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Darkest Temptations
Chapter Twenty Eight: Actions Have Consequences
Damon Salvatore
It never once entered my mind that she had left of her own accord. All this time, the sleepless nights, the research, integrating the hunter, and seeing Stefan almost lose his mind with worry, and it was all for nothing. Six months ago Elena and Caroline had left Mystic Falls together, and last night they'd done it again. They'd lied to our faces; we'd turned back time for them, and none of it mattered.
From the second Elena had come back, she had been lying to me; she had me fooled, and not for the first time. Sometimes I allowed myself to forget how convincing she could be when she needed to be. Which meant whatever life she had for the past few months was something she wanted to protect, even from second Stefan had called me this morning to ask me if I had seen her; I just knew she was gone again. Something inside me died the second I saw his name on the caller ID. Stefan had no memory of the past few months; he didn't know she had been gone or that last night was the last time he would ever see her again.
But I knew.
I knew all the heartache, confusion, and, with time, grief that was coming his way, and there was nothing I could do to stop it for him. He wouldn't have believed me; he thought he knew her with every fiber of his being, and so had I. Elena had fought so hard to keep her life here together; she had done everything in her power, even when she was still human, to keep this town safe. Yet she had walked away from everyone and everything she had ever known. Doing this once was unforgivable, but twice? She knew the consequences this time around, and she'd run anyway. She knew what I had done to bring her back; she had heard what we had gone through looking for her, and yet she ran despite it all.
Last night might have been the last time Stefan ever saw her again, but it wouldn't be the last time I did. I couldn't give up, not now. I was going to find her, and this time I wasn't bringing her back to me; I was going to be the one to come to her. Whether she was and whatever she was doing was what she wanted, and I needed to know what that was. I needed to see her life with my own eyes. I had no intention of telling Tyler about my plans; he could handle Caroline abandoning him however he pleased, but finding Elena was my only focus now. If she and Caroline had taken off together to enjoy a supernatural free life outside our town, it didn't matter. If I found both of them, it wouldn't matter. What did matter were the answers to all the questions only Elena could give me.
I had gone to her house this morning; Stefan thought she and Jeremy might have gone to the lake house and that she would call him later from the road. So I knew I wouldn't run into him there; I had used the backdoor as I had done before. The second I entered the living room, I knew there was no chance that Stefan would believe Elena had been taken. Immediately I noted the missing photographs; the fireplace, once covered with pictures of them, was now empty, as were the side and coffee tables. I noted the missing ornaments and other family artifacts throughout the rooms I entered. But what had captured my attention was the all-too-familiar stench of bleach and cleaning products that filled the air.
When I stepped into Elena's bedroom, I stopped. The scent of bleach was stronger than it was anywhere else in the house. I had entered the room very slowly; just like Jeremy's bedroom, there were no linens on the bed, and the closets were empty. This was also different; before she had left behind clothes, but this time she had taken apparently everything that she had regretted not taking before.
It was as if I had entered an open house; it was furnished, but there were no signs that anyone had ever even lived here. Even the bathrooms, her shampoo and makeup, it was all gone.
She was gone.
She had chosen to leave, and she was never coming back. I hoped whatever she had out there was worth it, because she wasn't going to have any of it by the time I was gone. What she had done to me, to my brother, and to everyone else who had gone nuts looking for her all this time was truly unforgivable.
I had done the unforgivable many times since 1864. But Elena had truly set an all-time record.
I was going to find her.
Caroline Mikaelson
I looked sideways at Klaus as I ran my tongue up his length that morning; I smiled at him before slowly taking him into my mouth as he groaned. I loved the taste of him; Tyler always wanted blow jobs after he had finished football practice and felt at his strongest.
Klaus, however, wanted them more frequently, and unlike Tyler, Klaus always tasted so good; his cum tasted the way it should, juicy, thick, and salty. I continued to suck on him as he ran his fingers through my hair as he watched me. I wanted Klaus to be in the best mood for when he came home tonight; I hadn't gotten up the courage to tell him about my decision to go to college. I had planned to tell him last night; I'd even hoped we would sit down and have dinner together, but our plans had changed.
Klaus and I were becoming more intense with one another; our physical relationship was occupying my thoughts on a daily basis. Just looking at him right now turned me on; I moved my hand between my legs and began to rub my clit as I sucked on his cock. I'd never been so turned on by someone, so aroused by just a look; this was the way it was supposed to feel for newlyweds, and that was what we were despite the time jump. I wouldn't allow what they'd done to us to take that from me; we were married, we were still husband and wife, and it was up to us to make this work for us.
I made a pop sound with my lips as I pulled my mouth away from Klaus's cock; he groaned and shook his head as I slowly climbed up his body until I was straddling his hips, his eyes on mine as I reached across to the nightstand just right to him. Pulling the drawer open to retrieve the condom from within, I held it between my lips as I reached back into the drawer and collected the small bottle of lube.
I sat back on his thighs and opened the condom wrapper before sliding it over his length; I felt Klaus's hands on my hips, keeping me close to him. I then uncapped the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount into my palm before stroking his length. I bit my lower lip and looked up at him through my lashes.
"Do you like that?" I whispered as he moaned, "Do you want more?"
Klaus smirked at me. "You know what I want, love."
I bit my lower lip and nodded my head as I continued to stroke his cock in my hand; as I lowered myself onto him, he gripped my hips, holding me in place. I squeezed my eyes shut as I adjusted to him and his girth yet again. Klaus was bigger than Tyler ever was, not just a little, but a lot.
"Easy, love." He whispered as I slowly began to move against him.
I nodded my head as I felt the tightness in my belly begin to unwind as I found a rhythm with him. Klaus ran his hands up my thighs before moving them back down to my hips. I bit my lower lip as I moved faster and harder against him. I reached behind me and placed my hands on his thighs as I bounced up and down on his cock.
"Caroline," He groaned my name as his left hand slid up my stomach and caressed my breast as the other remained on my hip, guiding me as I rode him. "You are incredible."
I bit my lower lip and giggled as I moved my hands to rest on his chest, my fingers grazing over his abs as I continued to move against him. I pressed my lips together hard as I continued to fight against the occasional ache from riding his impressive length, but it was his girth that was really giving me a workout this morning. Klaus brought his fingers to his lips, coating them before bringing them between my legs, where we were joined, and he began to rub my clit in a circular motion.
"Oh god," I moaned as I arched my back. "Oh fuck."
"Say it," he demanded, his voice deeper as he thrust his hips up to meet mine. "Say it, love."
I nodded my head as I closed my eyes, my mind going blank as I continued to ride him, my body craving release.
"Klaus!" I moaned his name.
"Again!" He ordered, his fingers rubbing my clit faster and harder. "Again, Caroline!"
"Oh god," I moaned as I felt my walls contracting around him; I couldn't fight it any longer. "Fuck! Klaus!"
Klaus leaned up from the mattress, bringing my chest to his as I gripped the headboard to keep myself steady. He kissed me deeply as he continued to thrust up into me.
"You're so tight, my tight, sexy wife." He moaned against my lips.
I nodded my head; it felt like a dream, but it wasn't. I was here with him; he was my husband.
"Oh my god, you're so thick." I whispered into his hot ear, his hair dripping with as much sweat as mine was.
I paused my thrusts to his disappointment; I bit my lower lip and gripped the back of his head with both hands.
"What are you thinking?" He asked as his fingers slowly teased my clit.
I couldn't look him in the eye and say it; I brought my lips back to his ear. "How about reverse cowgirl?" I whispered.
Klaus groaned and nodded his head as he kissed me hard before I slid myself up from him. I stood up on the mattress, blowing him a kiss before turning around. I flipped my hair back and looked over my shoulder at him and bit my lower lip before giving my right cheek a slap. Klaus gripped my waist, pulling me down onto his length as he thrust his hips up to meet me. I placed my hands on his thighs as I leaned forward and began to grind against him as he thrust deep inside of me.
I wanted to give him what he needed; I shook my ass and slowly twerked for him; he groaned and squeezed my ass as he fucked me hard, my legs shaking from the intense pleasure. Within a few minutes he was kneeling behind me and giving it to me from behind, regaining control; he was, after all, the ultimate dominant in the bedroom.
And I loved it.
I moaned and gripped the bed sheets as he fucked me hard. I moved my right hand between my legs and began to rub my clit; I could feel him stretching my walls further and further.
"I can't—" I moaned as I felt a second orgasm building.
I heard Klaus groan; I knew he was close to climaxing too. "Yes, you can."
I bit my lower lip as I rubbed my clit harder; Klaus gripped my hair and pulled me up against him.
"Come on," he whispered as he continued to fuck me. "I want to hear you scream."
I moaned and gasped; I'd never been fucked this hard before. Never in my life had I experienced this kind of pleasure. I could feel him throbbing deep inside of me as he held me in place against him, his hands on my breast.
"Someone might hear us." I whispered; I was barely able to form words with how good he was giving it to me.
Klaus leaned down and kissed my neck. "Good." He whispered into my ear.
"Oh god," I moaned as I closed my eyes. "Oh god!"
"That's what you need, isn't it?" Klaus asked as he gave my cheeks a slap.
I nodded my head, "Yes!"
I knew he was enjoying being the first to ever make me experience a g-spot orgasm; I gripped his arm as he began to fuck me even harder; he groaned and gripped my hair as I felt my body convulse from the pleasure.
"Caroline!" He groaned as he came inside of me, his hips moving fast and hard against my ass, his hands gripping my waist, keeping me in place as he fucked me through his own orgasm.
I closed my eyes and fell forward onto the bed; Klaus groaned but immediately got up out of bed following it.
"Seriously?" I whispered, "How can you still be so full of energy after that?"
Klaus smirked as he looked down at me from the foot of the bed. "It's almost nine."
"Exactly." I replied as I moved towards the headboard. "Come back to bed."
I watched as Klaus looked away from me before he turned his back on me to head into the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Until you give me the schedule, I don't know." He called from inside.
I sighed and walked over to our luggage, grabbing one of his shirts and sliding it on before joining him in the bathroom.
"Can we talk?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around him and rested my cheek against his bare back.
He turned on the shower before turning around to face me. "About?"
I bit my lower lip; this was the time, the time to tell him. But he had that look in his eye that told me he wasn't in the mood, but when was he?
"Never mind." I replied with a smile as I pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
Klaus reached out and slid his fingers through my hair as he kissed my forehead.
"Tonight," he whispered, "We'll talk tonight."
"You won't be here." I reminded him.
Klaus held my face between his hands. "Come here." He said before he kissed me hard.
I moaned and pulled back from the kiss. "I love you." I whispered; I wanted him to say it back, but he didn't; instead, he stepped into the shower, leaving me alone.
I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair as I took a step backwards; I had been an idiot to think I could tell him about college. We'd just barely escaped Mystic Falls, and already I was going to become a student while he built an empire? How could that possibly work? I'd been so focused on the positive that I hadn't really allowed myself to think of the negative aspects of what this would do to our relationship.
I opened the glass panel door of the shower, and Klaus looked over his shoulder at me. "I'll meet with April and Elena today, and I'll text you the schedule later this evening."
Klaus ran his hand over the top of his head. "Don't make me say it, love."
"Say what?" I asked before pressing my lips together, "It's too early to—"
"Put her on the schedule." He interrupted.
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. "She doesn't deserve it."
"Caroline," he began, "I'm not getting into this with you. I want you to put her on the schedule."
"Fine," I said as I began to shut the door. "But for the record, I'm not going to be the one dealing with the backlash of it. So get ready for that."
Klaus turned around and placed his hand on the glass door before sliding it open. "Do I need to remind you that it was you who came to me asking for this?"
"I signed up for Elena and April," I told him. "Nothing about her being here is making any sense."
Klaus rolled his eyes. "This isn't a debate."
I shook my head and laughed, "Of course it isn't. When does it ever matter what I think?"
Klaus looked away from me. "What?"
"When?" I repeated, "It doesn't matter what I think or how I feel about it. This is your plan, so everyone else can suck it up and deal with it."
Klaus shook his head. "You're being dramatic."
I nodded my head. "Well, at least I'm honest."
"Enough, Caroline!"
"It's your way or—"
"This is what we agreed! That the running of my houses, the schedule, and everyday issues were between the three of you. The power, the overall say, was and shall always be mine."
"And you've decided she's your fiancée?" I asked as I felt tears in my eyes.
I didn't want to fight with him; I didn't want to do this when I didn't have the information I needed. And I needed to know why he had agreed to do this.
"She is," he replied simply.
I sighed "Fine, but like I said, you're not just married to me."
"Elena and April can decide for themselves if they will live by my rules or not."
"Since when does anyone tell you no?"
"Well, you certainly didn't this morning, or yesterday for that matter." He said as he looked me over, his gaze lingering on my bare legs.
I looked away from him and cleared my throat before looking back at him. "Fine, I'll put her on the schedule."
"Thank you."
I nodded my head before I walked back out of the bathroom; I slid off the shirt and threw it back into the luggage before going to the dresser and picking out an outfit. I dressed quickly; I was so angry that I could feel tears stinging my eyes. I didn't want Klaus to see me crying, so I hurried out of the room. I made my way downstairs and straight into the kitchen; I unlocked the patio door like I did every morning first before I collected a glass to get a drink of water. When I got to the sink, I heard the sound of splashing water outside, and I looked out the window to see April out in her pool swimming laps. As I tidied up the kitchen from last night's almost dinner, I finished my water and quickly poured myself another.
I heard Klaus enter the kitchen behind me, and I could immediately smell the cologne he was wearing. He walked over to me, kissing my cheek from behind before I brought the glass up to my lips again. He slid open the patio doors and shut them behind him before making his way over towards the pool wearing his tailored black suit and dark blue shirt. I watched him as he walked around to the other side of the pool so April would see him as she came up for air on the other side.
I saw April from behind as she came up out of the water, and he bent down to her level. He spoke with her briefly, and I felt a pang of jealousy when something she said made him laugh. He brought his hand beneath her chin and gently lifted her head up to face him before he smiled at her before he leaned in and kissed her lips, and they lingered there for a moment longer than necessary. Klaus left April's side, who returned to her swimming, and I watched him retrieve his keys from his pockets before letting himself into his house with Elena through the patio doors.
When Klaus hadn't stepped out after five minutes, I finally forced myself to step away from the window.
I told Klaus I wanted boundaries, and yet here I was invading his. I shook my head as I walked away from the kitchen and up the stairs to our bedroom. I'd given him what he wanted in bed, and yet I couldn't tell him what I needed for my new life. This time I wasn't watching; I was just opening the blinds when I caught sight of him leaving Elena's house, his thumb tracing his lower lip as he stepped outside. I shook my head as he didn't turn back towards my house but instead turned right and began to head towards Vickie's instead.
Klaus Mikaelson
I could still taste Elena's lips on mine as I stepped out of our house, glancing over at April in the pool before I turned and headed toward my new property. I once again used my own keys to unlock the house and step inside, only this time I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know Vickie Donavan; I didn't know her habits or the way she lived her life. But if she was going to be around, she was going to learn my standards and the way I wanted things done in my homes. If she wanted to be here, then she was going to have to adjust quickly. I closed and locked the door behind me. Why? Because I knew that Elena was already trying to push the boundaries we had agreed upon. She, like Caroline, wanted answers about Vickie, and I wasn't going to give them. April, on the other hand, was trying to make the best out of our lives here. She was still so innocent, so uncertain of who I was and who she was to me. Even this morning, by the pool, she'd confessed she'd been thinking about my tongue between her legs.
My sweet girl had blushed; she hadn't even been able to look me in the eye and say it. That's why I kissed her in that moment; I gave her a little taste of what I wanted to do to her in that moment. I delighted in her inexperience, but she was ready to explore her sexuality with me; she wanted to give it to me. But my sweet girl didn't understand yet how intense our physical relationship would be with time. I was going to take my time; I was going to savor her and all of her firsts. I'd tasted her only once, but she had tasted far too good for me to stop there. And if April could blush over telling me she enjoyed oral sex, I couldn't imagine what she'd think if she knew how many times I'd imagined fucking her since first meeting her.
I didn't know how to be a polygamist. Still, after all these months, I didn't compare what I had from each of them, nor did I imagine any of them while I was with another. Shockingly, I'd remained rather gentlemanlike. I'd kept my hands to myself for a long time with Elena; despite my cravings, I hadn't taken April's virginity, and despite the amount of occasions I had with Caroline, I'd never risked another wife seeing us together. I'd done everything the right way, not the way I would have it but rather the way it needed to be for now. But things were changing now; I was fucking both Elena and Caroline, and things were moving quicker between April and me.
But that wasn't the biggest change of all, not one of them what Vickie desired from me. I hadn't told them that on the first night Vickie entered our lives, she'd whispered to me how she wanted me to fuck her when we got to Utah. She didn't want my mouth or my fingers; she wanted me to slide my cock into her and fuck her hard. Vickie wanted me to take her body and own it like I did with my wives. That's what she'd asked of me, and I'd agreed, but I hadn't done it. I'd gotten her to Utah; I had to make her believe that I believed her threats, and I was successful. Now that we were here, I would design a barrier strong enough that the other side wouldn't see past it.
As I walked through the kitchen, I noted the empty countertops; she'd gone shopping with the girls, so I didn't understand why she hadn't unpacked. I paused hearing something from upstairs; I made my way out of the kitchen and towards the staircase in the second sitting room, where there were boxes along with plastic-covered sofas inside. I made my way up the stairs slowly, as the sounds became clearer with each step. It wasn't talking; it was moaning, but I could only hear a single heartbeat upstairs. I made my way down the long hallway towards the master bedroom, pausing at the gap in the doorway where the door had been left open.
I felt my cock twitch in my pants as I watched Vickie masturbating on the bed; she was facing away from me, her ass in the air as she moaned. Just when I was about to tell her to cut it out and that I wasn't impressed by her little display, I stopped. It was then I heard the faint sound of music, vibrating from the nude-toned headphone pieces in her ears. She wasn't giving me a show; she genuinely thought she was alone; she was pleasuring herself. I opened my mouth to speak, to alert her of my presence, when she flipped over onto her back and spread her legs wide for me to see her fingering herself. She had to be doing this on purpose; she knew I was here; she had to know. But her eyes were tightly shut; she was focused on bringing herself to climax as her fingers moved faster inside of her.
I couldn't stop watching; my body was responding to seeing her in such a way. I knew that if I just stood here watching, I'd come in my pants, and I didn't want that. But I didn't want to stop watching either; this was hot, even I couldn't deny it. I kept myself behind the door; I'd move at hybrid speed if I had to get out of her line of sight. This was what she was talking about; it was the hybrid within me that had me aroused in that moment. It was because she wanted to be mine; she wanted to submit to me like this.
I watched her fingers, her coated fingers, moving in and out of her sex, my cock growing harder when I noticed how wet she was. That's when she added a third finger; she moaned louder as she rubbed her clit with her thumb as her fingers moved in and out of her pussy. She wasn't talking, mentioning any names; she was just moaning and focusing on her center. When she came, she rolled over onto her knees again and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed before spreading her legs apart. I watched her as she slid the pillow beneath her and began to rock against it; she brought her fingers back between her legs as she rubbed herself as she rode the pillow.
I closed my eyes as I felt pre-cum drip out of my cock; I didn't want to be this hard for Vickie; I didn't want to want her the way I did in that moment. The man I was before would have entered the room and slammed the door shut behind me to get her attention, then unzipped as she begged for answers as to why I was here. I would have fucked her raw until I was satisfied, only to do it again and again. I would have done it again until she was screaming my name and clawing at my chest until I bled.
But that wasn't what was going to happen here; I wasn't going to touch Vickie or any of them like that. It was too risky; it was too close to the way things were before. I could control myself around Caroline and Elena, but I wasn't sure I could do it with Vickie.
I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling above me. I had to control myself; I had to get a handle on myself. I wasn't that man anymore; I was no longer Klaus Mikaelson, the hybrid with the uncontrollable sex drive and lust for blood.
I heard Vickie moaning louder; I knew she was close to orgasm. I turned away and made my way to the staircase. I couldn't watch, but I had to listen; of that, I had no other choice. I closed my eyes with both my hands gripping the handrail of the staircase when I heard her moan, when I heard the sound of her orgasm. Of hearing her fingers slapping her lips and clit repeatedly as she came.
"Fuck." I mouthed as I leaned forward, resting my forehead against the wall.
I wanted to be with one of my wives; I wanted to make them come; I wanted to taste their cum on my tongue; I wanted to bury myself inside of them. But I couldn't, not today, not when I needed to regain my control.
I left the house, hearing her upstairs as she came down from her high.
She would never know I was there.
Elena Mikaelson
"April must have picked them up yesterday," I told Caroline as we stood together in her sitting room cutting off the shrink wrap from her sofa. "They must be at their place." I added.
"He never mentioned he even handed them in." Caroline said.
"Can I have this yogurt?" April called from somewhere in the kitchen.
"It's fine; I'm going to make some lunch anyway."
April came in carrying a box of cereal. "You're gonna cook?" she asked Caroline in delight.
Caroline chuckled. "Yeah, why are you really that hungry?"
April just shrugged and took a small mouthful of cereal right from the box.
"I'm leaving." Klaus announced as he entered from the kitchen, finding us all together.
April, the nearest to him, turned around and whispered something into his ear that made him lock eyes with her before quickly kissing her once. He patted her ass, which I looked away from while Caroline just didn't seem to take note of it at all.
"Did you need anything today?" I asked Klaus, turning towards him as I did.
Klaus smiled at me, his eyes slowly making their way up my body, while his back was to April and Caroline.
"What's wrong, darling? Nothing better to do with your time." Klaus said for my benefit.
He knew I didn't want April or Caroline suspecting how close we were becoming; the tension between us had to remain as strong as it was before Utah.
"Actually, I was thinking I could go shopping or something. Spend your money." I shot back.
"Alright, please." Caroline said.
I looked over at Caroline, who wasn't looking our way but shaking her head at witnessing another fight between us.
"No, it's fine, Caroline," I said. "It's just another reminder that he doesn't hear anyone but you."
"Elena, that's not fair." April spoke up, but I didn't acknowledge her.
Klaus stepped towards me, his face stern as he wrapped his hand around my elbow. "Let's discuss this outside."
"You're not—" Caroline stopped when Klaus began to gently bring me with him towards the kitchen in the direction of the garage connecting door.
I was smiling as we exited the sitting room, when I knew Caroline and April couldn't see us anymore. Even before we got to the garage door, Klaus had brought his hand down from my elbow and was holding it in his own, his thumb tracing the back of my hand.
We exited the house through the garage, where Klaus shut the door behind us. He brought his hand up and began to trace my cheek with his fingertips, smiling at me as he did so.
"Why must you be so difficult?" Klaus said loudly enough for Caroline to be able to hear.
I smiled as he brought me over towards his car; he opened the driver's side and switched on the engine to mask our voices.
"What are you doing to me?" Klaus asked, wrapping his hand around my wrist and bringing it down to his crotch.
I smiled as I felt him hard beneath his trousers. "I don't know what you're talking about." I told him trying not to bite my lip in anticipation.
"I can't stop thinking about you. About what I still plan to do to you."
I swallowed hard and looked away from him, my body reacting to his words as I felt wetness pool between my legs.
"I've never been more attracted to a woman in my life, Elena," he continued. "Never."
I looked back into his eyes as he leaned closer to me, pressing his forehead against mine. "What are we going to do?" I whispered.
Klaus kissed the side of my mouth before whispering back, "I'm going to get us alone, together."
I shook my head. "I can't think of anything else."
"Don't think," he said, kissing the corner of my mouth. "Feel."
He tilted my head up and kissed me, and then it was different this time; he wasn't holding back like he was before. His tongue slid past my lips, his teeth grazing my bottom lip before he kissed me deeper. When his tongue slipped past my lips, I felt my knees go weak. I'd never felt like this with anyone before; I'd never had the chance to be free with anyone like this.
"Let me," I begged as I pulled back from his lips. "Please." I added as my hand reached for the button of his trousers.
Klaus looked down at me with dark eyes; he opened his mouth to say something, but I quickly moved down to my knees and unzipped his pants before freeing his cock from his boxers.
"Elena." Klaus moaned as I wrapped my hand around his length and took him into my mouth.
"Quickly," Klaus moaned as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, licking the underside of his shaft before taking him deeper. "God, your mouth, your fucking mouth." He groaned.
I looked up at him, feeling how much bigger he was now inside my mouth; I moved faster as I gripped him harder and felt his cock throb inside my mouth.
"Fuck, I'm so close," Klaus moaned. "I need to fuck you; I need to fuck that perfect little cunt."
His words encouraged me to move faster, to take him as deep as I could until I felt his cock twitch inside my mouth. He came with gritted teeth, not risking saying my name out loud.
When I took him out of my mouth, I looked up at him as he tucked himself back into his pants; he helped me to my feet and zipped up his pants before looking up at me with a smile.
"You've got to stop doing that," Klaus whispered, his hands still on my hips. "I might have to fuck you hard to teach you a lesson."
I smirked, "Is that a promise?"
"Oh yes, darling," he said. "That's a promise."
Klaus got into his car and rolled down the window.
"Do you know when my night is?" I asked him.
Klaus smirked. "No, why?"
I bit my lower lip. "I don't think I can wait. Do you think maybe this afternoon you could stop by—"
"No, we don't do that."
"Just once?"
Klaus licked his lower lip. "I want to, but we agreed to set the rules."
"But what if we just—"
"Elena," he cut me off. "I can't do this again," he looked down. "Not to them," he added before locking eyes with me.
"Okay," I whispered.
Klaus drove off without looking back at me once, and I returned inside only to find April alone as she studied an ornament of Caroline's.
"Do you think this is real crystal?" she asked me as I approached her.
That's when I took a closer look. I wasn't an expert; if anything, I was far from it, and yet something about it had my attention.
"Because it's really," April paused "Freaking heavy," she whispered as if she had said a bad word.
I kept my eyes on it between her hands. "It's real," I said as the realization hit hard. "It belongs to Klaus," I said before clenching my fists. "Looks like he's decided to keep his best things here."
"Oh," April said, setting it back down on the side table. "Do you think it's expensive?"
"Probably," I said before glancing around. "Where's Caroline?"
"Down in the basement getting bubble wrap." April said before Caroline returned that second.
"Why are you guys fighting this morning? What happened?" Caroline asked, returning with her hands.
"We're not fighting." April said, and I rolled my eyes at her ignorance.
I looked over at Caroline. "We just had a disappointment when we came over this morning." I lied.
"Oh? What happened?" April asked.
"Nothing, I just wasn't expecting him."
"He comes over every morning," April replied.
I panicked and quickly responded, "Well, I was getting dressed. Okay?"
"Oh," April said. "Sorry," she added.
I looked over at Caroline. "What?"
"Nothing." She said she was engaged in her unpacking.
"What is it?" I asked.
Caroline put both hands on her hips, then, "I shouldn't have asked," she said to my relief. "I wouldn't expect you to answer me so," she stopped and shrugged. "I'm sorry," she added.
I nodded, "Yeah, I'm sorry too. It's just been," I paused, "I don't know, a hectic few days."
"You don't have to tell us anything," Caroline said. "I just wanted you to know that we're here for you," she added before returning to her task.
I stood there for a moment longer as they continued to unpack Caroline's home. I felt bad, but I also couldn't tell them the truth, at least not yet. Klaus had masked what we had done, but what we had done was weighing heavily on me now.
"Do you have the schedule ready?" I asked to Caroline's surprise.
"Why, did he say something?" Caroline asked.
"No, I just figured it would be a good idea." I replied.
"Because if he said something—"
"He didn't."
"Okay," Caroline folded the bubble wrap between her hands. "I should have this room unpacked for around eleven. Let's meet around twelve."
"Why can't we just talk now?" April asked.
Caroline didn't look her way; she just paused what she was doing.
I sighed heavily. "Because we're not all here," I said, and Caroline glanced at me. "That's why." I added before turning and heading out of the house without another word.
I didn't want to get into a fight with April or Caroline; I just had so much on my mind, and I didn't need any extra pressure right now. I did the right thing, though. I didn't go to my house; I fought against everything inside of me and made my way over to Vickie's house instead. I thought about knocking, how I didn't knock when going into April or Caroline's place but how it was different with her. I stopped outside the patio doors and peered inside at the empty home; it looked like no one lived here. Regardless, I knocked and waited.
I couldn't hear anything, so I knocked again before stepping back from the door when I saw Vickie appearing then. Her hair was up in a towel; she wasn't wearing the same clothes as the night she appeared, instead a pair of heels, black skinny jeans, and a white lace top.
"What?" She asked after sliding the door open, "What is it?"
"Uh," I stopped and shook my head. "Did you go shopping?"
"Online, you should try it." She teased before attempting to close the door.
I stopped her, raising my hand out in time. "I have to talk to you."
"About?"
I huffed, "Look, this can be uncomfortable all you want, but at twelve we were hoping you could come over to Caroline's house."
Vickie looked across the yards. "The maroon house? Why? You got a trap for me?"
"No," I said, shaking my head. "We're having a meeting."
"A meeting about what?"
"Just—"
"About me?"
I sighed and stepped back from the door. "Vickie, look, it's just a meeting about everything. Klaus won't be there; it'll be just us. If you don't want to come, then fine, but we're asking you to."
"Why?"
"Because it's something the three of us do daily to keep everything in line, and if you're going to be," I paused and swallowed hard, "I mean, if you're staying, then we'll need you there."
She crossed her arms slowly. "You know he hasn't been here, right? Not since the first night we got here. If that answers any burning questions."
I nodded. "Look, just please think about it. Okay?" I said before turning and walking away.
"Elena!" I stopped and turned around to face her. "If this is about him, tell him no."
"Like I said, it's not about him." I told her before walking off once more.
"Then what is it?"
"Life." I called back to her.
Caroline Mikaelson
Despite the unpacking I still had to do, there was a much more pressing matter at hand. Elena, April, and I had been doing these meetings since we first moved in; it was almost to the point of being a daily occurrence for us. At first, sure, they were beyond awkward; we always had to make sure Klaus was out of the house to ensure we could just talk and be truthful amongst ourselves.
The schedule had always been in our control, but I made all of the overall calls. I had created the first-ever week, then went on to do the first month, and it had all worked like a ticking clock, strangely. I thought there would be a lot of teething issues at first. I imagined Klaus and Elena not wanting to share a house, let alone be on a schedule with one another. But we had adjusted and powered through like we had with everything else that came our way since we left Mystic Falls.
The meetings were always held at my house; I didn't prepare a meal for it, not so much as a salad. I would make a pot of coffee and arrange the necessary cups on the table and nothing beyond.
Elena arrived promptly as usual, wearing a different perfume, which I noted immediately along with her tight jeans and white blouse. She sat down to my left and began to arrange her own notes.
"April." She and I whispered together, our eyes never leaving our work, as we heard her race in a few minutes late.
"I thought she might have bet me here." April whispered loudly to us as she sat down to my right and caught her breath.
Elena poured herself a coffee while April sipped her bottle of water. After a minute or two, we all paused at the sound of the patio door sliding open in the kitchen. I gave Elena and April both the same look of caution before turning to the doorway as Vickie walked in.
"I see someone is still the little organizer," Vickie remarked as she slid out the chair beside April. "Great place, Caroline." She mocked as she took her seat.
"Thanks." I said it flatly, forcing a smile to my face.
I still had so many questions over seeing Vickie dropping her towel in front of Klaus that night.
I felt certain that I was the only one who witnessed it, but if I was wrong and Elena or April had seen it too, I needed to know so I could address it in private and get it over with.
"So let's get started," I said, opening up my notebook and addressing my list. "Someone needs to get quotes for the fence." I said.
"I'll take that one," Elena said, picking up her pen and making a note, "I'll do it tomorrow."
"Ok," I said, checking it off my list. "We need to get the pool filters sorted." I said to April, who nodded as she wrote it down on her own piece of paper.
"I can do that one."
I nodded. "Ok, anything else from him?" I asked.
"He's asked me to pick up a few things, but I have the list at my place." April said.
With Vickie looking around the room at my boxes, I saw Elena give me a nod from the corner of my eye.
"Um, Vickie, do you want to handle that for him?" I asked, turning to her, "Since you're now." I paused, "With us."
Vickie looked over at me. "You're gonna trust me to do that?"
I had to say it. "It's not about trust; he's going to be your husband too." I said.
Vickie smirked, "Whatever, yeah, I'll do it."
"Well I'm just saying, Klaus is making the effort. He was at your place this morning just like he did with April and Elena." I pointed out.
I watched her brows furrowed "Okay first off, no he wasn't and second, spy much?"
Why was she acting like I had no idea what I was talking about? He was at her place.
"He asked me to pick up his stuff," April whispered. "I have his list-"
"You know what?" I interrupted her. "I'm sure Klaus will understand; I mean, we're all here together now." I gave a quick glance to the others, who seemed to agree or at least accept it for now.
"Ok, we need to get those home security guys out soon," Elena said beside me before making a note. "I'll handle that one too; I'll let him know when," she paused to glance at Vickie before looking at me. "When it's my day."
I nodded. "Yeah, that's fine." I agreed.
Vickie turned towards Elena; then, she didn't say anything, just turned to her and looked her up and down before smirking and turning back to me.
"So that's sorted." I said, turning the page of my notebook.
Vickie chuckled, "Jesus Christ, what's next? Group therapy?"
I closed my notebook and folded my hands together on the table. "Look, you made it clear that you were staying," I said. "But there are things we all have to consider now," I paused, "now that there's five of us." I added.
"So, is this where we all talk about our feelings, or are we done?" Vickie asked.
"Look, I'm trying to make this work," I said to Vickie. "So maybe you should try too."
"And I'm not trying to?" Vickie shot back.
"No hot dates planned with Klaus, Elena?" Vickie asked mockingly.
Elena looked her way. "My marriage-"
"You're not married to him anymore, remember."
"I will be again soon, not that it matters," Elena locked eyes with her. "I'm still his second wife in his eyes," she added.
Vickie shook her head. "You really do think you're special, don't you?"
"Enough," I said before they two could rip into each other.
I looked to April, "What about the air conditioner for your house, remember?"
April shifted uncomfortably in her seat; she had never been one for tension.
"I'll ask Klaus about that one; the last guy I got quotes from seemed like a time waster." April said softly.
"Ok," I nodded before turning my attention back to my list. "The lawn; he'll need more time now that there are four properties."
"Wait a second," Vickie said, causing us to look her way. "He lays the lawn himself? But he's rich, right?"
Elena, April, and I exchanged a glance before looking her way.
"He likes to do it himself," Elena told her. "It's how he makes his efforts to be more human."
"But he doesn't want to be human; he's a freaking hybrid for a reason; he didn't settle for werewolf or vampire; he had to make himself all powerful and everything."
Elena leaned forward and stared hard at Vickie. "He also chose the three of us; he didn't sign up for you." She stated it firmly.
I closed my notebook and retrieved my copy of this month's schedule.
"Okay, so," I paused to look at Vickie. "The less mocking about this the better," I told her before I continued, "We have a schedule; we rota our days with Klaus. Every month we'll each get two nights with him each. There are never any long weekends, no switching, no complaints. Nothing." I said.
Vickie shrugged "Whatever, he'll tell me when he wants to see me." she smirked.
"That's not how it works." April said
Vickie narrowed her eyes at her. "What do you mean?"
"Caroline takes care of the schedule for us, for Klaus, I mean." April told her.
"Wait a minute, why?" Vickie asked, looking between the three of us.
I looked down at my copy of the schedule. "It's an uncomfortable thing to do; it doesn't mean I get more days with him. I just organize it each month, and I'm the one who has to tell Klaus where he sleeps each week. So, it's not a big deal."
"So what happens?" Vickie asks.
Elena sighs "Say, for example, it's April's night with him. Klaus would come back in that day; to the outside world, he is married to Caroline. He parks at Caroline's house, comes in through her house," Elena paused, looking between us. "He always takes a few minutes, seeing us before he heads over to the house he's spending the night at."
Elena was holding it together better than I hoped.
"So that's why you guys just randomly walk across each other's backyards and never use the front doors." Vickie said.
"Polygamy is illegal." I reminded her.
Vickie leaned her elbows on the table. "So, when he wakes up the next morning, it's someone else's day?"
April tucked her hair back. "The next person's day starts with him at nine a.m. Only we know all this, to the outside world, Klaus just rents to you, me and Elena."
Vickie huffed "So, what are you saying? I'm not allowed to call him if he's not at my house thatnight." She asked.
I shook my head "No, but you can't expect him to handle anything for you when it's someone else's night." I explained.
Vickie looked across the table at my paperwork. "So, tell us where he's at this week." She demanded.
I sighed "Okay," I said before taking a deep inhale. "Tonight, he's at Elena's house; tomorrow is my day; the following day he'll be back at Elena's."
"Wait, how is that fair?" Vickie interrupted.
"It all ties together, if you would let me finish."
"Fine."
"Then he's with April, and," I paused, looking between Elena and April before looking to Vickie. "It's your first double night with him." I finished.
Vickie smirked, "Is that right?"
Elena tapped my foot under the table.
"It's the only way the schedule worked, so yeah, this weekend, on Saturday and Sunday. He's at your place both nights." I told Vickie.
"Are we done?" Vickie asked with a sigh.
"Not yet; we still need to discuss the neighbors."
Vickie stood up. "I get it; I can't be seen with him; I'm just his tenant, and that's that." She said as she began to walk out of the room.
I didn't say anything until I heard the patio door slide shut in the kitchen.
"Well, that went as well as a car crash." I said
Tyler Lockwood
I've always done what needed to be done.
All my life, my father had emphasized the importance of duty, honor, and integrity. But the idea of hurting the innocent was too much of a cross to bear, even if it brought Caroline back into my life. And so I couldn't bring myself to do what Damon had in Vegas that night. The witch who cast the spell had told Damon only the number of lives it would take in order to cause the change in time. I'd left the room the second the time came to hear it, because I was too much of a coward to hear it.
Damon had been gone for hours; I'd thrown up in our hotel room seven times during the time he was gone. I didn't want to know how many lives he had taken or how he had done it. Just the reality that it was being done at all made me want to die. Damon had warned me to never tell Elena how long it took; he said he would tell her what needed to be done but that he never planned to tell her just how many lives it had cost. He was in love with her, his brother's girlfriend, and he had robbed innocent people of their lives in order to bring her back into his life.
When the spell worked, when the date and time on my phone proved it to me, I had snuck out of sight after compelling the paramedics into not taking me to the hospital. Seeing Caroline and Elena, knowing they were home and safe, was all I needed for what came next. While I imagined Damon content in being in the same room as Elena again, I had shifted my priorities. I had seen Caroline was alive, and that had fueled the hybrid within me and given me the strength I needed to ensure she would stay that way.
Knowing what I knew now about the hunter, I knew exactly where to find him; that's how I was able to find him that same morning. He had come back from the memorial after his failed attempt to expose us, and I had been waiting in his motorhome for him. I'd gotten the jump on him, knocked him out before he even had a chance to respond. I wasn't proud of myself; this wasn't about anything else but right and wrong, and he needed to die. That was what was right. I couldn't bring back Caroline and just allow this guy to roam Mystic Falls. He was a threat to all of us, and I needed to do what was necessary for all of us.
I'd taken him down to the tomb, dragged him into the deepest, darkest corner of it, and left him there. I didn't want him to wake up; I didn't want to hear his screams of pain; I just wanted him to die. I'd brought gasoline from his motorhome; I couldn't even look down at him as I poured it over his face and body; I let it spill out as I backed out of the tomb towards the door. I'd lit the match and threw it before I allowed myself even a moment's doubt. I thought I'd be able to close the stone door over before the flames got to him. But he must have woken up before the fire could reach him.
I heard him.
I heard him scream; it was piercing and horrific, and the guilt hit me like a truck.
I couldn't move; I couldn't bring myself to run and distance myself from the sound. I'd crashed to the floor and covered my ears like a child hiding from a thunderstorm as the screams rang out. They echoed around me as I cried harder than I ever had before. I could feel the warmth of the fire on my face from where I sat by the tomb door.
I was frozen to the spot for hours, but it hadn't felt that way, just mere minutes to me. When I did manage to bring myself up the old stone steps to the forest again, it was morning. I couldn't believe it; the sounds of screams were gone and replaced by the innocence of the morning birds singing in the trees.
I walked away; I didn't turn around or look back once. I drove back into town; I didn't want to see the faces of the people who I knew, not even Caroline's. I wanted to go home and change out of my smokey clothes; I wanted to sleep for a week and wake up like the last few hours had been nothing more than a dream. When I got home, I showered, poured myself a drink from my mom's study, and went upstairs to my room to finally check my phone.
The only missed calls were from Stefan.
With one text message from him asking if I had seen Elena.
Klaus Mikaelson
I was stuck in traffic on my way back into Sandy that evening, total gridlock to the point where I was doing paperwork on my lap and catching up on everything I hadn't had time for that day. I'd text Caroline that I was running late, and she said she was out running and would call me when she had a chance. She always seemed to enjoy a strong workout, which I appreciated, seeing as it meant she kept herself in such good shape for me.
"Come on, baby." I complained, seeing April had used the wrong credit card when I reviewed the bank statements on my tablet, groaning when I then noted I saw she'd bought a microwave but nothing necessary such as a stove or a fridge. "We talked about this." I whispered.
Along with my emails to check, I'd also grabbed my mail from my house with Elena. There were a few things that needed my attention, items she had told me she bought and that she needed my assistance with. But there was something just like April's that was rather unexpected. There was a letter from a doctor's practice, from the office of Dr. Lisa Stevenson, who had sent me a bill for a consultation she had with Elena. This practice was certainly keen when it came to clerical duties; Elena had apparently only seen this doctor yesterday after all.
There were no details as to what the appointment had consisted of, but my interest certainly was piqued. Since I had access to all of my wife's accounts, it didn't take too long for me to pull up Elena's records to find she had used one of her credit cards yesterday. She'd made a few purchases at some boutiques but also made a purchase at a pharmacy.
What was going on with her now?
By the time I got back home, it was after ten, and I was fried. Construction would begin over the next few weeks, but before it could begin, I had to do all the work I'd spent the last few months doing all over again. Bringing in the same architects, investors, contractors, and management team and pretending I didn't already know them when I did. I was staring through my head by the time I pulled my car into the driveway; I had gotten the documents for Caroline that afternoon for the station wagon. It was hers yet again, and she would have no problem proving that now.
I collected my suit jacket, phone, tablet, and papers from the car, taking them with me and placing all but my phone onto the first countertop when I entered the kitchen. The lights were off everywhere downstairs, which was typical by the time I got back at night. I left everything about the store on the counter, taking only my jacket and phone with me as I made my way out. I retrieved my keys from my trouser pocket, locking the house when I got outside again. Caroline hadn't called as she said she would about the schedule, but I doubted I was at hers for a second night in a row, and so I made my way towards April's.
I paused when I heard water splashing across from me; I hadn't even noted that the lights of the pool were on. I looked over to find Vickie swimming lengths in mine and April's pool. When she reached the far end, she came up for air, wiping the water from her face with both hands before turning around in my direction. Her eyes met mine, and immediately I saw her back in response. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at me in fear; not since I came to Utah had I had the pleasure of seeing sheer terror.
It appeared she had gotten the message clear the other night when I told her to keep away from my wives and me. She had been so confident, so eerily calm with the knowledge she had about me until I got my message across. Now twenty-four hours later, and she could barely look me in the eye. She had no idea what I had witnessed this morning; if she did, I suspected I would sense it. The image of her masturbating was not something I was going to be able to forget anytime soon.
She was a nasty, troubling, and vile person, and she was still attractive, especially when she thought no one could see her, when she was naked and vulnerable.
Vickie sank back under the water, and I turned back towards April's house, using my keys to let myself into the dark kitchen. I didn't have to worry about tripping over anything; she didn't have anything; there was nothing here but her suitcases upstairs and my boxes in the garage. I made my way upstairs quietly, not wanting to disturb her. It had been a long day for me, and I just wanted to sleep. It was only the first week of having Vickie in our lives, and I didn't expect things to get any better for a while.
When I got up to the landing, I walked past the bathroom door and made my way to April's bedroom. The room was pitch black, with only the illumination from the pool light outside the backyard giving the room any hint of light at all. I saw a silhouette lying in the bed before me as I kicked off my shoes and unbuckled my belt, removing my tie before placing everything onto the floor. I pulled back the covers and slid down into the bed with her, April immediately moving in closer to my body as she always did when she was asleep.
"Where's Elena?" She asked, her voice croaky with sleep.
My brows knotted, believing she was half asleep as I asked, "What did you say?"
April then groaned and tapped her palm onto my chest. "It's Elena's night; you've got to go." she said clearly as she rolled away from me.
I sat up, my mouth hung open as I stared down at her in disbelief. "What?"
April didn't respond, and I rolled my eyes as I dragged myself out of the bed, retrieving my clothes from the floor, only sliding on my trousers and shoes, leaving behind my shirt as I had a t-shirt on beneath it. I didn't want to wake April again. I just left the room and made my way back downstairs. I'd barely slept at all these past few days, and now I had to sleep in another woman's bed because it was her turn to be with me.
Just like at Caroline's house, I locked the door when I got back outside, but this time I didn't look across at Vickie and give her the satisfaction of my time. I crossed the yards towards my house with Elena, unlocking the door before letting myself inside. I'd never gone into the wrong house before, but then again I'd never not had the schedule to keep me right either. She'd left a few under the cabinet lights on within the kitchen, so I was able to pinch a few grapes, relieved she'd gone food shopping and that April would have another place to snack until I could get her on track at her place. I was about to check the fridge for a drink when I noted Elena's handbag on the kitchen counter and the undeniable neon green packing logo of Ewan's Pharmacy across it.
I swallowed the last grapes in my mouth as I reached into the tissue paper bag and retrieved all its contents. Inside was a box of extra-large condoms, then a box with her name and address printed on the label across it. It was Reclipsen; the sight of it made me crush the box in my palm in mere seconds. They were combination pills. Elena had gotten herself put on the pill and had bought condoms; she was doing everything within her power to ensure I didn't get her pregnant.
I wasn't comparing them, but Caroline had been truthful with me when she had decided to go on the pill. I understood it was fully her choice, but Elena wasn't Caroline. Caroline had been unhappy with Tyler, while Elena had been in love with Stefan and had only very recently begun to engage in physical acts with me, which were developing at an unprecedented pace.
"Bitch." I whispered to myself as I dumped the condoms and the pillbox into the kitchen trash bin before making my way towards the stairs.
I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this angry, if ever.
When I reached the landing, I noticed there was a light coming from the bedroom. The door was open, so I walked in to find Elena was on the bed reading; her hair was in a ponytail, and she was wearing that tight white top I loved so much with matching shorts. Her he shot in my direction as I smacked the door open wide; it was only when she saw the look in my eyes that she seemed to realize something was wrong.
Elena closed her book and dropped it onto the floor by the side of the bed. "Klaus, what's going on?"
I walked around to the end of the bed, keeping my eyes on her. "You tell me."
"I don't know."
I placed my hands on my hips as I stared down at her. "Is there anything you'd like to share?"
Elena sat up on her knees, her expression confused and innocent. "No, what are you talking about?" She asked.
"Did you go to a doctor yesterday?" I asked.
Elena sat back on her heels; she didn't seem bothered by the question, "Yeah, I had an appointment; it's not a crime, is it?" She asked.
I smirked. "I really thought you were getting over this," I shook my head. "You actually had me fooled."
"Klaus—"
"The pill, Elena." I said through gritted teeth, "You're on the pill."
"Oh."
"You're deliberately taking steps to prevent me from having you in the way I want you." I said firmly.
Elena shook her head. "That's not true."
I let out a frustrated laugh. "Don't lie to me."
I watched her cross her arms. "We're getting pretty..regular; I I just wanted to be safe," she shrugged.
I stared back at her. "If you didn't want to risk carrying my little bastards, then you could have just said something."
"Klaus!"
"You were perfectly content with me taking you bareback the other night; what's changed?" I demanded.
"I don't want to have a baby with you, Klaus. Not yet. I'm being smart about this. If I got pregnant then, they'd know we're sleeping together."
"What? Are you ashamed? I hadn't realized that."
"I'm not."
"I'm your husband."
"I know that!"
"So why?"
"Because I don't want them thinking I'm easy like Caro—" Elena stopped herself.
My brows knotted, and I looked at her in confusion. "Caroline?" I repeated.
"I mean, it's not like that." She tried to explain, "I don't want anyone thinking that because they'll start asking questions, Caroline and you got serious really quickly and—"
"Caroline and I are in love." I said, my voice firm, and the truth was brutal.
Elena locked eyes with me, speechless over the fact that I'd admitted it, that I was sleeping with her but I was in love with Caroline and only Caroline.
She shook her head at me. "You pick now to finally be honest?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means I saw Vickie's neck!" Elena snapped
My face fell, my lips parted in shock. "Excuse me?"
"Don't do that; don't lie. Because that only makes it worse."
I turned on my heels and headed for the door.
"Klaus!"
I ignored her and stormed downstairs. I had suspected what I had done to Vickie had left some damage, but for me to cause bruises was something else. I'd never been the type to hurt women, unlike my father, who had shown me the horrors of a caveman. I made my way out of Elena's house, slamming the door behind me before making my way back over to Caroline's house, not wishing to disturb April, who was already struggling without me adding to her worries.
I let myself into Caroline's place and made my way straight up the stairs, finding the bedroom door open and the lights still on inside. Caroline was already looking towards the doorway as I approached, having heard me downstairs apparently.
"Hey," she said, smiling before it faltered. "What's wrong?"
I shook my head at her and took off my trousers.
"No, wait, it's not my night you've—"
"I don't care about the schedule, love." I said firmly.
Caroline chuckled. "Well, too bad. It's Elena's night. I don't care how cold it is; get your little butt—
"Caroline."
Her eyes widened as I began to climb onto the bed. "No, no, no," she said. "What's going on? Why are you in a mood?"
I gently took hold of her wrist when she attempted to scoot away from me. "Because I'm pissed off."
Caroline broke her wrists free of my touch. "No," she said before crossing her arms. "I don't think so."
"Excuse me? Last time I checked, this is still my house." I said.
Caroline shrugged. "I don't care. Go to Elena's."
I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. "It's not as simple as that, love."
"It's her night, not mine. Now go."
"You're kicking me out of my own house?"
"Go." Caroline repeated.
I stared back at her. "Are you—"
"Go." Caroline repeated before turning her attention towards the nightstand, where she flicked off the light.
The room fell into darkness, leaving me staring at her in disbelief. I'd never been treated this way by any woman I'd ever been with. I'd always had the upper hand, always called the shots.
"Fine." I snarled.
I wasn't going back to Elena's house; I refused to disturb or go near April with the way I felt right now, and so that left only one option. The worst option; I couldn't even spend the night in my car because technically it was in the garage of my property with Caroline. I made my way downstairs, checking the pool from the patio doors first to find it empty. I sighed as I made my way out to the bitter cold again, noting how the steam was coming off the water in the pool.
I cut across all three yards to Vickie's house, trying to be as quiet as I could be as I entered through her kitchen. It was dark inside; the only light was coming from the stairwell. I wasn't going to go up there, even though I saw this morning she had purchased a rather impressively sized bed. I made my way towards the second sitting room, where I quietly removed the plastic coating still over her new sofa before I finally sank down into it. It wasn't the most comfortable thing I'd ever slept on, but I didn't have a choice.
It didn't take more than five minutes before I heard very cautious footsteps enter the room. I'd left the light off, but the light from the hallway cast light into the room, and I could see her standing in the doorway. She must have heard someone come in and come down to check who exactly that person was. She knew it was me; I had my back to her, and she couldn't see my face, see that I was wide awake and ready for her to pick a fight. But to my surprise, she simply turned on her heels and headed back upstairs within a minute, without uttering a single word.
She even closed the bedroom door upstairs.
There was no invitation tonight.
Tyler Lockwood
I hadn't stopped drinking since I'd been handed the information I'd been waiting for all day. I don't know why it had taken me this long to realize the truth. It had been staring me in the face all this time. Maybe I just didn't want to see it. But I was seeing what I wanted now. I was armed with my trusty bottle of vodka; my father had kept it aging for years, and I'd almost finished it in the space of the last hour as I had stumbled my way here to this precise spot.
When Caroline went missing, well, when she went missing the first time, I'd checked in with all her neighbors. Desperately searching for answers, but none of them had seen anything; there had been no new faces, nothing out of the ordinary, and nothing that had any of them worried about her before. That's how I happened to be on her street the day I'd crossed paths with George Baker, my old football coach; that's how I'd come to learn about his car being stolen just after she disappeared.
So tonight after my mom refused to let me leave the house in my apparent state. She had done what I had told her; she'd called up her little spy in the sheriff's office and had him cruise by the Baker house to check the car was there. But it wasn't; strangely, there was no station wagon even registered to George Baker.
So that's how I'd ended up here, armed with my answers and my bottle.
I dug into my pocket, searching as my screen fuzzed over due to bad battery life as I searched for Damon's number. The phone rang once before it went to voicemail.
"I know why you're not answering; you know the truth... You know they left together... But I, I know who helped them."
I sniggered as I slid the phone back into my pocket and this time retrieved the lighter I had brought.
"I'm home." I whispered as I made my way up the pathway towards Caroline's house.
Klaus Mikaelson
I'd had the good sense to set an alarm on my phone to wake me for seven; I needed to be out of here before they knew where I'd spent the night. Vickie was nowhere to be found downstairs, so I had managed to slip out without any problems from her. I stepped outside, locking the door behind me, only to pause in my tracks immediately at the sight of April sitting by the pool in her pjs. She was staring right back at me, with no judgment in her eyes, no accusations, and no words. I looked over to Elena and Caroline's houses, and the blinds were still drawn in both bedroom windows as I made my way over towards her.
She had her legs crossed; she was just sitting by the water on a lukewarm morning in a simple t-shirt and shorts. I brought my jacket from over my arm and draped it over her shoulders before taking a seat beside her, facing the opposite way so I could see her face.
April half smiled as I tapped my finger on the tip of her nose before even saying a word. She must have been cold, but just like most of her emotions lately, she'd sooner die of the chill than let me know she was struggling.
"Come here." I said, leaning in and pressing my lips to hers.
April returned my kiss and gave me a smile before she looked down at the water in the pool.
I looked away from her and asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Talk about what?"
"Anything."
April smiled. "I still don't know your favorite color."
I chuckled and ran my hand through my hair before she leaned her cheek against my palm and closed her eyes for a moment.
"You look tired." She noted.
"I am tired."
"Bad night?" she asked.
I glanced over at Vickie's house, then back at April as she sat upright again from my touch.
"Did you know I was over there?"
She nodded again with her eyes fixed elsewhere on the water.
I took hold of her hand in mine. "I had to; I didn't have a choice."
"You can always choose."
I looked back at her. "Why is it always such a big deal?"
April met my gaze. "It's not me you gotta worry about, tough guy," she pointed out.
I sighed and turned away from her. "You've seen Caroline?"
"I haven't seen anyone; I just pay attention."
I sighed and edged closer to her. "Baby—"
"I did something." She whispered.
I raised my brows in question as she looked back at me. "What?"
I watched her press her lips together. She'd never been able to keep a secret; she said it herself the first time we were ever alone together. April Young was an open book.
She looked down at her hands in her lap. "I can't say."
I let out a breath. "Tell me." I encouraged.
April shook her head. "No," she said as quietly as a whisper.
"Why not?"
She looked up to meet my gaze, holding it for a moment before she said, "Because you've never been angry at me before."
She was sad. She was so sad that it was threatening to break everything within both of us just with the look in her eyes alone. April looked away from me and back towards the water. I didn't push her to tell me anything.
I decided to press my luck and share.
"When I was young, a storm blew through our village one night," I said, and I saw April lift her gaze from the corner of my eye. "It scared the cattle; my mother lost a number of chickens; the neighboring families left the next morning; their homes weren't fit for anything after the damage that had occurred," I paused, remembering that night. "I awoke to the sound of my little sister stirring; she'd always been so afraid," I said before smiling. "She's a different person now; she would make coffee stand on end," I said and saw April smile slightly. "But back then, she was scared of the slightest noises in the night, of our father's voice, and especially storms," I paused again, recalling her eyes and the fear that gripped her. "I told her that it was just a storm and that it would pass, like all storms do," I said before turning to look at her finally and finding tears threatening her eyes. "Even the darkest times, the darkest storms, will pass."
April sniffled, and a tear escaped, rolling down her milky cheek.
"Do it," I said, reaching my hand up to wipe it away. "Tell me."
April took a deep inhale. "I got a job," she confessed.
I stared back at her. "You what?"
"I'm going to train to become a hairdresser."
I let out a chuckle. "Is that all?"
"Well, isn't that enough?" She sobbed, her face reddening in color as she wiped her cheeks.
I wrapped my arms around her. "That's brilliant, sweetheart," I told her before I had the balls to say, "I'm so proud of you."
April sobbed harder at my words, but she leaned in closer to me as I held onto her.
"Why are you crying?" I chuckled as she buried her head against my chest.
"Because I kept it from you for so long."
I pressed my lips together hard before I asked, "How long?"
"Almost a whole day; I'm so sorry."
I laughed, bringing my hand up to cover my eyes; I'd never been so happy at someone's idea of bad news.
She truly was a remarkable human being.
I continued to chuckle as I wrestled my phone from my trouser pocket, keeping her against me as I brought it up to my ear.
"Hello?"
"It's Mark," said the stern voice of one of my hybrids, the only one I'd entrusted with my new number. "I've got something here."
Mark was keeping an eye on things in Mystic Falls until I found a way to put a new barrier up to ensure if they found out where we were, they still couldn't get to us.
I looked down at April as she wiped her eyes.
"What happened?"