25 Days of Klaroline 2017: Day 2: Endgame: It's Been Awhile

Title and idea for this drabble came from the song, It's Been Awhile by Staind.

I know a lot of the time when a writer posts about a song, many of us don't listen to it. I highly suggest heading over to YouTube and listening to the song before reading this story, even if you already know the song. It will really help to put you in the mind set I have for Klaus in this story. Seriously! It's like 3 minutes long and so, so good!


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"It's been awhile
Since I could
Hold my head up high…

And it's been awhile
Since I could stand
On my own two feet again…"

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Footsteps echoed through the dark alley and down to a thick, wooden door hidden at the end of a stone staircase. Caroline, having been warned of the speak-easy type qualities of the place, used the tip of her fang to pierce her thumb, drawing a single bead of blood to smear across the door. The moment her vampire blood soaked into the wood, the heavy door clicked open, allowing her to enter. Her lip curled in disgust as she slowly walked through the entryway of the dark, seedy bar. Holding her head high like a regal Queen, she entered the establishment. It helped her confidence to know that her small entourage of a handful of witches and vampires were following her into the room, especially after discovering the spectacle happening within.

The smell of fresh blood was thick with the poorly ventilated stone walls of the underground room. What she could only assume to be newly turned vampires, by their messy and downright disgusting feeding habits, were feasting on whimpering humans throughout the room. They were everywhere, across the bar top, the tables, on the floor and against the walls. But the biggest show of all happened to be the one person she had been searching for.

Though, the state she found him in left very little of the person she had come to know and more of the Original Hybrid that she used to fear.

Seated on an oversized chair, that had frankly seen better days, was a filthy, shirtless Klaus. His eyes in their full hybrid gold, blood dripping off nearly every visible inch of him, with two scantily clad human women draped over him as he fed from a bloody wrist.

Caroline held herself tall and rigid, but she couldn't lie to herself. Seeing him like this send a painful twinge through her chest. Though she couldn't, or wouldn't, say whether it was because of the state of their undress or the fact that he was here like this at all. This was so not how she expected to find him.

From everything that she had heard from Kol and Rebekah over the past few years, Klaus had changed. He had found his inner humanity, had grown into a better man and a wonderful Father. The complete absence of that elusive man they had spoken of turned the twinge of pain into a spark of anger as he finally noticed her standing there with her toe tapping against the sticky floor. If he was surprised to see her she couldn't tell, but then again, he was always good at hiding things like that when he wanted to.

Seeing her standing there before him so unexpectedly, Klaus struggled to maintain his air of aloofness as the wrist of one of the humans fell from his grasp, "Caroline! What a pleasant surprise. Join us for a drink Love?" He smirked, having gained the reaction he knew such an offer would pull from her when he held out a proffered wrist.

Caroline scoffed, her distaste clearly written on her face as she curled her lip sarcastically, "Thanks but I think I'll pass. By the looks of this place I'd be lucky to find a place clean enough to set my purse on, let alone drink from."

"Ah," Klaus teased, "but I seem to recall a time when the cleanliness of such things bothered you very little."

"Yeah and you were right in the thick of things then too. Causing me all kinds of grief." Caroline reprimanded before glancing away from him when she noticed a nervous Roman inching his way to her. "What is it?" She asked, waving the boy over under the watchful glare of Klaus.

The young boy's eyes flicked between the ominous form of the Hybrid and Caroline as he whispered, "The witches…they are getting antsy."

Caroline held back the urge to roll her eyes, shooting a menacing glare towards the group of witches standing anxiously off to the side, "Yeah well, let them know it will only be a few more minutes and then you all can clean house."With a nod he scrambled away bringing a soft giggle to Caroline's lip as she brushed her hair over her shoulder and faced Klaus once more, happy to find that while she had been talking with Roman he had dismissed the two human women from his lap, leaving them to stand at the back of his chair forgotten.

Klaus stood from his chair, not bothering with his shirt which was ripped beyond repair. His grey eyes glittering with mischief as he walked towards her, "I see you've gained some minions of your own in our lengthy time apart Love. A word of advice if I may, you might want to consider find a few new ones. That young buck there seems a bit too skittish to be of any use."

"That young buck isn't my minion and he's normally not like that." She defended before muttering, "Though under the circumstances, I can't say I blame him." Before he could question her, or her meaning, Caroline clapped her hands together, "Okay! Chop-chop Klaus. No time to waste. We've got people to see and things to do. But first, ew." She pulled a face as she looked him up and down, "You need to get cleaned up because all this," she waved a hand in his direction indicating all the bodily fluids that she so did not want to even think about, "needs to go. This whole, I'm-wounded-and-sad-so-I'll-kill-fuck-and-maim-everything look is totally not working for you."

Klaus didn't know whether to laugh at her comical expression or snap at her impertinence. The twittering witches off to the side chose for him, bringing a snarl to his lips that they assumed he could be ordered about, "You dare to come here, into my establishment and order me at your bidding?"

"Um, duh." She tilted her head with mock sweetness, "Isn't that how this has always worked?" Sighing when she saw he wasn't relenting, "I get that you are having personal issues, but can we just skip the whole you yell at me, I yell at you, then you get all huffy and I win in the end anyways crap? It's time to clean up and sober up Klaus."

Her tone and demands bristled at his nerves, reminding him of all the things he was trying to forget. Of just why he had spiraled into the shell of a man he had become, "And just why do I need to clean up when I'm having a perfectly fine time here?"

"I can give you a list if you'd like." She answered pertly, lifting her fingers one at a time, "You smell. You look like a beggar." Pausing in her counting for a moment, she waved her two fingers in a circle, "You think you look all intimidating with all this mess but that's all you put off, a mess. Your family. Your daughter." She narrowed her eyes coldly, "Shall I go on? What was it you once said to me while you were wearing a Tyler-suit? You have a beautiful future ahead of you?"

"Says the woman who has spent the last decade with her daughters as well as mine. I have nothing left." Klaus spat, his chest heaving at all the reminders he had long shoved to the darkest corners of his mind.

"Yes, I have. And if you wouldn't have gone all Machiavellian and underground you would have seen her grow up over the past decade."

"Really?" He scoffed harshly, tossing over his shoulder as he stomped to his chair, "How's that when I can't be within the same city as her, let alone the same state?"

"Just like Rebekah and Kol have," Caroline fired back, following after him, "through that lovely little thing called technology. Facetime you ass." She smirked down at him, her hands on her hips like a towering Queen. "And maybe if you were less like a nasty street-rat and more your normally hygienic self, your daughter might actually recognize you when she sees you."

Klaus felt a strange pulling inside him, his eyes widened, and he snapped, springing to his feet he cornered Caroline, yelling in her face, "You dare to bring her here! Knowing what could happen if you did?!"

"What? No!" Her eyes widened as he backed her against a dirty stone wall, subtly waving away the witches and Roman who were moving to her assistance.

"I can feel it Caroline." He snarled slamming his hand against the wall next her head, sending a cloud of dust over her, "At first I thought it was you and what you reminded me of, but it's not. It's the pull from the monster that lives caged within me. That seething parasite that wants nothing more than to join herself back together again and destroy all that I hold dear."

"Oh, right." Her fear and anger deflated once she caught up to his concern, telling him softly, "It's not Hope, it's your siblings." Narrowing her eyes at him when his eyes flashed and he growled, she pushed off the wall, turning the tables on him as she backed him up, "Now don't you get all hybridy with me! I have them all safely daggered and stowed away until we get there."

Klaus stopped when the back of his legs hit his chair, sneering at her viciously, "As you are standing here before me, I can rightly assume you were not the one to dagger them. Who was the unlucky fellow to die daggering my siblings? One of your many suitors perhaps? One who didn't toe the line as required? Or perhaps it was one who was in love with another, we all know how those are your type."

"Please, unlike you I don't kill unless I have to. They were all daggered willingly and by magic just to be safe." She rolled her eyes, not falling for his bait, knowing he was just lashing out, but tossed out a barb of her own, "With a thousand years of fighting you off, I couldn't risk them having a knee jerk reaction when it came to the daggers and attacking..." She stumbled over the names she didn't want to say, clearing her throat she tossed her arms out to the side, "Can we just go now?"

Klaus fell into his chair, lazily flinging his leg over the arm rest as he snatched one of the dazed humans to his lap, "I don't think I will. As you can see, I am currently occupied. And as much as I enjoy our little banter," He slowly titled the woman's neck, lowering his face to it, "this endeavor is one I can really sink my teeth into." Keeping his eyes on her, he plunged his fangs into the faceless woman's neck. His jaw clenching to hold back the instinctive flinch and need to pull back as Caroline winced at his actions.

"Fine, whatever. Act like a child for all I care." Caroline bit out, spinning on her heels and marching to the door, waving her hand for her entourage to fall in line behind her. With a withering glare over her shoulder she spat, "I'll be sure to tell your daughter just how much you cared to be free and to finally see her again."

In an instant Klaus shoved the woman from his lap, flashing to stand menacingly in the doorway to block Caroline's departure, "There isn't a way Caroline. I will not have you feeding her false hop…falsehoods of things that will never be."

"But what if there is?" She closed in on him, pleading with him and that small spark of hope in his eyes she had saw as his voice broke, "Can you really just let the chance go? Let me walk away without ever knowing whether what I know will work or not? To finally be free? To see the world again instead of cowering in this hovel? To see your siblings again? To see your daughter again? To see what an amazing young woman she has become."

Her pleading blue eyes, filled with promise and hope of a different future than the one currently laid out for him left him sagging. Slowly he lifted his hand to touch her face, only to stop mere inches from her skin at the ghastly sight of his dirty fingertips, "If she's become anything as grand as you say, it's because she had you there to guide her."

Klaus sighed as his arm fell limply to his side, seeing him beginning to crack Caroline placed her hand gently to the side of his face, tenderly whispering, "Come on Klaus, what do you have to lose? Either this will work, or it won't. But if you come with me, at least you can say you tried instead of just sinking further down into your blame-the-whole-world, blood soaked and frankly pathetic self you've let yourself become."

With the soft grin and delicate curve of her eyebrow, Klaus felt the familiar pulling's of distractions-past. Remembering all too well the utter confidence this vibrant woman held once she knew her ways were working on him, and the lengths she would go to ensure it, Klaus did something he had vowed he would never allow to happen.

He gave in.

He gave in to the small spark of the possibility of actually living again. Of seeing those he had once thought he never would again.

Seeing his capitulation, Caroline smiled at him before turning to give the orders to Roman and the witches to clean up the mess and meet them at the warehouse in two hours. As she fell in step beside Klaus, taking in his ragged appearance she smirked cheekily, tossing over her shoulder, "Better make that three."

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"It's been awhile
Since I could
Look at myself straight…"

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The steam billowed around him as Klaus opened the glass door of the shower, stepping onto the plush mat as he pulled a towel off the warming rack. The softness of the mat on his feet and the towel against his skin were luxuries he had little afforded himself over the past decade.

He remembered little of the drive here, or Caroline escorting him to his set of rooms in the massive manor house she had rented. Drugs had very little effects on vampires, but when consumed through human blood at the mass quantities he had been ingesting them over the years, their addictive and sedative qualities had lasting results. As the steam around him thinned, so did the self-medicated fog he had placed his mind in.

A decade.

So lost in drug soaked blood, alcohol and meaningless sex that he had had no inkling of its passing.

Wiping the fog off the mirror was like wiping away the last of the grime that he washed off in the shower, seeing himself clearly for the first time in so long.

He hardly recognized himself.

Gone was the man who sacrificed his life for his family. Gone was the man who had grown as a person for the first time in over a thousand years. Gone was the perpetual flirt, the swindler, the master of all, the smooth talker and the one who was always one step ahead.

Instead, staring back at him was a man he knew very little of. A man so lost he didn't know how to face himself or the chance of what was to come.

Mechanically he plied the razor to his face, vaguely wincing at the sight he must have been to Caroline, as his mind wandered.

The first two years after being separated from his family he had tried. Tried to be good, tried to be the sort of man his daughter could be proud of. But eventually it all got to be too much for him to bear. The loneliness, the random phone calls, the pictures of his daughter that he refused to open. To see her grow without him by her side.

His fall from grace had happened by accident, or by design if you asked some. He had stumbled upon a rather seedy establish, much like the one Caroline had found him in, and that had been that. He had rarely frequented those sort of places, only the sporadic adventure with Kol back in the late 1700's when the two of them ran wild, causing quite the stir across Europe and a mess for Elijah to clean up.

He had quickly discovered that the drug-laced blood of now was so much more potent than that of days past. Their euphoric, mind-numbing qualities causing him to spiral rapidly down the rabbit hole to the point of no return.

Until now. Until Caroline.

His hands trembled with the tremors of an addict as he rinsed his face and left the washroom. As he stepped into the connecting bedroom the scent of blood wafted through his senses. Following the scent to the bedside table he couldn't help but marvel at Caroline's forethought. How she knew that pure and fresh blood was the key to him shaking off the last of his withdrawals, he didn't care to know. He could only be thankful that someone as pure as she would help him in his time of need.

As he dropped the towel and began to dress, he found his body feeling more like itself once again. Spying a full length mirror off to the side, Klaus went to it to check over his appearance, hoping to see the man he once was but instead finding himself lost within his reflection. While his body was quickly healing, his mind was still lost among the fog.

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"…It's been awhile
Since I've gone and
Fucked things up
Just like I always do
And it's been awhile
But all that shit
Seems to disappear
When I'm with you…"

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Caroline paced in the living room of the manor under her daughters' watchful eyes.

"Mom? Hello! We've been talking to you for twenty minutes without a response. Will you just sit down already?" Lizzie huffed as she flung herself back in her seat on the sofa.

"Seriously!" Josie exclaimed, throwing her hands up, "You're making me dizzy."

Caroline grimaced as she paused in her frantic pacing, wringing her hands together as she glanced between her daughters, "He's been in there almost two and a half hours. Do you think I should go check on him?"

The clearing of a male throat drew their attention to the doorway, "There's no need for that."

"Klaus." Caroline whispered, her voice and body showing her relief as the tension that had built up drained from her.

Caroline's soft smile at his entrance held him captive until he found two curious faces peering at him from over the back of the sofa as they whispered to each other.

"So that's Hope's Dad. The infamous Original Hybrid." The blonde one whispered with a tilt of her head like she was attempting to decide if his title suited him or not.

"So that's Mom's friend we went looking for in New Orleans when we were little." The brunette giggled quietly, her statement and the stress of the word friend causing Klaus's eyebrows to shoot up his forehead.

He turned to study Caroline's reaction, her cheeks holding an intriguing blush as she nervously began talking over the girls, "Okay that's enough. You two are far too old to be acting like this."

"Don't stop on my account ladies, I'm quite interested in hearing of your trip to New Orleans." Klaus smiled genuinely for the first time in far too long at the sounds of the girls' laughter.

The younger blonde stood from the sofa with all the grace and airs of a diplomat as she made her way to him holding out her hand, "I'm sure our Mom would rather tell the story herself. I'm Elizabeth Saltzman. But most people call me Lizzie."

Klaus gently took her hand, bowing slightly over it as he smiled, "Pleasure to meet you Sweetheart. Niklaus Mikaelson, people call me Klaus."

Her sister appeared beside her, acting a bit more shy now that they were face to face. Klaus held his hand out for her to take, "And you are?"

"Josie." She replied softly, chewing on her lower lip much like her Mother did when nervous.

"Charmed, Sweetheart."

"Yeah, yeah." Caroline rolled her eyes at how thick Klaus was laying it on for her daughters. "We're all so charmed to meet each other, but I believe we have other things that we need to be doing right about now."

"Are you jealous Love? I apologize that our first introduction did not go as smoothly as the one between your daughters and I."

"Do we really want to get into just how that first introduction went?" Caroline sassed.

"Oh, I know! I know!" Lizzie giggled, "That was when he was going to sacrifice you to break his curse."

"No stupid." Josie rolled her eyes, "They hadn't met then. The first time they met was when he had them all locked in the high school on prank night, when he turned Mom's old boyfriend or whatever."

Klaus had the courtesy to look down sheepishly while Caroline gasped at the girls in appall. "How do you two know any of that?"

Klaus watched on as the two girls shifted closer to each other under their Mother's formative glare as Lizzie, who he was coming to find was the more outspoken of the two, explained, "Well, um, we…Hope, Josie and me, we were just curious. I mean you talk about him, but you don't, you know, talk about him. So we asked Auntie Bekah about it during one of our weekly FaceTime chats."

Klaus was caught between wanting to groan at what his sister had possibly told the three girls and the feeling the shock at the title Lizzie had bestowed upon his sister.

Caroline for her part was rubbing her hand over her forehead, muttering nonsense under her breath, "Of course she did. Ugh. When I…" Snapping her head towards the small group, as if realizing she was not alone, she shook herself clear of such thoughts, vowing to herself to deal with Rebekah later, "Okay, enough of all that. It's time to go. Girls, are you sure you have everything you need to see this through?"

"Yes Mom." The girls' parroted.

Clapping her hands, "Right then. Let's get this show on the road." Caroline turned with a smile to Klaus, "There's a lot of people waiting to see you."

Klaus, embarrassingly, jumped back as if he had been burnt with a look of pure panic and dread upon his suddenly ashen face.

With the girls gathering their things, they both failed to notice Klaus's out of character reaction, to which Caroline smoothly tried to cover, "Girls, can you give us a few minutes? We'll meet you in the car."

"Sure Mom." Josie said elbowing Lizzie who started snickering beside her, both assuming the two adults wanted a moment alone for a very different reason.

Calming herself, Lizzie added trying to mask the remaining laughter in her voice, "Not a problem Mom. It will be easier to place the spell on him in the car anyways. That way we can get help carrying him in the warehouse instead of us hauling him from here to the car."

Her words brought out his paranoia, as he asked with suspicion, "What spell?"

"Nothing to worry about Klaus." Josie answered him softly with a graceful smile, "It's sort of like a stasis spell. We can't use the daggers on you like we could your siblings, so we had to improvise."

"Yeah." Lizzie joined in excitedly, "We made these super cool shackles that will go on your wrists, but don't worry, it won't hurt. At least that's what Hope said. She said it just makes it were you can't move but you can still see and hear everything going on. It only lasts until we take them off."

Seeing the well-known strongest and deadliest vampire alive gulp at the name of his daughter gave the twins pause, making them realized maybe their Mom wanted time alone with him for something other than reconnecting after all these years. Offering him reassuring smiles, they quickly took their leave, giving the two adults the privacy they needed.

The moment the front door closed Caroline flashed to Klaus, placing her hands on both sides of his face, "Klaus. Hey, look at me." She smiled sympathetically as his wide grey eyes stared into hers, "It's going to be okay. This is going to work. I know it. I wouldn't let my girls do this spell if I wasn't a hundred percent sure of it, right?" Mechanically he nodded his head in agreement, "Right. Just think, soon you'll be able to see your family again."

Under any other circumstance, her beaming smile would have warmed his icy core. "What if she hates me?" He stiltedly whispered before gulping down harshly after the words escaped his mouth.

"What?"

"H…Hope." Klaus exhaled shakily, saying her name for the first time in years, "What if she hates what I've become? What I've done. What if she hates me for leaving her after I promised to never do so again?"

"Klaus Mikaelson you listen to me and listen to me good." Caroline ordered firmly, "I've had the immense pleasure of watching that girl grow up. I know her as well as I do my own two girls. And I can tell you beyond a shadow of a doubt that Hope could never hate you. She loves you. So much."

"But I…"

"No. But nothing." Caroline firmly cut him off, "No more of this pity-party-hybrid-fest. You're better than this, you might not remember that right now, but I do." Seeing he was not fully convinced, she attempted a different approach, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes." The answer flew from his lips so fast it stunned them both.

"Good…" Caroline took a steading breath before continuing gently, "Then trust me when I say that none of that matters. All your fears and insecurities mean nothing to your little girl. She just wants you, scars and all."

Klaus sighed, sagging against her and placing his forehead to hers, "How is it you can still charm me even at my lowest point?"

Caroline shrugged her shoulders, staring into his eyes, "How soon you forget, I'm a people person Klaus. Besides, I've had years of practice dealing with three teenage girls on top of all the other hormonal and magically enhanced kids and teens at the school."

The reality of having her within his arms sank in, filling him with the suave, flirtatious part of himself he had long thought lost. Klaus lick his lips as he hummed, "Yes, your years of such experience could be quite helpful for me in the coming days, if not months. Perhaps there is a way I could persuade you to stick around for a while?"

The air around them changed, charging with a thick yet welcomed tension. Caroline ran her fingers over the scruff of his cheeks and through the hair at the base of his neck, tilting her head with a cheeky grin, "I'm sure we could think of something. You did say you had to thank me in person after all."

Klaus grinned at the reminder of his letter, "So I did." His gaze traveled to her lips, it had been so long ago since he last felt them move against his own, but he could still remember just the way she tastes. His heart hammered within his chest, echoing the sounds of hers as he leaned in slowly as if testing to see if his advances would be welcome or met with anger.

Caroline rose up on her toes, knowing they didn't have much time but needing to feel his lips against hers. They groaned lowly at the first touch of their tongues, hands racing over the other's hair and backs before pulling away with labored breath.

Klaus tilted his head down, smirking as he gazed at her from beneath his long lashes with heated eyes, "I think I shall enjoy this form of persuasion."

Caroline rolled her eyes, pushing his chest with a humorous scoff, "Okay big guy, slow your roll. Let's go see this through first, alright?"

Klaus inhaled deeply as he took her offered hand, allowing her to lead him to the car where her daughters waited. Where he would be placed under a spell that would hopefully keep the monster caged inside of him at bay. Where he would be taken to his siblings in the hopes that they would finally be freed of said monster. Where if all went according to plan, he would be reunited with his daughter.

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"It's been awhile
Since I could
Hold my head up high
And it's been awhile
Since I said, "I'm sorry"

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Klaus stood off to the side with Elijah, watching as his siblings, along with Caroline and her daughters, enjoying the sounds of their chatter and laughter when Rebekah smiled and excitedly announced, "They're here."

Lizzie and Josie quickly left the room, nearly running to the front of the manor Caroline had rented.

"What a wonderful welcome! And I don't even have presents this time." Marcel's booming laughter echoed from the front hall as Klaus stood frozen. His son's smiling face filled his visage as he entered the room, swiftly crossing to embrace him, "It's been too long."

Klaus could do little more than smile as the giggling twins quickly returned to the room, taking their seats on a sofa once again. His eyes stayed riveted on the doorway, holding his breath as the young vampire, Roman, escorted a beautiful sandy haired, blue eyes young woman in. Klaus felt his breath hitch as he stared into her eyes, eyes so much like his own. And then she spoke, her voice filled with so much emotion and elation that he felt his eyes well up with tears.

"Daddy?"

He felt a soft hand rest upon his arm, glancing down to see Caroline smiling with a tear-filled grin. Her touch grounded him, bring air back into his lungs, giving him the strength to take a step away from her and towards the daughter he never thought to see again. His voice trembling with relief and joy as he uttered her name.

"Hope."

And then she was flying across the room and into his long awaiting arms. Klaus was unmindful of the others, he cared not that the tears he had held at bay began to trickle over his lashes and down his cheeks. Keeping her close he pulled back, cupping her face with trembling hands, clearing his throat to speak the words he burned to say.

"I'm so sorry."

She smiled with a slight shake of her head, "Don't be Daddy. Don't."

He shoved down the need to argue, to apologize for so many years missed, for so many mistakes, instead he simply said, "I love you Hope. I missed you more than I could ever tell."

Her laugh was filled with happiness as she threw her arms around him, "I love you too Daddy."

As the night wound down the group began to disburse into small groups scattered around the massive living room all the while staying within sight of each other. Klaus sat alone on a small sofa, sipping a bourbon peacefully when a shadow crossed before him.

"Is this seat taken?" A softly grinning Caroline motioned her tumbler towards the empty space beside him.

"You know I'll always have room for you Love." He spoken gently.

His smile matched hers as she sat close beside him and whispered, "Good." into his ear, placing a soft kiss to his cheek before nudging his arm up and settling against him as he wrapped it around her shoulders.

Klaus felt a contentment he had never felt within all the years he had roamed the Earth as he sat cuddled upon the sofa with the woman he hoped to entice to stick around for many, many years to come. Watching his family and hers, joined together under the same roof for the first time as they all engaged in various states of conversation and laughter.

Though his eyes narrowed at the new face, the young male vampire who had accompanied Caroline to dig him out of his deep, dark hole. The one who seemed to be in the background of every step of this entire endeavor. The one who was now seated close to his daughter and rarely left her side. A growl resonated lowly within his chest, the one who was constantly staring at her as if she held the sun, moon and stars.

Klaus turned his head away from the scene before him as he felt a light pressure upon his knee, glancing at Caroline questioningly.

Leaning in closer she whispered low enough so that only he could hear, even with all the advanced hearing within the room, "Calm down. He's good for her, just as she is for him. They've been through and seen each other through a lot. Don't start rocking the boat on day one."

"I wasn't planning on it."

The innocent look upon his face didn't fool her one bit, "I'm serious Klaus."

"As am I Love." He smiled, pulling her in close and resting his chin on top of her head with a smirk as he glared at the boy once again thinking, she said nothing of day two.

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So there it is! My thoughts on how the end of The Originals could be. It's probably not what you expected, I know it's not what I intended to write, but I heard that song on the radio the other day and this is what my mind went with. Seriously, listen to the song if you haven't, it really will help with the "Klaus feels" for this one.

Hope you enjoyed! See you all again for Day 4…smut day ;)