Darkest Temptations
Chapter Twenty Nine: Jealousy is Weakness
Klaus Mikaelson
Sleep didn't come easy to me; it never had, but tonight was different. I was restless; every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing the potential threats of our pasts surrounding us. I was lying awake beside Elena, staring at her as she slept soundly. I wasn't sure what time it was; I'd lost track of time at some point during the night, but I knew it was early morning when I decided it was time to get up. She'd been asleep when I arrived tonight; we hadn't spoken all day, and her decision to go on birth control and prevent herself from getting pregnant by me was just one of many heavy topics that I didn't have the patience for.
Earlier this morning, my contact in Mystic Falls had informed me of Tyler Lockwood's latest efforts to destroy himself and what little life he had remaining. He'd gotten drunk and attempted to burn down Caroline's old house, but unfortunately for him, my hybrid was able to get the sheriff's department on the scene before he could even strike the match. Stefan Salvatore and Bonnie Bennett had since gotten him out of trouble; when I last spoke with my contact, he informed me that Tyler Lockwood, by all means, would be remaining in the basement of the Salvatore home from the chatter he had heard. It seemed the young lad was not coping well with the harsh reality that Caroline wanted better for herself and that he was not included within her future plans.
I'd told my contact to cover his own tracks, to pack a bag and leave Mystic Falls forever; his loyalty had been proven, and he was free. I didn't want anything from Mystic Falls coming back to haunt us; that ended now. For far too long I'd been focusing merely on our lives here in Utah; what Damon and Tyler had done was awaken me to the reality of our situation, and I now had the wool off my eyes. I didn't care for loose ends; my intention was to now ensure the safety and the future of my wives and what I wanted to build for us here.
Which meant it was time to confront every single demon from my past that threatened to take what I had worked so desperately for. With Elena still sleeping peacefully, I made my way over to the suitcase containing my new clothes, selecting from it a black pair of jeans and a matching long-sleeved shirt, dressing in the dark before picking up my shoes and leaving the room without my phone. I wasn't going to leave a note; I was many things, but I wasn't the type of man to leave a note. Besides, I'd rather keep Elena in suspense about my whereabouts after these recent events.
I left our house and crossed right towards Vickie's house, glancing over at April and Caroline's homes in the morning light, finding all the curtains and blinds drawn in both of them. I let myself into Vickie's house, closing the door behind me; it was cold inside even for the time of the morning. I made my way upstairs, noting the lack of furnishing she had in here; it was bare to my surprise. I'd figured by now she would have taken advantage of her accounts and monthly allowance and invested in the house. I didn't waste any time; I didn't knock; I just let myself into the master bedroom to find her asleep on the bed.
My mind immediately consumed with memories of seeing her masturbating on the same bed, seeing her long, skilled fingers working in and out of her wet pussy. She wasn't this time; this time she was asleep, beneath a white duvet, wearing a white cotton t-shirt with her nipples hardening under my gaze as they pressed against the thin fabric. Her head was tilted to one side, her brown hair was tangled, and her eyes closed. She wasn't snoring, but the odd sound did escape her lips. She was beautiful in a strange kind of way; she looked so young, so peaceful, and yet I didn't trust her.
I looked away from her as I reached my hand down to her shoulder, shaking her gently. Vickie stirred within seconds, groaning as she opened her eyes slowly, taking a moment to focus on me.
"What?" She asked, turning away from me, "Go away."
I rolled my eyes at her behavior. "Rise and shine, we've got a long day ahead of us."
"I'm sleeping; go away." She said, closing her eyes again.
"Get up," I told her firmly. "Now."
Vickie ignored me and turned onto her back as she stretched her arms up above her head. "It's too early for this."
I clenched my jaw before I reached down, pulling myself over her using the strength of my knuckles against the mattress to balance me as I came face to face with her.
"Get out of bed right now."
"Or what?"
"Or I'll make you." I said calmly.
"How?" She whispered back.
I raised my brows in response to her question, "Why don't you try me and find out?"
Vickie locked eyes with me for a moment before she raised herself upright in the bed, very wisely opting to exit from the opposite side from me. I looked away from her, finding she was wearing nothing but the white t-shirt and a pair of pink underwear. Soft pink, lace, very sheer to be exact. Vickie retrieved a pair of jeans from the floor and slipped on a pair of white socks and shoes before running her hands through her hair and turning in my direction.
"Follow me," I said to her before leaving the bedroom.
She was quick behind me and managed to keep up as we exited the house; I locked it behind us knowing she hadn't brought her keys. I didn't like to risk cutting through the gaps between the houses, but this morning was different; I wasn't taking my car, and I didn't want us to be followed. So that's where we took off from, on foot with no phones and no way of being tracked. I didn't say a word, and shockingly neither did she. Not as we made it to the end of our street, not even ten blocks later; she just continued to follow me and kept an even pace. There was no sighing, no questions, and no complaints about the early hour or the rude awakening.
It seemed my threat to remember her place around me had done the job.
She had entered our lives like a tempest, leaving us all grappling with uncertainty, unable to foresee the storm's aftermath. I needed answers before my past threatened to upend everything we held dear. I took Vickie to a quiet diner, choosing the most secluded booth, away from the sparse morning crowd. She sat across from me, arms wrapped tightly around herself, a gesture that seemed more about shielding herself from me than the chilly Utah morning. Her eyes flickered with fear, a look I recognized all too well.
As I pretended to study the menu, the waitress approached. "Specials are on the board. You want coffee?"
"One large coffee for me," I replied, pausing to glance at the menu. "Wheat toast, bacon, and scrambled eggs."
"And for you?" the waitress asked Vickie.
Vickie hesitated, her eyes darting up briefly before she shook her head. I tapped my fingernails gently on the table, urging her to speak.
"I guess I'll have some pancakes and, um, just a glass of milk," she finally murmured.
I offered the waitress a polite smile as she collected our menus. Vickie shifted uneasily in her seat, her hands clenched in her lap. Her eyes darted nervously over my shoulder, then back to me.
"What's wrong?" I asked, breaking the silence.
She glanced around the diner again. "Isn't anyone else coming?"
"No," I replied, "it's just you and me."
She scrutinized me for a moment, then leaned back in her chair, suspicion clouding her features. "Did the rest of them put you up to this? One big scare to shoo me off?"
"With pancakes?" I countered, raising an eyebrow.
Vickie rolled her eyes. "So if this isn't a new way to scare me off, then why are we here?"
The waitress returned with our drinks, setting them down gently before retreating. I took a sip of my coffee, letting the bitter warmth settle my thoughts.
"I don't like mess, especially in my homes," I stated firmly, finally meeting her gaze.
Vickie's green eyes locked onto mine. "Now, I don't care if I have to spend all day sitting here, drinking bad coffee, and having my patience tested," I continued, leaning forward slightly. "But come hell or high water, by the end of today, you're going to tell me how you came to know our secret and what influence my mother has over you."
Vickie surveyed the room quickly before speaking. "And you decided to do that at a café, in the middle of Sandy."
"The location doesn't matter; fear is fear," I replied calmly.
"Or there's a little voice in your head telling you not to hurt me," she suggested, her gaze penetrating. "The question is, who?"
The waitress returned with our food, and I thanked her before turning back to Vickie. "We all have our demons."
"But I think this might be the first time you have an angel," she observed.
She wasn't wrong. Admittedly, I had changed in these seven short months. Caroline had taught me the strength of family I had lost; Elena showed me the power of having someone fight for us. And April—sweet April, who believed Vickie despised her—was the reason I found patience and empathy I hadn't felt since childhood. Her innocence had imparted wisdom beyond her years.
"What makes you think I have anything to hide?" Vickie challenged. "That I haven't told you everything already?"
I held her gaze. "At first, you had me convinced. You had me wrapped around your finger, just as my mother would have wanted," I said, toying with the knife in my hand. "But time on the road, a thousand miles alone with your thoughts, clears away shadows."
Vickie leaned back, her expression unreadable.
"My mother struggled to have children," I continued, fighting to keep old memories at bay. "My father was said to have beaten her every month she bled, every time she failed to fulfill what he called her duty." I paused, ensuring I held her gaze. "She did become pregnant, over and over, but not without aid. I knew that woman in my marrow, and there isn't a chance she threatened to take away their ability to have children."
"You can't—"
"Never doubt me," I interrupted, my voice stern. "It's a mistake that could've cost you your life in the past."
Vickie's eyes widened, fear evident in her body language. "Now don't make the mistake of lying to me twice," I warned, leaning in closer. "You either tell me now, or believe me, tonight you'll find yourself on a bus back to that town you were so desperate to escape."
A single tear traced down her cheek. I arched an eyebrow, waiting for her to speak, but she remained silent.
"Do I make myself clear?" I pressed.
Vickie shook her head, disbelief etched across her face. "From everything I heard about you on the other side, this isn't your style at all."
I smiled faintly. "Maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do."
She shook her head again. "No, I thought I did. There's not much to do out there besides paying very close attention."
From what Caroline had told me, Vickie always boasted about her achievements. When she got into the cheerleading squad at school, she'd thrown a party, and when she finally slept with Tyler, she'd got it spread across her socials. Since her arrival, she had never boasted about her escape from the other side—a feat many deemed nearly impossible without the aid of witchcraft. Yet, here she was, seemingly ordinary, and my curiosity was piqued, perhaps more than ever before.
"Tell me about the other side," I urged, my voice steady, though my mind raced with questions.
"Why?" she replied, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of defiance and intrigue.
"Because I want to know how you got there and how you managed to get out," I said, leaning forward slightly, my curiosity pushing through the usual veil of caution.
"I already told you," she began, her voice trailing off, as if unsure whether to continue.
"Except this time, you're going to tell me the truth," I interjected, my gaze unwavering. "Starting with this."
As she considered my words, Vickie shifted in her seat, a subtle sign of her inner conflict. She picked up her glass of milk, the cool liquid a momentary distraction, and took a thoughtful sip. Her eyes flickered with thought, as though weighing the risk of honesty against the comfort of silence. Her body language spoke volumes—hesitation, contemplation, and perhaps a hint of vulnerability.
"I don't know; it's cold, I guess," Vickie hesitated. "There are no colors or smells or sounds," she shrugged. "Your skin feels like sandpaper, except it's just your soul, or what's left of it."
"Sounds like hell."
"And that's what I thought it was, for a long time," Vickie pressed her lips together into a fine line. "It's what I expected; I deserved to be there."
"Why?" I asked before I could stop myself.
"Because of what I did or what I didn't," Vickie said before she sighed heavily, "I was the screw-up of my family, not that my parents set the bar high to begin with, but," she began shaking her head, "I couldn't hold a candle to my brother Matt; he got good grades, held down a job, and picked me up off the bar floor a few times a month," she said before taking a sip of her milk.
"You were an alcoholic?"
Vickie locked eyes with me. "If you want honesty, let's not pretend you've not been given a history lesson on me already."
"It's not about what others call you, rather what we answer to. What we label ourselves with."
"Well, alcoholic is putting it mildly."
"Drugs?" I asked, knowing she was holding back.
"Sometimes, it's use; sometimes, I'd just deal. Even to those..." Vickie stopped almost relieving herself from a bad memory. "I knew better than to screw up in my mess," she said before taking a bite of her pancake. "That's why Elena doesn't look at me half the time."
"She told me."
"Yeah, I'll bet she did," Vickie said before she swallowed her food. "I'd tell the world if anyone dared to sell that crap to my brother."
"Elena will forgive you; it's not in her nature to hold onto things for too long."
"You say that like you know her."
"I do."
"You can know someone; being able to stand being around them is another story."
"Don't assume to know—"
"I'm not blind," Vickie interrupted me. "I've seen the way they look at each other, the way you look at her," she paused, and I knew exactly what she was talking about. "The way you look at her when you know Caroline and April are distracted."
I held her gaze.
"You like her, but she's still hung up on her past." Vickie said.
I almost exhaled in relief but held it back; for a second I thought she'd witnessed something between Elena and me that no one else had.
"That's the difference between me and her," Vickie continued. "I made mistakes, but I learned from them; I've grown," she said before she shook her head. "Elena needs to accept what happened and move on; otherwise she's going to make everyone miserable until she does."
"Not everyone is strong enough to move on." I told her.
"Then they need to find their reason to try," Vickie said. "Elena has that; she's just too caught up in her own emotions to see it."
"Perhaps you should take your own advice?" I suggested.
"Maybe," Vickie agreed, "And maybe you should too."
I raised my eyebrows in response.
"You've got a lot of shit to work through yourself, especially with all your family issues." She observed.
I chuckled softly, shaking my head at her boldness. "Now I know for certain you did not know my mother as well as you thought. To refer to my family's chaos as mere issues is the Everest of understatements."
Vickie looked over at me. "If you answer one of my questions, I'll answer one of yours."
"You think this is a game?"
"No, but I'm not giving you anything without something in return," Vickie replied, holding my gaze. "I figured a guy would like that in a wife, someone who will happily receive," Vickie traced her finger across the top of her glass. "And willingly give."
I stared at her for a moment, contemplating my options before I nodded, "Fine, ask away."
"You'll be honest?" Vickie asked.
"As long as you are."
Vickie leaned forward, her gaze penetrating. "Why did you become a polygamist?"
"To sleep with the one girl I loved." I answer immediately to ensure her I was willing to play along.
Vickie smirked, "Okay, you want to play, we'll play." She said, seemingly pleased with my honest yet brutal response.
"When did you meet my mother?"
Vickie stared at me for a moment. "Not until mere hours before you all returned to Mystic Falls did she keep a close net of people around her; she didn't like vampires."
I nodded, believing her.
Vickie drummed her fingernails on the table. "Are you sleeping with any of them?"
"Yes."
"Which one?"
"It's not your turn," I leaned forward. "It's mine," I told her before I asked, "Why did my mother send you to us?"
"She didn't."
Her response echoed in my ears; if my mother hadn't sent her, then how did she escape the other side? How did she know about our plural marriage? My mind was racing with questions that only she could answer if I continued to play her at this game. In the past I would have threatened to rip her heart from her chest and be done with it, but I knew the more I could get out of her, the better chance we had to defend ourselves from what was coming.
Vickie held my gaze, perfectly aware she had piqued my curiosity. "My turn," she said before she raised her brow. "Do you enjoy having three wives? Or do you miss the freedom of just fucking any woman you want?"
I leaned back in my chair. "I'll admit I enjoy the control, the power that comes with being a polygamist husband; it's very liberating." I answered honestly, "But I wouldn't trade any of them for anything in the world."
"You sound like a dominant; it's your turn." Vickie replied before she took another bite of her pancakes.
"Tell me how you escaped the other side, the truth this time."
"Your shield broke."
"What do you mean?"
"It's not your turn; that's two questions." Vickie smirked.
I clenched my jaw before I took a deep breath and forced myself to remain calm; I couldn't help but think of all the times I'd tortured women like her before. They would be screaming in agony, crying for me to stop, begging for me to end their lives, and yet here we were sitting across from each other, sharing breakfast and engaging in conversation like we were old friends.
"So now I'll ask you two very important questions," Vickie said before she took a sip of her milk. "Do you fancy Elena?" she asked.
I narrowed my eyes slightly; she knew I did, but I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of admitting it.
Vickie rolled her eyes. "Fine, how about this," she said before she leaned forward. "Do you love Elena?"
I locked eyes with her. "No, but I want her."
"Yeah, she's never going to sleep with you. She's not the type to cheat." Vickie told me.
"We'll see."
"Go ahead."
"What did you mean by my shield broke'?"
Vickie held my gaze. "I was there the night you all put that shield up. On the other side, I was standing in the forest, in the distance, listening to what your plans were, from faking your deaths to moving to Sandy."
She'd been there? I'd never even considered who might be watching us in that moment from the other side; I'd been so consumed with ensuring our safety that I didn't stop to think about who was already aware of our plans.
Vickie pursed her lips. "Did you think about what you wanted to do to me when you were on the road here?"
"Yes."
"One-word response: I don't think so."
"Deal with it; tell me what you saw that night."
Vickie rolled her eyes. "There's not much else to do on the other side besides watch people, pay attention to their lives, their secrets. I was walking past the Grill when I saw the three of them together in Caroline's car. I followed them to the forest," Vickie paused to take a breath. "Heard their pitch to you about giving you power over them, telling you about the luxury houses they'd found online, how you could pay for them easily and manage to keep up a plural marriage without difficulty."
I leaned back in my seat, only causing Vickie to lean forward.
"Now tell me, and tell me now, why didn't you just kill me? My little threat wasn't what really stopped you, was it?" She asked with a smile.
I leaned forward slightly. "I'm growing tired of this." I told her.
Vickie chuckled. "Don't worry, there's more. You've just not connected the dots yet."
"Meaning?"
"Think," Vickie hissed.
I began to relive every second I'd been around her since she entered our lives, from the moment she stepped out into the junkyard to her pleasuring herself on the bed; it was all racing through my mind now. Every moment I had spent with Vickie since she appeared in our lives replayed in vivid detail. It started at the junkyard, where the moon hung like a watchful eye, casting ghostly shadows over the twisted metal. The warmth of the fire crackled, illuminating Caroline, Elena, and April's faces, but it was Vickie who held my attention. Her presence was magnetic, her confidence unsettling. "Esther doesn't want you to be happy," she had said, and those words echoed in my mind like a haunting refrain.
Her use of my mother's name—Esther—struck me. It was a name long forgotten, never uttered during her human days. The scene morphed, pulling me back to the woods, to a night seven months ago. We were under a blanket of stars, anticipation thick in the air as we prepared for the spell that would bind us in a plural marriage. It was a night charged with hope and urgency. Vickie had admitted to being there, but on the other side. None of us had sensed her presence.
As I relived that pivotal discussion in the forest, each detail resurfaced. We had laid everything bare, discussed every possibility. It was one of the most intense conversations of my life, deciding to embrace polygamy and fatherhood in a single breath. Vickie had been there, absorbing it all—our plans to fake our deaths, the routes we'd take, our destination, and even our openness to polygamy, including Elena's complex feelings for Stefan.
Yet, Vickie had kept silent about these secrets. She never mentioned Elena and me, nor had she seemed aware of our house or my business plans in Sandy. She appeared oblivious to the intricate web of secrets we had spun in Utah.
I locked eyes with Vickie, her gaze searching and desperate for understanding. "You never knew about our lives here," I said, my voice heavy with the truth. "Our spell kept you from seeing us after the shield went up."
Vickie nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful.
"You only encountered my mother because of her fury that night, discovering my plans to leave, to disappear beyond a barrier she couldn't penetrate."
"Yes," Vickie admitted softly.
"And when you threatened us with the idea of children, it was because you overheard Caroline and the others talk about it, one of the last things you heard before the spell was cast. It was your only weapon."
Her nod was almost imperceptible.
I leaned forward, the weight of her arrival settling on me. "But you never knew about the house I bought or my business ambitions here in Sandy," I continued, the realization dawning on me. "You only knew we left and never returned."
Vickie's eyes met mine, holding a silent acknowledgment.
I felt an invisible force push me back against the booth chair. "So, that night when we went back in time, you knew exactly when the barrier would fall and the precise location to be."
Vickie's nod was slow and deliberate.
"So, when we were unraveling the mystery of what happened to us, you were using the forest as an escape hatch, exploiting the spot where we cast the spell."
"...I never thought it would work," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I stared into the depths of her eyes, the truth unraveling like a thread pulled from the fabric of my reality.
"This is the part where your judgment of me begins all over again," Vickie said, her voice softer than before. "Let it rip."
As I tried to process the reality that Vickie hadn't been sent by my mother but was there purely by chance, a nagging suspicion lingered that she was concealing something more.
"Is that everything?" I asked, probing for any hidden truths.
Vickie managed a smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Don't worry, I know I'm done here," she replied, reaching into the back pocket of her jeans. "Take a look."
She tossed a piece of paper across the table.
Curious, I reached out and unfolded the note. It was an open bus ticket. I glanced up at her, raising an eyebrow in question.
Vickie shrugged, a casual air about her. "Don't worry, I'm not about to head back to Mystic Falls. There's nothing there for me," she assured me.
I refolded the paper, noting, "This was dated from—"
"The day we arrived," Vickie interjected with a nod. "I had to wait until you gave me a phone to find a bus station near the houses, but yeah, I bought it that day."
"Why?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"I needed a backup plan," Vickie confessed. "This was never going to work. Lies never get anyone anywhere."
She began to nod, then slid out of the booth. I watched her carefully as she rose to her feet, a mix of caution and curiosity within me.
Turning back to me, her expression shifted to one of reluctance, as if forcing herself to speak. "Do you know what really sucks? What none of you realized?"
"What's that?" I prompted, eager to understand.
Vickie shook her head and turned to leave.
"Tell me," I urged calmly.
She paused and looked back at me. "You're all so worried about someone discovering your lifestyle, you never even stopped to realize that..."
"That what?" I pressed.
With a heavy sigh, she forced a smile, tears glistening in her eyes. "I might have lied to you, but news flash," she said, tapping her finger against the table and locking eyes with me, "I never judged you for running away or for your lifestyle."
I continued to watch her as she composed herself, sensing the sincerity in her words. "You know, I'm going to say this, and it doesn't matter because you won't believe me, but," she sniffled, "I actually wished you all good luck right before you disappeared, right after I watched you do your spell. I said good luck. I never judged any of you. Because I knew how it felt to want to get out, to be..."
"What?" I asked softly, leaning in to catch her whisper.
"Free," Vickie whispered, so softly that her words almost escaped me.
Vickie turned away from me and walked toward the door, her hand resting on the handle. I watched her pause, staring through the glass pane, as if contemplating her next move. I held my breath, unsure what she was planning. But she seemed to shake her head slightly and stepped outside, walking into the cold morning and apparently out of our lives.
She'd found a way out of the most unimaginable hell by dumb luck or sheer genius. Vickie had exploited the flaw in our spell, escaping the other side and ending up in Mystic Falls. She took what she'd learned from us that night and used it to get out of a town she was as desperate to escape as we were. Using us was something she'd done out of desperation, and I couldn't blame her for it. I'd done it myself more than a few times over the centuries, especially as a new vampire. She was new; her thirst was less intense; the other side fries your nerve endings to the hunger, but from the way she described it, you don't feel much but the cold anyway; you're just there and alone.
We were so wrapped up in our own concerns that we never stopped to consider her point of view. I shook my head at the thought. I didn't have to concern myself with that girl; she held no loyalty to me. She'd done nothing but cost me hundreds of thousands of dollars when opting for that house for her. She'd been a constant source of strife for all of us since the moment she arrived.
And yet, as I watched her walk out the door, she seemed terrified at the mere notion that she might be alone again. That was something I knew all too well—a fear so profound that it could drive one to irrational acts, desperate acts of loneliness and self-preservation.
Vickie had played her hand; the cards were on the table. She'd left them here, poured her emotions into a single sentence, and it hadn't been for her own self-interest, that I believed. She hadn't said what she did in a last effort to bond with me; she'd done it because it was the truth, and she'd been denying it since she got here. She hadn't judged us for being polygamists. She'd watched us that night seven months ago, arguing over our lies, that we couldn't play house, that Elena and I would never get along, that I didn't even know April, and the reality that Caroline knew I was in love with her already. Vickie had heard all of that. How could she not judge us? I'd judged us. I'd pulled over so many times on the road to Utah that I'd lost count.
She knew everything we were set to face from that night, yet the second she could get us alone when we returned to Mystic Falls, she did. Was she surprised we'd made it? That we were a strange yet unique family? It was only then I began to truly connect the dots; the reality of Vickie's choice that night hit me hard. Vickie was a vampire; she could have compelled herself a ride out of town. From the second she got back from the other side, she could have easily obtained money and gotten herself her own house in a city or by the beach. Why did this girl choose us instead?
I felt myself sink further into the booth, my gaze still locked onto the door as I began to replay our time together since she entered our lives. At times, she was nothing but a pain, but in the small moments in between, like the night I'd ended up at her place, she hadn't said a word about finding me on her couch. The next day she'd not mentioned it to anyone, and above all, she'd kept my threats against her quiet too. She didn't have to do any of that; she had the power and resources to leave, but she had stayed with us despite seeing what a mess we could be at times.
Why would anyone endure such chaos? Why remain when you must share the person who is meant to be with you every single day? Why choose a life far from home when you knew we were all you truly had? These questions struck me with profound force as I realized that Vickie had once asked herself the very same things. These were the exact questions that Caroline, Elena, April, and I confronted that fateful night when we made the agreement to stay together. Each of us weighed our options, searching for clarity amid the swirling emotions.
As the pieces began to fall into place, the gravity of our shared decision became unmistakably clear. We were bound by an unspoken understanding, each of us holding onto the hope that our lives would find meaning in this uncertain journey. Vickie had signed up for all of this without telling us, instead keeping up with her lie that Esther was the reason for her presence. I shook my head at the thought; she didn't need me to have a wealthy lifestyle; she could walk into any bank and compel herself whatever amount she wanted; she hadn't stayed for the security of the cash.
She'd signed up for polygamy, and the only guarantee that came with it was...
"Me."
I got out of the booth and walked to the door, but there was no sign of Vickie anywhere. I stepped out into the parking lot, turning in circles as I searched for her. She said she saw my mother hours before she left the other side, how angry she was over the notion of me being happy, in love, and not suffering for my previous mistakes. She knew the wrath of my family, which meant she also signed up for what I had promised my wives.
My protection.
Vickie knew her lie wouldn't work; she'd bought the ticket for a bus, not a plane. She was going to try and run because without me beside her,.
She'd unknowingly made herself the target of everyone still trapped on the other side.
Vickie Donovan
The moment I exited the diner, I propelled myself forward, driven by an insistent urgency that pulsed through my veins. There was no time to dwell on the embarrassment that still simmered beneath my skin after my encounter with Klaus. I had to move, to disappear, to reclaim my dignity with each determined stride.
My mind was a whirlwind of strategic decisions, each one demanding attention as I navigated the bustling street. I couldn't afford another misstep. My strong will fueled me, fortifying my resolve as I plotted my next move. The city around me blurred into a backdrop of noise and motion, irrelevant compared to the task at hand. I refused to let that moment define me, to let it linger longer than necessary. My pride may have taken a hit, but my spirit was unyielding. I would learn from this, adapt, and emerge stronger. Each step carried me further from the scene of my embarrassment and closer to the next chapter I was determined to write on my own terms.
But the further forward I got, the more my mind drifted back to our conversation. Why did I have to tell him that I'd wished them good luck that night? I'd watched him debate over reasons why they shouldn't enter into a plural marriage, and yet by the end of it, they came to understand their mutual hatred of Mystic Falls was only one of many things to stop them from living their new lives together. I'd been here a week with them, watching them closely; even when they thought I wasn't around or paying them attention, I was, and I don't regret it. I didn't understand how a plural relationship could work, and yet somehow they'd come through a lot in these past few months. I would never know what, but I saw the reflection of their hard work.
Every single night Klaus came in at different times, but he always came home. I'd watch him come out from Caroline's place, cross over their adjoining backyards, and he'd go into April Young's house for a few minutes and then over to Elena's, spending equal time with them. I'd even come to know his routine. It didn't matter which house he was staying at that night; Klaus kissed them all whenever he came home. At first it sort of threw me; he'd only done it twice with me and only when we were among company. But it didn't really matter because I didn't mind one way or the other. But I was strangely fascinated by his efforts to show each of them affection; he seemed almost devoted to ensuring their happiness, even with something so small as a kiss each day.
I'd learned about Klaus Mikaelson on the other side, but only from conversation I'd overheard; I didn't have anyone on the other side with me. Another question no one had asked me; maybe they were giving me some dignity, or maybe I guess they might not have cared to know, but, yeah, I'd been pretty lonely for a while. I mean, the first few days on the other side, I thought I'd go crazy from the cold, but it turns out it's the only thing you can feel besides lonely. I'd heard things about the Mikaelsons; I knew they were evil, bad, cruel, monsters and every other name under the sun, but none of it had prepared me for meeting them in person.
It's easier to believe the worst in people than to recognize the good. Klaus had seemingly formed his opinions of me based on what Caroline and Elena shared. It stung, being judged by a stranger through secondhand perceptions. Growing up without role models, caring for my drunken mother from a young age, had taught me to fend for myself. I didn't intend to share such vulnerabilities with Klaus, who seemed content with his circle.
I'd lied; it was easy to lie to people in my experience. Besides, if I'd begged them to take me with them, they could have turned me down or, worse, laughed at my efforts to have people around me that knew my past and accepted it anyway. I knew I couldn't live in Mystic Falls; people believed I was dead, and so I had to stay out of there forever. Yet another thing that stung: I'd thought at the very least that Caroline or Elena would have at least asked me if I was okay over the reality that I'd never see my brother again. While we drove to Utah, that's what weighed heavily on my mind: never seeing Matt graduate high school, getting married, and I'd never be an Aunt to his kids.
It's not like I expected sympathy; I just wouldn't have minded at least one of them asking me if I was okay every once in a while.
Right now all I wanted more than a new life was to distance myself from Klaus; I didn't know what they thought about him, but I found him rather intimidating even before he'd threatened me that night. It was stupid of me telling him I wished them luck; I'd never second guess my confidence, but whenever I was honest with someone, I'd always regret it later; I'd get hurt, and I didn't want to feel like that anymore. Which was why it was best to leave now, because despite whatever they thought of me, I didn't want to hurt any of them.
I didn't really know what I wanted from being with them, but for the past week, I'd had a purpose, a secret to guard and keep. But now I had no idea what to do or where to go. I wanted to stay in Sandy, but the truth was, I had no money and nowhere to go. Sandy was beautiful; you'd think a place like Utah wouldn't be my scene. I'd hated Mystic Falls; it was so rural, but there was something here in Sandy; it was a mixture of everything you could love about a smaller city. But I knew I couldn't stay; I knew they didn't want me here, and the truth was I'd been painfully aware of it without their daily comments.
Did I still wish them luck?
Shockingly I did; I'd never given any thought to a plural lifestyle, and yet I saw the magic behind it as well as the hardships. They made it work, and sure, I still wished them luck.
Now I was the one that needed luck; I was about to be alone all over again.
April Mikaelson
I slid open the patio door to my kitchen, dripping from another morning swim in the pool, covering myself with a towel as I ran my hand through my damp hair. It was still early, but I wanted to have a swim before I got ready for my first day at the salon. It wasn't my night tonight, so I'd decided against asking Klaus if he'd take me into town for my first day despite wanting his support. I'd just barely poured myself a glass of water when the patio doors opened back up behind me and I whirled around to find Klaus stepping inside.
"Hey," I greeted him, placing down my glass. "You look—"
"Have you seen Vickie?" Klaus asked me as he closed the door behind him.
"No," I said, shaking my head. "Why?"
"I just haven't seen her yet." Klaus said.
I glanced over at the time on the microwave, finding it was only eight o'clock in the morning. Why was he looking for her so early? She could still be asleep, but he seemed rather spaced, so I just went with it.
"So today's my—"
I stopped when Caroline let herself in, then, already dressed, wearing a white sundress with pink rose detailing along the bottom and a brown leather bag strap over her stomach. Seeing her, Klaus shifted his attention to her instead, and she walked up to him, whispering something in his ear before leaning in to kiss him twice. The second she'd done that, Klaus smiled, and the pair turned their attention back to me.
"Are you coming with Elena and me this morning?" Caroline asked.
"No, remember it's my—"
"Where are you two heading?" Klaus asked her.
"I've got a dress to pick up in town, and apparently Elena just wants to get out of the house for a bit," Caroline said before leaning into him a bit. "Are you two arguing?"
Klaus kissed her forehead instead of answering her question, his arm wrapping around her waist, and I looked away, feeling like a third wheel.
"So, remember tonight's family night," Caroline said, her gaze on me. "Are you sure you wanna cook?"
"It's just mashed potatoes; I'm perfectly..."
Klaus looked over my way then too.
"What?" I asked with a smile, which he returned.
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" I asked him as I made my way past him then.
Klaus kissed me on the cheek, making me laugh. I looked over my shoulder at him to find he was already focusing on Caroline once more, whispering something into her ear that made her lock eyes with him before she began to nod.
I guess they forgot it was my first day at work.
Klaus Mikaelson
I followed Caroline across the backyards towards our house together; the second we got inside, she slipped off her pink cardigan as she hurried through the kitchen with me behind her, down the hallway and towards our bedroom.
"Do we even have time for this?" Caroline asked as we entered the room; she placed her handbag onto our bed before turning back to me with a smirk on her face.
"Are you questioning me?" I asked her as I closed the door behind me.
"You're not the only one that can plan surprises," Caroline said as she kicked off her shoes. "Enjoy."
I watched her slip down the thin straps of her dress, allowing it to fall freely from her body, revealing her nakedness beneath. I smirked at the view of her breasts, her bare pussy glistening with desire.
"You were naked beneath that dress? And you were going out in public? In this heat?"
"Why? Do you think that's hot?" Caroline asked coyly.
She began to move towards me, tousling her hair and licking her lips. I reached out to grab her by her hips, pulling her flush against my chest. Her hands landed on my shoulders as she raised herself onto her toes to press her lips to mine. I held her firmly, returning her kisses with equal fervor, enjoying her soft lips against my own.
"Is this what you want?" Caroline whispered against my lips, but for me her voice sounded more like Vickie's, causing me to freeze.
I pulled away to see Caroline standing before me with Vickie's face. Her arms, legs, and the shape of her body were still the same, but her eyes, hair, and face had shifted into the shape of Vickie.
"Are you okay?" Caroline asked.
I blinked and found she was back; that had been some sort of dizziness or something.
"Yeah," I said quickly, "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" Caroline asked.
"Come here." I said as I pulled her back in, my hand reaching down to stroke her clit.
"Do you want me to?" She asked, and I began to nod.
Her lips left mine, and she slowly slid down to her knees before me. I felt her unbuckle my pants, tugging them down to my ankles before she began to stroke my cock. But when I looked down, I saw Vickie kneeling before me, stroking my cock. She licked her lips as her eyes remained on my cock, and I froze, watching her as she lowered her mouth over my cock.
"Wait," I said.
It was Caroline again; she looked up at me, her eyes wide and her hand over her lips. "Too much teeth?" she asked.
"No, it's..." I looked around the room; I needed to get out of here.
"You're so hard already; I wasn't expecting—"
"I am?" I asked, "I mean, yeah, I am."
She grinned and stroked my cock, her eyes on my cock while she began to tease the head with her tongue. I looked down, and Vickie was staring back up at me, her hand stroking me while her tongue lapped at the head. She took the whole length of my cock into her mouth. I couldn't stop myself; I slowly lowered my hands, bringing them into Vickie's light brown hair and not Caroline's beautiful blonde. I closed my eyes, thrusting myself into Vickie's mouth while she began to suck me off faster.
Why was I picturing her? Why was I thinking about her?
"You're so hard," Caroline said, but it was Vickie I heard, "It tastes so good."
I bit my lower lip. "Keep talking," I encouraged. "Just like that."
Caroline took the hint and continued, "I want to feel you inside of me." She said, "I need you to fuck me right now."
"I can't," I whispered, but Caroline didn't hear me.
"Fuck my mouth, babe. Watch me; watch me doing this." She said.
I opened my eyes to find Caroline on her knees before me, my cock in her mouth, but when I looked down at her, her features shifted back into Vickie's. Vickie looked up at me with a smirk and began to stroke my cock.
"Are you ready for me to fuck you?" I asked.
Vickie nodded.
"We don't have time; this is just for you." Caroline said to me, "Just enjoy."
I couldn't resist anymore; I leaned down to kiss Vickie deeply while her hand continued to stroke me. I moaned against her lips, thrusting myself into her hand while she kissed me back.
"You know I want this," I said before kissing her again. "Tell me you want this too."
She broke our kiss and smiled up at me. "I do," she said.
"Show me your tongue, show it to me, show it to me." I demanded.
Vickie complied and stuck her tongue out for me, and I leaned forward to suck on it. My hand moved to my cock, and I stroked it faster, feeling myself hardening even more. I sat on the edge of the bed, and Vickie leaned her elbows on my thighs, but I knew it was Caroline. My mind was messing with me, and I was feeding into my darkest temptations.
"Do it," Vickie said. "I want you to come for me. Come for me, babe."
I felt a wave of guilt as I watched Vickie's face, the way she looked at me, and I felt it build in my core, a need to release.
"Show me what you can do." The hybrid within me demanded of her.
Her tongue lapped at the head of my cock, moving down the shaft while her hand continued to stroke me. She was so gentle with her movements, her free hand massaging my balls while she continued to work her magic with her tongue. She began to suck harder, her lips pressed tightly around me as her tongue continued to caress the underside of my cock.
"Yes," I breathed. "That's so good."
"Come for me," Vickie said.
"Keep going." I ordered her.
She pulled her lips away from me then and began to lick at the head of my cock while her hand stroked me faster. My breath caught in my throat as I watched her, taking in every second of pleasure. I pulled her from me and brought two of my fingers into her mouth while she stared up at me with those big green eyes. I felt my orgasm rising, but I wasn't ready to let it happen.
"Your tongue," I moaned. "Your fucking tongue."
Vickie's tongue wrapped around my fingers, and my cock throbbed as I watched her work.
"That's it," I breathed. "Right there."
I pulled my fingers from her mouth and brought them to my cock, stroking it faster. Vickie reached out to wrap her lips around my cock again, but I grabbed her by her hair, holding her back as I felt myself reaching the edge. I closed my eyes, not being able to stop myself from kissing her again, pushing my tongue past her lips while she moaned against me. I needed to come; I needed to release myself all over her face.
"Is this what you want?" I asked her.
Vickie nodded and stuck her tongue out for me. I stroked myself faster, moaning as I felt it build inside of me, a feeling I hadn't felt before but I was willing to welcome.
"I'm going to come." I whispered as I continued to stroke my cock.
"Come on me," Vickie said. "Show me what you can do."
Despite what I saw before me, it didn't matter because there was only one name I moaned, and it was who I loved more than anything in this world.
"Caroline."
I came then, my body tensed and shook while I came hard onto Caroline's face, onto her breasts, onto her neck. My heart was pounding; I couldn't catch my breath as I watched Caroline, watched her lick her lips before she began to wipe my come off of her face.
"That was amazing." Caroline said only after catching her breath.
"Yeah," I said, but I was still breathing heavily. "Yeah, it was."
I felt my mind beginning to clear, slowly bringing me back to reality, but then Caroline reached up, and I took her hands, assisting her. I turned my back to her, zipping myself up and wiping my brow as she got herself cleaned up behind me.
Whatever just happened, it couldn't happen again.
"I have to go," Caroline said. "I'm late picking Elena up."
"Okay," I said, glancing back at Caroline. "I'll see you tonight?"
Her brows knitted together, a slight crease forming on her otherwise smooth forehead. "No, it's not my night tonight," she replied. "You forgot?"
I felt a pang of guilt. My mind had been a whirlwind of plans and strategies, all aimed at keeping us safe. Everything else was slipping away, much like the other night when I mistakenly went to April's house instead of spending time with Elena. These were mistakes I couldn't afford—not now, not ever. They sent signals to my wives that they weren't as important as they truly were.
"Right," I said hastily, trying to cover my lapse. "Of course, sorry, I'm just..."
Caroline adjusted the straps of her white dress, turning her back to me before facing me again with a gentle smile. Her presence was calming, yet I couldn't shake the feeling of unease.
"Could you just?" I mumbled, shaking my head to clear it.
She placed her hands on my shoulders, her touch both reassuring and inquisitive. "It's your first double with Vickie; you're going to be with her this weekend."
"I know," I sighed, the weight of it all pressing down on me.
"Klaus, you told me to put her on the schedule. If you want me to take her for you, I will."
"No," I insisted, my voice firmer. "I want you to take Elena. I want you to have fun tonight, have a good time."
Caroline gave me a puzzled look, her eyes searching mine for answers I couldn't give. But she wouldn't understand; she couldn't.
Her hands remained on my shoulders as she voiced the question that had been lingering in the air. "Are you taking her on a date?"
"No," I replied truthfully. "I would tell you that."
"You never tell me when you take—"
"That's different," I interrupted. "You're all my wives; she's just—"
Caroline nodded, cutting me off. "I know."
"Hey," I said softly, lifting her chin to meet my gaze. "I love you. I need you to believe that."
"I do," Caroline replied, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "I'm sorry I got jealous."
"Don't apologize," I said earnestly. "I mean it."
I kissed her forehead, a tender gesture meant to reassure. "Is this something you and I have to talk about?" I paused, caressing her chin. "The jealousy?"
"I know you love me," Caroline said, turning away briefly. "And I know what we have is something special."
"Then what?" I asked as she turned back to face me.
"It's silly," she admitted, a shy smile playing on her lips. "I don't even know where it's coming from."
"You can talk to me."
"I think it's more," Caroline paused, her smile growing. "It's sister-wife talk; that's what April calls it."
I chuckled, imagining April's candid discussions. "I bet she does."
Caroline's hands moved to my chest, her demeanor shifting to something more serious. Her blue eyes, usually soft and inviting, were now as hard as stone. "But let me make one thing clear," she said firmly. "If you make her your wife without telling us what she said in order to be here with us," Caroline stopped but held my gaze, unwavering. "I'll never forgive you."
With that, Caroline turned towards the door.
"Love," I called after her, but she'd already closed the door behind her.
The room felt emptier without her. Her words echoed in my mind. Forgiveness seemed distant, especially when I couldn't forgive myself for the turmoil I had created.
Elena Mikaelson
I stepped into Caroline's kitchen, settling my coat and handbag onto the kitchen island as Caroline entered the room, her cheeks slightly flushed and her hair a bit disheveled but otherwise fine. She wore a white sundress with pink roses on the bottom of the dress. She walked past me and poured herself a glass of water before turning back to face me.
"So," I said as I crossed the kitchen towards her. "Where are we going first?"
"I have to pick up that dress; I've forgotten it twice already."
I nodded along. "Is Klaus here?" I asked her.
Caroline finished her water before answering, "He's upstairs."
"What's wrong?" I asked as I noticed the change in her demeanor.
She was smiling, but her eyes weren't; she seemed a little distant, like her mind was somewhere else.
"I just don't like being late." She answered, but I knew that wasn't the truth; something was bothering her, and I knew it had to do with Klaus.
I looked at the time on her coffee maker before turning back to her. "He's here after nine on Vickie's first day with him?"
"I doubt she's going to give him grief for it; it's her first day, after all."
I raised a brow at her. "So you're okay with this?" I asked her, "With him spending the entire weekend with her?"
Caroline shrugged. "I'm trying to put it out of my mind, I guess, but yeah, I'm okay with it."
"Are you sure?" I asked, "You don't look okay."
"Why would I care?" She said, but she was avoiding eye contact.
"You can tell me what's wrong," I told her. "You know that."
"I'm fine; it's not like anything is going to happen between them," she said before she began pouring herself another glass. "I think I'd know if he was sleeping with someone other than me; besides, I trust him."
"Good," I said. "That's good, because if you don't, then who will?"
Caroline smiled then.
She truly believed she'd know if Klaus was sleeping with anyone else, yet she didn't even suspect anything between he and I. I wasn't stupid; I knew there was more to my attraction to Klaus than I let on, but I couldn't tell Caroline that. I had to protect my feelings for Klaus; they were very new, and I wanted to enjoy being in this bubble with him where there was no judgment. If Caroline knew he'd given me multiple orgasms in a single night, she would not be able to keep her thoughts to herself, and I did not want to deal with her scrutiny.
"We should get going," Caroline said as she turned away from me.
"Yeah," I said as I reached for my coat only to pause. "Actually, I'll meet you out front; I have to use your bathroom."
"Okay, just take the hallway behind the living room."
I nodded and made my way down the hallway, waiting until I heard the front door closing behind her before I turned back and hurried up the stairs and towards the door to their bedroom.
I closed the door behind me and walked further into the room. I'd never been in their room alone before; there wasn't much here, just like the rest of the house. Caroline was taking her time in getting her house together this time. When I heard the shower running, I walked over to the en suite and found Klaus inside, his back to me. He looked so perfect, I could watch him for hours and never get bored.
I took a step closer and paused. I didn't know what to say; I hadn't planned on coming here. I didn't have a plan when I came up here; all I knew was that I missed Klaus, and I hadn't talked to him since our argument about me going on birth control. I needed to clear the air with him before tonight.
"What are you doing here?" Klaus asked; he'd turned to face me then, his wet body glistening in the light while water droplets fell down his chest.
"I don't want to fight," I said. "I'm sorry."
Klaus just shook his head. "Like I said, darling, I won't be going near you. Flush the pills."
I sighed. "It's not about not wanting to get pregnant; it's—"
"It is."
"It's about not wanting to get pregnant right now," I said, crossing my arms. "I'm the second wife; they don't even know we're involved yet, and if I get pregnant—"
"It won't be a problem, like I said. Now get out; I've got places to be."
"You're spending the weekend with Vickie; why do you even need to shower now? Why not shower at her place?" I asked him.
"This isn't up for discussion."
"Klaus," I began, but I wasn't sure how to say this. "I don't want to tell you what to do, but—"
"No, you're right; you don't want to tell me what to do," he said as he closed the distance between us, standing before me completely naked. "But if you really want to, go ahead. Tell me what to do."
I could smell him; he was so close I could feel his breath on me as he spoke, his gaze piercing through me.
"You don't know what you want," Klaus said.
"I want to be here with you," I admitted. "I want you to stay here with me tonight."
"I have plans."
I reached up, stroking my hands along his chest, feeling every hard muscle beneath my fingertips as he stared down at me.
"I can change your mind."
"You can try," he whispered as his hands slid over my hips, pulling me flush against his body. "You can try."
"Klaus," I said softly, "I don't want to fight."
"Too bad," Klaus said, his face inches from mine. "Now get out."
"Klaus—"
"Before I throw you out."
Klaus Mikaelson
I wanted to do the right thing by everyone I had to protect. Trying to focus on what was needed by those around me, I had shut out the hybrid within me who just wanted to take Elena against the wall of the shower and show her how much I wanted her. She was so beautiful standing there in her jeans and white blouse; she looked good enough to eat. But telling her to leave felt right; I wanted her to have her voice heard, but at the same time I wanted to remind her who was boss of our house and every one of her sister wife's houses.
She opened her mouth to say something but closed it, turned away from me, and stormed out of the bathroom. I let her go, knowing it was better this way. There was no way I would be able to resist her, and I didn't want to find out what she might do to change my mind.
I was already late for my meetings, and there was this nagging feeling in the back of my mind, something I was forgetting. I hoped it would return to me later. But right then, my focus wasn't on my empire, my family, or my houses. It was about an aspect of myself I had kept restrained since the moment I said 'I do.' I knew precisely why I was letting it out now. It was the exact moment I realized Vickie wasn't working for my mother, had no hidden agendas, and posed no threat to my wives.
I had agreed to a polygamous lifestyle with the understanding that I had the final say in each of my homes. That's why I found myself at the bus station, pulling up without a hint of regret or doubt. Inside, Vickie sat alone in a long row of uncomfortable chairs, a small black suitcase by her feet. As soon as I stepped into the room, she noticed me, her brows knitting together in confusion.
"Klaus?" Vickie asked as I approached. "What are you doing here? Why did you—"
I unbuttoned my suit jacket and sat directly across from her. "Change of plans."
"Huh?"
"I'm taking you home."
Vickie shook her head. "No, trust me, I don't hold onto guilt. Just do your thing, and I won't say a word—"
"You're coming with me."
She sighed, "Look, you don't have to—"
"Tonight's your night," I reminded her.
Her expression remained unchanged, as if she were assessing any threat in my words rather than acknowledging them. I stood, buttoning my jacket. "I'll wait in the car. You have one minute to gather your things," I told her before turning away and heading outside.
I leaned against my car, hands in my pockets, watching her exit the bus station. She hesitated, glancing both ways as if about to cross a street, but then turned back towards the station.
"Vickie!" I shouted. She stopped, her shoulders tensing before she turned back and walked over to me. "Get in the car."
She complied, settling into the passenger seat while I closed the trunk. Once inside, I revved the engine to life.
"Just tell me," Vickie said. "What the hell is going on?"
I smirked. "You're headstrong, tough under pressure. You don't bat an eye when faced with new situations. You're smart, collected, and you look out for your own best interests first."
Vickie nodded. "Yeah, everything that would make me a bad," she paused, shaking her head, "a bad sister wife, if that's what you guys even call it."
I glanced her way, trying hard not to fixate on her lips. "True, but it also means something else."
"And what is that?"
I kept my gaze steady on hers. "It means you'd make a hell of a Mikaelson."
With that said, I took off.
Questionnaire Character Analysis
Klaus's Pursuit of Truth
How do you perceive Klaus's determination in uncovering the truth from Vickie? Did his approach affect your opinion of him positively or negatively?
Predicting Vickie's Backstory
Were there any clues that led you to guess Vickie's backstory before it was revealed? If so, what were they?
The Significance of the Bus Ticket
Knowing that Vickie had the bus ticket all along, how does this revelation alter your perception of her character and intentions?
Vickie's Parting Words
Vickie wished the group good luck from afar. What emotions or thoughts did this evoke in you about her character and her journey?
April's Overlooked Milestone
The group overlooked that it was April's first day. Do you think they are taking her for granted? What steps should they take to make her feel more appreciated?
Klaus's Imagination and Loyalty
When Klaus imagined Vickie, do you think this constitutes emotional infidelity towards his wives, or is it a harmless fantasy that many people experience?
Klaus's Decision Regarding Elena
Klaus has chosen to disregard Elena's opinions or explanations. Do you believe his decision to be justified, and why?
Klaus and Vickie's Reunion
Klaus brought Vickie back from the bus station. How does this action influence their relationship status and future as a couple?