PROMPT: "My little siblings LOVE going to this trashy pizzeria so I pass the time by beating all the high scores on every single arcade game they have but then one day someone beat all of my high scores by exactly 100 points and I KNOW it's the same person because they used the same fucking name on the scoreboards each time my pride is on the line who the hell did this I will fight them." (NOT really safe for work...)
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Klaus' shoulders slumped as he stared at the nasty little digits flashing in front of his eyes, and he had a fleeting moment of existential crisis when he pondered how the hell he had ended up caring so much about 100 points on an arcade game.
Honestly, when his mother had asked – demanded – that he play responsible adult over the summer, he had hit the roof. He lived on the other side of the country from them for a reason. It had been bad enough when they had moved over from the UK, and he had to live on the same continent again. But to live with his three younger siblings, in a tiny town he'd never been to, and be a guardian for three months? When they weren't even at school?
Too much.
But it had only taken him a week back in their presence to realise how much he'd missed Kol, Rebekah and Henrik. And without the tyranny of their wicked father breathing down his neck, Klaus was actually having a pleasant time.
He wasn't sure why his parents had moved to rural Virginia, when their deep pockets could have afforded a large property anywhere. But the country air was different somehow, fresher, and the soft peace of the place did wonders for Klaus' muse. Plus, he enjoyed being able to trust that his siblings wouldn't be mugged if they were walking on the streets after dark. All in all, Mystic Falls was nice. Even if he was a little starved for, ahem, entertainment…
The worst part about the whole place was, however, the complete lack of fast food outlets. Klaus had never been much of a chef, but now he was supposed to make sure his siblings were fed at least three meals a day? And he was supposed to do this without the help of take out?
Luckily for him, his siblings didn't much care for variety, and the one take away store in the town was enough to keep them fed a couple of times a week.
Unfortunately for Klaus, it was super greasy pizza parlour. And super greasy was a food Klaus categorically refused to put in his body – because hello? He was a babe for a reason?
So, while his siblings ate their wait in terrible deep-fried saturated fats, Klaus took himself across the road for a few a little alone time.
The Arcade.
When Klaus first started playing the games, he was pretty rubbish. But soon enough his nimble fingers and sharp mind had overridden every single high score on every game in the store, bar one.
Which was what he went into do that day, vanquish the very last game in the place, and becoming the reigning champ.
"Yes!" he said, triumphantly, as 'NEW HIGH SCORE' message flashed on the screen.
"Excuse me, Sir," Henrik asked Bill, the owner. "Does Nik get an award or something for holding all the high scores?"
Bill smiled at the boy, then looked over at Klaus.
"Had you beaten it yesterday, the answer would have been yes," the man replied. "But someone has actually beaten your scores on those four machines since you were here on Tuesday."
Now, Klaus wasn't one for being petty and competitive – okay, maybe he totally was – but he stalked over to the machines Bill had gestured to. They were four of the toughest games, and someone – who called themselves 'QueenBarbie', how juvenile – had beaten his scores?
"Jesus-bloody-H-Christ!"
"Come on, Nik. It's not that bad."
"It is that bad, Rebekah. 100 bloody points."
Bill gave Klaus a knowing, and slightly sympathetic, smile, as Klaus silently fumed. He knew he shouldn't be so invested in his winning streak. But he was, so sue him for having first world problems.
He grumpily slouched from the building, his siblings following like a flock of encouraging sheep behind him.
He had had his game face on now, he would beat QueenBarbie if it was the last thing he did.
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It was a few days later when Klaus skulked his way into the Arcade again. His siblings were eating their flat-bread-based-fatty-death-food across the road, so Klaus guessed he'd have about an hour until they were done. Bill was behind the counter, and a few other patrons milled around playing some games.
"Hello there, Klaus," Bill said. "You may not be happy with your leaderboard stats."
Klaus frowned, and peered at the nearest screen. A game that Klaus had been the champion of since his third visit to the arcade was now topped by QueenBarbie.
By 100 points.
Klaus angrily tramped over to other machines, and much to his chagrin, Klaus found that she was top of nearly half the games in the store.
By 100 bloody points.
"How? When?" Klaus spluttered.
"I'm not sure, but –"
But Bill was cut off when Kol burst through the doors.
"Nik! Henrik has just thrown up all over Rebekah who is now crying. I think we better go."
"Bloody pizza, bloody scores, bloody siblings," Klaus muttered. He was half way out the door when he turned back to Bill and asked quickly, "What are your opening hours?"
"Open at 10am every morning, and close at 10pm every night."
"Thanks."
And with that Klaus was gone to sort out his sick brother and sulking sister.
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Klaus had been in Mystic Falls eight weeks, when something completely unprecedented happened.
He had the entire weekend, from Friday evening to Monday morning, completely to himself.
Kol and his friend Jeremy were going out to Jeremy's family's lake house for a few nights. Rebekah was on a cheerleading camp. And Henrik was in Richmond staying with their oldest brother Finn.
It was his first free Friday night in a long time and he didn't quite know what to do with himself. If he was back at college, Klaus would have spent Friday night at a bar, charming and bedding someone gorgeous. For a moment, entertained the idea of going to the Mystic Grill and trying him luck with his charms there. But most of the gorgeous people in Mystic Falls were either in high school – jailbait (or worse, Rebekah's friends) – or parents – taken (or worse, single and looking to 'settle down').
Klaus thought about doing other things, stay at home, go to the gym, go to the grill and have a drink by himself. But he knew, even before he started mentally listing when he could do, that he would end up at the Arcade.
QueenBarbie had steadily taken over all his high scores over the past few weeks, no matter how valiantly Klaus tried to protect his crown. But he didn't know how. He had never seen a female in there, apart from Rebekah, and Klaus assumed QueenBarbie wasn't a man.
Anyway, Klaus decided he'd use his first free night in two months putting in some serious time at the arcade.
The walk over there was pleasant enough, the summer air warm, but not too warm, the streets full of people, but not too full. His mind was on the prize, completely focused on his mission at hand and then he opened the door of the arcade… And he was pretty sure his mind short circuited.
Behind the counter was not the middle aged man that usually was there, dressed in his 'The Arcade' polo shirt and dorky boardshorts.
Nope.
Today there was a girl.
An insanely beautiful girl.
An insanely beautiful girl dressed in a 'The Arcade' polo shirt that was very similar to Bill's, but somehow looked absolutely outstanding on her, the way it stretched over her ample breasts, and her blonde bouncy hair curled over her shoulders at a fantastic contrast to the navy blue of the shirt. The outfit was coupled with a pair of teeny tiny denim shorts, that were surely far too short to be considered 'pants'. Not that he was complaining, as they showed of long, creamy, perfectly toned legs.
Klaus was reasonably confident he'd had a very heated argument with his sister about wearing shorts that short. But somehow they looked enticing and sexy on Bill's replacement, where on Rebekah, they had looked disturbingly inappropriate.
"Well, you're not Bill," Klaus said, stupidly, much to the amusement of the other patrons, causing the girl to look over at him, unimpressed.
"And you're observant," she shot back, dryly, as she turned away from him to continue working.
Klaus moved over to one of the machines, trying not to let his eyes be drawn to her perfect ass as she bent over to wipe over the surfaces of one of the recently vacated games.
He tried to play, he really did, but all the focus he had carefully cultivated on his walk over had evaporated when he had seen her. All he wanted to do was touch her, feel her skin, have those long legs wrapped around him, see the perky breasts without the shirt to cover them.
Klaus sat there, in front of different games for literally hours, trying to focus enough on the stupid games.
The 100-point lead was teasing him. How had QueenBarbie managed 100 points exactly? That would definitely have taken skill.
But the blonde beauty and her tiny shorts were teasing him more, sapping him of every ounce of concentration he possessed for gaming, and had him concentrating… hard… on other… things.
"Hey," a feminine voice said, at about 9:00pm.
Klaus looked up to see the blonde peering at him. He'd relegated himself to the corner game, furthest away from where she was working behind the desk, in the hopes he could refocus his mind on beating the high score.
"Hello, love," he replied, and was very pleased to note the light blush that crept into her cheeks.
"I know this is a real crappy thing to ask, but you're the only one in here, and would you mind leaving, so I can close up early. It's been the actual worst day ever, and I don't know if I can make it another hour actually functioning. So…?"
"Wouldn't Bill be unhappy with that?" Klaus asked, smugly, but already resolved to agree – she could probably ask him to eat pizza and he would if it got him into her good books.
"Probably," she shrugged. "But he's my dad, it's not like he can fire me from being his daughter."
"Very true."
They chuckled lightly together and Caroline looked at the screen of his game.
"Oh my god, you're TheHybrid?"
"Yes…" Klaus asked, slowly.
She let out loud, elated laughter, and Klaus felt as though he were the butt of some joke, even if her smile was making him a little weak at the knees.
"I'm sorry!" she said, as her giggle subsided. "You were leading like all the machines. Those 100 points must really be annoying you. I know it amused me."
"Oh, if it amused you so much, maybe I should stay the extra hour and reclaim my crown," Klaus challenged.
"No, no! Don't do that," she laughed. "I just want to die in my pjs on the couch."
"I'll leave if you let me take you out for a drink," Klaus blurted out.
"What?" she asked, disbelievingly.
"You heard me, love."
She looked at a loss for what to say, and Klaus was pleased to note her not so subtle checking him out. She frowned, opened her mouth to say something, closed it when she thought better of it, and opened it saying finally, "I don't even know your name!"
"Klaus. Yours?"
"Caroline Forbes."
"Now we know, so drink?"
She narrowed her eyes, but there was a small, quite flattered smile playing on her lips.
"I still have to cash up and clean up. If you hang around, and I don't hate you by the time I'm finished, you can walk me home. And then – maybe – I'll give you my number. Deal?"
"Sounds perfect."
Caroline cleaned up, and Klaus sat by, feeling a little useless as she whizzed around him, but made up for it by making her laugh, smile and blush.
When she had finished, she let him walk her home, where they Klaus felt daring enough to grab her hand, and they walked fingers laced the 30 minutes back to hers.
She gave him her number, and said to call if he wanted to hang out. And, as he left, he resolved to do just that.
He was completely entranced.
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"You're looking mighty pleased with yourself," Kol smirked, as the four of them walked to the pizza parlour. "Did you finally find someone in Mystic Falls to scratch your manly itches, Nik?"
"Don't be gross, Kol," Rebekah spat.
"I can scratch Nik's itches!" Henrik chimed in.
"Not that kind of itch, brother," Kol grinned.
Klaus just smiled, knowingly.
He and Caroline had been texting, almost non-stop since he left her on Friday night. They had dinner on Saturday, and the breakfast on Sunday, but once his brothers and sister had returned on Monday, Klaus hadn't been able to catch her.
But that night, there was a movie being played in the town square, and while his siblings ran off with their friends, Klaus could sit with Caroline.
The only trouble was, he also had to sit through death by inhaling pizza fumes before they went, as the arcade was closed that day due to the movie night.
While his siblings squabbled over which pizza they wanted, Klaus gazed, a little wistfully out the window, thinking of a time when he didn't have to deal with the horrendous smells of overly greased pizza.
His eyes wandered to the arcade, when he caught the eye of Caroline, who was striding towards the door. She smiled widely, and waved at him. Klaus felt a smile the size of a goofy banana overtake his face as she waved back, before she slipped into the store and was gone from his vision.
Klaus barely had a split second reprieve before Rebekah shrieked, "How the bloody hell do you know Caroline Forbes!"
His head snapped around to his sister, who looked almost star struck.
"Umm, her father owns the arcade. We met the other day when I went in there."
Rebekah's head made an unhealthy sounding noise as it connected to the table.
"Please tell me you didn't do your usual trick of a quick rough-and-tumble then out-of-bed-and-lost-her-number before the sun has risen, Nik. Please tell me that," Rebekah groaned.
"Umm… I didn't do that," Klaus said, although it sounded more like a question.
"That is a relief," she said, as sighed with relief, a smile was visible as she raised her head from the wood. "Caroline Forbes was a senior two years ago, homecoming and prom queen, head of all the dance committees, cheer captain, total barbie. But she's now captain of a college cheer squad, and so she's coming back to do cheer boot camp with us for a few days before school goes back, and rumour is she'll be picking the new captain. Which means you cannot sleep with her and break her heart, or all my hard work will be ruined!"
Klaus had zoned out as rabbited on about all the incredible qualities of Caroline Forbes, but his mind had fixated on only two words. Queen and Barbie.
The two words rattled around his mind, and many things began to make sense. The hundred points, the fact that she was the only female who seemed to frequent the arcade, the laugh she let out when she found out he was TheHybrid, the knowing smirk she'd given him every time he'd bring up the fact he wanted to be king of all the games.
"Queen, barbie," Klaus gritted out, standing up from the table, menacingly.
"Our of everything I said, Nik, you take queen and barbie? Are you serious?"
"You guys go on ahead to the movie. I'll meet you there."
With that, Klaus got up from the table and stalked his way over to the arcade. Once there, he began rapping his knuckles on the door, a furious expression on his face.
Caroline came to the door, looking slightly bewildered.
"Klaus, hey, I thought –" but she was cut off as he pushed through the door, dominantly.
With the door closed behind them, Klaus pushed Caroline up against it. He leaned in and traced his nose along the skin of her cheek, and he was pleased to note the blush that crept up her cheeks, and her breathing grew a shallower.
"QueenBarbie," he breathed into her ear, and she stiffened. "You're QueenBarbie?"
Caroline's eyes were wide, and a tiny smile was replacing the shocked look that he'd elicited with his rough behaviour.
"What can I say," she murmured, her smirk widening with ever passing word. "Some shifts get boring, and breaking your winning streak was too good a challenge to pass up."
Klaus' eye narrowed.
"Well, I might need to get my revenge," he muttered, his breath brushing over her ear. He brought the hands that were on the door either side of her head to her waist, and pulled her toward him.
"What did you have in mind," she sighed, running her hands up his sides, settling them at the nape of his neck.
Instead of answering, Klaus caught her lips with his and kissed her, passionately, tongue quickly slipping past the seam of her mouth, battling with her own.
When he bent her over the nearest machine and slipped her cock into her soaking folds some twenty minutes later, it wasn't exactly what he'd envisaged when he'd stalked over there.
But listening to her name on his lips, as he pounded into her, while she came spectacularly, Klaus couldn't bring himself to care.
It was worth it.
Definitely worth it.
HEre was my second drabble for adversaries day of AU week. Hope you enjoyed! LOL I'm a bit of a smut tease... sorry about that. :3