He still couldn't believe it. A child.
He was going to have a child.
He still wasn't completely sure it wasn't a joke. A slight part of him hoped and prayed that it was true, that he was actually going to have a child, to love and cherish, and prove that he is, and will never be, anything like Mikael. Though he would never admit that he actually wanted a child. But another part, the bigger part, he would say, didn't want a child. Would never want a child, a weakness. Especially with that woman, the drunken-one-night-stand-gone-wrong. The wolf girl was barely an adult, not to mention not even that attractive if he was honest.
Especially compared to a certain blonde vampire with a fiery attitude.
But he wasn't supposed to be talking about her. Or thinking about her.
Oh who was he kidding? He was always thinking about her.
Mostly when he saw soemone with bouncy golden curls. Or heard someone say the word 'seriously?'. Or saw something that was so incredibly beautiful he couldn't help but picture her.
He wasn't supposed to be thinking about her because it only hurts. He's leaving Mystic Falls behind, leaving her behind. Only for a little while. Until she does everything she wants to do, achieves all she wants to achieve.
Then, she'll come to him. He's certain.
Or maybe he just hopes so bloody bad that he's convinced himself she will.
She has things she needs to do, he knows that. She's still a baby vampire. She has to live her human life out first. He understands that. She has to graduate, get a job, lose a job, fall in love, fall out of love. Do whatever it is humans do, and then, after her small town life idea, she'll want more.
He'll wait for her. He'd do pretty much anything for her. Even though he doesn't think she believes it, but he'll show her. He'll prove it.
Somehow.
A distant noise brakes him out of his thoughts. So he vamps downstairs, past the white of the walls in what used to be the governor's house.
He hates white.
He sees the enevelope and opens it with no guesses of who it could be from.
When he opens it, he sees from the top of it that it's a graduation announcement.
But the announcement doesn't say 'Rebekah Mikaelson' like he expected. No, it says a completely different name.
Caroline Forbes.
He stands there for a minute with the card in his hand, slightly schocked, with his lips parted, before they stretch into a smile.
Well, if she wanted him to be there.
Who was he to deny her anything?