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Summary: AU / Original Vampire, Caroline Salvatore, will stop at nothing to break her Hybrid curse. Running from their father, Alaric, Stefan and Caroline come across Niklaus and Rebekah Mikaelson in the 1920's. Fearing that they were getting too close, Caroline compels them to forget, and daggers Stefan. Only for the four of them to meet again in 2012. Klaroline / Stebekah

The ride home had been silent and tense, but Klaus couldn't find the right words to say. Rebekah's hand was still slightly shaking as Klaus helped her out of their car. They made their way towards the door of the townhouse they were currently residing in, just within the outskirts of Chicago.

Klaus abruptly stopped a few feet shy from the door, causing Rebekah to question him. He placed his finger to his lips and motioned her to be quiet. Rebekah nodded and took a step back as she let her older brother take charge.

He narrowed his eyes at the door, looking warily at the slight opening in the entrance of their current residence. Someone had broken in, and had no intention about being subtle about it.

Klaus took a possessive stance in front of his little sister as the faint sounds of footsteps became more pronounced by the second. He cursed under his breath. The night was definitely becoming more disastrous than he ever intended.

Finally, a shadow appeared towards the doorway as the hinges creaked to reveal the intruder.

Rebekah gasped in surprise, as Klaus was left to stare wide eyed in belief at the figure in front of them.

"Forgive me for the late night intrusion. I thought that you had both left the city by now. I couldn't quite understand what kept me to wait in here but it seems that my patience has been rewarded" the man said, smiling warmly.

Rebekah ran towards him and enveloped in a tight embrace.

"Brother, I've missed you." she said, as she sobbed uncontrollably in her older brother's arms.

Elijah shot an inquisitive look at Klaus, as the latter mouthed later. Elijah nodded and motioned to come inside.

"Let's get you out of the cold, darling" he said, as he guided his little sister inside.

Klaus sighed and followed his siblings.

It seemed that the night was only beginning.

"Don't tell me our sister has gotten her heart broken yet again" Elijah commented, as he handed a glass of bourbon to Klaus.

Rebekah had fallen asleep moments ago in her room upstairs from exhaustion.

Klaus looked pensively at his older brother as he swirled the amber liquid in hand. Elijah might be his older brother, but he has yet to say the reason for his sudden visit. He has yet to give Klaus a reason to trust him.

"You could say that" Klaus answered. He decided to keep his answers vague for now. At least until he learns of Elijah's real motives.

Elijah sighed. "Niklaus, I would appreciate if you would stop acting as if I'm going to drive a stake in your heart any second now."

Klaus laughed bitterly. "Apologies, brother. The last time we saw each other was around half a century ago in Vienna. As I remember correctly, we did not part on the best of terms so excuse me if I am too wary of you."

Elijah assessed his younger sibling and downed the contents of his drink before setting the glass on the counter table.

"How much do you about the Originals?" the older sibling asked.

"Not much, I'm afraid. They say there are five Originals, all of which vampires have been created from. That's about it, I guess" Klaus said, still keeping up with the pretence of vagueness.

"Well, you are right. There were five Originals. Although only four walk among us"

Klaus raised his eyebrow. This was news to him. How intriguing.

"One of the five Originals was the Original Witch. She was not a vampire. She was the one who placed the spell to make her father and siblings immortal. As granting immortality upsets the balance of nature, she sacrificed her life as payment." Elijah continued as he stood up to refill the empty glass on the counter.

"How do you know this much about them, brother?" Klaus asked.

"I am seeing a Petrova doppelganger." he said simply, as he took his seat on the couch. His eyes flickered to his younger siblings face and saw the recognition in his eyes.

"I know that you know more than what you're letting on, Niklaus. Although, as your older brother, I suppose there's no harm in humouring you."

Klaus clenched his jaw in response. Elijah had always been too smart for his own good.

"As you may know, the Originals were made immortal by drinking the blood of a sacrificial woman, Tatia Petrova. Before she died, she gave birth to a child out of wedlock, allowing her bloodline to produce a doppelganger. The lady of whose company I've been with for the last few weeks had been the first doppelganger, Katherine Petrova."

Klaus had been aware of the back story of the Originals. It was only natural for him to want to dig up all the information he could possibly have on the most powerful family in the world of vampires. Knowledge was power after all.

He stayed silent as he looked on to his older brother to continue.

"Katherine was seduced by Stefan Salvatore in the early 1490's. She had been invited to stay with the Salvatores under the pretence of courtship, only to find out the underlying truth of their invitation."

The blonde vampire sat up straighter in reflex upon hearing Stefan's name. It had only been hours ago since he felt boiling rage towards the Original that his fury was reignited just by the mention of his name.

"Let me guess, your doppelganger finally realized she was in over her head and was about to be offered as the sacrificial lamb?" Klaus drawled, suddenly growing bored of the conversation.

"Precisely. Although I'm not entirely surprised that you know that much, Niklaus. I was right to presume you were withholding information from me" Elijah said, as he frowned at the blonde man sitting across him.

"I do not trust you, brother, in case you have yet to pick up on that sentiment. I refuse to believe that you came all the way here for story time. Why are you really here, Elijah?" Klaus spat.

Elijah merely chuckled in response. "Tell me, brother, are you aware of the Sun and the Moon curse?"

Klaus frowned. "Of course. That was the curse that your lovely doppelganger found herself being the sacrificial lamb for, wasn't it?"

"What if I told you that it's nothing but a well thought off ruse?"

Elijah watched as disbelief flooded his younger brother's features.

"Do not test me, Elijah. I do not have time for your games" Klaus warned.

The older vampire shook his head. "No games, Niklaus. The ritual that requires the sacrifice of a Petrova doppelganger is done to reverse the curse that dead witches placed on one of the Originals"

Klaus took a sharp intake of breath, as he tried to process the newly learned information.

"Which one?" he asked, hopeful that his voice would not give him away.

"The youngest one, Caroline Salvatore" Elijah said, patiently waiting for his younger brother's reaction.

The blonde gulped and nodded curtly. "Well, that's the first I've heard of it, that's for sure" he offered, weakly.

"Not a lot are privy to that information, Niklaus. Knowing you, I trust that you'll be keeping it that way."

"So what was the curse placed on the Original?" Klaus asked, carefully avoiding using Caroline's name.

"She had the werewolf gene in her. When she became a vampire, her bloodlust pushed her to kill people, which triggered the werewolf curse. When the dead witches found out, they placed a curse on her to keep her werewolf side dormant."

"So you're telling me that one of the Originals is a hybrid? That sounds ridiculous, brother. How do I know that you're not filling my head with lies?" Klaus asked, as he banged in fist onto the table in front of him.

"I see no benefits of lying to your face, Niklaus. I am only relaying to you what Katherine was kind enough to impart to me"

Klaus shook his head in disbelief at his brother. "You are so quick to believe a mere woman about things that do not concern us at all. If she were to be sacrificed, how did she even live long enough to tell you the tale?"

"Even though Stefan Salvatore had been the one to seduce Katherine, it was the older Salvatore brother who found himself caring for her. He set her free on the night of the sacrifice. She stumbled onto vampire servants in the castle and manipulated her way into getting turned into one of them, rendering her blood useless. Although, it seems that giving birth to a child is somewhat of a Petrova behavioural pattern. Only Katherine and her family knew of her child. With news of Katherine's escape, Stefan retaliated by killing every single person in the Petrova bloodline, all except for the child that was given way."

"As amusing as your night time story is, brother, you have yet to answer my earlier question. Why the need for story time? Why leave the company of your beloved doppelganger, and spend it lurking around a house you thought your siblings have abandoned?" Klaus asked. Even though Elijah was able to provide him important information, he was still wary of the price he was sure to be asked to pay.

"I am here as a warning, dear brother." he simply answered, causing Klaus to ball his fists in anger.

"To warn us of what?" Klaus growled, his temper getting the best of him.

"The eldest Salvatore, Alaric, or Papa Original as I like to call him is the vampire who hunts vampires. It is said that during his transition from human to vampire, the dead witches had managed to corrupt him. With the persuasion from the witches from the other side, he vowed to rid of the abomination that the Original Witch created. Although I'm positive to assume that you already knew that."

"You're testing my patience, Elijah. I said no more games."

Elijah stood up as he placed a hand on his brother's shoulder to calm him down.

"I am here to warn you that Alaric is on his way to Chicago. No vampire will be safe. Please take Rebekah and go somewhere far away." he said, as he vanished into the silence of the townhouse.

"Alfred, I said Earl Grey loose tea leaves, not stupid tea bags!" Caroline said, scolding the man as he scurried to fulfill his master's request.

Caroline let out a shriek of frustration. This whole English tea business was dissolving her into a neurotic mess.

"You really like that creep, don't you?" Stefan asked. He rolled his eyes at her as he made his way across the room to her side.

Caroline pouted at her older brother. "Is it so bad to enjoy the company of a fellow vampire every once in a while?" she asked.

Stefan frowned at her. He knew where this conversation was leading and he didn't like it one bit.

"Do you not enjoy my company anymore, dear sister?" he asked, playing her game.

Caroline scoffed at him in response.

"Please, Stefan" she begged him as she moved towards him and straightened out the wrinkles on his dress shirt. "I like him. Just indulge me, brother. Pretty please?" she asked, as she pouted at him, looking younger than her thousand years.

Stefan sighed, knowing he was defeated. Even as a Ripper, he found that he could never deny Caroline of what she wanted. "What do you want me to do?" he groaned, admitting his defeat out loud.

Caroline squealed in victory and hugged her older brother, causing Stefan to chuckle.

"I just want you to be on your best behavior. Do you think that you can manage that for one single afternoon?" she asked, letting go of his embrace.

"I'll try, but I'm not promising anything" he said, shrugging.

Caroline pouted at him again, and stared at him with silently pleading eyes. Stefan sighed once more. "Fine, you have my word."

Caroline grinned.

"Good. For a moment there, I thought I was losing my touch. Now, why don't you grab a drink and a change of clothes before they get here? I find you so much more agreeable to strangers when your system is pumped with fresh human blood." she said to him, shooing him away.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust at the thought of Stefan killing another maid. She shook her head slightly to clear her mind as she focused on the task at hand.

The invitations that she sent out had stated 2 PM, and it was already 10 minutes before 2. She had to hurry if she wanted to at least retain some dignity after the tea party.

"Stefan, be a dear and get the door, please?" she called out from the kitchen.

Stefan rolled his eyes and walked towards the front door. He took his time, moving at human speed, not wanting to confront the vampires on the other side of the door.

"Welcome to our home." Stefan said, as he greeted the siblings before him.

Rebekah gave him a strained smile, while Klaus offered a curt nod in response.

"Don't worry, I've already promised Caroline to be on my best behavior this afternoon. So I won't bite unless you bite. Fair enough, darling?" he asked, directing his question to the blonde woman.

Klaus instinctively placed his hand on her shoulder as support as he growled at the Original.

Rebekah found the courage to scoff at the Original, causing Stefan to chuckle at her reaction. He opened the double doors wider and motioned for the siblings to follow him inside.

Klaus threw Rebekah a worried glance before he followed her to where Stefan was leading them.

"Klaus, Rebekah! It's so wonderful to have you here. Thank you for letting me host this tea party. I just adore organizing parties!" Caroline said, as she greeted them.

She was wearing a yellow sundress that reached her knees, as she stood up to hug them both. Klaus felt his whole body tense at the sudden body contact.

"Thank you for having us, Caroline. I absolutely just love tea parties!" Rebekah said, gaining confidence in the company of the Originals.

Caroline smiled at her. "I wouldn't expect anything less from a true English lady, Rebekah. Please take a seat" she said, as she motioned to the sofa across from her.

Caroline took a seat in one of the sofas as Stefan took the seat beside her. The Mikaelsons promptly sat on the sofa across the table.

"You outshine the sun in yellow, love." Klaus said, directing a smirk at Caroline.

Stefan scowled at the vampire.

"I have no use for your compliments, Mr. Mikaelson but they are still very much appreciated" Caroline said with a wink.

Rebekah stifled a giggle as she watched Stefan struggle to contain his rage.

"Milk and sugar?" Caroline asked, being the perfect host.

"None for me, sweetheart." Klaus replied, as he watched Caroline pour tea into his cup. He was having a hard time focusing as the sight of Caroline in a sundress was doing all sorts of things to his concentration.

"What about you, Bekah?" Caroline asked, turning her attention to the other blonde woman in the room.

"Milk and one, please" Rebekah answered, still eyeing the angry vampire across from her. She mumbled a quick thanks as she was handed her cup. She took an initial sip before cringing at the taste. It was horrible. She sneaked a glance at Klaus and caught him cringing as well.

"How is it?" Caroline asked, gauging the siblings' reactions.

"Horrible", "Wonderful" they exclaimed at the same time.

Rebekah turned to her brother, terrified by his audacity to insult their host. "Have you lost your mind, brother?" she hissed at him as she smiled awkwardly at Caroline.

Caroline sighed as she placed her own cup down. "I know it tastes terrible, Bekah. Although, thank you for being polite."

Rebekah glared at her older brother as she watched as the Original's shoulders slumped slightly in disappointment.

"How about I teach you how to make a proper cup of English tea, sweetheart?" Klaus offered, as he stood up and offered his arm to the Original across him.

Caroline giggled in response as she linked her arm in his. "I would love that"

Throwing a sideway glance at her older brother, she grinned as she led Klaus to the kitchen.

"Try not to kill each other, darlings. I don't appreciate blood on the floor!" she playfully called out to the remaining occupants of the room.

Rebekah stared appalled at the other vampire in the room, causing him to wink at her.

Once they found themselves alone in the kitchen, Klaus slammed Caroline against the wall.

Caroline gasped as she felt his lips assault her neck with a trail of soft kisses while his hands wandered, exploring every curve of her body. His grip steadied on her hips as his lips crashed onto hers. Caroline moaned, as she opened her mouth wider, allowing his tongue entrance. She wrapped her arms around his neck as her fingers roughly played with his hair. He groaned as she pulled him closer to her, eliminating the space between them.

His kisses alternated between soft and rough, causing heat to pool between her legs. His hand wandered up to cup her neck as his other remained on her hip. She could only moan in response as he continued his attack on her lips. She heard him growl as her core brushed lightly against his erection.

He gently nipped at her bottom lip, before resting his forehead against hers. He was panting heavily, but so was she. Her head was dizzyingly heavy from the burning touch of his lips. It was as if he had set her entire body on fire. He smirked down at her, pleased at the reaction she was giving him. Pride swelled in his chest knowing that he was responsible for her current ravished state.

"I'm beginning to think that teaching me how to make a proper cup of English tea was merely a ruse to get me alone and have your wicked way with me" she whispered as she licked her lips.

"You really think that low of me?" he whispered back.

"Yes" she cheekily replied.

"You wound me, sweetheart." he replied, stepping out of her embrace as he clutched his heart in mock pain. She giggled at his antics and playfully swatted her arm.

"Now, care to show me where you keep the tea leaves, darling?" he asked as he glanced around the kitchen.

"You weren't kidding, were you?" she asked as she moved around to fetch the small container beside the stove.

Klaus chuckled at her. "Of course not, Caroline. It's almost criminal that a beautiful woman such as yourself can only produce such atrocious tasting tea."

Caroline frowned at him, unhappy at the reminder of poor tea making skills.

"I had an English lover once. He was so uptight about his tea. He would drone on and on about the proper way of making it. I knew I should've listened but I was too preoccupied at the time by putting his tongue to better use" she said, knowing the exact buttons to push.

Klaus growled at her and roughly pulled her body against his. "I will not have you talking about other men in my presence, love. You'll find that I'm a very jealous man." he said, as he kissed her.

Before she could respond, he had already released his hold on her, leaving her bewildered at the loss of body heat.

"The key to making English tea is to boil the water. Lukewarm water won't do." Klaus said, as he hovered over Caroline. His arms encircled her waist as she leaned in towards him. He dipped his head towards the crook of her neck as he breathed in the scent of vanilla and strawberries.

He trailed kisses on her body, beginning from temple, working his way down to her neck once again. She moaned as his lips hit a sensitive spot on the side of her exposed neck. She suddenly felt his fangs lightly grazing her skin, lingering enough without piercing it. She rubbed her legs reflexively, eager to create some friction.

The tea kettle whistled, signalling boiling temperature.

"Remember, love, a teaspoon of tea leaves per person is enough. Make sure that the tea leaves don't soak for too long, it'll only make it bitter. No one wants that" he whispered, as he continued his ministrations. Caroline could only nod her head in agreement. She placed three teaspoons of tea in the pot as the last few coherent thoughts left her mind.

Klaus smirked against her skin, enjoying the way her body reacted to his. His arm untangled itself from her waist as it made its way down to her thighs, causing a large intake of breath from Caroline. His fingers ghosted at the hem of her dress, lightly brushing against her soft skin. She gasped as he swirled circles against her inner thigh, his knuckles rubbing against her growing arousal.

"Klaus, the tea's going to end up bitter if you don't stop with your teasing" she scolded.

"Then you should've worn a different dress, sweetheart" he growled, as he spun her around and kissed her urgently.

A female scream suddenly pierced their ears, causing them to break apart.

They looked at each other in panic.

"Rebekah", "Stefan" they hissed simultaneously.

Author's note: Well, well, well. It seems that everyone's being naughty in the Salvatore household. I hope that makes up for the lack of Klaroline scenes in the last chapter. Instead of another flashback chapter, I decided to have Elijah tell the story of the Originals. Anyone here fans of Kalijah?

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