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Chapter 27: Voicemail Threats

When I turned, I came face-to-face with the person I had wanted to see the least. Dressed in a pair of hideously ripped light wash jeggings and overly large gray band tee, Hayley Marshall looked radiantly ugly. I could see the slight baby bump protruding from her previously toned stomach, and I couldn't help but smirk.

"I'm here with Klaus. We're….negotiating our relationship. And before you even let a word slip out of that mouth of yours, you're going to listen to me. I hate you. And I know you hate me. So we will have no contact with one another. Agreed? Ok. Goodbye." I snapped. Hayley rolled her eyes and was about to respond before she was interrupted by Klaus himself.

"Elijah, and Elijah's witchie friend, please escort the young werewolf to the town car so she may get situated in the cottage." Klaus spoke to his brother, who nodded silently and took Hayley's arm and led her out the front door.

"You are quite the spitfire. Are you cooled down enough now for me to show you to your room?" Klaus asked me. I let out a deep breath in attempts to calm myself. It kinda worked.

"Yes, I'm ready. This place is incredible. How'd you find such as gem?" I questioned Klaus as he led me up one of the double sided grand stairwell. He stopped at the second floor and turned right. I kept following him as he spoke to me.

"This was the Governor of New Orleans home once upon a time. It was a structure that was admired by many. I attended a mass amount of parties here. Gained a reputation as quite the ladies man, may I say. Rebekah even fell for the Governor's son, and wanted to change him into a vampire." Klaus commented. I looked at him in surprise, mostly because he was being so open about the history.

"Did she turn him?"

"No. I didn't let her. It was too much of a risk. New Orleans was just beginning, and few knew of our existence. I killed the boy, in hopes Rebekah would forget him. She did not, and still has not forgiven me for my sin since." Klaus admitted, and I let out a small gasp. But his actions didn't surprise me.

"You're a better person know. Or at least to me you are." I told him as we continued down the hall towards my new bedroom.

We padded down a corridor with plush Persian rugs. There were oak doors that had heavy brass knobs and engraved plates with each room's name. It reminded me a lot of the Biltmore house that I had visited when I was in sixth grade on a field trip.

"Here is where you'll be staying." Klaus turned into a doorway with a room labeled The English Rosette Room. I liked the name; it was elegant and simplistic in its nature.

"Your clothes should be arriving after dinner. There should be some vintage options of clothing if you wish to change before dinner. Dinner is normally served at 6:00, but has been bumped to 7:30 since our arrival was behind schedule. Is that alright?" Klaus opened the bedroom door and ushered me in. The sight I beheld was even more beautiful than the foyer.

A canopy bed colored a pale pink color, the drapes hanging over a antique white wrought iron bed. Each side had a night table with gold colored candelabras. In the corner of the room was a massive wood armoire, the paint chipping with age. There were two armchairs c there were two armchairs, upholstered in a white canvas fabric. There was a mirrored vanity which held what seemed to be old cosmetic bottles, and on the dresser was a vase of freshly cut pink peonies.

"It's...indescribable." I breathed. Klaus gave me one of his half grins.

"I'm staying down the corridor in the master. If you need anything, I'll be there. Welcome home, Caroline." Klaus told me before closing the door behind himself as he exited.

I looked around the room again, trying to memorize each detail. A slight breeze rippled the fabric that covered the large window. I noticed a small window seat tucked into the alcove in which the window was placed. It was the perfect little hideaway; something I was sure to use in the future. Walking over to the pristinely made bed, I plopped down onto the plush duvet and kicked my shoes off. Placing my feet on the bed, I pulled my phone out of my pocket.

I hadn't checked missed calls or messages since I had clipped my relationship with Tyler. Dear god, I hadn't even considered the repercussions of my sudden breakup with him. I pondered if I should call him and try to explain. But Klaus would figure out that we had patched things up if I started being glued to my phone once more. Relationships were going to end me, if a wooden stake didn't first.

Unlocking my homescreen, I was alerted by the 56 missed text messages and 24 missed calls that greeted me. Most were from my mother, asking how well of a time I was having. Others were from Elena, some from Bonnie, and even a few from Stefan. But there was one voicemail that snatched my heart in an instant when I heard it through the speakers. It was from a few days after my sudden breakup.

One Voicemail From: Tyler Lockwood

Hey Caroline, it's me. I know that me hanging up on you was an obnoxious thing to do. But I know where you are, and who you're with. Klaus Mikaelson is dangerous, and I don't a clue what the hell you're doing being in the company of such a hypocrite.

All I want is for you to return one of my calls. I know you chose to leave with him willingly. Matt updated me on all the disgusting details. We need to talk. I know you know about Hayley. I found out when I visited New Orleans the day after you left for Rome. I was in the neighborhood hoping to catch a word with the Original Hybrid himself. But no such luck, considering he had jetted off with my girlfriend in tow. Instead, I met a very interesting vampire named Marcel Gerard, who seems to share the same hatred of Klaus that I do.

Caroline, I love you. You know I do. But unless you've decided to go crazy, I know there's some decrepit reason you're with the monster. I'm going to find you, no matter the price. Call me, please.

The message clicked off, and I was left in shudders. I could sense a tone of cushioned anger in Tyler's voice. He knew about Hayley. And with the flame of hatred that burned for Klaus in Tyler's mind, there was a chance he could potentially do something extreme. I forgot about the rest of my impending texts and calls, and went directly to Tyler's number. I pressed the call button, and waited in edged silence as it rang.

"Hello?" The masculine voice that once sent good shivers down my spine echoed through the phone. My throat clenched, and I couldn't speak for a second.

"Caroline, I know that it's you. I have your number in my contacts." Tyler droned.

"I'm back in the US. New Orleans, to be exact." I blurted. I heard Tyler breath a sigh of relief.

"Do you want me to come and get you? I'm only a couple hours away in Baton Rouge. It's a quick drive. Where are you staying?" Tyler rambled.

"Tyler, I've been doing some thinking. Maybe my impulsive choice about breaking up with you wasn't such a bad idea." I admitted. Tyler took in a sharp intake.

"Caroline, what's going on?" Tyler asked me.

"I'm with Klaus. I am completely safe, and he has been taking great care of me. I'm happy. Happier than I've been in a long time." I told Tyler. It was the honest truth.

"Why did you break up with me? Was it because he made you? I swear I am going to murder that beast once and for all. Then I'm taking you home, where you belong. And nothing will get in our way." Tyler snarled.

"It's a long story. And I'm staying here. I want to explore the world, and Klaus has given me that chance. I'm sorry, Tyler. I really am. But this is what I want." I finalized the conversation.

"I guess then I should just accept Marcel's offer. It's going to be useful now."

"What offer, Tyler?" I asked hurriedly. Now it was coming to what I was afraid of; Tyler's temper.

"You'll see. Goodbye, Caroline." The line clicked off with a sudden thud, leaving me in a frantic state.

I threw my phone onto the bed and dashed out of the room, adrenaline rushing through my veins. I was on a mission. I searched for the particular door I desperately needed, hoping it was somewhere nearby. It was, thankfully, and when I reached it, I pounded on the French doors with hectic power.

"What in the name of bloody hell is wrong?" Klaus's annoyed voice answered in a rush after he opened the door.

"Tyler has joined powers with Marcel. He's in Baton Rouge, and they're planning something. I think it has to do with me, and the twins." I gasped out, and Klaus gave me a panicked expression. And Niklaus Mikaelson never showed fear.

"They are planning war."

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Cliffhanger, I know! I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it! Hope you liked the drama, and hearing from our long-lost friend Tyler!

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