Klaus heard Marcel and another person approaching. He sighed and dropped his paint brush vehemently.
"Marcel, what part of 'Not to be disturbed' is so difficult for you to grasp?" Klaus snapped as he turned to greet his friend with his obvious displeasure, but he was stopped in his tracks when he saw her.
"Caroline," he breathed a whisper that tore through him like razorblades.
"Hello Klaus," She said evenly, even though he could hear her heart racing inside her fragile human chest.
But there was something else. Something new.
He looked down and saw her swollen body, obvious despite her loose fitting maternity shirt. His emotions warred within him. Jealousy rose first. It had been impossible to imagine another man's hands on Caroline Forbes without having a wild desire to rip that man's head off. He'd known when he left Caroline that she would eventually move on with her life. It was what he wanted for her. He wanted her to have a long human life. He wanted her to be happy. But not so quickly.
He had thrown himself into his campaign to reclaim New Orleans to distract himself from the knowledge that Caroline's brief existence was passing hundreds of miles away. He tried not imagine where she was or what she was doing because he knew that the very thought of her would have the power to draw him back to her.
He'd been aching for her and she'd be letting some unworthy boy touch her.
The initial jealousy subsided when he noticed the look on Caroline's face. She tried to hide it beneath a cold glare, but he could see it plainly. She was still in love with him.
Marcel looked between Klaus and Caroline.
"I'm guessing you're the girl?" He asked.
Caroline didn't look away from Klaus as she replied, "I'm the girl."
Klaus felt an instinctive smirk creep onto his face. Despite the way they had parted, Caroline knew better than to believe the lie he told her when he ripped her heart out… figuratively for one. He may have left her, but she would have been a fool to think that he didn't love her, no matter what he said to the contrary.
"Would you give us a minute, Marcel?" Klaus asked, though he knew his tone made it very clear that it wasn't a request.
Marcel shot a wary glance at Caroline and Klaus realized that his friend was worried about her because of his 'no hurting kids' policy. He gave Marcel a look of warning and his friend left.
Once Marcel was out of earshot, Klaus looked at her.
"Do you have something to confess, Caroline?"
"I'm pregnant ." She said, rolling her eyes.
"Yes, that is rather obvious." Klaus slowly crossed the distance between them. "And the father?"
"Matt," She said smoothly, "You'd left and I was hurting and one thing just sort of lead to another."
Klaus stopped walking. Her response jarred him. He knew that his sister had been shacking up with the quarterback since she became human, he didn't hear from her often, but often enough to know that. It was an obvious lie, and Klaus could only think of one reason she would lie about this.
"I don't believe you," He said.
"Well, it's the truth." She said, with the same prickly hostility that he knew she used to cover up the things she didn't want to feel.
"If Matt Donavan had fathered your children, that boy would have married you," Klaus said, leaning toward her to whisper in her ear. "You're not wearing a ring."
"We decided we wanted different things." Caroline said, backing away from him.
"Lies."
Caroline took a step back and bumped into the wall. Klaus didn't stop, he didn't stop until his body pressed her tight against the wall. He wrapped his hand around her throat, stroking one finger along her jawline. His touch held a threat, but there was something tender about his dangerous caress. He remembered he'd once told her that she was beautiful but that he would kill her if she didn't stop talking. Now he would kill her if she didn't start.
He leaned close, closing his eyes as he listened to the trio of heartbeats coming from one body.
"Admit it, love," His warm whisper brushed her ear, "They're mine."
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