live2write123: hey everyone :) that's right, a new chapter for ya'll and it's a continuation of the last chapter. Just a shout out to the people who think I've been making this story lately kinda anti-Klaroline but that will never be the case! I love and fall more in love with Klaroline every time I see their faces on my television screen, I swear! Right now is just another down for their roller-coaster of a "complex" relationship :P.
ps. Here's some clarification to those who might be confused to where and when everything is happening, so I'm gonna break it down for you:
Chapter Thirty-Three: Day 1 in NY (Episode Smells like Teen Spirit)
Chapter Thirty-Four: Day 2 in NY (Ep Ghost World)
Chapter Thirty-Five: End of Day 2, beginning of Day 3 (Ep Ordinary People)
This means that by chapter thirty-six, Klaus and Caroline will have returned to Mystic Falls by then! I hope this helps :P I can only imagine how confusing this could be but in the series while Klaus is gone and everything is going swimmingly in Mystic Falls, this is what happening while Klaus and Caroline are MIA in Mystic Falls' bubble-world.
Pss. Thank you to everyone who's taken the time to review and favourite this story! I love your responses to each chapter I update, even when you tolerate my lack of updating quickly :( but anyway, please review, alert, favourite, comment, and most of all, enjoy this chapter! :)
Chapter Thirty-Five: Better to Bend Then Break
Present Day (Manhattan, New York)
After the party had begun and guests were starting to fill the ballroom, riding in fancy limousines or outdated horse-drawn carriages, Caroline remained in Acacia's noiseless bedroom, sitting on her window seat while watching the elegant guests in their formal attire being escorted to the door. She knew none of these vampires were older than she; no one was other than the Original family. But Klaus's voiceless threat restricted her from enjoying herself tonight. She was still dressed for the occasion; her long backless dress hugged her every curve, her high heels gave her body another inch to her natural height and her new jewelry sparkled magnificently even by the dimmed-candlelight. After Ulysses reassured her with security details for her protection tonight, he urged her to continue getting ready. The stylist curled her hair and pinned it back into a low, chignon bun only using bobby pins to keep her blonde locks in place.
Suddenly, she heard someone rushing inside without knocking and she already knew who it was Acacia, dressed in a long, brilliant red halter dress and matching pumps, her long black hair was curled loosely and pinned over to lie in front of one shoulder while her diamond-jewelry shimmered extravagantly.
"What are you doing up here, while the party is down there?" She demanded, pouting.
"As much as I've always adored attending evening gatherings, it's been a very long time since I've been to one out and in the open."
"You look beautiful, Caroline. I promise and my brother will not let anything happen to you tonight. The gallant but terribly charming Niklaus Mikaelson can most definitely slaughter a few dozens of vampires, but can he murder hundreds of Manhattan, under my brother's demands? I hope to never find out."
Caroline couldn't mistake the adoration in her voice while uttering his wretchedly infamous name. "Do you know Niklaus personally?"
"Why, yes. He and I were passionate lovers before and after he turned my brother and me into vampires. Over the years, he would visit Manhattan to regularly check on us as my brother's empire began to grow increasingly. And between us girls, let's just say his bed was never left cold under this roof and in my company. I was very loyal to him and he showered me with his charismatic words. But when he left for sixty-five years, I was heartbroken and I had to find a replacement. A girl has her needs, and vampire has more urgently desperate needs to fulfill. Maybe now that he has returned, I suppose I can welcome him into my bed once again. And besides, I find that reunion sex is one of the best forms of sexual intercourse."
"Well, I hope he fulfills your recent needs and you quench his. But can you give me one more minute? I will be down soon enough."
She nodded. "Of course, I'll let brother know so he doesn't have to worry anymore. After every time he would smile and shake hands with each guest, he would glance hopefully up at the staircase every now and then as if you would be magically walking down it."
"Thank you, Acacia."
"Not a problem. I'll see you soon, okay? Don't keep the amiable and available men down there waiting too long." Acacia winked before opening and closing the door behind her.
Caroline turned to face the window again, looking up at the late-summer sky and lingered processing the beautiful Acacia's past with the enigmatic Klaus. Of course he had has his way with her in the past. Why wouldn't he? It's not as if I've been the only bed partner he's been with for the past nine-hundred years. So why do I feel so appallingly betrayed? She thought to herself before Klaus's words of promise returned to her mind. "Know this, my dear, none of them could ever compare to your exceptional abilities in bed."
She rolled her eyes, standing up from the window seat, running her hands down the satin silk dress and diminishing any feelings of betrayal. This was to be expected, Caroline reassured herself, he's pleased every woman he's been with the same pack of lies he told her earlier today.
Caroline took in a long, deep breath before slowly walking down the staircase steps, hiking up the front of her dress so that she wouldn't trip. Barely three steps down, all eyes were on her. Everyone stopped their separate conversations and looked at her in awe with a few whispers murmuring among the vast crowd. Ulysses was pampered and outfitted in a dashing formal black suit and bowtie, his hair loosely slicked back with his natural-stubble trimmed professionally, met her at the bottom of the stairs and held out his hand. She smiled and accepted it.
"My honourable guests, thank you all for joining me tonight and enjoy your night wholeheartedly. Allow me to introduce you, the Lady Caroline." Ulysses announced as everyone applauded at the infamous name before they all started walking towards the ballroom's open doors. Before Caroline could slip away, Ulysses pulled her in close to him, enough for her to have her chest lightly pressed up against his. "You are the most beautiful woman in the room tonight, sweet Caroline." He whispered directly into her ear.
She tried to hide her embarrassment, but the light dust of reddening across her cheekbones gave her away. "T-Thank you, Ulysses."
He nodded, offering him his arm to her, which she linked hers through and he escorted her into the marvellous ballroom. Its floors were polished marble and a grand chandelier hung from its domed ceiling. Everything was bright, polished, expensive and Victorian. A smaller stage was across from the doors with tall red curtains. To the left was a long bar that served drinks and appetizers. To the right was the orchestra that played old-fashioned music and a small seating area beside it with refreshment tables. As waiters dressed in formal suits and trays of serving flutes, the guests that flooded the room were either dressed in long ball gowns and formal black suits, conversing and laughing over the violin music with flutes of expensive champagne with small doses of human blood.
"May I offer you a drink, my lady?" Ulysses asked.
Caroline smiled, weakly. "A drink sounds lovely."
"I will be back shortly."
When Caroline was left alone, she admired the loving and adoring couples dancing to the beautiful music. Most of these vampires have had spent centuries with their partners and she deeply envied that. Within the crowd, she could've sworn that she caught a glance of Niklaus Mikaelson, dressed in a dark grey suit, a white dress shirt beneath and a black tie and matching dress shoes, smirking dangerously at her. But after she blinked a few more times, he disappeared.
He's here. Niklaus is here. Her panicked conscious warned her. Get out before he gets you. Run and don't look back!
Caroline picked up her dress and spun around with the intention of leaving this mansion, out of New York and some place where Klaus could never find her. But before she could flee, Ulysses returned with two flute-glasses of blood-champagne.
"Caroline, whatever is it the matter? Has someone startled you?" His worried voice asked frantically.
She shook her head, swallowing her fear and steading her breathing. "No, it's nothing. I'm fine." Caroline took the flute offered to her after he smiled reassured and handed it to her.
"Do not fret, Lady Caroline. You are under my protection. No one is ever going to hurt you under my watchful eye, understood?" He promised her.
Caroline beamed a convincing smile, nodding her head. "Yes, understood."
As the night continued, Ulysses disappeared and returned to Caroline every now and then after he would dance with another woman or he would converse with the gentlemen in the room. When she was alone, she watched as Acacia approached her with two men on her arms.
"Already on the prowl, are you Acacia?"
"Of course. Niklaus has not yet to be seen, and like I said, a girl has needs. Will you not join me, dear Caroline?"
"I'm fine for now, but thank you."
She shrugged, nonchalantly. "Oh well, more for me."
Caroline chuckled. "Enjoy yourself tonight, good men. You are in the presence of the gorgeously talented Acacia."
Acacia nodded approvingly before taking her two victims with her. A familiar song of Lionel Richie's "Hello" began to play in the background. Guest began to take their loved ones by the hand, leaving their stations to join the waltzing couples in the middle of the dance floor while Caroline decided to watch them; she walked to a nearby cushioned chair and sat down. Nearly everyone was paired up and waltzing together around in circles, except her.
Her eyes were locked on the loving couples dancing until Ulysses stood in front of her and offered her his hand for the second time this night. She looked up with him and he smiled down at her. "May I have this dance, Lady Caroline?" He asked, formally.
Caroline slid her hand into his and helped herself to stand. "You may, Lord Ulysses."
Surprisingly, she felt undeniably safe and protected in his rigid arms as he twirled her around the middle of the floor. His waltzing stance and abilities were perfected over the years, she felt inexperienced and naïve. But his smoldering eyes never once left hers, smiling down at her warmly the entire song. After it was over, he reluctantly released her and bowed while she curtsied.
"Would you give us the honor of listening to your voice, Caroline? Any song of your choice." He asked.
"It would be my pleasure."
Ulysses smiled, grabbing her hand and leading her up the steps to the stage. He stood in front of the microphone as the orchestra was silenced and everyone was facing the stage. "Pardon me for the interruption; I hope you are all having a wonderful Halloween. As you all know, I have grown a habit of hiring a performer for the holiday masquerade balls I host. But tonight, we have a special treat for you all. Please welcome, Miss Jenna McIntyre."
Once again, everyone applauded and he stepped aside as the red curtains parted like the Red Sea. Caroline stood centre-stage with a stand holding the microphone and a spotlight shining down her face as the entire ballroom went dark. She listened for the grand piano behind her play the first keys to Gloria Gayner's "I Will Survive". Somewhere during the song, she could've sworn her eyes found Klaus's and she heatedly sang to him and him alone with every word until the last word and everyone applauded with approval. The fast and upbeat song of "Where Did Our Love Go?" sung by The Supremes came onto the surround sound and everyone began to twirl and shimmy around the floor.
Caroline smiled, leaving the stage and by the time she reached the marble floors again, Ulysses offered her his hand for another dance which she gladly took. After their exhausting dance, Caroline returned to the refreshment tables and helped herself to a flute of champagne as a new song, "At The Beginning" by: Richard Marx, began to play in the background.
While Caroline took a sip and looked at the couples slowly dancing to the beginning of the song, Klaus walked into her view. He stood in the middle of the dance floor, dead in his tracks and his eyes focussed on Caroline only. The minute she saw his feet began to walk towards her, she frantically and instantly stood up. Caroline wanted to run but her body refused to move. Instead, she waited for him to stand before her and offer her his hand.
"Dance with me, Caroline Forbes?" He asked.
She nodded, reluctantly slid her hand into his. "Yes, Niklaus Mikaelson."
For a moment, his eyes were wide. As if he could have sworn that she'd instantly refuse. He guided her through the crowd of circling couples and stood in front of her. Klaus released her hand and formally bowed in front of her while Caroline grabbed the sides of her dress and curtsied. He softly pulled her into him with one hand on her waist and the other in her hand. She placed her hand on his shoulder and the other wrapped in his. As the music played on, Caroline and Klaus were dancing together in sync. But there was not a hint of enjoyment nor happiness within this dance, which secretly unsettled both dance partners during the dance while they held each other with stiff postures and expressionless faces.
When the music stopped, every man of the couples bowed and the girls curtsied as they all left the middle of the ballroom while Caroline and Klaus stared at each other, still in their dancing position. After she tried to escape his grip, he kept her tightly close to her. His stoic glare silently told her to stop struggling before she caused a scene. This caused her to narrow her eyes, glaring at him distastefully and swallowed her anger towards him before the next song: "If I Never Knew You" sung by: Jon Secada and Shanice began to fill the room.
"Smile Caroline, meddlesome vampires are observing us." Klaus seethed through clenched teeth and a bogus pleasant smile.
"Why lie to these semi-decent people and lead them on to believe I actually enjoyed your presence for one second, Niklaus?"
"If you plan on sparing Ulysses' life tonight, than you would better hastily grin as if this is best dance you ever had participated in."
Simply hearing his name and a threat, Caroline forced the corners of her mouth upwards. "Fine, but do not mistaken tonight, Niklaus. I am only saving the life of a new friend of mine."
"Have you forgotten everything I have told you yesterday? Ulysses is a mass-manipulator; he will say and do whatever he can to make his way to be an associate, especially to a vampire older and stronger than he."
"Then, he is truly a smart lad isn't he? If acquaintance connections are what he's seeking for from me, then I will give him my allegiance when I see fit."
Caroline winced at the tightening grip of his hands around her waist and around her hand and when he smirked humorously down at her; she glared his way once again. She continued to dance with him, sparing the lives in this very room if Klaus were to ever be angered and trifled with by Caroline again. Instead of any previous dances she had spent with the mighty hybrid in the past were never lovely, but they still moved together in sync, expecting the other's next graceful move as if they had spent time rehearsing. Although right now, she disgusted the feel of his touch, the sensation of his body pressed against hers, the scent of his normally addictive and familiar musky cologne. It was as if she was dancing with a complete stranger, an invisible wall blocking and wedging its way in between herself and her partner. She dared to look inside Klaus's eyes and they were no longer gloating neither amusing; they almost appeared sad and disappointed behind the sheet of emotionlessness and detachment of his indifferent expression. After the music had finished, he pulled her in closer if it were possible and she instinctively closed her eyes to brace herself for a bruising and harsh kiss. But he didn't, his trimmed stubble prickled across her cheek until his lips were next to her ears.
"You will not accept another dance from Ulysses tonight, Caroline, is that understood? Any other man in this room aside from him will do because I cannot tolerate further disobedience from you."
She looked hesitantly up into his eyes again, absorbing the truth and almost catching the urgent imploration behind them. Instead of agreeing to him and giving him what he wants on a silver platter, she stepped out of his arms, curtsied and hurried off through the glass French doors and into the garden. How dare he ask more from her? Not only did he have the nerve to show up here tonight after making such a fuss over not going, but he had the nerve to intimidate her into doing what he said in exchange to keep Ulysses alive. As much as it bothered Caroline that Acacia had straightforwardly and willingly expressed her sexual relations with Niklaus in front of her, she could never leave Ulysses' sister without a sibling.
Why, why did she always have to be unselfish to any unfamiliar and possibly misleading vampire she comes across that gives her the slightest bit of generosity? For the longest time, she's always asked herself that every time she dared to stand against Klaus's threats and rage. But now she knows why she's the way she is, even after everything she's been through. Because she's always felt guilty for involving whatever unaware but loyal outsider that she allowed into her life, leaving herself responsible for their life if it were to ever become endangered because of Klaus. It was never fair to carry this guilt and worry. Kathleen Bennett was innocently murdered all those years ago because she sheltered and hid away Caroline from his persistent pursuit. She knew better than that now. Every new person she had recently had the honor of getting to know, Felix, Hannah Bennett, Ulysses, could never be too close to Caroline. Klaus would never allow it unless she had something to offer in exchange for his acceptance.
Caroline realized that she was so deep into her thoughts; she didn't recognize Ulysses was now standing behind her. "We have got to stop meeting this way."
She gasped, spinning around with her hand over her hammering heart but relaxed at the sight in front of her. "And what is that, exactly, Ulysses?"
"We tend to cross paths whenever you are on your lonesome, near to tears, standing in utter silence and processing over any troubling thought in that overthinking head of yours."
"Oh, yes. If that is indeed a recurrence, I hope we stop."
"May I ask why you are out here? Is the party inside not to your liking?"
"No, not at all. I have not been to one in years and I needed fresh air. Forgive me if I had offended you."
"You could never offend me, Caroline."
"I wouldn't be so sure. I am under the Lord Niklaus's watchful eye, it may be best for you to stay away from me."
"Ah yes, Niklaus. I saw him earlier tonight, we conversed over a flute of champagne before he hurried off to 'urgent' matters. Undoubtedly regarding my sister, the long-awaited reunion between two lovers is the most anticipating."
"And you have approved of their courting, Ulysses?"
For the first time, Caroline caught a glimpse of this formal vampire's childlike side as he rolled his eyes and took a seat at a nearby swinging bench. "My dear sister has always had a stubborn mind, even while we were humans. I suppose that it has only magnified after becoming a vampire. However, I had no control over her infatuation towards Niklaus Mikaelson from the first day they met. In fact, I was not surprised. The night after their first coupling at breakfast, she was blooming and glowing red while she attempted with most difficulty to avoid his eyes. I may oppose it from time to time and no matter how many times I try to convince her otherwise, she has and will forever have her own freewill that I could never control deprived of feeling remorseful."
Caroline sat down next to him with a deep sigh. "I wish Niklaus were to think the same as you do. Nevertheless, he's never had his freedom threatened by an incessant and persistent bully before. He just doesn't understand how important and treasured permanent freedom and independence is towards oneself."
"Has he threatened yours, by any chance?"
"No, he claims he would never do such an unforgivable task, that he would never force me to be loyal and obedient to him because he supposedly admires my continuous defiance towards him despite his advances and threats. But I can never be too sure, it may just change one day and he will become so narrow-minded and unfeeling of my pleas that he may just compel whatever's holding me back out of me to get his way."
"That is quite the explanation, Caroline."
"I should not have said any of that. Ulysses, please stay away from me. I'm walking on thin ice already and I fear you will become the collateral damage tonight if I continue to talk with you, regardless of your men and their protection."
"I am not afraid of him, dear. After I was turned into a vampire, he compelled my sister and me to become fearless. We were forbidden to fret, but to become leaders over others lower than us. Do you not understand? He created my fate, this life I've lived has been pleasant but nothing has been changed. It has become repetitive and tiresome. I simply wish to be free."
"Honestly, I am not surprised he did this to you. Niklaus has thought, planned and acted upon many deceitful and cunning tasks, Ulysses, I'll give you that much. I know this better than anyone else."
"Has he caused you pain as well? I can see it in your eyes, and it must have happened before you were turned. You know, I have not yet had the pleasure of getting to know you and your history to the Lord Niklaus."
She nervously laughed, "I really shouldn't. It's a long and frankly useless fairy tale to share." And frankly, I don't prefer to tell strangers. Caroline knew there was something different and almost haunting about this old vampire in front of her. She couldn't figure him out, whether or not he's genuinely intrigued by her or obsessively needs to know her past and involvement with Niklaus Mikaelson. But right now, Caroline strongly disagreed with the obsessive and erratic expression, wide-eyed interested eyes and a stiff posture, waiting for the storytelling. However the blonde vampire refused.
"Come on, there must be something you can share." He urged, rather out of his natural character.
She sighed almost impatiently. "Look. All I can say is that I'm not foolish nor am I senseless to ever seal the deal upon his death, I've just in denial of what I know and feel. I wish I could stop, but I suppose I never have."
"And what do you feel, Caroline? Do you still wish to kill him after all of these centuries?"
"I want him suffer the way I have suffered. I want to grieve in situation he can no longer control. You know, I've hated him so much for what he did to me, so much. Every little thing he did wrong sliced another betrayal through me. But recently maybe all I want to do is save his life, what's left of it and if it's even worth saving, whether or not he wants to be saved is completely up to him. Does that make any sense? I throw threats around and empty promises and relentless determination, but perhaps that's all I've known so it's all I can say and do. I could never become close to someone, and now that I have back at home, I fear I never will after him."
"You have a lover back in Mystic Falls?"
She nodded. "I wouldn't label him as a lover, he's just a really close friend and he's been there for me more than I could ask for. But he's been the closest item I have to a potential lover."
"As much as I adore a good love story and a happy ending, this happy ending involves Niklaus but that does not mean I would wish unhappiness upon you. Whatever makes you happy, Caroline, you have my support."
"Why, thank you, Ulysses. I wish you the same, whatever it is that gives you happiness. Actually, I've been meaning to ask you if I could sing another song to your group before I leave."
Caroline visually saw him swallow a lump further down his throat "Of course you can, I for one can agree that everyone here admires your beautifully enchanting voice. You can stay here afterwards if you wish. I'm sure Niklaus will not be too happy if you were to return to that suite."
"I thank you; however I've angered him enough for a day. And besides, I have made a promise to him I intend to keep." She said as she stood up, dusting off the wrinkles and specs of dirt off her dress.
Ulysses stood up as well, fixing his bowtie and his jacket. "Well, whenever you are back in Manhattan for a getaway, my home is yours."
She nodded. "Thank you, I'll keep that in mind." Caroline turned away, feeling his burning eyes drilling holes into her bareback until she was out of sight. For some reason, she felt as though this conversation was far from over.
As the song began to finish, Caroline took center stage under the spotlight and easily found Klaus conversing over a drink with a very familiar woman dressed in red. That didn't take long. Caroline rolled her eyes, taking the microphone as everyone faced her way, applauding approvingly.
"Good evening everyone, I hope you all can endure another song or two sung by myself. So please lead your loved one to the middle of the floor and I hope you all enjoy." Caroline kept her eyes trained onto Klaus as the piano behind began to play the keys of "Hurt" sung by: Christina Aguilera, singing every word with meaning and power as he fiercely held her eyes as if he was holding her prisoner in the protection of his arms. After battling with her inners to break down and cry, a solo tear escaped her eyes during her final note before briskly leaving the room and into the bathroom when the orchestra arose to play music.
Staring into the mirror, she immediately wiped away the tears before her mascara would run and began to fix her hair before leaning her hands against the granite countertop. She looked up from the ground and into the mirror, but this time she saw Klaus's shadowy reflection standing behind her in the magnificent ladies bathroom attached to the ballroom. Before she could gasp or yell out for help, she spun around and he already had his lips over her to silence any cry for help.
Even though her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head and her body almost gave out, she fought the urge and fought back by using her hands to try and shove his chest away but that only made his arms tighten around her waist, pinning her lower back further into the countertop.
"Shh, love. You'll create a scene with this ruckus." He whispered into her ear.
She shook off him off, giving him one final push and glared at him. "What are doing in here, Niklaus? This is the ladies room."
Klaus shrugged, nonchalantly. "The men's room was full. And besides, gender in front of a restroom has never stopped me before; it will not stop me now."
"Get out. I didn't want to see you tonight, but I should have known better."
"You have been playing quite the dangerous game tonight, sweetheart. It would be foolish to continue a game you are surely going to lose in the end."
"Why have you come, Niklaus? To drag me out of here and back to the suite while Ulysses is not watching over me?"
"Do not dare to say his name in front of me. I am already seconds away from beheading and staking him in front of the audience, do not urge me to act upon it."
"Are you angry he adores me so, Niklaus? Or perhaps have you come tonight in hopes to reunite with a former ongoing lover of yours?" And by his look, she knew he knew exactly what she meant. "Yes, I know about Acacia, Niklaus. She could not help herself from visually flaunting over a very descriptive past with you."
"Ah, of course she has. After a few decades of staggering lovemaking reunions, I am not surprised she was verbal. At least one has remained faithful to me after all these years. But no, she is not the reason I've arrived tonight."
Caroline suddenly backed away from him, further into the darkness of the poorly-lit bathroom and closer to the far wall. "It could not have been because of me. You're still furious with me and you cannot stand that I am truly enjoying myself without your presence needed."
He followed her, backing and cornering her until her back was pressed against the wall and his hands were imprisoning her there. "I admit, I've originally arrived tonight on ill intentions to force you to come back with me so that we can prepare for tomorrow's well-awaited event. Nevertheless, when I first saw you beaming tonight, dancing and absorbing Ulysses' overused words of endearments, I have yet to see you this comfortable and dare I say it, contented before. So I've come to the conclusion that I'm not going to force you towards your involvement with my plan tomorrow. Frankly, I would be putting you in danger in a hostile environment and situation."
"Then, if you are not here to threaten or blackmail me into willingly leaving you, what are you doing here?"
"I'm releasing you from my imprisonment, Caroline. Tomorrow night, I will continue with the plans and you will return to Mystic Falls to plot my ultimate death with the awakening of my father."
"Niklaus, you evidently brought me here for a reason and I know it has nothing to do with my relationship with Felix."
"Essentially, love that is exactly why I took you with me. I could have taken Stefan; he has nothing resembling neither a companionship to Felix nor the Dawson pack. However I knew I would somehow sever and possibly destroy the bond you strangely ensure with this werewolf, the same man you refuse to hand over to me to take away his suffering he endures once a month under the full moon."
"Does my happiness anger you that much, Niklaus? The thought that I might have found happiness for just a second of my miserable existence displeases you beyond belief."
"No, sweetheart, you are very wrong. I've always wished for your happiness, for you to be happy and at peace would thrill me to no end. But with the exception, I can never truly and agreeably swallow the pill of this reality. Believe me, Caroline; I want you to be happy. On the other hand, I want you to be happy with me."
"You drive a hard bargain, Niklaus. Ultimately I'm given permission under your order to be happy but the only exception you allow is that if I'm happy with you. Do you understand how wrong and unfair that sounds? How could you dare to dictate my life? Whether or not you claim that you have your best interest at heart towards my welfare and happiness, you truly don't unless I am loyally by your side and that I could actually agree throughout all of your prejudiced and cruel scheming attacks on innocent people."
"Caroline, I am giving you your freedom. After I have turned the Dawson pack into hybrids and they accompany me back to Mystic Falls, I plan on reuniting with my father standing next to you and Damon Salvatore, executing my demise."
"Niklaus, if I mean anything to you, you won't do this. Why must it be Felix's family? They are innocent, regardless of Felix's association to me." She almost begged.
"I thought I told you to flee, before I change my mind and resort to my predictably original tactics."
"I refuse. I cannot leave Manhattan unharmed with a satisfied mind under your approval, knowing you will kill and feed those werewolves tomorrow night. In fact, I am glad you showed up tonight because just now, I remembered I have a proposal to offer you."
"What could you possibly suggest in exchange for my chance to create more hybrids? Pray, tell me quickly."
"If I were to find another werewolf pack within New York, another werewolf pack to turn into hybrids, would you wait for me to offer you to them?"
Klaus sighs harshly, considering her proposal. "Now you, my dear, drive a hard bargain."
"If I can find another werewolf pack, would you leave the Dawson pack alone?"
"Perhaps. But it all depends on how many members are within the pack and how far away they are. I have done my research on Felix's family and there are only a maximum of ten to fifteen werewolves. If you can find a pack with more than that, than yes. I will contemplate on changing my plans to kill and change the Dawson pack."
"How long do I have?"
"Until tomorrow night, before sundown so I can have time to get there before the moon has risen."
Caroline nodded. "Okay."
"But if you fail, Caroline, otherwise I will kill turn the entire Dawson pack into hybrids without blinking."
"I get it, Niklaus. It will be done and you won't have to resort to that."
"Let's hope not."
"Can I ask you for a favour? It's simple. Keep an eye on Ulysses while I search through his office for documentations on packs of werewolves in Manhattan."
"Well, you are indeed greedy tonight, my dear Caroline. But yes, I will. And if he leaves, I will make sure he doesn't find you."
"Good, then I will leave with you."
Klaus watched as she walked around him, opened the door as the brightly-lit ballroom shown through the doorway but before she left, she looked over her shoulder to take a look at him. "For what it's worth, Niklaus, I am glad you came here tonight. That's all I really wanted when I saw that invitation. Believe me or not, but I never wanted you to be here because you were angry with me. I just wanted to see if we could have fun together, even if it's in the company of others. I thought I could somehow convince you to bring me here and not give a damn about what others thought about you while I was on your arm. But that's just another pipe dream, right? Too good to be true?" She disappeared behind the door before he could think of a response to counter her owns, but just this time he decided to let it go for now.
Caroline quickly searched through Ulysses' forbidden and darkened private office, carefully looking through the files and drawers for some source of records of residential werewolf packs. As the leader of the vampire empire in Manhattan, he must have tabs on other species living in his vast territory. After nearly half an hour of looking through his endless files and surprisingly without getting caught, she pulled out a brief record of a werewolf family with twenty members in their pack residing in East Harlem. Just as Caroline spun around to exit the dark room with a bright smile across her lips, she stood still from the silhouette of an unrecognizable figure, blocking her way to escape unnoticed.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" A familiar voice taunted and for the first time in a while, Caroline felt as though she was a human child caught red-handed with her hand in the cookie jar.
live2write123: *GASP!* that's right a cliff-hanger because I can and I haven't in a while so there it is! I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoy writing it and we see a bit of Klaus's wavering annoyance and irritation towards Caroline's rebellious acts and now we're beginning to see where her true loyalties have always and possibly always have rested. But damn, all these Klaroline scenes in the series have REALLY helped me write more for my own story and I hope Caroline in the series can stop playing mind games with Klaus and get together with him already! As much as I love their cat-and-mouse-chase game they have going on, I wish we could see MORE of Caroline's true feelings towards her involvement with Klaus because we already know how much he "fancies" her and supposedly "loves" her. But maybe that's just me!
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If you are interested in whether or not I'm gonna write a new story soon, I hope to either write a new story from a different tv series or a new Klaroline story fresh out of my mind or one of the story PLOTS based off one of my favourite historical films AFTER this story is done, which I hope to combine season 4's events into this season 4's within the story and as well as my own ideas inputted :) anyway, thanks again for reading :) and until next time, see you all later! :)