I apologize for the long wait, but I had a family crisis to deal with, and it caused me to have severe writer's block.
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Bonnie sighed as she wiped the young woman's forehead with a cloth. She glanced up at the young woman's friend, and smiled.
"She's going to be fine." She replied, calmly.
Camille nodded her head. "I just don't understand why you have to take care of her. Why couldn't the doctor?" She asked, in a frantic manner.
Bonnie placed the cloth in the water basin, to her right, and stood up. "Because the doctor had other calls to make, and I'm one of the few people in the castle who is a healer." She explained, calmly.
Camille nodded, and sighed sorrowfully. "I'm sorry. It's just…" She trailed off, sitting down on the bed to Sophie's right. "Sophie is all the family I have, and if something ever happened to her, I don't know what I would do." She whispered, sorrowfully.
Bonnie nodded, and sighed. "I understand, but don't worry. She's going to be fine." She replied, walking around the bed to touch Camille's shoulder.
"Is she awake?"
Bonnie turned and smiled lightly at Klaus, who was standing in the doorway. His eyes moved to the woman lying in the bed, and his features darkened, as if a bad memory was taking over his mind.
Bonnie shook her head. "Not yet, Klaus." She whispered, stepping towards him.
Camille stood up, and her eyes widened. "You're Klaus?" She asked, glancing at Bonnie.
Klaus gave a curt nod. "I am." He replied, shortly.
Camille bowed slightly, and he could see the fear in her eyes. She knew.
He turned his attention to Bonnie. "Let me know when she awakens again." He whispered, softly, but in a demanding tone.
Bonnie nodded. "Of course." She replied, studying his face.
Klaus glanced at her and nodded, before turning on his heel to leave the room, as quickly as he could.
Bonnie turned her head and glanced at the woman in the bed. Why did Klaus suddenly become dark when he saw this woman? Why would she want to see him?
Bonnie frowned as she considered the questions, and turned her head to the door where Klaus had left from a few minutes before.
She turned to Camille, and gave a wan smile. "I'm going to leave for a few minutes, but I'll return." She replied, softly.
Camille nodded, and sat down beside her friend once more.
Bonnie nodded, and walked out of the room. She needed to find Kol.
~X~
Klaus stormed into the library, and grabbed the first thing he could reach, a brown book, and flung it across the room, as fast and hard as he could.
He growled when heard the crash, and grabbed another object, and flung it.
"Easy, Klaus, you could actually break something."
Klaus closed his eyes for a brief moment, stalked across the room to the far shelf, and grasped the brown shelf tightly.
"What do you want, Jean?" He asked, staring at the books.
Jean shrugged, as she closed the door behind her, and approached him. "I saw you stalk in here like a man possessed, and you know me, I have to know what's going on." She stated as she studied the books on the floor.
Klaus shoved away from the shelf, and turned to face her. "Some things are better off not knowing, Jean." He growled out, going to the picture window, which overlooked the far river.
Jean shrugged once more and approached. "Well, you know me. I want to know everything, especially things better off not knowing." She stated, with a smirk.
Klaus shook his head. "Trust me; you don't want to know this." He whispered, his eyes becoming distant.
Jean sighed. "Klaus, you're my friend, my brother, you know you can talk to me." She replied, softly, watching his face soften slightly at her words.
Klaus turned his head, and glared at her. "Some things are best left alone." He stated, brushing past her towards the door.
"Will you tell Caroline?" She asked, turning to face him, and watched as he stilled, and bowed his head.
Klaus slowly turned around, and faced her. "I don't know if I can." He whispered, his eyes once again becoming distant.
Jean tilted her head. "Well, if you won't talk to me, maybe you should talk to her, I mean, she is your wife." She replied, with a smile.
Klaus frowned. "She wouldn't understand." He whispered, turning his head.
"She might, if you explain it to her." She replied, watching him. "Does this have anything to do with the two women who came to the castle last night?" She asked, stepping towards him.
Klaus nodded. "Yes, it does." He whispered, as his body stiffened slightly.
Jean sighed. "Do you know them?" She asked, stopping within a few feet from him, placing her hands on her stomach.
Klaus nodded. "One of them, a long time ago." He whispered, lowering his eyes.
"How well did you know this woman?" She asked, bracing herself for the worst.
Klaus smirked. "Not as well as you might thing, Jean." He stated, walking over to a large chair, and sat down. "She was just a friend, nothing more." He replied, propping his right arm up, and began to rub his chin with his right hand.
Jean nodded. "You didn't sleep with her, did you? Please tell me you didn't." She asked, bowing her head, and walking toward him, holding up her hands. "Because it would mean that I would have to kill you." She added with a roll of her eyes.
Klaus shook his head with a slight smile at his friend's remark. "I didn't." He replied, looking off into the distance. "I killed her father." He added in a whisper.
Jean gave a slow nod. "And she was still your friend." She stated, though wanted it to be a question.
Klaus nodded. "Her father was…" He began, dropping his arm, slowly looking up to Jean. "He was abusing her. I stopped him before he could kill her." He finished, looking down.
Jean swallowed hard at his words. "You saved her life." She whispered, lifting her head. She knew Klaus was noble, especially when it came to fatherly abuse. He couldn't stand it, perhaps because he had withstood it as a child, and he couldn't stand it being done on anyone else. It was one of the best things about Klaus.
Klaus nodded once more. "I did, just like I saved you, and we remained friends, until…" He trailed off again, his eyes filling with hatred.
"Until what, Klaus?" She asked, looking at him. When he wouldn't answer, she huffed. "Damn it, Klaus, until what?!" She shouted in his face.
Klaus abruptly stood up, and glared at her. "Until she sold me out to Marcel." He stated, harshly, turning on his heel to walk out the room.
Jean watched as he slammed the door. She sighed, and her brown eyes narrowed as she soaked in his words. She didn't even get the bitch's name, but she could bet the woman was not going to be a welcome addition to the castle once she woke up. Nobody betrays Niklaus Mikaelson. Nobody.
~X~
Caroline smiled as she watched her son crawl around his play room, and couldn't help but laugh as he struggled to grab the blanket, draping down from the small table in front of him.
"David, I don't think you can reach it." She replied, with a small laugh.
David reached out his chubby little hands, and giggled as he kept missing the blanket. Caroline shook her head, and stood up from her rocking chair. She smiled as she scooped up her son, and lifted him up the air.
David let out a laugh as his mother twirled him around, and Caroline laughed with him, as she slowed down, and brought him to her chest. Softly she kissed his forehead, and smiled.
"You are just like you father." She whispered, with another kiss.
"That could be a bad thing."
Caroline smiled as she turned to see her husband in the doorway. Her smile faded as she took in his face.
"What's wrong?" She asked, stepping towards him, and struggled to keep her son from reaching for his father.
Klaus sighed, and smiled softly as he took his son from his wife's arms.
Caroline smiled and touched her son's soft head, which was almost covered in dark sandy blonde curls, like his father. "Klaus." She whispered, lifting her eyes to his.
Klaus frowned. "I didn't get to speak to the woman, but I can just imagine what she wants." He stated in a low tone, grasping his son's hand in his.
"What?" She asked, searching his eyes.
He took a deep breathe, and sighed. "Nothing, love." He whispered, which meant, to Caroline, that he would tell her later.
Caroline sighed as David placed his head on Klaus' chest. She smiled as she touched her son's head, and looked up into her husband's eyes. "He is his father's son." She whispered, softly.
Klaus sighed and looked down at his son, his face contorting in a contemplative phase.
"Klaus, what is it?" She asked, as she studied him, and the minutes seemed to drag on.
Klaus shook his head, and carried his, now, sleeping son to his crib, and gently laid him down. He watched his son move his bottom lip in a silent cry in his sleep. Klaus smiled as his son's fist opened and closed, and he placed his right pointer finger in his son's small hand. His smile widened as the tiny fist wrapped around his finger.
He lifted his head slightly when he felt a hand on his back.
A sigh left his lips as Caroline's head fell on his shoulder. It was moments like this that made him think he could do anything, and forget about his past, but as always the past comes to bite him in the ass. He straightened and gently pulled his finger out of his son's grasp, and gently grasped his wife's hand with his right. With one last look at his sleeping son, he turned with his wife by his side, and left the room.
Caroline followed him as they entered their room, and softly closed the door, watching as Klaus began to pace.
"What is it?" She asked, as he placed his right hand over his chin in his thinking phase.
Klaus glanced up at her, but shook his head. He didn't want to tell her for fear that she would look at him with new eyes. She told him before that no matter what he had done in his past or what he would do would ever take her love away, and he believed her, but this time he wasn't so sure.
Caroline rolled her eyes, and approached her husband. Reaching out with both hands, she grasped his upper arms, causing him to stop.
"Klaus." She whispered, searching his distant eyes.
He sighed as closed his eyes. "If she's here, then it's for a reason." He began in a low voice.
Caroline tilted her head, and narrowed her eyes. "What reason?" She asked, for herself and for Klaus.
His face clouded over. "I don't know, but it won't be good." He answered, with worry. "Especially if it has to do with Marcel." He stated with venom.
Caroline tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders. "Who is Marcel? And how do you know this person?" She asked, watching his face contract.
"Marcel is danger, Caroline." He stated, reaching forward and grasping her upper arms in his hands. "Believe me when I tell you he is no one you wish to know." He added, in a stern voice.
Caroline searched his eyes. "Nik, what did he do?" She asked, realizing there was something more behind his words.
He lifted his head back, and stared. "It's not so much to what he did, but what I did to him." He whispered, looking off into the distance, as his hands dropped from her arms, and he stepped back.
"What did you do?" She asked in a hushed whisper, but he still heard. "Klaus, talk to me." She replied, watching as his back stiffened.
Oh, he wanted to tell her, but how could he? Could he tell her about his atrocious past? Would she still love him? She might, but he would always wonder if it would turn into pity or worse, hate. It would kill him inside if he ever heard those words spoken from her mouth, and her eyes.
Caroline watched him with his back facing her. She knew he had a horrible past, and she knew part of it, but she always suspected there was something more hidden deep within his past that he carried with him. A burden that she knew needed to be lifted. Taking a tender step forward, she walked towards him, and slowly placed her arms around his back, where her palms would rest on his chest, and placed her head against the base of his neck. She felt him relax under her touch, and she knew he wouldn't talk yet, but she needed to let him know that when he was ready she would be there. Always be there to love him through it.
Klaus lifted his hands, and placed them over hers. He felt her calming presence surround him, and he relaxed. Lightly he felt her lips on his neck, sending shivers and peace through his body.
"Klaus." She whispered, laying her head on his back.
He inhaled at her voice, and pulled her arms away from him. Slowly he switched his hands, and turned around to look at her.
He searched her eyes, and found all of his doubt being melted away. With a wan smile he gave her an answer. He would tell her, but not now.
That was all she needed to know.
Leaning forward, he softly touched his lips with hers, and then pulled her into his embrace. Someday soon, he was going to have to tell her the truth, and on that day her love for him was going to be tested. He just wasn't sure if it was going to be a good thing.
Caroline smiled as she rested her head on his chest. This was enough, for now. She remembered with painful remembrance when she was separated from him for a month. She couldn't bear the thought of being separated from him again, not even emotionally. He was her rock, her sanctuary, her best friend.
She felt his right hand stroking her long blonde hair, and she closed her eyes, relishing in the feel. Slowly she pulled back, and lifted her eyes to his.
They looked so ancient, full of pain and anger, and yet when they gazed into hers, they turned to love and tenderness.
She smiled softly, as she lifted her right hand, and touched his scruffy face. "No matter what you have done, Niklaus, I will always love you." She whispered, sternly. "Remember that. Nothing will ever change my heart." She added, searching his eyes.
Klaus inhaled deeply at her conviction, and gave a slow nod. He wanted to believe her, and his heart did, but his mind was still having the smallest hint of doubt.
"I love you, Klaus, always and forever." She whispered, leaning forward to gently place her lips on his.
He sighed into her mouth, caressed her cheek with his right hand, and gently threaded his fingers through her blonde hair. His lips opened slightly, and he opened his eyes after he heard her moan into his mouth.
He loved watching her. Her long lashes gently caressed her bottom lashes. Her forehead furrowed slightly as her brows lifted and dropped. She was a vision.
He smiled as he slowly pulled back with his eyes still watching her, when her eyes slowly opened.
"I love you too, Caroline, always and forever." He whispered, searching her eyes.
Caroline's eyes watered and she sent him a flashing smile. "My charming rogue husband." She whispered, softly.
He chuckled softly, and leaned his forehead down on hers. "My beautiful swan wife." He whispered, softly in return.
Caroline sighed as they stood in their bedroom, holding each other, both wondering when their peaceful life was going to turn.
~X~
Jean walked gingerly down the hall towards the guest room. She didn't know why she was walking to the room; all she knew was she wanted to see the woman who betrayed Klaus.
She sighed as she reached the door. Slowly she reached out with her right hand and turned the knob. She pushed the door open, and her eyes widened as her gaze fell on the woman lying in the bed a few feet away.
Just as the door opened, the woman's eyes fluttered open. Her eyes moved to the side, and widened as she looked at the fuming brunette, standing in the doorway.
Jean didn't know what to do. Should she run? No, she was stronger than that. Her eyes narrowed, angrily.
Sophie swallowed, and slowly tried to sit up. Camille moved her hand up to Sophie's upper arms, and helped her to sit up.
Sophie groaned as she sat up and leaned against headboard.
Jean slowly shook her head, as her eyes locked with Sophie's.
"Sophie." She growled out, her voice full of ice.
Sophie swallowed hard as she gave a slow nod. "Jean." She replied, her eyes lowering to Jean's growing belly. "Oh, Jean." She whispered, looking up into Jean's flashing brown eyes.
Jean's jaw clenched at Sophie's words. "You're the one who betrayed Klaus?" She asked in a tense voice.
Sophie closed her eyes and lowered her head.
Jean bit her bottom lip, and rolled her eyes. "I should have known it would be you." She stated, in a vengeful voice.
Sophie lifted her head. "Jean, it's not what you think." She began, holding up her left hand.
Jean shook her head. "No, bitch, it's exactly what I think." She shouted, lifting her right hand with a pointer finger erect, and then dropping her hand down to her side. "First, you betrayed me, and then you betray Klaus, and now you crawl here claiming you want to help!" She shouted, stepping further into the room.
She shook her head. "I thought I would never see you again, and I prayed I never would." She stated, glaring at Sophie.
Sophie shook her head. "Jean, I…" She began, but Jean shook her head.
"No, save it, Sophie. I don't give a damn about what you have to say. As long as you stay the hell away from me, everything will be just fine." She stated with a growl, turning on her heel, and left the room, slamming the door as she left.
Camille, who had remained quiet the entire time, turned to Sophie. "Sophie, who was that?" She asked, lifting her left arm to point to the door.
Sophie sighed. "Someone I once knew a long time ago." She whispered, lifting her gaze to the closed door. "Someone I considered a friend, until I betrayed her." She added, in a distant voice.
Camille gave a slow nod as her friend's eyes filled with overflowing tears, and she felt her heart break at the sight. She didn't know the whole story about Sophie's past, but she assumed it was riddled with darkness. She knew one day she would hear the whole story, but not now. Now, her friend was hurt, and by a young brunette with fiery ebony eyes.
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Coming Soon: Will Klaus finally tell Caroline? What is Klaus' connection with Marcel? What did he do to him? What did Sophie do to Jean? Find out soon...
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