Chapter 11

The morning after

Klaus sighed before slowly opening his eyes. For a moment he was unsure of where he was, all he knew was that he felt great. Better than great, he felt…blissful. Everything was perfect. The feeling was quite strange; he had never felt so relaxed and carefree before. What had caused this? He didn't really have time to ponder that for long when he felt a warm body pressed against his. A woman's body. The first thing he saw were her light brown hair, her head was leaning on his chest. He frowned, wondering who she was when she suddenly raised her head and looked at him. Lucien's wife. She smiled at him sweetly.

"Good morning," she said politely.

It took a moment before he managed to reply.

"Good morning."

"Lucien is taking a shower, I hope you don't mind?"

What? Had the three of them… Apparently they had. How the hell had that happened? Klaus had meant to find out who this woman was, how had things got carried away like this? He really wasn't sure. He remembered the dinner, the drinks, the dessert… After that everything was hazy. Kayla kissed his cheek before getting up. She was naked.

"Do you have a shirt I could borrow?" she asked. "I'm afraid there's not much left of my clothes."

"Sure," Klaus murmured. "Take any shirt you want."

"Thank you," she replied smiling and opened the door to his closet. "Lucien borrowed your towel; I will wash it and the shirt."

Klaus cleared his throat before he managed to reply.

"That won't be necessary."

"No, no, I insist, it's the least I can do. I was just telling Lucien couple of days ago…"

She entered the closet and continued talking, but Klaus couldn't really hear a word she was saying. He was trying to understand what the hell had happened last night. He did remember feeding from her and kissing her neck, but had he really… had a threesome with her and Lucien? Why the hell couldn't he remember? She was still talking when she stepped out of the closet, wearing one of Klaus' shirts.

"Anyway, how do you like your coffee?" she asked.

"What?" he murmured.

"Your coffee," she repeated smiling. "How do you like it?"

"Black."

"Alright, I'll be right back."

He couldn't really think of anything to say when she had already left the room. Slowly he rubbed his temples, trying to recall how much he had drank last night. Not that much, he was sure of it. How was it possible that he couldn't remember what had happened? His first thought was some kind of spell. Had Lucien done this?

Klaus' eyes narrowed as he heard the sound of running water. He got up, noticing that he was also naked. His clothes were nowhere to be seen, so he went to his closet and picked up a pair of boxers and pants. He had just got dressed when the bathroom door opened and Lucien walked out, wearing the same clothes he had worn last night.

"Good morning, Nik," Lucien said cheerfully. He paused and looked around. "Where's Kayla?"

"She said something about coffee," Klaus replied, keeping his face and voice free from emotion.

Lucien smiled.

"Ah. We'll have coffee soon then and let me tell you, she makes…"

Lucien didn't have time to finish his sentence when Klaus grabbed him by the throat and shoved him roughly against the wall.

"What the hell happened last night?" Klaus snarled. "What did you do?"

Lucien looked stunned.

"What? I thought we had great time, you seemed to be enjoying yourself."

Klaus pressed his lips together.

"What happened?"

"You don't remember?"

"Not everything," Klaus murmured reluctantly.

Lucien grinned.

"Well, you did have few drinks and you also drank a lot of Kayla's blood."

That part Klaus remembered. He also remembered how much he had wanted her. She hadn't stopped him when he had touched her.

"We had a good time," Lucien added. "At least so I thought."

Klaus didn't reply, he really needed to pull himself together and gather his thoughts.

"It seems to me that you could really use that coffee," Lucien said and tapped Klaus' shoulder. "I'm going to go and see what's taking Kayla so long."

"I'm coming too," Klaus said.

He certainly wasn't pleased when they got to the kitchen and saw Kayla talking with Elijah.

"Niklaus," Elijah stated and raised an eyebrow. "Lucien. This is a surprise."

"Hello, Elijah," Lucien greeted him smiling. "It has been a while. I see you met my wife."

Elijah looked surprised.

"Your wife?"

"Yes," Lucien replied and walked over to Kayla. She smiled as he wrapped his arm around her waist. "She's lovely, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is."

Klaus could certainly see what Elijah was thinking, obviously he recognized Klaus' shirt Kayla was wearing.

"I have your coffee ready," she said smiling and picked up two cups. "Here's yours," she said to Lucien.

"Thank you, darling," he replied and kissed her cheek.

"Thank you," Klaus stated as she gave him the other cup.

"You're welcome." She paused and looked at Elijah. "Would you like some coffee too, Mr. Mikaelson?"

Elijah smiled; Klaus could tell that he was enjoying this.

"I would, thank you. And please, call me Elijah."

"Sure, that would be my pleasure. How do you like your coffee, Elijah?"

"I use just a little bit of sugar."

"Alright, coming right up."

Elijah sat at the table and looked at Klaus and Lucien.

"Rough night?" he asked innocently.

"We had fun," Lucien replied smiling. "Just like good old times."

"I see," Elijah stated. "It's nice you still have friends, Niklaus. So good friends that you see fit to bring them here. Where your daughter lives."

Klaus smiled, just to annoy Elijah.

"Well, I'm sure Hayley won't mind. Be sure to ask her during the next full moon."

Elijah's eyes narrowed.

"Here you are," Kayla said and handed Elijah his coffee.

"Thank you," Elijah stated coolly and stood up. "Excuse me."

"Well, he's just as fun as always," Lucien chuckled after Elijah had left the room.

Klaus didn't comment on that, he was staring at Kayla. She noticed his gaze and smiled at him. Something felt wrong; he just couldn't put his finger on it. What had happened last night?