A/N: Tehe I feel evil…I don't exactly know why but this chapter makes me want to giggle evilly…because it's so perfect in my mind…but that's my opinion of it… I'll apologize ahead of time for the cliffhanger at the end… ;)
She scooted down into the pillow a little further and let her eyes slowly drift shut, all the while running her fingers soothingly through his hair.
The sky was starting to lighten as Elijah walked up the steps to the mansion his brother had built for them. Rebekah followed not even a step behind. He couldn't crush her hopes about this cure, but if Silas wanted it—he didn't know if Rebekah could get it.
It was silent in the house, only the crackle of a dying fire could be heard. He followed his ears towards the parlor and then his nose as he smelt blood in the air.
"Wonder who he killed," Rebekah grumbled hoping it wasn't anyone on the prom committee, she wanted to make it to at least one dance.
Entering the parlor they both froze in their tracks.
Klaus lay on the couch fast asleep—in the arms of the blonde baby vampire Caroline Forbes.
Elijah and Rebekah exchanged a look.
Klaus was sweaty and there was dried blood covering the upper right of his back.
Niklaus's face was snuggled into the breast on the Forbes girl, as a child would hug their mother for comfort. Her left hand was at the back of his head with her fingers through his curls. She was cradling his head to her. Both of them were fast asleep.
"Should we—" Rebekah started but was interrupted when Elijah put a finger to his lips. He nodded his head at the doorway indicating they should leave the two of them to sleep.
Rebekah followed Elijah into the kitchen and sat on the stool as he poured himself a glass of scotch.
"We can ask Niklaus what happened when he wakes," Elijah said as he held his glass and leaned back against the counter.
"You know Nik sleeps like the dead when he's exhausted—can we please just wake him now so I can take the cure?" Rebekah whined.
"Rebekah," Elijah chided, "I do not know what happened between Niklaus and the Forbes girl—but I do know he would not be happy if you woke him from sleeping with her."
"Ugh, fine," she groaned hopping off the stool. "I'm going to bed then—chasing Katherine all over the place was way too tiring." She walked towards the door and spun around to face him again. "And dear god, dealing with Elena was way too annoying—why those Salvatores continue to pine over her is beyond me. She's such a whiny, selfish little bitch."
Rebekah walked out of the room with her arms crossed over her chest, of course Caroline would be the reason she couldn't take the cure right now.
Elijah shook his head at his sister's antics as she left the room, some things would never change. He swirled the amber liquid in the bottom of his glass for a moment. Katarina. What would he do with her? He frowned and then walked into the library to think. He sure needed it after being stuck in a car with Rebekah for the past few hours—her chattering on and on about prom and being human. He sat down and set his glass on the table next to him, putting his head in his hands.
His head shot up when he heard a noise from the other room. Looked like they wouldn't be waiting so long to talk to their brother after all.
Klaus woke in the most comfortable and enticing position. He lifted his head from Caroline's breasts, where he had been resting and looked at the sleeping beauty. He felt the corners of his mouth pull upwards in a genuine smile. She looked absolutely breathtaking while asleep. Her curls were mussed and her mouth held a little smile as she dreamed.
He frowned as he realized that she was squished into the couch—she deserved to sleep in comfort.
Klaus effortlessly scooped her up into his arms and walked out of the parlor. She shifted slightly in her sleep curling into his chest more, snuggling her face closer to his bare skin. He started to ascend the steps when movement caught his eye.
He froze, but then immediately relaxed as Elijah emerged from the library with an inquisitive look on his face.
Klaus raised a finger to him indicating for him to wait a moment and then continued up the steps. He nudged the door to his room open with his foot and walked towards his bed. Just as he was about to set her down she let out a little moan and again snuggled her face closer.
He stood there holding her for a moment—savoring in the fact that Caroline was curled up against him, in his arms.
The footsteps of Elijah on the floor below him pulled him from his thoughts and admiration of the beautiful baby vampire in his arms. He reached down and pulled back the covers and then gently laid her on his bed. Klaus reached for her feet and gently pulled her boots off one by one, letting them drop to the floor beside the bed.
He smirked at the bright mismatched colors of her socks. His smirk turned into a genuine smile as she turned over and snuggled into his pillows, letting out another delicious sounding moan in her sleep. He reached down and pulled the covers up over her, tucking her into his bed tenderly.
Allowing himself one last glance, he walked into his bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. He ran it under the faucet and then wiped the blood away from his upper back. He could take a shower later, right now he needed to speak to his brother about the cure.
Walking back into his room he pulled open a drawer in his dresser and removed a grey Henley. He slipped it over his head and then walked back over to the bed.
Caroline was still fast asleep as he reached out and tucked a curl behind her ear to admire her face once more before she woke and the illusion shattered.
Klaus let out a long sigh and then walked out of his room, pulling the door quietly closed behind him. He descended the steps quietly and walked into the parlor where Elijah was standing—staring at the blood on the floor.
"Niklaus what is going on?" Elijah asked looking up at his brother as he entered the room. He had not anticipated returning to Mystic Falls and finding—welling whatever he had walked in on earlier with Rebekah.
Klaus didn't answer him. He walked over to his stash of liquor and poured himself a glass of scotch. He then walked over to the table that held the bloody stake and picked it up.
"Silas stabbed me with this," he said handing the bloody stake to his brother and then taking a sip of his drink. "—and broke it off in my back."
"Broke?" Elijah inquired raising his eyebrows at Klaus and then studying the stake closer. "I thought mother made it indestructible."
"Well he is a two thousand year old immortal warlock—I'm sure he's more powerful than mother's protection spell on the stake," Klaus said sarcastically. He was still irritated with himself that he had let Silas get the better of him.
Caroline must've died and gone to heaven, because she was in the most comfortable bed she had ever slept in. She inhaled deeply as she snuggled into the pillows further, not wanting to get up. She was immediately enveloped with the irresistible masculine scent that was distinctly Klaus. Her eyes flew open.
She was in a bed, and by the smell of it—Klaus's bed.
She sat up slowly and looked around the room. It was painted in dark hues of grey and brown. There was a fireplace on the wall opposite the bed she was laying on and she suspected a bathroom through the cracked door to the right of the fireplace. She turned and looked at the wall behind her as she saw the frames out of the corner of her eye. The wall above the bed was covered in frames, and in each one was a letter. Why did Klaus have framed letters above his bed?
She turned and looked at the bed she was lying on. It had dark silky sheets and a large, soft and dark colored duvet. As she looked down at the bed she caught a glimpse of her hands—and the blood that still coated them. She knew it was Klaus's blood, but the sight of blood on her hands made her inhale shakily. There was more than just Klaus's blood on her hands, there was the blood of twelve witches on her hands as well.
She was immediately overwhelmed with grief and utter despair. Her chin started to tremble as she let the fact that she had murdered twelve people two nights ago sink in.
Caroline suddenly heard Klaus talking to Elijah downstairs and anger flooded through her in place of the grief. She flashed down the stairs, taking note that he must've taken off her shoes as she nearly slipped on the hardwood floor in her socks, and appeared in front of the two original brothers. They both glanced at her as she suddenly appeared in the parlor.
She stormed towards Klaus and shoved his chest with all her might. He stumbled back a step and then held his ground.
"You suck," she shouted at him, fisting her hands by her sides.
Anger crossed his features, but she didn't back down—she knew he wouldn't hurt her again.
"I'd be careful of what I said next if I were you," he threatened in a low voice while stepping closer to her, invading her space.
She just glared at him, her hands tightening further and drawing blood in her palms. Her eyes shot to Elijah quickly, what was Elijah doing here? She turned her eyes back to Klaus, reminding herself of the issue at hand.
"Why didn't you stop them?" she demanded. She had intended it to come out furiously, but her voice broke at the end as her emotions got the better of her.
He quirked his eyebrow in confusion, but held his defensive stance. Them? Oh the witches—they still hadn't finished their conversation about it yet.
"One death wouldn't have completed the triangle," he said calmly. He was confused by her sudden outburst—she had been fine hours ago.
"No one had to die," Caroline insisted as she unclenched her hands, letting the small puncture marks in her palms heal. "Bonnie is my best friend—you were going to let her die—you were just going to stand there and watch." Her eyes started to water and her hands started to shake as the emotions hit her head on. "I killed twelve people," she whispered, "—twelve people." Her lip started to tremble, and the tears that had filled her eyes, started leaking from the corners of them.
"Did you—?" he asked, more to himself than to her and then paused. She did, she turned it back on. He reached out and immediately pulled her into his chest.
Elijah's eyes were wide as he watched the interaction in front of him. Never before had he seen anyone get away with pushing Klaus or yelling at him. Anyone who defied him would've lost their head by now—yet Miss Forbes remained untouched. And now he was comforting her?
"Sweetheart what's wrong?" Klaus whispered moving his hand to the back of her head and cradling her head to his chest. He moved his other arm to wrap around her waist, holding her body tighter to his.
"Everything!" she cried into his chest, fisting her hands in the fabric of his Henley.
"When did you turn it back on?" He asked gently.
She pulled her head away slightly and shyly peeked at Elijah for a moment.
"When we were on the couch earlier" she whispered, glancing at the floor to avoid Klaus's eyes and the gaze of his brother.
"Brother, give us a moment," Klaus said, not even turning to look at his brother.
A/N: Ok I get that these past 3 chapters went up quickly…but that is because the end of the last chapter…and majority of this one were already written and sitting in my documents…so now the chapters will be going up 1-3 times a week again as opposed to once a day lol….and I apologize for the cliffhanger…but I want them to actually talk….and not try and rush it into the end of one of my chapters…
U guys know the drill…Reviews and suggestions?! They make me super happy! ;)