Well, Yeah. This is really shitty excuse for a chapter, but I'm working on it. This my first fanfic and I'm a little new to having people actually wait for me. So far you guys have been super duper awesome with all the favorites and follows. PLEASE REVIEW THOUGH. Yeah more reviews means I might write faster. No promises though.
I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS AND STUFF. (IF I DID THOUGH ;) )
Caroline stretched out on her bed just as the sun began to peak through the thin curtains covering her window. The bed in her hotel room was surprisingly soft and she had slept the entire night, something she rarely accomplished in Mystic Falls. She didn't know if it was the driving or just getting away from the town, but she felt free and calm.
With a small smile on her face Caroline got of the bed and walked over to her suitcase to fetch her clothes for the day. She wanted to bed on the road as soon as possible. 'I wonder where Stefan is going to take me' she thought to herself with curiosity as she rifled through her bag for the perfect clothes.
Stefan
Stefan awoke well before the sun rose with an maniacal plan brewing his head.
He had suggested New Orleans originally just to see her reaction, but now he was strongly considering the possibility.
Of coarse he knew that Caroline would object. She may be dreaming out klaus, but she clearly had no intention of admitting it.
With a rush of inspiration Stefan fished his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through the contacts until he reached the Ks.
His finger tapped on the screen as he stared at the call button with slight hesitation.
If Caroline found out what he was planning he knew he'd be absolutely fucked.
But yet that wasn't stopping him.
'here goes nothing' Stefan mumbled to himself as he pressed the button and slid the phone up to his ear.
Klaus
Klaus paced outside of the manor as he thought about his life.
He had a strange feeling that something was off.
His steps echoed through the empty streets as he paced back and forth trying to find the source of his unnerved feeling.
The past few weeks working with Marcel had been surprisingly easy. Although he would never tell anyone Marcel had been extremely helpful and he didn't mind sharing the throne.
He understand that there could be future problem, but for the moment everything seemed perfect.
However, a thousand years of running will leave a certain uneasy feeling in anyone's bones and Klaus couldn't shake his.
He continued pacing as the sun rose and filled the sheets with rays of golden light.
He loved this city and would do anything to protect it, but for now an eerie calm settled in the streets. He hated to admit it but Klaus was beginning to think that the feeling he had was the feeling of peace.
He had accomplished his goal of reclaiming the city and things with Hayley were going better than he could have ever anticipated.
He had never wanted to be a father and in no way did he love the girl, but nonetheless he felt a slight excitement of having a child of his own.
Giving up on trying to find the source of his emptiness Klaus retreated into the house and walked down the long hallway to his studio.
Inside the spacious room were dozens of canvases filled with numerous depictions. Some were places in New Orleans, others abstract and some were of people. The people varied from his family to strangers that he would see while sketching.
Klaus smiled as he walked through his studio until he reached the very back corner.
Against the wall were maybe fifteen paintings that varied in size, color, and lighting. However, on each piece the muse was the same.
A stunning blonde that Klaus wasn't ready to forget.
A slight buzzing from Klaus's pocket broke him from his trance and alerted him that he was being called.
Klaus took the phone from his pocket and strolled away from the paintings as he glanced at the screen.
Stefan Calling
Klaus gave a small shake of his head, 'this should be fun' he thought to himself as he slid the phone to his ear and accepted the call.
"Good Morning Rippah, to what do I owe the pleasure?"