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Two Less Lonely People in The World

Out of All the People in the World

I can't believe your Mine.

Two Less Lonely People in the World –Air Supply


It had been two days since Kol had woken up, and had started walking around, with the help of Bonnie, and her tender care. In those two days, when Klaus and Caroline had taken those days to grow closer. It had been over a week since she had been captured, and Caroline had never been happier. She loved being out in the wilderness, and living for a change, not being groomed to rule a kingdom.

"Where did you learn to draw?" Caroline asked, picking up some sketches of landscapes in Klaus' tent.

Klaus smiled as he watched her. "When I was younger, I found it very relaxing. It helped me escape from the world I lived in." He added in a quiet tone.

Caroline turned her head to look at him, and saw the sad expression on his face. She turned back to look at the pictures and found a sketch of a young boy, no more than fifteen years old.

"Who is this?" She asked, turning to him.

Klaus took a deep breathe. "My younger brother, Henrik." He answered, with a sad voice.

"I don't remember meeting him." She replied, glancing at the picture.

Klaus took in the picture she was holding, tears threatening to fall. "You won't meet him." He whispered, taking the picture from her, and hid it underneath some books.

Caroline watched his reaction carefully, and grasped his hands in hers, causing Klaus to look at her with tear-filled eyes.

"What happened?" She asked, softly.

Klaus closed his eyes in pain, and turned away from her to sit on the bed. Caroline followed, and sat next to him. Taking his hands in hers, she waited for him to begin his tale.

"He died." Klaus replied, in a distant voice.

Caroline closed her eyes in pain, and squeezed his hands. "I'm sorry." She whispered.

Klaus nodded, and lowered his head. "He died right before I joined the Crusades." He continued, looking down at their joined hands.

"I didn't know you were in the crusades." Caroline said, watching him carefully.

Klaus nodded once more, but didn't lift his head. "Henrik was the reason I joined, Elijah's reason too." He added.

"What happened?" She asked, carefully.

"Henrik wanted to learn how to use his sword, so Elijah and I decided to teach him." Klaus began after a moment. "We didn't know the true reason he wanted to learn how to use a sword; we just thought he wanted to learn for kicks." He added, glancing at her, before looking back at their hands.

"We were living in the Lockwood kingdom at the time, and Henrik fancied this young girl, her name was Charlotte." Klaus continued, rubbing his thumbs over Caroline's hands. "Unfortunately, another boy fancied her too, and challenged Henrik to a duel."

Caroline gasped. "No," She whispered, in pain.

Klaus nodded. "Henrik died after the fourth advance, sword went straight through his heart." He replied, in a calm, distant voice.

Caroline watched his expression, and put the pieces together in her mind. "Surely you don't blame yourself for his death." She said, in a surprised tone.

Klaus jerked his head to her, and a scowl appeared on his face. "Why not? Mikael did." He stated, through clenched teeth.

Caroline narrowed her eyes. She had heard of Mikael. Mikael Mikaelson, the man who led the clan until his death in a Lockwood cellar.

"I'm sure he was just hurt, Klaus." She whispered her voice gentle and soft.

Klaus jerked his hands free, and stood up to face her. "You don't understand, Caroline." He stated, harshly. "He whipped, ridiculed, and belittled me, every day of my life. Nothing I did was ever good enough for that man, and when Henrik died, it was just the icing on his cake." He replied, throwing his hands out.

Caroline winced at the pain in his tone, and stood up where she was eye level with him. "Is he the one who gave you the scars on your back?" She whispered, her eyes lowering to his chest.

Klaus inhaled sharply, and then nodded. "At first he was careful, he didn't want to disturb mother, but then he realized he could whip me without her finding out." He replied, in a low voice.

Caroline closed her eyes at the thought of Klaus being whipped by his own father, because his father hated him.

"I can't imagine a man doing that to his son." She whispered, turning away from him.

Klaus chuckled, without humor. "I wasn't his son." He stated, causing her to turn back around to face him. "My mother had an affair with another man, and Mikael found out. He couldn't kill me, because that would've been too easy, instead he decided to punish me for something I had no part of." He added, turning away from her this time.

Caroline felt a pain in her chest at the agony he must have endured at the hands of a man who should have treated him like a son, instead of a bastard. She walked over to Klaus, and held out her hands to his beige tunic, slowly she reached around him and wrapped her arms around his waist, and held him tight. She lifted her head, and gently kissed his back through the fabric, and smiled as she felt his hands resting on top of hers.

She moved her lips to the back of his neck, which by now, was almost covered with his growing hair. She heard him inhale sharply at her actions, and she smiled.

Loosening her hold on him, she moved around to face him, her smile disappearing to a light frown.

"Caroline," He whispered, watching her eyes move to her hands, which were moving to the top of his black tunic.

She moved her hands to the opening of the tunic at his chest, and with a light touch, began stroking his skin.

"Caroline," He whispered more sharply, grasping her hands.

Her eyes fluttered up to look into his, questioning.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to forget you are a princess, and I'm going to lay you down on that bed, and have my way with you." He whispered, in a tight voice.

Caroline's eyes didn't waver, and neither did her face. She realized that a week ago she would have slapped him or ran away, but now she stood in front of him, wanting to know what it felt like for a man to completely love a woman.

Klaus gathered both of her hands on his chest in his left as he raised his right hand to her face. Slowly he stroked her face, and watched as she closed her eyes.

"You would let me. Wouldn't you?" He asked, watching her open her eyes and the desire fade a little.

Caroline lowered her eyes. "I…" She hesitated, with a blush.

Klaus smiled, but didn't laugh. Instead, he lifted her face with his right hand. "Caroline, as much as I desire to have you in my bed, I am not going to take advantage of you." He vowed softly.

Caroline smiled at him. "Who knew a rogue could be a gentleman?" She whispered in a soft voice.

Klaus chuckled. "Believe me. I'm no gentleman, swan." He replied, stroking her face.

She shrugged. "That is a matter of opinion." She stated, stepping back.

Klaus smirked. "Perhaps it's what you want to see." He stated, crossing his arms.

She shook her head. "I don't think so." She replied, twirling around to the bed, and sitting down. "You may treat others harshly, and believe me I've seen you yell at the men, but that was for good reason." She rambled, much to Klaus' amusement. "I've seen you punch a man for disobeying an order." She replied in a strong voice. "But I've also seen your kindness, the way you treat your family, and the other women." She added with a twinge of jealousy. "And the way you treat me." She finished, looking down at her hands.

Klaus smiled, and knelt down to one knee to her level, dipped his head to look into her eyes. "Well, then perhaps, it's because you bring out the man in me." He whispered, touching her face.

Caroline blushed. "And you bring out the woman in me." She whispered back, leaning into his hand.

Klaus smiled, and leaned forward. Gently, he placed his lips on hers, and caressed them. Caroline sighed as he pulled back with a smile.

"I'm falling in love with you, Caroline." He whispered, as he kissed her once more.

She sighed, and pulled back from his lips. "And I thought I was the only one." She whispered, with a smile, as his eyes glistened with tears.

"No, you aren't." He whispered, as his lips touched hers with more passion than the other two.

Caroline laughed into his mouth, and then wrapped her arms around his neck. Klaus pulled back, and moved his head to her left side, and she moved to his. Soon she laughed as he stood up, bringing her with him, and then lifted her in his arms, as he held her tighter.

He had never felt such happiness before in his whole life.

~Meanwhile in the Clearing~

"Are you sure this is where you wanted to come?" Bonnie asked, as she held onto to Kol's good arm.

Kol smiled and nodded. "This is where Nik and Elijah taught me how to swing a sword, although I had to beg them too." He replied, with a wink.

Bonnie shook her head. "I never understood men and their weapons." She replied, as they came to the center of the clearing.

Kol chuckled. "Now, now, how can you ridicule something until you try it?" He replied, stopping and looking at her.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "I didn't say I haven't tried it." She stated, turning to him. "I just said I didn't understand it." She added with a smile.

"You know how to handle a sword?" He asked, crossing his arms. His shoulder didn't hurt as bad anymore, and he was grateful.

Bonnie nodded. "I learned after I started working for the Forbes." She answered, with a smile.

Kol smirked. "Well, you are becoming more interesting by the day, Miss Bennett." He replied, stepping towards her.

Bonnie smiled, and then held up her hand, so that it landed on his tanned shirt covered chest. "Easy, boy, or I will have to show you what exactly I learned." She threatened with a light tone.

"Are you teasing me, Miss Bennett?" He asked, with a smile.

Bonnie stepped back. "Now what makes you think that?" She asked, her voice sounding more feminine and flirty.

Kol tilted his head, and gave his devilish grin as he stepped forward. "Because I am starting to recognize that look in your eyes, and I find it oddly attractive." He whispered, following her as she stepped back some more.

Bonnie gushed at his words, and then smiled. "Well, I guess I will just have to try harder then." She replied with a light tone.

"Try harder at what exactly?" He asked, as Bonnie moved to the side, avoiding his grasp.

"Oh, trying to get you to chase me." She replied with a shrug.

Kol shook his head. "What do you think I'm doing? Wading in a pool?" He asked, coming close to her yet again, only this time she ducked as he reached for her.

"Oh, I think you only want to try to seduce me into kissing you." She replied, seriously with a smile.

"Now what ever gave you that idea?" He asked, holding his hands out.

Bonnie shrugged, and then let out a giggle as she avoided him yet again, until she began to pick up her pace. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you told me." She replied, when she paused, a few feet away from him, her voice coming out in breathes.

Kol picked up his pace, and Bonnie's face dropped to a gasp as he gave her a devilish look as he came closer.

"Now why would I do a thing like that?" He asked in a darker tone.

Bonnie shook her head. "Who knows what goes in that dirty mind of yours?" She replied, backing up once more.

"Oh, dear Bonnie, you have no idea how dirty my mind can be." He whispered, as he picked up his pace, and followed her until she stopped in the middle of the clearing once more. "Now as much as I love this cat and mouse game, I am getting tired of not having my hands on your body." Kol replied, with a smirk.

Bonnie shook her head. "Don't even think about it." She replied, holding up her finger, backing away from him.

"Oh, it's already been thought." He replied, coming closer.

Bonnie gasped as she tried to back up when her foot tripped on a small hole behind her, causing her to almost fall, only to be caught in his arms.

Kol grunted as he pulled Bonnie to his person, and then moaned in pain at the pull on his shoulder.

Bonnie grasped his upper arms, and then looked up to find his eyes on her face. "Thank you." She whispered, searching his eyes.

Kol gave a small smile and nodded. "You're welcome." He replied, watching her glance to his shoulder.

"Let me look at your shoulder." She replied the fun game from before forgotten.

Kol shook his head. "It's fine." He replied, stopping her.

Bonnie sighed. "I might have caused you to pull the wound open, and I want to see." She replied in a huff.

"Bennett, the only thing you have caused is my desire for you." He replied, capturing her eyes with his.

Bonnie opened her mouth, but found herself unable to speak. Slowly she moved her eyes to Kol's lips, and wondered what it would be like to have them on her once more.

"If you keep looking at me like that I am going to go back on my promise, Bonnie." He whispered, his voice laced with passion.

Bonnie nodded, but couldn't resist the temptation. It had been two days since his lips were on hers, and on her body, and she couldn't stand it any longer. Moving her hands up his to his shoulders, and then to the back of his neck.

"I believe it's never." She whispered, pulling his head down and capturing his lips with hers.

Kol moaned as she opened his mouth with her tongue and gently caressed his mouth. Bonnie's hands found their way into his brown hair, and she relished the feel of his soft tresses underneath her fingers.

Kol wrapped his arms tighter around her, bringing her closer to him.

Bonnie pulled back; her breath coming quicker, only to place her lips back on his. Kol moved his lips across hers hungrily. He loved the taste of her on his lips, and in his mouth. He loved the feel of her in his arms.

Bonnie sighed, as Kol moved his lips from hers to her cheek, down to her neck. Opening his mouth, she felt his teeth nibble her throat, causing her to moan and pull herself closer to him.

"Oh," She moaned as he moved to the base of her neck, and gently sucked.

Kol moved back up to her lips, and once again captured them with his. Bonnie felt her knees grow weak and felt a burning sensation in the pit of her stomach as he sucked on her top lip, and then on her bottom, gently nibbling after he was done.

He pulled back, completely, and looked down at her face. Bonnie opened her eyes, and moved her hands to the side of his face.

Kol smiled as he lifted his right hand and stroked her hair, gently. "I told you I was a patient man." He whispered in a soft voice.

Bonnie smiled, and ran her fingers back through his hair. "Well, I'm not much of a patient person." She whispered her voice laced with desire.

"Well, Miss Bennett, what would you have me do?" He asked, leaning down.

Bonnie smiled, and pulled him the rest of the way onto her lips. Kol moaned in agreement, and returned her kiss.

Kol felt Bonnie's knees weaken, and gently he separated from her lips, and with a smile, helped her down on the soft cool grass.

He looked down at her and smiled as he knelt down beside her. Careful not to lean on his left shoulder, he laid down on her left side on his right forearm. Moving his left arm, his hand stroked her face, gently.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered, adoringly.

Bonnie smiled, as she reached up with her right hand, and stroked his face. "You are so handsome." She whispered in return.

"Do you really believe that?" He asked, sincerely.

Bonnie nodded, and stroked his bangs from his forehead. "With all my heart." She answered, honestly.

Kol shuddered, and lowered his head to her, and gently kissed her lips.

Bonnie sighed as he moved his lips down her neck and to the base of her neck. She arched her neck, as moved his lips to the exposed portion of her breasts in her green dress.

"Kol" She moaned, as he moved his opened mouth over her breasts.

"Oh, Bonnie," He began lifting his head to look into her eyes. "I want to taste you." He whispered, his eyes growing dark.

Bonnie reached up to her the bust of her green dress, and began untying the bodice.

Kol swallowed hard, and his eyes widened as the bodice began to move to reveal dark skinned mounds. "Oh, Bonnie," He said, his voice tight with desire.

Bonnie swallowed nervously.

Kol stroked her face; slowly his hand traveled down her neck to her exposed breasts, and gently circled the nipples. He smiled as she arched her neck once more.

"Oh," She moaned, as he captured one of the nipples in-between his fingers. Kol leaned down and kissed her lips softly, as his hand moved over her breasts with precision.

His lips trailed down her neck, and then to her breasts. Taking one of her breasts in his hand, Kol captured the other in his mouth, and opened and closed his mouth, gently sucking on the puckered nipple.

Bonnie arched her back, and brought her breast closer to his mouth. She moaned at the sensations he was creating in her body, and she loved it.

"Oh, Kol." She moaned as he moved to the other breast, and repeated the movements.

Her left hand moved to his hair, and her right moved to the grass. She grasped the grass, and pulled the sharp, cool blades as he worked magic on her body.

He lifted his head, and gazed down at her desire filled face. "Oh, my Bonnie." He whispered, bending down and gently kissed her cheek, and then her forehead, and finally to her lips. "Oh, my Bonnie," He began as he pulled up, and moved his position to where his right arm laid above her head, and on his side. "How I want to make love to you right here in the grass, with the sun beating down on you, illuminating your body, and making you moan with pleasure underneath me." He whispered, stroking above her still exposed breasts.

Bonnie shivered at both his words and his movements. She didn't say a word as she moved her left hand to his face, and stroked his cheek.

Kol sighed and tilted his head into her hand, and then moved to kiss her palm. "You are bewitching me, Bonnie." He replied in a low voice.

Bonnie smiled and moved her right hand to his chest, careful not to touch his wound. "I never dreamed I would ever feel like this again." She whispered as she touched his face.

Kol smiled, and touched her face with his left hand. "I never dreamed I would feel this way about anyone." He whispered back.

Bonnie smiled, and scooted closer to him on the grass. Kol pulled her close to him as he laid on his back on grass, folding her in his right side. Bonnie laid her head on his right shoulder, and wrapped her arm around his waist. She smiled as she felt the grass brush against her bare skin. She giggled as she sat up. Kol moved his head to the side to look at her, and noticed how her long brown hair almost reached her breasts, which were now being covered up.

"You don't have to cover up." He replied with a sly smile. "I mean, I have already seen you, so…" He trailed off with a wink.

Bonnie shook her head, as she finished tying her dress and laid down beside him. "The grass was tickling me, and besides, how would it look if someone were to come into the clearing and see me indecent?" She asked, looking into his eyes.

Kol sighed and nodded. "I suppose you're right." He muttered, and then his eyes narrowed. "Besides, if any man sees you the way I saw you, I will kill them." He stated dangerously.

Bonnie smiled, and gave a nod.

"I'm serious, Bonnie. I don't want another man seeing you that way. I'm the only one who is allowed." He stated, his eyes glaring.

Bonnie touched his face softly. "I know, Kol, and besides, I don't want them too any way." She whispered reassuringly. "You are the only man I want." She added, leaning up to kiss him gently on the lips.

Kol sighed into her lips, and then laid back to look at the dark blue sky.

Bonnie relaxed into his side, content for the first time in a long time. Content and happy.

~Lockwood Palace~

Jean paced in her quarters, and huffed as she bit her nails in frustration. What could be taking him so long?

Her patience was wearing thin, and she was in no mood to deal with Tyler and his slut. If she left her quarters, that slut of a, well whatever she was to Tyler, would find her. She just knew she would. Jean knew Hayley had built in radar in finding her, and she hated it. No matter what she was doing, Hayley always found a something for her to do, something completely stupid, and non-usable.

She didn't want to be anyone's lap dog. She was a free woman, working for a man she hated, to help a man who she considered family.

Jean grunted as she turned to the wall, with a small cherry cabinet placed up against it. She opened the cabinet, and pulled out a glass and a bottle of wine. She hated the taste of wine, but it was all she could get her hands on.

Frowning at the glass, Jean put it back in the cabinet, and then held the bottle to her lips, and drank a mouthful. She swallowed the wine, and glanced at the door once more, trying to will it to open. She didn't want to go out there, and try to find him. She didn't want to run into her.

She walked over to the window in her room and looked out into the night. She sighed as she looked at the full moon climbing higher in the sky. She always hated the full moon when she was younger, but later the moon became her release, and she appreciated it. She had Klaus to thank for that. Each time she watched the moon rise with the light emanating from the round orb, she was reminded of her freedom, and how she would not have that freedom if not for Niklaus Mikaelson.

The door opened behind her, and she sighed as she heard three sets of footsteps enter her room. She closed her eyes, and turned away from the window.

She raised the bottle to her lips, but was stopped when Stefan stepped forward, and grabbed the bottle from her hands.

"No, we need you sober." He replied, with a stern look.

Jean rolled her brown eyes. "Stefan, I haven't been drinking that much. I only just opened the bottle." She huffed, as he took it back to the cabinet, and set it inside.

Stefan shook his head. "One is always your limit, Jean." He stated, walking back to the other two men in the room. One was well muscled and stood just under Jean's 5'8 stature, and she liked that. She loved to look down at men. He had dark brown hair, and brown eyes, with a small mole on his right cheek. The other was also well-muscled, but leaner and was about the same height as Jean with sandy blonde hair, and piercing light blue eyes.

"Yes, mother." She taunted, giving Stefan a glare, causing him to roll his eyes.

Jean gave a sweet smile to the men, and folded her arms across her chest. "Well, I see the gangs all here." She stated, walking over to the chair next to the window, and sitting down, pulling her legs up beside her.

The tall brunette stepped forward. "We received this a few moments ago." He replied, handing Jean a piece of parchment.

Jean frowned as she took the paper, and opened it up to read. She sighed in relief as she read the words. "Kol's recovered." She replied in a low voice.

"Does that mean we can go back to the camp?" The tall man asked.

Jean shook her head. "No, it says that it's still dangerous, and that we have to stay here." She growled out, wadding up the paper and tossing it on the ground.

Stefan picked it up. "Jeremy," He replied, with a nod towards Jean.

Jeremy, the brunette, stepped forward once more. "Tyler has given me orders to lead a garrison of men to search the forest for the Mikaelsons." He replied in an urgent voice.

Jean growled again and ran her hands through her short brown hair. "That idiot!" She replied, her teeth clenching.

"That's not all." The other man replied, stepping forward, his Scottish accent evident in his words. "He's given standing orders to kill anyone of the Mikaelsons if they refuse to surrender the princess." He added, with a frown.

Jean jumped to her feet, and walked over to the window. Her eyes fell on the full moon once more, and she felt the power and strength radiating from it.

"Stefan," She replied, turning back around. "Go and send a message to the camp. Tell them everything that Galen and Jeremy just told me." She ordered, and Stefan nodded, and left the room. "Jeremy, go and prepare to lead your men into the forest, but wait until morning. That'll give Klaus enough time to figure out a plan." She replied, and Jeremy nodded in compliance as he ran out the door, quietly.

"And what about me?" Galen Vaughn asked, stepping towards her with a serious expression on his face.

Jean sighed. "Care to share a drink?" She asked, going to the cabinet.

Vaughn sighed. "Jean," He replied, stepping toward her and taking the bottle she had taken from the cabinet from her hands.

Jean sighed. "You know one of these days, I'm gonna take my sword and run ya'll through if you kept interrupting my drinking time." She stated, marching back to the window.

Vaughn shook his head, and set the bottle down. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, leaning against the wall.

Jean shook her head. "No, I don't." She stated, gazing at the moon.

Vaughn sighed, and looked out the window, and followed her eyes to the moon. "Thinking about Klaus again, aren't you, lass?" He asked, gauging her expression.

Jean closed her eyes and nodded. "I worry about him, especially with Tyler becoming like Julius Caesar." She mumbled.

"Klaus can take care of himself, Jean. You of all people should know that." He replied in a soft tone.

Jean glared at him. "What made you such a softie? What happened to the sarcastic and patronizing remarks?" She asked, rolling her eyes.

"I could ask what happened to your easy going and playful mood, but I already know. Every time there is a full moon, you become more serious than you usually are, and it's out of character for you." He replied, pushing away from the wall.

Jean shook her head. She didn't need to explain her mood to anybody, but he knew and understood her better than most. Mainly because he had the same dark past she did, maybe not the exact same, but similar.

"You can either join me for a drink, Galen, or get out." She muttered with a glare.

"Fine, I hope you drown in your bottle." He replied, as he walked out the door.

Jean sighed, and went over to her bed, and sat down. This was just a peachy day. Very peachy, indeed.

"I should have stayed in prison." She whispered to herself as she laid back on the bed, fully.


What do you think?

If you noticed the usual author's note is not at the top, it's because I wanted to change my format, and not take away from the story.

Anyway, a few asked about the character Jean. She is an OC character from a collaborative effort with a dear friend, who will remain nameless.

Next Chapter: Bonnie and Caroline have a girls moment; Klaus, Kol, and Elijah discuss Damon

Until Next Time…