Hey guys!
Happy New Year! Let's all have a prayer for Klaroline in 2015.
Anyways, I ended up updating a lot sooner than I expected considering I was catching up on TO season 2 this week. Forgive me if this chapter is a little shorter than what I've been posting recently. I just wanted this to serve as a basis to set up what will be going on in the next couple of chapters. So after reading about all the Mystic Falls shenanigans, it's time to see what's up in NOLA. Prepare for some good ol' family drama between our favorite original family.
And stay tuned for my rant about the Originals.
I'd like to warn you guys that this story has a lot of spoilers from the show, so you might want to catch up first before reading this… but if you really don't care, by all means. I will try to explain everything thoroughly throughout my story. It leaves off right where season 2 left off in the mid-season finale.
Anyways, ENJOY!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, if I did, Klaus and Caroline would be feeding each other beignets.
Chapter 7: Champagne Is Their Thing
New Orleans, the largest city in Louisiana and one of America's major trading ports along the east coast. With a population of roughly 300,000 inhabitants, its mix of diverse people from every corner of the Earth makes New Orleans easily the most unique city in the United States. The two Salvatore brothers would find that that piece of information would be their downfall.
It had been well-over an hour since Stefan and Damon had arrived in the Big Easy. According to Tyler, Klaus lived off the skirts of the French Quarter on a plantation farm. But after checking every household surrounding the area, they were still hybrid-less. The only place that seemed to fit Tyler's description was a two-story white mansion that had been burned down a year ago.
"This is impossible," Damon groaned as they continued to roam the streets. "How the hell are we supposed to find this guy? He could be anywhere!"
"Could you tone down the negativity a little, Damon? It's not helping," Stefan frowned. "Try giving him another call."
"Oh yeah, because he's going to answer after my THOUSAND other attempts." He began to mimic the answering tone, "'I'm sorry, but the person you're trying to reach right now is not available. Please leave a message after the tone… BEEP!' Hey, Klaus. Would you stop being an ass and answer my calls because your beloved Caroline is hours away from dying. Much love, Damon. BEEEEEP!" Damon rung in Stefan's ear before he swatted him away.
"Ok, I get it! We're having a little trouble finding him."
"A little!" Damon yelled. "That's got to be the understatement of the century. We've checked six different mansions, compelled just about every person we could get our hands on, and still no sign of the bastard! 'Little' doesn't even encompass half of the trouble we've gone through today."
"Well," Stefan sighed. "We can't give up. Caroline needs us."
Damon grumbled under his breath, walking past Stefan.
"And where do you think you're going?" he called.
"I need a drink," the dark-haired brother yelled back. "How else am I supposed to survive this insanity?"
Stefan followed after him, walking under a hanging wooden sign that read: Rousseau's.
Damon pushed through the doors and took a seat at the bar. It wasn't quite like the one back in Mystic Falls mostly because it lacked the modern design that the Mystic Grill had, but it would do. The booths looked like they were back from the late 1900s, but were oddly in perfect condition, and the wood looked aged, chipping in some areas. Behind the counter were shelves of bottles from wines, to champagnes, to whiskey, and vodka.
Stefan sat up at the stool next to him and rested his arm on the counter.
"You do realize we're wasting time by being here, right?"
"No," Damon grinned at him. "I'm multitasking."
The bartender came over to them with a smile.
"What would you gentlemen like today?"
"I'd like a glass of your finest Bourbon, and while you're at it," Damon leaned over and grabbed his collar. He looked into the bartender's eyes, "Why don't you tell me all you know about Klaus Mikaelson?"
"He drops in once in a while to have a drink," the bartender answered entranced.
"Is that it?" Damon compelled.
"Yes."
"That'll be all." Damon let go of his shirt and sat back down on his stool, nodding towards his brother, "Get him a glass of Bourbon too."
The bartender nodded, fixing his collar before leaving to retrieve their drinks.
"Was that really necessary, Damon?"
"No," he admitted. "But you can't say I didn't try."
The bartender returned and placed their drinks on napkins. Damon swirled the golden liquid in his glass before taking a sip. Stefan sighed and did the same.
"So you're looking for Klaus Mikaelson," the man next to him said.
Damon set down his drink and glimpsed at the guy next to him. He had broad shoulders, lean arms, and dark skin.
"Yeah, do you know him?" Stefan answered, studying him.
"Depends," the man glanced to the side to look at the two brothers. "Who's asking?"
"Well, who's answering?" Damon growled.
He was already getting annoyed with his cool-guy façade. If he had answers about the hybrid, he better spill the beans before he ripped his head off.
Stefan placed a firm hand on Damon, willing him not to make a scene. He turned back to the man.
"I'm Stefan, and this is my brother, Damon. Klaus is an old friend of ours," he explained.
"Funny, Klaus has never mentioned you guys before," the man snickered as he took a drink.
Damon clenched his fists, but Stefan still held him back.
"We've had some…troubles in the past," he admitted. "But we're here for his help."
"What kind of help?"
"We rather keep that information to ourselves."
"Why hide it?" the man pried. "Judging by your brother's little stunt with the bartender, I can see you're not exactly subtle. Besides, I know you guys aren't human."
Stefan's eyes widened, giving Damon the opportunity to stand up. The man did the same. Standing face-to-face, they glared at each other.
"I know you're a vampire, Damon," he said in a low voice. "But I'll let you guys on a little secret. I am too."
Stefan let out a breath of relief and pulled Damon back down to his seat. The man sat back down as well and resumed drinking his glass.
"So let's try this again," the man said. "What do you want with Klaus?"
"We need his blood," Damon spat.
"Our friend got bit by a werewolf and–"
"Klaus' blood is the only cure for a werewolf bite," the man finished.
The brothers were surprised that the man knew that piece of information.
"Alright, I'll take you guys to him," the man agreed. "But on one condition."
Damon rolled his eyes.
Of course, there was always a catch.
"You have to help me find his sister."
"Why?" Stefan asked. "What happened to Rebekah?"
"It's a long story," the man said. "But it's less finding, and more retrieving, to be honest."
"Trouble finding an original," Damon muttered. "Gee, join to the club."
He ignored his comment and continued, "We have reason to believe she's imprisoned by witches in another person's body."
"Wait, what?" Damon said confused. "How'd she get herself in that mess? Who'd she piss off this time?"
"It doesn't matter," Stefan said drinking the last of his bourbon and getting up. "He can tell us all about it while we go get for her."
The man smiled. Damon looked at his brother appalled.
He quickly grabbed Stefan's arm and spoke under his breath, "Are you serious? We're going to help this guy? We don't even know for sure if he knows where Klaus is!"
"I know, Damon. But this is the only lead we have to find him. The more time we spend drinking in this bar, the closer Caroline gets to dying," Stefan urged. "Now this man obviously knows Klaus and Rebekah, and it sounds like he has some alliance with them. So I'm willing to go on a limb here and help him if it at least brings us closer to finding Klaus."
Damon shook his head, "I don't like him. We don't even know his name."
"You don't have to like him, we just need to help him. So either you come with us to find Rebekah and see Klaus, or you stay here until I get back."
Damon pursed his lips in defeat, he grumpily gulped the rest of drink down.
"Fine, let's go find ourselves the original bitch."
The man smiled, leading the two of them outside the bar. As soon as they walked out, once again the Salvatores were met with the crowds of people that littered every street corner. But before embarking on their mission, the man turned back to Damon and Stefan.
"By the way, the name's Marcellus Gerard," the man grinned. "But you can call me Marcel."
Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub.
Elijah scrubbed his hands under the running water of the sink.
Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub.
The thick blood clogged between his fingers as it slivered down into the drain.
Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub.
"Please! Don't do this!" the man begged backing up against the counter.
Bodies littered the diner, mangled ligaments sprawled over the tables, and blood spilled on the floor.
Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub.
Elijah stalked towards him with ease, ignoring his petty pleas for mercy.
He was going to harm her. He couldn't allow that happen, he wouldn't. Nothing could touch her. Nothing would touch her. Not when Elijah was there to protect her.
"Please!" the man screamed again.
Elijah stopped in his tracks.
Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub.
As the last of the blood seeped from his hands, he calmly dried them with a paper towel before looking at his reflection. Blood splattered the side of his weary face, red droplets lingering under his chin. Lifting up his handkerchief, he lightly dabbed them away.
Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub.
The man stared at him frightened, eyes wide and breathes heavy. Elijah could make out the sound of his heart thumping. The quick thrum of every beat. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Each pump sending a gush of blood surging through his veins.
Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub.
Elijah hadn't wasted his time on dispatching the others. He simply went about killing each and every one of them. A plunge of his arm and he ripped out their hearts. A swift stomp on their backs and he shattered their spines. A bite from his fangs and he tore out their throats. But this one, this one he was saving for last.
Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub.
He wiped away the last of the blood that covered his face.
There. He was clean. But something seemed off.
He looked down at his suit and saw the damp blood that covered him. Stains of red masked him from head-to-toe, seeping through his clothing and touching his skin.
He pressed his fingers against the stains.
Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub.
Elijah closed his eyes and took a deep breath, taking in the tantalizing scent of blood.
When he opened them, they were deep red and starving for a taste.
The man caught his breath in fear at the sight.
"What kind of monster are you?"
An evil grin danced on his lips, revealing his sharp fangs ready to puncture the man's plump skin.
"I am no monster," Elijah chuckled. "I am an original vampire."
The man shivered.
Elijah suddenly lunged forward and sunk his teeth in the man's neck. The man yelled and screamed thrashing against the original, but he bit down harder, snapping the man's neck so he hung limply in his arms as Elijah continued to drain him.
Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub.
Looking back at the mirror, Elijah could see his blood-shot eyes and veins protruding. His reflection grinned back at him, lifting up its hand, it licked the blood that enveloped them. Elijah looked back down at his. They were covered in blood as well as if he hadn't washed them in the first place.
His reflection chortled.
Elijah frantically started to wash his hands again, trying to wipe away the blood. Blood seemed to ooze from his hands endlessly.
Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub.
Taking handfuls of paper towels he tried to cease the flow, but it only soaked them with thick red.
The laugh grew louder.
Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub.
He began to rip at his skin, scratching away the stains.
Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub.
The laugh was booming now, echoing in the small bathroom.
Elijah clawed at his skin uncontrollably. Tearing and tearing and tearing and–
RRRRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGG!
Elijah jolted up breathing heavily, sweat rolled down his bare chest. Running his hand through his hair, he tried to compose himself. When his breaths slowed, he sighed.
Thank goodness, just another hallucination.
It had been over a week since Klaus had rescued him from Esther, though he was safely away from her prison, her words continued to haunt him in his dreams every night.
RRRRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGG!
He looked around the room. The walls were washed with maroon, with heavy grey curtains that hung over the windows, and old wooden shelves that towered against the walls.
"Elijah, answer the phone," Hayley groaned, stirring beside him.
He looked down at the brunette that lay naked next to him, the white sheets barely covering her exposed back. He smiled at the remembrance of what had conspired between them last night. But the ring of his phone tore him away from his thoughts.
RRRRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGG!
He stepped out of bed and pulled on some pants, before answering the phone.
RRRRRRRIIIII–
"Hello?"
"Ah, brother," the voice on the other line greeted. "I see you've finally woken up."
"Klaus," he answered.
"None other."
Elijah rolled his eyes.
"Any news on Rebekah?"
"No, not a word. We tried to do a locator spell, but it seems she's being cloaked by some other force."
"So she's with witches?"
"I presume so," Klaus agreed.
What could the witches possibly want with their sister?
"I also have reason to believe that Kol is behind all this."
"Kol? What makes you think that?" Elijah asked confused. "Did he not bring back the White Oak Stake after mother's spell?"
"Indeed, he did. But he was the one that prepared the body for Rebekah to jump in, and yet somehow we are conveniently unable to find her," Klaus' voice became very grave. "I fear he is conspiring against me again."
Elijah began to pace the room, trying to think of a solution.
"Don't do anything drastic, brother. We can't lose his allegiance if we are to defeat father and Finn, we need him on our side."
"I will not allow him to play these silly games with me while our sister is hidden somewhere," Klaus growled. "I will kill him as many times as possible until he–"
"I realize you're upset, but we cannot allow him to know that we are aware of his schemes," he interrupted. "It's better if we unravel it ourselves and find Rebekah without his help. What is Marcel up to right now?"
Klaus scowled at the change of subject.
"He told me he'd dig further into the girl who Kol said was the body he prepared for Rebekah to jump into. Her name's Angelica E. Barker. Ring any bells?"
Elijah shook his head, "Not that I know of."
"Same, but Marcel seems to believe he knows where she might be," he explained. "So while he handles that, I'll be speaking with the wolves and Jackson later this afternoon."
"And what of I? I've been cooped up in this house for far too long."
"It's not safe to bring Hope back just yet, so I need you to continue to watch over Hayley and her until we know what father and Finn are up to."
Elijah was shocked.
"This is ridiculous. I should be there helping you fi–"
"Yes, I know you want to help, brother. But after what Rebekah told me, I think its best you stay there where you can't draw too much attention by killing a whole diner again. Mother's witchcraft could still have a hold on you."
He cringed.
He should be there with his brother rallying up the werewolves and helping Marcel find Rebekah, not locked up in a safe house in Arkansas. As much as he enjoyed his break from the harsh realities of their supernatural predicaments, he did not want to stand by while his family did all the work. He wanted to be there with them. But he couldn't, not while his mind was plagued with horrific memories every night.
He reluctantly agreed.
"Alright. But keep me updated."
"Of course."
Klaus hung up his phone. Just as he was exiting his call, his home screen opened up and flashed notifications under phone calls. Tapping on the icon, the screen opened up to a list calls. Klaus frowned after reading it.
The screen read:
38 missed calls and 12 voicemails from Damon Salvatore.
Did the older Salvatore really have nothing better to do than harass him? He must really want to die.
What did he want this time anyway? Klaus figured it probably had something to do with Elena. It always had something to do with the doppelganger.
But why would he call him? He had no use for her anymore. Her whereabouts were nothing of his concern anymore. Now that Elena was a vampire, her blood was useless to him. But what further seemed to annoy him was the fact that the Salvatore even had his number.
How did he even get it in the first place? The only person he gave it to outside his family was Caroline.
Caroline.
The name made him smile. He hadn't thought about the beautiful blonde since their last encounter. He had been so preoccupied dealing with the Harvest Girls, the raging war, and his parents, that there was just no time to think about traveling the world and eternal love when demons were always knocking at his door.
He wondered how she was doing, if she was enjoying college or planning a school event, or if she met a guy, and if so, he thought up at least a hundred ways to kill him. He wondered if she was okay, following through with her plans, preparing for her future, and going after her hopes and dreams without him.
She must have given his number to Damon and the rest of the gang considering he didn't recall sharing it with anyone else besides her. Although it annoyed him that they seemed to think they could just beck and call when they pleased to ask him for help for their petty needs, he was just content his number was on Caroline's phone.
He chuckled to himself when he remembered how that came to be.
He remembered walking into the Mystic Grill, a theatrical winter wonderland. Decorated with fake snow, sparkles, and holiday cheer. It wasn't hard to find her. She stood in front of his painting, studying his postmodern snowflake.
How coincidental.
He figured she was purposefully standing there to catch his attention, probably playing a distraction for him so her friends could do their shenanigans behind his back. Not very clever on her friends' part, after all, he'd figure it out sooner or later. But for now, he'd have fun with her until the inevitable. He walked towards her.
Her perfectly wavy blonde hair shined under the lights, one part pinned to the side while the rest curled behind her shoulders. She wore a white cardigan with a strapless beige dress and silver dangly earrings. She was truly a piece of art.
She turned and looked at him, her glistening blue eyes meeting his. He smiled back at her. They hadn't seen each other since their date back at the pageant.
"Here to steal Tiny Tim's crutches?" she joked.
"Dicken's was a dark man," he smiled stepping closer to her. "You would've liked him."
Caroline made her way around the table so there was a gap still between them as if they were dancing around each other. She was avoiding him.
Perfect.
The chase made it all the more fun.
She turned back to him and said, "Nice snowflake by the way."
He looked at his painting and back at her, raising his arm, he said, "Is my work really that literal?"
"No, I'm serious. There's something…" she paused to look into his eyes. "…lonely about it."
They exchanged glances before he replied, "I'm going to take that as a compliment. Can I offer you some champagne?"
She turned from him and started walking away, Klaus pursuing behind.
"Can't, too many adult prying eyes," she faced him again. "Don't want to be a high school cautionary tale at the next town meeting."
"Well, then it's a good thing the high school part is nearly over."
They looked at each other for a brief moment, Klaus staring intently at her.
He always showered her with attention. He didn't want to waste any moment he had with her, not when being around her made him feel this way. She tried to hide her smile.
"If we're going to be nice to each other, then I will need that glass of champagne."
His grinned and walked closer to her, closing the gap.
"Is that our thing?" he teased.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, but a smile still tugged at her lips.
"We don't have a thing."
Grinning wider he said, "Allow me."
He walked away to grab a drink. Taking a bottle of Pol Roger, he poured two glasses of its sparkling yellow shine before setting it back down. Taking the glasses in each hand, he returned to Caroline. As soon as he got back to her, he noticed how she put her phone away.
Handing her a glass, she took it and asked, "So how's the hunt for the cure going for ya?"
"That depends, how's Jeremy's tattoo of the map coming along?"
"Don't even get me started," she rolled her eyes. "Damon took him to Elena's parents' lake house with her and Bonnie so they could stop Jeremy from trying to kill his own sister."
"I see," he said. "I presume you're still dealing with the Elena and Damon problem."
"Yes!" she shoved him and he looked at her confused. "Why didn't you just tell me she was sired to Damon?"
He tried to suppress his urge to laugh.
"I knew no such thing, love."
"You're such a liar," she pursed her lips. "If you had just told me sooner she wouldn't have–"
She stopped herself.
"She wouldn't have, what, sweetheart?" he asked curiously.
Her face grew red and she turned away from his gaze.
"Nothing."
He gazed at her, enjoying how cute she looked when she was embarrassed.
"They had sex," he bluntly stated.
Caroline's eyes grew wide and her face even redder. She pressed her index finger against her lips, shushing him.
"Ssshh! No one's supposed to know that, Elena would kill me!"
"I highly doubt that," he chuckled to himself.
She frowned at him, Klaus still amused by her reaction.
"I wasn't supposed to tell anyone, not even Stefan. And now Elena's going to find out that I let you, of all people, know she did it with Damon!"
People near them stared at Caroline due to her loud and hysterical display. Klaus continued to laugh. Grabbing his arm, she yanked him away to a different area of the bar where there were fewer people.
"I'm serious," she glared at him. "You can't tell anyone. Especially not Stefan."
"You have my word," Klaus grinned before taking a sip of his glass.
She continued to glare at him as she took a sip of her glass as well. Pulling out his phone, Klaus checked his messages.
Well, that's peculiar.
He was expecting a follow-up on his hybrids' whereabouts from Adrian fifteen minutes ago, but still no message. He scowled, he began to search his name on his phone so he could give him a call.
Caroline immediately noticed Klaus pull out his phone, but she still hadn't received the "OK" that Stefan had successfully retrieved the sword from Klaus' house.
What if he was calling one of his hybrids right now? This call could ruin Tyler and Stefan's plan.
She had to stall him, but how?
"Wow," she said, Klaus looked up suspiciously. "I can't say I'd ever see this, but Klaus Mikaelson using a cellphone."
She pretended to be appalled while Klaus looked at her incredulously.
"Very funny, love. But believe it or not, I am caught up on the times."
"I must admit, I half expected you to be using one of those dinosaur phones that are like this big," she motioned with her hands. "And have an antenna attached that you pull out."
He frowned.
Was she calling him old?
Surely he was aware he was over a thousand years old, but for whatever reason, listening to her tease him about his age made him a little self-conscious.
"Well," he began. "Very few can say they've used just about every telecommunication device known to man."
"Well, that's cause most men don't live to be a thousand," she retorted.
"Their loss, not mine, love. But man truly has evolved from their early days of communication," he fiddled with his smartphone. "I used to have to telegraph Elijah extensive messages of our plans. You wouldn't imagine how troublesome it is to inscribe a message that long."
Caroline laughed, imagining Klaus furiously jabbing at a telegraph's knob before resorting to throwing it out the window.
"So what," she giggled. "Are you like the master of cell phones then?"
"I'll have you know, I've known how to use cellphones, since before you were born," he boasted.
"Oh, okay," she rolled her eyes. Almost instinctively she pulled out her phone.
Still no message from Stefan.
Klaus moved next to her and easily plucked her phone from her hands, and began to play around with the apps.
"Oh my gosh, Klaus!" Caroline squealed, "Give that back!"
She was horrified.
What if he saw the messages from Stefan? Or what if Stefan sent her a message while he was playing with her phone?
He skimmed through her photo albums, before tapping on a picture of her when she was two years old.
"Is that you, love," he teased. "I must say, you look adorable."
"Klaus!"
She blushed, flailing her arms over him so she could grab her phone, but Klaus kept it just out of her reach.
He continued to explore her photos, pulling up a picture of her in a red bikini at the watering hole with Bonnie and Elena their sophomore year in high school.
"I think I might send this to myself," he joked, allowing Caroline to view the picture.
Her mouth gaped in utter embarrassment.
"Pervert!"
"Evil, murderer, and sociopath, yes, but not a pervert," he corrected. "I prefer 'admirer of women's bodies.'"
She lunged forward again to grab her phone, but Klaus easily held her back with one arm. He paused when he found one of her senior photos. She was all dressed up in a pink blouse covered with a beige cardigan, and a necklace hanging over her neck. Her hair was curled and she wore her award-winning Miss Mystic Falls smile in the photo. She looked absolutely stunning.
Caroline snatched her phone back.
"I think that's enough."
He smiled slyly back at her.
"You're the last person I would send pictures to, let alone message because one, I don't have your number anyways and two, I wouldn't want it either," she said matter-a-factly.
"Is that so," he stepped towards her.
She nodded, ignoring how close he was getting.
"Say one of your friends got bit by a werewolf, perhaps Elena, or Stefan, or maybe even you," he offered. "Wouldn't it be nice to have my number on speed dial to call whenever you needed something?"
She scoffed, "If this your way of trying to get my number, I'll have you know you're failing miserably."
"Maybe," he grinned. "But it could benefit us both."
She frowned at him, trying to suppress her smile as he continued to smirk at her with that damn smile of his.
Damn, his dimples.
She frowned.
I mean, I guess it would be nice to have his number for future reference when they needed something, right?
It's not like she was planning to text him every day or talk with him every night until she fell asleep. She would just have it for safekeeping.
"Fine," she slapped her phone in his hands. "But only for emergencies, you hear me?"
He chuckled, "Emergencies."
He handed Caroline his phone so she could type in her number. He did the same and handed it back to her content to see her name in his address book.
Caroline's phone vibrated with a message. She quickly reviewed it, it was from Stefan.
Looking back to Klaus who was already observing her, she said, "I've got to go."
"Alright."
She began to walk past him, but then turned to his surprise.
"Don't get any ideas, mister," she threatened. "Emergencies."
He smiled.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head, walking away waving her hand.
"Bye, Klaus."
"Good-bye, Caroline."
He watched as she disappeared into the crowd and out the door.
Klaus' thumb hung over her name. He tapped it, his phone revealing all her contact information from her phone number to her address, to her home number, and a picture of her. He enlarged the photo and smiled. It was a picture of Caroline at her graduation. While sitting in the bleachers, he couldn't help but snap a picture of her while she walked down the aisle in her red cap and gown, proudly holding up her diploma with the brightest smile on her face.
She had been calling him nonstop that day, but he had been already sitting there on the metal stands watching her graduation ceremony amongst the other friends and family that came.
He laughed at the memory of listening to her multiple voicemails after he got off the plane threatening "to come down to New Orleans herself and drag his original ass back down to Mystic Falls to save Damon." Her words, of course, not his.
CRREEEEAAAKKK!
The sound of the gate pushing open reached Klaus' ears. Swiftly locking his phone, he shoved it back into his pocket. Shoes padding into the courtyard echoed throughout the house. He could smell the distinct scent that came only from the bayou.
Werewolves.
They may have been staying within the city for a while now, but years of living in the swamplands of Louisiana cursed them with that stench.
Klaus left his study room and walked out to the balcony just above the courtyard where the wolves were gathered.
"Greetings, wolves!" he boomed with a smug look on his face.
A man with long brown hair cut through the crowd, who looked like the alpha. He would change that soon enough.
"Cut the festivities, Klaus," Jackson said. "We're here to talk."
Lifting himself over the railing, Klaus jumped down and landed gracefully in front of the pack.
"Alright then," Klaus strolled towards them. "Let's get down to business, shall we?"
Hope you guys don't mind a short chapter for now. They will get longer, I swear, I just needed to establish some stuff. That 1) The Salvatores are on a mission with Marcel to retrieve Rebekah, 2) Elijah is hallucinating (hence, the title of my FF), 3) Kol is conspiring against Klaus, and 4) Klaus is rallying up the wolves to fight against Finn and Mikael.
Now let's take a break from my story so I can rant about season 2 of TO, brace yourselves…
WTF. Seriously, what the hell is going on? I mean, there's a lot I can say about the show: good and bad things.
For one thing, I don't like Hayley as a hybrid. I don't like her in general either, but I don't think making her a hybrid improved her character in any shape or form… I also don't understand Elijah's infatuation with her, it seemed so out of the blue in season 1 of TO. Love, at first sight, doesn't pass in this show. Another thing is how the werewolves are able to forgive her so easily and just follow her. Werewolves HATE hybrids no better than vampires. She was proof of that in TVD when she sought to help hybrids break their sire bond in TVD.
I don't like Camille either. I'm not trying to bag on all the female characters of the show, but in a literary sense, there is no real purpose for her character. She doesn't even fit in the show the way Matt did in TVD, she's just not great at being a human. I guess it bothers me more that she's able to jump out of bed with Marcel and immediately fawn over Klaus. The dance scene was so forced, nothing like the ball in TVD.
With that said, I will attempt to redeem those characters despite my distaste for them. But because I am a writer, I feel the obligation to each and every one of these characters. They all deserve a story worth reading and being a part of.
Moving onto Marcel, I actually like his character. He's the only new character that I like and see potential in. The whole father-son dynamic between him and Klaus is intriguing, and I like how you can see reflections of Klaus in Marcel too. Marcel is A-OK!
Davina is meh… I think she's a little too young for the show, and the Harvest Girl thing wasn't super amazing to me. But I also might be biased because I love Bonnie Bennett. We'll see what I decide to do with her.
I loved TVD Kol because he was snarky and malicious. Not that big of a fan of TO Kol. In the flashbacks, he's in character, but when he's in Kaleb's body, and Daniel is acting on behalf of Nathaniel, it seems… off. But that might be on behalf of the actor's lack of capability to embody Kol the same way Nathaniel did. I also don't think Kol would fall for just any witch, let alone one he's just known for a month. But I almost might be biased for other reasons.
That leads me to the body switching. I hate it. I want Alice Evans playing Esther, Claire Holt playing Rebekah, Nathaniel Buzolic playing Kol, and Casper Zafer playing Finn, is that too much to ask? I want a reunion of the original cast of the original family because they were damn good. I just want to relive season 3 TVD with the whole family lined on the staircase. YES.
So, I guess the storyline is interesting I guess since it finally focuses on the original family. I like the idea of Esther having an evil sister that cursed Mikaelson firstborns (i.e. Hope). What I don't understand is why Klaus killed his real father and then cried about it… I know Klaus is supposed to be evil and all, but that was just whiny. Still, OOC which leads me to believe he doesn't deserve to be with Caroline right now.
The crossover with Tatia was a disaster, I learned nothing from the episode. They didn't explore Klaus' love for her either, but only focused on Elijah's…
Possibly the only thing I enjoyed about this season was the flashback with Esther and Klaus when she teaches him how to dance. I immediately thought back to Klaus and Caroline dancing together.
Anyways, back to my story.
I realized I love writing Damn, he gets all the cheesy/snarky remarks and it's great. It's even more fun when I write Stefan with him. They're just so much more fun to write when they're not pining over Elena. I definitely look forward to writing more chapter with them together.
So yeah, I included a Klaroline moment. It's not as big as the other ones I've written, but hey, gotta start small. I'm working my way up with these Klaroline scenes till we get to the big kahuna. I always like to write them teasing and being playful. Plus, I can't be the only one that wondered WHEN and HOW they got each other's numbers. After looking between episodes, I deciphered that it probably occurred here.
Question of the Chapter: What do you think Finn and Mikael are up to?
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