*Caroline's POV*
I woke up to someone jumping up and down on my bed. Judging by these past few days, Klaus didn't believe in sleeping in. "Mommy, mommy, mommy!" He cried, mocking a small child swapping out his sexy British accent for an American one. "Klaus, I swear on all that is good, if you don't get off of me, I will kill you." I growled. He chuckled lightly. "Impossible, love, but if you'd like, I have other ideas of how you can take your frustrations out on me. I believe I may even have some chains in my closet." He grinned mischievously, wiggling his eyebrows at me. "Ewwww!" I yelled attempting to hide my face under my covers. "Wait!" I shouted throwing my covers off and sitting up in my bed. "What the hell do you have chains for?" I asked worriedly. He never answered my question. Instead, a dark smile appeared on his face.

"Sometimes I really start to question your sanity." I laughed. "Well, sweetheart, I'm a thousand year old hybrid who threatens people's lives on a daily with absolutely no remorse and no regard for anyone's personal interest except my own, and yet somehow I find myself falling for the sweetest baby vampire I've ever come across. I agree. I'm completely insane over you. I've never been like this and it's all because of you." He shrugged. I smiled. "Well, as sweet as that is," I started, squeezing his cheeks, "I'm going back to sleep." I said throwing my head back onto my pillow. "Oh no you don't. I didn't get any sleep last night; you don't get any sleep this morning." He reasoned. "Awww. The big bad hybrid couldn't sleep?" I mocked. "No, actually." He whispered laying down next to me in my bed; staring at me. "Someone had me up all night imagining every inch of her body after she turned me on more than anyone has in a very long time and then decided to storm off to her bedroom." He whispered as he leaned in to nibble on my earlobe and lightly kiss the skin just below it. "Nik, stop." I groaned. "Not a chance. You teased me last night. It's only fair that you make it up to me." He explained so quietly that I could barely hear him. His arms snaked around me and in the blink of an eye, he had me straddling him on the bed, fiercely attacking his full lips.

I tried to push him away, but he just pulled me closer in response. "Klaus, no." I panted feeling my self control depleting.

His human teeth pulled at the skin of my collarbone. When I yelped in both pleasure and pain, he let his tongue trace over the marks that his teeth had just left. I gasped feeling my body begin to react to his touch as I lay on top of him. My nerves came alive everywhere that he touched, leaving behind little tingles that made it feel like electric currents were running through my veins. I was running on pure adrenaline, now. I pushed him down onto the bed, grinding my hips against him. He chuckled and flipped us over so that he was on top of me. He pulled my hands above my head and kissed me slowly and softly. I groaned wanting more of him, trying to kiss him more forcefully, but he just pulled away from me. "Rule number one- I'm in control. Always. " He smirked. I grimaced and tried to break free of his hold and regain control of the situation. He resisted my struggles and slammed me back into the mattress. "Rule number two- never tease me like that again because two can play that game and I always win." He cooed before leaving me one more soft kiss on my lips and rushing out of the room. I sat up looking around the room. "What in the world was that?" I screamed extremely annoyed. "You tease me, I tease you. Rule number two, love." He answered from the other room. "Did that really just happen?" I wondered quietly to myself, sure that he couldn't hear. "Yes. Now get ready. I have to show you New Orleans." Klaus called happily from the other room. I could hear his quiet laughter from the hall.

"I hate you!" I screamed. "No you don't. If you did, you wouldn't be so upset. You just hate the way that I started something that I wouldn't finish" He shot back. I frowned. He knew me too well. "Whatever, Niklaus." I fretted using his full name to show my annoyance.

"Where are we going?" I inquired for the eighteenth time. "It's a surprise." He muttered yet again. "Klaus, just tell me!" I demanded. "Sweetheart, do you recall rule number one? I'm the boss, so just relax and stop asking me questions. Trust me." He ordered. "Fine." I pouted. "Oh, love. Don't pout. Your face will get stuck like that." He teased. I glared at him.

He leaned over and pecked me on the cheek. "We're almost there." He promised.

Five minutes later, we pulled up on Bourbon Street. I gasped. We were surrounded by music, performers, restaurants, bars, and cute little shops; just like he'd said in the voicemail that he'd left me. My jaw dropped. "So I take it you like it?" Klaus guessed leaning towards me. "I love it! It's adorable!" I exclaimed. "I'm glad you enjoy it." He smiled.

I hugged him tightly. "For a sadistic original hybrid, you sure are amazing. When you're with me, at least." I grinned. He kissed my hair. "Only because I'm smitten with you. If you were anyone else, you'd be dead." He joked. I snuggled closer to him. "I love you."I admitted with my eyes widening to the size of saucers when I realized what I had just said. It was quiet for a moment. 'Damn it, Caroline. Why would you say that? You weren't supposed to tell him that.' I chastised myself in my head.

I couldn't see his face but I could vividly imagine the smile- the one that I love so much- stretching from ear to ear across his face. "I love you, too, sweetheart." he mused. I relaxed a little and pulled away from him smiling.

He grinned widely and for the first time since I'd met him, he looked...nervous. "Ummm...care for a drink?" He asked nervously scratching behind his ear. "Sure." I smiled. He was kind of cute when I made him nervous. He looked innocent. Almost vulnerable.

With my confidence skyrocketing, I grabbed his hand, tangling our fingers together and leaned in towards him as we walked into one of the famous bars on the long, busy street. He held the door to the bar open and I walked in, but not before standing on tip toes to plant a soft, sweet kiss on his cheek and pulling him inside behind me.

I ordered hot wings while Klaus ordered fish and chips-those damn Brits love their fish and french fries. We were in the middle of discussing what we'd do for the next couple of days while in New Orleans when Klaus's iPhone started vibrating on the table. He held it up to his face and read the message. I sat across from him wondering what he was staring at. His eyes widened. He locked the phone and set it back down. He looked as if he was scared, confused, and angry all at the same time but he said nothing.

"Klaus?" I called waving a hand in front of his face. "Nik, you're scaring me. Are you ok?" I was becoming distraught. He must have snapped out of it because he faked a smile. "Yes, love. I'm fine, sweetheart." He spoke. "Don't lie to me. I know you, Nik. What's wrong? Honestly." I nudged. "Nothing, love. I just need to use the restroom, love." He assured me. I could tell by his overuse of nicknames and the worry in not only his voice, but his smile as well, that he was lying. He got up and excused himself to go to the bathroom, leaving his phone on the table.

When he was out of sight, I grabbed and unlocked his phone, knowing I didn't have much time to do my snooping.

I went to his messages, looking up to make sure that the coast was still clear.

The last message he'd received was from an unsaved number. 'Hey, Klaus. It's Hailey. Ummm…we need to talk about our baby…' it read. What the h-e-double hockey sticks was that…dog talking to MY Klaus about? What did she mean their baby? Klaus couldn't have kids and he'd never sleep with that thing. But then why was he so worried? If he was worried, that meant that something had happened between them, something that somehow led to a pregnancy. It had to be true…he wouldn't be freaking out if it wasn't true I didn't know how but it had to be. Tears were welling up in my eyes. I sat there trying to decide what to do. I locked the phone and set it down on the table crossing my arms.

*Klaus's POV*

I stared at myself in the mirror of the men's restroom. I was panicking. How in the bloody hell was I supposed to explain all of this to Caroline? I had already decided how to get myself out of the situation. I just had to play nice with the witches until they helped me kill Marcel, so that I could take over as the king of the French quarter and then, I was free to kill Hailey and her child. I had wanted to refrain from telling Caroline any of this, but if she was destined to find out, I needed to tell her so that she'd take my side in the matter. All she truly needed to know was that yes, Hailey was carrying my child thanks to a terrible mistake, but in the end, it was Caroline who I would give the world to. I had already promised her luxurious trips wherever she wanted to go, any material thing that her heart could possibly desire and anything else that was within my reach and none of that had changed. She could still have it all. Hailey and her little puppy-child wouldn't affect that because when I had told her that I loved her, I had meant it.

My feelings for Caroline- feelings that I shouldn't even be having- were starting to complicate things. Surely I'd have to tell her the full story eventually, but at what cost? After over a thousand years of being the "big bad hybrid" as she liked to call me, I refused to let go of the one thing that managed to make me feel human and I refused to lose her over something as trivial as a liquor fueled one night stand.

I knew what I needed to do. I flashed out of the restroom and back to the table that I'd left Caroline at. I looked around, not seeing her anywhere. I looked down, and on the table sat my cell phone and underneath that, a paper napkin with neat penmanship adorning it. It was Caroline's handwriting.

Hey.'love'. Just thought that I should let you know that I read your text messages. I know about your miraculous little love child with that…mutt. I don't know why I thought that you'd changed or what possessed me to believe that we could ever be anything other than enemies-especially when you continue to do shit like this. Well, you're a complete d-bag. I'm going back to the mansion to get my things and then, I'm going home. Don't call, or text, or randomly show up on my doorstep. I don't want to see you. Oh, and I hope you enjoy walking. I took that pretty little sports car of yours. –Caroline

I cursed under my breath. Tears were threatening to fall as my face was set into an angry scowl. She had managed to make the original hybrid feel completely human again and now she was threatening to leave me. Me. The one who would do anything for her. I kicked over the chair that she had been sitting in minutes before and threw the table into the wall, leaving a gaping hole in the drywall before flashing out of the bar and into the streets of New Orleans once again. There was a mix of emotions brewing in me. Hatred and fury for Hailey who would no doubt hear about it, but also despair and an overwhelming sense of guilt for hurting Caroline. The only thought running through my head was that I needed to find her and with that, I took off running. I wouldn't lose her this easily.

Dun dun dunnnn. Well, evil me- I left y'all with a cliffhanger. Muahahahaha. What do you think is gonna happen and what do you want to happen. As always, review. I'm already starting on the next chapter BUT you know the drill. No reviews, no uploads. I don't want to spend a bunch of time writing if no one is interested so please give me honest opinions!