July 13th 2015
Mystic Falls
(Klaus POV)
I was lying in bed with Kara, who was still sleeping. I was on my phone, making sure my plans were going smoothly. The church was decorated, Elijah and Katerina were very well off being distracted by Marcel and Rebekah respectively, the invitations had been sent out, and the only thing left to plan out was the bachelor and bachelorette parties. The honeymoon was already planned.
So right now on my phone I was marking places in New Orleans that Katerina and Elijah loved and setting a schedule for when they would be there if they both liked the place and when they would leave. Sure this was a whole lot to plan out in the span of three days but I've had worse. Everything would go according to plan or those who messed with my plan would be included in a massacre that happened on accidental planning. I was not a very merciful man.
I was almost startled when Kara started tracing my jaw. "When are we going to Chicago?" She asked. "You promised yesterday we'd go."
"I didn't say we'd go today, sweetheart. I do promise we'll pack our things for Saturday and we'll leave on Saturday with first class tickets and the finest service you've ever received on a plane before. It'll be lovely, I promise." I said kissing her cheek and gently dragging my hands through her hair. She hummed before going back to sleep, her head laid on my chest. We'd have to get up at five. That's when her son wakes. We've been keeping our relationship a secret, from everyone.
(Kai POV)
Tyler had wanted me to go see what was in theaters and so I had obliged him. Now I was on my way home with the information and thinking about what movies we should watch. Jeremy had said that he'd watched a movie with Bonnie but it'd been a romantic movie or something.
I was heading into a bar when I heard Damon call my name. "Malachai Parker! Get over here now!" He demanded. I rolled my eyes and turned around to see what he wanted. I walked over to him.
"What is it Damon?" I asked.
"What are you doing away from the house?"
"Walking? Breathing? Living?" He gritted his teeth. "I don't see what's wrong with what I'm doing Damon." I stated, pretending to sound clueless.
"You're not under supervision! That's the problem!"
"I'm 21 years old Damon. I don't really think I need supervision. Even if it's from a control freak like you." I stated, turning back around to go in the bar. Damon grabbed my forearm and dragged me to his car before basically throwing me in and buckling me into the seat before jumping into the driver seat and speeding off before driving toward the house.
"I don't give a damn if you're 21. You're a psychopath and a murderer, which means yes, you do need supervision. I know why you were going in that bar."
"To get a drink?"
"Actually Liv works there. You know, that twin sister you failed to murder? The one you spent all last year tormenting?" I sighed and got comfortable in the back seat as he finally shut up.
"How did you even know she works there?"
"That's not really your concern."
"It is if you've been bullying my little sis."
"What were you even doing outside by yourself anyway?"
"Seeing what movies are in theaters. Tyler asked me to see what's playing in the Mystic Falls movie theaters and I chose one of them. And by the way, I was just going to go in there and buy a drink and psych her out, nothing harmful I swear."
"And cars fly."
"You know, if you have a big and strong enough sling shot, cars really do fly. Unless of course you count airplanes. They have four wheels and are made of metal."
"Shut up!" He ordered. I grinned.
"Whatever you say Mr. Salvatore, master of the house." I could practically see him seething under my very words.