I know it has been a long time. I've let my fears get in my way and cloud my inspiration. Letting you all down, and even more so, letting myself down. I finally bit the bullet and asked for prompts on tumblr to help ease me back into the swing or writing and all things Klaroline. Here are the first two that I finished. I have another done as well, and it is posted on my tumblr but I still need to format it for this site. So look for that one to be added tomorrow in it's own chapter.
PROMPT: Caroline: "So I've got good news and bad news." Klaus: "Well, what is the good news?" Caroline: "I will never do it again!"
All Things Mikaelson.
Caroline smoothed the nonexistent wrinkles off her knee length blue dress hoping her clammy hands didn't leave behind any watermarks. The blue brought out the darker shades in her eyes and was one of Klaus's favorite color on her, coming in at a close second to- as he liked to say- the flushing hue he brought out of her well satisfied body. Which is why she had chosen it.
After leaving Kol- who had flashed off faster than she could blink to get a head start in the opposite direction than his brother- she scaled up the wall of her apartment building and ducked in the open terrace window. Her blood soaked and tattered clothes went straight into the garbage. Cringing as she passed the mirror in her bathroom at the healing wounds that covered her body and her ratty hair filled with twigs, leaves and bloody globs of things she'd rather not think about. She hurried through a thorough cleaning and primping to make herself look her best.
She'd need every advantage she could get.
Chewing on her tongue in an effort to steel her nerves, and not bite her lip and ruin her lipstick, she stared at the front door to the Mikaelson home wondering why Klaus hadn't opened the door even though she hadn't knocked yet. He always had this sixth sense about when she was around him, leaving it difficult for her to surprise him. Either he was anticipating their date for the evening and wanted to draw out the anticipation or the more dreaded idea, he had somehow found out about what she and Kol had gotten into, against his expressed wishes, and was livid with her and just drawing out her agony.
Sucking in a deep breath she quickly rapped on the door before she let her nerves guide her and took off after Kol in hopes that Klaus would take it out on him before turning to her. She hated herself for even thinking such a thing.
She heard his overly measured steps as he made his way to the door, wracking her nerves up even higher. The slow heavy steps gave away nothing of who would greet her once the door opened. Would he be the Hybrid of Mystic Falls? Luring her in with a false sense of security, ready to lash out at a moments notice? Or would he be the man she had come to know here in New Orleans? The man who was still that same Hybrid and yet so much more to her. Lover, confidant, friend. Boyfriend? They had yet to decide on a title for their relationship. He liked to call her, Mine. She sometimes liked to call him, domineering jack-ass but also felt Mine was an excellent choice.
With her mind now wandering down the familiar path of just what they were to each other and how to explain it to others, she missed the instant the door handle turned and the door opened.
His reverent inhale drew her attention back to the moment at hand.
"You look exquisite, Caroline."
They way he all but worshiped her name, no matter how many times he said it, still had the power to send shivers down her spine.
Lover, confidant, boyfriend-type it was then, she thought with a genuine smile before reality slammed home and she had to force the smile to stay in place. This won't last for long.
Klaus frowned, as always, picking up on her changes of mood before she could try and hide them. He motioned her into the house, his eyes and senses scanning the area for an impending threat before deeming it safe and closing the door behind them.
"You wouldn't be cancelling our plans for the evening, would you? I know Miss Bennett is in town, but it was you who explained the importance of couples having a date night. If I recalled correctly it was my newest canvas you took over and turned into a full out color-coded diagram."
She chuckled at the memory and how they had promised to always leave all the outside drama at the door and spend one night a week focusing on just each other. She caught the guarded heat in his eyes as they both remembered just how that promise was made- naked and covered in paint, "And I seem to recall that canvas mysteriously disappeared afterwards. Although," she tapped her chin with a hint of a smirk, "I think I might have caught sight of it hidden in your personal All-Things-Caroline shrine you think I don't know about."
The blush that stole over his cheeks warmed her heart. Though she hated that guarded look in his eyes, as if he was trying to hold his emotions in check, in fear of her canceling their plans. Always still fearfully that she would wise up and leave him. His words, not her own.
Smiling softly, she shook her head, "I'm not cancelling. Not even thinking about it." She cringed slightly even as his breath left him is a relieved rush. He might want to cancel though, once he found out what she had been up to earlier.
Klaus narrowed his eyes, folding his arms across his chest, his voice tight with suspicion, "Then what has you looking as if you might flee at a moments notice. Even more curious, you're dressed as if we have a night on the town ahead of us when I clearly recall we chose to stay in this evening for a quiet dinner and a movie in bed. Something tells me you won't be comfortable wearing such an adorable outfit while cuddled in said bed so that only leaves the option that you are trying to butter me up."
Her lips curved into her most dazzling smile as she fluttered her lashes, "Is it working?"
"Caroline."
His growl of her name brought shivers of a different sort as it spoke of his irritation and waning patience with her.
"Okay. Okay." Caroline sighed deflated, "So I've got good news and bad news."
Having the sinking feeling their night was going to end in shambles after he heard what she had to say, he opted to try her optimistic approach in lieu of his typical rage first and ask questions later, "Well, what is the good news?"
"I will never do it again!" Caroline announced with a firm nod of her head.
Klaus blinked, then blinked again. His mind drawing a blank at what she could possibly mean before catching onto the fact that if this was all she had for good news he almost dreaded what the bad news would be.
Gritting his teeth and keeping his arms firmly folded and locked against his chest to keep himself from doing anything rash, like breaking every item in the room around them. He would never hurt her, but many a priceless knick-knack had fallen victim in her place, he snarled, "The bad news?"
She nibbled her lower lip with her teeth, her body swaying like a willow tree in the breeze as she ambled back and forth in front of him, her eyes flitting from his face to the floor, back to his face and down to her twisting hands as she spoke.
All of it signs that what she had to say would push him to his limits.
"So, I met with Kol for brunch today. And, well, lunch turned into drinks which turned into more drinks. And you know how Kol and I get, we play some darts, we play some pool and then we have our little vent-sessions about All-Things-Mikaelson."
Klaus kept his jaw clenched shut, offering her no more than a sharp nod of his head.
In the beginning of their relationship he had hated how his younger brother would whisk his girl away, calming Caroline as his very bestest friend ever. Bloody fights had ensued until Caroline too claimed Kol as her, the thought still made Klaus want to gag, bestest friend ever. Explaining to him how Kol was her safe place to vent about all things Mikaelson as she was to him. That had only sent him into a red haze of rage, feeling he was not enough for her until she had drug him upstairs and into his room to show him just how good he was for her. In the peaceful lull of the aftermath of their passions she drew nonsensical patterns on his chest as she explained softly.
"Rebekah is still too competitive with me when it comes to you for her and I to really be friends. I don't know anyone else here Klaus, and Bonnie is the only friend I have left, that talks to me anyways. But she's not here. And Kol, in his own weird way, wants me as a friend. He listens to me and doesn't judge me for anything! In fact, he has always, even when he bad mouths you, encouraged me to make things work between you and I. He says even though you're still a world class asshole, I make you less of tyrant."
His lip had pouted against his control, his voice showing enough of his insecurities making him cringe, "I though I was your friend."
Her soft understanding smile had soothed his upset in an instant, "You are so much more than my friend Klaus. But still, you have people, Elijah, Marcel and even Josh, though you don't like to admit that last one. Kol and I, we don't have anyone else. Plus, haven't you seen how…tamer, for lack of a better term, Kol has been since we've been hanging out? He's able to talk to me without worry of my looking down on him or trying to corral him like you and Elijah like to do. Besides, if you and I are going to have any chance of making this relationship healthy and work, I need at least one of your siblings to like me enough to stand up for me against the others."
That had been the first time she acknowledged they were more than just friends-with-benefits. The first she had claimed them to be in a real relationship. Just the thought of the agonizingly slow love they had made after still had the power to drop him to his knees.
But not this time. In the split second he had reminisced after nodding his head, he maintained control of himself, much to Caroline's blatant disappointment.
Sighing she continued, "Yeah, so, um, we got to drunk-venting earlier than usual. Me snapping about how you won't just let me prove myself to certain local factions who seem to always want to use me as your own person bait. Kol slurring and raving how if I could take you on then I could take on anyone, with him at my side of course." Caroline wisely left out the part when Kol had deemed himself to be the strongest Mikaelson as she watched Klaus piece things together. His face going from red to pale, angry to fearful as his eyes skated over her body in search of injuries long since healed.
"You. You. You."
Oh shit. Caroline's eyes widened. Klaus only stuttered like that, his chest heaving and his golden eyes flickering in and out when he was really and truly pissed off.
Whatever he found on her face must have assured him of her actions before he bellowed so loudly the crystals of the chandelier overhead shook.
"You went after the werewolf faction set to destroy me though you?!"
She at least had the decency to look to the floor sheepishly before giving him a shaky smile, "Good thing I had your blood just this morning." Her eyelids lowered right along with her voice, hoping and failing to entice him, "Nothing like a little blood sharing between lovers, right?"
His body vibrated with so much rage she was surprised he didn't drill a hole straight through the floor, "You could have been killed!"
"But I wasn't!" All the reasons she went after the stupid asshats who thought to use her in the first place came rushing back, "They wouldn't keep coming after me if you would have just let me prove myself! Prove to them and everyone who thinks to use me against you that I am not some dainty little flower, some damsel in distress for them to kidnap and torture to get to you! I've told you I wasn't going to be used like that ever again! That I would do what I had to do to prove it. And guess what Sherlock, it worked! I had them running faster than a newborn vampire smelling its first scent of fresh blood!"
"Did you ever think for a moment that it wasn't that I didn't know you could handle yourself? That it was only because I wanted to be the one to take you? That I craved to go headlong into the battlefield with you, side by side?! That I had been watching and waiting for the opportune moment when our attack would hit them the hardest?!"
Tears pooled in her eyes, her shaking hand covering her quivering lips and trembling voice, "Oh my God. I'm so sorry.", draining his anger with her instantly.
Flashing in front of her he took her hand away from her face, brushing the back of his fingers across the smooth skin and wiping away her tears as he spoke softly.
"I understand more than any other your need to prove yourself to everyone. To yourself, to me. I'm upset with you yes Caroline, but not angry. I'm disappointed to have missed seeing you in action, going against our enemies together, but I'm sure there will be plenty of battles to come." He smiled as she laughed softly in agreement. Pulling her in close he pressed his lips to her forehead, the what-if's clamoring for his attention, "My biggest fear is losing you. You could have been captured and I wouldn't have known, you could have been killed and I wouldn't have been there to stop it."
Her arms tightened around him, regret pouring through her before Klaus spoke again, this time harsher, his heated breath mussing the hair on top of her head.
"You survived, to which I am utterly thankful for. Kol on the other hand will not fare as well."
Nothing but a burst of air announced his departure, leaving Caroline standing in shock with her arms open as if holding him still.
"Oh shit!" She exclaimed as she whooshed to her purse on the entry table, her phone in her hands and to her ear in a flash as she rushed to her car, knowing it would be the fastest way to catch up to Klaus and where he was undoubtedly heading, "Bonnie!" Her voice was frantic as her friend answered the phone and she peeled out of the driveway, "You better put a barrier in the hotel room now! Klaus is on his way."
A scrambling could be heard through the line before Caroline hung up, knowing her message was received, so she could concentrate on maneuvering the winding streets towards the hotel without accidentally hitting anyone or anything in her way.
Vaguely in the back of her mind thinking how glad she was that Bonnie had wanted her own place to stay while in town. Not only because she didn't want to even think of her two best friends going at it like rabbits but that the damage that would inevitably occur tonight would not be in her own apartment. She was so over having to replace her things because of All-Things-Mikaelson.
Fin
PROMPT: Rebekah tries to set up Klaus and Caroline.
Until Her.
Rebekah scowled at her phone reading the text for a second time not believing her luck.
Caroline: OMG! OMG! O. M. G! I just spent the most AMAZING afternoon ever with a guy I met over coffee! Hot! And I'm not talking about the coffee! ;) We have so much in common it's almost scary. He was so easy to talk to and for like the first time ever a guy actually opened up to me. And I didn't even have to pry anything out of him! Can you believe it?! We talked over coffee, we flirted over lunch, we laughed and joked as we walked through downtown and then bam! He asked me if I was free for dinner. After spending almost the entire day with me! Can't you believe this?! It's like he can't get enough of me. *sigh* eek! So anywho, I know we had plans tonight but I totally knew you'd understand after everything. The first date I'm actually excited for since way before he-who-shall-not-be-named! Well screw him! I'm actually happy for the first time in forever! I know you'll be mad at me but I also know you'll get over it soon because you love me as much as I love you! Xoxo! Time to get ready for MY DATE!
Rebekah wanted to be angry, she really did, part of her was. All her hard work! All her failed attempts! Right down the drain for some slum Caroline met over coffee. Coffee! How utterly cliché.
Caroline had moved to New Orleans six months ago and was here for almost a month before Rebekah had interviewed her for a job at her party planning company. She had taken a liking for the girl immediately. Could see that behind her false cheery exterior hid a wealth of pain the likes of which rivaled her own. But unlike some, Caroline still held a breathtaking zest for life, a will to move on and persevere.
After a few weeks of a tentative working friendship they blossomed into a full fledge BFF status. That was when they began sharing their horror stories.
Rebekah had shared with her how her youngest brother had died, which on top of the already rocky family dynamic, had sent them all spiraling into complete darkness.
That she had branched out on her own, much like her favorite brother Nik had done. Distancing herself from the family name, going as far as being known by her Mother's maiden name instead of carrying the weight the Mikaelson name brought with it and begun building a life a business for herself.
She had told Caroline how after her Father died two years ago, the family slowly began reconnecting once again. It was still rocky at the best of times, but she was happy nonetheless.
Rebekah had seriously debated about sharing with Caroline her true family name, as well as introducing her to her siblings, but the idea was quickly squashed after Caroline shared her own tale. The poor girl didn't need to have Kol pestering her and trying to get into her pants all the time, her Mother attempting to be civil only to snub the girl for being a so-called lower class then them. Elijah, well Elijah acted way too much like a Father and less like the older brother he should have, so she avoided him at all cost. And then there was Nik. Her beloved and tortured brother, had been living in Chicago drinking, doing whatever drugs and women passed in front of his glassy eyes. Until three months ago when he showed up back in New Orleans completely sober yet looking even more haunted than when he left, not that he would tell anyone why. But he stayed sober, began painting again and lived like a closeted monk so she didn't worry, too much anyways.
Besides, Rebekah wanted to continue having something of her very own, in the beginning anyways. Her own business, her own apartment, her own group of friends not handpicked for their social status by her Mother.
Caroline's story was equally if not more heartbreaking. She grew up in a small town where everyone knew everything about everyone and never let it go. Always whispering behind concealing hands and sometimes not even caring who heard them and were hurt by their words. Her Father had left her and her Mother in the dust for another man and the entire town never let them forget it. Her teen years were rough, always competing with those around her, vying for their attention and acceptance but always feeling as though she was lacking.
When Caroline had left for college she thought she could finally get away from all the loud whispers and hurtful comments. Only her Mother had fallen ill, cancer spreading quickly through her body, bringing Caroline back home to care for her dying Mother.
While there her oldest friend, Elena something or other, Rebekah couldn't remember the girl's name, was in a freak car accident with her fiancées brother, both dying on the scene. The fiancé, Stefan, the poor soul Rebekah refused to feel sorry for, discovered that his brother and Elena had been carrying on an affair and had been returning from one of their get-a-ways when the accident had occurred.
Two weeks later Caroline's Mother died. Three weeks after that Caroline latched onto Stefan in attempts to heal herself by healing him.
A month after treating her like an annoyance, Stefan slept with her while, unbeknownst to Caroline, he was drunk. He felt so guilty afterwards, Caroline had explained, guilty for feeling as though he used his friend and cheated on his dead fiancé, that he began pulling a Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde routine with her. There for her one day and then ignoring her for a week. Coming back drunk and sleeping with her to disappearing for days on end.
It had taken Caroline almost a month to tell her what had finally ended their strenuous and toxic relationship. What had drove her to sell her Mother's house and pack up and leave it all behind.
After seven months of loving someone who would never be able to love her back, because he still loved a ghost, Caroline became pregnant.
It had taken Caroline almost a month to track down Stefan and tell him the news. Her heart of hearts truly believing that the baby would finally give them something to look forward to. The baby would make Stefan-The-Tool finally wake up and start living his life, with her.
Of course, that didn't come to pass.
When she told him about the baby, he fell to his knees and pressed his face to her stomach. Caroline had told her how happy she felt in that single second. That single solitary moment before her ears caught what he was saying between his sobs.
"Oh Elena. Elena. I love you. So sorry Elena."
Caroline had left him sobbing on the floor and avoided his hundreds of apology calls over the following week.
The day she was ready to finally talk to him she was awaken by sharp pains. She lost the baby later that day. Two weeks later she had her things packed, a for sale sign in the yard and left in the dead of the night for the hotel she booked in New Orleans.
Stefan, whom Rebekah would skin alive if he ever came around, had never bothered to call Caroline after she left the hospital and left town.
When Caroline had told all this to Rebekah, it was Rebekah herself who cried and sought comfort from her friend. She vowed that day that she would do her best to make sure Caroline's present and future was filled with nothing but happiness. Always and Forever.
"The damned bitch! I can't even stay angry with her!" Rebekah huffed, leaning back in her office chair. It was only an hour away from when she and Caroline were supposed to meet for dinner.
Her eyes caught sight of the messy curls that belonged to her favorite brother as he walked by the window of her office to the backdoor of the building.
"Wonderful." She sneered. "The one time the git actually shows up!"
She had been trying for the past two months to orchestrate a meeting between Caroline and Nik. Feeling deep within her very bones that they would be the balm to the other's broken heart.
While in the past she had despised even the thought of any of her friends dating one of her brothers, she had lost many a friend to such a thing whether it was because of their broken hearts due to her brothers using them or because she had discovered that she was the one being used to get to her brothers. But with Caroline, she trusted Caroline and knew she would be the perfect match to her brother's wounded soul. That her inner light would help banish her brother's darkness, just as Nik's darkness would help alleviate Caroline's fear of accepting her own.
Nik rounded the corner, stopping to lean against the open doorway with a happy grin on his face.
Rebekah sighed in defeat, here he was actually happy to go out with her and dressed as handsome as ever and she had to go and be the one to suck it up and break their plans.
She had had it all set. Nik would take her to the fancy restaurant where Caroline would be set to meet her twenty minutes after their arrival. After food was ordered, Rebekah would then make her excuse and leave to meet her own boyfriend, Marcel, for dinner. Leaving her best friend and favorite brother alone to hopefully bond as she wished.
She couldn't very well leave her brother at the restaurant alone, so the only option would be to break their plans. Which he would no doubt cause a scene over since she had done the same to him over and over again when he ditched her matchmaking efforts, unbeknownst to him, every time.
The lightness of his voice drew her from her dull-drums.
"Sister dearest you can officially cease your matchmaking attempts for I have met an angel."
Flabbergasted, Rebekah didn't know which part of that sentence to react to first. "You knew?!"
Nik scoffed, "You weren't very subtle nor very sneaky Bekah."
Her eyes narrowed, "Marcel told you."
Nik simply shrugged his shoulders.
"Ugh. I'll kill him!"
"Don't be too hard on him. He held his tongue quite well. I was highly impressed. It was only after a few polite threats from me that he finally caved, only telling me that you had been trying to set me up with some friend of yours."
"Polite. Sure." She snapped sarcastically.
With her plans dashed and out in the open, she sank back in her chair with a pout before really looking him over. He looked happy, genuinely happy for the first time in forever. Enough that it made her admit defeat as her curiosity over this mysterious angel grew.
"So, who is she?"
"Oh no, I'm keeping this one close to the vest. I won't have you scaring her off before I've secured her as my own."
She knew she deserved that but still, she needed something, especially with how smitten he seemed, "How long have you known this angel?"
Nik sighed with a boyish grin that she hadn't seen on his face since before their brother had died, "Only just today. She was the only other person in the small coffee shop I frequent, and something pulled me, drew me to her. She's beautiful and so full of light and life despite all the terrible things she has suffered." Nik's face grew pensive as if it hurt him personally to even think of whatever this girl had gone through. His face quickly changed as he chuckled deeply, "Perhaps it's because of all she has endured that causes her to be as bright as an angel from heaven." Huffing bashfully at how poetic he was being he shrugged, "We spent the day together. I was able to talk to her Rebekah, really talk to her unlike anyone I've ever known. I told her things I haven't told a single soul, things I'm ashamed of, things I have failed time and time again to even tell you. And yet she didn't judge, didn't look at me with pity in her eyes. It's the strangest thing," He mused, "I've always scoffed at how easily you've fallen in love, giving your heart away only to have it smashed to pieces later. But I believe I understand now. I'd rather have her for a short time than never have her at all."
Rebekah felt her mouth dry up as she struggled to tame her racing heart and hold back the tears from her eyes, "Love?"
She watched him tense, a deeply ingrained defense when it came to speaking of his emotions, "Yeah, well." He cleared his throat and she watches in amazement as he dropped his shields, letting his excitement flood his face once more and his body relax as if this angel he met did not deserve to be even thought of or spoken of with his typical walls and shields in place.
Amazing. Rebekah thought.
"Maybe Bekah, maybe." He uttered softly. "So, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to meet my sweet angel for dinner and a stroll along the pier. Feel free to cancel our dinner reservations and skip ahead to your plans with Marcel. You'll have to find another sap to entertain your friend with."
Rebekah sat in stunned silence as Nik's steps faded away. Her mind replaying every second of Nik's visit before her thoughts wandered to the text she had received from Caroline just an hour before. Her eyes widened at the possibility. Her hands frantically grabbing her phone and purse, locking up the shop in a rush as she called Marcel.
"Meet me at my place in two hours." She spoke without preamble before hanging up and rushed towards her apartment.
XXX
Klaus and Caroline walked leisurely along the waterfront, their joined hands swinging lazily between them as they smiled with sparkling eyes and chatted in hushed tones.
Both wondering how it was even possible to meet someone and even entertain the ideas of such a deep connection with them after only a single day.
Both marveled at what the other had gone through. Stunned at their similar threads of Fate.
Caroline had lost her Mother, her friends, her child. Klaus had found his birth Father only days before the man had died.
He had turned to drugs and alcohol and loose women as a means to escape the constant knowledge of being utter alone. One of those women had become pregnant with his child. He instantly sobered himself up, finally feeling he had found the one person to which he could truly belong.
Not the Mother, he had assured her, but the child.
Try as he did, the Mother refused to stop using and was constantly disappearing. She finally contacted him while she was in the hospital after giving birth, almost two months early. She had left the moment he arrived at the hospital having already been released and never came back. Klaus had spent every second of his precious baby girl's far too-short life right by her side. Falling in love with her only to watch her fade away forever.
After the devastating arrangements had been made and, somehow through his grief, seen through to completion, Klaus packed up his bags and came back home to New Orleans. As he had told Caroline, he had fully intended to mourn with his family at his side but could never work up the nerve or strength to speak of Hope.
Until her. Until Caroline.
Klaus grinned with a shake of his head as he watched the lovey woman at his side take in the views around them with a light of excitement in her eyes. He never believed in Fate, never believed in the tender emotions of the heart. He felt the spark of it when he learned he would become a Father but had thought he felt that spark wither and die right along with his darling baby girl.
Until her. Until Caroline.
One look in this lovely, captivating woman's eyes and he was burnt to ash, reborn much like the fabled Phoenix. From pain to agony to new life bursting with possibilities. His old self wanted to curse him a fool for believing in such drivel as love at first sight. But the new him, the him teeming with life and prospect, scolded his old self for the fool.
Of course, he knew better than to imagine things would be all rainbows and moonbeams, he knew that life, as well as each other, would throw them curveballs and trials to work through. But even the thought of fighting with her, arguing and watching the fire he knew she held gleam in her eyes gave him a sense of excitement which he had never felt before.
"I knew it! I can't believe this!"
A feminine screech sounded behind them, causing both to spin around with jaws dropped and wide eyes.
"Rebekah!"
"Sister!"
Klaus and Caroline glanced at each other, both exclaiming at the same time, "You know her?" "She's your sister?"
Rebekah didn't give them time to say anymore, launching into her tirade.
"I've been working endlessly for months, months mind you, trying to stage the perfect meet and greet between the two of you! Art galleries, cafes, dinners and movies all for what!? For the two of you to just accidentally run into each other over coffee? Bloody coffee?!" Her eyes narrowed at Marcel as he went to interrupt her, "I'm not finished! I'll have words with you later, even more so than on the drive here! You'll be lucky if your ears don't bleed from the force of my wrath!"
Her head swung back to her brother and friend who stood, each with an arm around the other, laughing hysterically.
"What's so funny." She snarled.
"You Beks."
"I have to agree with Caroline, sister." Klaus spoke through his chuckles.
Rebekah's hands went to her hips, her eyes throwing daggers that would have flayed the skin off any lesser being, "And how on Earth am I the butt of this joke?"
"Because you've been trying for months as you said to get Caroline and I together." Klaus began shaking his head at the entire situation, "And yet here you stand in all your irate glory, angry at us for accomplishing exactly what you set out to do."
Rebekah huffed, stomping her foot.
"Hang on a second. You've been trying to set me up with your brother? Since when? I don't remember you having a brother named Klaus." Caroline asked looking between the two siblings wonder just what the heck she was missing.
Klaus grinned softly down at her, "My siblings call me Nik, while I typically go by the name Klaus. Both of which are short for Niklaus."
Caroline all but melted at the way his eyes devoured her, she could only hope that the reverence and awe they held for her never went away. She had a good feeling that hers towards him never would.
Hearing Rebekah clear her throat forcefully, Caroline looked back to her friend. "So, if this is what you wanted, why are you so upset?"
"Ugh! Because I wanted to be the one to make it happen!"
Marcel wrapped his arm around Rebekah's waist, chuckling, "Does it really matter? You've got what you wanted and by the looks of it you were right all along, they are perfect for each other. Just look at the way they stare at each other."
Rebekah knew she was being a spoil sport, but she just couldn't help it. "Yes, they are positively sickening. All ooey-gooey and all such nonsense. So much so I might have changed my mind about them all together."
Klaus growled, pulling Caroline in closer to his side as Caroline gasped softly, "You changed your mind?"
The hurt and concern flowing off Caroline that she would upset her friend finally broke through Rebekah's temper tantrum. Deflating her anger causing her to admit reluctantly, "No I haven't changed my mind. But," she shook a finger at them both, "I'm not speaking to either of you for a week! Come on Marcel."
With that she spun on her heels and marched away, leaving Marcel no choice but to follow after giving the happy couple a grin and a shrug of his shoulders.
Klaus wrapped both arms around Caroline's middle, lifting her and spinning them in circles with her laughing delight.
Setting her back to her feet but keeping her within the gentle cage of his arms, he bent down and kissed her.
"I have a feeling there will never be a dull moment between us." Caroline whispered.
"Let's hope not, Love." Kissing her once more, he pulled back and offered her his arm, "Now how about we continue our date, hmm?"
Smiling Caroline looped her arm through his deciding to enjoy the rest of their night and deal with Rebekah in the morning.
There was no way her friend would stay silent for long, it just wasn't in her nature. Besides, it's seems everyone had got what they wanted.
Hope you all liked these, I aim to please. Ill be back tomorrow with a knew story for thee.
