silly name for someone to have but her name wasn't the most normal in her opinon so she couldn't talk.
But, thinking about it again, the last name 'Mikaelson' seemed to have some charming ring to it.
Her new bedroom was beautifully done, the colours were much like the rest of the house; a creamy yellow colour.
Their house had already been done up when they arrived really, beds already inside, tables and chairs neatly in place and the living room was completely decked out; all that was left to do was make it theirs by adding personal touches.
Caroline stood infront of her closet, analysing her clothes carefully. Mr. Mikaelson had invited the too dinner as a welcoming the town's newest sheriff and probably another reason to dress up nicely.
What if everyone is all dressed up and I'm...Caroline? Or what if I'm too dressed up and they're all casual?
Caroline was never the one to really care about appearence but, this was a new town and believe it or not, she wanted to look somewhat presentable other than the girl who sat in her bedroom all day in the dark.
"Caroline!" Liz called from the front room, "Are you ready yet? We need to be there in half on hour!"
Caroline nodded to herself, her window was becoming filled up with darkness and the lights in her room more prominent.
She finally picked out a short coral pink dress, a black lace covering her arms and shoulders, holding the dress up.
Caroline unzipped her trousers and removed her top, quickly slipping into the ensemble; unfortunately, she didn't own any heels so she had to settle for black ballet pumps.
She grabbed her phone, checking the time, 6:13pm, what if they're all judgmental and don't like me?
"C'mon let's go! They're expecting us!" her mother called again louder and with a more demanding tone.
"Alright!" Caroline shouted back and walking into the foyer where her mother stood in a more casual attire.
"Wow, you look beautiful dear," she complimented her daughter, her eyes lighting up.
Caroline cracked a small smile, opening the front door and walking to the car her hand at the ready.
"Hey, no car tonight," Liz told her with a smirk.
She frowned, "Where are we even going?"
Liz walked up to her taking her hand, "It's just a 10 minute walk, you won't die."
Caroline rolled her eyes, "Okay..."
And with that they set off, walking through the darkness to the Mikaelson mansion.
Her eyes widened at the sight of the mansion, so elegant and not what she expecting of a small down like Mystic Falls.
The double doors were huge; her mother rang the doorbell, smiling politely when it opened to a familiar Mikael.
"Ah, the Forbes family have arrvied. Please do come in," Mikael gestured to the inside.
It was a magnificent sight, diamond chandeliers hanging from great heights and illuminating the whole mansion at every turn.
Her jaw literally dropped as they entered, it put her old and new house complete shame without any regrets.
"All the other guests are waiting for you in the dining room if you would like to follow me," Mikael grinned, walking us into a huge room filled with tall white candles and cutlery that any housewife would probably swoon over.
A long table ran down the middle of the room, everyone already sitting down and waiting for Caroline and her mother to grace them with their presence.
Mikael pulled out a chair at the closest end for Liz, who returned the kindness with a greatful smile.
He then pulled one out for Caroline, allowing her to sit down before moving opposite the table from her, "Now, if you would all rise. I would like to introduce you to Ms. Elizabeth Forbes our new Town Sheriff and her daughter Caroline."
The room went from a hush silence to an uproar of applause for Liz, taking a toast to her and sipping a glass of champagne.
Caroline felt a little embarrassed to have her name announced in front of everyone. Sure she wasn't the centre of attention but she could feel all eyes staring in her direction.
She took a sip out of the fancy crystal glass set out in front of her and looked awkwardly around the room as people began to talk, What am I supposed to do?
Caroline sighed, falling lazily further back into the chair with a bored look on her face.
"You know Caroline, you can have a look around the house; I know it must be boring to watch all the adults talk, you may leave the table whilst the food is being prepared if you wish. My son will be joining us shortly as well," Mikael suggested.
Caroline smiled politely, "Oh thank you."
She picked herself up off of the chair, straightening her dress out and stepped out of the room back into the foyer.
What was she going to do? A huge mansion like that must have a thousand rooms hidden behind bookshelves and waiting to show a secret entrance in walls leading to more rooms like the ones she had already seen.
Caroline headed for the white marble stairs, holding onto the metal rail with care and walking up to the top slowly.
She kept taking in the scenery every few seconds, she couldn't get over the whole thing.
Once at the top her first instinct was to turn left, the hallways were lit up aswell, with lights attached to the walls.
She guided her way down, not sure on where she was going but finding herself more and more curious and she ventured deeper in the house.
Caroline felt extremely awkward, where was she supposed to go? And what room would she even land herself in?
I'll just, look for the bathroom, Caroline decided, playing the safest option possible.
Well, first she had to find the bathroom before she could even be in there, great thinking.
She continued walking down the hallway, looking carefully at every door as she passed, hoping to find the one she was looking for.
This is hopeless, I'll just go back to the dining room.
Caroline turned herself around but she would never expect what happened to her to happen.
"Don't you think you're a little lost love?" he stood in front of her, calm and confident.
He was gorgeous, his eyes were a light blue with a hint of green and his hair was a slightly curly and short brown.
He wasn't as tall as Caroline but it sure felt as though he was towering over her with his confident ways.
She was frightened and jumped as soon as they had collided, "Um, no...well maybe. I was told I could-"
He cut her off, "Yes, yes, you were told you could look around. Dinner is being served now so, I think I should escort you back to the party don't you think."
She didn't say anything, just nodded and trailed behind him as he walked back the way Caroline had come.
"Niklaus, so kind of you to join us, and to show Caroline her way back too. Did you enjoy your walk about Caroline?" Mikael greeted and asked.
Niklaus.
'Niklaus' looked down, "Yes, I bumped into her."
His accent was a thick London one, but more on the posh side, it was almost exactly like Mikael's but had its noticeable differences.
Caroline sat down trying to ease the tension with her reply, "Your house is beautiful..."
"Thank you, it's quite old but we do try to keep it in one piece," Mikael chuckled, "My Niklaus is very good with keeping it up to standard."
Niklaus kept his gaze away from his father everytime he spoke, Caroline could really sense the the unresolved issues.
"How old are you Niklaus?" Liz asked courteosly.
"He turned 18 in January," Mikael answered for him before Niklaus could even react to the question.
"Oh, Caroline is turning 17 in a month," Liz announced with a smile.
"Really?" Mikael leaned in quite intrigued, "We must hold a celebration for you here dear!"
Caroline blushed, "Well-"
"Father, I doubt she wants to be sucked into your ridiculous public events," Niklaus interrupted her for the second time since they'd met.
Caroline ignored him, "That's very...sweet, but I don't know if that's necessary..."
"Let me know if you change your mind then," Mikael replied.
Dinner dragged on, it was full of small attempts at making conversation and awkward stares from Niklaus who obviously seemed uninterested in anything his father had to say. Once desserts were mentioned, Caroline felt like she was going to throw up, the food was rich and sickly almost, she couldn't eat anymore.
"Um, I don't really have an appetite anymore but this was a lovely dinner," Caroline told Mikael, hoping she wouldn't have to endure anymore of the boring chit-chat.
"That's okay dear, the food can get too much at times," Mikael chuckled, "Niklaus, show her around the house why don't you?"
He looked reluctant but still stood up gesturing his hand out to the foyer, "Follow me then."
"Thank you," Caroline said quietly.
Niklaus took her across from the dining room into a ball room, the dance floor looking as though it hadn't been touched, "We've held many parties here," he spoke softly.
What do I say?
"It's nice."
What the fuck Caroline? It's nice? You are pathetic...
"Do you dance?" he suddenly asked.
She was hesitant, looking all around the room awkwardly, "Not really."
"Maybe at your birthday party you will," he laughed at his own joke.
Caroline forced a laugh upon herself, "Maybe..."
Niklaus walked over to one of the walls which a canvas hung, the colours on it bright and conflicting at times; Caroline stood next to him, admiring the work of art in front of her, "It's stunning, who painted it?"
"Me."
Caroline was pleasantly surprised, whispering wow to herself, "You're very good."
He scoffed, "I'm no Picasso but, you think so?"
"Don't people ever give you compliments? I mean, they hung it up in the ballroom, isn't that a big deal for rich people?" Caroline asked, becoming more comfortable around him.
"Compliments aren't 'common' in this household when company isn't around," he shrugged.
"Oh."
"Don't feel sorry for me love, it's just the way it is," he assured her.
Love.
There was something extremely arrogant yet charming about it, the way he said it.
"Oh and, don't call me Niklaus, it's just Klaus," he told her.
"Right," Caroline took a mental note.
'Klaus' walked over to a music player, pressing play and turning the volume right up, "Would you like to dance?"