Darkest Temptations
Chapter Four: Evil Within
Caroline Mikaelson
For an hour now, Elena, April and I had been basking in the glow of the moon by the pool. The gentle touch of the moonlight embraced us, while we basked in the serenity of the evening. We had to be cautious with our conversation, in order to prevent anyone from eavesdropping and uncovering our true identities. Here in Utah, we embarked on a fresh start, leaving behind our previous lives and the challenges they brought. However, the looming threat at home remained impossible to ignore. We had an unspoken understanding to steer clear of discussing the past, choosing instead to concentrate on the present and the fresh paths we were forging.
April found herself captivated by the beauty and wonder of her new life, unable to contain her gratitude for all that surrounded her. Elena, however, chose to maintain a calm and introverted demeanor, keeping her thoughts to herself. As I reflected on the situation, it became clear to me that it was only to be expected. Elena couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the flood of memories from Mystic Falls, each one more vivid than the last. As a recently transformed vampire, she struggled with the challenge of managing her intensified emotions, which only made confronting her past even more arduous.
Despite the obstacles we encountered in the past three days, we overcame them and achieved success. We were filled with determination and an indomitable spirit. As I looked out into the expansive beauty of Utah, a feeling of optimism washed over me. In the face of uncertainty, I held onto a steadfast belief that we would prevail. And so we proceeded, filled with a renewed sense of purpose to overcome any obstacles that awaited us. We were a force to be reckoned with, unstoppable in our pursuit.
As I navigated through the challenging circumstances we faced and pondered Klaus's feelings about our current reality, a wave of resolve washed over me. I had complete trust in Klaus. I was confident that he would do whatever it took to keep us safe. Despite his intimidating appearance, he possessed an unwavering sense of loyalty that ran deep within his being. His confidence was simply a mask, a defense mechanism to shield himself from the harsh truths of life. He understood that to endure, he had to be strong. However, deep down, he possessed a strong sense of integrity and placed utmost importance on loyalty. I could feel a flicker of trust in his gaze as he sensed the protective barrier surrounding us. He acknowledged our strength and loyalty as wives, deserving of his trust.
As I glanced up at the window of our master bedroom, I noticed Klaus observing us from above as we lounged by the pool. He stood there, his presence commanding and seemingly prepared for this moment. I was prepared for whatever came next too, regardless of who he was focusing on. I was a woman who had complete trust in her husband. Surrounded by the two other women who held his affections, I couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. However, I understood the importance of resilience and embracing my new circumstances. Indeed, I had made the deliberate decision to marry a man who treated us all with fairness, and I was resolute in my commitment to make our marriage thrive. I would gradually coming to terms with the realization that his future love is not solely reserved for me. As I watched him looking at all of us with equal longing, a feeling of satisfaction washed over me, knowing that I was among the privileged few who had won his affection. As I observed the sight in front of me, a wave of satisfaction engulfed me. It was an odd sensation, as I should have been jealous of the sight in front of me, but instead I felt a deep sense of pride.
There was an indescribable sense of satisfaction that washed over me, as if I had achieved something truly remarkable. The journey here has molded me into a strong and knowledgeable person, prepared to embrace my role as the inaugural spouse. It felt as if all my experiences had guided me to this point, and I was now prepared to embark on the path I was destined for. From now on, I will disregard the opinions of others when it comes to my life. This marked the start of a fresh chapter in my life, and the two women beside me became my newfound sisters.
He vanished from the window after a brief moment.
As April began to discuss the sleeping arrangements for the night, I was speechless. How can I even begin to convey the whirlwind of emotions inside me? The atmosphere was charged with tension as their eyes met. It was evident that they were curious about whether I would succumb to Klaus's charms. I stayed resilient, unfazed by the inquiry that was directed at me. I didn't feel compelled to explain myself, nor did I sense any obligation to reply. I simply stayed there, feeling self-assured, aware that my silence conveyed a powerful message. April, with her compassionate nature and calm demeanor, asked a thought-provoking question that left me pondering. Although I initially had a different impression, I had a feeling that she had no malicious intentions.
"Okay if this is really going to work then I'm going to be honest and open from the start." I told them before looking up at them and explaining "I'm planning to share my bedroom with him from the start. No other agendas just purely one room, one bed and us in it. I'd really be an adult about this."
The reactions didn't come as a surprise to me. It felt like a captivating chapter in my adventure. I locked eyes with Elena, attempting to decipher her enigmatic expression. Her lips pressed together, her head nodding slowly in acceptance of my decision. I glanced at April, her smile reflecting my own as she nodded in acknowledgement of the news. As we began this adventure of a lifelong commitment.
Elena remained silent.
April and Klaus had not yet discussed the sleeping arrangements. It was just the beginning, after all.
As I gracefully lifted my legs out of the pool, I bid the night farewell. I made it clear that I was always available to provide them with a place to sleep. I confidently reassured them that there was no reason to be anxious about spending the night in their new homes. Feeling a bit unsure when sleeping alone in a new place is completely normal.
With a sense of assurance, I flashed a comforting smile to them before embarking on my journey to my new home. Strolling through April's backyard and then my own, I reached the kitchen patio doors. I entered the room with a smooth motion, instantly sensing the coolness of the tiled floor beneath me. As I glanced around the kitchen, my attention was drawn to the numerous boxes scattered across the room, each labeled with great care for speedy delivery. Klaus had gone above and beyond, making sure that all the necessary furniture for our first night in the new place would arrive on time. I didn't mind that everything remained packed in boxes, encased in polystyrene and bubble wrap. He had taken great care to ensure that every item on our lists was meticulously secured, with the unwavering determination to bring us the happiness we deserved.
He had carefully positioned the small table lamps I had bought throughout the house, casting a warm glow in the kitchen, sitting room, and upstairs hallway. Taking necessary precautions to deter potential intruders from entering the house was a wise decision. As I walked down the hallway towards the master bedroom, a subtle aroma of newly applied paint filled the air. Our house was one of the last to be completed in the development. The walls were devoid of decoration and the carpet was unremarkable, yet I could envision this place transforming into our sanctuary with some dedicated attention. It was an empty canvas, ready for us to fill it with our unique personalities and transform it into a cozy home. However, at the moment, I found satisfaction in embracing the excitement of the unfamiliar, fully aware that the next day would bring another captivating journey. Tonight, my attention was captivated by a completely different topic.
As I carefully opened the door to the master bedroom, my heart filled with anticipation. The room remained untouched since my departure, yet my attention was immediately drawn to a collection of pristine luggage cases tucked away in the corner, each elegantly monogrammed with Klaus's initials. I stood motionless, breathing in deeply and exhaling slowly, observing my surroundings with a composed resolve. I couldn't believe Klaus had made the decision that we'd be sharing the room, even though we hadn't even talked about it yet. He'd made it clear by moving in his luggage.
It seemed as though he had already reached a firm decision, impervious to any influence. I couldn't help but ponder what his true intentions were. I stood in the doorway of my bedroom, taking in the sights of the familiar space. It felt like a sanctuary, a haven from the outside world. However, it belonged to him as well. Klaus had made it abundantly clear that he had no intention of participating in any charade of a young couple pretending to be happily settled. We had made a solemn commitment to him that we would leave behind our childish ways and become the confident, capable women we were always destined to be. My gaze swept across the room until it settled on his luggage. He was determined to join me in bed tonight, and nothing could deter him.
The reverberating sound of the power shower filled the room, immediately giving away Klaus's location. He must have been exhausted after the day's events, just like us. It wouldn't be surprising if everyone decided to sleep in until noon tomorrow.
As I looked down at the mattress on the floor, a feeling of tranquility and relaxation enveloped me. I approached the lone box in the dimly lit room. I eagerly immersed myself in its pages, feeling the soft touch of the exquisite bed sheets that I had carefully chosen for this reason. Next to them, I picked up the necessary mattress protector, fitted sheet, and matching pillowcases, all thoughtfully selected for our ultimate comfort. I meticulously arranged the sheets and fluffed the pillows. This bed would be the spot where Klaus and I would lie next to each other for the very first time.
I couldn't help but sense that Klaus had some hidden agenda for tonight. I had anticipated the potential for him to make a move on me, as I preferred to stay prepared and not be caught off guard. I refused to lower my defenses. As I experienced a rush of desire, I swiftly dismissed the alluring notion. I made a vow not to let my desires overshadow my judgment. It would initiate a series of events that would permanently change the trajectory of our lives. Three marriages would be swept into a chaotic competition for shared connections, resulting in grave consequences. I found myself at a crossroads, torn between following my heart and staying true to my commitments to Klaus, Elena, and April.
I couldn't allow him to perceive me as the identical girl I used to be. I was determined to prove my strength, bravery, and unwavering resolve to both him and myself. I'm convinced he was determined to assert his dominance over me tonight. I was resolute in maintaining the illusion of being a poised and composed individual - even if it meant disregarding the persistent inner voice that warned me of an unsettling truth. Our marriage was more than just a union between two people; it was a collaborative effort that we had both invested in.
I closed the door to our bedroom and quickly locked it, determined to avoid any unwelcome interruptions. I walked confidently towards the window, my gaze sweeping over the dimly lit backyard below. The pool lights were not illuminated anymore, casting a mysterious darkness over the area.
Noting that Elena and April had already gone to bed. I quickly closed the blinds, ensuring our privacy from any curious onlookers. I approached the bathroom door with caution, making sure it was closed tightly before I started removing the clothes that clung to me after lounging by the pool. As I glanced around the room in search of my pajamas, my gaze landed on Klaus's suitcase. Without hesitation, I confidently approached and unzipped the first bag, with my heart pounding the entire time. I gently touched a smooth, white v-neck t-shirt, swiftly putting it on my bare chest, experiencing a surge of exhilaration. I stood my ground and adamantly refused to wear a bra to bed. It was a matter of principle - I needed to feel at peace and demonstrate to Klaus that I was comfortable. As Klaus's wife, I had to learn to embrace my vulnerability and reveal my true self to him, without any pretences or masks. Allowing him to witness my vulnerable and unguarded self was a daunting task, yet crucial for the deepening of our connection. With a mischievous smile, I reached into my bag and retrieved a dainty white lace thong. Despite my best efforts to start fresh as Caroline, I couldn't resist the exhilaration of taunting him just a little.
I quickly jumped onto the bed, choosing the left side that was furthest from the bathroom. I carefully arranged the duvet over myself, allowing a subtle hint of my lower back and buttocks to be seen, eagerly awaiting his return. It was a bold decision, one that could easily lead to misconceptions. However, I had a strong intuition that it was the correct course of action. I knew that Elena and April were not yet prepared for the intensity of passion I yearned for. However, I stood out. I felt a surge of excitement as I envisioned the intense chemistry that would spark between us with time.
As soon as the sound of the shower stopped, I quickly reached for the duvet, determined to protect myself from his eyes. However, I suddenly stopped in my tracks, realizing that I couldn't allow fear to control my decisions. I rolled onto my side, away from the bathroom door, and closed my eyes. Even if he were to speak to me right then, I wouldn't say a word. I shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep, secretly savoring the thrill of his gaze upon me. I couldn't help but ponder his perception of me. I wonder if he would find me beautiful. Appealing? I permitted myself this brief indulgence, allowing him to sneak a glimpse while I remained still and defenseless.
The bathroom door slowly opened, revealing the sound of his footsteps resonating throughout the room. I felt his eyes on me, watching me as I lay in his bed, dressed in his t-shirt and wearing one of my most alluring thong. Klaus bypassed his luggage and confidently made his way towards the bed. I felt a sudden chill, my heart pounding, as the table lamp on his side switched off. I could feel his presence as he gently settled onto the bed, his weight sinking into the mattress without any hesitation. I couldn't resist the urge to nibble on my lower lip as he gently tucked the duvet around us, protecting me from the chill and his eyes.
As I inhaled his scent, I couldn't help but be captivated by its refreshing and invigorating nature. The scent was unfamiliar, yet captivating, and I felt an irresistible urge to uncover the mystery behind this enchanting aroma. I couldn't help but be captivated by his scent, making a mental note to find out the name of his body wash. His image exuded an undeniable sense of pride, and I found myself drawn to his captivating presence. Tyler's persistent refusal to shower after football practice was a continual cause of exasperation for those in his vicinity. He seemed to take pleasure in the scent of his own perspiration, a testament to the effort he had exerted on the field. But, for those who were familiar with him, it was seen as a juvenile behavior, revealing his strong-willed nature and refusal to adhere to societal expectations.
However, Klaus was a man who had a strong sense of self-worth.
I was surprised by Klaus' hesitancy to take action in the darkness. He seemed to be anticipating something, maybe even waiting for a sign to take action. The atmosphere was thick with tension as we remained still, not uttering a word. I couldn't help but ponder the thoughts running through his mind, and if he shared the same emotions as I did. I could sense his eyes fixed on me, radiating an intensity that set my heart pounding. He knew exactly how he tortured me and didn't hold back from expressing his emotions, even in Tyler's presence. Surprisingly, he displayed an impressive level of self-control tonight and refrained from pressuring me for sex. Did he doubt my readiness for intimacy, or was it all just a figment of my imagination?
The silence was deafening, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. I had an insatiable curiosity to uncover the truth. I took a deep breath and naturally leaned closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against my bare legs. I noted that he was wearing nothing but boxers, and I couldn't help but experience a surge of exhilaration. I nestled closer to him, sensing the warmth of his exposed chest against my cheek. He lay with his arms folded behind his head. With a single, graceful movement, he tilted and gently kissed my forehead, a brief encounter that sent a delightful shiver through me. I couldn't help but emit a soft sound, hoping to provoke some kind of reaction from him. Nevertheless, he remained completely motionless, exerting all his strength. As I touched him, I felt the tension in his muscles, as if he was holding back a powerful force. The ferocious entity within him yearned to unleash chaos and devastation upon my being.
I couldn't determine who dozed off first, but I do know that I was the first to wake up. I woke up to the sound of my alarm, coming from my new phone. I decided to schedule it for eight o'clock, as my time with Klaus would now end promptly at nine a.m. each day.
As I gradually opened my eyes, I discovered myself embraced by Klaus's firm hold. I leaned my head against his chest, sensing the rhythmic thump of his heart. Out of nowhere, his arm swiftly extended and effortlessly silenced my alarm, even before he had opened his eyes. He seemed oblivious to the fact that the loud alarm wasn't coming from his own phone. I took a moment to compose myself before raising my head from his chest, meeting his eyes with a steady gaze. As I looked at him, his head resting comfortably on the pillow, a sense of warmth and fondness welled up inside me. I let out a sigh of relief when I realized he hadn't disappeared into the next. The memory of his embrace sent my heart racing, as if it were reliving that moment all over again. I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as I reflected on how he had provided me with a sense of security throughout the entire night.
I knew what I wanted.
I confidently leaned in, pressing my lips firmly against his. I savored the kiss, anticipating his reaction, sensing the undeniable chemistry between us. With my eyes tightly shut, I sensed Klaus' immediate reaction to my kiss as he eagerly met my lips with his own. I couldn't help but feel a sense of joy as his lips touched mine, and I eagerly responded, inviting him closer. We met in a passionate embrace, his presence enveloping me as we lay together. His tender touch sent a wave of excitement through me as he gently caressed my forearms and cheeks. I couldn't believe he wasn't pushing for anything more, it was unlike any man I had ever encountered. I was completely captivated as I embraced him, feeling the strength of his shoulders and the softness of his hair beneath my fingertips.
We both understood that this moment of intimacy would be a rare occurrence, but we also recognized its power. As our lips touched, time seemed to freeze in that moment. We were transported to a time of pure innocence, where every touch was electric and every moment felt like an eternity.
As Klaus's phone alarm blared then, we quickly separated from each other. Klaus emitted a frustrated growl, causing me to tightly clench my jaw after his lips separated from mine. It felt as though we were two untamed creatures, abruptly halted during a fervent moment of connection. I watched him stand up from the bed, his muscles flexing beneath his skin as he confidently walked towards the window. With a skilled touch, he picked up his phone from the windowsill, quieting its persistent ringing. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly got out of bed before he had a chance to comment on my sudden burst of affection.
"Morning," Klaus greeted me as I locked myself in the bathroom.
With a smile forming on my lips, I swiftly hid it behind my hands. As I ran my fingers through my hair, I leaned against the doorframe and let out a deep sigh.
I had a long list of tasks to accomplish today, but I was determined to face them head-on. However, Klaus had a pressing engagement.
"It's Elena's day" I reminded him from within the bathroom.
I spoke with a strong sense of conviction, emphasizing that his responsibilities and commitments were beckoning him, without a hint of jealousy or uncertainty in my tone. There were more urgent matters to attend to than our kiss, and he had somewhere important to be. I remained unaffected by the fact that we were now officially polygamists. It was clear to all of us that destiny had united us for a purpose. We were united by a shared goal, and no force could ever separate us. We had a connection, and we were willing to go to any lengths to preserve it. I sensed that the recollection of our embrace would stay with him throughout the day, and maybe even trouble him as he slept in their house tonight.
However, my day had come to an end.
Elena Mikaelson
April and I had been on a mission for what felt like an eternity. We were determined to master the instruction manual of her new coffee maker and set the timer for her first cup of the day. She nonchalantly dismissed the fact that she lacked any coffee beans. She was determined to have a highly productive day. When I woke up today, I experienced a powerful surge of energy pulsating through my veins. I felt a surge of energy that pushed me onward. As I glanced at April, her infectious enthusiasm was impossible to resist. We were both prepared to face any obstacles that came our way, with a new energy. As we were engrossed in our task, the patio doors unexpectedly glided open. Klaus confidently entered the room, effortlessly carrying two large black leather holdall cases, one in each hand. As he entered the kitchen, his hair still wet, it caught the morning light and shimmered. He had taken a shower before arriving here this morning. He had showered at Caroline's house. His clothes exuded a sense of effortless style - a pair of dark blue straight jeans paired with a fitted black long-sleeved shirt that accentuated his well-toned physique.
When our eyes met, he quickly looked away and greeted April with "Good morning."
April's gaze fixated on the coffee maker as she effortlessly lifted it up, wire and all. She navigated the kitchen counters with purpose, intent on making a swift departure. She leaned in hiding her lake of confidence and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Klaus responded to the gesture almost immediately. She glanced at me one last time before vanishing through the same door he had. I could sense her deliberate intention, leaving us alone. She seemed convinced that it was in our best interest. April was convinced that being alone was the answer to our communication issues, but I wasn't sure if Klaus shared the same belief.
"Em, why are you bringing all of that here already?" I asked hearing the uncertainty in my tone "I mean it's not like it's necessary."
He stayed quiet, guiding them to the floor before swiftly turning away from me and throwing the patio door open again. He called out to April and invited her to accompany him into town. April's presence eluded me, yet her voice was undeniably recognizable. There was an undeniable thrill in her heart as she agreed to accompany him on their journey into town.
I watched quietly as Klaus turned around, clutching his luggage, and proceeded towards the stairs. As he vanished from sight, I found myself standing alone and feeling just that, my mind racing as I attempted to comprehend the recent events. There appeared to be important issues that required his attention, and for some unknown reason, I was not included.
I understood that it was wise to refrain from pursuing the matter any further. I exited the room and navigated my way through the neighboring yards towards Caroline's house. The sun had already risen high in the sky, enveloping every house in a comforting warmth. I would remain at Caroline's until I was certain they had departed. Klaus had been watching me closely since we got here, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I had already disappointed him in some inexplicable manner. I was determined not to create any discomfort and become the person responsible for ruining everything. If I didn't want to be here, I simply wouldn't be.
If Klaus chooses to spend his time with April instead, it's his decision to make. I had a feeling he wouldn't dedicate the entire day to me simply because my name was on the schedule. We had already discussed that our arrangement was not going to work in that way. It just meant that he would be staying over at my place for the night, nothing more.
What if he expects more?
I couldn't help but sense that Klaus was behaving towards me in a distinct manner compared to how he treated Caroline and April. I could detect a subtle presence. There was a certain quality in his words and gaze that captivated me. There was an indescribable quality to our interactions that left me feeling unsettled. I couldn't help but notice how he purposefully avoided making eye contact with me since we got here. He seemed completely oblivious to my existence. Initially, I attempted to extend him the benefit of the doubt. However, as the day progressed, it became evident that his actions were deliberate. I felt compelled to address the issue with him.
I used to be the type of person who would fearlessly confront anyone who crossed her path and insist on getting answers. I had changed, and I was determined not to let him triumph over me. We were united in marriage, bound together as husband and wife, and our lives intertwined within the walls of our shared home. Our paths were never destined to intersect, yet fate had other plans. However, I had a strong sense that this went beyond my personal experience. The happiness of Caroline and April was also in jeopardy should the spell fail. So I was planning to remain silent for once in my life.
And allow events to naturally unfold.
Yet I was still consumed with one nagging thought.
Does he regret marrying me?
April Mikaelson
I was completely taken aback when Klaus, out of the blue, asked me to be the one to go into town with him instead of Elena. We were captivated by the complex web of polygamy that enveloped our unconventional lives. Klaus had to navigate the intricate workings of our relationships, balancing his time and attention among all of us with great care. It felt rather unfair that Elena's encounter with him started at nine in the morning, only for him to start seeking my company within a mere thirty minutes.
However, I wasn't going to pretend to have all the answers about what our future in Utah would hold, considering we had only been here for a short forty-eight hours. I couldn't help but expect a certain level of tension in those initial days and weeks. Surprisingly, it appeared that Klaus would often ignore Elena, much to my disappointment. I was perplexed by this strange situation, as it was clear to both Caroline and me that he had a strong infatuation for her. Her captivating charm was undeniable, a genuine embodiment of beauty that left no room for uncertainty.
I had always been aware of my own perceived flaws in terms of appearance, particularly when comparing myself to the stunning Caroline and Elena. Nevertheless, I took great pride in never giving in to the harmful tendency of comparing myself to others. It was a night I'll never forget - the moment Klaus chose me as his third wife, even with so many other eligible young women in Mystic Falls. In the depths of my heart, I longed to be the cherished wife of this sophisticated, eloquent, and knowledgeable man who came into my life when I needed him the most. I wouldn't dwell on the awkward situation we found ourselves in, but rather on the genuine trust and relentless drive we shared to create a future together.
I hurried upstairs to my bedroom, quickly changing out of my comfortable, gray joggers and a baggy, oversized t-shirt. Instead, I chose a pair of captivating denim mini shorts that started their climb halfway up my thighs. Then I stumbled upon the ideal top to complement them. The tank top had a delicate hue, reminiscent of a fragile eggshell. The fabric exuded an air of sophistication and comfort. I diligently chose a pair of elegant leather brown wedges to complement my ensemble, enhancing its sophistication with their sleek design. A dainty bracelet gracefully decorated my ankle, its intricate charms exuding an air of timeless elegance.
With a graceful gesture, I set my hair free, letting it flow down my shoulders in a beautiful cascade. The strands flowed gracefully in the breeze, framing my face with a touch of wild elegance. I selected my handbag, making sure it contained all of my recently obtained identifications. I carefully stashed a modest amount of money inside the bag, a kind gesture from Klaus.
Yesterday, I found myself caught up in a never-ending struggle, trying to use his generous funds to acquire various essentials for our growing home. Downstairs, a stunning array of high-end kitchenware had caught my eye, with each item displaying a significant price tag. Klaus, with his refined palate, had carefully selected these culinary gems, a true reflection of his dedication to our harmonious home life. Nestled in the safe haven of my bedroom, a place of serenity and coziness, rested a bed adorned with luxurious sheets boasting a high thread count. Klaus had gone to great lengths to acquire these opulent linens, demonstrating his commitment to immersing us in pure luxury.
I didn't really pay much attention to how rich Klaus was, even though it was clear to everyone that he had billions of dollars. Klaus would be taken aback by my bold fashion choices, as I effortlessly embraced the simple pleasures that life had to offer. He seemed preoccupied with his appearance, while I was more focused on capturing the true essence of the moment, regardless of the situation.
As I exited my home, I made sure to securely lock the front door and discreetly stow away the keys in my handbag. With a cautious glance around, I remained vigilant against any potential onlookers. I approached Klaus's opulent range rover, parked in Caroline's driveway, with a sense of intrigue and stealth. I moved along the path, my eyes cast downward, keeping my true identity as his wife hidden from the world.
As I neared the car, Klaus was already comfortably seated in the driver's seat. I effortlessly eased myself into the passenger seat, relishing the comforting touch of the supple leather as it enveloped me. I glanced briefly in his direction, only to notice that he was wearing the same pair of sunglasses as the day before. As he sat there, one hand casually in his lap and the other firmly on the steering wheel, he exuded an air of calm self-assurance. He casually ignored me, not bothering to look my way, as he expertly reversed the car and smoothly guided us out of the driveway. Meanwhile, I quickly fastened my seatbelt, my body shifting slightly on the seat as I did so.
With a delicate touch, I carefully brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear, concealing the unease that had taken hold of me. A profound stillness settled upon us, enveloping our new lives in an air of ambiguity.
I felt a wave of uncertainty wash over me as I debated whether or not to address his cold demeanor towards Elena. I felt the heavy burden of the decision weighing on me. Caroline's words struck a chord with me, as she emphasized the importance of keeping the sanctity of our marriages confidential.
I delicately shifted my gaze, fixating it on his face as he expertly handled the car. Free from the watchful gaze of others, I immersed myself in a meticulous exploration. He had a captivating charm, his appearance radiating an undeniable charisma. However, it wasn't just his physical appearance that intrigued me. The air around him carried a delicate aroma, a fragrance that stirred my senses. He seemed to possess a natural empathy, a genuine compassion that emanated from within him. Even if he didn't know it, I did.
"I can feel you staring." Klaus announced casually to my horror.
Before his gaze could meet mine, I quickly looked away, focusing my eyes straight ahead. My widened eyes revealed my deep sense of embarrassment. As I stole a quick glance at him again, it looked like his gaze was drawn to the curves of my legs, hinting at a hidden longing behind his mysterious demeanor.
"Um, where exactly are we headed?" I asked, a sudden realization dawning upon me that I had overlooked to inquire until now.
"I have some business in town."
"What type of business?"
Klaus's lack of response left me feeling resigned. Deep down, I harboured no true anticipation of a response from him. The intentions of Klaus were evident, but he stubbornly refused to reveal the nature of his hidden agenda. As the night stretched on, I sought comfort in fervent prayer, hoping that the unknown force wouldn't disrupt our newfound happiness.
"You're not much of a talker"
"Perhaps I'm just a good listener?"
I gently bit my lower lip with a hint of mischief in my eyes, trying to hold back the laughter that was about to burst out.
There was something weighing heavily on my mind throughout our entire journey, and I longed for the chance to finally confront it. I was filled with a deep sense of unease as I contemplated the timing of this specific moment. Klaus, lost in his own thoughts, seemed distant and preoccupied. However, I felt compelled to continue due to the importance of my question.
"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?"
"Em, 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."
Next to me, Klaus fought to hold back his laughter. The mere chance of receiving praise from Caroline and Elena could always bring a smile to mister tough guy's face. As I fell silent again, Klaus reached out his hand towards the complex dashboard, decorated with an assortment of advanced gadgets. He activated the air conditioning function with precision, prioritizing my comfort above all else.
"Do you think you could get my father's ashes for me?" I asked and paused to stop myself from biting my lower lip "They're…back there. And I can't go there so."
Klaus stayed quiet, avoiding eye contact. As our gazes locked, his smile disappeared, replaced by a tense expression that revealed the inner conflict he was grappling with. At that moment, it felt like he was grappling with the memory of my sudden departure from town, which happened to coincide with my father's funeral.
"It's just that, we left town that same night and I-"
"I'll take care of it."
At that crucial moment, Klaus made a solemn commitment to protect my father's ashes, a pledge made before any further information was revealed. He agreed, even though there was no personal benefit involved. The agreement was heavily skewed, providing him with no benefits in exchange.
"Wait, are you being serious?" I asked, my voice tinged with surprise that I couldn't hide.
Klaus acknowledged with a subtle nod, keeping his inner thoughts well concealed.
As an air of quiet enveloped us, I couldn't help but catch Klaus stealing a quick look 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.
Besides I wasn't the only one keeping secrets. He kept mentioning plans he had only he wasn't telling a single one of us what they were.
"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 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 casually shrugged, leaving me to ponder whether his silence stemmed from an inability or a deliberate decision to withhold an answer to my persistent question. As I stared straight ahead, my smile slowly faded, overwhelmed by the depth of his silence. At that very moment, I was faced with a significant choice - to be honest or not.
Klaus smoothly removed his sunglasses and effortlessly stowed them in the visor above his head.
I shut my eyes and directed my attention to my own breath, sensing my heart pounding forcefully against my rib cage with an intensity I had never experienced before. After regaining consciousness, I mustered the courage to speak my mind.
"I'm a virgin." I confessed to him with unwavering resolve as I bared my soul.
I shifted my gaze towards Klaus, my attention fully captured. He took a brief pause, his gaze locking with mine. His lips curved into a knowing smile, exuding an air of sophistication as he calmly replied, "I know."
The realization 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 meet his gaze as I did.
"No love. I don't mind."
"I just, I didn't want to let you down-" I came to a halt, my sentence left unfinished.
The information I had gathered from Caroline and Elena about Klaus' past was truly captivating. Intertwining his heart and body with the noble ladies of esteemed lineage. It seems that he had a magnetic charm that entranced numerous women, smoothly moving from one intense encounter to another, without considering the repercussions of his behavior. His charisma, a marvel to behold, enchanted everyone he encountered. He possessed an undeniable charm, always genuine and authentic. He stayed true to himself, expressing his thoughts with a refreshing and rare honesty. He had a deep admiration for women, recognizing their inherent value and captivating allure. He clearly enjoyed the company of intellectually captivating women who impressed him with their ingenuity and unwavering determination to achieve greatness.
"So you don't mind…" I paused wetting my lips "You don't mind being with a…"
Effortlessly, Klaus skillfully maneuvered us into the closest available parking spot outside the busy Starbucks. The engine stopped its mechanical hum, Klaus easily unfastened his seatbelt. His hand reached out to mine, tenderly cradling it, before delicately brushing his lips against it. He gently kissed my hand, his eyes locked onto mine.
"I'd be honored to be your first, sweetheart" Klaus's assurance was everything I needed.
I felt an immense surge of happiness deep within me. He, in his noble essence, willingly took on the profound duty and esteemed privilege of becoming my first without any hesitation.
"Could we keep this between us?" I asked him next "It's just it's personal and-"
"I can keep a secret."
We had to be cautious to avoid arousing suspicion about our lifestyle. As Klaus and I stepped out of the car, we casually put on our sunglasses, keeping our true identities hidden from the curious onlookers. It would be best for everyone involved if we were seen out in public together as little as possible. After all to the public eye I was his tenant and not his wife. Caroline was his legal and public wife, now and forever.
After collecting our coffee order and some irresistible pastries, I headed back outside almost as quickly. During my journey back, I couldn't resist indulging in one of the mouthwatering pastries I had acquired.
Caroline Mikaelson
The morning sun bathed the kitchen in a gentle warmth, as I became fully absorbed in a whirlwind of tasks. Box after box, I meticulously unpacked, my hands moving with precision and resolve. Every appliance and necessity seemed to hold the potential for a fresh start, a captivating new chapter in my life. Every placement was carefully chosen to create a space where functionality and aesthetics harmoniously coexisted.
A gust of wind swept through as the front door opened and closed. The sound of Klaus and April's voices filled the air as they headed towards the kitchen. I stood dressed in my skinny jeans, their tight fit highlighting my body. A perfectly crisp white tank top, meticulously tucked into the waistband. My bare feet gently touched the cool tiles below, revealing a vibrant display of matte red toenails.
April gracefully entered the kitchen, her eyes filled with joy and excitement, as she gave me a sly wink and a charming smile. She carefully set a paper bag from Starbucks on the nearby counter, its contents shrouded in intrigue as a subtle aroma of cinnamon wafted through the air. She carefully gathered her hair and expertly styled it into a sleek bun, showcasing the graceful contour of her shoulders.
Klaus approached her from behind, his eyes hidden behind a stylish pair of sunglasses. He held four large Starbucks cups, their enticing aromas filling the air. He carefully positioned the items next to April's bag, his actions precise and intentional. He made his way towards me, his gaze fixed on mine. As our lips touched in a gentle kiss, bringing back memories of our first meeting just a day ago, I couldn't help but wonder if this would become a regular occurrence, a daily tradition for all of us.
It would help the spell.
April's gaze fixated on our intimate exchange, a faint smile playing on her lips. Her countenance remained free from any hint of envy, as her heart was pure and devoid of jealousy. Her eyes, seemingly fixed on Klaus, appeared to wander beyond him. Instead, it seemed to be fixated on my response to his gentle touch, as if she was eagerly searching for a reaction from me. Little did she know, a clandestine rendezvous had taken place earlier that day, where our lips had passionately intertwined in an uninhibited embrace. It was a hidden agreement, a promise we had made to protect. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that April, just like me, had chosen to embrace our new polygamous lifestyle with a mature mindset.
Klaus's eyes were fixed on me, and he smoothly moved his sunglasses to rest on 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 glanced over his shoulder, making sure that April was distracted. With a playful grin on his face, he fearlessly moved closer, his right hand delivering an enticing smack to my left buttock. It was an audacious response to my courage in confronting him about his dubious actions.
I watched Klaus as he skillfully collected two Starbucks cups, his actions intentional and exact. As he moved past me, his eyes locked onto the patio doors. He strolled through the interconnected backyards, his path guiding him towards Elena's house.
"Tell me you have something in that bag I can eat" I groaned, turning 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 awkward position, down on all fours in the sitting room. The floor, once spotless, was now covered in a variety of tools, each one necessary for the construction of my new coffee table. The icy blasts of the air conditioning system fought a losing battle against the ever-rising morning heat.
As the soft breeze rustled through the open patio door, I stayed motionless, anticipating Caroline's arrival as she had assured me. As I sought her help to decipher the instructions for assembly that were written in French. I let my hair fall gently down my cheek and let out a tired sigh as I mustered the energy to stand, gradually lifting myself up onto my knees and then onto my feet.
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 playful sparkle. Leaning in, he moved closer to me, surprising me with a sudden and unexpected kiss. As he abruptly pulled away, I was left grappling with the disorienting aftermath of yet another one of his unexpected kisses.
He doesn't want to kiss me. So why does he?
His silence was deafening as he turned away, disappearing up the staircase out of sight. I glanced over at the kitchen counter, tracing the route he had taken, only to discover a large Starbucks cup sitting there.
He seemed disinterested in my presence, barely acknowledging me, yet he unexpectedly kissed me once more, just like he had the day before. His lips never lingered, not even after his shared kiss with Caroline yesterday.
As soon as I heard the phone ringing upstairs, I knew I had to leave the house and head over to Caroline's to find some answers.
There was a sense of intrigue surrounding our new husband.
I can't call him that it's too soon.
Klaus Mikaelson
I was in the bathroom, diligently washing my hands, when the sound of my phone interrupted the tranquility of the bedroom I may be occupying with Elena later. I hadn't made any decisions about that yet. I explored the empty room, where only a double mattress and neatly arranged linens were present.
I carefully picked up my phone from where it lay on the window sill, my fingers lightly touching its cool surface. Yet, as I readied myself to respond, a sudden doubt crept in, causing me to momentarily hesitate. My attention was immediately drawn to the elegant couple making their way up the meandering path towards Caroline's residence.
The woman carried a bouquet of flowers. The man, on the other hand, tightly gripped a mysterious bottle, its contents unknown. It must have been one of our neighbors. I observed the backyard, where Elena was making her way towards Caroline's house in a hurry.
The neighbors were approaching a house where all three of them were gathered.
This isn't going to be good.
I quickly took off running.