I keep forgetting to upload my drabbles here as well, sorry about that! I promise I'll do better!
This is based on Fall Out Boy's The Last of The Real One's lyrics "I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me"... Which turned into Klaus pining over Caroline and me being not so nice to Camille's character.
I hope you enjoy this!
"Well, so you are in a good mood today."
Klaus almost pitied her for the delight in her eyes that told him she thought his good humour had anything to do with her. The poor human still did not understand that when he looked at her, all that he saw was how her golden hair wasn't quite the right shade, how her eyes not the exact blue-green color he spent hours trying to mimic for his paintings.
He sighed, averting his gaze and staring at the ceiling. If he closed his eyes, he could picture Caroline's face inches away from his. The hesitant look on her face before her lips spread into a smile that matched his own.
He'd thought that leaving would be easier. It should've been easier. What should it matter that he promised her not to return to that forsaken city? What should it matter that he promised her she would be free from him?
She was just a baby vampire. Beautiful, yes. And intelligent, strong and fearless, too, he supposed. But why should she matter at all?
She didn't. Not really. This was just a stupid infatuation that would soon be gone.
And yet, the first thing he said to his therapist was, "I saw Caroline yesterday."
A stupid thing to say, really. He didn't want to talk about Caroline. He didn't need to talk about her… Though it did happen more than he cared to admit.
Camille let out a disappointed, "Oh." The sound was familiar and had fallen from her lips every time he had mentioned the other girl.
Something that resembled anger a bit too much burned in his guts. How dare her use that tone when he was talking about Caroline? She should show some respect, the delusional little human.
Why? If Caroline truly didn't matter?
"Was that why you were out of town?" Camille questioned.
"No," he said, though it felt too much like a lie. "I had other reasons to be in Mystic Falls. I just happened to run into her."
The sound of her pen running against paper was too loud. He wanted to yank it off her hands, to let her know what a fool she was to believe she could ever analyse him. That she could not possibly understand what was at stake, what games he was playing.
"And did the two of you get the chance to talk?"
A smirk spread across his face without his permission. Oh, he had made her scream plenty in the hours they spent together. But talk? Just their usual taunting at the beginning… And the awkward goodbye at the end.
Her last words burned in his brain and making this whole thing much more complicated than it should be.
One day… We'll see each other again, right?
He was letting her go and she was offering him hope for a future. Ungrateful little thing. And it didn't matter. She didn't matter anymore. His life was in New Orleans, he should focus on the war against Marcel, on reclaiming everything that should belong to him.
Not on a pretty blonde vampire way too concerned with playing human.
Except… He could not forget his own words. He's your first love, I intend to be your last… However long it takes.
Weak, pathetic fool. He had meant it.
"Not much," he answered. "We were otherwise occupied. But I did promise I was going to leave her alone. For good now."
He could feel Camille's eyes on him, frowning, confused, possibly hurt. It did not inspire an ounce of sympathy within him. "Just like that? You let her go? Without asking for anything in return? Wow, I think you are really making progress here, Klaus. I think we–"
"I did ask for something in return," he interrupted. "I asked her to be honest about how she felt about me."
A pause.
"Oh. And… And what did she say?"
Again, a smile tugged on his lips in spite of himself. What was he becoming? Smiling at the memory of a girl's kisses. Of her soft hand caressing his cheek.
"She kissed me."
He did not want to say more. Did not want to elaborate on what had happened afterwards. As much as he felt the need to let everyone know that Caroline was his, Camille was not deserving of hearing about those moments. Perhaps no one was.
The way his name had sounded on her lips. The blood she had claimed with her nails and sharp teeth. The way she had clung to him as he gave her a moment to rest. Too personal, too precious.
What a fool he was.
For caring this much. For believing he could pretend he did not. For believing he could forget.
"Afterwards," he continued before Camille could ask more, "she said… She said we would see each other again. Even after I let her go."
And the pride and satisfaction he felt at his own words… God, sweetheart. The things you could do to him.
"And how does that make you feel?"
Hopeful. Happy.
Klaus scoffed, stealing himself. "It does not matter. She is not here now. What we do need to discuss is… How has Marcel been lately?"
Her demeanour changed, the compulsion from months ago still holding true. No one suspected a tiny little human like her, certainly no one in Marcel's vampire-centric society. They thought too highly of themselves. Which made sweet Camille the perfect spy.
She started to spill about the plans she'd overheard, about how frustrated Marcel was feeling about his losses…
Klaus made himself focus on her words, locking away deep inside of him the image of the girl he wished was the one sitting in front of him… Or even better: sitting on the throne beside his.
"You won the war. Aren't you supposed to be happy? Unless, of course, your happiness was never tied to winning from Marcel, but to your need of fixing the damage your parents inflicted on you and your family and learning to form real connections with others?"
He did not resist the urge to roll his eyes.
"Actually, I am quite happy about my victory. Having New Orleans underneath my grasp once more is quite satisfying."
Camille arched her brows and crossed her legs before writing a few things down on her notepad. "I see," she said, her tone indicating she did not believe him. "Then what is bothering you?"
Klaus sighed.
He did not own her any explanation. He could stand up and leave her alone… God knows he wouldn't care about hurting her feelings and that, even if he did, she would find a way to blame him on his "issues" and forgive him for it no matter what.
But he felt the desire to say it, to tell someone else… Just so that someone else would know what had happened.
"Caroline called me two nights ago."
Again that "Oh."
"She was drunk. Apparently she had gone to something called a 'Bitter Ball'... She was upset because she had destroyed a drawing I made her."
"And that upset you."
He shook his head, smiling. "I was surprised she had kept it for all this time, actually. And the fact that she was upset enough about it to call me says plenty about how much she liked it, don't you think?"
"I suppose."
"I made and sent her a few more the next morning, naturally. She even texted me to thank me when she received them."
That had surprised him. He had thought she would ignore the gesture and he would have to content himself with the descriptions of her reaction that his hybrids would give him. And, while the conversation hadn't extended beyond her "thank you" and his "anytime, love", it had been enough to make him feel very good.
Though maybe that had mostly to do with her hushed, drunken confession on the phone that would likely keep him in a good mood for at least the rest of the week — "I miss you."
He could hear the bitterness in Cami's voice when she asked, "And… Wasn't that supposed to make you happy?"
It did. But as good as it felt to know that she too hadn't been able to just brush their connection off even if she had tried… Caroline's words made him acutely aware of how true they also were for him.
Now that the war with Marcel was over, he found himself growing restless.
While ruling did take a lot of his time, it wasn't so consuming that he could occupy his mind with something else at all moments, just to drive the thoughts of her away.
The memories of those stolen moments in Mystic Falls did not seem like enough. He wanted more. He wanted her by his side.
Conquering himself a realm only made him realize how much he wanted her as his queen.
"It isn't that simple, Camille," was all he said.
And then, he indeed stood up and left, not particularly caring what half-assed conclusion his therapist was about to come up with.
"Who is she?"
Klaus heard that Camille had spoken, but did not care enough to register her words, let alone answer her. No, nothing would take his focus away from the girl standing by the door and offering him a hesitant smile.
"Hi," Caroline said. "Sorry to interrupt, but Rebekah said you were in session with your therapist… And I kind of had to see it for myself."
He smiled at the humor on her voice and eyes as he stood up and took the few steps that separated them.
"Is it really that hard to believe?" he teased.
Caroline scoffed, crossing her arms in front of her body. "Obviously."
He chuckled. His heart was beating embarrassingly fast in his chest as he leaned in to press a kiss to her cheeks. Memories from her graduation night filled his mind. He took comfort in knowing he could hear her heart racing, too.
"It is good to see you, sweetheart."
She grinned at him. "Yeah, you too. Uh, sorry I showed up without warning, I–"
Klaus shook his head. "You are always welcome in my city, Caroline. With or without a warning."
He felt something warm spread in his chest at how pleased she looked at his words.
They had talked a few times during the past few months. Mostly a few text messages. She started it with the pretense of needing to learn more about The Travelers, but casually changed the subject to their lives a few moments later. Telling him about college, asking him about New Orleans.
This ended up happening more or less the same way every few weeks.
He had been trying to find the perfect opening to invite her there for a while now… But Caroline, of course, was far too fond of surprising him.
"Your city? You're so pretentious," she teased.
At the same time, Camille blurted out, "Wait, so you're Caroline?"
She looked at his therapist, surprised for a second, before she smiled widely at him. There was no mistaking the satisfaction in her eyes as she said, "I can't believe you have discussed me with your therapist."
"Do try not to let it go to your head," he said, trying to figure out whether he should feel embarrassed. Well, Caroline was looking far too happy for it to matter. "Ruling a city isn't as exciting as it sounds. I discussed most things with Camille… I was bored."
He sounded unconvincing to his own ears.
She shrugged, "Maybe so. But you missed me."
He couldn't help but smile, too. He knew far too well how her friends had treated her, the little insecurities that had spread inside of her. But that she knew, that she could say so surely that he had missed her… Yes, he enjoyed that. Enjoyed how much she trusted that he cared for her.
"That I did," he admitted easily.
"Thankfully that's easily remedied," she said. "After all, we have to spend some time together since you did promise you'd show me around... Food, music, art, culture… My expectations are high, just so you know."
He chuckled, pleased that she remembered his voicemail so well. She must have listened to it more than once. "I will do my best to meet them. Shall we start now? Then you can tell me what brings you to New Orleans."
By the way her cheeks reddened, he doubted there was a motive beyond her wanting to see him. That did feel rather good.
"Sounds good," she said, before looking at Camille one last time. "It was nice meeting you."
"You too," Camille replied weakly.
Klaus already had his hand resting on Caroline's waist, delighting himself in how she leaned into his touch. It seemed it was finally time to show his queen how her realm was coming together.
He looked at her, wondering if she had any idea about all the plans he had for the future.
Judging by how she smiled at him, he had a feeling they might be able to discuss them sooner than he thought. He would have to be careful and take things slow, but well… It would be worth in the end.
And convincing Caroline to accept her role as his queen would be a much better use of his time than therapy sessions, that's for sure.
So what do you think? Are you also like me and gets petty sometimes about certain TO aspects? Did you enjoy my pettiness? Or at least Klaus pining over Caroline as we all know he did? Please let me know!
As always, you can find me on tumblr as itsnotacrimetoloveyou :)
