Hello hello hello! Thank you all so very much for the follows and the wonderful reviews. I am thrilled that you guys like the Marcel plot twist. Seriously, I'm quite proud of myself for that one. (hehe)

I sense that some of you are worried about where I plan on taking this story. Not including my fic Lie to Me, remember, and I say this without giving anything away, I am a firm believer in happy endings.

Anyway, the rating has changed.

Happy reading. ;)

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Caroline woke with a start, jolting up into an upright position as she clutched her sleep shirt. She glanced around almost frantically but once she realized she was in Klaus's room, in his bed, she was able to calm herself. She put a hand flat against her forehead and let out a breath of relief. Right. I'm not in Mystic Falls anymore.

She laid back down, curled onto her side and faced a sleeping Klaus. She didn't even remember him coming to bed so she assumed that he stayed up late talking to Elijah, Valentina, and, she thinks, a witch. She remembered walking down both flights of stairs, hungry since she had slept through dinner but then she overheard Klaus talking and he sounded angry. She listened long enough to understand that the situation was serious and after hearing the specifics she debated if she should make her presence known but then ultimately decided to go back to bed.

Looking at Klaus now, she wondered if he was going to tell her about Marcel. She could hear the irritation in his voice last night but right now he looked peaceful, even boyish. It was a rarity to see him this way.

The long dark drapes covered the windows but she could tell it was early morning by the light that peeked through. Too early. She closed her eyes and tried to match her breathing to his in an effort to fall back asleep, but the truth was that her mind was racing. She was in a sort of unfamiliar room, a new city, an entirely different state. She had never traveled before and she certainly had never been in a relationship with someone who moved as fast as he did.

Slipping out of bed she silently padded over to one of the windows and moved the drape to the side just slightly to peek outside. The window overlooked the side property of the estate and she could see dew still resting on tree leaves and bloomed flowers. The gardens were beautiful and she could make out a few paths that trailed toward the back into the mossy forest. She saw a figure move and when she squinted she saw Valentina walking on one of the trails, disappearing into the woods altogether.

She was distracted again when she felt her stomach softly groan from hunger. She tiptoed to the ensuite bathroom that connected their rooms fully intent on going to her own room to slip on something she had packed, but, as she passed through, a golden curtain caught her attention. When she slid it to the side it revealed a massive space, their closet.

Caroline gasped at all the clothes that were already in there because not only was it filled with his, but he had also selected items for her own wardrobe. Many items. As she walked in she let her fingers graze against all the fabrics. It was almost scary how much thought he put into her room and now their closet. He really thought that I would be with him someday.

A cream colored robe caught her eye so she slipped it on and then went to turn around.

"Do you like it?"

Caroline looked at Klaus watching her from the closet entrance. He wore only pajama bottoms and a cautious small smile.

He was watching for her reaction, truly wondering if she liked what she discovered.

"I love it," she answered, not lying. "But it's a bit much, Klaus," she finished with a whisper.

He closed the space between them and held her face between his hands. "It's not too much." He didn't say anything else but only kissed her tenderly.

His lips were soft from sleep and Caroline couldn't help but run her tongue over them. He groaned, wrapping his arms around her frame and clutched her to him as he kept his lips against hers.

"I can give you anything, Caroline," he said to her when they broke apart.

He looked at her so seriously and she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by his promise. She already learned how persistent he could be, coupled with his powerful reputation, she had no doubt that if Klaus wanted something he always got it. He could in fact give her anything, at least within reason. She would never ask for her own castle but then that silly thought only made her giggle because she figured he did own a castle somewhere in the world.

"You find my promise funny?" He smiled, raising his eyebrows in amusement.

"How 'bout we just take it one day at a time okay?" she laughed her overwhelmed feelings off.

He tilted his head slightly and gazed at her. "You're nervous."

She rolled her eyes at him. "I guess." She walked out of their closet and into her room. He followed. "It's just, I can't sleep. This is all so new," she began to rant as she looked around her room seemingly searching for something but she didn't know what. "I mean, I've never lived with anyone else other than my own parents and now I'm here and it's just, and you're saying things to me that are just…." she scoffed, all of sudden becoming angry.

Klaus had taken a seat at the end of her bed and watched as she paced around. Truthfully, he was fascinated by her mood swing. He would admit that it was too early for any kind of conversation but the fact it was happening was enough for him to forget the hour. After all, he finally had her.

"….what every girl would want to hear but that's just it! That kind of love isn't real. Fairytales are only in books and if you want to give me something how about you give me the truth, like what's the deal with Marcel?" she finally asked as she whipped her head to face him. As soon as the question came flying out of her mouth she instantly regretted asking. Real smooth Forbes.

"Marcel isn't the reason why you're nervous," he stated calmly, completely ignoring answering her question.

It was the truth. She wasn't at all nervous about Marcel. Maybe she should have been but she wasn't. The source of nervousness was sitting on her bed. Fearing Klaus was something she never experienced, anger yes, but never fear. However, taking the plunge into the unknown, moving away from everything she had ever known, it made her nervous. He made her nervous. She loved him and she was nervous because she could feel the immense pressure of living up to what he always wanted from her.

"Marcel was my prodigy," Klaus continued after she didn't say anything. "I turned him many centuries ago and now it seems he desires the city for his own. Shall I continue or would you like a repeat of what you heard last night?"

Caroline widened her eyes for just a moment before she composed herself. "I'm sorry," she said. "I just don't like being kept in the dark."

Klaus was amazingly calm. He truly wasn't upset with her but more so with the situation. He knew Marcel was going to prove to be a difficult. "I know you don't, sweetheart." His expression finally softened.

She gave him a small smile and sat down on the bed next to him. "So what are you going to do about it?"

"He doesn't know what I know about him so for now we are going to keep it that way."

"We?"

"Yes." He took her hand in his and ran his thumb over her knuckles. "I'm not going to send you away, Caroline, because there may be trouble in the future. I will always have enemies but I want you with me. I love you and I will always keep you safe." He cupped the side of her face leaning in to kiss her but she sighed and squeezed his hand.

"Okay, I'm not saying this because I'm scared of him but maybe it would better if I went back to Mystic Falls until all of this blows over."

He scoffed. It was too early for this kind of conversation, he thought, but he knew he had to put an end to her thoughts. "No, love. I want you here with me." Then suddenly a fear took over him and it made him angry. "It's too late to turn back now, Caroline."

He crushed his lips to hers and kissed her in a maddening sense. Her eyes fluttered shut as she held onto his wrists that were still on either side of her head. She kissed him back because she had no choice. The way he was kissing her, she felt like he was taking everything from her, everything that she could offer. Heat blossomed between them and then she didn't even want a choice. All that mattered right now was his touch.

They fell back on the bed and from there they were a tangle of limbs, him untying her robe and tugging off her shirt and sleep shorts while she pushed off his bottoms and shamelessly touched him.

For a moment he just hovered over her between her legs while she continued to stroke him with her soft caress. She was fascinated by his expressions, the way he clenched his jaw and gripped at the bed sheets. He kept his eyes on her the entire time and she watched as the color went from the deepest blue to an amazing amber.

Then suddenly he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. His lips were centimeters away from hers but he only smirked and moved to the side of her neck. His lips pressed to her skin softly, leaving a trail of hot open-mouthed kisses that made Caroline dizzy with want. She moaned when she felt his hand palm her breast and then he kissed her roughly, biting her lip before he dragged his mouth over chin, her neck and then finally to her other breast where the caress of his tongue made her mindlessly arch up and tangle her fingers in his hair.

She felt one of his hands slide underneath her and curl into her hair at the nape of her neck while the other slowly slid down her stomach and then without making her beg he stroked her center, making her cry out at the initial contact. He touched the most sensitive part of her, just there, never ceasing his movement while he gained pleasure from watching her fall apart.

Her breathing came out ragged and her vision was filled with only him. She groaned when he touched her harder and her hips began to slowly rise and fall against his fingers. She gripped at the bed sheets and then at the pillows above her and then back at the sheets again, the sensations coursing through her making her writhe in a frenzy. Finally she wrapped her arms around his neck and hid her face from him as she was close to her release.

Klaus continued to touch her, giving her no reprieve even though she was choosing to hide from him. His hand behind her head clutched and he yanked her back. She gasped at his aggression but then moaned loudly from the circular motions of his fingers. His gaze bore into her eyes and he began breathing fast as her face began to contort. He wanted to watch every second of her falling apart and he did. She came with a short scream and when his fingers continued their movement against her, her legs quivered and heat licked at her skin. She threw her head back and as he slowed his hand to a stop he leaned down and kissed her neck.

Caroline let out a contented breath and finally looked at Klaus who was waiting for her to gather back her senses. "I don't even know what to say about that," she laughed.

He chuckled with her. "Oh you don't need to say anything, love. I could tell you enjoyed yourself." He looked so smug, so proud of himself in that moment, Caroline wanted to slap the smirk off his face but still, she couldn't help but smile and nod because she had indeed enjoyed herself. Without warning he flipped them over so that she was on top straddling him. In one quick motion he entered her and they both groaned at the sensation. He held onto her hips as she placed her hands on his chest. "Move for me." His voice was rough with want and Caroline could only bite her lip as she began to rise and fall, moving her hips the way she knew he wanted her to.

His jaw was slack with his loud breathing, not caring about anyone in the house hearing because she already ruined their chance of being quiet. He slid his hands up her body, relishing in the softness of her skin and then squeezed her breasts. Being inside of her was the most exquisite feeling he had ever come to know and he never wanted the feeling to end.

Caroline moved faster as she felt her orgasm building within her again. The sound of her moans, his breathing, her body moving against his and the constant knocking of the bedpost against the wall were the only sounds that filled the room.

Her nails dug into his chest as she felt pleasure rip through again. It scared her how easily she fell apart for him but she didn't dwell on that fact too long because when his hands held her hips tightly she came again as he began to thrust up into her until he found his own release. He groaned loudly and pulled her body to his chest, holding her to him as their breathing leveled out.

"I love you," she whispered.

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After showering and getting ready, Caroline nearly flew down the flights of stairs out of pure excitement. He was finally taking her to the Quarter and it would technically be the first sight of the world he planned on showing her.

Klaus, despite looking reserved on the outside in a dark green summer Henley and dark jeans, he was just as anxious as her. For over a year, since the night of his mother's ball, he had fantasized about a life with Caroline. He really did enjoy the world and all the beauty it offered, and he knew that she was the person to share that joy with. It was the only true joy he had ever known.

He smiled when she finally walked outside to join him. She was wearing a blue strapless, button-up sundress and her hair was let down free in loose curls. Her smile did something to his heart though. It skipped. It was real. She was real. Perhaps one day had finally arrived.

"You look lovely, sweetheart. Shall we?" He swept his arm in the direction of a path they would be walking on.

"We shall," she answered smiling.

While walking they fell into a comfortable silence. Klaus would catch her stealing glances at him and he would only smirk in response. They walked at a leisurely stroll but he could tell she was excited by how she struggled to match herself to his patient pace.

The path briefly took them through the woods and then through a large gothic cemetery. The sun was rising and the further they walked, the more clearly she could hear the sounds of the busy Quarter.

"Is it always this hot?" she asked him, finally breaking the silence.

"Around this time of year, yes."

"Where are we eating again?"

He laughed at her attempt of tricking him into telling her. "You'll see, sweetheart."

"You know, if you're going to be like this for every place you want to show me you're going to get bored."

"Never." He continued to watch her as she looked at her surroundings and questioned him.

She looked at him and shook her head in fake annoyance. "You're enjoying this too much."

He swiftly wrapped his arm around her waist but continued walking. "Oh love, I could never enjoy you too much." He grinned wickedly as she hit his chest.

Finally exiting the cemetery, they walked down an alley and when they turned the corner the Quarter was in front of them.

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"Curious about your fortune Miss?"

Caroline looked at the woman who was talking to her. She looked like a gypsy and she held tarot cards in her had while she motioned for Caroline to take a seat at the table in front of her.

Klaus placed his hand on the small of her back and urged her to keep walking. He bent his head towards her. "If you give into every offer, sweetheart, we'll never make it to breakfast."

She laughed and then she held up her wrist, showing off a bead-braided bracelet. "Yeah but that last street vendor had really cute jewelry."

Klaus rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand. "I gave you a bracelet once and you tossed it to the floor."

Caroline threw her head back and laughed loudly. "Are you mad I've accepted this bracelet."

"No." As he walked slightly ahead of her he turned and shot her an expression that told her he wasn't mad but he was a tad jealous. Their conversation was so silly and yet they were clearly both enjoying each other's company.

The streets of the Quarter were already crowded but Klaus weaved them through the sweating masses with ease. Caroline was thankful for his guidance because she couldn't help but be a tourist herself.

The French Quarter was truly amazing. She could feel the history of it buzzing in the hot air. Jazz music hummed from bars and small clubs and brass bands paraded down some of the streets. She caught sight of souvenir shops that sold colorful feathered masks and shirts branded with NOLA letters.

She looked down and grinned at the uneven cobbled street, taking note of the dirt and grit that stuck in between the cracks. Peering back and forth to her side surroundings she admired the black iron arches and poles that divided the street from the sidewalks and supported small balconies that held every day onlookers.

Klaus pulled her under an archway as they turned the corner on a narrow street that cars honked through.

The city was dirty and most parts of it smelly but who could blame it, she thought. It had survived hurricanes, it was old, but it was rich with culture. She loved it and she hadn't even tried the food yet.

Klaus turned his head to her again. "Here we are, sweetheart."

Caroline looked ahead and saw a large, very crowded, eatery located on a street corner.

"Cafe de Monde' is a must for any newcomer," he told her as they squeezed inside the oversized tent that was packed with small tables and chatty people. They took a seat at an empty table and after Klaus put in a quick order they were left grinning each other.

"It smells amazing in here."

"It's the beignets."

"What is it?" she asked as she noticed everyone around them was eating the same thing.

"Call it a unique powdered donut."

She couldn't stop smiling because he looked so happy. She had never seen him this way and it was thrilling to witness.

A waiter came around and set down two cups of coffee and a plate full of beignets and then left again to take another order.

"Have at it, Caroline," he said, his eyes full of light as he watched her pick up one.

She bit her lip in anticipation and with one last look at Klaus she bit into it and the perfection of it melted in her mouth.

It wasn't even noon yet.

**Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Café de Monde' is a real place and it seriously is a Must. Coffee and beignets are definitely a Must. Just some advice. Haha

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