Chapter 6;

My face blushed. How can this be?

Klaus looked over at me, and cracked a grin. His face had so many words to describe the looks. Klaus whispered to me, while shifting the car into drive, "Well, that was unexpected."

I looked at him; he had just passed the Mystic Falls exit. We hadn't been driving for long; Klaus was taking his time getting to the long road to the airport. Klaus was the type to pass all the cheap airports and go straight to the Norfolk International Airport, which was possibly 4 hours away from Mystic Falls.

I couldn't be angry with him though. Although, I kind of wanted him to be. This relationship was no longer about hybrid to vampire; it was Caroline to Niklaus.

"So you are going to let your friends roll in despair locating you?" Klaus asked.

I giggled, "Despair? I believe that statement is a bit rushed."

"I believe you do not mind. Do you?" He questioned me.

I froze, I didn't know much to say, but it was true. I didn't really care. I have never been one to follow my heart and let my heart be the pilot, but today was the day I was going to start to be.

"Not at all."

It was a long road trip from Mystic Falls to Paris, France. Klaus was determined to make this happen, and I was on the road to making it follow through. He just needed to show me his true colors.

"So, where are we going?" I asked him. I was stubborn to know where we were. I was lost in the beautiful eternal city, but it seemed like he knew exactly where he was going.

"Somewhere, I have always wanted to go," Klaus smiled. The hotel was white and brown, and appeared to be a house. It was around 9pm when we stepped in the glorious and magnificent hotel.

There was no sign; not even one distinct notice showing where I am.

"Klaus, can you fill in me in at where we are?" I whispered.

"Shangri-La Hotel Paris," Klaus answered. It was exquisite. I was blown away by Klaus' decision.

"Ah, sounds fancy, Mr. Mikaelson," I laughed. He cracked a giggle, which unlocked a wonderful smile.

"It sure will be, love. Wait until you see the rest of the hotel." "So, I got the last Superior room available," Klaus explained grabbing the luggage cart and taking it outside with him.

Superior, huh?

He hurried up to arrive in the grand hall with our things. "So, explain this superior suite," I replied to his return. We walked up to the brown, tall desk to check-in with the receptionist.

Suddenly, Klaus began speaking fluent French.

"Je vérifie po," he began talking to the shy, young girl.

"Quel est le nom que vous l'enregistrement par?" She replied.

I was in awe, I had absolutely no idea what they were saying.

"Mikaelson," Klaus replied.

That must have been what they were discussing. I realized as soon as the young girl handed him a set of room card keys.

"Let's go, love. It's a long way up," Klaus answered.

He wheeled the luggage cart in front of him, as I walked next to him. We entered the glass elevator and he pushed the highest number listed on the side of the inside of the elevator.

It was all the way to the top, and this was the beginning of an adventure. I was kind of nervous and excited at the same time around him. My heart was fluttering faster than the usual speed. As we entered the floor of the beautiful hotel, there were not many rooms. When he opened the doors, it unveiled a beautiful white room. It had matching curtains, and even a random mini fridge. The best part about it, was the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower.

"Niklaus, this is just so breathtaking," I sighed opening up the curtains more, so I could get a better view.

"It is, isn't it love? The eternal city is perfect tonight."

"It is," I agreed.

He wrapped his right arm around my waist and stood by the window with me. We viewed the greatness. "So there's two beds?" I said breaking the moment.

"Yes," he began. "The best suite here comes with a King and a twin."

"Why didn't you get a one?" I questioned him. He smiled, "Well, I wanted you to have the best."