Hi guys, so my name starts with an M)) I'm from Russia and English is my second language so sorry for the many mistakes that are about to come. I still haven't found a beta, so...I apologize. This story is almost finished in Russian, but I decided to translate it into English, because I want my English speaker Klaroline family menbers to read it and I want to hear your opinion) If it's not that good, then I'll stop translating and just finish it in Russian) And also, it's a songfic, I have a lot of songs in the later chapters) Used them to inspire myself and to create the mood in the story. This chp doesn't have any, but there's a lot to come))

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Chapter 1

He needed some blonde to distract him. And he knew exactly where he could find one. He headed for the club, he and Marcel usually spent their evenings. A little bar in a basement was a magnet to anything supernatural. That club made it pretty easy to forget that there were any kinds other than vampires and witches. As the superior species, which they were, vampires celebrated their grandeur. Marcel made great effort to surround himself with loyal people – as any self-proclaimed King would do. With family as he put it himself. Klaus wanted what Marcel had: Power, loyalty, worship. He acted like a king and that was how people saw him. Women fell to his feet. A lack of attention wasn't something Klaus could complain about, but that was worthless when he couldn't get the only woman he cared about getting. His queen. Marcel on the other hand was more successful. A female bartender, Camille, who had caught Marcel's eye when they were walking down the French Quarter. She was alone. "She's either really brave or plain stupid" said Marcel that time. At first it amused Klaus to watch his protégé trying to win the girl over and not succeeding. It reminded him how he himself did everything just to make Caroline look at him without hate in her eyes. Big bad Marcel, who had every witch in the French Quarter in his hands, fell in love like a boy. With a human girl. That made him remember his friend Stefan. He could never understand, what they saw in those fragile mortal creatures. He had been searching for someone equal, intelligent, with taste and unique beauty. And he had found her.

Klaus laughed at the irony. He was trying to get away from thoughts about her and yet there he was. He caught himself thinking that the more he tried not to think of her, the more vivid and clear became her frame in his mind. And the weaker became his decision to forget her. He could win her after all. He should have just taken her with him, but he had left her…with Tyler. The puppy always got in his way, always stood between him and Caroline. Even when he sired him, and threatened to kill, even when he chased him away.

Marcel didn't have those problems. The witches one decided that kidnapping Camille and blackmailing Marcel wasn't a really foolish and naïve idea. They thought they could use his feelings towards her against him and stay alive. Needless to say they were wrong. But that day Camille found out who Marcel or rather what he was. One should hand it to her for taking it so lightly. She explained it simple by saying, that her grandmother had told her stories about the French Quarter, how and by whom it was founded. She was different from other humans – she was confident around supernatural creatures. Never let any vampire mistreat her. That was one of the reasons he didn't like her company. She made him think about Caroline.

Klaus stopped. He smiled and his dimples showed. Why search for a blonde when he can easily just go to the blonde? He knew where to find her. He turned around and headed for the bar, where Camille worked.

He made his way to the backdoor and there was Camille standing. She was talking on the phone. Klaus didn't care who she was talking to, so he didn't use his hearing he just waited for the right moment. Hot and ready easy woman who couldn't wait to be drained by him always were an option, but that was too boring. Klaus was a hunter in the first place.

Camille finished her conversation and headed for the entrance to the bar. With vamp speed Klaus was in front of her in an instance.

- Klaus! – she shrieked but gave a sigh of relief – You frightened me. I think sometimes you guys forget that I'm not a vampire and I don't have the same reaction - She smiled at him. Camille knew, that Klaus was a very closed up person, and probably she was fooling herself when she thought of them as friends, but he still intrigued her very much. She thought Klaus had much more to offer than he let on, than some would think. A thousand years of existence – that couldn't just pass without leaving some scars.

- Oh, believe me, love, we never forget there's a human among us. Bloodlust etc – he smiled but Camille noticed that there was something strange in his eyes. They seemed kinda empty.

- Oooookeeeey – she dragged out and tried to go around him and get into the bar. But he moved in tact with her blocking her way. He was trying to intimidate her, that was clear. But why? They were good friends with Marcel, weren't they? Marcel wouldn't tolerate anyone hurting her. She knew that in her heart – Did you want something, Klaus?

- Yes. I've never told you about a friend of mine, have I? – He locked his hands behind his back and for a moment got lost in his thoughts.

"Something is definitely the matter" crossed Camille's mind "Klaus telling something about himself willingly? Wonder, if it's about a woman" - What's their name?

- Caroline – that moment Camille saw something she had never saw – Klaus was smiling so genuinely. His smile was so open…as if he was a boy in love – You would have like her. Beautiful, strong, full of light. And very smart. You remind me of her. A lot.

- Is she a vampire too?

- Yes-yes. She's one of a kind. One of those vampires that relish in being one. She has the potential to enjoy all the great things about vampirism. If only she didn't hold onto her humanity - Klaus was talking with so much adoration, that Camille couldn't help but want to meet that Caroline. That girl should be something to charmed the Original so strong that his eyes lit like those of a smitten teenager's when he was talking about her

- I'm sure she an interesting person, well, vampire. Is she coming to NOLA? I would like to know her

- No – at that Klaus' mood changed drastically. His eyes lost their shine, the smile disappeared. She often saw such changes in Klaus' behavior – one minute he was laughing and flirting and the other all emotions on his face disappeared, and the people around him were left to wonder, what he was thinking – No, she isn't planning on coming to New Orleans. In fact, I don't know what she's planning right now, or where… - the silence fell between them. Klaus turned away from Camille and she let out the breath she was holding, she thought that strange conversation was over. But hardly could she turn in the direction of the door, he was standing in front of her again. This time he put his hands on her shoulders, keeping her in place and looked her right into the eyes – You won't move and you won't make a sound, while I'm enjoying your blood – There had never been a need to take vervain, because no vampire would dare try something like that on her. Compulsion. She couldn't move or do anything, she felt so helpless. She realized that that was the right moment to start panicking, but couldn't help her inner psychologist. Their earlier conversation stirred in her great interest. She wanted to know, what he would do next. A voice inside her kept reassuring her, that he wouldn't touch her. If he saw that vampire girl in her, then he wouldn't do her any harm.

- Nothing personal, love. I just need a distraction – and he pierced her neck with his fangs. A sharp pain struck her whole body, and her first instinct was to close her eyes. But as soon as she did, she felt some unknown force pushed Klaus away from her. She felt how she was regaining control of herself and immediately covered the wound with her hand.

- What are you doing, Klaus? Are you nuts? – Marcel pushed Klaus against the wall, which now had an indentation from the impact. Klaus' eyes were still glowing with yellow and blood was dripping from his fangs. He was smiling. Marcel was holding him in place by the neck, but Klaus looked very unconcerned. It was evident in his eyes, that Marcel was able to do so just because Klaus let him.

- What? I simply decided to take a stroll along the Quarter, and then I saw our lovely Cami – Klaus pointed at Camille, who was still standing in the same spot, holding her wounded neck. Her short nickname escaping Klaus' lips only pissed Marcel more – We were chatting so dearly when I got hungry and decided to take a snack. And you're interrupting – Marcel took a swing at Klaus, but the latter caught his fist and put an end to the "you actually can defeat the Original hybrid, your sire" charade and threw Marcel at the dumpsters. But Marcel quickly regain his posture and stood in a protective pose in front of Camille. He bit his wrist and gave her his blood. Without any questions or protest she accepted his care. All the while Klaus was just standing and watching them. She trusted him. But he was a monster, same as Klaus.

When Marcel made sure that Camille was ok, he redirected his attention to Klaus – What the hell is the matter? I thought we reached an understanding – my territory, my rules. One them is not to touch Camille – at that moment Camille's heart started beating like crazy. Marcel was too angry and focused on Klaus to notice, but it didn't skip Klaus' attention. He looked at her and smiled knowingly. But two can play this game.

- Marcel, calm down. I'm ok.

- That's right, Marcel. She's ok as you can see. No need to fuss about it.

- Klaus just didn't know hurting your friend would cause such a reaction from you – Both Marcel and Klaus were taken aback. Camille looked at Marcel to let him know that she knew what she was doing. And he trusted her – The thing is that if someone had done the same to his friend…Caroline was it? He wouldn't care at all – Klaus lost all his cool at those words. And that was exactly the reaction Camille wanted

- If anyone did as much as laid a finger on her, I would tear them into pieces – he growled out. And then it hit him, what the bartender was driving at – I understand – and in the next instant he was gone. Marcel wanted to go after the Original hybrid, but Camille stopped him by holding his hand – let him go. He's kinda out of it today.

- Are you sure? What was it even? Who's Caroline?

- Yeah, I'm sure – she realized suddenly that she still was holding his hand and let it go abruptly – Caroline…I didn't understand it fully, but he said she was his friend. You don't know her?

- The first time I've heard the name

- I think…he misses her. The only reason, he bit me is that I remind him of her – Marcel looked her up and down and his face showed a confused expression – What? – Camille asked him

- Strange…It's just that…Niklaus Mikaelson prefers brunettes.

He lost control. Usually he didn't care who he had for a snack, but he didn't want to do that to Camille. And when Klaus did, what he didn't want to, he felt like an animal backed into a corner. He needed to regain his sense of control. Unfortunately, Klaus knew only two ways of calming himself, when he felt the control slipping. The first way was to lock himself in his study and paint. But because the last time he had tried that he had ended up involuntary painting Caroline's portrait, that way was off the table. Leaving him with the second one.

- Oh, I'm sorry for bumping into you, I didn't mean that. I just spaced out…Oh my God, you're bleeding! – Klaus looked at his gray Henley and it was really stained with blood – Are you alright? DO you need help? – the girl talked fast and you could hear panic in her voice, a blonde curl falling onto her face. Klaus looked right into her eyes.

- You could definitely help me, love. What is your name?

- Kathy – answered the girl obediently Кэти - девушка послушно ответила

- Tell me, Kathy – he took one of her curls and put it behind her ear – Do you have any blonde girl-friends?

Rebecca got back home late. Unlike Nick she didn't want to die of boredom in that enormous mention they called home. That's why she had gone to one of parties at the local college. Elijah was right – they needed to turn a new leaf. And New Orleans was a great place to start anew. Well, if you don't count the her brother knocking up a werewolf girl part. That didn't lighten their enough as it is complicated relationship, but Rebecca was trying really hard to meet Nick halfway. She wanted to start again, she did. She even tried to forgive him for treating her like garbage in Mystic Falls. She blamed it all on the damned little town – everyone went crazy there. The original sister believed that their move to NOLA would be a good thing for them, even though at first she was unwilling to do it. Maybe the baby could help Nick find his redemption….Elijah believed that. So she would believe that too.

Hardy could Rebecca make a step into the mention, she smelled blood. The air was filled with it. She made her way to the living room with the fireplace, where her vamp senses told her to go to. When she entered the room she saw Klaus surrounded by women. Their bodies were covered in bites and blood was dripping from their lifelessly hanging hands and legs. It was dripping…on her carpets! She would kill Nick! But what caught her eye was that all the women were blonde. She had told him to find a distraction, but that was too much. In a split second she was standing in front of him. She would give him a piece of her mind, give it to him good. He should know better than to strain her carpets. But when she looked Klaus in the eyes, she lost all the words. She had seen Klaus at different points in his long life, and definitely she had seen him feed. But that was just wrong. His eyes were empty. There was nothing, even the satisfaction from feeding on fresh blood. On the contrary, she could stop a hint of frustration.

She flashed out of the living room and took out her sell – Elijah…we have a problem.