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Darkest Temptations

Chapter Six: The Hunt

April Mikaelson

I found myself in a state of astonishment as Klaus, with an unexpected twist, requested me to be the one to accompany him into town, rather than Elena. In the realm of our unconventional existence, we found ourselves immersed in the intricate tapestry of polygamy. This intricate arrangement demanded that Klaus, defy the rigid boundaries of societal expectations and allocate his time with utmost impartiality among each of us. It seemed almost cruel that Elena's time with him began at nine this morning and within half an hour he was already seeking to spend time with me.

But I wasn't about to pretend to know everything about what our lives were going to look like in Utah, after having merely graced this land for a mere forty-eight hours. Without a shred of uncertainty, I anticipated a level of tension within the first few days and weeks. Yet, to my dismay, it seemed that Klaus refused to cast even a fleeting glance in Elena's direction at times. I found myself confused by this peculiar situation, for it was evident to both Caroline and me that he harboured a deep infatuation for her. She possessed an undeniable allure, a true vision of beauty that left no room for doubt.

I had always been aware of my shortcomings in the realm of beauty, especially when standing next to the likes of Caroline and Elena. However, I prided herself on never succumbing to the toxic habit of comparing herself to others. As I continuously reminded myself, Klaus had selected me as his third wife, despite the number of other eligible young women in Mystic Falls that fateful night. In the depths of my heart, I cherished the desire to become the beloved wife of this refined, articulate, and erudite gentleman who had entered my life when I needed him most. I wouldn't focus on cringe-worthy situation we found ourselves in, but rather the raw reality of our mutual trust and unwavering determination to build a life together.

I raced upstairs to my bedroom following his invitation, I gracefully shed out of my cosy, ash-coloured joggers and a loose-fitting, oversized t-shirt, opting instead for a pair of alluring denim mini shorts that tantalisingly began their ascent halfway up my thighs. Then I found the perfect top to pair with them. It was a tank top, its hue reminiscent of a fragile eggshell. The fabric seemed to whisper promises of stylish comfort. To perfect my ensemble, I carefully selected a pair of exquisite leather brown wedges, their sleek design adding a touch of sophistication to my outfit. Adorning my ankle, a delicate bracelet, adorned with intricate charms, whispered timeless elegance.

With a flick of my wrist, I released the constraints that held my luscious locks captive, allowing them to cascade freely around my shoulders. The strands, like a shimmering waterfall of ebony silk, danced in the gentle breeze, framing my face with an air of untamed elegance. I carefully chose my handbag, ensuring that it held all of my newly acquired identifications. The thought of starting fresh in a new place filled me with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Inside the bag, I tucked away a small sum of cash, a generous gift from Klaus. It was during our conversation that I had confided in him about my unfortunate error of leaving my purse behind in Mystic Falls.

Klaus, with an air of nonchalance, bestowed upon me a sum exceeding a thousand dollars, extracted from the depths of his wallet. With an air of unwavering conviction, urged me to always carry an adequate sum of money, assuring me that there would be no need to fret about seeking additional funds from him, should the need arise.

I did not possess the inclination to accept generosity from others. Yesterday, I found myself embroiled in a relentless battle, endeavouring to utilise his generous funds to procure various necessities for our developing home. Downstairs, gleamed a collection of exquisite kitchenware, each piece bearing a hefty price tag. Klaus, with his discerning taste, had handpicked these culinary treasures, a testament to his commitment to our shared domestic bliss. In the refuge of my bedroom, a haven of tranquilly and comfort, lay a bed adorned with sheets boasting a thread count of six hundred. Klaus had spared no expense in procuring these luxurious linens, a testament to his desire to envelop us in the utmost indulgence.

I paid little mind to the extent of Klaus's wealth, although it was evident to all of us that his financial resources reached into the billions. Klaus would be caught off guard by my sheer audacity of my fashion sense, I effortlessly embraced the little joys that life had to offer. He appeared to be concerned with his image, whereas I was more occupied with capturing the essence of the moment, regardless of circumstances.

When I stepped outside I locked the front door to my house behind me, I concealed the keys into my small handbag, my gaze darting furtively in all directions, wary of prying eyes. My footsteps, shrouded in secrecy, guided me towards the majestic presence of Klaus's luxurious range rover, gracefully stationed within the confines of Caroline's driveway. A veil of anonymity draped over me as I traversed the path, my gaze lowered, concealing my identity from the world.

As I approached the vehicle, Klaus was already settled comfortably in the driver's seat. With a graceful motion, I slipped into the passenger seat, feeling the soft leather embrace me as I settled in. I cast a fleeting gaze in his direction, only to discover that he adorned the very same sunglasses as the day before. With one hand languidly resting in his lap and the other firmly gripping the steering wheel, he exuded an air of quiet confidence. With a nonchalant disregard, he failed to cast his gaze in my direction as he deftly manoeuvred the car in reverse, skilfully navigating us out of the confines of the driveway. Meanwhile, I hastily secured my seatbelt, my body sliding slightly on the seat as I did so.

Gently, I tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, a subtle gesture to mask the trepidation that had settled upon me. The weight of silence descended upon us, casting a delicate veil of uncertainty over our new lives.

Uncertainty gripped my heart as I pondered whether to confront him about his frigid attitude towards Elena. The weight of the decision pressed upon me. Caroline's words reverberated me, she insisted that the sacred bond of our marriages ought to remain private.

I gently shifted my gaze, allowing it to settle upon his countenance as he skilfully manoeuvred the car. It was a moment of quiet observation, a rare opportunity to scrutinise his features without the burden of self-consciousness. No longer concerned with the prying eyes of others, I delved into a thorough examination. He possessed an irresistible allure, his features exuding an undeniable magnetism. Yet, it was not merely his physical appeal that captivated me. A subtle fragrance enveloped him, a scent that awakened my senses. It was as if he had an innate concern for our well-being, a deep-rooted care that came from his very being.

"I can feel you staring" Klaus announced to my horror.

Before his gaze could meet mine, I swiftly averted my eyes, fixing my gaze forward, my widened eyes betraying my overwhelming sense of humiliation. When I glanced at him for an ephemeral moment, it seemed as though his eyes were fixated upon the contours of my thighs, an unspoken desire veiled beneath his enigmatic facade. As I turned my gaze back ahead, a sudden surge of consciousness coursed through me, causing my legs to involuntarily intertwine. His unwavering focus had that effect on me. Beside me, Klaus emitted a subtle throaty rumble, a prelude to the imminent storm brewing within him. His hands, like vice grips, clasped the steering wheel with an intensity that betrayed his inner turmoil.

"So, erm where are we going?" I asked, a sudden realisation dawning upon me that I had neglected to ask until this very moment.

"I have some business in town."

"What kind of business?"

Klaus didn't answer my question leaving me with a sense of resignation. Deep down, I harboured no true anticipation of a response from him. It was abundantly clear to me that Klaus harboured a hidden agenda, yet he obstinately withheld any disclosure regarding its nature. Throughout the long and arduous night, I found solace in the act of fervent prayer, desperately beseeching that whatever ominous force it brought with it would not cast its dark shadow upon our new lives.

"You're not much of a talker"

"Perhaps I'm just a good listener?"

I delicately nibbled on my lower lip, a mischievous glimmer in my eyes as I attempted to stifle the impending laughter.

There was a matter that had burdened my heart ever since we embarked on this journey, and I yearned for the opportunity to finally address it. Uncertainty gripped me tightly as I pondered whether this particular moment was opportune or not. Klaus, lost in his own musings, appeared distant and preoccupied. Nevertheless, the significance of my question forced me to proceed.

"Erm, do you think you could help me with something?" my voice, once familiar and steady, now trembled with uncertainty as I mustered the courage to ask him for help.

"With what exactly?"

"Uh it's complicated" Again I tucked my fallen bangs back behind my ear

"I'm sure it is."

"What do you mean?"

"You wouldn't be coming to me otherwise."

I mustered a feeble smile, my lips curving ever so slightly.

"From what Caroline and Elena told me that night, you're the type of person who is able to get the impossible done."

Beside me, Klaus valiantly struggled to stifle his laughter. The mere possibility of receiving a compliment from Caroline and Elena had the power to elicit a hearty chuckle from mister tough guy. As I lapsed into silence once more, Klaus extended his hand towards the intricate dashboard, adorned with an array of sophisticated gadgets. With a deliberate touch, he activated the air conditioning function, ensuring my utmost comfort.

"Do you think you could get me my dad's ashes?"

Klaus remained silent, his gaze averted. As my eyes met his, the mischievous smirk that once graced his lips had vanished, replaced by a tense jaw, tightly clenched in an unspoken turmoil. In that moment, it seemed as though he was dealing with the recollection of my abrupt departure from town, coinciding with the solemn event of my father's funeral.

"It's just that, we left town that same night and I-"

"I'll take of it."

In that fateful moment, Klaus made a solemn vow to safeguard my father's ashes, a promise given before any additional details were divulged. He agreed, despite the absence of any personal gain. It was an unbalanced agreement, offering him nothing in return.

"Wait, are you serious?" I inquired, my voice betraying a hint of astonishment that I could not conceal.

Klaus offered a subtle nod, revealing nothing of his inner thoughts.

As the weight of silence settled upon us, I couldn't help but notice Klaus stealing a fleeting glance in my direction.

"What?"

"How long have you been waiting to ask me this?"

"I just thought about this morning"

"You're lying"

"I'm lying" I agreed followed by a heavy sigh.

"Why didn't you seek to ask me sooner?"

"I mean I thought about asking you last night while we were at the pool and you were inside but I thought it would look weird, me coming in to talk to you alone, especially on the first night and all"

I nibbled on my lower lip with a gentle yet resolute voice, I interjected, "Moreover, you were on the phone."

Again Klaus said nothing.

"When are you gonna tell us what's going on with you?"

"I suspect we all have our own little secrets."

"Not me. Nope I'm an open book."

"Is that right?"

"What you see is what you get. I've never played my cards close to the chest once. We're talking zero poker face."

"You're lying again."

A spontaneous burst of laughter escaped my lips, much to my surprise. And in that fleeting instant, to my astonishment, Klaus too succumbed to a fit of laughter.

"Can you guys sense when humans lie or something?"

"No that would definitely take all of the fun out of it if we could."

"So how come you're figuring me out so quickly?"

"You said it yourself, you have no poker face."

"Yeah but come on, you're taking this to a whole new level here. I've got to have a tell or something for you to be this good."

Klaus nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, leaving me to wonder whether his silence was born out of an inability or a deliberate choice to withhold an answer to my persistent inquiry. As my gaze remained fixed ahead, my once vibrant smile waned, succumbing to the weight of his profound silence. In that moment, I found myself confronted with a profound decision whether or not to be truthful.

Klaus slid off his sunglasses then and stored them in the visor above his head in one swift movement.

I closed my eyes and focused on my own breathing, feeling my heart beating hard against my rib cage harder than ever before. When I did finally open my eyes again I voiced my truth.

"I'm a virgin." I confessed to him with unwavering resolve as I bared my soul.

I turned my head, my gaze fixating on Klaus. He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting mine. A subtle, gentlemanly smile graced his lips, as he spoke with impeccable composure, "I know."

The realisation of my untouched innocence lingered in his gaze, a silent acknowledgement that spoke volumes. How long had he known I was a virgin? The weight of his knowledge bore down upon me, as if the secret of my chastity had become an unspoken pact between us. He alone held the secret, while Caroline and Elena remained blissfully unaware of my true lack of expertise.

Revealing the truth to him stirred a disquiet within me, as I had anticipated all along. Klaus didn't even know my real middle name or how I liked my coffee. And yet, inexplicably, he held within his grasp a secret that had never been divulged to another living soul.

"You don't mind?" I asked unable to look his way as I did.

"No love. I don't mind."

"I just, I didn't want you to be disappointed with me-" I stopped unable to finish my own sentence.

The knowledge I had acquired from Caroline and Elena regarding Klaus' past was quite intriguing. Entwining his heart and body with the fair maidens of high birth and royal heritage. Apparently, he possessed an irresistible charm that captivated the hearts of countless women, effortlessly transitioning from one passionate encounter to the next, never pausing to ponder the consequences of his actions. His charm, a thing of wonder, captivated all who crossed his path. There was an undeniable allure about him, for he never donned a mask of pretence. No, he remained steadfastly true to himself, his words flowing forth with an honesty that was both refreshing and rare. His appreciation for women knew no bounds, a testament to his innate understanding of their worth and beauty. It was evident that he sought out the company of intellectually captivating women who astounded him with their ingenuity and unwavering determination to achieve greatness.

"So you don't mind teaching more than just learning how to cook?" I inquired, my cheeks aflame with the unmistakable hue of embarrassment.

With a mere flicker of effort, Klaus deftly manoeuvred us into the nearest vacant parking spot outside the bustling Starbucks. The engine ceased its mechanical hum, Klaus unfastened his seatbelt in a single fluid motion. His hand extended towards mine, enveloping it in a gentle embrace, as he brought it towards his lips. With an air of chivalry, he bestowed a tender kiss upon my hand, his gaze unwaveringly fixed upon my own.

"I'd be honoured to be your first, sweetheart" Klaus assured me with unwavering certainty, his voice resonating with a resolute confidence.

The very core of my being surged with an overwhelming sense of elation. For he, in his noble essence, had embraced the profound duty and esteemed privilege of becoming my first without pause or hesitation.

"Could we maybe keep this between us?" I asked him then.

Klaus nodded vowing to safeguard my secret from Caroline and Elena. I wasn't ready for them to know this about me.

We couldn't risk anyone in town suspecting we were living in polygamy. So as Klaus and I emerged from the car, we discreetly adorned our sunglasses, concealing our true identities from the curious onlookers. The less we were seen out in public together the better for everyone involved.

The line at Starbucks moved fast, just as we reached the front, Klaus's phone rang demanding his immediate attention. With a swift motion, he settled the bill for our order, vanishing from my sight in a mysterious haze, leaving me standing there, abandoned and alone amidst the aromatic embrace of the coffee shop. Once I had gathered our coffee order and the delectable pastries that I simply couldn't resist acquiring for later, I made my way back outside. As I cast my gaze down the bustling street, my eyes fell upon Klaus, standing near his range rover. However, to my surprise, he was not alone in his contemplation. Klaus was accompanied by a gentleman of fair hair, impeccably attired in a distinguished suit. My curiosity piqued, I observed as the blonde man extended an assortment of papers to Klaus, their exchange culminating in a firm handshake.

On the drive home I reached for one of the delectable pastries I had procured earlier. However, it became unmistakably clear that my eyes had beheld the two of them engaged in deep conversation. However, the silence, only served to intensify the mounting unease that gripped me, as I again pondered what he might be getting involved with behind our backs.


Caroline Mikaelson

The morning sun cast a warm glow upon the kitchen, as I found myself immersed in a flurry of activity. Box after box, I diligently unpacked, my hands moving with purpose and determination. Each appliance and necessity held the promise of a new beginning, a fresh chapter in my life. With every carefully chosen placement, I sought to create an opportune space, where functionality and aesthetics lived in harmony.

The front door opened and closed allowing a gust of wind to sweep through the foyer. The echoes of Klaus and April's voices reverberated through the air, unmistakable in their timbre, as they made their way towards the kitchen. I stood adorned in my skinny jeans, their snug embrace accentuating my figure. A pristine white tank top, carefully tucked into the waistband. My feet, unadorned by any footwear, graced the cool tiles beneath, with flesh-toned pedicure showcasing a vibrant display of matte red toenails.

April glided into the kitchen, her eyes sparkling happiness and glee as she bestowed upon me a subtle wink and a captivating smile. She placed a paper bag from Starbucks upon the nearest counter, its contents a tantalising mystery although I smelt a hint of cinnamon in the air. She then gathered her lustrous locks and skilfully fashioned them into a neat bun, revealing the elegant curve of her shoulders.

Klaus came in at her back, his eyes concealed behind a pair of sleek sunglasses. In his grasp, he effortlessly balanced four large Starbucks cups, their aromatic contents wafting through the air. With his other hand, he clutched a mysterious bag, its contents hidden from prying eyes. He gently placed the items beside April's bag, his movements deliberate and purposeful. Then, with a determined stride, he approached me, his head descending towards mine. As his lips met mine in a tender kiss, reminiscent of our first encounter at the houses only a day ago, a thought crossed my mind - was this to become his customary gesture, a daily ritual for all of us?

April's eyes lingered on our tender moment, a subtle smile gracing her lips. Not a trace of envy tainted her countenance, for she possessed a heart untainted by jealousy. Her gaze, though directed towards Klaus, seemed to drift past him. Instead, it fixated on my response to his gentle touch, as if searching for a reaction from me. Unbeknownst to her, a secret encounter had transpired earlier that morning, where our lips had met in a fervent and unrestrained embrace. It was a shared secret, a pact we had made to safeguard. To my delight, I discovered that April, much like myself, had made the conscious decision to approach our newfound polygamous lifestyle with a sense of maturity.

Klaus's gaze remained locked upon me, as he gracefully lifted his sunglasses to atop his head. My steadfast gaze remained fixed upon him, my voice laced with curiosity as I posed the question, "Isn't this Elena's day?"

Klaus's piercing gaze swept over his shoulder, ensuring that April's attention was elsewhere. With a mischievous smile playing on his lips, he boldly ventured forward, his hand poised to deliver a tantalising slap to my left ass cheek. It was a daring response to my boldness in calling him out on his questionable actions.

I observed Klaus as he deftly gathered two Starbucks cups, his movements deliberate and precise. With a sense of intrigue, he then concealed a mysterious bag securely beneath his arm. Before he manoeuvred around me, his gaze fixed upon the patio doors. He walked through the interconnected backyards, his path leading him towards Elena's house.

"Tell me you have a cake or something in that bag" I groaned as I turned to April.

Finding she was already unpacking the bag of goodies.

"How goes the unpacking?"

"I'll tell you after I've had coffee"

"Good deal"


Elena Mikaelson

For the past hour, I found myself in a rather undignified position, down on all fours in the sitting room. The once pristine floor was now strewn with an assortment of tools, each one essential for the assembly of my latest acquisition - a splendid coffee table. The frigid gusts of the air conditioning system struggled to combat the relentless onslaught of the morning's intensifying heat, but unfortunately, their valiant efforts fell short.

As the gentle breeze whispered through the open patio door, I remained perfectly still, sensing Caroline's arrival as she had promised. The weight of anticipation hung in the air, for it was her assistance that I needed, as the instructions for assembly lay before me, written in French. With a graceful motion, I allowed my lustrous locks to cascade down the curve of my right cheek. A weary sigh escaped my lips as I summoned the strength to rise, slowly elevating myself onto my knees and then my feet.

As I turned around my eyes widened in astonishment as Klaus appeared before me, causing an involuntary gasp to escape my lips. Klaus's gaze shifted, his eyes narrowing with a mischievous glint. With a subtle lean, he drew closer to me, in a sudden and unexpected gesture, his lips met mine in a fleeting kiss, leaving me momentarily stunned and breathless. Before I could gather my thoughts or utter a single word, he swiftly withdrew, leaving me coping with the bewildering aftermath of another one of his stolen kisses.

Not a single word escaped his lips as he averted his gaze towards the staircase, vanishing from my sight in an instant, a mysterious bag securely nestled beneath his arm. My gaze shifted towards the kitchen counter, following the path he had just traversed, only to stumble upon a grand Starbucks cup resting upon its surface.

He wasn't talking to me, he barely looked at me and yet he had kissed me again just as he had done yesterday. His lips never lingered not even with his shared kiss with Caroline yesterday.

When I heard his phone begin to ring upstairs I decided to get out of the house then and make my way over to Caroline's for answers.

Klaus was up to something.


Klaus Mikaelson

I was in the bathroom washing my hands when I heard my phone ring in the bedroom I might be sharing with Elena that night. I ventured across the desolate room, with nothing more than a solitary double mattress and neatly stacked linens.

I delicately retrieved my phone from its resting place on the window sill, my fingers grazing the cool surface. However, as I prepared to answer the call, a sudden hesitation overcame me, causing me to pause in my efforts. As my gaze was captivated by the sight of a well dressed man and a woman gracefully heading up the winding pathway that led to Caroline's house.

Their presence was accompanied by a vibrant bouquet of flowers, held delicately in the woman's hands, and a bottle of unknown contents, clutched firmly by the man. It had to be one of our neighbours. My gaze descended upon the expanse of the backyard, where I noticed Elena gracefully crossing the distance towards Caroline's house.

The neighbours were making their way towards a house containing all three girls, all three of my wives.

This wasn't going to be good.


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