Thanks for your reviews everyone, they always make my day. I'm glad you are enjoying the story so far. This chapter will be from Klaus's perspective (like I said in my last note points of view will alternate with chapters).
Chapter Two: Collision Course
The light streamed in through a crack in the curtains disturbing him from his slumber. Klaus slowly opened his eyes not prepared for the excruciating pain that came over him. He closed his eyes quickly trying to make it go away but no such luck.
He turned over trying to block out the sunlight by placing the pillow over his head. He stretched his arms out to get more comfortable feeling something next to him, or was it someone? Klaus slowly lifted the pillow off his head and opened his eyes seeing a mop of blonde hair splayed out over the adjacent pillow.
What the hell had he done? He recalled there being tequila, a lot of tequila but not too much after that. Klaus pulled himself up on his elbows, the pain ripping through his head. He closed his eyes momentarily then looked back over at the blonde in his bed. She was laying face down her hair everywhere, he couldn't help but notice her amazing body outlined under the white sheets not to mention her creamy porcelain skin.
He shook his head trying to collect his thoughts through his splitting headache. How had they ended up in bed together? Klaus could vaguely recall their trip to The Palms, including the champagne in the limousine followed by cocktails at the hotel bar but then he drew a blank.
Caroline stirred and Klaus quickly turned over not wanting to get caught checking out her perfect physique. He couldn't believe he didn't remember having sex with her, it was something he really wished he had. He felt her moving around obviously trying to get her bearings. Klaus heard her groan, the hangover well and truly setting in.
He felt the bed sink realising she was attempting to get up, was she doing a runner on him? Klaus was immediately offended; most women would kill to wake up next to him. He rolled over not about to let her get away with it.
"Morning love." He drawled. She jumped startled by his greeting trying to keep the sheet firmly around her body. Klaus thought she looked incredibly sexy, her pink cheeks tinged with embarrassment and that blonde hair a complete wild mess. She narrowed her blood shot eyes at him.
"Mmmm yeah morning." She replied her voice raspy. She began to sway and lost her balance finding herself back on the bed. "How much did we drink?" She mumbled her head in her hands trying desperately to make the dizziness disappear.
"Well judging by the stack of empty mini-bar bottles on the floor not to mention the champagne, the cocktails and all that tequila on the flight, I'm thinking quite a lot." She groaned in pain, the mere mention of alcoholic beverages making her sick.
"I don't even remember half of that." She cried. "I need a hot shower, some strong painkillers and a massage, not necessarily in that order."
"Well I could definitely help you with that massage." Klaus said raising his eyebrows suddenly feeling much better, well one part of his body certainly did.
"How can you even think of that at a time like this?" She asked incredulously.
"Well why not? I was too drunk to remember what happened last night so I feel somewhat short changed." He laughed.
"Well are you sure we did?" She asked completely confused by what did or didn't happen.
"Honey I always come, you don't need to worry about that." He said cocking his left eyebrow.
"Oh p-uh-lease!" She muttered shaking her head in disbelief at his massive ego. "I'm blaming the excessive alcohol for finding you slightly attractive last night."
"Love you found me attractive long before the alcohol, I caught you checking out my arse on the plane." He replied a smirk plastered on his face. She stood up again and moved about the room trying to locate pieces of her clothing which were strewn everywhere. She was about to go into the bathroom when he called out.
"Forgetting something?" He asked twirling her lacy pink bra around his finger; she grabbed it from him and stalked back to the bathroom slamming the door with a loud bang. Klaus held his head the pain too much to bear.
He heard the water start running and attempted to get up slowly. Klaus located his navy boxer shorts and put them on taking a look in the mirror at his reflection for the first time. He certainly had seen better days, his hair was sticking up in different directions, his blue eyes were now red and his skin was sickly pale. He rubbed his eyes then ran his hands over his face.
Klaus felt cold metal on his skin and pulled his hands back to examine what was causing it. He inhaled sharply the realisation sweeping over him. Klaus heard a scream coming from the bathroom figuring she had just reached the same conclusion. Klaus looked down at the dressing table noticing a signed certificate, his greatest fear now confirmed.
Caroline emerged a fluffy white towel wrapped around her body, her face deathly serious. Klaus could see her playing with the ring on her left hand sensing her agitation.
"Well hello there Mrs Mikaelson." Klaus said.
"Don't you Mrs Mikaelson me!" She hollered.
"What would prefer I call you wifey or ball and chain?" He joked.
"Do you really think this is the time for jokes Klaus?"
"Probably not Caroline but if I don't make jokes right now I'll just get really angry." He cried.
"How the hell did this happen?" She asked her frustration boiling over.
"Well what happens usually is that two people go to the church and say some vows along the lines of 'till death do us part' then the celebrant or Elvis in this case pronounces them husband and wife." Caroline just shook her head at Klaus in disbelief.
"Ignoring your latest attempt at a joke, how do you know it was Elvis, do you remember something?" She asked pointing her finger at him accusingly.
"No I just assumed being that we're in Vegas and all. Also this certificate saying we got hitched at the Elvis Wedding Chapel was sort of a dead giveaway." He said waving the piece of paper in front of her face. She snatched it from him her face dropping with every word she read.
Caroline threw it back at him and sat on the bed her head in her hands. Klaus looked at the blonde suddenly feeling very sorry for her. He was widely known as a womaniser and a drunken wedding in Vegas wouldn't be much of a stretch, if anything it would probably just add to his charm but she was America's darling, there was no easy way out of this for Caroline.
Klaus could hear her muffled sobs but had no idea what to do. He wasn't the comforting type of guy, hell this was the longest he'd ever spent with a girl after a one night stand.
"Caroline..." He started.
"You know Klaus I'm not sure I want to hear anything from you right now." She said smoothing down her hair and looking up at him, her eyes red and puffy. "This kind of thing doesn't happen to me."
"Oh so what you're trying to say is that it's all my fault." He cried his pity towards her fading fast.
"Well if the shoe fits." She snapped.
"Oh so you're completely blameless in all of this are you?" He yelled. "So I made you get really drunk and I made you marry me, is that what you're trying to say?"
"I didn't say that." She mumbled.
"Well that's exactly what it sounded like Caroline. You know at least I'm adult enough to admit it when I make a mistake."
"I'm sorry okay? I'm just not dealing with this; I didn't mean to take it out on you." She said quietly her voice full of sincerity.
"Well you were doing a pretty good job of it." He said raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah yeah." She muttered. "What are we going to do Klaus?" She asked despondently.
"You know it's times like these I wish we were just normal people with normal lives and normal jobs."
"I hear you. Now I'll forever be known as that other blonde singer who was stupid enough to repeat the other one's mistake." She moaned.
"Oops I did it again?" He asked a smile playing on his lips.
"Okay just so you know these little jokes you make in order to deal with crises are so not funny." She said shaking her head at him.
"And here I was thinking I had a career in stand-up comedy." Caroline shot him a dirty look in response. "Sorry no more lame jokes. Let me think about this, if you were a celebrity and found yourself in this position who would be your absolute best friend right now?" Caroline looked at him realising what he was getting at.
"My publicist." She said in barely a whisper and Klaus nodded in agreement. His mobile phone rang interrupting the silence. Klaus looked at the screen a flicker of recognition crossing his face.
"Speak of the devil, it's like she can smell trouble." Klaus said connecting the call. "Bonnie honey, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Don't you honey me Niklaus." He cringed knowing he must really be in trouble for her to be calling him that. "You have a lot of explaining to do!"