SWEET KISSES FROM RUSSIA
Fan Fiction – Alternate Universe
Caroline & Klaus
Elijah & Katherine
From: Lovely Vero
Chapter 3
"Two - One way tickets to London"
"And what will be your genius plan to get us out of this mess, Niklaus?" Elijah asked, with a made tone of voice, while pacing back and forth in his Manor's office, in front of his brother, both of his hands firmly placed on each side of his waist. "We've signed an agreement with the agency, for God sake, and now we've mixed our own identities!" He exclaimed, while pointing an accusatory finger toward his brother. "By your own fault, if I may add, if you hadn't switched the hours of the meetings we wouldn't be stuck in that mess to begin with."
"Well" Klaus mumbled, falsely sorry, before turning on himself, while showing his back to his brother…Now, If only his plan could work? Come on Elijah, bite into the bait! "I could in the goodness of my heart take the woman that I had chosen for you, and you could take the one you have chosen for me. It wouldn't be such a problem, would it?" He suggested, while smirking in amusement. "I believe it would be the best solution to our problem. Carolina is kind of shy and reserve; she would be the worst choice for you. But, she'll be my problem to handle now. And after all, I'm the one she has seen as her future potential husband." Klaus lied through his teeth.
Elijah stopped his incessant pacing, while raising an eyebrow with interest toward his brother, his lips twisted in a left corner grin; this was an interesting turn of event. His brother seemed to literally bite into his bait.
"Well, it wouldn't be very ethical of us, would it?" Elijah played the game, shamelessly, before crossing his arms in front of his chest, while noticing that his plan was actually going in the right direction, maybe he wouldn't have to convince his demoniac brother to keep Carolina after all, and in the meantime, he would be able to keep Katerina as his promise wife. Since the webcam meeting, he hadn't been able to get that brunette out of his mind.
"Elijah, Elijah, Elijah….When will you realize that you and your honor will never find their rightful places in this hypocritical humanity. You seriously think that this agency has any kind of honor in itself? Let me laugh then." Klaus explained, while turning his body around to face his brother, before taking a few walking steps to reach Elijah's standing position and drowning his sight in his. "It's a business contract, nothing more, nothing less for them. They'll give a crap which brother will get which of the two women in marriage; they are only thinking about the same huge amount of money that will fill their bank account. As for the two women…" He explained more, before shrugging his shoulders and adding. "One rich contender to replace another rich one will not change much to their goal especially that they have already met the prospective husband they are supposed to be married to. If we both each keep the woman we had met of course."
"It's seems logical to me; but still, you can start a relationship in deceit, Niklaus, I thought your thousands of years on this earth, and too many errors, had shown you that already?" Elijah reminded him.
"You point, brother?" Klaus responded, while frowning in anger.
"My point is that I will make amend by telling the truth, to both to the agency and the parties involved." Elijah replied.
"Do as you wish, brother." Klaus replied, while shrugging his shoulders in annoyance.
"There's a major issue that we did not discussed yet, Niklaus. They are human, how will we deal with that problem?" Elijah demanded, seriously.
"We'll turn them in good time." Niklaus shrugged more.
"Assuming they want to turn?" Elijah responded, before adding. "Assuming they are ready to learn what we are?"
"In due time, they will." Klaus responded, before turning on his heels. It was an aspect of the question that he was not able to give a definite answer to his brother, just yet. "Just give me the same result: Carolina as my wife and Katerina as yours, and I'll be grateful." He added, while reaching the exit of the office, before slamming the door on its arch with the biggest smirk plastered on his lips, feeling satisfied of this unexpected end result. Elijah had finally fallen right into his trap.
Elijah watched the door being slammed in front of his eyes, before grinning and shaking his head.
"Aww… Niklaus…You are way too easy to manipulate." He said to himself, before reaching for his blackberry … And important phone call to Russia needed to be made.
"Mr. Mikaelson, if we allow the Foundation to collect a substantial amount of money, I believe that with the added help of the Mikaelson Enterprise, we'll be able to save the children hospital." An older man, who was sitting in front of Elijah's sight in his London office, explained, while handing him a file.
Elijah grabbed the file, before opening it and taking a quick look at the statistic shown on papers.
"I'll take time to study your proposition more in depth, Mr. Greenger, and let you know in the following week my position on this project." Elijah replied, while rising on his feet, before handing his right hand to the middle age man.
"Thank you, I was not expecting less consideration coming from you." Mr. Greenger replied, while smiling and shaking Elijah's hand. "Would you give me the honor of joining me and my wife for a dinner, let say the week-end of next week?"
"Thank you for your kind invitation, but unfortunately, I'll be retained that particular week-end." Elijah replied, while gently pushing the man toward the exit of his office.
"Game of poker perhaps? I'll still need to take my revenge on you from the last one I was playing at your side." The man smirked.
"No, not this time…It's actually my wedding day." Elijah replied, while nodding his head, in shyness.
"Well, that is certainly a nice surprise, congratulations!" Mister Greenger replied, while shaking Elijah's hand with the most fervor. "I wish you all the happiness in the world and I hope to meet your wife in a very near future."
"Thank you." Elijah replied, while opening his office door. "Melinda, would you accompany Mister Greenger?"
"I'll do that with great pleasure, Mister Mikaeslon." The receptionist replied, while rising from her sitting position, before showing Mister Greenger out.
Elijah closed his office door, while closing his eyes and rolling his head into a 360 degrees rotation to relax all his neck muscles before taking a few additional walking steps to reach the panoramic window, drowning his sight in the rain that had been falling on London all day.
The sound of his cell phone startled him; he reached for the electronic device in his jacket's pocket, before raising it near his right ear.
"Elijah Mikaelson" He responded, toneless.
"Katerina Petrova" She presented herself, before adding. "How could you even think that I would accept this kind of behaviour? I have pride you know? You were not even the man that I was supposed to marry? Either was the one that my sister met?" He heard her Russian accent voice yelled at him. "Me and my sister, we don't have much, but we have our self-esteem, Mister "Elijah" Mikaelson." She added, while making emphasis on his first name.
"Katerina…" He murmured, in surprise, while savoring each syllable of her first name; it had been way too long since their first encounter. "How did you get this number?" He asked, while smiling heavenly at the sound of her voice. "I've specifically asked the agency for this number to stay private."
"That is not important; I have my ways of persuasion. What is important is that you and your brother made fun of me and my sister." She yelled, even more, at him.
"It was an unfortunate misunderstanding, everything is now in order. Do you have something against marrying me instead of my brother, Katerina? Is that the real problem?" He mocked her.
"Я предпочел бы гореть в аду!" She exclaimed in Russian, with an angry tone of voice, while telling him in her natal language that she would prefer to burn in hell.
"Тогда мы будем гореть вместе как муж и жена!" – "Then we'll burn together as husband and wife" Elijah replied to her, in a perfect Russian, while grabbing his winter coat in his office closet, before directing his walking steps toward the exit.
"You know Russian?" She asked, completely dumfounded.
"There are a lot of things that I know, Katerina, and that you are not aware of…Yet." He replied, before holding his walking pace in front of his receptionist desk. "I'm leaving for the day, hold all my calls, and no transfer on my cellphone either. I'm with an important client at the moment."
"I'll do as you wish, Mister Mikealson." The receptionist answered him, with her spotless smile, while nodding her head in respect.
"Who's that?" Katerina asked, while suddenly biting her bottom lip, and regretting her query…what had possessed her to ask him that question or to even care?
"Are you jealous, Katerina?" He asked, with a mocking tone of voice, while entering the elevator. Only the silence answered him. "It's my receptionist, Melinda; you'll meet her in good time." He informed her more. "How have you been?"
"Like you care?" She replied to him, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
"I do care. You'll be my wife soon." Elijah replied, before reaching the ground floor and getting out of the elevator.
"I don't like a man who tricks a woman; it's a bad omen to deceive another human being." She replied, slyly.
"You're entirely right; we are agreeing entirely on the subject. I can only hope that with time, you and your sister Carolina will find within yourselves to forgive us." He replied to her, with honesty, while lowering his upper body and head to enter inside the back seats of the limousine. "Thank you, George." He thanked his chauffeur.
"You're welcome, Mister Mikaelson." George replied, while nodding his head, and closing the door after his boss.
"Who's that?" She asked, once again, more curious than ever.
"My personal chauffeur, you'll know him very soon." Elijah replied, amused by her curiosity, while pushing a button that raised the black screen between his chauffeur and his own privacy in the back of the limousine, before pulling the knot of his tie.
"Maybe not…." She responded, defensive.
"Did you and your sister receive the plane tickets?" Elijah asked, while smirking at her way of playing this delightful cat and mouse game with him.
"Maybe I'll…Maybe, We'll decide to stay in Russia?" She replied, confrontational, while raising her chin. "And we'll cancel all agreements."
"I highly doubt it, Katerina." He replied, while smiling.
"Don't doubt it, you could be surprised." She stipulated.
"I highly doubt it because you're doing this marriage agreement for your sister, and not for yourself." Elijah announced, subtly.
Katerina swallowed her saliva, before taking a few deep breaths.
"Why do you say that?" She asked Elijah.
"Because, Katerina …. I know the burden of responsibilities being an older sibling can bring on your shoulders." Elijah replied to her. "You want a better life for your sister, more than you want it for yourself."
"I'll do anything for her." She replied, while feeling tears emerge in her eyes.
"If my brother falls in love with your sister, in the future, he'll love her for eternity." Elijah replied, with sincerity. "It's just how Niklaus is…But, he's not known to fall in love easily."
"How do you know that for a fact?" Katerina asked. "And Carolina, will she fall for your brother?"
"I don't, Katerina, you are right." Elijah replied, with a bit of laughter in his voice. "But, the fact that he agreed to take her as his wife is actually proving me that he felt something strong for her since they have met."
"Why did you not choose her?" She asked more. "Maybe she'll be more of your taste?"
"I have chosen you, Katerina." Elijah replied. "Isn't it enough?"
"It makes no difference to me." Katerina replied, semi truthful.
"Why is that?" Elijah demanded, while drowning his sight in the traffic surrounding the car.
"You or your brother, it makes no difference to me, the result is the same." She shrugged.
"Not a romantic bone in your body, as I can see?" Elijah mocked, gently.
"Is it a problem?" She asked.
"Actually, no, it's not." Elijah replied, before adding. "It's actually a blessing. I don't believe in romance."
"Do you believe in love?" She asked, while raising one of her eyebrows.
"No, I don't, and you?" Elijah asked himself.
"I only believe in a contract between two consenting adults, Mister Mikaelson, isn't it the point of all of this." She responded, suddenly breathless.
"I believe it is, Katerina." Elijah replied, while lowering his head on the support head of his seat. "You'll ask the agency to put the cost of this call on my bill." Elijah ordered.
"I can pay for this call!" Katerina replied, proudly. "I don't want or need alms from your part."
"You'll do as I say." Elijah repeated, in a higher tone of voice. "My wife will never have to ask for alms. We'll see each other on Friday; have a nice and safe trip, Katerina."
"As you wish…" She replied, contradicted by his superior tone of voice. She needed to play his game, only for her sister sake.
"As you wish … to whom? Your future husband name or am I mistaken?" He pushed her a little more.
"Elijah…" She mumbled, in a whisper, into the phone. All of this was for Carolina; she needed to remember this more than anything.
"That is much better." He added, before closing the conversation, the biggest smile plastered on his face.
"It's time already?" Ingrid asked both sisters, her head under the threshold, while rubbing her hands nervously and seeing Katerina locked their apartment door for the last time.
"Yes, we need to be in the airport in one hour." Carolina replied, while nodding her head, before lowering her suitcase and backpack on the corridor floor.
"Come here my child." She said, while opening her arms to the young woman who rushed into her neighbour embrace. "You'll take care of yourself, you hear me?" She added, tears filling her eyes. "And don't let any man told you who you are supposed to be in life."
"I won't, Ingrid." Carolina replied, while shaking her head, with tears falling fluently on her cheeks.
"Take this." Ingrid said, before putting a medallion in Carolina's hands. "It is a family heirloom; it will protect you, my sweet Carolina."
"I can't take this from you, it's too precious." Carolina responded, while shaking her head.
"I want you to take it, as a gift." The elderly woman added, while closing her hands on Carolina's.
"Thank you, I'll cherish it." Caroline responded, while passing the golden chain around her neck.
"Go downstairs … Wait for the taxi." Katerina ordered her sister.
"Ok" She responded, while nodding her head, and hugging Ingrid one last time. "I'll write to you, I promise." She added, while sweeping her tears away from her face, before grabbing her bags, and walking toward the staircase.
"I hope you know what you're doing, Katerina?" Ingrid asked the older sister, while shaking her head in disapproval.
"We are leaving this dumb, aren't we?" Katerina replied, before sliding the set of keys in Ingrid's hands. "Give this to the jerk of landlord that I had to endure for so many years."
"I will" Ingried replied, before pulling Katerina in a hug. "Take care of your sister, and mostly, don't forget to take care of yourself." She added.
"You'll be in my prayers, Ingrid." Katerina murmured, while holding the woman in her arms. "Here, take this." She added, while sliding an envelope in the elderly woman's hands.
"What is this?" Ingrid asked, dumfounded.
"It's money, I won't need it anymore, but it will help you in the future." Katerina explained, with teary eyes, before sweet kissing Ingrid forehead, grabbing her suitcases, and running into the staircase.
"May God, be with you both, my sweet girls." Ingrid yelled into the corridor.
"George, will take care of your suitcases, Ladies, I hope you had a pleasant and safe trip? If you could follow me now, I'll take you to your private quarters?" Maria, the Mikaelson' governess addressed herself to both Petrova's sisters, while directing them toward a majestic staircase, leading them shortly after, toward the upstairs bedroom corridor of this grandiose manor, under their speechless expression plastered on both of their faces.
Maria finally hold her walking pace in front of a double French doors, before pushing it open to a suit that was at first sight decorated for a woman taste.
"I hope you'll be comfortable in this present suit, if ever this is not the case, please inform me and I'll find you better accommodation." Maria nodded her head, in front of Carolina. "I presume you must be very exhausted. There are fresh towels in the bathroom, and I'll bring you a light lunch in a short moment."
"Thank you" Carolina only managed to mumble to the middle age woman.
"I will show you your quarter now." Maria added to Katerina, with a hand gesture toward the other side of the corridor.
"We'll see each other later." Katerina murmured to her sister, to give her strength.
"Yes" Carolina simply responded, with a timid smile, before closing both doors.
Katerina followed the governess, while being lead into her own suit.
"As for your younger sister, Madam … Everything is also, and I hope, to your satisfaction?" She politely addressed her.
"I'm not… I mean we are not selling ourselves even if it looks that way." Katerina said to Maria, while blushing and lowering her head. "I don't know what you have heard about us?"
"I'm paid by my employers to work as a governess, not as a gossip journalist, Madam." Maria responded, while tiling her head, in respect.
"Thank you." Katerina answered her, while smiling timidly.
"You're welcome Madam." Maria replied, before nodding her head and closing both doors behind her, leaving Katerina standing in the middle of the suit, lost in her thoughts.
Carolina wandered around the rooms of the upstairs corridors; she had taken a shower, eaten a sandwich and soup brought by Maria, and changed her clothes. Her wardrobe was basic, restraint, clean and respectable, but certainly not in accordance with the luxury of this Manor, that she should, as of now, be calling her "home".
She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans with a large and long, white sweater, her long, humid, blond hair falling freely on her shoulders, in soft curls, while taking walking steps, bare feet, on the marble floor.
A door ajar caught her attention; she pushed it opened, before entering another suit, decorated with more masculine taste. If Katerina would have known that her younger sister was wandering around, she would have warned her to stay put in her own quarters, but Carolina was not known as one to listen to orders so easily, and plus, if the man who have had the audacity to change his own identity with the one of his brother, wanted to wed her, he was entitled to know her real free spirited personality.
She pushed the panel on its arch, before taking a few walking steps on the tick, luxurious, greyish carpet on her feet. The suite was decorated in the nuances of white, grey, and black, in a very 1920' style. One part office, one part living room, and last but not least, the bedroom reachable by an arcade covered with black velvet curtains on each side, leading to a gigantic bed, covered with a silver satin bedspread and several black cushions as decorative accent. Carolina blushed before turning on herself, while swallowing a nervous lump in her throat. She could feel in her guts that this suit and bed was "his".
She turned on her heels, before entering the adjacent office, passing the tip of her fingers over the glass desktop of the mahogany desk. She turned a world map globe on its axe, before sighing in boredom and venturing herself even more while taking in her hands, from the top of a fire mantle, a frame that was showing a sketch drawing of Paris.
"See anything that you like, Love?" She heard an English voice asked her.
She startled, before turning on herself to face the intruder, who was leaning his upper body on the left side of the office arch door. Carolina placed a hand over her chest, while unexpectedly dropping the frame on the wooden floor, in a loud noise of broken glass.
"Be careful, you're bare feet, you might cut yourself." Klaus warned her, suddenly worried, while advancing toward her position.
Carolina took a walking step backward, while prior assuring herself of not stepping over the broken glass.
"Not one to listen to warning, aren't you?" Klaus smirked, while raising one of his eyebrows, before reaching her position and drowning his sight in hers.
"I don't listen easily to order." She replied, while raising her chin at him, unexpressive of the raising heart beats in her chest while standing face to face with her presume future husband. "….Sir." She added, slyly.
"It was barely one, sweetheart. I was just concerned about your safety." Klaus informed, amused, while crossing his arms over his chest, his own sight narrowed on her. "…Sir?" He required an explanation, surprised.
"Or should I say Mister the "impostor"?" She questioned, madly.
"You're mad because of the previous switch identities, aren't you?" Klaus asked, while smirking. "It was an unfortunate misunderstanding. I present to you my deepest apologies." He said, before adding. "You would be bored in two seconds in the presence of my brother Elijah, I'm a better fit to the strong and stubborn woman that you are."
"I will never know if your brother would have been better, because you took my free will away from me. Either way, you or your brother, it makes no difference to me." She replied, in all honesty.
He was not what you could call a typical handsome man; his style was obviously rougher on the edges, she noticed, while slowly sliding her sight on his body. He was tall, thin and built at the same time, his muscular chest and arms were the evident proofs of a daily workout. His clothes consisted of grey, long sleeves, Henley t-shirt, a fitted pair of dark jeans, black biker's boots, several leather necklaces and wristbands were adding the thought exterior touches to his look. But the part that was attracting Carolina to him, against her own will, was mostly this aura of strength and power that you could instantly sense from that man.
"Now that you've just studied my physical attractiveness, do you find me handsome? Am I a good contender to become your husband? Am I at your taste, Carolina?" Klaus asked, mockingly, while stepping over the broken glasses, nearer to her own position, before taking a strand of her blond curls around one of his fingers.
"You're a common looking man, like thousands of others." She shrugged her shoulders, lying through her teeth, while blushing, lowering her sight, and crossing her arms in front of her chest, in a protection mechanism. It was one thing to see him on a laptop screen, but a complete different experience to have him stand in front of her shaking body. "I prefer an ordinary looking man, with dignity in him, than a lying handsome one." She replied, tit for tat.
Klaus leaned his head backward before bursting into loud laughter.
"What a breath of fresh air you'll be in my life, Love. Fool of honesty, fire, and light." Klaus said to her, while sliding the strand of hair behind her right ear. "Your hair is like silk on my skin." He whispered, while leaning his mouth near her earlobe, his lips almost touching her skin.
Carolina kept herself motionless, while keeping her stare forward.
"If you let me, I could give you the world on a silver platter. Do you realize that?" He murmured more, while sliding the tip of his fingers on her delicate jaw line.
Carolina turned her head slowly toward Klaus, before drowning her sight in his.
"Is it your uncertainty of never being remotely appreciated, liked or even loved by a woman that makes you talk this way?" Caroline replied, slyly, before adding. "My feelings can't be bought; I thought you've already understood that about the woman you've chosen to married."
Klaus frowned, angrily, while biting the inside of his cheeks.
"And yet you've sold yourself to a stranger?" He replied, pernicious.
"You right, I can't deny that." Carolina replied, with teary eyes, while shrugging her shoulders.
"I can be a very persuasive man, when I want to be. Just know that fact about me, Carolina." He replied, slyly, himself. "I simply demand respect from my wife. Love is a sentiment that has never been a priority of mine. It's actually not in my priority at all." He added, before turning on himself, and closing his fists in anger. "Who loves is weak, and your future husband is not weak." He added, before turning his sight back at her.
"What about sex?" She asked, unafraid of his attack on her.
"It's something that I can ensure you that we'll enjoy immensely, in the future." He replied, while smirking.
"I don't feel any attraction toward you." She replied, defensive. "So, I highly doubt I could enjoy being intimate with you … But, I'll do what is asked of me."
"You'll have sex with me, like an unwanted task? You're such a beautiful liar." Klaus responded, mockingly, while taking a few walking steps to place himself behind Carolina's back, slowly sliding his hands on the length of her arms, his thumbs firmly placed on the inside of her left wrists. "Boom, Boom, Boom… The beats of your heart is dangerously rising, Love….Could I be the reason?" He whispered, his eyes closed, his chin placed in top of her head.
Carolina closed her eyes for a split second, her heart suddenly missing a beat, under her sudden shortness of breaths. She needed to urgently pull herself away from his too close proximity. She took a few walking steps in front of her, under the sharp pain of a piece of glass entering her right sole.
"Ouch!" She exclaimed, while raising her foot in the air.
"What did I told you, Love?" She heard him, angrily, mumble between his teeth, before being raised in his arms a second later.
"Put me down!" She ordered him, while not having any other choice but to encircle his neck of her arms to keep a good balance.
"I don't have it in me to listen to orders either." Klaus responded, while blinking an eye at her, before carrying Carolina toward the black, modern, leather sofa in the living room adjacent the bedroom.
"I'm able to walk!" She protested some more, proudly.
"And I'm able to carry you." He responded, while slowly raising her right leg up to look at the wound. Luckily, and firstly, he had fed blood earlier, and secondly, the cut was superficial. "Don't move!" He ordered more, under her pouting face, before walking toward the bathroom, and coming back with a set of bandages in his hands.
He took a sitting position by her side, before raising her foot on his lap, and slowly cleaning the cut, blood spreading on his hands, he turned his head for a quick second, while closing his eyes. The smell of Carolina's red elixir was already making his head spin. He rapidly wrapped the bandage around her foot.
"There, you'll need to keep it dry for a couple of days." He added to Carolina, who was staring at him with wide open eyes, and both motionless and speechless at the same time. "See, your future husband is not so much the monster you think he is."
"Do you still need me?" She asked him, abruptly.
Klaus lowered his head on the back of the sofa, before bursting, once more, into laughter.
"I would keep you for eternity by my side if this is the question you're asking." He mocked her.
"I'm tired." She announced.
"Then, you're free to go rest in your suite, Carolina." He replied, while sliding both of her feet on the floor.
She rose on her legs, limped toward the exit of Klaus' suit, before turning on herself one last time, and murmuring.
"Thank you"
Klaus assured himself that she had passed the threshold before closing his eyes, and slowly bringing his finger covered with blood to his lips … Delightful … Like he knew it would be… He smirked, while tasting her aphrodisiac gore.
Katherine stepped out of the luxurious bathroom, wrapped in a comfortable terry robe, while drying her long, brown, curly hair with a lush towel, embroidered with the letters "K.M." – Katerina Mikaelson… She shivered at the thought, while passing the tip of her fingers on the embroidery before suddenly being hit by a dizzy spell. She took an additional walking step, grabbing the upper edge of an arm chair. She hadn't eaten since more than twenty four hour, and it was now taking its hold on her.
"Katerina" She hear an English masculine voice calling her name softly, before turning on herself and facing the man who suddenly took her breath away while standing under the threshold of the opened French doors.
Elijah … Her blurry mind had the time to realized while fixating her sight at him. He was standing straight as an "I", while wearing a superior quality two pieces, black suit, both of his hands in his trouser pockets, his tie unknot, with two of the first buttons of his man shirt opened on his chest. He was without a single doubt, the most handsome man that Katerina have ever had the chance to meet in all her life.
"I…" She only had the time to mumbled, before feeling the heaviness of her eyelids, and an intense fog wrapping every of her thoughts.
"Katerina" She heard once more, in a louder tone of voice, before falling into unconsciousness, with the last and only notion of her body being held by two strong pair of arms.
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