Darkest Temptations

Chapter Six: The Reality Check

Klaus Mikaelson

When I opened my eyes the next morning, I found myself back in my familiar life, surrounded by my belongings and the comforting scents of home. Everything was in perfect order, despite the chaotic mess awaiting me downstairs, especially in the depths of my study. Three days in Utah and two on the road had felt incredibly long, as if time had stretched out before us. Our new set up there seemed to be flawlessly tailored to fit our lifestyle. I was pleasantly surprised by how none of them succumbed to the usual arguments, indifference, and self-pity that often accompany such significant life changes. Despite my initial hesitations about moving, I discovered that waking up in my familiar bed no longer provided the same sense of solace. My mind was consumed with anticipation as I woke up that morning, already envisioning what awaited me upon my return to Utah.

As I lay within my pristine white sheets, my chest exposed, gazing up at the bedroom ceiling, reminiscing about the evening we met in the woods. I can't quite explain what compelled me to visit Caroline that evening, but I will forever remember the way her voice trembled when she reached out, seeking my assistance. There was a certain allure to her, and from that exact moment until I embarked on this journey, she never ceased to amaze me. Her newfound maturity, insatiable desire, and overall positive demeanor were constant sources of surprise. She had a certain air about her, a subtle vulnerability that she tried to conceal. But even in her moments of solitude, I could sense the flicker of concern in her gaze. She, Elena, and April were all worried that their meticulous planning would come undone in an instant.

After the three of them went back to their homes that night to stage their deaths, I carefully devised a backup plan to ensure that once we disappeared, we would be gone for good. As we stood in the forest, discussing the decision and preparing for the spell, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. In that moment, I began meticulously crafting a list, strategizing for every potential obstacle that could come our way. The girls desired fresh beginnings in Utah, whether that entailed pursuing their own careers, starting families, or simply escaping the supernatural elements that had plagued them. The true nature of their aspirations remained uncertain to me.

From the very beginning, it was clear to me that Elena wasn't completely enthusiastic about the idea of Utah or our marriage. Our relationship was filled with conflict. Even though she had a new house and the opportunity for a better life, it couldn't erase the deep-seated emotions she carried in her heart. Caroline and April were determined to leave Mystic Falls, without a hint of hesitation. Caroline may have been the one who managed everything, but if she thought she could deceive me into thinking it would actually succeed, she was sorely mistaken. April seemed to be keeping her true feelings about her father's loss hidden from Elena and Caroline, despite her sweet and innocent demeanor. I recall observing from the confines of my car that evening in Utah, her bedroom light illuminating at regular intervals. The following morning, she assumed that I had absentmindedly left my Starbucks cup in the kitchen. Little did she know, I had actually taken it upon myself to alleviate the young girl's fatigue by buying her a coffee infused with two shots of rich espresso.

We hadn't delved into the reasons behind my decision to enter into the spell, which turned out to be fortunate. I was determined to do whatever it took to help Caroline escape from Tyler and the remnants of her life in this town. As I listened to her respond to every question I asked that night in the forest, she answered them all with such grace that it revealed a different aspect of her character. She was the kind of girl, or rather, the kind of woman who defied societal expectations and lived life on her own terms. That night, she exuded an irresistible energy, captivating me with her passion and enchantment. Against my better judgment, I found myself falling in love with her all over again within that hour.

Caroline possessed a multitude of admirable qualities, but one thing she definitely was not, was naïve. She had a profound understanding of my emotions towards her, a realization that came well before our departure for Utah. Despite questioning my initial intentions for getting closer to her, she recognized that my genuine desire to understand her, her thoughts, her emotions, and her aspirations stemmed from a place of pure altruism. This exceptional and gifted woman had, in the brief period I had known her, succeeded in dispelling the monstrous facade I had worn for nearly two millennia, revealing the youthful soul that had been stolen by my own parents. Upon catching sight of Caroline, a familiar warmth enveloped me, a sensation I believed had long disappeared.

She had an unwavering belief that our new lifestyle could succeed, despite the doubts of others, including myself. Caroline had a strong belief in my capacity to love multiple individuals, to embrace more than one soul within the depths of my heart. I remained resolute in my honesty, refusing to acknowledge anything other than the undeniable truth. The fact of the matter was, a part of me had indeed consented to the spell, driven by the desire to experience the company of these remarkable women.

Caroline was an attractive blonde who seemed to have mixed feelings towards me, yet there was an undeniable desire between us. Elena harbored a profound animosity towards me, despite paradoxically placing a great deal of faith in me. This trust was instrumental in the success of the spell that evening. She believed in my ability to act in her best interest, even though there were moments when my desires veered in a different direction. Elena possessed a captivating sexiness, with her graceful figure, generous curves, and enticing gaze. She had such a profound effect on me that I couldn't resist lingering in my new car, rather than pursuing the possibility of intimacy with her. Regarding April, even though Caroline and Elena failed to understand her innocence, I quickly deduced the truth. She remained pure, untouched and hopeful to share her body with someone who truly deserved her, rather than settling for the first person who tried to win her over.

Everything had transformed at an astonishing pace since the night I had agreed to enter into polygamy. My life would never be the same again. The barrier would forever encircle me, a constant reminder of the immense responsibility entrusted to me by three individuals. Who didn't seek my affection, but rather my unwavering commitment.

Despite juggling multiple relationships and indulging in passionate encounters, as well as envisioning a fulfilling life in Utah, I couldn't escape the harsh reality of my problem.

I wasn't ready to take on the role of a husband.

I had contemplated the idea of leaving Utah for Mystic Falls, never to return.

Contrary to popular belief, I possessed a sense of integrity despite my hybrid nature. I had been watching all three of them since our arrival and witnessed the awe in their eyes as they adjusted to their new lives. Unfortunately, none of them were able to grasp the true nature of my circumstances. If this was just a man involved with three different women, then there would be no pressure at all. They seemed to have faith in my ability to be a devoted husband to all three of them. I had no role model growing up for what constituted a healthy and loving partnership. As a child, I witnessed my father subjecting my mother to both emotional and physical abuse. As we grew older, Elijah, Finn, and I made it our mission to shield her from his grasp. However, despite our efforts, he would persist in tormenting her. It didn't matter who managed to separate him from her; he always found a way to hold me responsible. I was simply seen as the weak boy who had an unwavering desire to protect a woman.

There was plenty of time to reflect on the events that had unfolded in the forest. I could have easily chosen not to go and braved the repercussions of a life in Mystic Falls without Caroline Forbes. The girls had no idea, but upon returning to my home after the spell, I found myself sitting in the car for nearly twenty minutes, completely trapped and unable to form a coherent thought. The sheer magnitude of my actions had left me utterly bewildered, and the idea of pretending to live a domestic life in Utah was overwhelming.

I'm not entirely sure what shifted my perspective. However, I managed to exit my car, enter my home, and provided my staff with the required instructions. I ascended the stairs to my bedroom and meticulously discarded the clothes that I had donned during my venture into the forest. I then summoned a butler to discreetly dispose of them beyond the estate's premises. I had just finished getting ready, freshening up and putting on an appropriate outfit for the journey ahead. Leaving behind my art and only taking a few photographs and drawings of my siblings was difficult, but I managed. I purposely left behind some sketches of Caroline, fully aware that Tyler would come across them sooner or later. Although it didn't bother me, I had stashed away my cherished sketch in the closet of our shared bedroom with Caroline.

I dedicated my last ten minutes to providing clear instructions to the staff, making sure every precaution was taken to prevent any possibility of being traced. I even requested one of the men to hand over the keys to his car. As my staff loaded my belongings into the car and prepared the necessary supplies, I took a final stroll around my home. As I gazed upon the various bedrooms I had meticulously designed for my siblings, the magnificent ballroom where I had shared a dance with Caroline, and the sprawling outdoor grounds that offered a much-needed breath of fresh air. One of my dedicated employees would leave the premises and as they stepped outside, they would completely forget about their work. All they would remember is that they had fulfilled their duties to their employer and would be rewarded with a generous sum of money at the end of the month. None of my staff lived within a five-mile radius of Mystic Falls, so I was confident that Tyler and the Salvatore brothers would never be able to find them.

As the sun rose the next morning, I took a moment to reflect while driving. I rolled down the windows, allowing the crisp morning air rejuvenate me. I continued on my way until I reached a destination two states away. Exhausted, I managed to get an hour of sleep before continuing on. I was determined to obtain the deeds to the houses, and it was a straightforward transaction. Contrary to what the girls thought, a million dollars was not a significant sum compared to the numerous zeros in my various accounts and vaults worldwide. There were various forms of valuable assets, including physical cash, stock, bonds, priceless works of art, and even gold bars.

I possessed everything necessary to provide lifelong support for all three of them. I lacked a plan for the future that unfolded before us. Every step leading us to Utah involved bypassing countless moments that build a relationship based upon more than trust alone.

If we were going to get all three of these marriages right then a plan had to be put in motion immediately.

Before we could live together forever we had to begin with the most elementary level.

We had to walk before we could run, we had to sink before we could swim and...we had to date before we could marry.

The plan was officially in motion, I was going to start my new forever by dating my wives.

From this moment on everything had to be executed with the upmost perfection to grantee success. I felt so liberated by this realization that suddenly every thought that came next was consumed with what I would do once I was back in Utah with them. I didn't focus my attention on one of them alone, suddenly I could picture all three of them with a completely new outlook. My relationship with Caroline wasn't stronger than the other two because of the physical aspect nor was my relationship with April because of the secret of her innocence. We were going to take everything right back to the beginning, and I was going to ensure that we all started fresh.

I just had to deal with life here in Mystic Falls first.

And with this new found energy I found my mind consumed with new ideas to torment those who thought they could take away what we were building together outside the realm of their pathetic town and even more pathetic lives.

My bed remained unmade, I washed my face, brushed my teeth but like the genius I am avoid shaving and showering, indeed I didn't even prompt to put on a fresh shirt, instead opting to dress into the one I had casually thrown over the desk chair in my bedroom from the previous day. The Salvatore brothers would be watching me very closely, they had to truly believe that I was back in town and already looking into Caroline's disappearance. Elena's vampire nature made her blood useless to me and they knew that. But they knew there wasn't a rock in this world I wouldn't overturn looking for Caroline.

If they only knew that their dear Elena had chosen to leave this town to be my wife instead of being an eternal teenager stuck between both of them. I myself didn't know what Elena Gilbert…well Elena Mikaelson wanted out of life, but from this moment on she was loyal to me and those I would hold dear from this moment forward and therefore I would shield her from whoever sought her out.

She no longer belonged to Stefan.

She belonged to Utah.

But most of all she belonged to me, her husband and future lover.

I had experienced solitude in Mystic Falls before, but it was in this moment that I truly sensed a profound separation between myself and the place where my presence was critical. I wouldn't go as far as saying I was homesick, especially given the short time I spent in Utah. Yet, I couldn't resist the urge to go back. If anything occurred during my absence, I would have remained oblivious until my eventual return. I made it clear to each of them that they should not reach out to me under any circumstances while I am here. I had no desire to risk everything I had painstakingly built there, including my relationships with each of them, no matter how delicate and recent they might have been.

I had four of my hybrids in town already, carefully watching Caroline and Elena's friends since the day before I arrived. We had established codes that we would send before I put any of my plans into action. Every aspect of this experience was meticulously planned, down to the very last second. Contingency plans were in place for every step, and there were unmarked cars strategically positioned at the town's exits, ready for my use if needed. I hadn't made this decision to return lightly, indeed it had taken a great deal of effort to arrange it and it would be completed to my utmost satisfaction.

I set out on a trip through the town, comfortably nestled in the luxurious interior of my exquisite Bentley. Several urgent matters demanded my immediate attention. I was determined to avoid detection, so I proceeded with extreme care in all my endeavors. I accomplished this by carefully choosing alternative paths to my desired destinations. I left my car and chose to walk through the nearby forest, making my way towards my intended location.

I had no desire to extend my time in this town any longer than absolutely necessary. Despite my reservations, I couldn't help but feel a strong desire to go back to the comforting draw of Utah. The very idea of spending another day in this place seemed to stretch on for what felt like an eternity. Luckily, I discovered myself blessed with a multitude of tasks that required my focus, successfully distracting my mind from the place I yearned to be...home.

I was completely indifferent to the opinions of others regarding our new lifestyle in Utah. Despite the briefness of our stay, it felt as if an entire lifetime had unfolded before me. I disregarded any potential criticisms that may come my way, as I had fully embraced a non-traditional lifestyle that involved living in separate homes. Our lives were a personal affair, I was determined to protect our happiness from any interference by these immature, foolish, pitiful, insecure, conceited, and indulgent individuals.

To ensure that our lives together started off on the right foot, I made sure to bring a few cherished personal items back to Utah with me. My task this morning was to carefully retrieve these precious items, as they held great sentimental value to the women in my life.

I started my journey by choosing the longest and most challenging path to Elena's former residence, opting for a route filled with difficulty. I carefully navigated through the dense forest, relying on the delicate twigs and hidden hollows to warn me of any approaching footsteps, ensuring that I remained undetected by any potential pursuers.

I had been cleverly taking advantage of every opportunity to come and go from the house I shared with Elena since we arrived in Utah. I would skillfully perform this maneuver whenever I spotted her heading towards Caroline or April's house. I was completely taken aback by Elena's presence, struggling to fully grasp the fact that I was married to a young woman who despised me with a passion. We were not ready to spend eternity together. We were strangers, lacking any affection for one another, and the weight of our intertwined destinies felt overwhelming at times. I made a conscious effort to avoid being around her, hoping that it would give us both the much-needed time to face the harsh realities that connected us.

Elena was facing greater challenges than she wished to reveal to Caroline and April. I had diligently kept hidden the profound depths of her insecurities, just as she had concealed from me my own truth - that I was unable to share a bed with her and attempt to form any level of intimacy. On the day we arrived in Utah, I happened to stumble upon a small notebook before she joined me in the room.

She had meticulously recorded her thoughts, documenting her voyage to Utah. Consumed by regret, she chastised herself for the careless mistake of forgetting her beloved diary. It was cleverly hidden, tucked away behind a beautiful painting hanging above her bed, a secret spot carefully selected to avoid Stefan's nosiness or the curiosity of her brother. The idea of someone accidentally discovering her most personal reflections and exploring the depths of her darkest emotions made her feel sick to her stomach.

So, I chose to take it with me where it was needed.

I carefully examined the backyard of the old Gilbert home for a significant amount of time, exceeding an hour, until I was absolutely certain that there were no surveillance cameras. I had been here a great many times but I had to be sure now.

From what Stefan and Damon told me last night, it seemed like they believed Sheriff Elizabeth Forbes and young Jeremy Gilbert had fallen victim to the mysterious hunter, who had boldly taken Caroline and Elena. The impeccable execution of our plan to mislead them with a fabricated story left me in awe, as I witnessed their commitment to following my exact directions.

I effortlessly cleared the barrier of the backyard fence, propelled forward by my hybrid abilities. I was drawn towards the slightly open kitchen window, inviting me to come closer. I cautiously opened it, skillfully navigating my way through. I effortlessly cleared the kitchen counter top, gently landing on my feet without a single misstep. I couldn't risk breaking a window or daring to tamper with the locks on either the front or back door. It would definitely pique the interest of the Salvatore's and Elena's friends, intensifying their curiosity about my exploration of her property and my potential involvement in their mysterious disappearance.

As I looked inside the Gilbert house, a deep realization came over me, filling my senses with an undeniable truth. The lives lost within these walls, their memories preserved in the photographs that fill every corner of the rooms. The memories were exposed and defenseless, inviting me to observe their stories as I walked through the house.

I gently retrieved a photograph of Elena in the hall, taken during her tender years, when the world was a place of endless possibilities for her. The image captures a moment of pure delight, with the girl sitting happily on her father's lap, while he playfully tickles her. Through his gaze, I could sense the immeasurable affection of a parent bestowed upon her. It will always be a treasured memory that surpasses the constraints of time. The twinkle that once graced her eyes had dimmed in the more recent pictures, serving as a poignant reminder of the heart-wrenching sorrow she had experienced. During this time of grief, Stefan Salvatore appeared in her life, bringing his mysterious aura into her life. He claimed to be her source of guidance, a comforting presence in her troubled times. However, it became evident that he had his own struggles, unable to face the overwhelming sadness that consumed him. Instead of providing her with the solace she desperately needed to grieve for her parents, he overwhelmed her with his own uncertainties, unintentionally hindering her healing process.

The Salvatore's had called upon the authorities to carry out a thorough investigation into her unexpected vanishing. The crime scene was meticulously marked with yellow indicators, each one carefully numbered to show the exact spots where blood residue splatters, fibers, and signs of scuffles and scratches were found. Elena's ability to hide her actions was truly remarkable. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, even though I usually try to ignore such insignificant emotions. Witnessing her actions allowed me to grasp the extent to which she had gone, all in order to protect her newfound life with us. From the moment we first moved in, doubt had frequently plagued my mind. However, now I was gaining a fresh perspective that was shedding new light on her. Her voice filled the house, its gentle and steady tone reaching every nook and cranny. As I reflected on the situation, it became clear to me the depth of what she had left behind in her quest for a new beginning. A profound sadness enveloped me, as I couldn't take with me all of her cherished mementos, knowing that the authorities had meticulously cataloged every inch of her home.

I climbed the stairs with a sense of caution, fully aware of the scene that awaited me. Each step I took was deliberate and calculated as I made my way into her room. The atmosphere in every room of the house was filled with a sense of warmth and comfort, yet there was an underlying coldness that seemed to hang in the air. I tentatively stepped into her room, a place I had never dared to explore. I eagerly took in every detail, beginning with the mirror that graced her dresser. It contained a treasure trove of precious memories, a beautiful tapestry woven with the threads of her life. Her cherished memories were beautifully displayed on its surface, freezing precious moments in time. A collection of mementos, each with its own story, finds its place on the mirror's frame. And there, carefully placed among the keepsakes, her class timetable, a guide to her educational endeavors.

My wives had never brought up the idea of pursuing higher education or starting a career.

I carefully surveyed her bedroom, noticing every intricate detail. The perfectly made bed, with its neatly tucked edges, immediately caught my attention. A pair of delicate earrings rested on the nightstand. And there was the cozy window seat, a place where I imagined her pouring her emotions into her diary, a spot that tempted me to sit and draw, if I had the inclination. A delicate fragrance filled the air of her room, a symphony of dried roses, honeysuckle, and jasmine. I cautiously approached the right side of her bed, gently covering my hand with my sleeve to avoid leaving any fingerprints behind. Delicately, I lifted the picture from the wall, unveiling a hidden gem. A green leather-bound diary smoothly emerged from its concealed location.

I couldn't resist the allure of losing myself in the mesmerizing stories within each entry. It came as no surprise, as those familiar with me knew that such an indulgence was completely in line with my character. Nevertheless, I opted not to do so on this specific occasion, electing instead to carefully tuck it away in the inner pocket of my black coat, where it would stay. I gaze around the room one last time, unsure of how much time would pass, whether just a few weeks or maybe even months. However, without fail, each piece of furniture would be adorned with delicate white linen sheets, serving as a poignant reminder of a life that can never be reclaimed. I was confident that they would always protect her house and Caroline's, even if it meant eventually acquiring both properties themselves.

Later that morning, I made my way to April's house, armed with the address I had obtained from a reliable source. Upon arriving at her house, I made a firm commitment to keep what I had seen that day a secret from April, knowing it would deeply affect her. A grotesque shade of bright red was used to spray paint the word "KILLER" across her front door. The townspeople, driven by their emotions, felt compelled to take action against April's father for his role in the gas explosion.

The mail was left on the front porch. Next to it, a small package caught my attention. As I ran my fingers over its surface, my gaze was immediately drawn to the return label, which displayed the address of a funeral mortuary. I carefully used my car keys to cut through the strong brown binding tape that wrapped around it. As I delicately removed the layers of protective packing, a bronze urn was revealed. These were the remains of her cherished father, left behind in this barren location, lacking any hint of care or compassion.

From the very first glimpse of April, she had only asked me for one thing, a rarity in my life. Throughout the centuries, many individuals have come to me, seeking favors, drawn by the immense power I possess. April longed to have her father's ashes as she began this new chapter of her life. I was more than happy to extend my kindness and compassion towards her.

I never explored the train tracks, but even from a distance, it was clear that the area near the tracks, where her past had met its demise, was adorned with a vibrant array of bouquets. This stark contrast to the desolation of her front porch was a sight to behold. At the exact location where she had decided to leave this world, compassionate souls had placed a beautiful assortment of flowers, each unique in size and bursting with vivid colors. Their goal was to bring her soul a feeling of peace and comfort in the afterlife. April would never go back to Mystic Falls, even though I couldn't bring myself to acknowledge it, I couldn't shake the feeling that her heart had always belonged in Utah.

At approximately noon that day, I stumbled upon a police cruiser on the outskirts of town. A dedicated officer, dressed in his official uniform, was fully focused on the task of evaluating compliance with the designated speed limits. I compelled him to go back to the Sheriff's station, where he would discreetly obtain Sheriff Forbes' badge and a photograph she had acquired when she first joined the force. I discreetly compelled him to embark on this secret mission, erasing any evidence that it had occurred. After his return, I claimed ownership of the items, carefully wiping away any memory of his acquisition. I deftly instilled the idea that he had faithfully stayed at his post for the entire afternoon. I hesitated to go to the Sheriff's station, as the abundance of CCTV cameras constantly moving presented a significant danger.

Later, I returned to town to have the badge and photograph expertly decorated and re-framed. The importance of these cherished mementos called for a frame that would capture their essence flawlessly, created with exceptional craftsmanship and meticulousness. Beneath the captured image, carefully inscribed the name of her beloved mother and the countless years she dedicated to her work. Before departing, I compelled the shopkeeper to erase any memory of my presence in his establishment. I told him to eliminate all traces of the tasks he had diligently completed for me, and to erase any visual recordings from the surveillance cameras that captured my presence on the premises.

I made sure to keep all the items in my car with me, ensuring their safekeeping. The trunk, showcased its own additional security system, a covertly hidden camera nestled within its structure, and motion sensors ready to detect any unwanted trespassers.

Having resolved all relevant matters, I proceeded onward further into the town, effortlessly locating a parking spot just outside the Grill. I strategically positioned my car to ensure my presence was duly noted. I wanted for their alleged companions to acknowledge my presence in this town. As I entered the establishment, my attention was immediately caught by Matt Donavan, who was diligently tending to his tasks of clearing tables on the far side of the bar. Unaware of my presence, he quietly made his way towards the back of the building, holding a tray with a firm grip. I made my way over to the booths in the back. As a waitress approached to take my order, I confidently requested a glass of bourbon. But also compelled her to let Matt know if he asked, that she had overheard me having an intense phone conversation, desperately trying to find someone. My determination to find this mysterious person seemed boundless, as I was willing to offer a significant sum as an incentive.

As soon as Matt walked back into the bar, I discreetly raised my phone to my ear. I watched as he confidently approached the same waitress, noticing how he effortlessly struck up a conversation with her, occasionally glancing in my direction. As the waitress returned to me, I gave her a hundred dollars as a sincere apology for unintentionally involving her in my spontaneous adventures. I graciously accepted the pen she offered when asked, I carefully wrote an address onto one of the napkins on the table. The address led to an abandoned house in the heart of Mexico, standing alone and surrounded by an eerie environment, far away from any signs of civilization. Years had gone by since its abandonment, leaving behind a desolate place that perfectly aligned with the hunter's sinister intentions. With its expansive basement and secluded surroundings, it was the perfect hideaway for him to conceal his unsuspecting victims. I delicately took the napkin with address written upon it, however the napkin beneath it that now processed the faint imprint of the address I left behind. I carefully placed it crumbled in my now empty glass of bourbon, knowing that Matt would notice when I eventually left.

I spent a good amount of time at the Grill, savoring a few drinks and skillfully orchestrating a string of made-up phone conversations that consistently caught Matt's attention. I couldn't just walk away, as it was crucial for me to make it seem like I wasn't purposely leading them to Mexico. This was just one of the many strategies they pursued during my time here.

As I left the Grill, I quickly made my way towards the nearest exit, giving the impression that I was eagerly following another lead. As I stepped outside, my journey was suddenly interrupted by the presence of Tyler, standing on the other side of the street. He was seated on the hood of my car, exuding confidence with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. He continued to be the same, a pitiful child. His strong determination to prove his value and his unwavering willingness to put himself in danger, all in the pursuit of being recognized as the hero of the universe. As I neared him, a powerful sense of control enveloped me, a hidden force that he remained completely oblivious to.

Little did he know, Caroline had been with me less than a week and I had already given her an orgasm.

"Look who's back" Tyler spoke without any sense of caution, completely unaware of who he was talking to and the immense power I held, prepared to unleash upon him.

"Careful mate, that car is worth more than anything you'll ever own"

"Looks pretty cheap to me."

"Not as cheap as what I'm looking at right now. What do you want?"

"Caroline. But you already knew that. That's why you helped the hunter take her from me."

"I suggest you remove yourself from my presence before I do something to you no amount of compelling will help all of these people forget." I gave him a warning and briefly glanced at the people around us, each absorbed in their own activities nearby.

Tyler uncrossed his arms and approached the front of the car, stopping in front of me. As he approached, the space between us diminished until he stood directly in front of me, his eyes piercing and his jaw clenched. I had to exercise a great deal of restraint to resist making fun of his ridiculously tight shirt and perfectly fitting jeans. He appeared to be boosting his supernatural testosterone levels to extraordinary heights, driven to showcase his form to everyone in town, from the mother of four children passing by to the gentleman tending to the flower beds in the town square. Just looking at Tyler right now was quite amusing, as his immaturity had reached an all-time high. His posture revealed a clear sense of uncertainty, as if he were attempting to elevate himself to my eye level by standing on his tiptoes. The sight of his crossed arms was quite amusing, bringing to mind a hefty bully on a playground, determined to establish their authority.

"We thought there was something different about this hunter from the moment he stepped foot into town and we know now it's because you were giving him information of where to find us."

"What exactly do you think you know about hunters?"

"I know enough. I survived one."

"So the hunter is dead?" I inquired

"Not yet. But he will be soon."

"Then you didn't survive one then did you little boy"

"That's right direct this however you want. But I'm not stupid, I know you're involved. You can fool the others but not me."

"Actually I think you'll find you are very gullible. For instance I'm reframing from compelling you into joining that the little girls game of hop scotch across the street."

"There you go again with your deflecting."

"My, my, what a very grown up word. Pretty soon you'll be reading too."

"Pretty soon I'll have Caroline back in my arms and we'll see who will be laughing then."

Careful mate.

"Trust me, if I had Caroline in my arms the last thing I'd be doing is laughing" I assured him.

"You know the only person in this town who despises you as much as I do is Caroline."

"Oh stop Tyler you're going to hurt my feelings." I mocked, his futile attempts to get under my skin were pathetic and bordering on tiring.

"We won't stop until we find her, you should know that."

"I should think not"

"And after she's with me again I'm coming after you."

"That's where you and I are different. Whenever I found myself alone with Caroline the last thing in my mind was you."

"You really think we're fooled by you returning to town, you're just keeping your hands clean. He's out there somewhere with her, keeping her caged until you return."

"I think you should give your hunter research another look mate."

"Meaning?"

"A hunter being around any type of supernatural is like sandpaper on a burn victim, it doesn't just add to the pain, it sinks right to the marrow. They can't take it for longer than a second."

"You're just trying to make me paranoid."

"Sadly it's the truth, because unlike you, you pathetic, dick less troll, I actually have experience with hunters and not one of them has ever kept a victim to play with, let alone two."

"He has them and we know it."

"You want to believe it. There's a difference"

"And what's the alternative?"

"I'm guessing it's what's keeping you from your beauty sleep mate."

Although it was quite a bold decision, I couldn't help but feel a sense of skepticism if I hadn't suggested to him that Caroline had just walked away. This surprising turn of events further complicated his situation, distracting him from his relentless search for our location.

"See you around mate." I told him.

Caroline Mikaelson

It had been four days since Klaus departed for Mystic Falls, and we were still adjusting to our new surroundings in Utah. Elena and I had encountered April at the bottom of her stairs a few days ago and promptly rushed her to the hospital. The storm had soaked her clothes and caused her to slip and tumble down the stairs, resulting in a forehead injury that required two stitches. Additionally, she ended up with a bruised nose and several more bruises and scrapes on her body. The doctors said she had been very lucky to which we agreed. Discovering her at the foot of the stairs filled us with immense fear, as I had nearly offered my own blood to aid her. However, I managed to restrain myself, and to my relief, April expressed her pride in my self-control. She was right, we had to make every effort to maintain our humanity in this situation, even if it meant enduring cuts and scrapes.

We remained by April's side throughout her entire stay in the emergency room. Elena struggled to suppress her bloodlust and so she stood just outside the hospital doors. At the same time, we kept her on speakerphone while I sat by April's bedside in the ward. We had never felt a stronger connection to each other than during those hours in the hospital. Even our time together on the road didn't compare to the depth of emotion we experienced, truly capturing the essence of the feminine heart.

Later that evening, when we arrived back at my house, Elena and I worked on making a soothing bubble bath for April to relax her tired muscles. After taking her upstairs and ensuring she was comfortable in a warm towel, I kindly offered to prepare dinner while Elena helped April with her bath. I drove the station wagon into town and decided to only pick up the exact ingredients for dinner, rather than doing a full grocery shopping for my entire kitchen. I was eager to go food shopping with Elena and April once we returned from our vacation. I never envisioned us as housewives, merely existing to run errands and take care of mundane tasks. However, I can't deny that the thought of maneuvering a shopping cart with both of them has crossed my mind since we got here. One day we would be grocery shopping together, armed with lists of items needed for our own homes. Perhaps Klaus had assigned us individual tasks as his wives, and eventually, we would even bring our babies along to keep them entertained as we filled our carts.

For dinner that evening, I prepared three juicy steaks, seasoned with a delightful blend of spices, accompanied by a luscious butter and garlic sauce. I prepared a delicious meal consisting of perfectly cooked steaks, creamy mashed potatoes, and garden peas. Later, we would indulged in a decadent chocolate cake adorned with delightful chocolate sprinkles from the in-store bakery. I couldn't help but smile the whole time I prepared the meal. It just felt so satisfying to be able to do this for them after such a rough day.

We had all gathered in my dining room, dressed comfortably in our pajamas, ready for dinner. I surprised April by kindly offering to reach out to Klaus and inform him about her accident. Despite my sincere gesture to defy Klaus's wishes, she politely declined, assuring me that she was fine. She was determined to keep our location a secret, and to my astonishment, Elena agreed. She made it clear that she didn't want me to contact him, stating, "Let's just stick with the plan." Klaus had no intention of checking any calls or emails while he was away. He wouldn't find out about April's medical expenses until he returned.

The following day, I had reached out to someone to fix the staircase, using funds from my personal account that Klaus had established to cover any necessary repairs. April had insisted on covering the expenses, but I was determined to take care of it myself. I didn't want her to be constantly reminded of the unfortunate incident when she saw the damages.

After Klaus departed, we diligently continued our work of building our own houses into homes. It appeared that my house had become the central hub for our projects and discussions.

Elena and I had reached out to decorating companies and selected two different companies to visit our homes. It became apparent that our decorating preferences for our new houses were quite distinct from each other. I chose warm oranges, peaches, and delicate brown paint and wallpapers for the interior of my home. Elena decided to take a unique approach with her own house, choosing a combination of eggshell, white and various shades of lavender and other gentle purples. I chose oak and Brazilian cherry floors for the flooring, along with new beige carpets for most of the rooms, including the bedrooms. Elena chose new white tiles for her kitchen and bathrooms, along with cream carpets for the ground floor of her house. She decided to keep the beige carpets upstairs.

April had planned to spruce up her house too. One afternoon, she ventured into town and came back with a few cans of paint for her front room. She had only completed half of the painting and was determined to finish it at the right time.

I think the reason we kept ourselves so busy was to distract ourselves from what could be happening in Mystic Falls. It's like we were trying to create a new beginning for ourselves with Klaus, while also avoiding our racing thoughts. I noticed how both of them were constantly checking their new phones, just like I did. It was hard to miss. We were all concerned that Klaus had truly kept his promise and maintained complete silence since his departure. And therefore, I made it my mission to ensure that all three of us remained occupied, diverting our thoughts from racing. Fortunately, the upcoming trip provided us with ample opportunity to take our minds off the construction and enjoy some time away from home.

One day, we decided to go into town to have our hair done. Nothing too extraordinary, we all took care of our ends and refreshed our colors to ensure we looked polished and free of any signs of aging or mismatched shades. During the other two Klaus free days, the three of us spent our time gathering various items for our homes. These were small things that we didn't purchase when we were with Klaus on the first day, like tampons and toilet plungers.

The day before Klaus's highly anticipated return to Utah, we all eagerly woke up early to embark on a group outing into town for our vacation shopping. We were all set and prepared to set out bright and early. We had a wonderful breakfast at a picturesque waterfront cafe, where we discussed our upcoming shopping excursion. We carefully put together a comprehensive list of items for our vacation, including new luggage, clothes, and all the other essentials to guarantee a memorable getaway.

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Upon our arrival at the mall, we made our way into a modest drug store. April was in search of fresh bandages for her injuries. Caroline and I went our separate ways around the store. I swiftly gathered a handful of items from my list: sunblock, nail polish remover, lip balm, hand cream, and cotton pads. I had finally started to adjust to our new lives here in Utah. Last night, I managed to sleep through the entire night for the first time since we arrived, and I even regained my appetite. I was gradually reconciling with my guilt over my actions that set the stage for my new start. I realized that I may never fully comprehend the motivations behind my choices, but I took solace in the fact that I made them for my own sake, and mine alone.

I couldn't bear the weight of my actions towards my friends. Perhaps in the future, seeking aid from a professional could be beneficial to me. However, for now, I found comfort in knowing that I wasn't entirely alone in my suffering. Caroline and April were incredibly honest about their inner struggles and sadness, and we all reached an agreement that faking our deaths was ultimately the best course of action for us. The feeling of freedom from our past was enough to draw a tear to my eye. I didn't abandon my previous life to become a polygamist. Instead, I made that decision in pursuit of a brighter future, one that surpassed the expectations of my friends. I was gradually, almost agonizingly, coming to terms with our situation as polygamists. And as Caroline had said from the day we hit the open road, our marriages from this moment forward were our own business, important, unique and completely in our hands to shape.

I had to let go of my past and focus on the possibilities that lay ahead as the woman I had become. I took a deep breath and mustered the courage to start on my journey as Elena Mikaelson, the second wife and sister wife. I didn't have to fully comprehend the weight of the work that accompanied those titles; I simply had to acknowledge that the individuals in my life were significant enough for me to assume the duty of looking after them and ensuring their safety. Deep within me, a desire to shield Caroline and April burned fiercely. And if I dared to be truly honest, a tiny part of me acknowledged that Klaus did possess a genuine desire to safeguard me - not just as his wife, but as a woman and as a human being.

As I turned the corner, I noticed Caroline standing in the aisle, completely engrossed in the items on the shelf in front of her. I was captivated by the unexpected scene that unfolded before my eyes. Caroline was in search of condoms, carefully examining the back of the box before deciding to add two boxes to her basket. She had stated that she and Klaus hadn't slept together, only shared a bed. However, it appeared that Caroline was now ready to start a physical relationship with him. Surprisingly, she hadn't mentioned her intentions to April or me about taking that next step with him so soon. Initially, I was determined to confront her and demand an explanation for her sudden change of heart. However, I managed to find the strength to restrain myself. I stayed hidden, observing her discreetly as she walked away from the aisle. I couldn't resist my insatiable curiosity as I ventured forward, scanning my surroundings as I bravely positioned myself where she had stood, gazing upon the box of condoms she had chosen.

There was a sudden and surprising sensation as I realized the box of condoms she had chosen were extra large. It was evident at that moment that she and Klaus had shared an intimate experience, as she knew exactly what size condom she would require with him. The realization that she had engaged either a hand or blow job with Klaus started to dawn on me, and suddenly we were far removed from the same girls who had left Mystic Falls that night.

We were wives to a husband who clearly had his attention fixed on one individual.

It made me wonder what exactly Klaus had in mind when he thought of us all going on this vacation together.

Was it a honeymoon?

Or was it a test?