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Chapter 3: If You Wish Upon a Star

"Do we have a deal, deary?" Richard Lockwoodstilstikin. Or whatever he went by these day was rubbing his hands together while Elena deflated.

"If you'll stop calling me deary and stop rubbing your hands together," Elena snapped. "Okay, so I'm supposed to like make gold out straw or some crap like that." Shifting from foot to foot, Elena was eager to get this over with so she could get on with meeting the prince and finding out it wasn't Damon so she could keep looking for him. Shaking her head in frustration, Elena walked back into the cottage.

"All you have to do is sign this contract and agree to give me your first born. And then you can be on your way… Elena." The former Mayor of Mystic Falls told her.

Sighing, Elena looked around for a pen and a quill appeared. "Of course," she muttered to herself before the mayor handed it to her and she signed her name quickly. Getting up, she grabbed some straw and then sat back down. "Wait, how do you do this again?" But the mayor had disappeared. "Great."

Flopping down on the stool, Elena placed a piece of the straw on the wheel and it fell off. "Great," she muttered. "I'm going to be at this all day." Bending over, she did not notice as a young man, a young woman and a fairy went by her little cottage along the road.

"Do you think anyone lives in that cottage?" Stefan asked the others.

Bonnie shrugged as they kept walking. "I have no idea. Do you want to check it out?"

Stefan shook his head. "No, they would probably just be another one of these characters who doesn't know anything."

Lexi flew back and waved her wand in his face. "Who do you think you're calling a character, Stefan?"

"No one, Lex, calm down." Stefan held up his hands in surrender.

Bonnie began to chuckle. "You two really are funny together."

Stefan shook his head and began to chuckle. "I guess we are. Lexi, do you know where we are?" He called to his winged friend.

"Not a clue," Lexi called back as a man approached on a horse.

The man slowed the horse down in front of them. "Greetings from the kingdom. Is the young lady spoken for?" Galen Vaughn asked.

Stefan and Bonnie traded looks and Bonnie folded her arms over her chest. "Yes. Why?"

Galen dismounted his horse and took Bonnie's hand before kissing it lightly. "There is to be a ball at the palace tonight and King Giuseppe has asked that all the young women of the land be invited to attend."

"Did you say Giuseppe?" Stefan asked, his eyebrows rising and his stomach swiveling in an unpleasant manner.

"Yes, have you met our king?" Galen inquired, staring at Stefan.

Stefan shook his head. "Nope. Never. And who would the prince be again?"

"Prince Damon. The ball is being hosted in his honor. The king and queen wish to find him a wife," Galen informed them. "I must be off to inform others."

After Galen mounted his horse and was at a safe distance away Stefan and Bonnie began to laugh. "Prince Damon?" The two yelled at each other. "Needs a wife?" Laughing hysterically, they had to wait a few minutes before they could continue on their journey. "So, are you going to the ball?" Stefan teased Bonnie.

"What and become the wife to Prince Damon? I think not." Bonnie shook her head, grinning.

"Bonnie," Stefan called, since she had started to walk and he was still standing still.

Bonnie stopped and turned around. "Yeah?"

"I have to go," Stefan said grimly. "My parents might be there."

Sighing, Bonnie walked back over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Stefan, they're not really your parents."

"I know. But I need to see them, Bon," Stefan said his eyes pleading with her to understand.

"Okay. I'll go. But if I end up getting married to your brother you are going to owe me big time." Bonnie shook a finger at Stefan who grinned and wrapped his arm around her shoulders before they set off again.

Further into the Forest:

Smiling on the inside, Caroline entangled her fingers in Klaus' hair as he laid on top of her, kissing her like it was the one thing he wanted on earth. 'Bad, very bad, Caroline,' she thought to herself. What would her friends think if they could see her now with her legs wrapped around the waist of the murderous wolf?

Shoving the thought away with a resounding mental kick, Caroline closed her eyes as his lips moved to trail down her neck. They had woken up an hour ago and neither said a word before they started to make out like two teenagers on their first unsupervised date. It was exhilarating. It was wrong. But it was passionate. When was the last time she felt like? Oh, yeah, Tyler. But Tyler had left to go be the villain. He had left her and broken her heart again. Now, she was rolling around on the ground with his sworn enemy and she didn't give a damn.

Rolling on top of Klaus, Caroline pressed her lips more firmly against Klaus' feeling his hand move to the back of her bra, unhooking it and she let him. Feeling the straps being slid off as his fingers brushed her skin, pulling the garment away and laying it aside. They sat up and she moaned slightly, wondering how far she should let him go before they stopped.

'If an ancient former hybrid and a former vampire get it on in the woods what sound would they make?' Caroline thought, grinning.

This time she had not internalized the grin and Klaus pulled back to look at her. "What are you thinking, love?" He asked, before pressing his mouth and his hands to her chest making her bite her lip harder.

"Hmm… I was thinking that what happens in fairy tale land…" Caroline whispered, not being able to finish her sentence, she felt her body reacting to his movements and trying to hold back from ripping his shorts off and finishing what they started.

"Care to finish that thought, love?" Klaus asked, moving backward and looking her in the eye, his lids hooded.

Grinning, Caroline pressed her lips to his once more before pulling away and wrapping her arms around his neck. For the first time in a long time she felt blissfully unrestrained. "I was thinking that we can do anything we want. And it doesn't matter. We can stay here in the woods and live on berries and woodland creatures for months and have lots and lots of sex and screw the consequences because no one's here to stop us or judge us. No one's here to say it's wrong or bad. We ca-"

Before Caroline could say another word, Klaus picked her up and sat her back down on the cape. Her jaw dropped as he walked over to where his clothes were lying and he began to dress. "Klaus? Klaus, what… what did I say?" Caroline was utterly and completely confused.

"Put you clothes on, Caroline. We're going to find your friends." He did not even bother to look at her before, he strode away leaving Caroline to sit, who was shivering before she put her bra back on and dressed hurriedly. When she began to walk quickly in the direction she had seen him walking towards, she found he had killed a deer.

Gagging, Caroline could barely recognize the animal. "You killed Bambi." She whispered, fighting the urge to dry heave.

Klaus wiped his bloody hands on his pants and then wiped the blood from his mouth. "Yes, and Thumper." Turning to look, Caroline really wished she hadn't as she fell to her knees as her stomach balked. Klaus did not seem to care as he turned away from her and began to walk away. "Where are you going?" Caroline gasped, holding her stomach.

"After wood and water," Klaus snapped, before he strode off. Staring at the dead animals again, Caroline began to cry.

About Twenty Yards Away:

Bloody freaking fairy tales. Klaus kicked at the surrounding foliage. He wanted to kill something other than Bambi. He was never a fan of fairy tales; even as a child he found them simplistic. After he became a vampire, he had scoffed at tales of heroes and princesses riding off into the sunset. And, thanks to his beloved, Caroline, he had been reminded once more that he was the villain. He was unworthy of love or forgiveness. There was no land in which he would not be judged for his past behavior.

Growling, Klaus punched a tree and pulled his hand back to find it bleeding. Hissing in pain he continued walking. Somewhere out there his father was wandering about and was apparently hunting him. What else was new? Klaus was used to being hunted. And unloved. Wasn't that how he ended up here in the first place?

Elijah and the mother of his child, Hayley, had decided to move out of their home; they had been living together post-birth. He was now the father of a beautiful, baby girl, who did not even live under his roof. Klaus was permitted to visit so long as he did not attempt to take the babe.

As for Rebekah, she had gone to live with his former protégé, Marcel in a home Marcel had built for them. It was all so quaint. He had told her that Marcel would break her heart and she would come running back to Klaus, as she always did and she would find he had moved on from New Orleans after he drove a stake through lover's heart. Klaus hated betrayal more than anything.

Putting these thoughts aside he thought he smelled something that was deliciously human. Grinning, Klaus moved quietly toward his prey, a young man. Rather, he was little more than a child. Close to being a teenager. Klaus loathed teenagers. As he was about to lunge, the boy turned to look at him and Klaus fell to his knees.

"Henrick?" He gasped feeling like he couldn't breathe as he stared at his youngest brother. Just then a young man came out of the woods and grinned at Klaus.

"Nik, you're home," Kol came forward and he and Henrick wrapped their older brother in a hug as he began to cry feeling restrained joy for once in a thousand years.

Back at the Kingdom:

"Wait? What do you mean you don't know who Elena is?" Damon asked, Jenna and Alaric again. He must have asked them the same question a hundred times that day. Now, he was pacing the length of his bedroom.

"I'm sorry, your majesty, but I have never heard that name before." Jenna told him like she was embarrassed that she did not know the answer to his question.

"Oh, come on," Damon said, sitting down on the edge of his bed. The only time he had not been questioning the pair was when he had had lunch with his mother. That was much easier since they didn't have that many memories together so that Damon could bring up and have her look at him like he was crazy the way Lord and Lady Huh were doing right now.

"Is she one of the ladies who will attend the ball tonight?" Jenna asked hopefully. "You seem to want to see her very much so I do wish she would appear to make your wish come true."

Damon rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever. Jenna, do you mind giving me and Ric some guy time?" Jenna nodded and hurried out the door. Feeling relieved that he would only be stuck with one person who had no idea what the hell he was talking about, Damon buried his hands in his hair.

"You seem frustrated, Damon. Is it about Lady Elena? If she lives anywhere in the kingdom I shall send a messenger to find her and make sure that she attends the ball if that is your wish."

Looking up, Damon smirked. "You're extremely loyal, Ric. Thanks. But if she's here, she'll find me." Sighing, he stared at the ceiling. "So, how are things with you and Jenna? You two hooking up yet?"

Ric coughed in amazement. "Excuse me?"

"You know, are you doing the mattress mambo or whatever you people call it here in fairy nightmare land?" Damon quirked an eyebrow as his friend shifted from foot to foot.

"I'm not sure I know what you are implying, sir." Ric was frowning deeply and looked more stern than Damon had ever seen him before.

Rolling his eyes, Damon looked around his room. "What do people do for fun around here? Better yet, where do I go to get drunk around here?"

Ric shook his head. "WE do not drink here, sir."

"What?" Damon jumped to his feet. "No. Ric. Come on, buddy? I need a drink. Please."

Looking around him, like he believed that the walls could hear him, Ric lowered his voice. "I have heard of a place called a tavern but only the most dangerous people spend their time there and I do not believe that-"

Before Alaric could continue speaking Damon was already on his way out the door. "Come on, Ric." He called, not bothering to turn to see if his friend was following.

"Where are we going, Damon?" Ric asked, dreading the answer.

"Off to ye old tavern," Damon told him with a wide grin. "And no protesting. We'll be back in plenty of time for the stupid ball thing."

Okay, so I will be back next month because I have so many freakin' stories that needed to just be done already… Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the update because I was obviously letting my mind swirl when I wrote this story.

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Laoise: Have you been revived yet? ;)

Jessinicole: I loved the Klaroline, too. I will admit I say bitter things to my TV when I watch TO and TVD about my desire to have Klaorline scenes.

Rose: Lexi, Alaric and Jenna, as well as other characters, know versions of Stefan, Damon, etc. from their worlds rather than the MF versions.

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LL