AN: Hi everyone! I kinda struggled writing this chapter, so i'm not too sure about how it came out. Hopefully, you all still enjoy it!
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Stefan bolted up from his bed, and quickly let out a loud groan. Had he been hit by a train or something? His head was pounding, his mouth felt dry and he felt like death. Yet, the delicious smell of someone cooking caught his attention. Had he left with anyone after the party? That's when it came back to him. He'd seen Elena…they spoke. What he said, he didn't remember but he was sure it wasn't good. And how the hell had he gotten home?
He slipped out of bed, heading to the bathroom and quickly washing his face and mouth. He then walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, letting out a small chuckle at the sight before him. Caroline was standing over the stove, cooking breakfast. She had turned on the radio and was currently singing along to the song, using the spatula as her microphone.
"Shot through the heart, and you're too late! Darlin' you give love a bad name!" she sang, her blonde curls bouncing as she moved her head from side to side. She turned off the stove, still singing and dancing a bit when she turned around, her expression shifting to one of embarrassment. Stefan let out another chuckle before sitting down on one of the stools.
"Your singing hasn't helped my headache much, Care," he half joked, half meant. Caroline wasn't a bad singer, but it didn't help that his head was pounding. Caroline proceeded to turn off the radio before looking at Stefan.
"And he lives!" she joked. Stefan shot her a glare in return. Caroline took out two dishes from the cabinet and put the food on their plates, setting one down in front of Stefan. She'd cooked pancakes, bacon, hash brown, and some eggs. Stefan's mouth watered at the sight before him, grabbing his fork and knife and digging in. Caroline opened the fridge door and took out a jug of orange juice pouring some into a cup for her and a cup for Stefan. She placed a cup in front of Stefan along with two Advils.
"Those should help." She walked over to the other side of the kitchen counter, sitting down on the stool and joining Stefan for breakfast. They were quiet for several minutes as they both ate, before Stefan spoke up.
"So, what happened last night?" he asked. Caroline looked up from her food and sighed.
"Well, you seemed to be telling Elena off pretty well. So good in fact, that Matt almost beat the shit out of you. But thankfully, your blonde sidekick," she said, pointing to herself, "was there to save the day." Stefan's eyes widened and he ran a hand through his hair.
"And I told them off too. I kinda ended things once and for all. And I gotta admit, it felt good," Caroline added. She took a sip of her orange juice, watching Stefan's expression as she told him what had happened.
"The party—how did I get home?" he asked.
"You had a bit of an audience formed; they were all very enthralled with your performance Mr. Salvatore," she teased. Stefan shot her another glare.
"I work with most of those people Care…I can only imagine what they think of me now…" he trailed off, before stuffing his mouth with hash browns.
"So what? You had every right to tell Elena off Stefan. She's a cold, heartless bitch who deserved everything that was coming to her. And Matt is a stupid coward," she answered, "anyways, before I upset my stomach by getting angry at those two, I'll move on from that."
"By the time I finished telling both of them off, you were passed out. Klaus helped me get you inside the limo and he even accompanied me back home and helped me bring you upstairs," Caroline continued. Stefan's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Really?"
Caroline nodded. "Maybe he's not as bad as you make him out to be Stefan." He scoffed at her answer.
"You don't know him like I do, Care," he warned, before scarfing down the rest of his breakfast. Caroline let out a loud sigh, eating just a few more bites of her breakfast before pushing the plate away from her. She finished her orange juice, then grabbed her and Stefan's plate and placed them in the sink.
"Well, hopefully I'll be able to get to know him just a little bit more…I'm having lunch with him today," she said as she washed the dishes. Stefan nearly choked on the Advil and orange juice he was swallowing. Had he heard her correctly?
"Care..." he began but was cut off as she let out a loud groan and turned off the faucet quickly. She looked at him with an angered gaze.
"Stefan, I am not 16 anymore. You don't always have to be the protective 'older brother'," she stated forming two quotation marks in the air as she used the term older brother. "I'm 25 years old. I can make my own decisions. And if Klaus ends up fucking me over in the end, then boo-freaking-hoo for me. I'll learn my lesson then. This is the first guy who's given me the time of day in a long time Stefan, and I'm interested in getting to know him."
Stefan stayed quiet throughout the duration of her mini-rant. He let out a sigh and shrugged once she finished. "Okay."
She looked taken aback by his answer, and furrowed her eyebrows as she eyed him suspiciously. "Really?" Stefan nodded in response. Immediately, a small smile formed on her lips.
"Thank you, Stefan," she smiled, walking over to him and giving him a small hug. Now it was his turn to be taken aback. "What for? If anything I should be thanking you for saving my ass last night."
"For giving me your blessing," she answered, "and it's alright. I'm sure you'll find some way to repay me." She headed over to his closet, grabbing her dress and slipping on a pair of Stefan's sweatpants. She walked out of his room and grabbed her clutch, which rested on his coffee table.
"Sure, just steal more of my clothes why don't you?" he joked.
"I was not about to leave your apartment wearing only an oversized t-shirt. Uh uh. Not happening. Now if you excuse me, I have to head back to my apartment and get ready for my lunch date. You gonna be alright without me?" she questioned, as she also grabbed a pair of Stefan's flip flops and slipped them on.
"Yup. I plan on recovering for the rest of the day," Stefan said, as he got up from the stool and headed over to the dark brown leather couch. Caroline smiled as she opened the door, giving Stefan one last look.
"I'll be sure to tell you it goes," she said. Stefan clasped his hands together and his eyes widened. "And then you could totally come over and we could gossip and do each other's nails!" he said sarcastically. Caroline narrowed her eyes, shooting Stefan a glare.
"Asshole," she muttered as she gave him the finger.
"Sorry Care, but you really need to get yourself some girlfriends," he stated, as he pressed the remote and turned on the TV.
"You're still an asshole!" she exclaimed as she began shutting the door.
"Love ya too!" he answered back, chuckling. He turned his attention back to the TV, changing the channel to USA as he watched a re-run of Law & Order. As a snarky blonde appeared on screen, his mind shifted to another blonde he vaguely remembered meeting the night before: Rebekah Mikaelson. Besides being able to enjoy the night with Caroline a bit, Rebekah had been the other bright side of the evening. She'd been a breath of fresh air, calling him out on having to get over her and then telling him Elena wasn't worth it. It was all true, and though Caroline did tell him once in a while that he had to get over Elena for good, Rebekah had been very straight up about it. 'Hopefully I'll see her at the firm on Monday,'Stefan pondered as he turned his attention back to the show.
~O~
Caroline had exited Stefan's apartment building and was walking down the sidewalk, when she came across a newsstand that had a very familiar face on it. The top rack of the newsstand carried the latest copy of The New York Times, and on the front page was none other than Elena.
A new face joins the literary community in New York City. Elena Donovan's The Hybrid tells the tale of a family of original vampires and the one son sentenced to live with a curse that he would try to break for the next thousand years. Doppelgangers, a small town in Virginia, booze and blood all make up this captivating story. Pick up a copy at your nearest bookstore!
Caroline rolled her eyes. The writer continued praising Elena's work, praising how sweet the young girl was and how she had a bright future ahead of her. If only they knew the real Elena, Caroline thought as she was about to set the newspaper back down before something caught her eye. Mikaelson Ball, return of youngest daughter! She quickly flitted through the pages before landing on page 6, which featured the same title along with a picture of the Mikaelson children. Mikael may have been a bit intimidating, and she may have not had a chance to meet their mother but she had to give it to them: they had the most gorgeous children she'd ever seen. They all stood on one of the staircases at the mansion. Klaus had his back against the railing, a leg raised on one of the steps and smirk in place as he held a glass of champagne in his hand. Elijah and Kol faced the camera both looking dapper in their suits and with a glass of champagne in their hand as well. The other two she guessed were Finn, the oldest and Rebekah, the one who the party had been before. Finn was handsome as well, but looked kind of plain. Rebekah was stunning though.
"Obviously, their gene pool is perfect," she muttered to herself as she skimmed over the article before placing it back down on the rack.
"I think perfect is rather extreme." She looked up to see Elijah standing there, looking slightly disheveled.
"I don't think we were ever formally introduced. I'm Elijah Mikaelson." He extended his hand out, a kind smile on his face.
"Caroline Forbes," she replied. Elijah nodded, "I've heard a bit about you from Stefan."
"Oh, like what?"
"How you helped him through some of his darkest times. He never elaborated but after witnessing what happened last night, I can say I have a pretty accurate idea of what occurred," he replied. Caroline looked down at her feet, embarrassed.
"Yeah..sorry about that," she said softly.
"It's alright. All high society parties need to have their dramatic spectacles, don't they?" he joked. Caroline raised her head, laughing and nodding in agreement.
"So what brings you to this side of town?" she questioned, referring to the fact that Stefan lived on the Upper West Side, and the Mikaelson's lived on the Upper East Side.
"Visiting my girlfriend. She has an apartment in Stefan's building. However, it wasn't as nice of a visit as I was expecting it to be," he replied, his voice lowering at the end. Caroline gave him a questioning look.
"What happened? If you don't mind me asking , that is."
Elijah let out a loud sigh. "She said I don't give her any time anymore and that she sees me looking at other women, which is absurd," he replied, his face clearly showing his frustration.
"Well maybe she's just insecure." Elijah shook his head, motioning for him and Caroline to move out of the way as a customer stepped forward to purchase something from the newsstand. "It's not insecurity. It's manipulation. She's been like this since we started dating."
"Then dump her," Caroline stated simply. If the girl was being difficult, Elijah really shouldn't give her the time of day. He seemed like way too nice of a guy to put up with that.
"She dumped me," he replied. Caroline's eyes widened and she put her hands up to her mouth.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry! But at least you're free of her now," she answered, trying to be as sympathetic as possible.
"I wish it were that easy," he mumbled.
"What do you mean?" Caroline furrowed her eyebrows.
"You see, the reason I started dating her in the first place is because her father is one of my father's top clients. He wanted to really secure that clientele and relationship by having me date Tatia," Elijah answered. Caroline's eyes widened.
"You're dating Tatia Petrova?! The daughter of Cristoph Petrova, as in the designer?! HE'S LIKE THE RALPH LAUREN OF OUR GENERATION!" Caroline squealed. Elijah laughed at her reaction and nodded.
"That's the one," he answered.
"He's such an inspiration to me! I mean coming from Bulgaria and having nothing and working his way up to where he is right now? It's just, inspiring," Caroline said in awe.
"You want to be a designer?" Elijah questioned. Caroline nodded, a shy smile on her face as she looked down at her feet.
"I think that's wonderful, Caroline. Have you tried applying for a job or internship of any sort?" he asked. She immediately lifted her head, meeting his gaze. Most people, besides Stefan, laughed about the possibility of her becoming or wanting to be a designer. They would say she had no chance in hell, or they would say "how typical. The blonde cheerleader wants to be a fashion designer." And now, she had Elijah Mikaelson, one of the richest men in Manhattan and one she considered to be quiet serious, telling her that it was a wonderful idea. It made her feel good about herself.
"Yes. Ever since I was in high school, I've been trying to get an internship but I've never gotten accepted or they would say they're not looking for an intern at the time. It's been difficult, but I'm not giving up any time soon," she smiled, happy to share her plans with someone other than Stefan.
"Good. You know, I could get you an internship with Cristoph…he already sees me as his son anyways," he said. Caroline shook her head immediately.
"It's very thoughtful of you Elijah, but this is something I kinda wanna do myself, you know?" she answered. Elijah nodded in understanding.
"Of course. Well, Caroline it's been lovely talking to you but I'm afraid I have to head to the firm. I hope to see you soon. You've made quite the impact on Stefan's life, and I see you're starting to do the same for my brother," Elijah smiled.
"On Klaus? How? I've met him like three times," she said, shaking her head at the notion that she had made some sort of impact on Klaus Mikaelson. Yeah, he had been nice and slightly endearing the night before but that didn't change the fact that he had a reputation for sleeping with anything with a skirt and pulse. He was one of the most notorious womanizers in New York. Yeah…no. Elijah had to be kidding. He chuckled at her reaction.
"Maybe not a significant impact…but I see changes in Niklaus. And something tells me you've had a part in it." Caroline stood there, shocked at what Elijah had just said. Had she really changed something in Klaus? She couldn't really believe it…Elijah had to be joking. She didn't even know what she could've said or done to make some sort of impact on him. Maybe Klaus had been trying some new sex position with one of his ever changing 'girlfriends' or whatever they were to him and that was what was making him different. Before she could even bring up that idea to Elijah however, he waved goodbye as a black town car pulled up by the newsstand.
"Rose says hi!" she blurted out. Oh god, had she actually said that? Elijah's face showed his confusion, but in a moment, it turned to one of embarrassment. He parted his lips as if to say something, but decided not to, waving once again at Caroline before sliding inside the town car.
Caroline slapped her hand against her forehead. Way to go Caroline, her subconscious muttered, as she hailed a cab and headed back to her apartment, wanting to shower and get ready for her date with Klaus.
~O~
Glass shattered against the wall, falling to the floor. Klaus watched, his eyes glazed and his breathing heavy. He thought last night had gone well. There was the complication of the Stefan/Elena argument, but he had had the chance to take Caroline home and had asked her out to lunch. But his plans had been ruined the moment he returned back to the party.
Klaus stepped into the mansion once more, the party still in full swing. The mindless chatter hung in the air and he rolled his eyes as he headed over to the bar. He ordered a scotch, resting his elbows on the bar as he contemplated where he would take Caroline to lunch the next day. It was then that he felt a small hand wrap around his arm. He turned his head slightly and saw Rebekah.
"Ah, sister. To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked, as he took a sip of his drink.
"Nik, its mother. She ran out of one of the guest bedrooms…she was crying. Then I heard father yelling after her," Rebekah stated, worried. Klaus sighed, turning to his face his sister.
"I'm sure it's some marital spat, Rebekah. Nothing to trouble yourself over," he replied calmly. Rebekah shook her head, her eyes frantic.
"I think this is more serious than that. I've never seen father so enraged, and he was yelling out your name," she replied. At that statement, Klaus quirked an eyebrow at his sister.
"And you're not used to him yelling out my name? He's always mad at me for some reason. Probably telling mother how much of a disappointment I am to him. Not like I care," he muttered as he went to take another sip of his drink, but was stopped as Rebekah snatched the glass away from him and set it down on the bar.
"No Nik, I think this is something more than that. Please, just go check," she said firmly, but he could hear the pleading in her voice. He knew that Rebekah was truly bothered over what she had witnessed between her mother and father, so to please her and calm her nerves, he agreed. He headed up the spiral staircases and turned into the hallway where the guest bedrooms were placed. He heard his father's muffled yelling, and his mother's sobs. As he inched closer to where their voices were coming from, he could make out what they were saying.
"YOU'RE TELLING ME ALL ALONG I'VE HARBORED A BASTARD IN MY HOUSE?!" Mikael roared.
"M-Mikael, Please! It was a mistake and I'm sorry! But Niklaus, he's our son. He's our family; don't act any differently because of this, please!" Esther pleaded.
Klaus furrowed his eyebrows at his parent's words. Bastard? It's not like he wasn't used to Mikael using that word when it came to him. He'd usually call him that during his drunken ramblings. But this argument seemed different. Klaus knocked softly on the door, ending his parent's yelling, as he opened it and stepped inside the room.
"Mother, father? What seems to be the problem? Rebekah saw mother crying and-"but Klaus never got to finish his sentence as Mikael's fist connected with his face, sending him to the floor.
"Mikael!" Esther yelled. Klaus groaned, holding his hand up to his face as he looked up and saw Mikael hovering over him.
"It's no wonder I never liked you, even when I thought you were my son. There was always something about you I've hated…and now I know why," Mikael spat, his eyes enraged.
"What is he talking about?" Klaus groaned, the question directed at his mother. Esther only shook her head, cupping her hands over her mouth as a sob wracked her body. Mikael looked at her in disgust before turning to Klaus again.
"You're a bastard, boy. You're not my son. You're just the product of your mother's sordid affair with one of my old business partners," Mikael all but roared. Klaus stood up, angered, and inched closer to his father.
"Doesn't give you the right to treat me like a sack of shit, now does it father? But then again, you've always treated me like I was nothing."
Mikael clenched his jaw as he set his cold gaze on Klaus. "That's just it, Niklaus. You're nothing. Just another disappointment in this life. I'm glad I no longer have to treat you like you're my blood. Consider yourself removed from the Robinson case and unemployed. If I see your face in Mikaelson and Sons on-" but he was cut off as soon as Klaus growled, grabbing Mikael by his shirt and pushing up against the wall. Mikael let out a laugh, "What are you going to do to me now, boy? Huh? Are you going to punch me? Oh please do." Klaus's jaw was clenched, his fists wrapped around Mikael's shirt as he stared at the man he had called his father for the past 27 years. There had always been a dislike between them. Mikael had always been cold with Klaus, and Klaus always wanted to spite him. He heard him let out another laugh.
"You're not going to do anything to me. You're a coward boy," the older man seethed, as he looked down at Klaus. Klaus blinked back the unwanted tears that formed in his eyes. Despite the dislike he harbored for Mikael, he had always strived to earn his acceptance but he had never been good enough. And finding this out was just the icing on the cake. As Mikael took notice of his eyes, he scoffed and shook his head.
"Pathetic," he muttered. Klaus set Mikael down roughly, causing the older Mikaelson to lose his balance and almost fall.
Klaus turned to his mother and she met his gaze, her eyes teary.
"Niklaus…," she began, her voice quivering.
"Don't," he warned his voice thick with emotion. Esther kept opening and closing her mouth, wanting to say something, as the tears cascaded down her cheeks.
"H-he saw me with him. With your real father..he w-was invited tonight as a guest of one of your father's newest clients. I saw him and we came upstairs to talked he wanted to know how you were and-" Esther stopped as she saw Klaus give her a deathly glare before storming out of the room and down the stairs. Many of the guests noticed him and had also heard some of the commotion upstairs, causing them to quiet down and murmur as he descended down the staircase. He quickly took notice of this and snapped.
"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" he exclaimed. There were exclaims of shock, but they turned to normal conversation soon after, not wanting to upset Klaus anymore. He was making his way to the front door when Elijah and Rebekah appeared in front of him.
"Niklaus, what's wrong?"
"Nik are you okay?"
"Leave me alone," Klaus muttered, pushing past them and going outside. They followed after him, Elijah catching up to him first.
"What's wrong brother? We heard some of what was going on upstairs…," Elijah trailed off, earning a scoff from Klaus.
"Then you have no need to ask what's bothering me." He pushed past Elijah as he motioned for the valet boy to send him his town car. He felt Rebekah's small hand wrap around his arm once more.
"Nik, whatever father said he-"
"Don't try and make up excuses for that old bastard now, Rebekah. Besides, what he said was the truth. I'm not his son. I'm a bastard, in the most literal sense of the word." Rebekah let out a soft gasp at her brother's confession and moved forward to pull him into an embrace but he recoiled.
"I don't need your pity," he muttered.
"We don't pity you, Niklaus. You're our brother even if we may not be of the same blood. You are a part of this family and we stick together, always and forever," Elijah answered, alluding to the motto they'd come up with when they were younger. The three of them had gone camping with their family as children and wandered off into the woods, eventually getting lost. They'd been frantic at first but decided to form a plan and find the camping ground again. "We stick together," a young Klaus and Elijah had stated, as they took their little sister's hand. "Always and forever," a young Rebekah had added, giving them a toothy smile.
"Ever the sentimentalist, Elijah," Klaus bit back.
"No, Nik it's true. We are a family and we're always here for you, whenever you need us." Rebekah stated. Klaus rolled his eyes at his sibling's words as the town car pulled up.
"Niklaus…," Elijah said, as he reached for his brother, knowing he wasn't in the best place at the moment. Klaus moved back, opening the door of the town car and giving his siblings a small wave before sliding inside; shutting the door.
"To my place, Dean," he muttered to the driver, who nodded in response. Klaus rested his head against the leather seat and closed his eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat. He was happy he'd recently restocked the alcohol in his penthouse, because he was going to need a drink once he got home…or lots of them.
~O~
Caroline drummed her fingers on the kitchen counter, biting her lower lip as she looked at the clock: 12:30. She'd received a text from Klaus the night before, which she still didn't know how he'd gotten her number, saying that he'd pass by to pick her up at 12. She had also tried to call him but he didn't answer. There was only one thing left to do: head to Mikaelson and Sons and hope to find out where he was. She grabbed her jacket and purse and headed out the door. As soon as she reached the sidewalk she hailed a cab.
Inside the cab, she took out her phone, her finger hovering over the "send new message" box. She didn't want to seem too needy and desperate. She'd already tried to call him and sending a text wouldn't look too good, would it? Several minutes later, she arrived at her desired destination. She handed the cab driver the money for the fare and stepped out of the cab and marched inside the lobby of Mikaelson and Sons. Her heels clicked against the floor as she made her way to the receptionist's desk, when a voice stopped her and caused her to look to turn around.
"Caroline?" Kol was walking through the glass doors an amused expression on his face.
"Kol," she nodded curtly.
"To what do we owe the pleasure?" he questioned as he walked up to her.
"I-I'm…I…Um…"
"Looking for my dear brother?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Caroline nodded.
"We're kind of supposed to be going on a lunch date but I haven't heard from him and he said he'd pick me up at 12 and now I don't know if he's standing me up," Caroline rambled, running a hand through her blonde locks, which earned a chuckle from Kol.
"The lucky bastard earned a date with you? What did he have to do to get you to do it? Get you drunk or something?" he laughed.
"He was being a gentleman for once. Something you should take note of," Caroline remarked, slightly bothered by Kol's comment. He raised his eyebrows at her and placed a hand to his chest.
"Ouch. I'm hurt by your comment, Caroline. For I can be a gentleman…I just choose not to. It's so much more fun," Kol answered, earning an eye roll from the blonde in front of him.
"Can you at least just tell me where your brother lives so I can go find him and be out of here?"
"Planning on punishing him for not picking you up for your date?" Kol teased, waggling his eyebrows.
"Forget it," Caroline sighed, walking past Kol and about to head out the door when she heard him speak.
"25 East 77th Street at Madison Avenue, the Mark." She turned around giving him a nod in thanks, which he answered by giving a nod back. She hailed another cab and quickly gave him the directions. It took her a little longer than she wished it had, but she finally reached Klaus's place. She headed out of the cab after paying the driver and walked inside the lobby. It was decorated beautifully and thought simple, it was very elegant. The woman at the front desk was busy talking on the phone, so Caroline quickly rushed over to the elevator. The doors opened and she stepped inside, pressing the PentHouse button, remembering that Stefan had mentioned that Klaus lived in a penthouse. The ride up was going at an excruciatingly slow pace, causing Caroline to pace back and forth in the elevator. Finally, the doors opened to reveal his place. She walked inside, her heels once again clicking against the floor as she looked around.
"Klaus?" she asked. No answer. She walked further inside, looking up at the glass ceiling in awe. She looked back down and saw him, resting on an armchair. He held a bottle of whiskey in his hand and his eyes were glazed over.
"Klaus," she breathed, as she took in his appereance. His hair was disheveled and he was wearing the dress shirt and pants from the night before.
"If it isn't sweet Carolineee," he drawled, taking a swig of his drink.
"Klaus…what's wrong?" she questioned.
"Nothing's wrong love," he replied, as he took in her appearance. "Going somewhere? You look very lovely."
"I-Uh, yeah. We had a lunch date, remember?" she said, crossing her arms over her chest. It dawned on him then and he raised his eyebrows.
"Ah, that's right. And you-you came all the way over here to get me?" he questioned, pointing at her. She pressed her lips together and nodded. He looked at her funny before bursting into laughter.
"Oh, that's touching. You probably thought something was wrong didn't you?" he stated, standing up from his chair and walking over to Caroline.
"Well, yeah. You didn't answer my call and you did-"
"You cared enough to come check on me. How...pathetic." Caroline was taken aback at his words and she felt her cheeks turned red.
"I-I just wanted to make sure that-
"That I was okay. Very sweet, Caroline. However, it's pitiful don't you think? You barely know me and the little you do know about me is that I'm a rich upper east side bad boy who likes to fuck anything with a skirt, is that true? Which I do, but I have a very selective taste. But that's just it, Caroline. In your eyes, I'm not good. I'm the bad guy," he replied, as he moved his hand to graze it over her arm, but she quickly took a step back.
"I never said you were the bad guy, Klaus. I was just going off based on what Stefan had told me about you. And since when is it 'pitiful' to actually care if something's wrong with someone?" she answered back.
"Because caring will lead you nowhere, Caroline. Those sorts of emotion are pathetic in a human being, it proves that you are weak. And I'm sure you thought that this date would mean so much to me too, now didn't you? And that you possibly be able to change me, is that it?" he slurred as he moved closer to her. Tears prickled her eyes at his words and she looked down at her feet.
"Ah, that was it wasn't it. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you Caroline but you can't. I'll always be a heartless rich asshole. A disappointment," he remarked, his tone bitter.
"You're drunk," Caroline muttered.
"Drunken words are sober thoughts, sweetheart. And don't get me wrong, you are beautiful," he said, letting his eyes gaze wander down her body, "but you're nothing to me. This whole date, this whole romantic notion you had in your head, it's nothing Caroline. If anything, it's quite a pitiful sight." Her hand connected with his cheek, causing Klaus to stumble back in shock. He looked at Caroline, as a tear made its way down her cheek. She looked at him in disgust, shaking her head, before she rushed out of his penthouse.
Klaus clenched his jaw, taking a swig of his drink before looking down at the bottle. A growled emitted from his throat as he threw the bottle, letting it smash into pieces against the wall. He ran a hand through his hair, still feeling the sting of Caroline's slap. He knew that his words would hurt her but at that moment he hadn't cared. He wanted her to hurt like he had hurt yesterday…like he was still hurting. Besides, it was better to end whatever was going on between them before it begun. You're no good for her, his subconscious told him. It would be for the best. Caroline Forbes would be better off without him.
~O~
AN: So what did you think?! I'd love feedback! Also, I'm looking for a beta and someone who would maybe be able to make a graphic for this story? I'd really appreciate it :) I've seen a lot of cool graphics for different Klaroline fanfics on Tumblr and all i can think about is how awesome and they are and how i'd love to have one for this story! So if anyone would be kind enough to do that for me, i'd love them for forever!