Honestly, I have no idea about celebrating Halloween but consider this my day three drabble. Thanks for putting this celebration on lovelies, it's awesome.

KlaroweenWeekend – Day 3 - Devil Went Down to Georgia

Bad Moon Rising

Georgetown College Halloween scavenger hunt, guess who finds themselves unwitting partners in a cemetery?

11:57pm, October 31 – Holy Rood Cemetery, 2126 Wisconsin Avenue, Washington DC

"Come along, Care, it will be fun," Caroline mimicked, more to herself than anything given she was in the middle of a darkened and creepy cemetery. That was the last time she took Katherine's word for anything.

"Do you always talk to yourself?"

"Ah!" she jumped in the air and grabbing onto the stranger in fright, his surprised expression was obvious bathed in the silvery shadows. She pushed him away shakily almost as quickly as she'd made personal contact. "Don't sneak up on me like that."

"What can I say? I was saving you from commitment to the asylum, love."

"Even if I was, I wouldn't be talking to myself if I wasn't stuck with you," she growled. "And what have I told you about calling me love?"

"That you don't like it which is precisely why I do it. Well, that and the fact that I don't like people telling me what to do."

"Why am I not surprised," she growled. "Look, the sooner we get through this scavenger hunt the better and then we never have to see each other again."

"Well, I hate to disappoint you but we go to the same college, so I'd say that's a slight exaggeration on your part," he mused. "You know most girls would give anything to be alone in a cemetery with me."

"You do realise just how creepy that sounds, right? Although I shouldn't be surprised that you'd attract weirdos like that, Mikaelson."

The fact Klaus Mikaelson had god-like status at Georgetown was unbelievable to Caroline. Yes, he was gorgeous, those crimson lips, blonde curls and cheeky dimples were undeniable but his smug personality and arrogant tendencies left a lot to be desired in her estimation.

It all started in orientation week of freshman year, when he'd pushed in and expected she would just smile, giggle pathetically and allow him to jump the line. Just because he had a pretty face didn't make her immune to his charms and given her English major status she'd told him to go back whence he came. The look on his face was either shock or the fact he didn't understand old English and given his nationality she really hoped it was the former.

She thought back to earlier in the evening when she'd been paired with the biggest player on campus. Just her luck given just how much she hated Halloween in the first place.

3 hours earlier…

"Halloween is the biggest night of the year, Care," Katherine insisted, adjusting her cat ears. Dressed head to toe in black leather, the costume was made for the feisty brunette. "You can't just opt out, that's blatantly un-American."

"If you look at the history books, Halloween didn't originate in America and was actually…"

"And here I thought you were an English lit major?" Bonnie chuckled, straightening her Red Riding hood in the mirror.

"What can I say? I have multiple interests," she responded defensively. They'd been roommates for a few years now and even thought she considered them her closest friends they delighted in telling her how uptight she was and needed to get out and enjoy herself. Caroline agreed, albeit begrudgingly.

"How about we ignore boring old history and just look at tonight," Katherine implored. "You are the cutest Aurora I've ever seen."

"Aurora?" She asked looking down at her ensemble.

"You know the Disney Princess?"

"I'm Beatrice."

"Beatrice who?"

"She means the British Princess," Bonnie offered confidently. "Although I do recall her being a red head like Fergie but to be honest I think you do it so much better, Care."

"I'm Beatrice from Much Ado About Nothing," she huffed. "You know Shakespeare?" When she'd put this white, off the shoulder ensemble together, Caroline figured it was blatant but obviously not to her friends.

"I think I skipped that particular play at school," Katherine admitted sheepishly but given her math major it wasn't surprising to Caroline. "But that doesn't mean you don't look extremely hot, roomie. You've got that sexy bar wench look."

"I am no bar wench," she squeaked. Some people did sexy Halloween costumes but Caroline wasn't one of them.

"Oh I know now, it was Emma Thompson bickering with Kenneth Branagh amongst the Keanu Reeves and Denzel Washington angst and between us it was extremely hot," Bonnie swooned.

"See, what did I say?" Katherine boasted. Caroline chose not to argue with her roommates who obviously thought she looked hot no matter her intention behind the costume.

"Costumes aside, what exactly are we doing tonight?"

"Scavenger hunt," Bonnie explained. "Teams are going to be split into pairs."

"Pairs?"

"We draw names out of a hat," Katherine said. "But we'll probably somehow end up together in the end and given we are the smartest combination I won't complain." It was those words that had stupidly repelled Caroline to the Halloween party and somehow into the womanising arms of Klaus Mikaelson.

"Why do you hate me so much, Caroline?" He asked, breaking her from her trance. The rhythmic lull of her name rolling of his tongue making her falter slightly. Maybe she preferred the term love given the way her heart was racing. The best thing she could do was deflect, which is exactly what she did. That and the fact she had an extremely intense competitive streak and really liked to win at all costs.

"Let's just get this clue and leave this eerie place as soon as possible, that full moon is messing with my karma," she murmured hauntingly, rubbing her bare forearms quickly to ward off the late night, Autumn chill. If there was anything Caroline hated it was Halloween, closely followed by creepy cemeteries at night.

"Here," he offered huskily. She regarded him curiously, given the poor visibility it was difficult to read his expression and know why he was offering his leather jacket. "It's okay, it's just a jacket, sweetheart."

She didn't respond verbally just took it from him gratefully, inhaling the spicy scent of his aftershave as she placed it gratefully over her shoulders. If she was effected, Caroline had no intention of showing it to the college womaniser.

"You're welcome." She gave him an exaggerated eye roll by way of response, even if he couldn't make it out in the darkness.

"You didn't let me finish," she hissed, grabbing the flashlight from his hand and making her way towards the nearest grave. "So, for that reason you get no gratitude."

"Has anyone told you just how highly strung you are, love?"

"We need to find the next clue," she coughed deeply, the beam of light falling onto nearby graves in their path. "Apparently there's a revolutionary soldier buried here somewhere."

"October 25, 1834, aged 85."

"Huh?"

"Joseph Nevitt."

"Do you frequent cemeteries often?" She enquired, in utter disbelief with her teeth chattering uncontrollably.

"I know what this is, Forbes, You're just jealous I knew the answer."

"I'm not jealous...you know not much."

"I have avid interest for history, pretty sure you could say the same thing," he offered gruffly gesturing towards the nearest grave. "Looks like the next clue is over there as expected."

"Why do you insist on badgering me? All I'm trying to do is get through this night with some semblance of proprietary."

"Between you and me I think you've been reading too much Jane Austin."

"Well last time I checked it was my major, Mikaelson," she huffed. "And given your background I assumed you might have appreciated your heritage but your costume says otherwise."

"What do you have against the Caped Crusader?" he murmured, pulling away the dark mask eventually. "Not Edwardian enough, Beatrice?"

"I didn't say that," she argued, the flash light flickering slightly as she stumbled on the soft ground. Klaus moved forward immediately, holding onto her arm tightly and keeping her balance. "And how did you know?"

"I couldn't miss my favourite female Shakespearian character," he smiled, his thumb rubbing her wrist comfortingly. "As much as I like Benedick, he really never stood a chance against her."

"And why's that?"

"Because she was just too bloody brilliant for anyone," he admitted. "But I wouldn't have her any other way." Silence fell before he eventually met her concerned gaze. All this time she'd just thought he was another fraternity idiot.

"And so why Batman?"

"Says the literature snob," he chuckled. "Maybe you haven't studied Bruce Wayne but he's one of the deepest characters in comic book history given his family tragedy and emotional detachments."

"I'm..."

"Last time I checked we have a scavenger hunt to win, Forbes," he interrupted gruffly. Given his obvious deferral, Caroline knew there was much more to this college womaniser than what she first thought. "Unless you're not up to the challenge?"

"I can so see through your blatant attempts to provoke me," she drawled, trying to ignore the fitted, navy costume sculpting his toned chest.

"But yet you hate losing."

"Wipe that annoying smirk off your face and let's win this thing," she growled, grabbing his arm. "Including getting the hell out of this freaky cemetery as soon as possible."

"First to the car wins," he teased, those sinful, crimson lips breaking into an unexpected smile. Not jumping him was a struggle but she did have to win a scavenger hunt and for Caroline competition was all that mattered. After she had the trophy maybe she'd consider breaking the rules between them.