NO! Don't be pregnant please

NO BABY PLEEEEEEASE!

Not just no, but HELL NO. That monstrosity of a plotline should never even think of dreaming of whispering of wishing to see the light of day. :(

I don't think Hayley should be pregnant and there should be no baby. I think it would ruin the story. No offence. :)

Hahahaha Okay okay, I get it! Thanks for all your helpful reviews!

Moving on :) Hope you like this chapter, it's from Klaus's point of view which I have found to be a lot of fun to write! This gives a little more background with him and Hayley sooooo yeah :) And please please take a second to review, it means the world to me! -Cheer

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Klaus's point of view

The event tonight is what brings me out of the house. Elijah's insistence that it will be helpful, and Rebekah's pleading with me that it will be enjoyable, both seem to fall short of the truth.

"Please come Nic, Elijah's coming!" Rebekah wines as she pushes her arms through the sleeves of her jacket, quickly fixing her hair afterwards.

"You say that as if it's meant to convince me."

"Oh stop pouting." She rolls her eyes dramatically before grabbing up her purse and turning to me, putting in her last two cents, "You're my brother, and I want you to come and have a drink with me." She a shrug and a small glare she exits the room.

A few minutes later I hear her leave the house.

"Tyler, hey, it's been a while..." I hear the young Bennett witch's voice over the rest, she's near the entry, as am I, but I don't make an effort to be seen as I lean against the brick wall outside the Grill, watching as the people of Mystic Falls funnel in to celebrate with the new Mayor.

"Hey Bonnie, have you seen Caroline?" The insufferable hybrids enquiries of Caroline's whereabouts anger me more than they should. I find myself struggling to stay out of sight. Craving the feeling of his throat in my grip. Feeling his esophagus collapse under my strength...

It wouldn't kill him, but it'd make one hell of a show.

"Oh..." Bonnie sounds nervous and unsure. I perk up, pushing myself off the wall, standing straighter, is Caroline here? Is she alright? "Tyler, I don't really think she wants to see you..."

I relax.

Find myself fighting a smile at the thought of Caroline dodging his company. Though it quickly fades when I remember, me and the little mutt are in the same boat. Both of us on the outs with the fair Miss. Forbes.

"Well Bonnie that's not what I asked." His tone is both hurt and frustrated. "I need to talk to her."

"Well I don't know where she is." Bonnie's voice is just as curt.

With that, Tyler huffs and enters the building along with the rest. I can't help but smile at his failed attempts to track her down. Only when she wants to be found, will he find her.

Looking around the immediate area... Who am I to talk?

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"Spare me your lecture Elijah," I take a swig of whiskey from the bottle I snagged from the Grill's kitchen, taking note that's it's nearly empty, and I'm finally beginning to feel the effects of it.

"Even if I did wish to lecture you brother, I'm sure you would forget every word by morning." Fixing his cuffs and taking a seat next to me on the bench outside the Mystic Grill, he eyes the bottle in my hand with disapproving eyes.

"Now that's the truth." I narrow my eyes at the pavement and take another drink.

"Is it impossible to have a civilized conversation with you Nicklaus? Or are you just determined to act like a six year old?" Removing the bottle from my hand he takes a long, slow drink before throwing it with ample strength, across the street; it shatters against a brick wall.

"Say what it is you have to say to me, I'm not interested in any of your life lessons."

With a heavy sigh Elijah's breath fogs the air around us, the night is unnaturally cool for the time of year.

"You always were stubborn."

"Stop."

"Naive, impulsive, often times cruel—"

"Stop it."

"You prey on people's weaknesses and you thrive off of their losses."

My drunken head pounds uncomfortably so, and I'm standing and walking away before he can say another word.

"But honesty you have not lost."

His words take a second to process through the thick haze of anger and alcohol, but when they do, I do exactly what he wanted me to.

I stop.

I can hear him rise from his seat on the bench, his slow strides towards me sound cautioned.

"I had lost all hope in you Nicklause. Watching you wreak havoc on so many, lie to so many..." He's in front of me now, with an expression of such pride it's confusing and infuriating at the same time. "You made a brave and honourable decision... You have taken the high road."

"Alone brother?" I spit, my tone falling to its default; defensive.

"She will forgive you."

"Ahh Elijah," I throw up my hands unable to keep the smile off my face though there's a sour taste in my mouth, "The man with all of the answers."

"Klaus—"

"When will you ever get tired of telling people what they want to hear?" The sudden anger in my voice surprises him. I love that I can still do that. Surprise people.

"Give her time Nicklaus."

I don't answer.

And with that, Elijah leaves, walking back into the grill, the place I couldn't bring myself to go into tonight. I run a hand through my hair, trying to make sense of what's in my head, but having trouble sorting the delirious drunken thoughts, from the one that matter.

'She will forgive you'

He didn't see her look of complete and utter betrayal when I told her the truth.

Out of all the terrible, unthinkable things I've done in my hundreds of year on this earth, this is the truth I will lose her to.

A one night stand.

I chuckle to myself at the ridiculousness of the situation, though there's no humour in any of it.

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"Hah! Can you imagine what they would say?"Hayley pulls her skirt up to rest on her hips, zipping it quickly.

"I know you've not been around quite long enough to grasp this, but I tend to not concern myself with other peoples thoughts."

"Just the select few?" She quirks an eyebrow at me, and it grates on me. This young wolf, though satisfactory in bed, irritates me immensely.

"Run away little wolf."

"Oh come on," Her hands stop their work on the buttons of her shirt, leaving most of the skin of her chest and stomach exposed, her eyelids drooping seductively as she slowly kneels on the edge of the bed beside me. "We had fun last night..." lifting a leg over me, she straddles me comfortably. Her hand skimming along my stomach and chest. "I could tell you enjoyed yourself... Just admit it..."

I close my eyes as her hands trail along me, letting myself revel in her submissiveness for another second before grasping her hands roughly, and rolling over, pinning her to the bed. She gasps loudly as she realizes her new position, as I hover over her in complete control.

I bring my mouth to her ear, her rough breathing against my neck.

"As charming as you are Sweetheart, let's not blow this out of proportion." With one last rough push into the mattress, I release her hands and sit up and away from her. "Last night was a combination of two bottles of whiskey, boredom and convenient proximity to a bed." I'm not sure if my words hurt her. I'm not sure I care.

"Not to mention your bottled up sexual energy for a one Caroline Forbes."

Her mocking aggravates me.

Pulling my shirt over my head, I exit the room. And later, when I re-enter for my car keys, she's gone.

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As if by some sick joke, it's somehow Hayley's voice that pulls me back into the present. I wonder for a moment if it's merely part of this sick memory. Only when I concentrate on where the voice came from; inside the Grill, I find it's not my mind playing evil games...

"Oh come on Caroline, you know you were just hoping I'd show up here tonight, so let's talk!"

The realization that Caroline and Hayley have found their way into the same room makes my stomach twist uneasily.

"I'm lost." Rebekah, as blunt and uncouth as ever, interjects the obviously heated moment.

How did I not realise Hayley had decided to join in on the celebrations?

"Look maybe this isn't the time or place to sort out your difference."

Stephan, always the negotiator; The referee.

"See brother, and I think their problem is they both have one very similar interest." Damon, putting in his sarcastic piece. Imagining the look on Caroline's face at that comment makes my mouth twitch upward— but it quickly fades away when his words slip into context.

"Look I'm tired, I just want to leave." She does sound tired; and irritable. Instinctively I take a step towards the doors, but catch myself quickly. Part of me wanting to go in and remove Caroline from this situation completely. Another part of me; a stronger, sick part, wants to wait and see how this plays out.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Hayley sounds smug, joyful at the thought of Caroline's suffering.

Though when Caroline speaks again, she sounds even, and under control, if not a little defensive. Something she didn't used to be so often. I fear she's picked up a few of my bad habits.

This also brings me a sick sort of pleasure...

"How about the fact that you broke my neck in a bathroom stall and assisted in the mass murder of 12 hybrids to help a psychopathic serial killer?"

What's this about a broken neck? My mind searches through every memory of Caroline, not once had I heard a thing about Hayley attacking her in any way. Seems she does have more than one good reason to dislike this girl.

It's only a second after I've decided to intervene, that my hand is on the door handle, pulling it ajar, taking a half step inside the bar.

Caroline's almost at the door, at first I'm sure she sees me, but she has no reaction to my presence. Stephan and Elijah on the other hand both catch my movement and glance my way, neither of them saying a word.

"Oh, we all know the only reason you're upset is because I screwed Klaus before you got around to it!"

Caroline's face goes white. I step in the room completely, the others seeing me now as well, Damon raises an eyebrow in my direction, Bonnie glares, and Elena's face is unreadable.

But Hayley... Hayley smirks at me. The kind of look I've received very few times in my life—from what I understand is I seemed to frighten people too much for them to look at me this way. That's when Rebekah tells me anyway.

But this one girl, she rubs me raw.

Anger pulsing through me, though nothing compared to the look of Caroline's face—pure, unadulterated loathing.

It happens so fast I almost miss the action, but in a second, Caroline is spinning away from me, throwing herself towards Hayley with all her vampire strength, her fist connecting with her jaw with a loud popping noise. I'm not certain of where the noise came from; Hayley's face or Caroline's hand, but as Hayley hits the floor, it's obvious there was a generous amount of force behind the hit.

The room is silent for a second. I feel like I should react, go to aid... someone, but I find myself frozen with shock.

Caroline suddenly winces, and gives her hand a few shakes, and it becomes obvious she hadn't planned on getting physical, and that the hit surprised her as much as the rest of us.

And then she turns, her eyes meeting mine, fire burning there in her intense stare. I can't move, I can even bring myself to speak.

Why was the fact that Caroline had just defended herself with a brutal assault, over me, so unbelievably hot?

"Feel better?" Damon inquires, looking at Caroline with an expression of awe and pride.

"Kind of." Caroline says curtly, examining her hand once again, it does look seriously injured, even if it is healing quickly.

"Bitch!" Hayley yells from the floor, her voice seething with anger as she holds the side of her face.

Caroline looks away from me, releasing me from her intoxicating gaze, and towards the girl on the floor in front of her.

"Took the word right out of my mouth." She spits at her, and I'm all of a sudden finding myself trying hard to hide a smile.

With that, she turns away, walking right up to me.

I want to reach out to her, touch her, talk to her—but I know it's out of the question.

She brushes past me, her hand twitching towards mine, but there's no contact. The contact I crave as she disappears out the door, and into the night.

I take a second to look around the room, the shock wearing off, my mind replaying what just happened.

"Woooah," A man with a small group of people I've never seen before look over at the scene, some of them looking amused, and baffled.

Hayley whimpers slightly from her place on the floor a few feet in front of me, touching her jaw, then checking her hand for blood.

I take a few steps forward, taking a side look at my disapproving brother, and hold my hand down for her without looking at her once.

A few seconds tick by, and her hand slips into mine.

I hold it hard and yank her to her feet, she yelps when she's suddenly at my eye level, her body very close to mine as she tries to put space between us, but I hold her fast.

"Walk out of here." My words are cold, even to my ears. "And if you come back, I will find you." I feel my anger drain as I watch her flinch away from my threatening words. With Caroline gone, and with me to take her place in the close quarters, her backbone is gone, and her arrogance is nowhere to be found.

I let her pull her hand out of mine, giving me a deep glare before moving past me, and following Caroline's way out the door.

There's a beat of utter silence.

Damon lets out a low whistle.

"As always, Nic comes and makes the night so much more fun." Rebekah glares at me and shakes her head.

"Come on brother," Elijah stands, buttons his jacket, and places a hand on my back. "You have a bottle of Bourbon to sleep off."

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