One and Only
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Characters etc belong to L.J. Smith and the Production of the TV Show "Vampire Diaries"
I only own my OC.
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Here's the Eleventh Chapter of O&O!
Cassie left alone in the suite... She's not going to get bored!
Please, R&R!:)
WARNING: swear words
Chapter 11
Raise Your Glass
Cassie
They left me here, all alone. Well, not that alone. Klaus made some of his minions watch over me like hawks all the time! Three of them are at the door of the suite, one on each of the three balcony doors and I don't know how many more around - just waiting for me to do something stupid again.
Klaus brought us to a luxury hotel & spa in Cary, very close to Raleigh, North Carolina. Of course, he'd gotten us the presidential suite. How typical of him: the best hotel and its best suite. Well, I wouldn't mind at all, if only he didn't book it under name of, Mr and Mrs Mikaelson. WHAT?! When I heard that I just wanted to stake him right there, at the foyer. And now EVERYBODY here is calling me "Mrs Mikaelson". I really think I should reconsider my decision of crossing out of the list committing suicide. I feel I could do it, like, right now.
Why he booked the presidential suite for both of us? Well, the answer is simple: there is only one bedroom. How on earth, in the most luxurious hotel around here, in its most luxurious suite, there can be only ONE freaking bedroom?!
So, they left me here and I really feel I'm going to explode very soon. Oh, no! I won't let it affect me that way. I walk to the bar in the living room in the suite and take out all the alcohol bottles. Oh, how nice. That's the upside of such suite: all possible kinds of beverages in one place. I take tequila and call Caroline.
"Hi Cas, what's up?" I hear her voice and instantly I feel better.
"Care, it's time to expand the list. You've got time?"
I hear her chuckle.
"For you, my friend? Always. What are you drinking?"
I look at the very expensive bottle of tequila in my hand and remember it from some TV program I once watched.
"Rey Sol Anejo, chica. 400 bucks per bottle." I hear her whistle and I chuckle. "As you see, Klaus likes his alcohol expensive. But do not fear, my friend. I bet your own tequila will be better than this… "
Now we're both laughing out loud. I take a glass and pour myself some. Oh, it's really good. And if I want to expand the list enough I will need more of it.
"So, where were we, dear friend?" Caroline asks after pouring herself a drink.
I take the list from my bag, sit at the large table in the dining room of the suite and grin like a Cheshire cat. "Number 40, Care. And it's just the beginning."
Later that night
I wake up and I can feel my eyelids heavy. My head is pounding and in my mouth I have the taste of… what? Mud? Ashes? I don't know, it tastes horrible. Ugh, what happened? I wipe my eyes and I can see I'm in the bedroom and the light on the small table on the left is on. I want to shut my eyes and go to sleep once more. I would do that if I didn't hear somebody chuckle. I really have to strain my eyes to actually see a figure sitting in one of the armchairs. Crap! It's Klaus! "Just turn it off and go away!" I groan and I feel like I've got a frog in my throat.
"Oh, I would do that, love," I hear him saying. "But you're sleeping in my bed."
If my eyes didn't hurt so much, I would probably roll them. "Be a man. Sleep on the couch. After all, it was your idea to have a suite with only one bedroom."
Oh, now he's openly chuckling. I'm getting more conscious with every passing second and I find it ultimately annoying. What's worse, I feel I'm going to throw up, very soon. I try to sit on the bed but my head is spinning and I just… can't. In a flash he's right beside me and… even in the dim light, with my head pounding, I can see the concerned look on his face.
"What happened?" I ask, unable to remind myself about that.
I can feel him caressing gently my face and I really want to shake his hand or just slap him, but don't feel strong enough to do that now.
"You've emptied a bottle of tequila and a half bottle of gin. By yourself. Really bad idea." Once again, I want to roll my eyes in response.
"Just… Stop talking. Let me sleep." I growl and try to turn over, but it's just not happening. He's not letting me do that. Just great.
"You'll feel really hang-over tomorrow."
"Don't pretend you care."
"You'd be surprised…" Because of pounding in my head his almost inaudible whisper sounds to me as loud as thunder. "But I can help you with that…"
Before I can do anything, I feel… What? The taste of blood. What the hell?! I realize he's… giving me some of his blood. I don't know why, I don't know what for, but in an instant the pounding in my head gets less painful. I can hear him whispering something to me, but before I can understand the words, I drift into sleep.
The next morning
I wake up and I find myself… Well, not hang-over at all! That's a good news! I sit on the bed, yawn and stretch. I wonder what happened last night if the last thing I remember is me starting the bottle of tequila and expanding the list with Caroline on the phone. And later… Klaus showing up… Oh, gosh! If he found out about the list… No, no, no! That's not true!
I look around, worried sick. After some very long moment I find our list under my pillow. Thank God! I really hope that Klaus the Bastard wasn't able to find it. Now I should really analyze it. But what if he's at the suite?
Then, I see a sheet of paper on the night table. I sigh with relief when I realize it's from him.
"Away with Stefan, looking for werewolves.
Coming back for dinner at 8.
Hoping you feel well this morning.
Don't do anything stupid!
Klaus."
I roll my eyes at the letter. But still, it has to mean he didn't find the list. Phew. OK, so now I really have to check all the ideas we've had with Caroline last night. I lay on the pillows once more, open folded papers that constitute my list and look for the last point I do remember writing. With every word I read the memories from last night come flooding back. Oh. My. God!
A/N: So... Cassie got drunk and with Caroline she expanded the list;)
How much and with what?
About that in the next chapter;) - ASAP;)
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