Reunion

"Wow. You look hot Care!" Shouts Bonnie over the music.

Caroline just gives her a smile, while making a White Russian. She knew she looked great. The red and black female version of the Bloodlust uniform that she saw on Justine earlier, really celebrated all her ass...correction. Assets.

It is officially the night shift. In every corner of Bloodlust, their was either make out sessions, drunk fueled dancing, or vamps feeding.
the dj is playing all the right stuff, keeping all the patrons gouging on food, blood and each other.

And Caroline, for her first night, isn't breaking a sweat.

she was in her element.

Dancing along with the music, she glides to the awaiting customer, giving them their drink.

"Thanks hot buns," the guy says and she winks at him. She works her way along the bar, taking orders and making drinks.

"Sunshine's really enjoying herself," says Kol into Bonnie's ear.

His breath makes her skin tingle, sending electricity through her body. As always, Bonnie tries brush it off.

"For sure."

"Maybe we should make our own fun," says Kol seductively into her ear. "It's been awhile."

Bonnie couldn't help the excitement that went through her with that statement.
She rolls her eyes. "It's only been two days, sex fiend."

"Your point?" He asks slipping his hand under her shirt and cupping her left breast. Bonnie closes her eyes reflexively and lets out a moan.

"You know you want to..." He whispers.

"We have to see this through," she says, trying to regain control of herself. " I don't want to miss the main event."

He kisses the nape of her neck then, sending a rush of adrenaline and tingles throughout her body. "Trust me my mega-witch. I'll make it worth your while."

She turns her face, capturing his mouth in hers.

That was all the consent he needed. He grins aganist her lips as he vampire speeds her into a dark corner and gets to work.

He pulls back her low cut shirt just enough for her left breast to pop out. Kol quickly takes it in his mouth, causing Bonnie to let her an excited gasp.

"Oh my god!" She says grabbing his back, digging her nails into it.

He lifts her up, pushing her skirt up her thighs.

"So glad you didn't wear jeans," he murmurs huskily, kissing her neck as she unbuttons his pants. Her hands are around his cock in no time, the sheer pleasure making him snap his head back and groan. Looking in her eyes, he pulls away her hand and eases into her, letting a hiss escape her lips.

He wanted to take her time with her, but they had other business. He kisses her roughly as He plows into her, her hips lowering, granting him greater access. He grabs on waist, and they move together in the haze of their sexual escapade, breaking their heated kiss to let out a heavy sigh as they reach their peaks together...

After cleaning themselves, they make it back into the club. Bonnie quickly looks around. Caroline was still working with a smile on her face. Klaus was nowhere to be found.

"Good. We didn't miss it," she says relieved.

"Ahh, My dear brother. When he sees Caroline..."

"He's gonna blow," grins Bonnie.

"Man, my timing is impeccable," he nods upwards with his trademark grin.

Bonnie follows his gaze, her grin growing also.

Klaus, the king of New Orleans had made his entrance. He's flawless in a black, fitted designer dress shirt with black washed jeans. There are no traces of a smile on his lips as he descends, making his way to his regular VIP booth near the stage where the DJ played. All the females stare as the men avert their gazes from Klaus in reverent fear.

Justine and two other males, flock to his side, keeping their heads low as they approach.

Other people start to line up around the booth. One at a time, they sit with Klaus, talking to him.

Eventually, Bonnie and Kol watch as Klaus calls over Justine and speaks to her. He gestures to the female next to him in blue.

"He's ordering drinks" says Kol, in excitement. "Show time!"

"Let's get some better seats. I don't wanna miss this," says Bonnie. "You got the popcorn?"

"Not in this place. Nachos?"

"Good enough. Let's go."

They make their way to a corner of the nightclub and get great seats to watch the drama that was about to unfold.

So that is Klaus, the King of New Orleans.

Caroline watches him from the minute he comes down the stairs till the moment he settles into his VIP booth.

He did have an air of power about him. The way he walks, sits, acknowledges others with just a stare or a nod...you wouldn't think he was a killer.

She forces herself to tear her gaze from him, trying to focus on her work.

Care had heard all the horror stories about the King of New Orleans. the invincible, heartless, psychotic, blood thirsty, 1,000 year old, mass murdering hybrid.

But no one talked about her utterly hot he was!

She never seen a man wear a shirt the way he wore a shirt. The slightest movement exposed his lean muscles. He wasn't a bodybuilder, but those two buttons left open near his collar exposes enough skin to make you drool and want to run your hands all over his chest. He had a presence that didn't ask for obedience, but demanded it.

All these things and more just made unbelievably sexy to Caroline.

Sexy?! Caroline. You better stop it. He's Lucifer himself. He'll snap your neck just cause he's bored.

But he's so hot! Says her hormones. I can't even remember the last time I got laid!

Hes a Mass murderer! Psycho! Monster! You can do better! Shouts her conscience.

"Hey! Bartender!"

Caroline looks up and smiles. "Hey Justine!" Caroline already liked her vampire supervisor. In the last few hours, she found Justine to be laid back and a bundle of fun.

"How's it going?" She asks warmly.

"Great! This place is amazing! The music, the food..."

"I'm glad you like it. I would love to stay and chit chat but the boss man wants drinks."

Caroline tries to keep her voice light. "What kind?"

"A cosmo for his lady friend and something strong for him. Real strong."

"I got just the thing."

She turns around to grab a bottle of vodka, but Justine stops her.

"FYI doll. The bartender before Kent got his head torn off for giving Klaus a bad drink. Literally. So. Yeah. Give it your best shot."

Great.

Within five minutes, Justine comes back. She glances at the drink next to Cosmo. "What is it?"

Caroline smirks as she mixes another drink for a nearby customer. "A Godfather with a twist: Amaretto, Scotch, and a few secret characters, straight up."

"The boss does love his scotch," murmurs Justine, as she picks it up.

"Yeah," she glances at him quickly. "He looks like the type."

Justine smiles, takes a deep breath and runs off.

Caroline sighs. Those might be the last drinks I ever make. She gives another customer her winning smile as she pours him a drink.

Oh well. We all die someday.

Boredom. That's the word for tonight. I look at Jessica, the vampire entrepreneur of an art studio not to far from here. They had some rare antiques, some of which Caroline begged me to display throughout Bloodlust behind tempered glass of course.

I sigh heavily, pushing back yet again the flashes. Ever since i left that witch last night, I saw my memories with Caroline aganist my will with my naked eyes. The memories of our 17 years together, playing back in living color, like it was happening all over again. The flashes were momentary, but left me emotionally drained afterwards.

I came back to the conversation in time to hear Jessica question:

"So, how many pieces you want me to send you on Tuesday?"

"Five will be sufficient."

I glance down at the dance floor and groan inwardly at the seven others lined up to speak with me about more irrelevant matters.

Where the hell was my drink?!

As if hearing my thoughts, dear Justine walks up to us.

"Here's your Cosmo Madame," she says warmly, "and for you Boss, a house special."

I nod, as I take it from her hand. "It better have scotch," i mutter. I know I didn't tell her that originally but the bloody girl was hired by Caroline herself. Even with my compulsion, she should of remembered the basics.

I watch relief flush through her features. "It does."

"Excellent." I take a sip, and Justine takes a step back, seeing my change in expression.

"Oh God. It's horrible," she mutters.

"No..." I whisper. "Kent didn't make this." It wasn't a question.

"No. He actually quit today. I hired a newbie. I would have told you but you said you didn't want to be disturbed."

As she was talking, I scan the room more carefully, purposely not looking towards the bar.

My jaw clenches as my eyes land on the Bennett witch and Kol.

They have smug looks on their faces, and Kol in his cockiness even has the audacity to lift his drink to me, confirming what I knew to be true the minute I sipped the drink.

Caroline is here. And they brought her. Damn them!

I drain the cup, as Justine adds:

"It doesn't just have scotch, it's has..."

"...amaretto and a few secret characters," I finish for her, as I stand.

I barely register Justine saying, "yeah. How did you know?" as I found myself making my way to the bar.

"Jessica. We'll recommence our meeting tomorrow."

"No...no problem."

I was already cutting through the crowd, the anticipation growing within me as I get closer and closer...

I knew I should avoid her at all costs, but having her so close, draws me in like a moth to a flame. I steel myself, ready to look upon my Caroline for the first time in 3 years.

As if bending to my will, The crowd parts slightly enough for me to see her mixing drinks in a red and black Bloodlust uniform.

The memory of when she wore it for the first time, invades my mind...

"You can't be serious love," I say with a chuckle. It looked great on her, hugging all her curves in all the right places. She looked delicious.

She gazes at me with that playful twinkle in her eye. "Listen. I want to earn my keep, Klaus. You're not my sugar daddy," she smiles at me, making me smile back.

"Do you even know what you're doing?" I sit down at a nearby stool.

She rolls her eyes. "Seriously? you've got to learn how to be a better friend. Talking me down like that..." Shaking her head.

"It was an innocent question," i explain, enjoying the playful banter between them that had become so natural." As your boss, I think I have the right to know your qualifications before your work the night shift here," I try to give her my most serious stare, but she rolls her eyes at me, breaking my facade.

"Stop it!" She says quickly covering her eyes, "I told you about that dimpled grin of yours."

"Forgive me love," I laugh, "you set me up I swear!" I try to look as normal as possible as she peeks through her fingers.

"You're still doing it."

I pull her hand away from her eyes, the contact raising my blood pressure. Our eyes meet and I can hear her heart race, knowing that our contact did not go unnoticed by her, "can you blame me for enjoying you?" My gaze now intense, feeling that want to have her right there on that bar table.

She shrugs, pulling her hand away. "I guess. I am super sexy, talented and cool."

You have no idea. "I agree with two. As for talent, I hereby reserve judgement until you make me a drink."

She cocks an eyebrow. "Fine. Challenge accepted."

She looks at the liquor we have in stock. She grabs a bottle of scotch, silently pleasing me, but she didn't need to know that.

"Who says I like scotch?"

"I say so. You totally look like a scotch man."

I chuckle again, shaking my head as she grabs some amaretto and vodka.

I frown. "Scotch is not an easy drink to mix. Are you trying to kill me?"

"You said you want to see my talent and now you're freaking out? Seriously, why don't you shut your mouth and close your eyes?"

"Fine." I lean back, and close my eyes. I hear the glass clang on the table before me. I open my eyes, and feign concern, sniffing it.

Caroline laughs. It sounds like music, caressing my eardrums. I can listen to it all day. "I didn't put any poison in it...This time. Just a few secret characters."

"That would of been a shame if you did. Especially when were supposed to be such good friends."

She leans in. She puts her elbows on the table and rests her chin in her hands as she studies me downing the drink in one swig. It was a bit sweet, but strong. Like her. I mused. it had an undeniable burn due to the Vodka. It was good. Real good.

"Another."

She claps, giggling. "I'd be happy to make you another Godfather with a twist, AFTER you admit I'm talented."

I give her one of my smirks. "I still reserve judgement."

She pouts. "Come ON! When will you admit it?"

I lean forward, bringing my face inches from hers. i hear her breath hitch but she doesn't move away as I say softly:

"When I have you in my bed," I whisper.

She holds my gaze, biting her lip. Then, she says, just as softly, her breath tingling my skin: "When pigs fly."

Done with the games, I raise my hand and caress her cheek. It flushes red under my touch. "You can't tell me you don't want me as much as I want you."

She pulls away. "I dont. We're only friends. Don't ruin it," she says stubbornly.

Before I can stop myself, the words i've been thinking ever since she came here months ago fell out of my mouth: "and what if I want more?"

Her eyes narrow at me. "I don't think your baby's mother would be okay with that."

My blood boils with the reference of Hayley.

"Who told you?" I ask, keeping my voice even.

She grabs a rag and starts wiping down the table.

"Does it matter?" She asks sharply. She was angry. She scrubs the table harder, not looking up. "I can't BELIEVE you have the nerve to still say stuff like that to me. What's your plan, huh? Have your baby with were-whore, and have me on the side? I guess it makes sense with this new king thing you're looking to achieve: Heir, Queen, mistress..."

I flash to her side, behind the bar.

"Hayley means NOTHING to me. NOTHING!" i growl, fiercely.

She shakes her head, still scrubbing the table, not facing me.

"That may be so now, but when she has that kid and becomes the mother of your children, she wont be. Deep down you know that. That's why you didn't tell me."

I could hear the hurt in her voice lacing her anger. i notice the water droplets falling on the table.

I lift up her chin, and see her beautiful blue eyes shining with tears. My anger dissipates, and my heart clenches in my chest. I had never seen her cry before.

"Caroline," i cradle her face in my hands, "Don't let this Hayley setback destroy what we have," I say, finding myself pleading with her. We had come so far. I don't think I could bear if she went back to hating me.

She immediately steps back, angrily brushing away the moisture from her eyes. "I thought we could still be friends. Really. But the more I think about you making love to her..."

"There was no love involved Caroline! It was a liquor fueled one night stand!"

"You know what?" she throws the rag down and puts up her hands. "I can't do this. It's just too much. I gotta get out of here. From this bar, from you. God! It was such a mistake coming here!"

I close the distance between us. "You don't mean that," I say softly.

"I do!" She shouts in my face. "Really I do! I hope you and Hayley have a wonderful life together! I'm getting out of this town!"

I grab her against me, causing her to struggle aganist me. "Let me go Klaus!"

"No," I say strongly.

"Let me go!"

"No! I will not!" I shout back.

She stops struggling and gazes at me furiously. "Why?!"

"Cause I want you," I say, the amount of passion in my voice surprising even me. " I need you and I can't let you go. Not anymore. You mean too much to me."

Her gaze softens. "Klaus, no..."

I cover her mouth with mine. her retort dying on her lips.

The minute our lips connect, it was clear that this was long overdue. To my surprise, she grabs me by the back of my neck and pulls me closer. I'm Already at the brink of losing control. The heat, the lust building rapidly as my tongue explores her mouth for the first time. She sighs and pulls away just enough to bite hungrily on my lower lip.

I lose it.

I had her on the bar table in an instant, her arms wrapping around me as suck on her neck, marking her.

"Klaus..." My name comes out under breath like a caress, making me jeans tighten around my painfully hard erection.

I rip the top of her uniform, and pause to visually devour the swell of her breasts under her red lace bra, the curve her waists, the creaminess of her skin. It surpassed all my fantasies.

It...was...perfection.

Her voice stops the memory, making me quickly notice that I had made my way behind the bar and was standing next to her. Like all those years before.

As she looks at me, the fear is evident in her eyes, but not in her voice. "Hello Boss," she says casually. "Here to kill me? Was the drink THAT bad?" she asks with a hand on her hip. Completely daring and confrontational. So Caroline.

I step closer, and inhale deeply her scent as i tuck a loose blond curl behind her ear. She stares back at me in wonder, as my hand travels down to her cheek.

It wasn't until now I realized how much I missed her. How empty I've been since she left.

She was everything.

"No," I say softly, "it was perfect."

Her eyes widen with surprise. "Your voice...that accent..." She grabs my face between her hands. The contact is like a jolt of electricity. Immediately a barge of flashes swarm my vision with such intensity that I can't think.

"I know you," she whispers. "You're the one that's been talking in my head."

She remembers me?! Despite the compulsion, she remembers me?! Without thinking, I kiss her. After a few seconds, she steps back, and punches me.

In a millisecond, over a 100 vampires and werewolves move to attack her, one already grabbing her by the neck.

She quickly twists his arm and pushes him across the room, before a werewolf jumps on her back.

"ENOUGH!" i shout. Everything stops just as i yank the werewolf off her. as he falls to floor, i rip his heart out. when i turn around, Caroline is gone.

With a heavy sigh, I stand up, just as Justine runs up to me.

"You alright boss?" she asks urgently.

"Fine. Just take care of..." my voice trails off as i notice the werewolf's blood stained teeth.
Caroline's blood.

Panicked, I run out of the club, trying to pintpoint her scent. Nothing?! I start to run but Kol stops me.

"Out of my way Kol!"

He grabs me.

"just...give her time to cool off Brother," he says as I smell the witch coming up behind me.

"She doesn't have any time! That blasted werewolf bit her! I have to find her!"

"You won't be able to," says Bonnie. "There's magic masking her scent. I think...I think someone took her."

My eyes widen, as fear clenches my heart. I walk up to Bonnie.

"You have to find her!" Madness nearly overtaking me. "She'll die!"

"I know Klaus!" grabbing me by the arms, trying to calm me. "I'll just need a few things from you."

I take a deep breath. "Name it."

I groan, my head throbbing.

I'm in some bedroom. A nearby lamp is on. I sit up, wincing in pain. I touch my neck, my blood turning cold.

"Nasty bite you got there Caroline," says a man's voice, coming out of the shadows.

He had a Caramel skin and a lean muscular figure. His hands were behind his back, a warm smile on his lips. The former king of New Orleans.

My eyes grow wide. "You're...you're..."

"Marcel. Nice to see you again Queenie. Now you mind telling me where your daughter's body is?"

"Daughter? Vampires cant have kids," I snap.

"Stop playing games with me Care!" he shouts in her face. "I know Klaus took her. So. Where...is...Claire?!"

A/N FYI, I've updated the last chapter a little with some foreshadowing of Marcel. This chapter was real hard to write since I wanted the Klaus and Caroline reunion to be believable. Hope you enjoyed!

Next up, Caroline gets some surprising info from Marcel, as Kol, Bonnie and Klaus work together to track down Caroline before it's too late. More Claire backstory and an update on Silas. As always, reviews and feedback are welcome ;).