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Caroline stood at the altar, and her eyes began to fill with tears. This was not what she had hoped for when she fell in love. She had wanted to just settle down, have a family, and grow old with the man who held her heart, but that was not meant to be. Not for the High Priestess of Isis

She lifted her gaze to the man on the other side, and she wanted to smile. She wanted to, but she couldn't. How could she?

At any moment, the Pharaoh would discover them, and only the gods knew what he would do. She searched Klaus' eyes, and found the love that she had felt so many times before, and her heart pounded in her ears.

He smiled, a faint, sad smile, and lifted his hand to touch her cheek. Brushing the back of his fingers over her cheek, he blinked back tears. "It'll work."

She knew it would, but hearing him say the words brought her soul to a state of calm peace. She nodded, and lifted her left hand to caress his wrist. "I'll see you in the afterlife, my Niklaus." She choked out, tears breaking free from her eyes, and fell down her cheeks.

Klaus swallowed, and nodded. "My Caroline," He whispered, leaning across the table to pull her towards him, and let their lips touch each other for a brief moment.

"Priestess, it's time."

~XXX~

Caroline wrapped her arms around her stomach, and stared at the altar in front of her. In her mind, it seemed like only yesterday she was here, getting ready to perform a ritual to protect her love.

She closed her eyes, and her heart ached. She had been so stubborn the past few days. She had denied the love that was offered to her by Klaus, never wanting to fully grasp what was happening between them.

She had fallen in love. Not with the past Klaus, no, with the stubborn, arrogant, pigheaded man who had worked side by side with her on the dig for three months.

She had been right when she had told Bonnie that she and Klaus were different. She was not the same woman from the past. In fact, she was a completely different woman. The only similarities between her and the woman then were their looks and loves. Their demeanors were completely different, and so was how they fell.

Caroline smiled to herself, thinking back over the days quarrelling over the dig site with Klaus, wanting everything to go perfectly, since it was her first solo dig. He had met her prideful remarks with a few of his own, and in that time, she could feel the attraction they held for each other.

"Damn it," She whispered, hating the realization of it all.

"Problem?"

She sighed, and glanced towards her friend's husband, before shifting her gaze to the altar. "No," She answered, focusing on the markings around the altar.

Kol hummed, and nodded, not fully believing her. "You are worried." He stated, following her gaze.

Caroline rolled her eyes. "No, I'm just…" She trailed off, shaking her head. She pushed her blonde hair behind her shoulders, and groaned. "Don't you have a wife to bother?" She remarked, turning her gaze to him.

Kol smirked, and bowed his head. "She's busy at the moment, and I've found, after four thousand years, not to disturb her when she's focused on something." He remarked, and Caroline smiled at his statement.

"You're afraid." She concluded, watching Kol straighten his back in a defensive motion.

"No, I'm not." He stated, turning his head to look at her, and deflated as he lowered his voice. "Okay, yes, I am. Bonnie's temper could scare the crocs of the Nile." He explained, with a small shiver.

Caroline smiled, and felt her body start to shake with laughter, before letting out the laugh. She threw her head back, and laughed loud and touched her stomach. She shook her head, and let her laugher wind down to a few chuckles.

Kol smirked, and nodded. "Feel better?" He asked, as she nodded, and let out a sigh.

"I do. Thanks," She responded, letting out a small laugh to calm down, and turned from the altar.

Kol nodded, and turned to face her, as he followed her down the stone steps, and sat down beside her. "Nik's been in seclusion all day." He remarked, watching her bow her head.

She wrapped her left arm around her drawn up knees, and placed her right arm on top of her knees, with her hand digging into her blonde tresses. "He won't see me." She replied, lowly. "I…told him I wasn't sure what we were going to do after this was all over." She added, shaking her head.

Kol nodded, accepting her answer, and sighed. He knew how much his brother loved the old Caroline, and this new one...

Kol wasn't entirely sure. She was the same, but different, somehow.

"Why are we here?" Caroline asked, after a few moments drifted between them.

Kol sighed, and clasped his hands together on his knees. "To remember,"

"I got that part." Caroline interrupted, frustration lining her words. "I mean… after…"

Kol's smile faded, and he paused. Caroline turned her head, and focused on his face, and dropped her hand from her head.

"The final trial begins."

~XXX~

Klaus heard someone rap outside his small room, and he frowned as he guessed who it could be. He turned, and nodded to himself when she walked through the doorway.

"You just can't leave me alone, can you?" He asked, turning from her.

Caroline shrugged her shoulders. "What can I say? I'm stubborn."

Klaus rolled his eyes. "Tell me something I don't already know."

She smiled, and bowed her head. "You know me well." She responded, leaning back against the wall.

He shook his head. "I doubt it."

She frowned, and turned her head from his gaze. "I'm still the same woman as before, not the past Caroline, but the present." She stated, watching him from even more.

"Don't you think I know that, Caroline?" He returned, his eyes flaring. "For three months, I've learned a lot about you, and I fell in love."

Caroline swallowed, and lowered her eyes. "Me too," She whispered, feeling his eyes on her. She wouldn't look at him. She couldn't. If she looked at him, she would let her feelings show, and it was hard enough keeping them at bay.

Klaus swallowed, and stepped towards her, his heart beginning to pound in his ears. "You what?" He asked, lowly.

Caroline licked her lips, and turned her head away from him, refusing to look at him.

Klaus growled, and reached for her chin with his hand, and yanked her face, forcing her to look at him, but didn't hurt her. His eyes flared as he searched hers, but they softened just a fraction as he saw the truth. "You what, Caroline?" He asked, softer than before.

Caroline started to shake her head, but his grip made it impossible. "Let go of me," She ground out, but he would budge, as he stepped closer to her, and she felt his body only inches from hers, and her body started to sing.

She felt a yearning in her body from the short distance of his form, and she wanted it to ease, but it never would. "You won't be satisfied, will you?" She asked, her anger covering up her feelings.

Klaus shook his head. "Not until you give me a straight answer, Forbes." He answered, firmly, easing his grip on her chin, to rub his thumb over her skin.

She started to reply with a smart remark, but the look in his eyes stopped her. As much as she wanted it all to be over, the secrets, the lies, the magical spells, she realized he wanted it over too. She opened her mouth, and felt his finger run over her bottom lip, causing her to shiver, and she closed her eyes.

"Damn it," She whispered, closing the distance between them, letting her body perfectly align with his, her arms wrapped around his neck, and she pressed her lips onto his.

She moaned as she felt the pressure being returned, and his arms wrapped around her, as they backed up from the wall. His lips were made for kissing, she realized, letting her hands move through his short hair. Their mouth's opened together, and they began to move their tongues over the other in a movement that made her weak in the knees.

They pulled back, slowly, grasping the others lips, his sucking on her on her bottom, and she sucked on his top, letting go in a slow fashion, until they were finally separated.

"I'm in love with you." She whispered, through panted breathe.

The light in Klaus' eyes at the words made her wish she had told him sooner, but her stubbornness had taken a hold, and she couldn't bring herself to say it. Now she had told him, and there was no going back. She knew the price that had to be paid, now, but before it could be, she wanted to finish what they had started.

Klaus read the want in her body, and smiled as he caught her lips once again, silently asking if she was sure.

She responded, by pressing her body as close to his as she could get, moving her hands to his button down khaki shirt, and began to unfasten it.

He worked on hers, loving the feel of her skin with each button opened. They were free of the garments at the same time, and with small efforts, they pushed their shirts on the floor behind them, in unison, began to feel their upper bodies in a fascinating way.

They pulled back, and Caroline focused on his chest, moving her hands over his chiseled hairless chest, and felt her body ache in places she dreamed of.

His hands moved over her breasts, feeling them through the fabric of her bra, and she let out a small cry at the feel of his callused hands, hands of an archaeologist.

She was in heaven, pure simple heaven. As their hands moved over their bodies, their lips met in a passion that shook them both. They wanted this; they needed this.

His lips moved from hers, and trailed down her face to her neck, leaving butterfly kisses along her skin. She moaned, and clutched at him, loving the feel of him. She heard and felt his fingers working on the back of her bra, and she smiled as it became loose, and slid off her body onto the floor.

He pulled back a fraction, and licked his lips, as she bit her bottom lip. He lifted his eyes to hers, and smiled. "Never had I imagined this perfection." He replied, huskily.

She smiled, and grasped his head, as she captured his lips with hers, and pressed her breasts onto his bare chest.

They moaned in each other's mouths, loving the feel of this perfect union.

They needed more, wanted more.

Their hands moved once again in unison, and this time their pants and boots joined their shirts on the floor, but they didn't care.

Caroline moved her hands over his hips, and moaned as she felt his hard rounded ass in her hands, squeezing it with her nails biting into his skin.

He moaned, and squeezed hers, before lifting her into his arms with her legs wrapped around his waist.

"I've waited three months, Caroline." He muttered, pressing her against the hard wall.

She moaned, and cried out when his lips encircled her breasts, sucking on her harden nipples with perfection. "So have I." She returned, breathlessly.

He smiled, and let go of her breasts with a soft pop, and lifted his head to search her passion filled eyes.

He lifted his right hand, and caressed her face. "Caroline…"

She read his question, and answered by grasping his shaft in her left hand, and positioned it against her opening, but not before rubbing her fingers over the skin, loving the sound of him groan and the hot gaze of his eyes.

"You're going to pay for that, love." He stated with a growl.

She smiled, and moaned as he pushed inside her a little at a time. "So you say," She returned, grasping his shoulders as he continued to push inside her until he was pushed to the hilt.

She cried out, and felt her body adjusting to his, and knew in her mind, it was right. She recalled their past selves making love like this, and the memories brought a blush to her cheeks, because of the love between them, now they were different, and yet the same. She loved this man. This man sitting inside her, slowly pulling out his shaft, and pushing in with a rough thrust of his hips, causing her such immense pleasure she couldn't keep her head straight.

She loved him. That much was clear.

He loved her. She could tell by the look in his eyes, and the loving way he loved her. She cried out his name before letting out a breathy moan, riding him, rolling her hips, trying to reach the end.

This was better than her memories, better than her dreams. He filled her with every thrust, and made her whole with each pound. Sweat began to roll down their bodies, but they didn't care. Their focus was entirely on each other, and the pleasure they were receiving.

Moans and groans, oh's and yes' filled the small room. Klaus watched her face with a enraptured gaze, and caressed her cheek with his right hand.

Her eyes were nearly glazed over with passion, but she had just enough clarity left to crush her lips to his. With their cries muffled, they came together with a force that seemed to shake the entire room.

As her legs fell, unsteadily, to the floor, she opened her eyes, and tried to catch her breathe.

Their eyes met, and for a moment time stood still.

Klaus smiled, touching her face in tender movements, and watched as she returned the smile. "Better than memories," He whispered, watching her brighten even more.

"Much better," She returned, pulling him closer to kiss his lips, tenderly.

In the center of the room, the fire began to change color from its usual red-orange hue to a cobalt blue with a twinge of green in the center.

The couple didn't notice the change, nor did they care, all they cared for was continuing their dance on the floor, as they on top of their clothes.

~XXX~

Caroline gazed at the knife, shaking in her hands, and her vision became blurry as tears filled her eyes.

A hand covered hers, and she lifted her gaze. "I can't." She whispered, shaking her head.

Klaus smiled, and caressed her face. "Yes, you can, Caroline." He returned, lifting his dagger so it was even with hers. "We'll do it together." He remarked, sadness filling his eyes.

She nodded, and touched his face, tenderly. "I'll see you on the other side, my love." She promised, leaning forward to kiss him one last time, as the daggers were raced together, and in one swift movement, they entered the lovers.

~XXX~

Klaus caressed his lover's face, and brushed the hair from her forehead. Never had he known such bliss, even in his past life. Memories were still hazy to him, but for a moment, he didn't care.

The woman he had grown to love in the past three months was lying in his arms, gazing at him with her sea colored eyes.

Caroline smiled, and lifted her hand to touch his face. "If I had known you were this competent in the bedroom, I would have seduced you earlier." She remarked, watching him smile with a chuckle.

"Am I that good, love?" He asked, as she scooted closer to his body.

"Better," She answered, as his head came down to kiss her lips, tenderly. She hummed, and sighed when he pulled back. She saw the small hint of turmoil in his eyes, and she brushed her hand over his brow. "You still don't remember, do you?" She asked, shaking her head.

He sighed, and closed his eyes for a brief moment, before opening them to catch hers. "No, but I don't care. I have you, and that's all that matters." He answered, watching her smile, and place her hand on his shoulder, closest to the ground.

Her smile faded, slightly, as she studied his eyes. "I'll remember for the both of us." She whispered, watching him lower his eyes to nowhere in particular. "Klaus…"

He lifted his eyes to hers, and nodded. "We may be different people, Caroline, but…" He sighed, caressing her face with his free hand. "You own my heart again."

She smiled, and shifted on the ground to caress his lips with hers. "And you own mine." She whispered, hearing him groan in approval, before rolling her onto her back, and slid inside her with a precision that made her gasp in wanting.

"You are insatiable." She muttered, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist.

He smiled, and captured her lips. "I prefer motivated."

She laughed, loudly, before letting out a moan, as their love filled the room once more.

Outside the room, down the hall to the altar room the fire at the center of the altar, changed color, and Kol swallowed as he stepped back.

Bonnie stepped closer to her husband, and gripped his hand. "It's begun." She whispered, as Kol nodded, and turned his head to look at her.

"He knows they're here." Kol remarked, roughly.

Bonnie sighed, and shifted her gaze down the hall where she could vaguely hear the lovers. "Will they be ready?" She asked, absently.

Kol caressed her chin, and turned her face to meet his gaze. "They will, my darling." He whispered, caressing her chin, lightly.

She leaned into his side, and lifted her hand to caress his face. "Will he remember?" She asked, after a moment. "He was the one who stopped him before."

Kol nodded, and turned his gaze to the altar, where the fire was burning higher and hotter than before. "He will. Caroline will restore that which he has lost." Feeling his wife's hand caress his chest, Kol focused on her.

Grasping her hand on his chest, he lowered his head, and caressed her lips with his, and placed his forehead on hers. "All will be well, darling." He whispered, feeling her relax, slightly.

Bonnie nodded, and placed her head on his chest, as her arms wrapped around him. "I hope so, for all our sakes."

Kol sighed, as he wrapped his arms around her, securing her to his body. "So do I, Bonnie, so do I."

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