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A/N: I want to try my hand at writing a chapter from Klaus's perspective. Please give me feedback, I have no idea if this will work

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'Hmm, city look familiar, Stefan?' Klaus asked, a smile playing on his lips. He thought back fondly about their time together in Chicago, Stefan had been like a brother to him in the twenties. It said a lot that he had trusted him with his baby sister, usually, he scared any lover away with intimidating older brother vibes.

It's a shame that Stefan would rather let go of his ripper days as he had been magnificent. And it was a pity that I had no choice but to make him forget, Klaus thought.

It didn't come as a surprise then when Stefan simply shrugged and said, 'I blocked out a lot.'

Klaus smirked at him, you sure did Stefan, he thought, all the good times we shared. He didn't expect their friendship to feel the same upon making the deal, and he had been right. Stefan had become a bit of a bore, serious and inwards, retreating in his head to think only about one girl. No that is harsh, in truth Stefan's dry wit came through sometimes, especially when Caroline was there.

While Stefan was not as fascinating when he refrained from ripping people apart, at least Klaus hadn't made his old friend into an enemy. He had enough of those as it is. Not to mention that this development had the added benefit of not upsetting Caroline.

She cared for him. His minion told him that Stefan and Caroline talked for hours and hours before exploring the nightlife in Nashville. Part of him was glad for Caroline that she had a close friendship with Stefan, but another part of him felt jealous, wanting to keep her to himself. Feeling possessive he glanced at the beauty beside him.

As she strode these city streets she radiated confidence and grace. Long strong legs were sticking out under her skirt, legs he loved trailing his hands over. He also appreciated how well the white top suited her, she looked elegant. While he liked her style, he had loved the thought of seeing her wear the best of the best, it's only fitting that the clothes match the girl. Still, it would be best he didn't tell her the price tags, she was quite independent.

The truth is grace like hers was hard to find these modern days of fast food and television. People didn't know how to dance anymore, how to seduce without frantically grinding. Caroline was slowly but surely proving him wrong about this generation, the push and pull between them was electrifying and dare he say it, fun. He didn't mean to care for the girl, but life had other plans and he would embrace it.

Thanks to her, he had his hybrids, a pack of them, all sired to him. Her honesty had brought him this success. As a little experiment he had tried to make a hybrid without Elena's blood and it had died, meaning that in another world, this trip would have been one giant failure. But here he was, Stefan and Caroline on his side and a whole army behind him.

He could feel the lesser breed staring at the three of them as they walked past. Humans knew their superiors when they saw them and it made him feel a tat smug. Even vampires often knew better than to challenge him, knowing he was something different, better.

His little obsession pulled him out of his thoughts. 'Fantasising about your next victim?' Caroline asked him knowingly.

Even after making this girl scream his name against a tree in the Smoky Mountains, she still didn't play the lovesick fool. It was refreshing how she spoke her mind even if he didn't want to hear it. And somehow, even after every argument or insult, she lived to tell the tale.

Sweet Caroline was a force of nature, telling him exactly what she thought or her body did it for her. He remembered how honesty had been written all over her body as she had arched up to meet his thrusts. Where morals prevented her from speaking, her eyes spoke her truth.

So he would play her game of ping pong, arguing and bickering for the sake of it. He knew that for all her judgments and anger at the end of the day she would be in his bed. His eyes were gleaming as he looked at her, gorgeous curls framing her pretty little face.

'Hmm, guess again, love,' he teased, tilting his head. 'Speaking of victims, who will be your next victim, Caroline? Trip is almost over and we haven't even had our second lesson yet. I have spoiled you with my blood, no wonder you find it hard to move on.'

A grin spread on his face as he waited for her reply. It was amusing to see the reactions he could draw out of her. Caroline has many expressions to express distaste...

Sometimes she would purse her lips, roll her eyes, or huff. Other times she would glare at him with ice that matched his sister's, and every now and then her cute little brows would draw together as her brain was spinning, thinking of ideas how to slap right back. Her arms also seemed to have a mind of their own. She would often cross them, or move them deliberately as she gave him a lecture listing down every reason why he was wrong.

Her blue eyes were narrowed as she did just that.

'First of all, don't flatter yourself. Your vein was easy to access, end of story. Second of all, if we follow your crash course 1.0.1. on feeding on humans, we hardly had a good opportunity as we were on the road most of the time with a time limit and a pack to find.'

Klaus could feel the amusement start to show on his face.

'Ah… I see I see. Nevertheless, new city, new lesson sound good? You have excellent control, sweetheart, this is all you will need,' Klaus said with delight, 'Chicago is truly the place to be, the ladies here are beautiful as Stefan knows well.'

He noted Stefan's grim expression with a chuckle. He had been quite the lady's man, and killer back in the day. That was before Bekah converted him into being just a killer.

He could tell that Caroline was fuming, her heavy black boots stomping the city ground as they walked. 'If you insist on forcing me to feed, don't think for a second you get to choose my victim. My nutrition is not a show for you to jerk off too.'

He laughed at her bluntness, shrugging his shoulders. 'Tut tut, such language, sweetheart. I enjoy maximising pleasure, that's all.'

Caroline didn't deem that worthy of a reply. He saw how she tried to keep a straight face upon seeing Chicago, an even bigger city than Nashville. But what she couldn't hide is how well she fit in. Caroline was meant for places like this and everyone could see it.

She navigated the crowds without shrinking. Indeed, any other small-town girl would fade into the background like a mouse. But here was Caroline, if anything, the hurry, the smell of coffee, people chatting, the homeless begging, the colour, and the life made her shine brighter than she ever had. While he liked Nashville, Chicago felt more like home and it pleased him how well the city embraced her.

Stefan didn't seem faced anymore about anything that happened between them, something else was on his mind. 'Are you ever going to tell us about the white truck that has been following us around?' he asked Klaus.

Ah, he had caught on to that, had he. 'Hmm, well what can I say, I like keeping my family close,' Klaus said lightly, his tone indicating that that was all he would like to say on the matter. He could hear Caroline shift beside him, oh here we go.

'Wait, seriously?' Caroline interjected, 'you are keeping your family in a truck?' She was staring at him expectantly, coming to a stop.

'Caroline…' Klaus paused, 'we are almost at the bar, we will discuss it once we are there.' The little vampire was keen on making it difficult, wasn't she.

'You better have a hell of an explanation,' Caroline said, 'because it sounds an awful lot like your family doesn't have much of a choice in being there.'

Klaus's jaw clenched, trying to control his temper. He loved her, but being questioned about his every move was still something he needed to get used to.

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The witch looked well for her age, not that he was surprised, witches could use their skills for all kinds of things. Her skin was glowing warmly in perfect brown which provided a nice contrast with her short white hair. Klaus had a devilish smile on his face as he greeted her, and watched as she saw cautiously read the room. The bar, which wore such strong memories had filled up with his hybrids. Klaus realized how intimidating this may look but that was kind of the point.

'You succeeded then,' Gloria commented, raising one dark eyebrow.

A twinkle appeared in his eye. 'Indeed, I had a feeling this would work and it couldn't hurt to give it a try. It crossed my mind that my mother intended for her to die, so I would be alone forever. Thought it best to do the exact opposite.'

The witch nodded slowly, her eyes moving to the younger Salvatore. 'You still hanging in the same crowd, I take it?' Did he hear mild disapproval in her voice? He watched as Stefan's thick eyebrows drew together in confusion, and Klaus felt the need to interrupt. He didn't want Stefan to find out about their shared history just yet.

'Stefan is pleased that I am keeping his little girlfriend alive. He too fell for the allure of the doppelganger.' He watched Stefan's expression darken at the mention of the doppelganger, touchy much.

Her eyes were sharp as they returned to him again. 'Why are you here Klaus?'

'Straight to the point, very well then,' he glanced at Caroline who seemed deep in thought, 'A celebration is in order, I was thinking, a thematic party, the twenties? I told Caroline over here the other day how much I loved that decade, figured it's time for a trip down memory lane. Tonight is the night. '

'Is that all?' the witch asked blankly.

He smiled a dimpled smile. 'You remember my little sister? She wouldn't want to miss this throwback party. Mind if we use the backroom?'

Gloria's eyes narrowed, before accepting her faith in a shrug. 'Mi casa es tu casa.'

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'Pour us a drink, will you Stefan,' Klaus said, as he took Caroline's hand in his hand to lead her to the backroom. His hybrids had made themselves comfortable in the bar, chatting and lounging around. Perhaps later he can put some names to the faces.

Klaus had already told his minions to place the coffins in the backroom, so it was only a matter of entering and letting his little sister loose, and explaining if it was up to Caroline.

He heard her intake of breath as she took in the room. 'They are in coffins,' Caroline muttered, her mouth slightly open.

He waited, sensing that she wasn't done speaking. His fingers massaged her palm.

He watched the wheels spinning in her brain, her blue eyes focused. ''They can be daggered,' she said, 'I remember Elena undaggering Elijah... So you must have daggered your family…Why?'

Caroline stepped away from him, but he kept his eyes locked on her, wanting her to understand.

'Ah, it's a little time-out they are not dead, we will be a family again.'

She huffed and rolled her eyes. 'No wonder you didn't think they would forgive you, I wouldn't want my hypothetical brother to put me in a box, either. It still begs the question, why?'

Klaus moved closer to her again, the bitterness he felt at her words tasted sour in his throat. Of course, he had anticipated she would judge him, but nothing prepared for the real thing. Still, he successfully managed to keep his wolf calm and contained. After all, if he lashed out again she'd be gone forever, and we can't have that.

'Various reasons, little dove,' Klaus said as he tilted his head slightly. He decided to list some of them. 'Petty grievances…, betrayals…, their protection, to start with.'

He watched as her eyes softened at his mention of the word protection.

There was just one question lingering in her eyes, and he nodded his head, ask ahead my dear, he thought.

'Protection from what?'

His eyes shut close, of all the questions she could ask, this one.

As he opened his eyes he noted that Stefan had joined them. Any urge to answer her honestly had washed away. He didn't trust Stefan back in the twenties, he didn't trust him now.

'Stefan,' Klaus acknowledged, 'nice of you to join us.'

The younger Salvatore brother stepped forward, picture in hand.

'What is this?' Stefan inquired seriously, waving the picture for emphasis.

Klaus chuckled as he saw their old picture, smiling at the camera. 'It's us, Stefan.'

'Seriously,' Caroline said as she moved forward to look at the picture. Her eyes widened before turning to face Stefan. 'You knew Klaus?!'

'No,' Stefan said, 'I mean I can't remember.'

He gazed at his old friend, his green eyes looked dazed in his lack of understanding.

'It's true. There is a reason I wanted you to come along, we are old friends you and I.'

His hand brushed over the coffin of his sister, before opening it. Klaus smiled softly at the sight of her. Her grey state was not doing her beauty justice, he thought. 'Bekah will be glad to see you, Stefan, though I don't expect her to be pleased about your new lover.'

He smiled as Caroline joined his side breathlessly. With his hands on the dagger, he locked eyes with her. 'It's all for you, Caroline.' If it weren't for her he would have waited, but he was glad she convinced him. He enjoyed the symmetry of ending this journey in Chicago, reunited with Stefan and Rebekah at last.

The earlier confusion in Caroline's eyes made place for something else entirely, something meant only for him.

Wordlessly he pulled the dagger out of Rebekah's chest.

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After compelling a pesky human to offer his vein to his little sister once she woke, they made their way back to the seating area. As they walked he made sure to ignore the daggers Caroline stared at him.

'If we were friends, how come I don't remember anything?' Stefan asked, sitting down on the barstool beside him.

All these questions, he smirked at Stefan.

'Perhaps I didn't want you to remember until the time was right.'

He watched as understanding dawned on Stefan.

Caroline didn't sit down and simply stood next to him as she stared at him with narrowed eyes. 'So, you compelled him,' she concluded, 'I'd say now is a perfect time to make him remember, don't you think?' Her curls bounced as she put her hands on her hips. 'Enough with your games.'

Admittedly, today would be a good time, his sister wouldn't be pleased if Stefan didn't remember their time together.

'Very well then, if you insist sweetheart.' Klaus said, leaning back slightly to look at her delicate frame. 'Bear in mind you are missing out on excellent storytime. I was quite the fan of your dear friend the ripper, though not at first. I particularly enjoyed his creative methods, picked up some tricks here and there from him.'

He chuckled at her annoyed expression before turning to face Stefan.

'Now you remember.'

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Stefan had needed a drink after that, Caroline threw question after question at him and Klaus just listened to them with amusement, adding commentary where Stefan left things out.

'So you dated Klaus's little sister?' Caroline asked Stefan, she was staring at the picture again with wonder. Sweet Caroline was leaning against him as she chatted and Klaus couldn't help but smile slightly at the contact.

Stefan downed another glass of Bourbon. 'She was perfect for ripper me I suppose. Hot, classy, a sharp tongue. We would feed on girls together and dance the night away.'

Klaus felt his expression darken at his description of Rebekah.

'I see,' Caroline said, and he could hear the slight distaste in her voice. Maybe she would finally stop putting Stefan on a pedestal now. Though he felt the need to warm Caroline up to Rebekah, it would be best if they got along. Both women were a force of nature and he didn't want them burning his house down arguing.

'My sister is a tough nut to crack, sweetheart. She can be very mean, but underneath that exterior is a girl that just wants to be loved.'

Klaus barely avoided the glass that was thrown at him at deadly speed. 'Speaking of the devil.'

'Hello Nik,'

He felt giddy at the sound of his sister's voice, but he kept it cool. Klaus slid off his barstool, coming to his feet.

Bekah looked absolutely furious with him and he couldn't help but poke the bear. 'Welcome to the 21st-century sister, I have missed you,' Klaus drawled, taking in her appearance. She wouldn't have to change for the party, he noted.

His sister sped forward and pushed the dagger in his chest. 'You, my dear brother, can go to hell.'

A dagger in the chest didn't feel pleasant, but his heart warmed at the sound of Caroline's concern.

'No!' Caroline exclaimed, trying to push Rebekah away from him.

Rebekah's eyes widened as she looked her over. 'Who is this strumpet, Nik?'

He felt the need to reassure Caroline. 'It's fine, sweetheart. These pesky daggers are harmless to me.'

Caroline's eyes narrowed, Rebekah's words converted her concern into anger, she looked ready to lecture his little sister. 'Hey excuse me, I am the reason you are standing here. If it was up to him you'd still be in a box. He was scared you wouldn't forgive him, but I knew he missed you. God, he mentions you all the time.'

'Is this true, Nik,' Rebekah said, and he could see the raw emotion in her eyes.

Klaus pulled the dagger out of his chest without wincing.

'It is. I even brought an old friend as a peace offering,' Klaus said, nodding at her former lover. In her tunnel vision, Rebekah hadn't even noticed him.

'Stefan,' Rebekah said breathlessly.

The younger Salvatore gave her a small smile.

'Hello Rebekah, it's good to see you.'

He watched them stare at each other in wonder.

Klaus felt protective and figured he should inform her about the new developments. 'Sister, you should know that Stefan has found love. For you, it was just yesterday that you saw him. For him, it's been decades and decades.'

Klaus watched as her expression sank, and it was uncomfortable. He never knew what to do when his sister was upset. Stefan took that moment to pour himself another drink.

He was positively surprised when Caroline took action and linked her arms with Rebekah's. His sister looked shocked, staring at their linked arms.

'Hey, guys suck anyway,' Caroline said, speaking as if Rebekah and she were alone in the room, 'Let's go shopping, we have a twenties dance tonight. And I figured, who better to turn to for advice than someone who woke up from that decade?'

Rebekah seemed to consider this, looking her up and down. 'You could do with some advice, yes,' she said drily. 'Tell me, do all girls dress like this nowadays?'

'Any judgments about my clothes, you take up with your brother, alright. He picked them,' Caroline teased, 'But yea, so much has changed. You'll probably have a heart attack seeing what people wear these days on a night out. This outfit is positively vanilla.'

Caroline's bubbly personality loosened Rebekah up a touch, but her guard was still up. It was interesting watching her interact with another woman, she had grown up surrounded by boys, and most of her interactions outside of family had mainly been with love interests.

'Who are you to Nik, anyway?' Rebekah asked, a demanding tone to her voice.

'Not a threat to you, if that's what you mean.'

'Hmmf, in what world is that answer acceptable.'

'You can pick my brain later. Over clothes. You're less likely to rip my head off that way.'

'Good survival instinct.'

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