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This was not right. How could her past come up, out of nowhere and ruin her life once again? She thought she was done with her past. She thought she had moved on.
Jean entered her bedroom, and slammed the door. Tears threatened to fall down her face, but she didn't want them. She couldn't cry, not now. She had cried enough when it happened. How could this come up again?
She gave a wan smile as she felt her child move in her stomach, and she placed her hands over it.
Her child was growing, and getting stronger every day. She clamped her eyes shut as she recalled Sophie's words. "Oh, Jean." She had said.
Jean scowled. She didn't need her sympathy or whatever she was giving her, not from the likes of Sophie Devereux.
She didn't need this now. No, she didn't. She shook her head as she walked towards her bed and sat down.
Now what was she going to do?
~X~
Bonnie opened the door to her and Kol's quarters, and sighed when she found her husband holding their daughter in a small chair with his head resting against the back of it, and his mouth hanging open in a light snore.
She covered her mouth at the picture they made. Their daughter was snuggled against her father's chest, and held his tunic in her small right fist.
Bonnie shook her head as she slowly approached them, and lightly touched her daughter's dark curls. Her daughter moved against Kol's chest, and Bonnie gently removed her daughter from her husband's grasp, and held her close.
Kol was always a hard sleeper, but remove his daughter or his wife from his arms, and he immediately wakes up.
The moment his daughter left his arms, his eyes shot open, and they immediately softened as he caught sight of his wife putting his daughter in her crib.
Lifting his arms high above his head, he stretched, noticing how his wife glanced at him with adoring, seductive eyes.
He smirked as he stood up, and, moving his arms side to side, he twisted his back to get the kinks out.
Bonnie smiled as she watched her husband show off his physique that she knew all too well.
"See something you like, gypsy?" He asked, stepping towards her. He had begun calling her gypsy when they were alone, after they had married. He said it was because he was proud of his wife's heritage, and he wanted their daughter to know as well, and be just as proud of it.
Bonnie tilted her head, and licked her bottom lip. "I always see something I like, when I look at you." She whispered, as he continued to close the distance between them.
Kol smirked and pulled her into his embrace. He felt her melt into his arms, and he couldn't hold back a sigh deep within.
Bonnie wrapped her arms around his waist, and smiled contently as her head rested against his chest for a spell.
They stayed in the embrace for a moment longer, until Kol lowered his head and kissed the top of her head.
"How is the surprise guest?" He asked, rubbing his hands over her back.
Bonnie sighed and moved her head back to look at him. "She is recovering. She should actually be awake pretty soon." She replied, but Kol read her eyes. Something was wrong.
"Bonnie lass, what is it?" He asked, searching her eyes.
"Klaus came by to see her, and something about his face and tone told me he knew her." She began softly.
Kol shrugged. "Nik knows a lot of women. I imagine this one was just another notch on his bedpost until he met Caroline." He replied, nonchalantly.
Bonnie narrowed her eyes. "Not that kind of knowing, Kol, it was something else." She replied, looking past his shoulder as if trying to see something.
Kol studied her quietly. "What is her name?" He asked, watching her eyes move back to him.
"Sophie, Sophie Devereux." She answered, plainly.
Kol's face closed up, and Bonnie watched as anger flashed in his eyes. "That bitch is here." He stated, stepping back from his wife.
Bonnie narrowed her eyes and gave a slow nod. "Who is she?" She asked, watching him run his fingers through his hair, as he turned his back to her.
Kol scoffed. "I'm surprised Nik let her live or better yet, throw her in the dungeon." He stated, moving his arms out.
"Kol, who is she?" Bonnie asked again, watching him tense up.
"I don't know the whole story, but I do know that Sophie sold out Nik when he and Elijah were in the Crusades, and he never forgave her." He replied after a moment, turning back to face her.
Bonnie gave a slow nod, waiting for more.
Kol sighed. He wasn't sure on what he should say, or what Klaus would want him to say. He really needed Elijah here. With Sophie here in the palace, that means…
Kol's eyes widened. "Did she say anything about a man named Marcel?" He asked in a breathless whisper.
Bonnie shrugged her shoulders. "I may have heard the name mentioned." She whispered, and stepped back when she saw her husband's eyes flash angrily.
Kol noticed his wife's retreat, and quickly defused his anger, but not by much. "I'm sorry, lass." He whispered, reaching forward with his right hand to gently touch her cheek.
Bonnie sighed at the contact, and leaned into his hand. "Who is Marcel?" She asked, looking up at him.
Kol sighed. "From what I know, Marcel was a friend of Nik's; actually he was Nik's protégé." He began, dropping his hand. "I don't know the whole story, but apparently, Nik saved him from his life or something, and Marcel took to traveling with Nik and Elijah." He continued, turning away from her to approach the small window in their room. "They went through most of the Crusades together, until Marcel turned his back on Nik." He whispered, grasping the windowsill with his hands.
Bonnie slowly approached Kol, and stopped on his right side, and studied his face.
"Marcel swore he would kill Nik and his family if he ever saw them again." He continued, distantly. "I don't know what Nik did or what Marcel did. All I know is that Marcel wants to take Nik's family away from him." He added, turning his head to his wife.
Bonnie's eyes widened. "Caroline." She whispered, her left hand covering her mouth.
Kol nodded. "And David." He added, sorrowfully. "Sophie sided with Marcel, and that was how Nik and Elijah ended up in a Muslim prison." He added with slight scorn.
Bonnie gasped beside him, and closed her eyes.
Kol lowered his head. "That's all I know. Nik won't talk about what happened, and Elijah made a promise to never mention the details." He replied, lowly.
"So this Marcel is after the family." She whispered, trying to clarify her thoughts.
Kol nodded. "More specifically Nik's family." He replied, turning around to where his back leaned against the sill of the window. "It's no coincidence that Sophie shows up after Nik assumed the throne with Caroline and after David's birth." He continued, narrowing his eyes. "Marcel is coming. I bet that is what it is, and if he is, Nik will do whatever it takes to protect his family." He replied, glancing at his wife. "As I would." He whispered, with a small smile as he lifted his left hand to touch her right cheek.
Bonnie smiled. "I know Caroline, Kol." She began after a moment. "If this Marcel is coming, then Caroline will stand by him, and fight." She whispered, and added a smile. "As I would." She added, smiling.
Kol nodded, and lowered his head to hers. Softly he touched his lips to hers, and tenderly pulled back.
Bonnie closed the distance between them as she wrapped her arms around her husband's waist, as his arms wrapped around her securely.
~X~
Klaus stood at the window in their bedroom, and stared out into the closing darkness. He lowered his head, and let out a sigh.
He didn't know what to do anymore. He still needed to tell her, but he still couldn't. How could he? She knew he killed, but what would she say when she found out.
His mind began to conjure up images of past, and he fought against them with every pounding memory.
Tears built up behind his closed eye lids, and stifled a groan. Children crying out echoed in his mind, as his past self, cut them out of existence.
He was ashamed of what he had done, especially now, with her. The tears fell down his face as he felt his soul being torn and drenched in the past innocent blood he had spilt.
He jumped as he felt a soft warm hand touch his bare back. His first instinct was to kill, but he calmed when he realized who it was.
"What's troubling you, Klaus?" Caroline asked, as she walked around his body to face him, her hand traveling up his back to his face.
Klaus sighed as he leaned into her hand. He felt her wipe away his tears. He opened his eyes and found hers etched with concern.
Caroline hugged the sheet around her body as she saw the pain in his eyes. "Talk to me." She whispered, searching his eyes more intently.
"I just had a bad dream, swan." He returned with a shrug of his shoulders and a shake of his head.
Caroline narrowed her eyes. "Klaus, a bad dream would not affect you this way, at least not alone." She replied, with a firm tone.
Klaus clenched his fists at his sides. "It brought past memories that I would sooner forget if I could." He whispered, looking past her out of the window once more.
"Klaus, memories should not be forgotten, especially the bad ones." She whispered, stroking his long hair away from his face.
He turned his gaze back to her, and clenched his teeth together. "What would you know about bad memories?" He ground out, hating that he sounded so harsh towards her. "You lived you entire life in a palace, never having to fight for your life day in and day out. You know nothing of what I'm going through." He stated, turning away from her.
Caroline narrowed her eyes. "Don't do this, Klaus." She nearly shouted to his tense back. "I am your wife. I thought I was your best friend. Don't shut me out." She stated, picking up the sheet around her body so she could walk towards him.
Klaus closed his eyes tightly. "You are, Caroline, but you wouldn't understand." He whispered, as he felt her coming closer.
Caroline closed her eyes as she shook her head. "I would if you talk to me. Do you think it's easy for me to see the man I love more than anything else in this world, being tormented over something that happened in the past?" She replied in a strong tone.
He lowered his head, and slowly turned around to look at her. His heart broke at the sight of her eyes filled with unshed tears.
"I'm so sorry, Caroline." He whispered, as he closed the distance between them, and scooped her up in his arms.
Caroline wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, and nodded at his apology. She knew he was hurt, and she knew he didn't mean the words he had spoken. It was something she had learned from loving him. When Klaus is angry or hurt, he says things he never would say to hurt her. He never would.
Klaus sighed as he gathered his courage. "When I was in the Crusades, I was assigned to a Captain, who believed all Muslims should be wiped out." He began as he felt Caroline's hands rub the back of his neck and through his hair. "He didn't care about the people themselves; all he cared about was killing every person who was in the Muslim faith." He continued, propping his chin on her bare shoulder.
Caroline felt her heart tug at each word he spoke. She could hear the pain in his voice, and she wished she could stop his pain.
"We came across a small village outside Holy Damascus, and only a few of the people believed in the Muslim way." He began once more. "The Captain had us slaughter every man, woman, and child in the village." He shuddered as the cries once again flooded his mind. "I found a small girl lying face down, as if she had been trying to escape, and in her hands she held a small wooden cross." He cried out as the tears fell down his cheeks onto her bare shoulders. "She wasn't Muslim. She was a Christian." He whispered, in a cracked voice.
Caroline bit her bottom lip, and closed her eyes at the pain she was hearing.
"At first it didn't bother me, but now, all I can think of is, what if it had been my son lying there, face down in the sand?" He cried out, clutching her tighter, after a moment.
Caroline held him tighter as she felt him come apart. "It's okay, my love." She whispered, trying to calm him down, letting him know she was there.
He shook his head. "No, it's not. I killed innocent people, Caroline." He cried, never allowing himself to feel this pain until now. "How can I live with myself?" He whispered, burying his face in her shoulder.
Caroline let the tears fall down her face, and sighed. Slowly she pulled back, and caressed his face between both of her hands. "You can live with yourself, because you are no longer the man you were, Niklaus. You are a stronger man now. Your past may be dark, but you have done something I never imagined a man could do." She paused, running her fingers through his hair. "You have let it be a part of you." She added, with a small smile. "When I look at you, I see the man who had a dark life, but overcame it. If you had not lived that life, we might never have met and known this powerful love." She concluded with tears filling her eyes.
Klaus searched her eyes and felt a small wave of relief rush through him. It was then he realized how much he didn't deserve to have this swan in his life.
"I don't deserve you, swan." He whispered, as his tears dried.
Caroline smiled and nodded. "Yes, you do, Nik, because I know I certainly deserve you." She replied, closing the short distance between them to gently place her lips on his.
Klaus pulled her tighter to him, and felt the sheet fall to the floor in a puddle around Caroline's feet. He shivered as he felt her bare body against his bare body. He felt Caroline shiver at the contact too, and he smiled as her tongue ran over his lips, begging for entrance.
He complied as his mouth opened and his tongue fought with hers for dominance. Suddenly, Caroline pulled back, and looked into his eyes with a loving gaze.
"Let me make love to you, Nik." She whispered, with a hint of shyness. "You need to be loved tonight." She added, knowing that he knew she meant he needed to feel her love, not hear it.
His eyes filled with tears at her conviction, and slowly nodded. Caroline smiled as she brought her arms down from his shoulders to grasp his hands in hers, and led him to their bed.
Tenderly she pushed him down on their bed and waited until he was lying flat before she climbed in after him. She gently placed her lips on his as she straddled his waist. Her blonde hair fell to her right side, as she tilted her head to delve into his mouth deeper.
Slowly she lifted her lips, only to grab his bottom lip between her lips, gently sucking on it. Her hands rested on his bare chest, and with soft caresses she moved them over his chest down to his abdomen. She felt him shiver as she lifted her face to look into his eyes. She watched as his azure eyes; fill with love, with hints of desire while he gazed into her eyes. She smiled as his hands rested on her bare hips, and his thumbs rubbed circles on her skin.
Leaning down once more, she placed feather kisses on his cheek lower to his jawline, giggling lightly as his scruffy beard tickled her face, and down lower to his neck.
Klaus felt her love wash over him as she moved her lips over his skin, lower, and lower. He lifted head, as she stopped at his scar on his side. The scar Tyler gave him. He watched as she traced the scar, and softly kissed it, letting him know that it meant he loved her to sacrifice his life for her. At the same time he traced the scar on her side. The one Elena gave her. He sat up, and bent as far as he could to kiss her scar the way she kissed his.
Caroline smiled at his tenderness. She lifted his head, and kissed him lightly on the lips, as moved her hips over his in slow movements, causing him to grow hard at the feel.
Klaus groaned at the movement, and he began to feel her wet core getting closer. He leaned back to look into her eyes as she moved closer.
"Now, Caroline." He growled out, softly.
Caroline smiled, as she lifted herself high on her knees, looking down at him. She leaned her head down, and kissed his lips lightly. She smiled as Klaus lifted her carefully, and she moved her legs out, so her blood could flow perfectly. With gradual slowness, she lowered herself on his waiting shaft.
She captured his lips as she slip on top of him. They moaned at the contact, and his fingers tightened on her waist as he felt her envelope him.
Caroline lifted her head, and began to move, her eyes locking on his. She smiled as she moved up and down, and circled over his hips. Klaus watched as she bit her lip as she moved. He reached up with his right hand and brought her head down to kiss her lips once more.
He opened his mouth and moaned once more when her mouth opened as well. Their tongues caressed each other as Caroline moved. Klaus felt his end coming as his hips began to thrust forward. He felt her walls clench around his member, and he couldn't control himself anymore.
"Caroline." He groaned as her forehead landed on his as she moaned. "I can't." He whispered, and she knew what he meant.
With a nod of her head, she allowed him to gently turn them over to where her back landed on the bed, and he was over her.
He thrust deep into her, and the slow pace they held when she was over him, was thrown out of the window. He moved faster and deeper as her legs came to wrap around his waist.
Caroline arched against his bare body, and moaned as she felt so much pleasure run through her veins.
"Oh, Nik." She moaned as she felt him enter at the perfect angle, causing her to body to feel weightless.
He moaned as he watched her come undone underneath him. He had never felt such love erupt from within him as he watched her with so much love shining in her eyes.
"Caroline" He moaned as he felt his orgasm rock his body and soul.
Caroline smiled as she felt him release his seed inside of her. Her eyes watched as he gazed at her with love and adoration as he slowly came down from his ride.
"I don't think I can ever get enough of you, my swan." He whispered, leaning down to capture her lips with his.
"Me neither." She whispered as she sighed into his mouth, and ran her fingers through his sweat covered hair. She sighed again as he pulled back.
"I love you." She whispered, opening her eyes to look at him.
He sighed as he touched her face softly with his left hand. "I love you too." He whispered, leaning down, gently kissing her lips.
"Do you think we should get the sheet?" She asked after a moment of him peppering kisses over her face.
He chuckled as he kissed her forehead, and then down her nose. "Do you think you will catch a cold?" He asked, lightly.
Caroline shook her head, and rolled her eyes. "No, I just thought you would want to cover up, since you are naked." She stated, not adding that anyone could come into their bedroom, and she did not care for anyone, especially women, seeing her incredibly handsome husband stark naked.
Klaus lifted his brow, and tilted his head. "Why my dear, Swan, are you jealous?" He asked, in a light tone.
Caroline glared at him. "I just thought you didn't want anyone coming in here and seeing me in the nude." She replied, avoiding his gaze.
Klaus bit back a chuckle, causing her to glare at him once more. "That's not funny." She replied, slapping his chest lightly.
Klaus shook his head. "You are jealous, aren't you?" He asked, as he chuckled once more. He leaned down and breathed in her ear.
"You have nothing to worry about, my dear. I would sooner face your wrath than have someone else gaze upon your delectable gorgeous body." He whispered, feeling her shiver underneath him.
She turned her head towards his ear, and smiled. "You better make that double. I would have no other woman gazing at your body as long as I'm alive." She stated, firmly.
Klaus smiled as he lifted his head. The memories and the words from earlier had been forgotten as he gazed into his wife's eyes.
As he lowered his head, he gave one more thought to the problems he would be facing come daylight, but right now all he cared about was his wife, in his arms, giving him her love with every loving movement she made.
Caroline smiled as his lips touched hers, and felt him harden inside her once more. The last coherent thought as she felt him move inside of her was how much she still wanted to know, but she knew as he gently and softly moved, he would tell her. He just needed time.
Unfortunately, time was not really on their side.
~In a town 150 miles from the palace~
Marcel entered a small tavern, which appeared to be empty, except for one lone figure in the far corner.
Marcel smirked as he approached the person. The legs of the chair scrapped over the wooden floor as Marcel pulled it out.
"To what do I owe this invitation?" Marcel asked as he sat down across from the figure, who was covered by dark shadows cast by the dimly lit candles in the room.
The figure grasped the pint of ale in front of him and lifted it to his lips. "I hear you want to know about King Niklaus and his family." He replied, in gravelly voice.
Marcel smirked, and gave a slow nod. "That depends on what you have to offer, Mister…" He trailed off, pointing to the mystery man.
"I don't give my name, Marcel." He replied, harshly. "All I will say is this. King Niklaus has a four month old son, and the quickest way to get to him is to get to the son." He replied, with a hint of pleasure.
Marcel smirked and nodded as he lowered his head. "I know all about little David Mikaelson. I have my own intelligence on such matters, and you are wrong about one thing." He replied, standing up, the scrapping sound becoming louder than before. "The quickest way to deal with Klaus is to get his son, and get his wife to turn against him." He replied, giving the mystery man a quick bow of his head, before turning to leave.
"That won't be easy, Marcel." The voice called out. "The King and Queen share a bond no one will be able to break. The only way to get past Caroline is to kill her, and then capture the boy." He replied, causing Marcel to stop and turn back to him. "The King is at his strongest when he has his Queen by his side. The only way to weaken him, and let his guard down is to kill the Queen. You can take the boy, and raise him up to hate Niklaus." He continued, watching Marcel ease with a lift of his head. "That would destroy the king more than a simple sword to his chest." He concluded with a hidden smirk.
Marcel smiled, and approached the table once more. "I take it you have a plan to do this?" He asked, as he sat down once more.
The man smirked and gave a shadowy nod. "Indeed I do." He replied, satisfactorily. "Indeed I do."
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