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"I swear to god Klaus. I. swear. To. God." He knew, he knew the minute the doors to the study flew open that he was in a mammoth amount of trouble. There was only one person in the entirety of New Orleans who would have the audacity to slam open the door to his private rooms with that much ferocity, every single other person in the tri state area would be dead by now. He'd had New Orleans under his control for near a century now, and it had been blissful once the covenant was signed and the supernatural under belly understood their place.

That was until Caroline showed up, strolling into New Orleans with flames licking on her heels and that undeniable arch to her hips.

She was exactly like he had remembered her, not that he would have forgotten a single facet of her character. No, his memories of Caroline were buried deep within himself, in a place that no one could touch, not even the most powerful of witches.

So when their eyes met across that crowded club, the music pulsing, the body heat simmering as people gyrated against each other on the dance floor he knew it wasn't a dream.

As hard as he had tried over the years he could never reproduce her perfectly, neither in paint, nor pen. And suddenly she was there, and he was standing before her, looking down at those fluttering lashes and twisting hands like he'd never witnessed anything so enrapturing in all his 1000 years.

By some miracle, she had accepted his offer to stay at his estate. Then after a few weeks of showing her the city and everything he had to offer, she accepted his offer for a date.

He'd remember the kiss she gave him at the end of the night for as long as his miserable life lasted.

Caroline was his salvation. Caroline was his weakness, and he was not the only creature within parish to have noticed. Ever so slowly after her arrival, and after the stories of Klaus and the blonde woman no one knew about started to spread, and like wildfire the attacks started.

Not on Caroline directly. Not at first.

It wasn't until word got out that they had gotten married.

But over the six months he finally managed to catch the illusive Ms. Forbes, the attempts had gotten more and more frequent, and though he was content to steep in his newly wedded bliss, he had to make sure that Caroline was safe. No matter what the cost. Today however, there was a very foolish werewolf who had stumbled onto their property with a very sharp stake clasped in his hand a lack of vervain in his system who didn't even have to be compelled to tell him why he was there.

"The girl. I'm here for the girl."

Those words caused the pent up rage of centuries to be released, and all that was left of that hapless werewolf when Klaus was done was the stains of blood smeared across the concrete.

He'd showered and shut himself in the study with every grimoire he had in his collection. Intent on one thing, finding a way to protect the woman who was currently glaring at him, her hands on hips, her eyes reduced to mere slits.

"God? What god? You'd think with as long as I've been alive I'd have met the chap by now."

She swelled with anger, and even with the frustration he was feeling he couldn't help the tiny flicker in the back of his mind. The one repeating the same word in his mind since the moment she had said yes. Wife, wife, wife, his wife.

"Seriously, can you stop being an asshole for five seconds? I mean it, if I stumble across one more dead body that you've left on this property I will not be responsible for my actions."

Stupid, foolish, woman. Over a century old and not a lick of sense. Didn't she see, didn't she understand. "And what are you going to do?"

"I will literally murder you." She deadpanned, throwing her hands out to the side.

He chuckled, that way he knew from the dozens of arguments they'd had over the years that she despised. "Funny. I was under the impression I could not be killed."

"Try me." She spat, and with a warming of his stomach, he let his eyes caress her face. His lovely, foolish, wife. "Klaus I'm serious." Her toned turned pleading, and he chuckled again.

"As am I. That's my plan. I'm sitting here waiting for to hear what you think you're going to do. Come now love. I'm being awfully patient." He reached a hand out between them, taking one of her golden curls between her fingers and tugging on it lightly. It was a small movement, but the bristles of hair between his fingers was enough of a reassurance that she was here. She was here and she was safe.

"This is unbelievable I can't believe after everything that we've been through together, the fact that I want you to get off your ass and clean up your own messes is what turns you back to the murderous psychopath I first met." His hackles rose as her barbed jibe hit. With a stiff set of his shoulders he released her curl, taking a step back and turning towards the crackling fireplace and the table of open grimoires.

"Not another word Caroline."

"Oh I can do this all day. What else… maybe we should talk about the guards following me around all morning? Let's talk about that?"

The guards were for her protection, if she'd just trust him … "I am perfectly aware of your stamina Caroline, but I don't think this is either the time or the place." He ground out, reaching for the bourbon decanter on the beverage cart and sloshing a mixture of bourbon and blood into one of the heavy tumblers.

"SERIOUSLY?" He allowed himself to wince, only because his back was too her. That may have gone a tinge too far. "How in the world did I think this was going to work? You don't even listen to yourself let alone listen to me."

He watched as the wind lightly tickled the branches of the trees out the study window. It was calm, peaceful. And he couldn't find it in himself to feign another answer. After his continued silence she huffed, stomping loudly as she moved towards the door.

"KEEP. THE. DEAD. BODIES. OFF THE LAWN. We have neighbors."

He knew better then to respond. Knew that he should leave well enough alone and that, later, much later if the way her cheeks had flushed in irritation she'd have his balls. But there was that part of him, the centuries steeped in bad habits "Neighbors that are conveniently compelled to look the other direction."

He could hear her answering scream of frustration as the door was launched shut.

A heavy sigh escaped him as he extended his hearing and listened to her retreat towards the back of the house. He could easily hear her uttered curses and mumbles under her breath, each one with the creative ways she was going to maim him. He listened after her for a long time, long enough that she'd ordered several of the guards to clean up the mess, and opened and closed doors in the kitchen.

It wasn't until she stomped up the stairs to their bedroom and through a very distinctive lock did he focus back on what was in front of him.

She'd locked him out.

Bullocks.

He'd face her later.

He'd said that about three hundred times by now.

So when he finally managed to trudge his way up the stairs and lightly knock one of his knuckles onto the bedroom door he was hoping that he'd be lucky enough that she'd let him in.

"Not on your life."

He sighed, well, there went that.

"Sweetheart please open the door."

"No. You were a complete jerk today Klaus and I don't want to see you. Go sleep somewhere else." He rarely slept, and with her lithe body next to him every night she rarely did either. The words bubbled up inside of him, and he stomped them down.

"I have beignets…" He drawled out the end of the words, letting the heavy paper bag in his hand shake so that he knew she could hear it.

There was a long pause as if she were debating his offer. A massive grin broke across his face. Gods, he loved that barmy woman.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

"There have been uprisings Caroline you know that as well as I."

"That's not it and you know it. As evil mastermind as you think you are you are awful at trying to hide the fact that you are keeping something from me. You would think since you're like a billion years old you'd be better at that by now." He could hear her move from their bed towards the door and he placed one palm on the wood between them. As if he could feel her through the barrier.

"Caroline please open the door."

"Tell me what's wrong." He could picture her across the door with perfect clarity, those cartoon pajama bottoms, her hair mussed and thrown on top of her head. Her arms crossed over her chest, her lower lip pouting out in that way that made him want to tug it between his teeth.

"It's you. They are coming after you." The words hung heavy, leaving the taste of ashe and fire in his mouth. He hated them the moment he said them, because it became real.

"And you think that wasn't something I should know? I'm not seventeen anymore. I can take care of myself."

Of course she could. She was the strongest person he knew, stronger then himself.

"I know. I was just…"

"Being an idiot." He repeated lamely.

"A protective, alpha male idiot who should know better."

He sighed. "Caroline will you please let me in?"

He was sure the guards were having quite the laugh at his expense.

The door cracked open and he could see Carolne's face through the small space. The area around his heart squeezed tightly as he looked at her, but he waited for her even when all he really wanted to do was to wrap her in his arms.

A beat passed, then two. "Are there really beignets?"

He laughed and held up the bag.

She swung open the door the rest of the way.