I know I left ya'll hanging, but this month has been pretty busy for me, especially since Thanksgiving was last week, but good news...you'll have to wait until the end of the chapter!
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A blinding light filled the room to all corners, a light so bright it made the tomb look white. As the light began to recede, Caroline held onto Klaus' arm, afraid to move too far, unsure of where they were.
"Forbes, I think we're back."
~Hours Before~
"You have to tell her, Klaus."
Klaus turned his head from the altar, and a frown appeared on his face. "Tell her what?" He asked, though he knew what.
Bonnie frowned, and approached him with stubborn kind eyes. "You know what." She responded, crossing her arms over her chest. "The truth about why you're bound to him." She added, watching Klaus' shoulders fall a fraction. "It wasn't just because of her. It was because of what you did." She concluded, as Klaus slowly turned to face her.
"She would hate me." He returned, sadly. "She would hate me, and he would win."
Bonnie shook her head a fraction, and dropped her arms to touch his. "She would understand. I know Caroline." She began, holding his eyes. "Sure she would be angry," She continued, pausing to move her eyes to the side before focusing on his. "But she would understand why you did what you did."
"I betrayed her, Bonnie." He remarked, sadly. "I told Tyler where we were the night we were captured." He added, shaking his head. "I betrayed her because I thought…" He trailed off, lowering his eyes.
"You were tricked, Klaus. Caroline won't fault you for that." Bonnie comforted, gently. "In fact, I believe she'll understand."
Klaus sighed, and turned away from her, before walking towards the altar. "I don't even understand it." He muttered, placing his hands on the stone altar.
Bonnie smiled, faintly, and bowed her head. "You will." She whispered, before turning to leave him along. "I'm sure you will."
~LotP~
Caroline moved away from Klaus, and looked around her. "Still trapped in the crypt," She remarked, turning to face him. "Now, are you going to tell me what's bothering you? Or am I going to have to beat it out of you?" She asked, folding her arms over chest.
Klaus' eyebrows shot up, and his eyes widened. "What…?" He began, but she glared at him.
"You know what I mean." She returned, and her eyes lit up like the fires surrounding him.
"Shouldn't we focus on getting out of here, Forbes?" He asked, motioning to the door.
She stepped towards him, and her eyes glared into his. "I'm more interested in the reason your eyes are holding sadness." She answered, watching his jaw clench. "Tell me," She added, slowly.
Klaus swallowed, and closed his eyes. "I'm not sure I can."
She lifted her hand, and touched his face. "We survived death together, Mikaelson. We can survive anything." She whispered, lowly, causing his eyes to open.
"I'm not so sure, Caroline." He returned, sadly.
She placed her hand on his shoulder, and studied his eyes. "What are you ashamed of?" She asked, lowly, studying his face.
Klaus searched her eyes, and couldn't hide it.
~XXX~
"Tell me, my friend, what has put a smile on your face?" Tyler asked, as he placed the cup on the table.
Klaus smirked, and bowed his head. "Nothing of consequence, Pharaoh," He answered, turning his head for a brief moment.
Tyler studied him, and nodded, slowly. "It's a woman, isn't it?" He asked, slowly.
Klaus' head turned to focus on Tyler, and the smile could not be stopped from his face. "What if I said it was?" He asked, rhetorically.
Tyler smiled, and clasped his head priest on the shoulder. "Then I offer my congratulations, my friend. Tell me, who is she? Is she someone worthy of my most trusted friend?" He asked, leaning closer.
Klaus lowered his eyes, and his heart pounded. Something told him, not to say a word, for the woman who held his heart was one who the Pharaoh had designs on. "She is worthy of so much more, Pharaoh, but I would rather not say who she is, just yet."
Tyler frowned, and shrugged. "Well, no matter, if you believe she is worthy, who am I to question? Except your Lord…" He trailed off, stepping back, and smiled at his friend.
Klaus bowed his head, and swallowed, lowly. "Trust me, my lord, you will approve." He returned, though inwardly he knew the truth.
Tyler would never approve of Klaus' love for Caroline the Priestess.
~XXX~
Caroline read his eyes as Klaus finished his tale, and she lowered her own. "He was your friend, before I destroyed…" She began, turning away from him.
Typical, a woman who loved a man ended up destroying him.
Klaus shook his head, and reached for her arms, turning her to face him, glaring into her eyes. "No, he was never my friend, Caroline." He began, searching her eyes. "He used me to get what he wanted, and called it friendship." He continued, pausing to watch her eyes soften under his gaze. "The night he found discovered it was you…" He paused, dropping his hands from her arms, and this time it was he who turned from her gaze.
"Klaus…"
Klaus place his right hand over his face, and dragged it down. "He drugged me that night."
Caroline's eyes widened. "He…" She swallowed, and lowered her eyes. "How could he? Was he that desperate?"
Klaus turned to face her, and swallowed. "He suspected it was you that I loved, but he didn't have proof." He answered, lowering his eyes. "I wouldn't tell him, because I knew if I did, he would kill you, and I couldn't risk that."
She closed her eyes, and let his words sweep over her. Her mind traveled back in time, and she realized the times Klaus had pulled away just to keep from revealing their love to the others, except her handmaids.
Her handmaids…
"It wasn't you…" She began, her eyes opening to find Klaus stepping towards her. "It wasn't you who gave our love away." She continued, piecing everything together. "My handmaids…with the exception of Bonnie, they could have told the Pharaoh." She added, her mind going over the past, and her heart ached.
Her trusted women had betrayed her.
Klaus felt his guilt wash away as the pieces fit. He had seen the sorrow in Caroline's eyes, but it was sorrow for him, not at him. She didn't blame him for their love nearly collapsing. It was someone else.
"You don't blame me?" He asked, as she smiled, and touched his face.
"How could I when I know that you would never hurt me, not intentionally?" She asked, though it could have been a statement.
Klaus smiled, and reached forward to grab her into his arms, and crushed his lips to hers in a way that made them shudder. "I don't care how long we have to wait to get out of here." He began, pulling back a fraction to touch her face, lightly with his fingers. "I don't care what is in store for us, as long as I have you in my arms, Caroline."
She smiled at his words, his vow, and pushed her body tighter to his, and kissed him with an abandon that made him shiver at the feel and conviction.
Their hands moved over each other's bodies, and they clung to each other in a way that an observer would think they had been separated for so long, which if they knew the truth; they would realize how right they were.
They knelt in unison to the ground, and as he laid her down on the soft floor of the tomb, their clothes were removed and tossed to the side.
"Are you starving?" She asked, as his lips touched her neck, and gently sucked on her pulse point.
He chuckled, and pulled up. "Around you, I always am." He returned watching her laugh.
She touched his face, and searched his eyes. "Can he feel this or is it you?" She asked, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist.
He smiled, and shook his head. "No, he can't feel our love." He answered, giving her hope.
"Good…" She returned, feeling him join inside her in a way that made her moan in completion. "Oh…yes…"
He groaned, and pushed deep inside her, grateful for this time alone. He felt his soul merge with hers, and he smiled through his pleasure.
They were soul mates, he knew this. He loved it. He stopped in mid-thrust, and his eyes widened. They were soul mates.
Caroline was his soul mate.
Caroline smiled, and touched his face. "Yes, we are."
The realization of what they were made him thrust harder and deeper into her core.
Soul mates cannot be torn apart, no matter what.
Soul mates could not be bonded to anyone else.
Soul mates were forever.
Soul mates were what they were.
Caroline was his, and he was hers.
The realization made him come inside her, and her underneath him, and as he collapsed over her, he kissed her cheek.
Tyler would never tear them apart.
For you couldn't destroy soul mates, not in an eternity.
"We're back, aren't we?" She asked, slowly.
Klaus smiled, and lifted his head to gaze into her eyes. "In more ways than one, Caroline."
Please be kind!
Okay, on to the good news! I've been working for the past few days to wrap this story up, and good news is this story will be finished December 1, and a new story will be up on the same day!
Here is a sneak peek: (The Story is called Christmas Miracle)
A woman's scream caused Esther Mikaelson to still with the tea pot mid-air. Her eyes closed, and she sighed as hurried footsteps ran down the stairs, but paused outside the living room.
Esther opened her eyes, and turned her head to find a tall thin woman in blue scrubs shaking her head.
"I can't put up with him any longer. I'm sorry, Mrs. Mikaelson, but what your son needs is not a nurse. He needs a dog!" The woman shouted, pointing up the stairs, before turning to run out the door.
Esther opened her mouth to stop her, but groaned, and lowered the pot in her hands to the table.
"I gather he's done it again."
Esther nodded, and leaned back in the couch. "She didn't even last a week." She remarked, lifting her right hand to press the bridge of her nose with her fingers.
Elijah nodded, and sat down beside his mother. "Mother, this can't go on." He remarked, placing his arm on the back of the couch.
Esther sighed, and lifted her eyes to the ceiling. "I know, but what am I supposed to do, Elijah?" She asked, her head shaking on the back of the couch. "Niklaus needs someone to help him, and I can't not with the business up and going. Rebekah is in college. You have your own job." She paused, her voice holding her tired tone.
Elijah lowered his eyes, and turned his head to look at the doorway which he could see the bottom of the stairs. "I'll talk to him."
Esther looked relieved, and touched her son's arm. "Thank you, Elijah."
Elijah smiled, and leaned over to kiss his mother's cheek before standing up, and walking towards the stairs.
The long walk up the stairs made him reminisce of the times they used to run up and down when they were children, even after he left.
Elijah frowned, and stopped at the landing. Mikael, their father, left close to fifteen years ago, right after Henrik was born. He stated he couldn't handle it anymore. Not with a house full of children who resented him after they had witnessed his abuse of their brother and mother.
Elijah nodded. Mikael leaving proved what a coward he was, and how strong his mother truly was. Walking towards the door, which led to his brother's studio, he opened it, and entered with the smell of paint filling the air.
"If you're here to talk about that witch leaving, forget it."
Elijah sighed, and closed the door behind him. "You can't keep scaring them, Niklaus." He remarked, walking towards the man standing at the elongated windows which led to a balcony.
Klaus, a man in his early thirties, frowned, and folded his arms over his chest. "I don't need help, Elijah. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
"Niklaus, you haven't left the house except to see the doctor in three years. Everyone is beginning to think you are a hermit, which you are."
Klaus' jaw clenched, but he remained still in front of the window. "How can I go out into the world, if I can't see it, Elijah?" He returned, turning to face his brother, and Elijah had to lower his eyes as he saw the scars around his brother's eyes, reminding him of the accident that scarred the family. "How can I go out when I know I'll receive either scathing or sympathy looks?" He asked, turning to move to the familiar chair, he knew well.
Elijah swallowed, and slowly turned his head to look out the window. "Mother is worried, Niklaus."
Klaus sighed, and settled in the chair. "Mother always worries." He returned, lifting his right hand to brush his fingers over the welts beside his left eye.
"You know the reason, Niklaus."
Klaus sighed, and closed his eyes. Pain was evident on his face. "I know."
Elijah frowned, and approached him. "Headaches again," He observed, watching his brother carefully.
Klaus groaned an answer. "It's not as bad as usual." He remarked, lowly.
Elijah closed his eyes, and bowed his head. He couldn't stand to see his brother hurt. "This is why you need someone to help you." He replied, causing Klaus to turn his head, and let out a long sigh through his nose. "If not for yourself, then do it for mother. She'll make herself ill with worry if you don't have anyone here while she's out."
Klaus frowned. He hated hurting his mother. Everyone knew that. She was his weakness, but it was a weakness he couldn't live without. Esther was the one who understood him more than anyone. "Fine, but I make the final decision." He acquiesced, after a moment.
Elijah smiled, and bowed his head. "I'll let mother know." He remarked, lowly.
Klaus sighed, and leaned his head back, feeling the throbbing return as he closed his eyes. He heard the door close and he let out another sigh, this time filled with pain.
The headaches were bad, in fact they were getting worse every day, but he wouldn't tell the others. The only one he would tell was his doctor, and that man wouldn't tell another soul.
I hope you all enjoyed it! Like I said it'll be up December 1, and it's almost finished to where I can upload a chapter a day with it, when it comes around!
Next Chapter: Things are Different Now
Until Next Time...
