AU: I wanted to post this chap last weekend but had a chemistry test. Anyway it is here now. Hope you enjoy it.
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P.P.S.: I do not owe anything. Everything belongs to JP only the plot of this story is mine.
"WHAAAT?!" Caroline screamed after Klaus explained his situation in New Orleans.
This cannot be happening. It's just not possible. How is it possible?
This is what was running through her head. She just couldn't believe it.
"How... How... What?!"
Was all that came out of her mouth. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't come up with a coherent thought.
"Apparently nature found a loophole in my werewolf side."
Klaus answered her silent question.
"How...How can you be sure? These are witches, what proof do you have they didn't use any freaky black magic to deceive you and your family? Scratch that. How can you believe it to be true? I know you Klaus. YOU," she pointed at him, "don't trust anyone. Not even your one family. I'm surprised SHE is still alive."
He let out a large amount of breath.
"Elijah. He was the one keeping me from killing her. As for the proof. To be honest I didn't think of that since the heartbeat was very much convincing. Not to mention those side effects of pregnancy."
Caroline rolled her eyes.
"Let's say that it is true. What makes you think she didn't sleep with another?"
She was standing by now, pacing the room. Klaus approached her, placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes.
"Caroline. No matter how much I would like to say it is not true, it is. I'm going to be a father. The witches have no motive to lie to me. They know they would be dead if they did. As for Hayley, Elijah compelled her. The child is mine."
Caroline still wasn't convinced. There was the fact that Hayley could have vervain in her system and that the witches can be truly sneaky sometimes but she wasn't going to tell him that until she has proof.
This just cannot be true. Vampires can NOT procreate. It's impossible. The witches have to be telling a lie. Like Klaus having a child with Hayley of all people would be possible.
She laughed at her own thoughts. They were too ridiculous to believe them for one second.
Klaus watched her closely, trying to see what she is thinking. Then one second she just stopped laughing. Her face portrayed nothing. It was blank which was a bit frightening to Klaus.
I can't believe him. How could he sleep with that backstabbing bitch? What was wrong with him?
The thoughts just kept getting worse until the point where she felt only rage at him. She knew they weren't together and had no right to be angered but he had to sleep with the one woman who betrayed them. Caroline didn't know which fact bothered her more that he slept with her or that he will have a child with her.
Subconsciously she moved towards the coffee table, picked up the sketchbook he gave her and moved towards the fireplace. A small fire was lit up that illuminated the living room. She watched the fire while Klaus was looking at her, trying to understand what she was doing. Before he could even move, the sketchbook was thrown into the fire.
"What are you doing?!" He screamed as he moved to her but she shrugged her shoulders and moved past him to the liquor table. Worried about what she might do next, he watched her with intense eyes. In those few seconds he allowed himself to look at the fire where the sketchbook was burning, she destroyed the liquor cabin.
"Love, that was my favorite scotch. You could at least allow me to have a last taste before destroying it."
But Caroline didn't hear him. It was like she was in another world. Nothing existed around her but her rage that was quickly replaced by deep hurt that she didn't understand. She looked around her, seeing her doings and left in a hurry as far away from the house, from him.
Klaus at first wanted to follow her but then decided to leave her alone with her thoughts. Right now he wouldn't do any good, only more damage and he wasn't prepared to lose her.
Caroline ran and ran through the streets of New Orleans, tears streaming down her face.
Stoping in the center of the town, she wiped her tears off her face.
"Ugh. Why am I crying? This is stupid." she huffed to herself, failing to understand her feelings.
In need of a drink she went to the only bar she knew in this town.
"Give me a scotch, Camille."
Caroline said when she took a seat at the bar.
"What's got your pants on fire?"
Ignoring her question Caroline downed her drink and took the bottle from Camille's hands to pour another glass.
"Leave the bottle here."
Sensing her distress Camille left to attend other costumers deciding that now wasn't the best time to talk to her. It hasn't been more than ten minutes when Caroline sensed a presence beside her.
"Ah, the lovely Caroline. What drove you here to drink in this time of the night?"
Marcel asked her rather sweetly.
"None of your business."
She replied without looking at him.
"Now, now. Don't get angry at me. After you left with K.."
Before he could utter his name Caroline interrupted him:
"Do NOT speak his name or I swear to God I'm going to rip your heart out."
Some of Marcel's men moved a bit forward after hearing her threat but Marcel dismissed them with a move of his hand.
"Ah, what did my sire do to deserve this kind of treatment?"
That enraged Caroline even further. How dares he poke his nose in her business? Not only that but ask her about the person that she doesn't want to hear a thing about.
"Again, none of your business. Either you move or join me for a drink in
S-I-L-E-N-C-E."
She said emphasizing her last word to make sure she got the message across.
Marcel nodded and to her surprise joined her for a drink.
They sat there in silence for a few hours neither speaking to each other. Marcel made a few attempts to arouse some conversation but was ignored every time. Caroline didn't speak not even with Camille she just drank her sorrows away. By the time a familiar voice spoke behind her she was quite drunk.
"What is this?"
The familiar British voice asked from behind her.
With a deep breath Caroline turned around to see Klaus looking from her to Marcel. Deciding to make him suffer as she replied in a duh voice:
"What do you think?"
Leaning more towards Marcel she said: "I am making friends. VERY good friends."
Sending a flirting smile to Marcel.
At first Marcel was confused at what she was doing but seeing the look on Klaus's face was enough to make him see her game plan. Deciding to help her, just to spite his sire, he put an arm around her waist, looked at Caroline with flirtatious eyes and said:
"Yes, Mon Cherie. Very good friends indeed."
To say Klaus was seething was an understatement, he was ready to kill anyone who would dare to step in front of him. In a blink of an eye he was in front of Marcel ripping his arm away from Caroline.
"DO NOT TOUCH HER."
Turning to Caroline he pointed a finger towards her.
"YOU are leaving with me this instant."
Raising her chin she doggedly defied him.
"Like hell I am. I rather enjoy it here. So if you excuse me I am going back to my drink."
Klaus grabbed her arm, preventing her from reaching her drink.
"If you think, I'm leaving you here to consume more alcoholic beverages, you are quite mistaken."
He paused and looked her hard in the eyes.
"You are leaving with me either willingly or by force. Decide quickly which one will it be."
Marcel was watching the exchange with an amused smile.
"Klaus, why don't you let the lady stay? She clearly doesn't want to go with you."
Ignoring Marcel's words Klaus asked Caroline again: "What will it be?
Caroline tried to wrench her arm from his grip but he didn't bulge.
"I'm staying here with my new friend, Marcel."
Pausing to look at the dark man sitting beside her.
"He offered to show me his house. Isn't that right, Marcy?"
Marcel smiled. Still playing the game.
"Of course. You would love my bedroom for sure. It has a comfy king sized bed."
He said with a wink.
Ignoring what Marcel said he removed his hand from Caroline's arm only to lift her over her shoulder and leaving the bar with her pounding her fists on his back.
AU: Well hope you enjoyed that. I am welcomed for reviews and open to suggestion on how to improve this story. :)
P.S: I will try to update the next weekend but don't have high hopes. Probably it will take at least two weeks to update because of school. :/