Summary: She is his little secret which nobody knows. AU.
Rating: T
Note: I don't own anything except this imaginary story line. No offence, no beta.
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"A fairy?" Klaus gave the middle aged witch one pointed look. When the olive skinned lady explained about the mysterious woman with wings, whom Klaus had found a few hours ago, that was his reaction. He gaped at the witch as if she lost her mind. Of course, that only lasted for a moment.
Fairies. There was possibility.
"Yes, and better if you don't irritate her with your theatrics." she said, deadpanned, and looked to the blonde fairy who was inspecting things around her while she was in sofa. Of course, she didn't even make it till there. Klaus, once again, helped by lifting her after they reached his place.
A deep frustrated sound came from the Original. "Why would I be-" he paused and crossed arms with a sly smirk on his face. "Would you mind sharing what she told, witch?" Klaus didn't even bother to address her using name. That was not prominent though. She knew something about fairies a lot better than he do.
The witch rolled her eyes and sighed. "I spoke to her, Klaus. She confirmed she is one of them, and that's all she can say for now. Probably, she is having trust issues."
Klaus knew it well, of course. "She spoke to you?" He lifted up single brow at the blonde and chuckled. "And I imagined something else. Feel free to share what you know."
The witch, Meg didn't look comfortable. After a minute she put let out of the bag. "Fairies are worshiped by so many cults. Even by a few of witches. We treat them more or less like messengers."
Klaus's mother, Esther failed to mention that part, centuries ago. Probably, Kol knew as he usually would hang-out with witches, comparatively more than other siblings. Too bad, now his little brother was in coffin. "You mean they are like angels?" Klaus quirked up his brows.
"They are like messengers of Nature. Importantly, if you treat them good, they will be good. Or else, they will definitely put you through shit. A lot of shit." Meg looked back at the fairy who was simply calm. Though, Klaus was sure she was nervous for some reasons. She observed them quietly and Klaus predicted his presence was not bothering her; she was only cautious around witch. Klaus repented for leaving her with Meg a few minutes ago.
And then, the fairy stared into his eyes. For a moment, there Klaus thought of nothing. Nothing else. As if he was isolated. Watching her gulping a little, Klaus snapped out of that state.
She was a fairy then? Let us not forget that she needed help, and Klaus was sure the witch had no intentions to leave her alone. Meg wanted something from her? The fairy gulped again and looked at him- pleadingly? Klaus knitted up his brows a little before he took strong decision.
"Leave that part to me, Meg." Klaus plastered a smirk and earned one disapproving look from her.
"What do you mean, Klaus?" Meg scowled, turned to the fairy. "You can't keep her. She has to go, one day or another. Moreover, she deserves some respect -"
"How I treat my guest is not your problem." Klaus said, with his smile fading slowly. "I expect it won't be." The witch's thoughts were not positive. He learned people to say that much. Meg's expressions changed gradually; she was tensed when he threw her an intimidating look. "So, that's it then?" he let out a light huff. "Thanks for coming, Meg. I really appreciate your quick response."
Meg managed glower at him after she pulled herself. Looking at the fairy for one last time, she left his house gloomily.
A satisfied Klaus walked to his personal bar and poured himself drink before he returned to the blonde who was cautious. "Would you like to have some?" he offered as he sipped.
The woman squinted at him and took some time to respond. "No."
Klaus watched her as he settled in the chair next to sofa. "Forgive my ill-manners. My name is Klaus." He said stretching out his hand with his charm.
She gazed between his hand and face before she looked up. One moment later she replied. "Good name."
He wanted to roll eyes at that. "Come on, love. Don't you trust me enough to give me your name?"
Blinking at him in confusion, she mumbled after one more minute. "You did not ask. I cannot-" she paused and looked up, "- give."
Klaus looked at her in disbelief. Did she really communicate with Meg previously? She was speaking with too much difficulty. Now she frowned at him. Exhaling tiredly, the Original placed his glass down and questioned. "Why do you have problem to speak? Only with me?"
"I-" she paused to find suitable words, "speak my language good. Yours new to me."
"You people have separate language as well." He responded feigning interest. "What is your name, little one?"
That woman saw here and there, her eyes flickered as if she was searching for something. But Klaus understood slowly that she was trying too much to gather words. A minute or two passed, and then she spoke. "My people call me Caroline."
Caroline. Klaus tilted head to his right as he observed her for a minute before she said to him. "You are killer."
"Certainly we have rough start." Klaus chuckled softly and leaned front, pressed his forearms to his legs, entwined fingers. "So, it only mean that you really don't trust me -"
"Trust you, I." Caroline responded hastily. "Witch." She shook her head as no. He was correct then - Caroline didn't like Meg at all.
"How do you know she cannot be trusted?" Klaus asked slyly, after a moment. "She confirmed that she respects you more than I."
Caroline snorted and shook her head. "She respects, but she also desires from me." She frowned a bit. "Do not test me, Klaus." She warned him darkly. A moment later she added. "I can hear your thoughts."
Great.
So freaking great.
Fairy plus mind-reader plus wings plus what not. Perhaps, a magic wand?
"Wand for His Highness."
"You better stay out of my mind, sweetheart." Klaus grumbled and his smile was long gone. "I don't care if you are a fairy, I don't care if you're an esteemed creature, I don't care about your powers, but I want you to stay put. Alright?" he asked sternly.
Again she took a minute to reply. She was so composed when said: "You are rude. Killer."
Ugh, this woman was trying to remind him what he was, constantly. "Yeah, yeah," he waved his hand dismissively, "Keep saying that. Don't forget that you are one that is uncomfortable with Meg." He reminded her, arrogance oozed from his words.
Caroline gazed at him in a weird way before she spoke. "I only trust you." She uttered every word giving minimum gap between two words. "You helped me. You do not hurt me. I read you. Curious but not harmful."
Klaus should be annoyed at that moment; he lost his privacy. At least he was okay accepting that his motives were clear. Klaus had no thoughts of hurting or using Caroline. For now.
Caroline narrowed her eyes, glared, and then Klaus chuckled while he shrugged his shoulders.
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