Darkest Temptations

by Katrina-H-Creates

18PLUS Heavy Sexual Content. Caroline, Elena and April make a daring choice. They invite Klaus to participate in a pural marriage spell, hoping to escape their old lives. The spell creates a barrier, isolating them from friends and everything familiar. But freedom comes with unexpected consequences. As they settle into their new life, jealousy soon takes root.

5. Chapter 5

Darkest Temptations

Chapter Five: Heating Up

Elena Mikaelson

As Caroline and Klaus engaged in polite small talk with the new neighbors from Seattle, April and I remained hidden in the kitchen, within earshot of their conversation. The neighbors were completely convinced by the story of Klaus and Caroline, who appeared to be newlyweds and proud homeowners. Klaus fabricated a lie, claiming that he intended to whisk Caroline away on a romantic honeymoon in the coming month. As April stood beside me, filled with uncertainty about our neighbors' future actions, I couldn't help but be captivated by their conversation. Klaus mentioned his plans to acquire a company in the near future, but for now, he sounded satisfied with being the landlord of both my house and April's. The neighbors appeared to be convinced, as another resident also bought multiple properties for rental purposes. As I tried to leave the kitchen and approach them, April stopped me, seemingly reluctant to be left alone.

We had to exercise caution to avoid arousing suspicion from others. From an outsider's perspective, we were modern day polygamists and breaking the law. We were all we had. We had a responsibility to protect one another. There was no alternative. Our lives in Mystic Falls were gone forever. It felt as if just yesterday I had packed up my entire life into three large bags and two suitcases.

That was the night I began lying to Caroline and April. The truth was I reached out to Klaus that evening once we left from the forest. Once Jeremy fled I made my way upstairs to my bedroom and retrieved an old phone that I had held onto since before I crossed paths with Stefan, during the time when my parents were still with me. I charged it up and reached out to Klaus, informing him that I would require his help once we arrived at the location, and his help alone. He didn't respond that evening, and throughout our journey, I couldn't help but fret over whether he would be upset with me for reaching out to him. However, to my surprise, Klaus had received the text and promptly showed up at my house just ten minutes after we arrived. He had brought along something that I required. He stepped into my kitchen and promptly locked the door, ensuring our privacy. Klaus had brought me a blood bag that he had collected while on the road.

What he appeared to understand, unlike April and Caroline, was that I yearned for something more than just a fresh start. Klaus understood that I had endured a two-day car journey with a human, inhaling the fragrance of April and hearing the rhythmic flow of her blood in her veins. They were completely oblivious to Klaus's subtle positioning upon our arrival. As we stood talking outside of the houses, gazing at our new street, Klaus seemed to position himself strategically between April and me on multiple occasions. I couldn't determine if he had my best interests in mind or if he was shielding April from any harm I might cause.

Regardless, Klaus wasted no time in coming to my house to prevent any potential disruptions that could jeopardize our fresh start. He appeared resolute in his decision to keep our history from affecting anything related to Utah.

Once Klaus and Caroline were done dealing with the new neighbors, they both entered the kitchen together in no time at all. Klaus seemed absolutely livid, just like when he had first arrived. He was clearly upset with April and me for not helping Caroline with them. It would have been better if we had all just stayed hidden and out of sight.

Klaus stared at me intensely, his anger palpable as he contemplated his next action. His expression grew tense as he marched past me, demanding me to follow him. April apologized for her reaction when the doorbell rang. Caroline, however, glanced in my direction, equally taken aback by his insistence that I follow him. Did she actually feel envious that he preferred my company over hers? I couldn't quite determine whether it was jealousy or curiosity. Throughout our journey here, she consistently emphasized that being the first wife held no significance. It was merely a title and did not imply that she expected Klaus to have a different relationship with her. Why was she giving me that look all of a sudden? Wasn't it a bit premature for such a worried expression?

Could Caroline have possibly suspected that Klaus and I had become friends out of the blue? If she did then she clearly didn't know either of us very well.

Against my better judgment, I couldn't resist the urge to obediently follow behind him. I trailed behind him, quietly closing the sliding door behind us. With my gaze fixed on his back, we walked across the backyards towards my house...I mean...the house that was now ours.

Our house.

I trailed behind Klaus until we entered the kitchen. He quickly shifted to face me, closing the already narrow distance between us, causing my breath to catch in my chest. His arm gently grazed the side of my rib cage as I heard the distinct click of the door locking behind me. He had just locked us in, he also hadn't taken his eyes off me for a second whilst doing it.

As Klaus's arm brushed against my rib cage, there was a barely perceptible touch between us. It was unclear what his intention was in that moment, if it were to play games with me he was wasting his time, I wasn't about to waste my time on such inappropriate thoughts. He was taller than me, he towered over me in that moment, as he did with most girls I suppose. He definitely stood taller than April compared to Caroline when he kissed them, not that I had been particularly focused on that either. Why he believed that kissing us every day and night would somehow make things better was beyond my comprehension. But then again, deep down I sensed his dedication to preserving the spell and safeguarding us all. Being in his presence didn't bother me at all, regardless of whatever he was telling himself. I wasn't affected by his nearly flawless complexion or long lashes.

I'm not Caroline.

He stood above me, casting a shadow that seemed to engulf the room, a common occurrence with other girls, I imagine. He seemed to tower over April as he kissed her, not that I had been paying much attention to that. I couldn't understand why he thought that kissing us every day and night would somehow improve things. However, I couldn't help but feel his unwavering commitment to protecting the spell and ensuring our safety. His presence didn't faze me, no matter what he was convincing himself of. His appearance didn't have any impact on me, despite his flawless complexion and long lashes.

Klaus pulled himself from me, and for a fleeting moment, it appeared as if his gaze briefly flickered towards my chest. However, his action was executed with such precision and subtlety that I couldn't bring myself to confront him and risk becoming the target of his amusement. If he had looked, then why did he? Was he attempting to delve into my thoughts and gauge my ability to move on from Stefan and my entire life? If he believed for a moment that I hadn't been overwhelmed by guilt ever since I made the decision to leave Stefan, the person I loved deeply and considered my soul mate, then he was sorely mistaken.

I refused to be the source of his enjoyment, refusing to be a mere plaything for his entertainment as I crumbled. I was determined to start a new life here in Utah, leaving behind my past and embracing the exciting adventures that lay ahead. Being his wife would be a small part of this new chapter, now that the supernatural element of my life was finally behind me and Jeremy was out of danger. Klaus took a few steps back, moving with agonizing slowness, his gaze never once leaving mine. What was his intention? Testing my patience, perhaps? What gave him the audacity to stare at me so intensely?

During a fleeting moment of euphoria, my body was consumed by an indescribable sensation, as if a surge of warmth coursed through every fiber of my being. It was so captivating that I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, causing me to instinctively bite my lower lip in response to his intense gaze. Klaus, unsurprisingly, chose not to respond. He seemed oblivious to me, harboring nothing but disdain for my values and beliefs. He only found contentment in my misery, yet we were bound by a secret that surpassed our unconventional marriage. There was an underlying depth to this, a rawness that he seemed to have mastered far better than I had. He could control his craving, as I was still trying to adapt to mine.

I trailed behind him into the kitchen, watching his every move as he retrieved the fresh blood bag from the fridge. Klaus pivoted towards me, locking eyes with mine. In a split second, he raised the blood bag, clenching it between his front teeth, and shot towards me with lightning speed. My reflexes were no match for his rapid strike. Our gazes locked as he effortlessly lifted me up, placing me on the counter. He stood between my legs, a moment filled with unexpected anticipation. His gaze remained locked with mine as he skillfully tore open the top of the blood bag with his teeth. He was completely unaware of the profound effect this unexpected intimacy had on me. He had lifted me, Klaus had actually lifted me and in doing so, my heart had raced in response. He effortlessly lifted me as if it were second nature, as if my weight was inconsequential. It took me by surprise and left me unsure of how to react. Especially since he had stayed close to me, seemingly challenging me to assert my boundaries. I had the ability to accomplish this task effortlessly, and yet I refrained, opting instead to observe his actions.

Klaus held my gaze as he released the blood bag, smoothly passing it to me with his left hand. His right hand, confidently resting on his hip, emitted a comforting heat that permeated my jeans and touched my skin. Nevertheless, I remained determined to not let my body's reaction impact me. It was just a physical reaction to an unexpected and unfamiliar touch, without any significant implications.

"Inhale gently through your nose while taking small sips, each sip no longer than five seconds." His voice was captivating as he gave me instructions.

I closed my eyes and followed his instructions, focusing on my breathing. I could feel the gentle pulse of my veins beneath my closed eyelids as I took slow, deliberate breaths. The scent of blood no longer overwhelmed me as it had done before. Everything was so calm, a completely different world from Mystic Falls. It left me pondering whether the eerie nature of that town had intensified my hunger.

"Softly," Klaus murmured, his voice so hushed that my hand instinctively tightened around his "In and out" I instructed.

From the moment I first met Klaus, I harbored doubts about the kind of person he was. I couldn't help but draw comparisons between him and Elijah on multiple occasions. I often found myself pondering how two brothers could possess such contrasting personalities and lifestyles. The question of nature versus nurture also came into play, perhaps Mikael's determined campaign had shaped Klaus into the relentless and short-tempered man he is today. Indeed, Elijah had endured his father's cruelty, though not to the extent that Klaus had. Elijah shared with me the remarkable transformation of Klaus throughout the years. When he was a boy he would selflessly shield his sibling from the harshness of the night, ensuring their survival during the winter. Upon reflection, it occurred to me that Klaus and I shared something in common. Our parents, despite our perceptions, turned out to be quite different from what we had imagined.

It seemed that we had both reached a point where our parents' opinions no longer held any significance. I had an unwavering love for my parents, and that love would endure. However, if they chose to harbor resentment towards me for the decisions I had made - such as falling in love with a vampire and relocating to Utah - then that was a burden they would have to bear, not me. However, I couldn't ignore the harsh truth that our loved ones back home were frantically searching for us, and the mere thought of it was enough to shatter my heart. Whenever Klaus and I were alone since coming here, my mind would always drift back to them. I don't understand why, maybe I wasn't prepared to embrace the joy of our escape, so instead I tormented myself by recalling the harsh truth of their suffering.

Being around Klaus served as a constant reminder of the anguish they felt. That was the harsh reality, and I couldn't find happiness with him around. Our happiness came at the expense of my friend's lives, and that was morally wrong.

I deeply regret my previous belief that I could successfully leave behind my past and embark on a fresh journey. I felt a deep sense of guilt for believing I could sustain a polygamist lifestyle. I knew I was failing Caroline and April, although they were too kind to acknowledge it. They deserved happiness, having fought so hard to reach this point. Yet, I couldn't help but feel like I was the one responsible for ruining everything. If it all crumbles around us, I'll have no one to blame but myself.

I strongly believe that's the reason why Klaus refused to make eye contact with me or even engage in conversation at times. He could sense my inner turmoil, yet I maintained a cheerful facade to spare the feelings of those in my presence. He didn't harbor any anger towards me for being a potential threat to their newfound lives in this place. Instead, his fury stemmed from the fact that even after embarking on a journey spanning over two thousand miles and leaving behind my old life in Mystic Falls, I remained that same innocent girl he had encountered initially. Suppressing my feelings and dedicating myself to the well-being of others.

We both understood that our connection was not strong enough for a successful relationship. Klaus and I were never meant to be married. We were never meant to be together and there was no denying that fact. I could sense his emotions towards Caroline, witnessing their enchanting dance at the Mikaelson ball that night. He gazed at her with a profound intensity, as if she held the entire universe within her. He twirled her around the dance floor, their movements harmonious and enchanting, as if they were characters in a captivating love story, destined to be together.

He had no affection for me. He could never gaze upon me with the same intensity as he did with her. Surprisingly, he had agreed to the spell, and as a result, the barrier had formed around all of us. It was a testament to the unexpected trust that had developed between Klaus and me. Caroline and April were unaware of what was happening, but when the barrier surrounded us, I gripped Klaus's hand tightly, my nails digging in so deeply that I might have drawn blood. Klaus and I were aware of the barrier that had emerged, as we had experienced a unique moment that remained a secret between the two of us. Even in this moment, being in his presence, I could sense it enveloping me. I felt a sense of security, a feeling of belonging, and it deeply saddened me.

As I savored the final drops of blood from the bag, I suddenly felt Klaus's touch fade away, causing me to instinctively open my eyes. He had disappeared, and I immediately noticed that the black jacket he had left on the counter to my right had vanished as well. I had the patio door slam shut. He seemed more than eager to distance himself from my presence as quickly as possible.

He didn't want to be alone with me. He didn't like me. He would never love me.

And this was only just the beginning.

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Klaus Mikaelson

I firmly closed the patio door, its loud impact reverberating in the air, as if it could break the fragile glass pane. I was consumed by an intense rage, a storm of anger provoked by the recent events that had transpired. My jaw clenched tightly, mirroring the seething anger that consumed me. I clenched my teeth tightly, feeling the overwhelming surge of anger coursing through me. We had barely spent two days in Utah, and already we were facing major challenges.

They looked like a deer in the headlights over a few neighbors…

Their careless attitude towards discipline and their negligence in protecting our valuable secret had sparked a strong reaction in me. I refuse to give them the pleasure of dwelling on the past.

At that moment, I felt a strong desire for solitude, longing to separate myself from their company for a few hours, if not the entire day.

I walked with a sense of purpose, my arms steady, my body tense, a deliberate reminder of the responsibility they had placed on me due to their own inadequacies. As the morning dawned, I was already caught up in the complexities of Elena's debut on the schedule, being tasked with protecting April's reputation, and frustrated by Caroline's blatant disregard for our new wellbeing. I discovered that I was not adequately equipped to handle the enormous task of preserving and safeguarding the welfare of those in my care. I wasn't quite ready to take on the responsibilities of being a husband and embracing the everyday routines of married life.

Upon reflection, I realized that I could no longer imagine a future where I would willingly take on the responsibilities and commitments of a husband.

Elena's face was filled with a deep sense of bitterness and resentment, rendering her unable to express herself beyond a few brief sentences. As her self-imposed guilt trip loomed, my patience began to dwindle.

So I had left.

It was clear that April hadn't slept at all, as she eagerly drank two large cups of coffee during the car ride back to the houses. Her perpetual restlessness, always in motion, mirrored her profound struggle to comprehend the immense weight of her grief for her father. The sudden rush of Caroline's emotions towards me earlier today had left me feeling excited and eager for what's to come. Her kiss left me utterly perplexed and disoriented, as I struggled to comprehend the profound implications it carried. Now she was unpacking, trying to distract herself from reflecting on her actions.

I quickly grabbed my phone and coat, my mind consumed by a sudden desire to escape before any more drama unfolded. I made my way towards the front door, yearning for the simple pleasure of getting into my car and hitting the road. I wasn't ready to embrace the complexities of this unfamiliar existence, one that required me to engage in conversations with neighbors, handle the mundane chore of taking out the garbage, or even the simple task of setting the table for dinner.

I was captivated by the enchanting narrative, caught up in the complex world of a polygamist, unable to bear the pain that was evident in Caroline's eyes that fateful evening. I was completely engrossed by the concept of being involved with three women at once, without any feelings of jealousy getting in the way. I had entered into my marriages with dishonest intentions, and now I was facing the unavoidable repercussions of my choices.

I had to leave immediately. Their friends would welcome them back with open arms, regardless of the choices they had made. I failed to live up to the expectations of those who loved me.

I refrained from revving the engine of my Range Rover, although I couldn't help but tightly grip the steering wheel afterwards. I couldn't tear my eyes away from Caroline's front window. Discovering April there alone, unaware of the harsh truth that we would never see each other again after today. I couldn't help but feel the weight of my mistake as I took on the immense responsibility of being her first lover. In her vulnerable state, she was not ready to delve into the realm of sex, and I, was completely unprepared to handle the immense sensitivity that such a significant moment required.

Watching April from the car, my eyes were drawn to her captivating gestures as she gracefully tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. I watched intently, as her gentle hands elegantly touched the windowsill, evoking a sense of excitement within me. I couldn't help but be captivated by the enticing curves of her figure, accentuated by the delicate fabric of her blouse.

If she had even the slightest idea of the captivating impact her presence was having on me in this very moment, I was confident it would elicit a warm blush on her delicate complexion. Her allure would have held me spellbound, regardless of her level of innocence. Her sexy allure had already captured my senses, even back in the forest in Mystic Falls. From the moment I hit the road that night, Caroline consumed my thoughts entirely.

I watched closely as April gently placed her hand against the window again, her captivating gaze fixed on mine. It seemed as though she could sense my longing to leave, yet she unknowingly drew me so naturally.

The truth was that all three of them excited me deeply, to the point where I couldn't even wait until I got home that night in Mystic Falls before I had to take care of myself. Just minutes after leaving them in the forest, I pulled over on the side of the road. My mind was captivated by vivid fantasies, envisioning their alluring figures illuminated by the flickering firelight. The flames flickered across their shimmering skin, causing beads of perspiration to trickle down into the curves of their body.

Regrettably, it wasn't a compelling enough reason for me to remain in Utah.

I couldn't help but sneak quick glances at April while I skillfully navigated my way out of the driveway.

As I sped down the street, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration and freedom. If I had decided to remain, my thoughts would have devised an intriguing scheme to captivate one of them within the week. And I couldn't bear to do that to them.

They definitely didn't have me on their side.

I couldn't be a polygamist. I couldn't even be a husband.

Not one they deserved.

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Caroline Mikaelson

I moved from the kitchen to the sitting room in search of a pair of scissors that seemed to be playing a game of hide-and-seek with me. However, as I set out on my quest, an unforeseen presence halted my advancement. April stood with her back to the large front window. Her eyes, once full of life, now seemed hollow, and her face held a mysterious expression that immediately made me question if something was amiss.

Elena and I had warned her about Klaus' volatile temperament, but I wondered if she truly understood the seriousness of his rage. She had just experienced his intense anger for the first time, and the aftermath of that encounter had a lasting impact on her.

"Are you okay?"

"I just can't believe we're having problems so soon."

April looked up, her eyes locking with mine in a quick movement. The expression on her face was undeniably filled with astonishment. She was anticipating to see me destroyed and broken by his outburst, but to her astonishment, I stood before her unharmed, maintaining my calm demeanor.

"I just don't get how you're keeping it together so well."

"I believe," I whispered, my voice fading away as I moved closer to her, "that we each respond in our own unique ways to change. And at this moment, you are facing more challenges than all of us combined." I asserted, crossing my arms over my chest as I positioned myself directly in front of her. "So whatever you're feeling right now, don't suppress it," I encouraged.

April let out a deep sigh, her eyes reflecting a blend of vulnerability and resolve, as if silently begging for empathy. "I can't stand the thought of anyone of you guys thinking I'm here because of my grief," she admitted, her voice carrying a touch of desperation. She softly shook her head, her gaze brimming with a poignant sadness. "Though it pains me to say it, I'm managing okay," she whispered, her voice tinged with a touch of sadness.

I embraced her tightly, and in return, April wrapped her arms around me with equal enthusiasm. In that brief moment, I felt an unwavering certainty about my choice to become the first wife. It was as if I had always been destined to shoulder the responsibility of caring for the three of us, shielding us from the outside world.

Later, April returned to her own house.

As I gazed at the vacant driveway, a wave of unease washed over me. April couldn't help but feel a sense of unease in his absence, which was evident in her worried expression. At that very moment, all the pieces of the puzzle were finally coming together. As I contemplated the situation, a lingering question emerged within me: Did Elena know he was gone? She hadn't come back over after they both left together.

Anxious about his prolonged absence, I hurriedly ascended the stairs, my heart racing in my chest. As I stepped into the master bedroom, my gaze swept across the room. There, I spotted his luggage, perfectly placed and undisturbed.

Klaus's behavior towards us was completely uncalled for. The way he spoke to us and the way he looked at all three of us was completely inappropriate and reeked of favoritism since the first hour we got here. Nevertheless, it would be unfair to not expect a different reaction from him considering what we've done. Klaus's frustration was completely understandable, as we found ourselves nearly frozen in the face of urgency, unable to act when it was crucial. He had given us clear instructions on how to handle any unwanted visits from the neighbors. Unfortunately, we failed to carry out all of these necessary precautions.

Lost in the task before me, I devoted more than an hour to carefully unpacking the remaining kitchen items. The second sitting room was filled with neatly folded boxes and carefully arranged bags of protective packaging materials, creating a cluttered space.

I attempted to call him several times but he didn't answer. Until he finally shut his phone off.

I was doing my utmost to concentrate on the tasks at hand, but the unsettling thought of his possible departure burdened me greatly. Despite having caller ID and knowing it was me trying to reach him, he chose to ignore my call, which was completely out of character for him.

After finishing my work in the kitchen, I witnessed a sight that perfectly embodied my deepest desires. The counter surfaces were arranged with meticulous attention to detail, creating an atmosphere of refined elegance, free from any superfluous distractions. Instead, they were embellished with state-of-the-art culinary technology, perfectly suited for a new home.

The carefully designed cabinets, featuring exquisite glass panels, proudly displayed the luxurious assortment of freshly polished crystal glasses that I had thoughtfully chosen. Next to the gleaming stove, there was another set of cabinets that held a collection of high-quality pots and pans. Their polished surfaces sparkled and caught the light, creating a captivating display.

A loud knock at the front door startled me, prompting me to tightly shut my eyes. I suddenly realized that, once again, I had forgotten to close the blinds and secure the doors. I moved from the kitchen all the way to the peep hole, a tiny portal through which I could observe. As I gazed into its clear lens, an enigmatic figure dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit appeared in front of me, holding a clipboard.

"Mrs Mikaelson?"

He was the first person to refer to me using my married name.

The man confidently extended his hand, introducing himself as Michael Jefferson. He was a senior security engineer from Jefferson Secure, a highly respected security firm in the state. He had received proper notification, after exchanging several messages with Klaus, that I could potentially be alone in the house that morning upon their arrival. As a result, he was given the duty of making a proper introduction before they began their work.

At that moment, my eyes were drawn to the street, where two significant vans with the Jefferson Secure logo caught my eye. A group of people, their intentions concealed, carefully unloaded a variety of floodlights and mysterious equipment from their vehicles. Michael explained the reasons behind Klaus's choice to use the fast delivery service for the valuable platinum package, providing a logical explanation for their unexpected arrival at such an early hour.

He proceeded to assure me with great confidence that Klaus' emails had detailed all the necessary information regarding the works, measurements, and locations. Armed with this understanding, there was no reason for me to worry. I was motivated to continue with my day as they diligently performed their tasks. Before leaving to join his team nearby, Michael kindly provided me with a detailed list of the tasks that would be completed by the end of the day for all three properties in question.

I was completely taken aback when I found out that Klaus had hired security specialists on his very first day in Utah. Little did we know, he had meticulously prepared a set of measures to protect us, probably spending a significant amount to ensure their swift implementation, all with the intention of ensuring our peaceful sleep at night.

As I was about to shut the door, an intriguing sight caught my eye. With a thunderous roar, a UBS truck pulled up in front of Elena's house. Stepping out of its metallic confines, a vibrant young woman, dressed in the elegant attire of the prestigious company, gracefully appeared on the pavement. With elegance and tenacity, she retrieved two enigmatic charcoal grey packages from the depths of the truck, all while tightly holding a clipboard in her other hand. She turned towards Elena's house and made her way up the pathway. My eyes locked onto the captivating scene that was unfolding before us. Elena cautiously opened the door, carefully accepting the parcel and signing the paperwork with deliberate precision.

As I watched Elena's sophisticated movements as she brought the package into her house, my attention quickly shifted from her to the UBS employee, who chose not to return to her vehicle but instead headed towards my house. As luck would have it, the mysterious second package happened to be for me. As I glanced at the address label, the script revealed the recipient's name: Mrs. Caroline Mikaelson.

With great significance, I grasped the pen and carefully wrote on the paper the name that would symbolize the next chapter of my life, Mrs. Mikaelson.

Without much thought for the security team about to begin their secret tasks around my home, I quickly closed the front door without locking it. I eagerly focused my attention on the enigmatic package I held tightly in my hands. With utmost care, I made my way to the staircase behind me. Taking a seat, I set aside the information provided by Michael and eagerly began to unwrap the package.

Inside the mysterious package, I came across a dark binder. I discovered an envelope resting on top, demanding my immediate attention. I gently broke the seal and began reading the words written inside.

The next update is scheduled for the first of next month.

"What is this update about?"

Fascinated by the enigmatic message, I carefully unraveled the binder, my interest aroused.

As I gazed upon the contents delicately tucked away in the binder, my eyes welled up with tears.

The binder held the captivating tales of my mother's journey since she left Mystic Falls. Photographs were taken of her, their lenses capturing her from a significant distance. Her appearance was a source of great relief for me, as she seemed to be in excellent health, radiating a sense of vitality and frequently wearing a smile. The images of her entering the house that served as her sanctuary in Maine exceeded all of my expectations. Tucked away behind the carefully taken photographs of her, rested a compilation of her recently crafted identifications - a collection that included her driver's license, passport, birth certificate, and even medical records. Emotion overwhelmed me as I discovered the newly created bank account, with her name on it. I was completely taken aback when I discovered that a staggering amount of five million dollars had been intricately transferred into her savings account, perfectly aligning with the night Klaus and I tied the knot. He had pledged to take care of her, and he had kept his promise. She discovered peace and a sense of safety in the serene surroundings of Maine, equipped with the means to support herself indefinitely.

I found myself tightly clutching the binder against my chest, overwhelmed with emotion. I couldn't hold back my tears, my voice choked up as I whispered my gratitude over and over. I had no choice but to succumb to the torrent of tears that consumed me.

The motives behind Klaus' actions remained mysterious, leaving me to contemplate whether his intentions were driven by sympathy, integrity, or personal desires. Despite everything, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of appreciation.

The fresh, invigorating air of Utah embraced my senses, filling my lungs with a sense of purity that seemed to purify my very being. Although I have been incredibly happy since arriving here, there has been one particular issue that has been weighing on my mind. As I realized she was truly out of harm's way, a wave of relief flooded through me, as if a weight had been effortlessly lifted from my tired shoulders.

As I gently wiped away the tears forming in my eyes, my attention was pulled downwards to the paperwork that Michael had given me earlier. I gently placed the binder on my lap, making sure everything inside was securely closed. I smoothly retrieved the carefully outlined details of the esteemed Platinum plan, along with the intricately crafted plans by Klaus in his emails to Michael.

The luxurious platinum package, carefully crafted by Jefferson Secure, represented the highest level of quality in their prestigious range of corporate services. By the end of today, they would successfully completed the listing for all three properties.

The installation of home alarm systems would be carried out with great attention to detail, guaranteeing the highest level of security and peace of mind within the houses. Strategically placed panic alarms in every bedroom, kitchen, and front door provide a reliable defense against any potential threats that may arise. The installation of flood lights on both the northern and southern faces of each of the three properties would be done with great attention to detail. Installing CCTV in the peepholes of all three properties would be a smart way to carefully monitor any external activities and visits. The changing of locks on the front and back doors of each of the three properties.

A strategic partnership was established with Lerkins Enterprises, a respected local construction firm, in collaboration with Jefferson Secure. A stunning wooden fence, gracefully stretching across the entire span of three adjacent backyards would be completed today. This clever solution not only maintained the connection between the yards, but also added a beautiful exterior elm fence, ensuring privacy and preventing any unwanted onlookers from observing the interactions between the houses.

In a nutshell, the three backyards would stay level, with a fence encircling all three houses to ensure our safety and keep unwanted visitors at bay.

To avoid detection by the men from Jefferson Secure, I decided to send text messages to both April and Elena instead of visiting their houses. I wanted to ensure that there would be no cause for concern when the hardworking employees from Jefferson Secure began their work in all three houses by providing all the necessary information.

April promptly replied, but despite Elena acknowledging the message, she chose not to reply.

Once I carefully stowed away all the information I had gathered in one of my luggage cases, I soon realized that the men of Jefferson Secure were all remarkably friendly and had a consistently positive outlook. Every person seemed to find great joy in protecting homes, as if it gave them a deep sense of purpose and satisfaction. I glanced out the window and noticed Elena and April chatting with their employees in their respective backyards. Their engaged nods indicated a sincere fascination with the topics at hand.

I made yet another desperate attempt to contact Klaus, my heart racing the entire time, only to discover that his phone was still turned off. I had no intention of leaving him a voicemail, as I doubted he would bother listening to it.

"Where are you?" I murmured gently.

Throughout the day, I dedicated myself to the task of assembling the shelf cabinets that would hold our growing collection of bulk items and treasured holiday ornaments. Time appeared to elude me, providing a welcome escape from the relentless anguish of pondering Klaus' whereabouts.

That afternoon, Elena April and I maintained discreet communication via text messages, ensuring that our conversations went unnoticed by the vigilant workmen nearby. Elena carefully organized her brand new kitchenware, while April grappled with the complex inner workings of her television, determined to conquer its stubbornness. April was the one who had the courage to break the silence and ask if there was any news from Klaus.

Jefferson Secure and his dedicated team from Lerkins Enterprises successfully completed their meticulous work. I received a temporary code for my new alarm system, along with the keys to all the locks on the doors and windows.

It started raining an hour after they left. In the midst of a multitude of boxes, eagerly waiting to reveal their contents, I found myself lacking the drive to unpack. I stared wistfully through the glass, my gaze locked on the glowing windows of Elena and April's houses.

I made up my mind to visit Elena's house, eager for a long-awaited conversation where we could explore the difficulties of our relocation and the profound connection we both have with Klaus.

With only my jacket shielding me from the pouring rain, I held it over my head and hurried through the neighboring yards towards her welcoming patio doors. Luck was on my side as the doors were unlocked, allowing me to enter. I softly shut the doors behind me, isolating us from the outside world. Elena stood behind me in the kitchen, fully absorbed in the challenging task of unpacking her many boxes.

She greeted me warmly, her smile radiating as I took a seat on one of the classy stools by the counter. I carefully set my jacket aside. I gaze upon the objects gracing the different countertops, discovering only the most exquisite brands. I could easily discern that Klaus was the mastermind behind these specific purchases. It was known to me that Elena's cooking skills were lacking, making it highly unlikely that she was the one responsible.

I was about to speak, but I suddenly stopped, my eyes locked onto a binder that looked remarkably similar, sitting on the countertop across from me. Elena's eyes followed the direction of my gaze, lingering on the binder, and then shifting back to me.

"I received it earlier today. It's-"

"Its about Jeremy"

Elena's brow furrowed. "Yeah, how did you know that?"

"I got the same thing but about my mom"

"Wait, you did?"

"I did."

Elena carefully held the blender in her hands, placing it on the countertop with grace. She effortlessly moved across the kitchen, taking her place on the opposite side of the counter.

"Is she okay?"

I nodded, feeling the tears welling up, desperate to escape from my eyes.

"…It seems she's doing exceptionally well. Her new IDs are absolutely stunning and I can't think of a more perfect place for her. It's clear she'll be happy there"

Elena let out a deep sigh of relief, and we both briefly held each other's hands before letting go.

"What about Jeremy?" I asked.

Elena's lips curled into a subtle smile, a gentle reaction to my question, and in the depths of her eyes, a spark of radiance appeared, a light that had been missing since we departed Mystic Falls.

"He's doing great I can't believe it. He got an apartment and even treated himself to a fresh haircut. Additionally, there are captivating photographs of him exploring community colleges."

"Elena, that's just incredible! It's so good."

"I know," she agreed with a warm smile.

I looked down at my intertwined fingers, gently placed on the sleek countertop, and asked in a soft voice, "Did you find any bank-related documents?"

"Yeah, there was."

Our eyes met, her voice tinged with uncertainty "But I don't know how I feel about it. I wasn't expecting Klaus to do something like this and I don't know what his intensions are by giving Jeremy that money."

I took a deep breath before mustering the courage to inquire about the precise amount.

Elena's eyes shifted downward as she replied, "Ten million dollars."

Ten million dollars to an individual whom Klaus had encountered on only a few occasions, an individual to whom he did not owe any obligation to. A sum of ten million dollars was to be given to someone Klaus had only met a few times, someone he had no obligations towards. I could say the same thing about the kindness he had shown towards my mom. I could see the reasoning behind giving Jeremy more. After all, he was young and had his whole life ahead of him. It just seemed like the logical choice.

Elena stood before me, her words trapped within her, mirroring the storm raging inside her. I felt a deep connection with her silence, understanding the significance of her unexpressed thoughts. She had reservations about the true motives behind his seemingly kind gestures, leaving his intentions open to speculation. Elena and I were not naive, as we both recognized that Klaus had deliberately done this to tempt us.

"I'm not sure what to make of it either," I admitted.

"So he did the same for you?"

"No, it's 'for her'," I corrected. "For my mom. Not me."

"Can we-" Elena hesitated, taking a brief moment to compose herself "Can we at least be honest with each other?"

I maintained eye contact with her briefly before giving a nod of agreement. "Alright," I responded.

Elena let out a frustrated sigh and started tapping her nails on the kitchen counter.

"Did he do this to sleep with us?"

"I really don't know." I answered immediately and wide eyed.

"You really mean that?"

"I do," I said, my gaze unwavering as it locked with hers, each syllable imbued with the weight of my sincerity.

Elena, turned around and resumed her unpacking, perhaps in an attempt to distract herself from the ongoing conversation.

"I'm not going to sit here and pretend I know how his mind works. And I'm not going to lie and pretend I don't know the man he is. I think we both know what he thinks when he looks at the three of us."

Elena nodded her head as she delicately removed the protective shrink wrap encasing the exquisite glass vase.

"But what I'm holding onto is the reality of our circumstances."

Elena paused in her task to look across at me then.

"If all he wanted to do was to sleep with us then he could have compelled us into believing we wanted to be with him. But instead he chose this life with us."

Elena's steadfast gaze remained locked with mine, as I pressed on.

"He said yes when he could have very easily said no. We left everything behind that was precious to us. And we're not going to pretend to be monsters and act like he didn't do the same thing. Back in Mystic Falls there will be items from his childhood that he'll never see again, drawings of his family, cherished artifacts never to be seen, touched or smelt again"

I watched as the faint glimmer of tears began to pool in Elena's eyes, then.

"I'm sure he didn't marry us with the greatest intensions. He's still Klaus through and through and nothing and no one will ever change him." I said, my voice hushed and delicate, for it was a moment of deeply emotional moment for both of us.

"None of us entered into this for selfless reasons. We're each getting something out of this new life that we could never have gotten back home. The chance to be the very best versions of ourselves, free from the judgment of those who think they know who we're supposed to be instead of who we were always meant to be."

I watched the tears cascading down Elena's delicate cheeks, yet her steadfast stare remained fixed upon mine as I continued.

"I know you miss them. I can see you are suffering and it breaks my heart. But I'm going to tell you what you need to hear and I need you to listen to me."

Elena sniffled in response but her eyes remained fixed on mine.

"We did what we had to do." I declared resolutely, my unwavering gaze unbroken, my voice steeped in gravity.

After a beat Elena began to nod her head in agreement.

"They saved our lives again and again. But that doesn't mean that we owe them our entire lives. For as much as they saved us, we saved them right back. We were dedicated to our friendships for years and we were right by their sides in the same life and death situations."

My own eyes threatening tears then as I said "We'll never forgive ourselves for what we did that night. We'll carry it forever, we'll recall it every time we find ourselves smiling without reason, when our heads find the softest part of the pillow and on even on the day we finally have babies."

Tears escaping my eyes then.

"I just, I don't know how to do this" Elena confessed

"None of us do." I said before wiping my cheeks

Elena delicately brushed away the tears that had cascaded down her cheeks, she returned to the same spot as before, standing before me again.

"They say the first year of marriage is the hardest, but I think it's the first forty eight hours when you're a polygamist."

Elena sniffled and nodded in agreement on that one.

Her eyes, glistening with tears, locked onto mine, and with a burdened heart, she revealed, "The first hour we were here, I thought I might lose it"

"Me too" I confessed as a single tear escaped down my cheek

"I don't know how April is keeping it together so well."

"She didn't have anything to leave behind, Elena. The only stuff in her luggage would have been stuff she had in her room at boarding school. Her childhood went up in flames. She isn't carrying the burden of what she left behind, she's carrying the burden of what comes next for her."

Elena effortlessly retrieved a roll of kitchen roll from the nearest box, gently tearing off a few fresh sheets for our tear-stained eyes.

"I just figured Klaus liked how well she was dealing with things since he asked her to go into town with him this morning."

"I was wondering about that too. I just figured she asked to tag along."

"No it was him."

"I wonder what the two of them had to say to each other before morning coffee."

"Yeah it's quite a mystery"

I watched Elena as she meticulously folded and unfolded the delicate tissue in her hands, her silence speaking volumes in that moment.

"I didn't sleep with him" I confessed the answer to the unasked question heavy in her mind. "I didn't ask."

"No you didn't have to."

Elena's gaze met mine, and in that moment, I discerned that she meant no offence. She would not have cast any judgment upon me, even if I had chosen to sleep with Klaus. For she possessed a rare quality, an innate curiosity, a trait I could not find fault with.

"Did you sleep in the same bed?"

"Yeah." I answered after a beat.

Again Elena lowered her gaze before she spoke again "Do you think he expects to share mine?"

"I don't think any of us will know what his expectations are. I can't imagine what he's thinking most of the time. Especially now."

---

Elena Mikaelson

I didn't have the energy to stay awake after Caroline left after eleven that night. Having meticulously ensured that every door and window downstairs were securely locked, I headed up, my footsteps echoing through the empty house. I made my way into my room and flicked the switch of the small table lamp resting on the floor near the doorway, and instantly, a soft radiance enveloped the room, casting a tender embrace of warmth upon the eggshell-painted walls. I made my way around the room shutting over the blinds to block out the early morning light as I wanted to try and sleep past seven. The first night had been a restless one, plagued by insomnia. I'd gone up and down the stairs a few times. In a futile attempt to calm my restless mind, I even embarked on the task of unpacking a few boxes in the sitting room. Unfortunately, my efforts proved fruitless, and I eventually resigned myself to bed to stare at the ceiling.

I found myself unable to cease the incessant thoughts of Stefan and the others back home. The mere contemplation of their suffering and ceaseless efforts to locate us, their distress over the possibility of our dreadful fate, and the impending realization that we would never return, caused a profound sickness to pain me. When all was said and done, it was for the best that they believed we had met our end. Witnessing the toll that the passing years had taken on Damon due to his unwavering devotion to Katherine, I simply could not subject them to such anguish.

I swiftly shed my clothes, carelessly discarding them into the corner of the room, a space that held the promise of one day accommodating my coveted laundry hamper. I dressed myself in a delicate pair of white daisy duke shorts, their fabric hugging my curves with a subtle charm. A black tank top, clinging to my form, completed my pjs. After dutifully tending to my teeth and thoroughly ridding my face of any trace of makeup, I gently descended upon the modest mattress ornamenting the floor of my new bedroom. I gently pulled the soft blankets up to cover my chest, my eyelids growing heavy as I longed for the embrace of sleep. Last night, I sought solace in the gentle glow of the illuminated room as I surrendered to sleep. Tonight, I find myself repeating this ritual, seeking the same sense of reassurance.

This morning, I awoke at the break of dawn, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. I gracefully stepped into the shower, allowing the warm water to cascade over my body, cleansing away the remnants of sleep. With great care, I lathered my hair, massaging the fragrant shampoo into my locks, ensuring every strand was thoroughly cleansed. When I opened the blinds to my bedroom, my eyes were instantly captivated by the presence of Klaus, positioned by the window of his house with Caroline, standing in the upstairs room which I could only surmise was shared with Caroline. He stood there, his gaze fixed upon the backyard, his bare chest on display for all to see. His dark boxers clung to his hips, teasingly revealing his perfectly sculpted abs, his chiselled physique, and his well-defined peak muscles. My lips parted ever so slightly as my eyes beheld the unexpected sight of him, a sight I had not anticipated after he spent a single night with her. A sinking feeling consumed my stomach as Klaus's gaze locked with mine. His brows furrowed and his jaw tightened upon noticing me there.

I had retreated from the window, consumed by a profound sense of humiliation and anxiety, pondering the potential repercussions of my actions on his part. To my astonishment, Klaus said nothing upon his arrival at my house, a mere hour later, discovering me in the midst of a conversation with April. In a fleeting moment, he appears to be embracing a newfound persona, embodying the very essence of the gentleman that Caroline professed he concealed within. Yet, in the very next breath, he treats me like his enemy.

I found myself unable to divert my attention towards the events of today or the prospects of tomorrow, for I had an abundance of captivating elements that commanded my unwavering focus in the present moment. Tonight marked the inception of my night with him.

All throughout the day, my mind was consumed with the notion that Caroline and Klaus slept together. If not a night of passion, then surely they had engaged in some form of physical connection. It was the sole justification for his shirtless state this morning. However, following our conversation this evening, a newfound understanding dawned upon me regarding the course of events that lay ahead. Caroline, in her enigmatic way, had always been adept at concealing her emotions, particularly when it concerned the enigmatic Klaus. And upon deeper reflection, I came to the realization that this was perfectly acceptable. I found myself gradually embracing the notion that their sentiments for each other were indeed authentic, recognizing that they had both endured enough time acting like they weren't. Initially, a wave of terror washed over me, my mind conjured images of their bodies intertwined, their souls forever entwined, and the repercussions that would inevitably follow. The mere thought of this possibility filled me with trepidation, for it would undoubtedly alter the delicate balance of shared marriages, forcing me to adapt and conform, lest I become the catalyst of ruin for all those involved.

But instead, nothing changed. We all went about our days as we were supposed to, as if nothing had been altered in the slightest. We resided within the confines of our individual homes, diligently unburdening ourselves of the weighty load of newly acquired household contraptions and a select few pieces of furniture. This was only the second day, and it was perfectly acceptable that we had not yet unravelled the intricacies of our situation. We had talked about this matter during our journey here, fully aware that the initial week would prove to be the most arduous. Should we encounter moments of uncertainty, it was unanimously agreed that inaction would be our wisest course of action. I found solace and contentment in the simple act of unpacking boxes today, grateful for the tranquillity it brought me.

My decision had been made, I wanted to be here. And now I knew that Jeremy was safe and well. I could begin to adapt to my new life with a more open mindset.

Several hours had passed, and I found myself no nearer to the blissful embrace of sleep. Instead, I made my way downstairs towards the kitchen to get a glass of water. I looked through the kitchen patio doors at April and Caroline's houses and found them in darkness, the two of them were already asleep, just like I should be. I carried my glass of water with me as I crossed into the sitting room, manoeuvring my way around all of the boxes and shrink wrapped chairs and sofas towards the stairs.

Upon my return to the confines of my room, I instinctively gravitated towards the window, yearning to cast my gaze upon the street below. As I stood there, a sense of tranquillity enveloped me, akin to the final sip of water that quenched my thirst. I gingerly drew aside the delicate blinds, my breath catching as I beheld Klaus's sleek car nestled within the confines of Caroline's driveway. We were determined not to arouse any suspicions among the neighbours. Caroline was his public wife, therefore making it impossible for him to park his car at my house or April's.

I stood by the window, my heart pounding in anticipation, waiting for him to emerge from the depths within. However, he did not. From afar, I saw Klaus, his figure perched upon the driver's seat. But he wasn't sitting inside or taking a phone call, Klaus had chosen to sleep in his car instead of sleeping under the same roof as me.

When he could have slept in another room or even downstairs, Klaus had chosen to sleep in his car instead.

I immediately ran across the room climbing over the top of my mattress. In one fluid motion, I reached down and retrieved the table lamp from its resting place on the floor, and shut it off.

Klaus, with his heart as cold as ice, refused to share a bed with me, as if my mere presence was an affront to his very existence. He couldn't even bear the thought of being under the same roof as me.

My delicate chin quivered as I sought solace beneath the comforting embrace of my warm blankets, drawing them up over my head to shield myself from the harshness of my new life. Contrary to the beliefs of April and Caroline, Klaus didn't harbour desires for me physically, as it turns out, Klaus didn't want me period.

I'd never felt so alone, so rejected and judged.

I might have been his second wife. But he didn't even give my feelings a second thought.

My day was over.

---

Caroline Mikaelson

As the soft morning light kissed my closed eyes, I slowly emerged from slumber at the peaceful hour of five. I felt a rush of excitement flow through me, filling me with an unexplainable energy that I wanted to hold onto, as if it were a priceless treasure, for the rest of the day. I had endured countless years trapped in the suffocating grip of a relentless fog that consumed every aspect of my existence. I longed for the return of this revitalizing energy. To feel a rush of anticipation for the upcoming day and to embrace a hopeful outlook for the countless opportunities it may bring. Instead of feeling anxious about the challenges that awaited me at the end of this journey.

I had risen, dressed, and showered before heading downstairs to switch on the lights and begin the day in a most promising fashion.

I cleared away the remaining boxes from the dining room, delicately moving them into the adjoining sitting room. I wanted to create a clean and organized dining area, April was correct, as it was crucial to assign a label to the essence of things. I had intended to thoroughly set up the dining room, making sure that every detail was perfect, so that Elena, April, and I could come together and begin our first ever wives' meeting. From the very beginning, I anticipated a certain level of discomfort. Our interactions were filled with uneasy moments, awkward silences, and a palpable tension in the air, as if there were unspoken thoughts and truths lingering between us. We needed to face the truth directly, delving into the complex web of our intertwined lives. We had entered into polygamy, a path that required our unwavering dedication and deep comprehension. As we fought with the burden of our newfound responsibilities as spouses and grown-ups, we had to come to terms with the impending transformation that awaited us, urging us to welcome its unavoidable advent.

I carefully set up the dining room table, which spanned the entire length of the room and was surrounded by a total of ten chairs. I delicately retrieved a charming wooden serving tray from the kitchen. Next, I gently held a pristine glass jug, which I filled with water. Finishing off this modest collection, I chose three sophisticated glasses. I hadn't considered the inclusion of drinks or snacks at any upcoming meetings. I anticipated that the initial meeting would be lengthy, but I expected the following ones to be much shorter, lasting no more than ten minutes. Over time, it became apparent that we would gradually increase our meeting frequency from twice a week to potentially meeting every day as our households expanded.

With a touch of class, I carefully placed the tray at the center of the table, imagining myself sitting in the head chair. In my imagination, I envisioned Elena and April sitting on opposite sides. I realized the need to stop pretending and face the heavy responsibility I willingly took on as the first wife. This didn't place me in a superior position, but rather emphasized the significance of ensuring that we were all in line and treated as equals. These meetings would give us the chance to divide responsibilities, everyday tasks such as picking up dry-cleaning and buying groceries. We would have the opportunity to discuss and come to an agreement on the schedule, as well as help each other out in any areas where we can, both as women and as Klaus's wives.

I reached out to Elena and April via text early that morning, inviting them to come over and, if they had one, to bring a notepad. I took my seat at the table, equipped with a fresh notepad, a sleek pen, and a subtle pink highlighter, all ready and waiting for the task ahead. In just one hour, I carefully made a comprehensive list of the most important topics that required our collective discussion, as there were many matters that needed our attention.

April made her presence known as soon as she entered the kitchen patio doors, exuding confidence as she walked towards me in the dining room. She gracefully settled into the chair beside me, placing a notepad adorned with daisies on its cover. The word "notepad" was beautifully engraved in a rose gold font, reflecting the light and bringing a sense of luxury. She wore a dark tank top that hugged her slender figure, paired with high-quality blue denim shorts. Her lustrous black hair flowed effortlessly this morning, with a delicate curl that added a touch of refinement to her overall look.

"Well look at you all bright eyed." I observed her vibrant countenance before me, an attest to her boundless energy.

"I stole some of Klaus's Starbucks" She divulged, before she pressed her finger against her lips, silently urging me to preserve her little secret.

How could she have stolen his Starbucks? It's not even nine yet. It's still Elena's day.

"Uhh, did you go into town together again?"

"Nope he came to my place to store, well not store but you know bring in the luggage he's gonna be keeping at my place."

"So is he coming over at nine to unpack?"

"He unpacked, well he hung up his suits in the closet and then he went out again."

"He's already at your place?"

"Yeah it's how I was able to steal his coffee."

"Where has he gone off to?"

"He said he had to pick something up, that's all he said."

"Yeah he's not much of a talker."

"Really? I hadn't realized that."

April's eyes locked with mine, a gentle smile gracing her lips. With a supple motion, she unfurled her notepad, revealing a pen nestled within the first few pages of it.

"Have you seen him this morning?" April asked me next.

"No."

"I thought he wanted to talk to you about something, he was looking over here earlier."

"Hmm" I murmured softly, my voice laced with a subtle attempt to conceal my burgeoning curiosity.

Neither Elena nor April were aware of the fact that Klaus and I had already engaged in a rather hot make out session, and it would remain that way. Klaus had initiated a daily custom of sorts, wherein he bestowed upon us the tender kiss each morning and every night. He did not impose physical intimacy, for these kisses were subtle and devoid of any underlying intentions. He was but demonstrating his desire to bestow upon us his tender kisses, for we, his wives, held meaning to him.

The kiss had consumed my thoughts incessantly ever since it happened. Most men possess an unfortunate lack of knowledge when it comes to the art of kissing, often veering towards extremes of excess or deficiency. Klaus, on the contrary, possessed an innate artistic prowess, a truth he was acutely aware of. Klaus possessed every justification to exude such unwavering self-assurance, for he was undeniably resplendent. A brief, exhilarating encounter with Klaus had left me feeling flushed, breathless and moist. He adamantly declined to release me once he bound me within his tender hold, rendering me diminutive in his embrace, yet simultaneously enveloped in an unwavering sense of protection and serenity. The first move had been made by me, thus the blame rested solely upon my own shoulders, not his. I merely yearned to ascertain whether he had pondered upon the matter since its occurrence, or if perchance my mind was entangled in an excessive web of contemplation.

"You look all official over there." April said

"I just wanted to be organized for the first one."

"Yeah we're going to have a lot to talk about."

"Yeah."

April's fingers lunged towards my torso, eager to unleash a torrent of tickles in response to my sarcastic remark. With a mischievous glint in my eyes, I skillfully evaded her nimble digits, easily dodging her relentless pursuit, ensuring that her nails never grazed my sensitive skin. A symphony of laughter erupted from both of us, a harmonious melody that echoed through the room.

We halted our movements, taking a moment to regain our composure, as Elena made her entrance into the room. Her eyes darted back and forth, capturing the moment as we distanced ourselves from one another. The corners of her lips, once adorned with a radiant smile, now diminished swiftly, as if a flicker of doubt had crept into her mind, as if she suspected that we had been engaged in a joke at her expense. She mustered a strained smile, gently occupying the vacant chair to my left. With a delicate touch, she arranged her notepad before her, accompanied by a black pen. She was wearing a pair of black jeans, and a lilac top with a gracefully curved neckline that embraced her form, accentuating her tight figure.

"You haven't missed a thing." I told her

Twenty minutes later and we had already accomplished a few tasks from my list, such as determining the precise day when we would embark on our long-awaited journey to the grocery store. We had to do this before we were all on a first name basis with the delivery guy. We, too, compiled a comprehensive inventory of necessary domestic restorations for each house, encompassing the faulty door handle at Elena's house and the ailing air conditioning contraption within April's.

"So it's still pretty hot at your place?" I inquired

"During the daytime it's okay because I can keep the doors and windows open."

"I'm sure Klaus will get it sorted after tonight" Elena said

I glanced over at April, and she returned my gaze with a bright smile. Tonight was her first night on the schedule with Klaus. In an effort to approach our newfound living arrangement with a sense of maturity, I resolved to pose the appropriate questions.

"Are you feeling alright about tonight?" I asked

"I guess so but we haven't really talked about it so there's not much to say."

"You two haven't discussed sleeping arrangements?" Elena asked, her tone tinged with a touch more curiosity than her usual conduct.

"No. Is that so hard to believe?" April asked with a shrug

"Well that's up to you guys. You'll figure it out" I hastened to her aid, attuned to April's subtle unease.

Desiring to move on to the next topic, I redirected my focus towards my list.

"Alright so, the schedule, next it will be me again, only this time followed by April again and then back to Elena." I explained, dutifully adhering to the carefully drafted schedules that I had meticulously charted upon the calendar for the forthcoming month.

I watched with keen interest as both of them diligently jotted down their notes on their individual pads.

"This schedule will take us to Friday and April I've written you down to take the first double night with Klaus. If that's alright obviously."

April nodded, her pen gliding across the paper as she diligently recorded all the dates.

"Then next Sunday I'll be taking my own double." I told them gaze upon the page as I read aloud the necessary dates "And then Elena, the weekend after that will be your double."

"Uh that's fine I guess." Elena said.

The resonating echo of the front door unlocking reached our ears, prompting me to discreetly motion to the girls to close their notepads. The wives meetings were going to be a sacred occasion, a time set apart exclusively for us, where our secrets and thoughts would be safeguarded within our intimate circle.

Klaus entered from the sitting room, donned in a fresh black suit and shirt, a sartorial choice that I had never seen him wearing before. His black tie boasted a genuine silver tie pin, meticulously polished to a mirror-like sheen, perfectly complementing his lustrous black leather dress shoes. He came to an abrupt halt, his steps ceasing as he beheld the sight of us together around the table. A fleeting instant seemed to pass where his gaze intersected with Elena's, only to swiftly shift towards me instead.

He quickly emerged from beneath the archway, his presence casting a captivating aura upon me. With a tender inclination, he leaned down, his lips gently meeting mine in a fleeting kiss. And then, with equal reverence, he bestowed the same affection upon April. In that brief instant, I noticed that April reciprocated his tender kiss, yet her response conveyed not much but a fleeting connection, devoid of any deeper significance.

He is just kissing his wife. Get on board.

From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Klaus gracefully maneuvering around my chair, his intentions clear as he leaned in to bestow a kiss upon Elena. Yet, to my surprise, it seemed that he deviated from his customary practice of kissing her on the lips, as he had done with April and me. Instead, it appeared that he chose to kiss her on the cheek instead. But it was difficult for me to know for sure as it occurred so quickly. When I looked to April she was sliding her pen into her notepad and hadn't noticed their kiss.

"Bad time love?" Klaus inquired, his tone laced with a subtle amusement, fully aware that he had interrupted our meeting.

Unbeknownst to Elena and April, Klaus's hand effortlessly found the nape of my bared neck, his gentle fingertips delicately caressing my skin and enticing me to react to his intimate contact.

"Did you need something?" I asked

"There is something we need to discuss, yes." Klaus said. "All of us. I mean."

I found myself utterly consumed by the sheer intensity of his touch, completely oblivious to Elena's gaze as it surreptitiously wandered towards him, only to hastily retreat back to its original position.

"We're in the middle of our meeting." April told him with a cheeky grin.

"I noticed, sweetheart. When you're done. But we do need to speak."

"What a-" My sentence came to an abrupt halt, my words left unfinished, as Klaus gave upon my hair a gentle yet undeniably gratifying tuck.

"What love?" Klaus asked

"I was just going to ask what issues need to be discussed."

"We'll talk later." Klaus uttered, his voice imbued with an intense resonance that meant solely to captivate me.

His hand gracefully departed from my neck, and I observed with bated breath as he turned to head in the direction of the kitchen. In a swift motion, that very same hand tenderly caressed April's upper arm and shoulder as he glided behind her chair. I watched as a delicate smile graced her lips, uncertain of how to respond to his brief caress and exhibition of intimacy.

An hour later I politely excused myself my heart yearning to seek out Klaus and talk to him about what kind of game he thought he could play with me. I made my way directly across the backyard to April's house. With a fluid motion, I slid open the patio door, as I stepped in, my eyes fell upon Klaus, who was in the midst of concluding a phone conversation. He then proceeded to slide his phone into the breast pocket of his suit, his gaze locked with mine as he did so.

"We're done" I explained

"Good"

"And I have the schedule for this week."

"I'm listening" Klaus uttered his words before effortlessly circumnavigating the length of the kitchen counter, his purposeful advances leading him to a position directly facing me.

The scent of his aftershave wafted through the air, captivating my senses and causing my heart to flutter with an inexplicable enthusiasm, only such a man could pull off such an intoxicating scent.

"Tomorrow it will go back to me, then April, then Elena and over the weekend, it will be April's first double night."

"I see" Klaus inquired, his hands gracefully finding solace within the confines of his trousers' front pockets. With a deliberate stride, he approached me, fully aware of the profound impact his mere presence had on both my mind and body.

"So I just wanted to say that-"

"Yes?" Klaus said, elongating each letter with an air of intensity.

"That we're ready…to talk."

Klaus's hand delicately supported my chin, his intense gaze locked with mine. I was consumed by a burning desire for him, yearning for his attention with a passion that matched the longing I experienced throughout the night without him by my side.

Klaus, with his expert touch, softly brushed his lips against mine, setting ablaze a fervent desire within my body. His lips then trailed down to my delicate neck, where he placed a series of tender, butterfly-like kisses along my neckline. As his tongue explored my skin, a rush of pleasure washed over me. With a firm grasp on my waist, he kept our bodies intimately intertwined. My hands instinctively glided up his strong arms, enveloping his neck, silently urging him to carry on with his captivating exploration.

I let out a passionate sigh, my voice filled with desire, as I gripped his strong shoulders tightly. With an intense desire, I pressed my chest against his, silently encouraging him to explore my trembling figure. My mind was consumed by passionate yearnings, unable to focus on anything else but the alluring sensations of his caress and the exhilarating anticipation of his next move. Despite my initial reservations, I succumbed to the undeniable temptation and delicately entwined my fingers with his, guiding his hand towards a realm of profound connection. I yearned for the electrifying sensation of his touch upon me. Klaus's gentle touch embraced my tender chest, evoking a special response from him, igniting a passionate longing within me, as his velvety lips sought mine once more. I let out a captivating sound, my lips parting eagerly, beckoning his tongue to explore the depths of my mouth.

I delicately rose onto the balls of my feet, silently craving his touch to grow more intense, and it pleasingly complied. Klaus's touch grew more intense, his grip tightening around my waist as he delicately caressed my hip. It sparked a fiery response that consumed me entirely. My lips reluctantly parted from his, yearning for a more profound bond. I slowly raised my hands to tenderly caress his captivating face, feeling the intensifying desire between us intensify. As if overcome by an intense desire, I instinctively allowed myself to be vulnerable, inviting his powerful thigh to rest between mine, creating a tantalizing pressure and rhythmic motion against my pulsating core, even through the barrier that separated us. The irresistible sensation compelled me to tilt my head back, baring my delicate neck to him once more. Klaus's lips gently brushed against the delicate skin of my neck, leaving a path of enticing kisses. He skillfully shifted his focus, delicately teasing my earlobe, causing a thrilling sensation to course through my body. His face softly caressed mine, igniting a fervent desire that stirred within me. Meanwhile, his hand confidently explored the curve of my left ass cheek, caressing it with a firm touch that elicited a pleasurable gasp from me. As I valiantly resisted the approaching wave of pleasure, my senses sharpened, intensifying the excitement coursing through my body.

With a captivating display of power, Klaus effortlessly lifted me up, his firm hold on my ass. As our bodies intertwined, our mouths met in a passionate embrace, igniting a powerful longing that enveloped us both. I couldn't resist succumbing to the draw of pressing myself against him, sensing the undeniable desire pulsating beneath the enticing fabric of his pants. Klaus emitted a guttural noise as he firmly placed his mouth on mine, his intensity apparent in the way his body responded to my calculated gestures. With a confident sway of my hips, I pressed myself against the strong contours of his lower abdomen, yearning for the imminent fulfillment of my desires. As I swayed my hips, I could sense his powerful and pulsating energy beneath our attire. A rush of intense delight washed over me as his impressive dimensions exceeded anything I had ever experienced before. Klaus tenderly brushed his lips against my lower lip, his hands entwined in my hair, gently guiding my head back with an alluring sense of authority. A gentle exhale slipped from my mouth as he ventured along my neck, his tongue expertly tracing complex patterns that left me feeling stimulated.

"Oh, yes," Klaus moaned, his lips hungrily pressed against mine, his hands firmly gripping my waist, guiding the rhythmic movement of my hips against his pulsating core. "Come for me, Caroline," he whispered in a seductive tone

In that moment, I couldn't suppress the overwhelming, electrifying sensation that coursed through me. I released a deep, primal sound, consumed by the feeling of our bodies intertwining, experiencing the intensity of his desire against me. It felt like his intense release set me ablaze, engulfing me entirely. I held him close, feeling the soft touch of my hair against my forehead, while playfully kissing his neck, sending vibrations of pleasure coursing through me, surpassing anything I had ever felt before. A surge of fierce sensations surged through my quivering form, causing an overpowering lift of ecstasy to consume me, resulting in a primal sound escaping from Klaus. With a passionate longing, he pulled me into his embrace, his irresistible aura setting my heart ablaze, a flame that could not be quenched. I found myself consumed, my body completely succumbing to the intense sensations that coursed through me, leaving me utterly defenseless. I had never fathomed the immense pleasure my body could encounter, so profoundly powerful, so unabashedly vulnerable and inherently captivating.

Klaus had given me an intensely captivating encounter, a sensation that coursed through my entire being, despite his skilled hands not yet venturing to unfasten my jeans.

As I regained my composure, a sudden realization washed over me, overwhelming my senses with the weight of our actions. And there I was, still held tightly in Klaus's powerful grasp.

He gently guided me down, my feet finding solid ground once again. Quickly, I averted my gaze from him, my attention now fixated on taming my unruly hair and tidying the disheveled fabric of my blouse. Behind me, I heard a subtle sound of his throat being cleared, accompanied by the delicate rustling of his belt being adjusted.

"We shouldn't have done that."

"The part where we stopped?"

"It's not my day" I reminded him

"We didn't plan it love, and I doubt it will be the last"

I whirled swiftly, my gaze locking onto him, as the constricting sensation persisted between my legs.

"This can't happen again. It's way too fast."

"You and I have waited long enough."

"We've only been here for three days."

Klaus advanced towards me, his hand gently resting upon the side of my neck. His touch elicited a response that left me utterly mute, as I felt the undeniable impact his skin had on my body.

"You and I have been in this longer than three days."

Though my heart longed to remain in his presence, to delve into the myriad of questions swirling within my mind, I recognized the pressing need to consider Elena and April. As much as this union was mine to cherish, I found myself compelled to contemplate their individuality.

"We should get back."

Klaus dared to part his lips, ready to voice his objections, but I swiftly intervened, halting his words by delicately prying his hand away from my neck. I turned and headed in the direction of the patio doors.

Klaus did not trail behind me as I crossed the expanse of the backyard, affording me the opportunity to diligently tend to my appearance. I harbored no desire to arouse any inkling of suspicion from Elena and April regarding the occurrence that had transpired during their absence. I hadn't been gone from my house for more than five minutes. They were well aware of my intention, which was to locate Klaus and inform him of the schedule for the week. Thus, I had thoroughly ensured that all my bases were covered.

My body remained in shambles, ravaged by the lingering effects of our passionate encounter. I would have to change my underwear and secretly suspected Klaus to be doing the same thing right now over at April's house.

As I made my way back to the dining room, a conversation between April and Elena caught my attention. Their voices, filled with intrigue, danced through the air as I settled back into my seat. Neither of them so much as blinked at the duration of my absence or about the fact I had returned alone.

April had asked me what I thought about her asking Klaus for a car. To which I responded that I had no idea.

Five minutes later, and Klaus finally made his way back to my house. I dutifully averted my eyes, ensuring they remained fixated on the ground, as he entered the room and settled himself in the prominent position at the head of the table, distancing himself from us. He gracefully lowered his elbows onto the table, delicately intertwining his fingers against the smooth surface. His intense gaze wandered, capturing our attention.

Suddenly I felt cold, as if he were about to tell us something that could change everything about our new lives together. Underneath the table, I entwined my fingers with fervour, bracing myself for the imminent revelation.

"Well, as I said there are a few matters we must discuss." Klaus said

"All ears" April responded

"I've decided it would be in our best interests for me to return to Mystic Falls and put an end to any theories that I might be the one responsible for your disappearances."

"Wait, what?" I gasped

"You're being serious right now?" April said next

Klaus, with a discerning gaze, took a momentary pause before proceeding "There is a chance that they suspect that I am the one responsible for this and if I am to ensure no one thinks to look for me and not the hunter then I have to return to Mystic Falls for a few days and make them believe that I am not the one involved in this." He said

"But, wait a second, does that mean you've been told something?" Elena asked

"I've pulled all of my sources from Mystic Falls, I have no one spying on any of your little friends." He responded

"But you still suspect they're gonna come for you?"

"Yes I do. And to ensure they don't I have to go back for at least a few days."

"But what will you even do?" April asked

Klaus's gaze locked with mine, before he answered her "After I return I'll wait a few hours at least before making my presence known, I believe I'll return to a broken door or window in my house, something that will suggest they've stopped by to check I didn't have you all captive in my basement." He said.

"And then?"

"I'll go to the Grill order something and wait for your little friend Matt to send word to the Salvatores that I've arrived back in town. Afterwards I'm sure I'll be joined in my booth by a few if not every member of your current search party. At which time I will present no glimmer of interest for their presence, until they divulge to me that Caroline is one of the people who has gone missing."

Elena and April casted fleeting glances in my direction, but I maintained my gaze upon Klaus. The two of them promptly mimicked my actions, their anticipation palpable as they yearned to uncover the remainder of his intricate scheme.

"They know I wouldn't batter an eyelid over the idea of Elena being missing or over a girl killing herself that I had never met. However they will expect a subtle reaction to the news of you going missing." Klaus paused and wet his lower lip before continuing "I will excuse myself and wish them luck on their search, one of them, it doesn't matter which will follow me to my car which will be within walking distance of the Grill, they will overhear a phone conversation of me trying to track down a last known location." He told us.

"And erm, what about after that night?" April asked

"They will see me meeting with various people around town, hybrids of mine they cannot compel for answers, hybrids who will meet with me and quickly make their way out of town afterwards. The hybrids that are followed will not be followed for long."

"And what else?" Elena asked.

"They'll break into my house again and when they do they'll find information relating to Caroline descriptions and possible sightings of her. The nearest will be in New York. They won't find a plane ticket to New York or anything that may suggest that's where I'm heading. Instead I'll wait them out, keep to the shadows, and the second they themselves are set to chase down the lead in New York. The second they set off is when I will do the same."

"It's too dangerous." April told him.

"I'll drive from Mystic Falls to the next state. I've already made arrangements to take a plane from there to Nevada, I'll spend a night there and ensure I've not being tailed. From there I'll fly to Seattle and then drive the rest to Utah."

"How long have you been planning to do this?" I asked then

My question, caused a hushed stillness in its wake. With our collective gazes fixed upon him leaving no room for choice.

Klaus eventually responded, his voice resonating with a hint of obscurity, "Since the day we arrived."

"This is something we should have discussed sooner." I told him.

"It's a decision that had to be made and I made it, sweetheart."

"Without talking to us about it, that's not how this is supposed to work" Elena said to him then.

"None of this is going to work the way you think it is" Klaus, with his brooding eyes, held her captive, unwilling to release her until she unraveled the deeper significance concealed within his enigmatic words meant just for her, shielding it from our understanding. "None of it." He said.

I wasn't aware of the events that had unfolded the previous night. However, an inexplicable intuition whispered to me, revealing that a tumultuous altercation had ensued between the two of them. It seemed that irreparable words had been exchanged, had caused such damage, that there was no recovering from it. This situation filled April and me with immense anxiety as we watched the intense gaze exchanged between the two, Klaus seething with rage while Elena valiantly attempted to maintain her composure.

I wanted desperately to come to her aid but something told me if I did that she'd never forgive me for it. We are polygamists now and this was their marriage, not mine and not April's. Whatever it was that they were dealing with, we had to fight our instincts to interfere and fix it.

"When were you thinking about doing this?" April asked

Klaus, at long last, raised his eyes from Elena, who steadfastly maintained her steadfast gaze upon him, while he directed his attention towards April.

"I'll be leaving today."

"Today?" I exclaimed.

"I have a private jet prepared. It leaves at four."

I found myself shaking my head, a sudden realization dawning upon me. "Ah, now I understand," I murmured, my voice filled with a mixture of awe and rage. "That's precisely why you were so resolute about the security measures. You already knew you were going back" I said

"You're angry with me for doing the right thing?" Klaus challenged me, his eyes fixed upon mine.

"What about if something happens to you?" April asked him not hiding her fear for her new husband.

I watched the shift in Klaus's gaze as it redirected its focus towards her, a subtle softening occurring, barely perceptible to the untrained eye, yet enough for me to discern the change.

"I'm immortal, love. There's nothing that they can do."

"It won't stop them from trying." Elena pointed out "Especially if they think for a second you have us caged somewhere."

"I'd have no reason to take you from them. Their theories will fade with time"

I delicately swept my hair behind my ear, my mind swirling with uncertainty as I struggled with the overwhelming deluge of information being hurled in our direction. Less than ten minutes ago I had been in his other house dry humping him and experiencing thee most intense orgasm of my life.

Now we were back to secrets and hidden agendas.

"We should have known you were up to something." Elena said

"We all have our secrets darling." Klaus replied

"And are there anymore secrets coming our way or is this a wait and see sort of arrangements?" I asked him.

Klaus adjusted his posture with utmost precision, crossing his legs beneath the table. One hand gracefully rested in his lap, while the other delicately tapped his nails against the smooth surface, all the while his focus remained fixed upon us.

"Uh, do you know yet when you'll be back in Utah?" April asked him, undoubtedly as a prudent measure to prevent any further discord from transpiring between us.

He deftly withdrew an envelope from the depths of his suit pocket. With a subtle motion, he glided it across the table, deliberately guiding its path towards April, rather than Elena.

She delicately broke the seal of the envelope, her eyes locked with ours, we were equally captivated, eager to discover the secrets concealed within its fragile confines. My heart stopped as I beheld the look of her eyes, widening like a moonlit sky, upon taking in the words that had graced the first page.

A stunned April looked down the table at Klaus "You're taking us to the Caribbean?" she asked him.

My jaw dropped in astonishment as Klaus, began to nod in response. The sight of April's radiant happiness nearly compelled Klaus to mirror her joy with a faint smile. I was utterly astounded.

April rose from her seat, her movements surprising Elena and me, as she gracefully descended towards Klaus. She settled herself upon his lap, her body intimately pressed against his. A delicate kiss graced his cheek, followed by a tight embrace. A startled Klaus couldn't help but emit a low, throaty chuckle, his lips curling into a sly grin as he beheld her naive and innocent nature. As his hand subtly ventured across her supple back, it found its place on her waist.

"Oh my god I'm sorry but oh my god"

An utterly mortified April rose from his lap, acutely aware of the impact her actions on the highly strung Klaus. Klaus gently grasped her delicate hand, raising it to his lips with a tender admiration. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss upon her skin, eliciting a radiant smile from April, her heart warmed by his tender display of affection I imagined. Elena and I exchanged a look of disbelief over what we were seeing before they could spot us.

"I'll be returning on Monday the tenth"

That's Elena's day with him.

April settled back into her seat, her radiant smile stretching from one ear to the other, brimming with pure joy. She delicately grasped the pages that lay before her, her eyes scanning the words meticulously.

"We're flying first class on the Emirates flight departing at five o clock that night and returning on Sunday" April read aloud

That's the first double night I have with Klaus on the schedule.

"We're on the platinum club package at the hotel which includes our own suites, exclusive access to the VIP area, our own chauffeur for the length of our trip and free room service."

Is this a honeymoon?

"Is this a honeymoon?" Elena, in a sudden and unexpected manner, posed the question to him, leaving all of us utterly stunned.

In response to her question, Klaus stood up, fastening the buttons of his impeccably tailored suit. His intense gaze fixated upon me, deliberately concealing his emotions behind an enigmatic exterior.

"I have some business to attend to before I leave this afternoon." He said

Klaus turned to leave then but stopped and turned back to look at us "No one is to contact me while I'm gone." he announced and left without giving us a chance to respond.

After we heard the patio door open and close April turned in her seat to look our way.

"Can you believe this?"

Before I could formulate a response to her question, Elena abruptly excused herself from the table and made her way towards the kitchen. My gaze twisted with a mixture of confusion and concern, for in that very moment, the unmistakable sound of the patio door being ajar reached my ears, dawning upon me the realization that she was going after Klaus.

As I cast a fleeting gaze upon April, I discerned that her once radiant smile and fervor had dissipated.

"Hey, you okay?"

April summoned the most exquisite smile she could conjure, before she retrieved her phone and notepad from the table and rose to her feet.

"I think I'm gonna go for a walk" she said

"Wait, but where-" I paused watching her head towards the front door "I could come with you if you want" I quickly offered.

"It's okay" April called before heading out.

---

Klaus Mikaelson

I had acquired a new set of luggage, ready to accompany me on my upcoming trip back to Mystic Falls. Next to it, I had gathered an assortment of clothes, carefully chosen with the purpose of abandoning them when I eventually left their quiet little town again. I had to be extremely careful and thorough in my planning to ensure that the Salvatore brothers and Tyler would have no suspicion of my role in the mysterious disappearance of Caroline and Elena. My carefully planned itinerary ensured that I had a thorough understanding of each step I would take and when.

Once I shared the news of my upcoming trip with the girls, I made my way to April's house to start gathering my belongings. The rain outside continued to fall upon the windowpanes, creating a soothing and constant rhythm. A distant thunder echoed, its low rumble creating an eerie atmosphere. I was determined to proceed despite the unfavorable weather conditions. The jet would undoubtedly defy the challenging environment and take off. The prompt resolution of this situation was of great importance. I am confident that I will succeed in my efforts to create a future filled with love and commitment with all of my wives.

I enjoyed a soothing shower, savoring the feeling of the water gently flowing over my body. I took great care to eliminate any hint of stubble from my face, ensuring a flawless complexion. Following a thorough grooming routine, I dressed myself in a delicately curated ensemble, with each item carefully chosen to complement my usual everyday style in Mystic Falls. As I stepped out of the bathroom, the relentless rain persisted. The drains were flooded by the heavy downpour, resulting in the formation of hazardous pools of water. I bravely confronted the harsh weather, resolute as I loaded my car. With determined strides, I headed towards Caroline's house to say goodbye.

Caroline stood in the kitchen, her hands tightly gripping an instruction manual, ready to confront the daunting task that awaited her - the dishwasher.

She placed the instruction manual delicately on the kitchen island, displaying a sense of grace in her actions. Her arms were crossed, waiting for me as I entered the room. She would never confess, but a noticeable feeling of unease radiated from her, revealing her anxiety about my departure. Yet, her fierce loyalty kept her from succumbing to such fragility. As I grappled with my stubbornness, I couldn't bring myself to admit that missing her would weigh on me, not just because of what had happened earlier. I had a strong feeling that her absence would deeply affect me.

"So you're leaving already?" She asked, her voice calm and collected, determined to hide any hint of uncertainty or apprehension.

"Is there anything you'd like me to bring back for you?" I asked with a smile, attempting to project my usual demeanor.

"I believe I have more than enough on my plate at the moment."

I glanced out the window towards the backyard before redirecting my attention towards her and inquiring, "Where are-"

"Elena is taking a nap and April went out for a walk."

"A walk?" I asked, my voice barely audible amidst the deafening thunder that reverberated above us, capturing my complete focus.

"She's doing well, she's already texted me." She plans to spend some time at a local coffee shop.

"Why doesn't she simply place an-"

"She insists on remaining there, so it's best to respect her decision and not interfere."

Caroline briefly looked away from me. As our gazes met again, a deep weariness seemed to have taken hold of her.

"You might end up arriving late."

She was correct. I was supposed to have left ten minutes ago. I retraced my steps, my heart burdened with curiosity, contemplating the mysterious secrets she kept hidden from me. I was left with a burning desire for answers after April's unexpected decision to go for a spontaneous walk.

I cautiously reached out to touch the handle, feeling its coolness beneath my fingertips. Feeling a sense of resignation, I reluctantly faced her once more, unable to tear my eyes away from her captivating gaze. Caroline's surprising act took me by surprise, leaving me momentarily speechless, as her soft lips gently touched my cheek. Her actions conveyed a sense of care, as she delicately adjusted the collar of my coat. At that moment, our gazes locked, and she managed a smile, though it seemed somewhat hesitant.

The gap between us closed, and our lips met in a tender, lingering kiss. Reluctantly, I had to leave her behind, my mind preoccupied with the reason behind her sudden shift in mood.

What had I done to deserve such disdain from Caroline, who couldn't even meet my gaze?

---

April Mikaelson

I found myself hurrying down the street towards my house, rain pouring down from the sky. As I hurried up the pathway to my porch, my heart raced as I noticed Klaus's fancy Range Rover noticeably missing from Caroline's driveway. I deceived Caroline by creating a false story about having enough money to take a taxi home. I had completely forgotten my purse at home, leaving me unable to access my new bank account details through an app. Consequently, I found myself walking home in the rain. I dashed through the last few blocks, my heart racing in my chest, until the resounding boom of thunder returned with a dramatic flourish.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of immaturity when I left the way I did, but in that moment, I truly believed I had a valid justification. After spending a considerable amount of time in the rain wearing nothing but shorts and a t-shirt, I found myself completely soaked and undoubtedly in for a cold.

I entered my home and immediately messaged Caroline, notifying her of my arrival and my plan to retire early. I preferred that she didn't make an effort to check in on me. I yearned to seek solace in the comfort of my bed, succumbing to the depths of my despair after the minor breakdown I had earlier this afternoon.

In addition, I had no intention of spoiling their evening. Clearly, they were currently enjoying each other's company, deeply engrossed in a discussion about the upcoming journey that awaited us. Over the course of three days, we found ourselves immersed in the beauty of Utah, experiencing moments of connection as we traveled along the open road. I was fully aware that our connections with Klaus might cause discomfort in some people, but I paid no attention to such worries.

I had decided to take the afternoon to myself due to my emotional state. Looking back, it would have been wiser to stay and have a longer conversation with Klaus. Unfortunately, I gave in to my own worries and ended up completely drenched by the bad weather.

As I climbed the staircase, a heavy feeling descended upon me, my wet hair clinging to my shoulders. A sense of impending doom consumed me, and I was fully aware that I was going to become ill due to my own foolish actions.

I softly murmured, "You're such a big baby."

As I took a step forward, my foot suddenly slipped, causing my leg to give way and sending me sliding down the staircase at a rapid pace. My upper body twisted in response, leaving me breathless as I found myself hurtling towards the stairs below, my face mere inches from their unforgiving surface. The memories that came after were chaotic, obscured by the intense weight on my nose, overshadowed by the overwhelming cacophony that filled my home. In the midst of the chaos, my collision with the stair railing went unnoticed. The force of the impact sent me tumbling towards the floor below, engulfed in an explosion of pain and disarray.

I can't remember anything beyond that moment, as it was an endless torment that engulfed me, along with the harsh reality that none of these unfortunate events would have happened if I hadn't given in to such deep-seated pettiness.

I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me as Klaus, completely engrossed in his desire to go back to Mystic Falls, completely overlooked the fact that he was abandoning our first night together.

Now, amidst overwhelming despair, a shroud of darkness consumed everything, leaving only pain in its wake.

---

Klaus Mikaelson

I had ventured back to my home in Mystic Falls, only to discover that it was precisely as I had envisioned it to be. My entire home had been upended, a chaotic testament to their relentless pursuit of evidence implicating me as the clandestine captor of Elena and Caroline. I had not even bothered to tidy up the disarray, instead I had ventured into town, donning a fresh coat and shirt. As I stepped into the grill, amongst the onlookers, the young Matt caught my gaze, his movements becoming less than graceful as he navigated his way across the bar, undoubtedly to inform his companions of my imminent presence. I procured a bottle of bourbon, locating a secluded nook within the establishment, where I settled into one of the rear booths. With bated breath, I anticipated the imminent arrival of a group of angry boyfriends.

Within half an hour, Stefan and Damon materialized before me, their focus drawn to Matt, who motioned with a subtle nod towards my location. As our gazes intertwined, I instinctively lifted my hand, beckoning them to approach, eager to conclude this encounter with utmost haste.

"We thought you'd left town" Stefan said as he slid into the booth first followed by his brother.

Neither of them seemed to be their usual selves. One emitted the distinct scent of spirits, both were unsteady on their feet, as if struggling to maintain their balance. It was evident that neither had experienced a moment of rest since our departure.

"There was business that required my attention"

"What sort of business might that be?"

"Mine" I retorted with a self-assured smirk, utterly unimpressed by their feeble attempt at a double act.

"You know why we're here" Stefan said leaning forward in his seat

"I would assume to apologies"

"For what?" Damon inquired, his gaze piercing into me.

"You sought me out and found the need to rip apart my home in the process. Not smart." I explained "Almost every camera on my property caught you."

"We weren't looking for you"

"Uh huh, and which one of my siblings has-"

"Elena is missing" Stefan interrupted before I could finish.

A smirk formed on my lips as I indulged in another satisfying sip of my drink, my gaze fixed upon them both, carefully observing their every move, as they studied my response to the news.

"And yet I'm no further forward in discovering why you sought to destroy my home."

"You're telling us you have no idea where she is?"

"If the girl was still of value to me I would have kept my hybrids trailing her every move. But last time I checked she was a vampire and therefore useless to me."

"We know you have resources in this town" Stefan said.

"And you know how wisely I use them, following around a teenage girl isn't top of my list."

"Depends on the girl does it not?" Damon asked

Our gazes intertwined, and I instinctively narrowed my eyes in reaction to his piercing glare, fully aware of the unspoken message behind his words. Yet I had to continue to play along.

"What does that mean?" I asked staring down into my glass.

"Elena's not the only one who has gone missing." Stefan shared

"That pretty little blonde you're so obsessed with is also on the list." Damon snarled and delight as he observed my feigned distress.

I locked eyes with Stefan then who nodded his head in agreement that he was indeed telling me the truth.

"You're lying."

"We wish we were. Elena and Caroline have been missing for five days."

"Around the same time you conveniently skipped town" Damon noted

In spite of his brother's feeble attempts to provoke a reaction from me, Stefan embarked on a mission to divulge the limited knowledge they possessed and express their aspirations for my assistance in delving deeper into the matter. I sank in my seat, a soft chuckle escaping my lips as Stefan persistently asserted that their well of ideas had run dry. Tyler was out there, relentlessly pursuing the hunter, his determination unwavering. Bonnie, in her desperate attempt to help, had exhausted every spell in her arsenal, but to no avail.

"Why would I help you ripper?"

"It's not for me and we both know it."

"Do we? I must confess I'm at a loss."

"We know they're alive. And we will find them sooner or later, do you really want Barbie to come back only to find out you didn't come to her rescue when she needed you most?" Damon asked

"You underestimate my interests, just as you underestimated the need for a formal education and deodorant." I replied.

"He's right we will find them. The only question remains is will you help us?"

I finished what remained in my glass and placed the glass down on the table before stepping out from the booth with a self-satisfied smirk upon my lips.

"I'll be sure to send flowers." I called back to them.

As I had anticipated, one of them trailed behind me as I departed from the grill. Suppressing the urge to indulge in an exasperated eye-roll, I continued my path outside, fully aware of their persistent presence. I gracefully walked the distance to my car, deftly retrieving my phone from my coat pocket, preparing to engage in a fabricated conversation. My phone was switched off and I had told the girls not to call me while I was in town. I couldn't risk a phone call being traced back to Utah.

The Salvatore brothers would spend the next few months chasing down false leads. However, amidst the chaos, it was Tyler who effortlessly commanded my undivided focus. He had already ventured beyond the boundaries of the town, in pursuit of them, the extent of his progress remaining a mystery to me.

The mere knowledge of his presence stirred within me an undeniable longing, compelling me to hastily embark upon the next available flight destined for Utah. Unfortunately, my mind was tethered to this place, and I found myself bound by duty, unable to heed the call of my desires. Back in Utah everything was in hand and there was nothing that the girls could not sorted between them, especially with Caroline taking a more leadership role these days.

There was no reason for me to rush back.