Title: Not a fairytale

Rating: T

Pairing: Klaus*Caroline, Elijah* Katherine (for now)

Summary: AU. Set in 10th century. After learning that two of his sons are having feelings for a widow, Tatia, Mikael's hatred for Klaus went to the peak and thus he thought of marrying Klaus to an unlucky girl in the village while he engaged Elijah with Tatia's sister, Katerina.

Note: I don't own Kalijah, Klaroline or TVD. Everything I write is for fun and is a part of my imagination. I really don't know how people of 10th century acted.


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After the wedding ceremony took place, the villagers continued to celebrate the union by feasting and dancing around fire while the musicians were playing in the background.

Katherine stood beside her mother and staring at her love with a dreamy smile on her face. Elijah was dancing with his annoying sister near bonfire. He was looking happy that night for some reasons, and Katherine was surprised to see his unusual behavior- dropping his guard and enjoying himself- that was not like him. She loved this side of Elijah though.

Slowly her mother walked away from there, leaving Katherine with Tatia.

Like always Katherine ignored her sister, and thought to keep herself busy looking at Elijah. But it seemed like Tatia didn't want to leave her alone.

"What is your opinion on Niklaus, sister?" the older sister asked curiously as she settled down, and sighed at Katherine to do the same.

Niklaus? Katherine frowned in confusion and glanced at him. He was also enjoying the festive along with his siblings.

"Niklaus?" she repeated after Tatia. All she knew was he was being treated harshly by his father. She never paid any attention to the rest of his story. Moreover she wasn't going to share whatever she thought- even if it was insignificant- especially with Tatia.

Tatia bit her lip and waited for her to say something. So she feigned a smile and replied. "I have other things which needed concern, sister."

To which the older one smiled, flushed. "It is true. But— he is one of the finest looking men of this village. Do you agree?"

At that point, Katherine turned to her blushing sister. What she was trying to say, Katherine had no clue. "What do you mean, Tatia?" she asked in a complete cautious tone.

"I find him attractive. He swept me off my feet." Tatia gave her a toothy smile and rested her chin in her palm.

For almost a moment, Katherine sat there speechless and gaped at her sibling. After her brother-in-law's death Tatia moved back with them. Right from that day she believed Tatia had feelings for Elijah. But—

Katherine couldn't keep her mouth shut. "I thought you like Elijah." She blurted.

Tatia blinked twice and snapped out of her world. Her face distorted and an apologetic look crept to her face. "If you promise me that you wouldn't tell anyone, then I want to share something bothering me for a long time." Katherine was good at faking. She smiled and nodded at her in eager to continue. Tatia sighed deeply. "I'm utterly torn between two brothers, Katerina."

For her whole life Katherine had believed that Tatia was selfish, but that moment was enough to change her opinion towards her sister. Worst. Tatia was worst. Katerina inwardly shook her head. Disapproving as well distasteful nod, it was.

Yes, she was judging her sister. How could someone love two men at the same? That was completely wrong, unacceptable. She was now fuming. Tatia needed two men at the same time?

And Elijah was the one whom Tatia was playing with? His heart would break when he learned what Tatia was having in her mind.

"This is wrong, Tatia!" she half-yelled. The older sister squeezed her hand harshly in order to calm down. Yanking her hand, Katherine huffed.

Slowly she remembered the agony Elijah was put through when his pregnant wife was dead.

Yes, Elijah was a widower. She was fourteen springs old when she saw him getting married. His wife could be no younger than Tatia. Katherine had known how much Elijah mourned for his wife and still-born baby. It took him almost two summers to move on.

He was sensitive, Katherine knew, and Tatia was playing with him.

"I know, Katerina." Tatia bit her lip nervously. "But they both promised me to give bright future. I cannot decide with whom I have to share rest of my life."

That was making Katherine sick. Then she had gotten sly.

"I don't know about Niklaus, Tatia." She began hiding her obvious revulsion for her sister. "But Elijah doesn't deserve to be your victim. He had gone through a lot before now. So I suggest you to cease your actions which can bring him pain." Her suggestion was so clear and Tatia was no fool. Silently she started to pray that Tatia would let go of Elijah and choose his brother instead.

Tatia pressed her lips into a thin line as she nodded distantly. "You are right. Niklaus is undeniably nice person—but I cannot say if he will look after Abel like his own." She nodded coming to some conclusion. "Whereas Elijah and I have something in common. I'm sure now like he promised he will definitely take Abel under his wing." Then she smiled at gaping Katherine and took her hand planting a soft kiss on the back of it. "Thank you, little sister. You helped me to decide."

Katherine began to chew her cheek from inside looking between Elijah and Niklaus. Everything had gone wrong now. "I did nothing." She muttered.

"Oh silly you!" Tatia giggled and got up walking towards Elijah.

Katherine would hate herself for the rest of life. Right then she felt like slapping herself acting like an idiot. Standing up she returned to her house while imagining the rest. She was doomed.


Mikael sat there in disgust, listening to every word those sisters spoke.

Whore. That widow was nothing but a whore. A woman with low standards could never be his daughter-in-law.

Mikael was always choosy when it came to family. He had married Finn to the girl from well endowed background, and she was very good at doing her chores. Never had she done things which could bring the family's name down. Similarly he married Elijah with a girl who tragically died that night during child-birth. Even that girl had behaved well like he expected.

Just to confirm this information, he sighed at Rebekah to come. She immediately stopped to dance and ran to him.

The smile on her angelic face relieved Mikael from his anger and stress. His lips bent into a genuine smile as she settled beside him. Patting on her head affectionately, Mikael wondered how soon his daughter had grown up.

"Yes, father?" she asked rather cheerily.

Quickly he snapped out of it and asked her casually. "What is going on with your brothers and that widow?" Rebekah became rigid and bit her lip nervously. He smiled stiffly, and encouraged her to speak. "Come on now, muffin. You know I will never hurt my daughter."

Mikael never raised hand at Rebekah. No true man would raise his hand against woman, he believed, especially on his beloved daughter.

"Both Nik and Elijah have feelings towards Tatia, father. That's all I know."

"So you know!" he exclaimed with a huff drinking from his wooden stein.

"Er—yes father." Rebekah admitted sadly and lowered her gaze. "Everyone knows except Elijah."

"And Niklaus? Does he know?"

Rebekah was careful as she replied. "I'm not sure, father."

That brought Mikael's concern. Mikael would excuse Elijah as he understood his pain and then his craving for some affection only a spouse could provide. When coming to Niklaus—Mikael was not surprised for his actions. He knew that his brother was in love with that widow but he didn't seem to be sorry for that? Mikael had always known that Niklaus was some wretched soul. He wondered how much different Niklaus was. That boy couldn't learn how to hunt down properly, never learned magic from his mother completely. Everything he did was of no use. In his mind, Niklaus would always remain as a pathetic person he was.

Situation didn't seem pleasing.

No one should hurt his family. And he wanted to teach a lesson to the girl, who had been playing with his sons.

But then he would despise his sons for being fools to bow down and kiss her feet.

Recalling the conversation between those sisters, Mikael placed his empty wooden stein on the ground.

The youngest Petrova seemed to consider Elijah's feelings. It was obvious and Mikael would appreciate her for not supporting her widow sister. Slowly he began to think. Maybe she could bring some hope and light in Elijah's life. She was ethical, and after listening to her speech he was sure that she could make healthy decisions if she had to.

Suddenly that brilliant idea struck to his mind. Yes, he would go and talk to that girl's parents.

He was content with himself as he watched Elijah who was speaking to that widow. Mikael's features distorted watching the silent conversation between Niklaus and that wench in parallel.

Niklaus—

Mikael groaned, and squinted at him as Niklaus stood up and walked out from there. He would find a way to teach that boy, and he must be sorry for the rest of his life.

Yes.


Caroline smiled looking up at the bright full moon and the stars twinkling along with it. She would never get bored of it.

Whenever there was celebration in the village, Caroline had to stay away. But no one including her family knew what she would do at that time. Sitting on the river bank and simply smile at her surroundings—that was she had been doing. Her village was the safest place she knew. Even at nights she could roam freely with no possible danger.

Resting her chin on her knees, she curled her legs and watched floating sound of river.

It was then she heard some ruffling sound of leaves from her behind. She became alert and turned around to spot a man. He didn't seem to notice her for a moment, and when he did he stopped dead in tracks.

She then got up. Probably he was thinking of her curse. Thinking to leave the place before he would make any nasty remarks, she moved but then halted by his words.

"No, um—" he mumbled stepping into light. Caroline recognized him soon. He was one of Elijah's brothers, Niklaus. "You need not leave."

Caroline saw him smiling hesitantly at her. Of course, as a part polite demeanor she returned the smile.

"You must be Tatia's friend?" he asked stepping close. He didn't knew her well, maybe.

Caroline shook her head as no and tried to convey him that she was Tatia's sister's friend with her hands. She assumed he saw her along with Katherine and Tatia one day.

He took a moment to understand what she meant.

"Oh?" he buzzed and smiled brightly as he introduced himself. "I'm Niklaus."

Caroline smiled but it faded away as she couldn't give her name to him.

"That is fine." He said, understood her sorrow, as he settled down to enjoy the view. He gave her questioning look. "Are you not comfortable in my presence?" he asked concernedly.

She looked at her surroundings before she sat at some distance.

"It is very peaceful in here, isn't it?" he asked after a moment of silence. To which she nodded as a reply, and then pointed at him and the direction of village.

He frowned at first. "Me and—village?" Caroline quivered her head, and Niklaus blinked a couple of times. "Oh? Do you mean what am I doing out of festival?" She nodded slightly. His eyes narrowed and displayed exhaustion. "I need—some space."

Caroline bit her lip and observed him as he stared at the water body in front. His eyes were gleaming with something as he looked up at the full moon. There was some kind of inconvenience in him, something was bothering him internally.

Probably he was having his demons.

And then she could faintly spot bruises on his forearms, under moonlight. It was so clear that they were from whiplashes.

She concluded that he was mistreated by someone.

When Niklaus glanced back at her, she averted her gaze quickly. "Why didn't you attend festival?" he asked casually.

She tried her best to convey that she was not allowed to. At first he didn't understand the reason. He didn't see her like others. Niklaus was positively like Katherine. He didn't believe that she was cursed.

Slowly his eyes displayed pity for her which, of course, made her uncomfortable.

He scoffed to cheer up her. "There is no use of spending time among them. You know what kind of mess is going on in there? People are very much drunk and mindlessly hopping around for odd kind of music."

Caroline gave him a toothy smile, and wiggled her finger at him accusingly.

Niklaus ran hands throughout his shoulder length blonde hair as he chuckled. "Yes, I'm drunk too, only wee bit." He sighed. When she squinted at him, he raised his hands in surrender. "Guilty!"

Few moments passed in silence before she thought to get back to home. When she was about to stand up she remembered something. If her parents had found that she was roaming out, then it would become trouble. For sure.

Biting her lip, she sighed to him. Touching her lips she quivered her head and then pointed in the direction of village. Niklaus' gaze softened before it sparked up with assurance.

"Do not worry. Your secret is safe with me." Caroline smiled gratefully and gave him a curt nod when he added: "We shall meet again."

Caroline quivered her head in acceptance before she turned around to walk away from there, satisfied that she made a new friend.

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