Sorry that I uploaded this a bit later than usual. Usually, I don't update everyday, but since I'm leaving to go to college next week Wednesday, I thought I could do this in my free time. I hope you enjoy the chapter. Please Read & Review.
"And to what do I owe this visit to?" Klaus asked Elijah.
Elijah said, "I came to see whether you arrived to a final decision?"
Klaus was silent for a second. "No."
Elijah did not reply. Shortly after, he said, "Well, I'm sorry for bothering you two." Elijah glanced at me once again. Yes, I did sleep over, but nothing had happened between Klaus and I. Nothing that would seem like an affair at least.
"No, nothing happened between us." I defended. "I just came to visit, and Klaus offered me a room in his home."
Elijah stared at me in disbelief. Klaus's eyes did not falter. They were in complete focus. Not for a second did he take his eyes off Elijah.
Elijah asked me, "Do you mind if I speak to my brother in father?"
"No, of course, go ahead," I said. I returned to the guest room. I was not in the mood nor did I care to listen to the conversation that the two was sharing between them.
I lied on top of the bed. I assumed that Klaus and I were not leaving anytime soon. I just lied flat staring at the blank ceiling. It wasn't like I didn't want to know what Klaus and Elijah were talking about. It was more like I didn't want to be that person. However, there wasn't much to do in this room other than clench onto the 100% Egyptian cotton sheets. After staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, I decided to check my phone. I borrowed Klaus's iPhone 5 charger, and I was finally at 78%. I could kill a few minutes playing Candy Crush or Minion Rush, but I was not in the mood.
A few minutes later, I realized that I got a message from Tyler. I was stunned. I actually hoped he was not in Mystic Falls because I did not know how I was going to explain myself. I was in New Orleans. I was 7 hours away from Mystical Falls, and lastly, I was sleeping in another man's house. I clicked open the message. The message said, "Sorry, it's going to take me an additional week to get home." I sighed a breath of relief at the message. Sadly, I noticed the change within myself. I had been wishing for weeks for Tyler to come back home. And now, I was hoping he would stay away. The last line of the message tugged on my heart strings, "I love you."
Instead of messaging Tyler back, I wanted to hear his voice. It's been about four days since I last heard his voice. The fact that I wanted to hear his voice had nothing to do with a dying urge, but because I wanted to remember. I wanted remember that I was Tyler's girl. As I dialed the first couple of digits of Tyler's cell number, I heard shouting. It was most definitely Klaus and Elijah. I clicked on Tyler's contact, and the phone began to ring. As I focused on my hearing, I overheard the last lines of Klaus and Elijah's dreaded conversation.
"What about Hayley?" Elijah asked.
Klaus replied, "What about her?"
"Do not forget, Klaus, she is carrying your child."
My cellphone immediately dropped to the floor. I could hear Tyler's voice calling out to me, but as soon as the phone hit the ground, the phone dropped the call. Seconds later, I found myself out of the house with my purse.
The house was silent.
"I'm assuming she heard our conversation," Elijah said.
I could feel Klaus's presence not too far behind me. I slowed down, so I could glance backwards. I saw Klaus running across the street as he almost got hit by moving cars. I had no idea as to why I slowed down. Maybe I just wanted him to explain himself. Why was Hayley carrying Klaus's child? How was she carrying his child?
"Caroline," Klaus said. My stomach was twisted in knots, each one getting tighter with every passing second. I didn't reply. I just stood there. "Won't you talk to me?"
I exploded, "What do you want me to say?"
"Anything, anything at all," Klaus replied.
I gathered enough courage to say the one thing I really wanted to know. "I just want to know one thing. How, Klaus? How is she?" I said with disgust. "How is Hayley carrying your child?"
Klaus for a moment did not look directly at me. He, at first, looked at the ground, and then he looked at the top of the buildings. I still remember when I saw all the vampires standing on top of the roofs of the buildings cheering with joy. His eyes soon refocused of me. "As I said before, things are not as they seem." That was all he could say.
"Well, I'm sorry I ruined your perfect life." I turned away, so I could leave.
I felt a tug at my arm. I looked back at Klaus. I look deep into his blue eyes. The message was obvious. "Don't go."
"Thank you for your hospitality, but I think its best that I leave," I said. I felt the release of my arm. Soon enough, I found myself back at the hole in the barrier.
As I was about to step through, I was alarmed by an unknown guest.
"Who are you?" he asked.
I didn't reply.
"Who are you?" he repeated.
I responded, "My name is Caroline."
"What are you doing here?" he questioned.
I said, "Leaving."
"But the fun's about to begin," the strange man said. Chills began to form as the shape of his grin began to outline. He soon grabbed hold of my arm. It was too tight for me budge, and since I did not really know the place, I was afraid to upset him. He took me back into downtown. I looked up to see where I had been dragged to. The outside looked like a bar. "We're here," he said.
I asked, "Where is here exactly?"
"You'll see," he flashed the same creepy grin that he had flashed not too long ago.
Dragged into the bar, I was brought to an old door. It looked like it had been scratched at or even worse, gnawed. He opened up the door. Inside were beautifully red, draped curtains. They were cream table stools. Iron railings separated the first and the second floor. People were everywhere chatting about and having drinks. Even I could not stop staring at the Roman style buttresses.
"That is Marcel," the stranger pointed out to a tall, dark man with a moustache. He continued to smile as we watched him. "I'll introduce you."
Being dragged once again, I was brought face to face with Marcel.
"I haven't seen you around here before," Marcel said.
I replied, "Well, I'm not exactly from around here."
"Are you here visiting someone?" Marcel asked. I thought of Klaus, but at this moment, he was the last person I wanted to see.
I said, "No, I just needed some time by myself, but I think its best that I start heading back home."
"No, you should stay. You couldn't have enjoyed the New Orleans experience yet." Marcel insisted.
Not trying to sound rude, "I don't know."
"I'll even let you stay here...um, what's your name again?" Marcel offered.
I answered, "It's Caroline." I was tired after everything that happened with Klaus. Marcel seemed like a nice guy, and I was a bit scared as to what would happen if I refused his hospitality. The people here seem happy and relaxed. I could take care of myself. "I'll be in your care." Marcel flashed a smile, and we soon shook hands. As we shook hands, I felt a coldness emitting from his hand. It was as though I had been stung by a wasp in the ice, cold winter.
And that ends this chapter. I wanted this chapter to be more dramatic as the other one was more cute/awkward. Thanks for reading, and I hope you continue. Please Read & Review.
