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Chapter 7:

1700, Mikaelsons' island IV

The candlelight had stopped flickering a few hours ago, leaving Klaus to stare at where his ceiling used to be. Everything was pitch black including the very corners of his brain that was poisoned by his latest nightmare.

It was a scream. That was it. A high pitched cry into the night that left him shivering and empty.

A small body pressed to his side, as if sensing his distress. It was warm and oh so soft. He looked to the figure with a knowing smile. Caroline had herself up against his arm, leaving a trail of warmth from his shoulders down to his knee where one of her legs tangled with his. He didn't care to scoot away. Her unconscious touch calmed him greatly.

She mumbled something about fruit cakes.

He softly chuckled, not wanting to disturb her sleep.

Reluctantly, he untangled their legs and got up, running his hands through his hair a few times. He opened the door to his other private chamber that was connected to the bedroom.

In the middle a wooden tub lay large enough to fit three people. He remembered how he and his many women would share it. However, it was now covered in dust having not been used for months now. He sighed. It was good to be back after a long time. It was one if his favorite islands that the Mikaelson family owned. Then again, they owned around nine islands.

He made a note to himself to go to the village today and hire housekeepers. It was highly unlikely that he was going to clean up after himself and his siblings.

He walked towards the corner of the room and trailed a finger along the wallpaper. It was very fine material, the finest you can buy. But it was slowly withering away. He tsked.

The house was truly in dire need of replenishing.

He suddenly heard someone faintly curse as wood creaked against wood. He chuckled to himself as he walked back towards the bedroom to see what was going on. By opening the door, sunlight from the washing room drifted onto the bed. It was still dawn, so the sun wasn't at its full effect, but it was enough for Klaus to see the bed empty, and Caroline clutching at her toe on the floor, the bedside table askew.

He tried not to laugh at her expression, but she saw right through him.

"Damn those drapes, don't you have lighter ones. Ones that don't actually suck every once of light in this chamber?!" she growled, sitting back down on the bed.

Klaus scratched his nose to cover his smirk. He couldn't remember the last girl that entertained him by the smallest, silliest things that she did, in fact Klaus knew that he had never met one like Caroline. She made everything so much more entertaining.

He crouched down to her injured feet, making her catch her breath at the proximity. He trailed his fingers across her ankle. She trembled, though it wasn't cold at all.

"A mere stubbed toe, you'll be fine." He said smirking at her. He straightened up and walked towards the curtains, undraping them. She slapped her hands onto her lap. Okay… shake it off Caroline, she thought to herself.

"So what are we going to do today? Kill village people's children?" she asked with mock enthusiasm.

He laughed, "Kill children?"

"Yes, isn't that what you pirates do for fun? Terrorize people and such."

He looked down snickering, "You really have the wrong idea about my profession."

"right." She muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Actually I think visiting the market wouldn't be such a bad idea."

"So there are people who live here. Do they like the fact that you own them like slaves?"

Klaus put down one of the decorative ornaments he was studying back, onto a coffee table in frustration. He let out a sigh.

"Why do you always have to be so bloody sardonic about everything?" he growled.

"I'm a captive. What else am I supposed to do? Sing and dance a toddler's rhyme? I'm afraid that's not going to happen anytime soon."

He rolled his eyes. "I like you best fast asleep. Yet, even when you are unconscious you never fail to cause me irritation."

Caroline's jaw fell in shock. How rude!

"Fowl man!" she called after him as he left his chamber.

Klaus shut the door behind him. At times she could be absolutely annoying.

"Nik!"

He turned to find his sister in much more ladylike clothes. Even though the Mikaelsons were pirates and dressed according to comfort and intimidation, when they landed they preferred the normal attire. Although they did make sure it was still comfortable not like the stiff clothes back in England. Rebekah still wore a Spanish dress, but this one trailed to her feet and had long sleeves. It was also a light green rather than her usual choice of black and red. Klaus looked down at his breeches. He was still bare-chested.

"I need a change."

She nodded. "Yes, you do. Here. Kol has extra shirts."

Klaus took one and put it on.

"There, all ready. I believe we need to pay the village a visit." He said.

"Already got that covered. We had some extra food aboard the ship. I'll take them along with us and distribute them to the people."

Klaus nodded. Contrary to Caroline's belief the Mikaelsons were the best thing that had ever happened to the island. They always brought back food, medicine and other necessities from around the world. In quantities that could last the poor people years. Before their arrival the entire place was plagued with disease and despair.

They brought life to the land.

"Niklaus." another voice called out.

Elijah walked towards his two siblings.

"Breakfast is ready. Finn would slice off my ear if we did not taste his food."

Klaus and Rebekah chuckled, knowing Finn; Elijah wasn't far off from the truth.

"Very well" Klaus said, "I'll inform Caroline. You two go ahead."

The two walked away, while he entered the chamber.


Caroline was holding out Klaus's sword she found on a table nearby. She aimed it at the wall, shaking a bit. Absolute fear etched on her face, along with determination.

On the wall, the biggest spider was crawling around, probably the size of her head. Caroline tried to keep her stomach as she aimed at it again. Closing her eyes, too afraid to see the gore of her task, she hit it.

"Hiya!" she cried out. After a while, she opened an eye to take a look. The spider still lounged on the wall.

"Really?!" she gasped out in frustration. She completely missed! She did more harm to the wall paper than she did to the disgusting creature. She grimaced at the long, dented line she had caused. Woops.

The door suddenly opened causing her to jump and point at the intruder instead.

Klaus raised his eyebrows in amusement.

"And what are you trying to accomplish?"

"Ugh." She said, putting the sword down once she realized it was only Klaus. She pointed at the abomination on the wall.

"I am trying to kill this… this beast!"

"Beast?" he chuckled. He walked to her, "Give me that thing before you injure yourself."

She shoved the sword at him, "You do it yourself if you're so smart."

He looked at her. "If you slice it open, you will infect the entire room with a horrible smell."

Caroline gulped. Yuck.

He smirked as he lent out the tip of the sword to the spider. It crawled at top it. After making sure it stayed put he walked past Caroline (who shrieked away) and darted it out the window.

"There, it will crawl away back into the forest where it came from." He said, taking out a cloth from a chest vault he wiped the tip of his weapon.

"No need to squeal like a little girl." He laughed, shaking his head. He stopped at the doorway, "Oh and breakfast is ready." He shut the door leaving Caroline to glare at it with narrowed eyes. She shook her head. Good job on making a fool of yourself, Caroline.


Caroline closed the door behind her after changing. She stopped dead in her tracks; she had no idea where the dining room was.

"Great. Very smart, Klaus." She mumbled walking aimlessly to where she remembered they first came through.

As she was descending the stairs she bumped into someone who was going up. She was about to fall down the steps when an arm went around her waist.

"Careful, little one!"

Caroline looked up to see Finn. He chuckled.

"I was actually on my way to see whether or not you were going to have breakfast. Kol is also still fast asleep."

"Oh I was just heading towards the dining room, would you, uhm, explain to me where it is?" she asked hesitantly, hating the embarrassment that followed.

He laughed. "Right across the entrance hall to the left. Now if you'll excuse me. I am going to try and wake my brother up." he smiled before walking away.

Caroline watched the gentlemanly Finn walk up the stairs, she gave an approving nod.

Huh, she pondered to herself, why on earth was Klaus the only annoying one of his siblings? The others to Caroline were perfect! And then there was Kol, but for his young age it was expected to be rather cocky. She didn't have to remember Finn's directions since the loud laughter that echoed through the mansion led her.

She was met with the large dining hall. The walls were mainly of glass, exposing the forests and a small village a few kilometers away. She gasped. It was like breakfasting in the woods itself. The glassed wall took up the entire room. The dining table was just as long topped with fresh food. She had never seen such infrastructure before. A house made of glass and rich wood.

Her stomach grumbled.

"Ah, Caroline, do join us!" Elijah called to her. Caroline studied everyone. Klaus was sitting at the head of the table (of course, what would you expect with such a dominating man, Caroline thought with a roll of her eyes) on either side of him Elijah and Rebekah sat. Next to Rebekah Elena, Matthew and then an empty seat, supposedly Finn's. On the other side of the table Elijah sat beside Klaus. Next to him were two empty seats and then Stefan Salvatore, who gave her a nod with a smile. She smiled back.

Nice man.

On the other head of the table sat Damon Salvatore (another obviously dominating man). He wiggled his eyebrows as he gave her a seductive wave. Her smile departed her face. Fowl man.

Caroline chose the seat right next to Elijah.

"Please, help yourself." Elijah gestured at the food politely. Caroline smiled before looking up at Klaus. He was drinking blood red wine from a goblet as he locked eyes with her. She quickly looked away only to land her gaze on Elena.

"We are going to the village!" she said excitedly. Caroline raised her eyebrows at her eager friend. Sometimes she wondered whether or not her friends have forgotten they were captives and not guests to the Mikaelsons.

"I heard." She answered, glaring at Klaus as if he was to be accused. He smirked. Looking down at his food.

"I can't be patient! Apparently we get free goods!"

"Of course, dear. You're with us. They won't mind at all." Rebekah chimed.

Elena grinned at Rebekah before turning to Caroline again.

"Free. Goods. God, this is great." Elena said shaking her head at how lucky she was. Caroline wanted to hang herself.

She was munching on a muffin and staring at the view of the glass wall before her, when Kol appeared at the doorway.

"What'd I miss?" he said, smugly. Although Caroline did not think he had anything to be smug about. Behind him Finn appeared, the tip of his sword pressing against Kol's back. He smiled very smugly indeed.

Damon laughed loudly earning himself a glare from the Mikaelson who went to sit beside Caroline.

"This is priceless." He said as he wiped a tear away.

"Amused are you, Salvatore?" Kol retorted bitterly.

Damon winked at him, "Very."

"I can tear you to pieces."

"I can drown you in a bath tub."

"You can't even help yourself when a girl renders you unconscious with purple powder!"

"Why you little…"

"Stefan, mate." Klaus started, irritated with the bickering. He discarded his fork and knife onto his plate with a loud clank. "Control your poor excuse of a brother. I can only handle him for so long."

Stefan turned to Damon, slapping the back of his neck.

Caroline laughed out. She now clearly noticed the Mikaelsons only tolerated Damon for Stefan's sake. She was not at all surprised.

The men went silent as they stared at Caroline as she musically giggled away. She gave a few nervous laughs, noticing the attention until she cleared her throat and remained silent.

Rebekah then laughed.

"What a girl." She said. After a while everyone began to join in.

"So, Caroline. Nik told us all about you, Malory and Beauty. What are your comments?" Stefan asked.

It took her a while to find the correct adjective to describe the feeling she had towards the whole arrangement.

"Nauseating." She finally declared. Everyone snorted except Klaus who raised his eyebrows.

"Do you wish to find yourself at the old man's disposal?" he asked.

"No." she muttered.

"Excellent. So the adjective you're looking for is grateful."

She rolled her eyes.

"By and by, please hurry up. We need to get to the market while it is still morn. No need to suffer the horrendous crowd of the afternoon. Don't want to lose anyone, now do we?" he said, looking particularly at Caroline's direction. She stared daggers, clearly understanding the threat behind his tone. She wasn't going anywhere near a chance at running away. She wouldn't be shocked if he had her roped with a canine's leach.


"Not crowded? How is this not crowded?" Caroline complained.

They still had not reached the village but the body of people could be seen from afar.

"Trust me when I say this is not crowded." Kol whispered into her ears, it was obvious he didn't like this anymore than she did.

"Lord Niklaus!" a woman cried out as they entered the small village. She appeared out of the crowd, holding a basket filled with clothes of all the same ragged texture. She was tanned and had graying hair, yet Caroline was stunned by how beautiful she was. She had lush lips, and eyes that were fierce. She wasn't young, she knew that for sure. She seemed to be 40 yet she looked too gorgeous for her age.

She walked up to Klaus and kissed him on the cheek tenderly, earning a smile from the man.

"How is Annabel, pearl?" he asked.

"Very great, although we still need some of that potion. Many people have gone sick again." She said with a hollow voice. That woman has probably gone through hell.

"All here, dear." Rebekah said with a barrel in her arms.

"Excellent! Come. I shall lead you to the sick." She said. Rebekah followed suit, dutifully.

Someone tugged at Caroline's sleeves.

"Look!"

Elena pulled her friend to a man who sat on the ground. Before him on the floor, dozens of jewelry were laid out, beckoning buyers to him. Caroline looked over the bracelets. Each was more beautiful than the next that she felt dizzy trying to choose which stood out the most. Another hand pulled her away from the huddled group. She stumbled till she met Klaus's disapproving glare.

"Stay near." He ordered.

Caroline was about to kick his shin, when Stefan stepped to her side.

"Unnerving, isn't he?" he whispered.

"Is he always like this?" she asked him as they began to walk behind Klaus who picked up a batch of wallpaper samplings.

"Can't remember a time when he wasn't." Stefan laughed, but then he sobered up. "No, I've seen him in better moods. He is just a tad too careful these days, with all that's been happening."

Caroline suddenly remembered the night before. Klaus still hadn't told her what they were lying low from. She stole a sideways glance at the Salvatore. She then cleared her throat and decided to play along.

"Yes, yes, it is unfortunate. I hope he finds it soon."

Stefan gave her a surprised look. "So you know?"

"I know everything about it." Caroline confirmed.

"Right. So what do you think we should do?" he said, stopping right in front of her and preventing her from walking onwards. She staggered.

"What… what do I think?"

Stefan nodded, amused, "What action do you see fit?"

She opened her mouth about to answer when something attacked her legs and glued them together. She shrieked, looking down.

A mud covered child looked up at her with big brown eyes. The little boy was grinning with joy. Caroline looked around, to see if his parents were anywhere nearby. Finding no distressed couple, she crouched down to match the boy's height.

"Where is your mother?" Caroline asked tenderly.

"They don't speak our tongue." Stefan chuckled. "Spanish is their mother language."

"Do you speak it?"

He shrugged smiling down at the two.

Very helpful, the blonde thought bitterly.

"Venir, princesa." The little boy said, before dragging Caroline along to wherever. She looked over her shoulder at Stefan who merely followed. He wasn't going to give Klaus any reason to yell at him for leaving her on her own. The boy led them through a venue of little huts and cattle. Smoke from the many bushels of firewood fogged Caroline's vision. The little boy was her only means of direction. She watched as some ragged clothed women stopped their chores to look up at her. She was a blonde after all, a strange sight the people have never seen except on Lady Rebekah. If she resembled their savior, they instantly took a liking in her.

As if a wisp of wind brought it to her, a musical note caught her ear. She stopped struggling against the child's pull, allowing the boy to take her to a wide opening of space. She looked around at the many people. They were crowded in the center of the opening, moving along harmoniously as if a beat guided their course of movement. They were dancing, to Caroline's delight. She searched the source of the music and found three men. One of them was older than the other two, beard as pale as parchment and teeth yellowing away. Nevertheless, he held a soft kind smile.

The two beside him were fine looking boys, probably his sons. Each man held an instrument in their hands. The two boys had flutes, while the man had a guitar. These instruments were foreign to Caroline, but she couldn't care less. It made her want to dance with the townspeople.

"Princesa!" the little boy, still holding her hand cried out.

Everyone, to her absolute dismay, stopped dancing. They turned to stare at Caroline, making her uncomfortable and self conscious. She never worked well with crowds, the Lockwood ball proved it.

"Hello?" she said with a small voice, after the silence became deafening. Her voice was lower than she had wanted it to be, failing to cut through the sudden tension.

An old woman walked up to her with distaste. She was shorter than Caroline, but that didn't make her seem any less scary. She rose up onto her toes and brought her face too close to Caroline's, without a single wink.

Caroline gulped.

"Princesa!" the woman cried out, into her face. With a flap of her arms and a huge grin. Caroline smiled back with a grimace before the woman pulled her too roughly to the crowd.

Stefan laughed, reminding her he was still present.

"Help!" she yelped, as one man took her into his arms and began twirling her till she went dizzy.

The Salvatore smiled at her. Instead of stopping the crowd and saving her, he let a woman take his hand and lead him to the dance. He joined in quickly, as if he had danced this upbeat and lovely tradition before.

Caroline's eyes widened at his betrayal.

"Son of a… Whoa!"

She was silenced as the man twirled her faster. Caroline shut her eyes as tight as possible, waiting for the dance to end. After a few minutes, it still continued.

"When is this going to stop." She muttered.

"It doesn't!" Stefan chirped to her, as he swung by before disappearing again.

"Enjoy, Princesa." Her partner said with a very thick accent. She opened her eyes to see the old man. He was tall yet chubby, reminding her of Matthew's chef father who was a nice jolly man. The resemblance calmed her massively.

She smiled hesitantly as she tried to accommodate to the fast paced dance. After a while, she gave a little giggle. The wind played with her hair. She twirled and twirled and twirled, letting the music take her away. Her heart beat faster while her breathing grew shallow and rapid. It was exhilarating.

She gave a yelp of surprise as all the dancers suddenly switched partners.

"See? It isn't as bad as you had anticipated!" She looked at her partner who turned out to be no other than Stefan himself.

"Right." She said with a huge grin, "Let's see how fast you can trot, Salvatore."


"What do you think, Stefan?" Klaus said. He held a sample he really liked. It was a strange, yet lovely, blue color he couldn't help but feel like he had seen the exact shade before. After a while, he noticed his friend did not answer.

"Stefan?" he asked again, a little bit irritated. He looked up to see no sign of his pal… and Caroline.

He gave the sample back to its owner, as he looked around with a murderous gaze.

"That bloody fool." He muttered as he marched away from the seller and further into the market, searching for his mate and captive.

It took him a while till he found the dancing people. He searched amongst them for a familiar face. It wasn't long before he finally caught sight of the two trotting away. She held a huge smile he had never seen before. He watched as Stefan said something that made her laugh out. A surge of anger rose within him. How come she is so easily pleased with other men? Is he too fowl she couldn't even spare him a polite glance?

"Stefan!" he yelled out. The Salvatore stopped, making Caroline protest.

"Too tired, Salvatore? I thought you knew this one!" she teased him.

"I know it by heart, don't flatter yourself. But I do believe something wicked this way comes." He said as he pulled her to Klaus.

"Oh, dear lord." She said, rolling her eyes.

The Mikaelson gritted his teeth as he studied the blonde. What part of 'stay near' was too hard for her to understand?!

Although he was furious, he couldn't help but feel the negative emotion fading away as he studied Caroline. She had a happy glow on her face, a blush coloring her cheeks pink. Her lips were a lovely red as they pursed.

She was enjoying herself, before he intruded. Klaus sighed, despite himself he felt guilty for stopping the dance.

"No time for fun, love. We need to get going." He said grabbing her arms and pulling her back to the market.

"Why can't I stay here with Stefan while you do whatever it is you want to do?!" she whined like a child.

"Insolent little toddler." He muttered, not answering her question.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here."

The three turned to find a tall young woman with curves that would burn any man's eyes. She had on a black dress that clung to her like second skin. Her hair hung in great big curls trailing down to her waist. She leaned her weight on one leg, letting the side of her hips jut out seductively. Her arms were crossed as she smirked at Klaus. Caroline's eyes widened. The woman looked like an older, more scandalous looking Elena.

"Katerina." Klaus acknowledged, a mischievous smile making its way to his lips.

She walked up to him and kissed him fully on the mouth.

Caroline felt like someone slapped her across the face.

The woman, supposedly Katerina, giggled with insincerity before catching sight of the blonde.

"Oh." She said, not bothering to hide her disappointment, "You've been busy."

"Easy there, vixen. She's just an accomplice." Klaus practically purred into her ears.

Katerina trailed a finger down his chest, "Tell me more." She pouted.

Klaus cocked his head to the side mimicking her pout. He pushed her away as he walked to another merchant.

"Not now." He said, regaining interest with the renovation, expressionless.

She sighed before switching her predator eyes to Stefan.

"Missed me, Stefan?"

He rolled his eyes as he walked away. Caroline looked back at the woman. What did she do to make a kind man like Stefan treat her so coldly?

"Katerina."

"Rebekah."

Caroline jumped at the sudden appearance of the female Mikaelson. She too, regarded the fiery Katerina with a glare. Elena stood next to Rebekah, her eyes widened as she stared at the woman before her, almost a reflection of her own face.

Katerina smiled with a raised brow at the lady in waiting.

"I never thought it could be true, the saying." She paused, walking up to Elena and smoothing out a lock of the brunette's hair. "Legend says two who are unlikely to meet may look the exact replica of the other. Oh well, guess that's not entirely true, since we are meeting this very moment and…. Well…" the young woman looked down at Elena's figure shamelessly. Caroline knew she was seizing Elena up, noticing her slender figure and softer features. "You haven't reached womanhood yet."

Elena's jaw fell as Katherine regarded Rebekah.

"How is breaking hearts for you?" the blonde pirate spat out.

"Get's me to places I need to be."

"Who was the poor man this time? The leader of the northern group?"

"He gave me an expensive necklace if you'd like me to show you." Katherine smiled, sickly sweet.

Rebekah rolled her eyes, pulling Caroline and Elena away from her. The tall brunette shrugged before walking back to Klaus, wrapping her arms around his torso while he studied furniture. He pretended she did not exist, making Caroline feel a weird sense of relief. Although, she couldn't help but stare at the woman's derrière.

"She's pretty."

"She's a cunning monster." Rebekah replied with venom in her mouth, "Don't let her fool you. She isn't the average whore. She's too smart and proud for that. She knows how to get to a man's heart, break it and leave her victim to die in vain, without using her sexuality. All for the sake of getting what she wants."

Caroline flinched away, as Rebekah continued to rant out.

"What wrong did she ever do to you?!"

"Not me." she whispered as she watched someone walk past Katerina with a stiff posture. Elijah joined the three gossiping ladies.

Caroline looked at the usually kind, pulled together man. He seemed fazed by the woman's presence, like he was really uncomfortable in his very skin.

"I fail to understand why she remains on our island." Rebekah angrily whispered.

Elijah sighed, "She had the entire island do as she pleased before we came along. This is where her roots lie, and not to forget her family. She would never leave."

"Pity."

"Bekah…"

"A girl can dream!"

For the rest of the shopping spree, Caroline had to watch gloomily as Katerina continued to touch Klaus inappropriately. With each stolen kiss she felt like she wouldn't mind grabbing a needle and poking it into the woman's eyes.

She followed Elena, Matthew and Rebekah around with arms crossed. She didn't bother conversing with the three as they looked around the market. At that moment, she wished she was back with the dancing village people and Stefan, who she thought, was quite fun to be around.

Caroline abruptly stopped dead in her tracks as Klaus bent down to the jeweler she and Elena were at, earlier that day. He picked up a rather beautiful looking necklace and studied it. She felt excitement for some strange reason.

To her absolute horror, Katerina took it from him and put it around her neck, showing it off. He smiled absently at her before giving a few coins to the man. The two walked away from the merchant leaving Caroline gaping at them.

"Humph." She said out loud. What on earth was wrong with her? She didn't want a stupid chain from a stupid man. Rolling her eyes at her own stupidity, she shook the blues away, no longer feeling down at something so trivial.

"We're all done!" A relieved looking Kol declared to them. "Nik just told me to gather the things and head back to the house."

"Finally!" Rebekah let out, making Elena and Matthew laugh. The chef's boy took Caroline's arm in his as they walked back to the mansion. She smiled at her dear friend already forgetting Katerina.

Klaus remained behind as he said his farewells to her.

"Thank you for the necklace. It's beautiful!" she giggled.

"Hmm." Was his reply which she gladly took. The two knew that she was only appealing to him for the sake of status. She wanted to appear important and intimidating to the rest of the villagers and how better to do so than to act like the owner of the island's mistress? She wasn't stupid enough to believe she was fooling him as well. He just let her play her childish games. It was a lie if he didn't say he enjoyed her at times, in ways that emotion was completely uncalled for.

After Katerina walked away, he stopped once more at the jeweler.

He bent down, on instincts, to pick up a bracelet with beautiful charms. It was made of silver with blue and green jewels, very elegantly shaped and classy. Not like the giant ruby necklace he had given to Katerina, just to keep her quiet mind you.

He bought it off the merchant before following his family and company back to the mansion.


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Just a note: I love Katherine, don't get me wrong. She is one of my favorite females on TVD. I know she sounds hate-able in this chapter but remember how we all at some point throughout the show, did not like her? This is just it. She will become more awesome later on ;) I also hope this made sense, I'm a little under the weather so my brain isn't functioning that well :P

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