A/N:
So here is Chapter 26. It might seem like a bit of a filler chapter and I'm sorry. But there is some sweet Klaroline moments, and a surprise at the end! Enjoy.
Disclaimer) I don't own TVD, but I own Georgiana DeBelle, seeing she is an OC.
Chapter 26: Jet Setter
There were piles of Louis Vuitton trunks and travel bags scattered across my bedroom. My clothes had been carefully folded, dresses packed into traveling hanger bags, and my shoes wrapped in cotton bags and secured for safe travel. Klaus had arranged for a private plane back to New Orleans, since we couldn't catch an earlier flight. So I guess the weight of my luggage didn't actually matter. We were leaving in about three hours, and I still had not spoken to Klaus since we had decided to leave Italy.
A polite knock sounded at my bedroom door, and I called to whoever had knocked to come in. My back was to the door, but I turned around when Klaus spoke to me.
"I think that your closet at the plantation might be too small to host all your possessions. I would dare say you are worst than my dear sister." Klaus joked, and I threw a pair of rolled up shorts at him, which he caught with complete ease. Stupid hybrid powers.
"What plantation? I thought you owned the cottage and the compound. Do you own even more New Orleans real estate that I didn't know about?" I asked him, with a teasing tone at the end.
"Since we have so many individuals staying with us at once, I decided to rent a historical part of New Orleans real estate. It's big enough to house all of our family, and a few accompaniments that will be staying for the time being. Matt and Rebekah are staying here, thankfully." Klaus informed me, and I nodded understandingly.
"Will, um. Hayley, be staying with us?" I asked, kind of uncomfortable to mention the pregnant werewolf.
"I know the young werewolf causes you to have discomfort, so I have arranged for her to stay at the cottage, along with a staff of witches to cater to her needs. You will not have to speak, mention, or even see her while you are with me in New Orleans. I promise. This is your trip, and I promise everything will be completely enjoyable." Klaus vowed, and I couldn't help but hug the hybrid. He was making such an effort.
"Thank you." I mumbled into his shirt, inhaling the scent of him as I spoke. He smelled like Klaus, and that always seemed to be the most reassuring scent in the world to me.
"You're most welcome, love." Klaus answered as he returned my hug. I felt his face nuzzling into the crook of my neck. After a minute staying in each other's embrace, Klaus was the first to let go.
"Do you need any help packing?" Klaus asked me, but I shook my head. I was about done anyway.
"Thank you, but I've already done most of what needs to be done. How about you go check on the flight reservations? We might need to confirm." I reminded him, and Klaus smiled his signature lopsided grin that I adored.
"They already know we're coming. You finish up here, love, and then meet me downstairs. The limo will be here a little earlier so we can board the plane thirty minutes earlier." Klaus told me, before vamp speeding out of my bedroom.
I finished throwing my last belongings, I grabbed the clothes I was going to wear on the plane. Entering the bathroom, I pulled my shirt over my head and changed into the green blouse that I was going to wear to the airport. Stripping out of my pj shorts, I slipped on a pair of tan suede pants. Along with the blouse, I added a Kendra Scott tassel necklace and a pair of camel colored Burberry flats.
I tossed my dirty clothes into the small carry on bag I would be bringing with me on board. Inside held a small amount of makeup, a hairbrush, my phone and laptop with their chargers, along with a New Orleans tourism book Klaus had gifted to me last night. After our mutual decision to leave Italy, he gave it to me in hopes that I could familiarize myself with some landmarks.
I personally knew that Klaus would have limited time to spend with me. With the impending Haley situation, along with the looming threat that Marcel was putting on him, Klaus was going to be quite distracted. But exploring New Orleans by myself wouldn't be too bad. Maybe just having some time by myself would give me time to think about what I wanted to do with my future. There were still so many ideas that were swirling through my head.
After checking everything was in its correct suitcases and trunks, I took one final glance around the bedroom I had been calling home the last couple of days. Taking my carry-on off the bed, I exited the room and closed the door. Once again I admired the glory of the Villa's construction and beauty. The grand staircase, the modernized kitchen, and the stunning pool deck and many verandas. I was going to miss this place, for sure.
When I descended the stairs, I found Klaus waiting for me as promised. He was dressed in a pair of well fitted black trousers, an olive army style coat, and a his signature henly style tshirt, this one colored a charcoal gray. In his right hand he held a travel carryon similar to mine, but in a more masculine style. In his other hand he held his cell phone, which was pressed with yo other hand he held his cell phone, which was pressed to his ear.
"Thank you, brother. I will see you at the airport." Klaus finished the conversation, and then swiped the end button on his phone. He looked up at me and smiled.
"Are you ready, sweetheart? Limo is waiting." Klaus told me, and I nodded solemnly.
"I will admit, I'm going to miss this place. Especially my Mercedes. I only got to drive it once." I pouted as Klaus opened the Villa's front door for me.
"Don't worry. I made a few calls last night after you went to sleep, and your beloved convertible will be arriving in New Orleans by next week." Klaus announced and I looked at him in amazement once again.
"Are you serious?" I asked him in shock.
"You just received my gift. I'm not just going to leave it here. I want you to enjoy it." Klaus handed the limo driver our carryons as we entered the limo.
"You are something else, Klaus Mikaelson." I muttered.
We arrived at the airport forty-five minutes prior to when our flight was scheduled to take off. The limo unloaded us at the front entrance. This was a smaller airport than the one we had arrived in Italy at. Obviously this was a private airport, due to the fact there was barely any security. Not pat-downs, body scans, or metal detectors. I was quite relieved.
"Over here, Caroline." Klaus motioned me into a singular terminal, where an attendant stood waiting.
"Mr. and , are you ready to board your flight?" The man dressed in a pristine white pilots uniform asked us in a thick Italian accent. I blushed at how he addressed me, and was tempted to correct him; but I didn't.
"I believe so. I also assume that my brother and Miss DeBelle have already boarded?" Klaus questioned the pilot, who confirmed with a nod.
"Are you ready, Caroline?" Klaus checked.
"Yes." I answered, Klaus took my hand as the pilot led us into the terminal. I didn't even notice Klaus intertwine his fingers with mine. I was too focused on where we were going.
The pilot led us down a lighted tunnel and down a flight of stairs. From there we exited through a heavy door onto a landing strip basked in the Italian sun. We headed towards a jet, which surprised me.
"You rented a jet?" I whispered to Klaus in astonishment. He just smiled and didn't respond.
The steps leading up into the jet's cabin was down, and the pilot and two flight attendants waited at the bottom to welcome us. Klaus led me up the stairs after he spoke the flight attendants privately. One was named Marsala, and the other Claudia.
We entered the cabin, and I gasped. Inside was plush and comfortable. Upholstered with tan leather recliners and couches, along with mahogany wood tables and trim, it was quite the spectacle. Inside sat a relaxed looking Elijah and a frustrated looking Georgiana DeBelle. Elijah had a book in his lap, and a glass of scotch in his right hand. Georgiana was furiously typing away at her phone.
"Claudia, please fetch I and Caroline some mimosas before the plane takes off." Klaus ordered to the flight attendant who was closing the jet's door. She nodded, and headed towards the on-board kitchenette.
"Mimosas? Isn't it a little early for alcohol?" I asked Klaus as he placed our carryons onto a table.
"I thought maybe you'd want the full experience of riding in a private jet." Klaus teased me. I rolled my eyes and proceeded to sit myself down in one of the recliners.
Elijah smiled at me, and asked me a question I wasn't expecting.
"Will you and Niklaus be sharing a room when we return to the plantation?" He asked me, and I turned fifty shades of crimson.
"Separate rooms, brother. Please stop terrorizing Caroline with humiliating questions." Klaus interrupted us as he sat in the recliner next to me.
"Klaus, I think I'll take that drink now." I muttered, and Klaus smiled. I liked when he smiled. He'd been doing it a lot lately.
Claudia then approached me, and handed me a drink that was a tinted orange color. I could smell the champagne and citrusy scent, along with the striking smell of animal blood. I looked at Klaus, who gave me a look of encouragement.
"It's just Bambi blood. No human for you." Klaus informed me, and I gave him a thankful nod.
Sipping the drink, I let the flavor seep into my tastebuds. It was sweet and sharp, and I liked it. Taking long gulps, it was gone in three minutes flat.
"I think it's time for you to rest." Klaus whispered to me. I could feel my eyelids getting heavy as the rumble of the jet engine echoed beneath us.
"Sweet dream, my light." Klaus spoke as he tucked a cashmere blanket around me. Soon the surroundings fading into blurry figures. I was asleep in minutes.
"Welcome back to the US, sweetheart." Klaus said, and I sat up with a jolt.
"I slept the whole plane ride?" I asked in amazement. I only ever slept in short bursts.
"I think the mimosa helped a bit." Klaus guessed, and I nodded in agreement. Alcohol put me to sleep like a child.
"Come on. We're getting off. Do you want me to carry your bag?" Klaus offered me as I got up from my seat. I noticed that Elijah and Georgiana had already gotten off the jet.
"No thanks, I got it." I yawned. Klaus shook his head, but handed me my carry-on.
We exited the jet, and the town car that Klaus had reserved was already waiting for us on the runway strip. I saw Elijah and Georgiana seated in the front row, already waiting. Klaus took my carry-on and the driver placed it in the trunk along with Klaus's. I slid into the open backseat of the car, and Klaus followed in next to me.
After all the doors has been shut and locked, the town car pulled out onto the road. I shut my eyes and let out a deep breath.
"Are you alright?" Klaus asked me quietly. I nodded slightly, and kept my eyes closed.
"I think you're going to love the plantation. It's beautiful." Klaus told me, and I smiled.
"Describe it to me." I asked him.
"Well, it's on about 24 acres on land, with tons of different native Louisiana flora and fauna. Three stories tall manor house with white Corinthian columns, and a stain glass dome at the top of the third floor foyer. A botanical garden with two greenhouses, two working and producing apple orchards, and an outdoor and indoor pools with hot tubs. Stables with horses, along with many trails. We have a full serving staff who know what we are, and have been compelled not to speak a word. But I will let you discover and explore when we arrive." Klaus told me.
We drove in silence for about what seemed to be almost twenty minutes. Klaus nudged me back into focus when we turned down the plantation's cobblestone drive. My eyes gazed in wonder as we entered the white picket security gate. When we finally pulled into the front cul-de-sac, with the traditional fountain spewing water in the center, I was almost ready to skip inside.
The driver opened the car door for Elijah and Georgiana first, who both exited swiftly. I was bouncing in my seat by the time the driver opened the door for Klaus and I. Without even blinking, I zoomed from the car and straight to the front door.
I opened the front door carefully, and entered into a beautiful foyer. Strolling in, I walked in astonishment and the splendor of the home. Looking up, I noticed the the stunning stained glass dome Klaus had mentioned. My back was turned and I was too focused on the overwhelming stature of the house to hear the footsteps behind me. But when they spoke, I sure as hell recognized the voice.
"What in the hell is the Mystic Falls Blonde Bitch doing here?!"
A/N:
So who do you think the last line belongs to? Leave your guesses in the reviews! Also, I need name suggestions for the twins. Something for both boys and girls. Traditional in the ways of the Mikaelsons, of course. Make them four names, including the Mikaelson last name so I can hear how it sounds together. Two middle names, and maybe named after FAMILY?!
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