Friendship that Fades

I will always remember that late October night.

With you, I smile and see the light.

One 15^th of October, I sent you a short text.

It said, “Happy Birthday,” then our friendship bloomed next.

We became friends, and it developed to something more.

That one time you texted, “Thank you,” and I asked, “What for?”

You told me that I was special, but only as a friend.

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said, and we officially became the best of friends.

A year has passed, and the friendship we used to have,

Now seems non-existent, and I’m sure I could go mad.

In that moment, I learned that friendship doesn’t always last.

Friendship usually fades, as if time was too fast. 

Fifty Shades of Klaus : Chapter 9

I make my way to the mouth of the mansion. Giving it a light knock, I wait. No longer than two minutes after my knock, the door opens; holding it is a petite woman with jet-black hair. Her skin is a hint darker than Bonnie's, but her face wasn't familiar at all. I confess to making very little research about their family but I'm very sure that there are only two Mikaelson women.

Who is this? “I'm here to see Klaus?” I said. She didn't reply. She just stood there, suspiciously staring intently into my eyes. I flinch in discomfort. “Klaus Mikaelson,” I clarify.

She glares at me with an aura of dominance surrounding her. I gulp. Who is she?! “You're not on the list. Kindly leave immediately.”

I gape at her. This is unbelievable! Elijah forced me to come here only so that their butler — or whatever she is — could tell me to scram? No. I'm not letting this happen. “Could you double check? I'm Caroline Forbes. I'm here for the interview.”

Rolling her eyes for what seemed like a decade of silence, she smirks arrogantly. “I’ve said it once and I'll say this again. Not. On. The. List.” It's taking all of me not to attack her. Outrageous! Just incredibly, maddening.

“You didn't even check!” I spat. Sighing in exasperation, I mentally decided to go back home. This is pointless. I am not sitting by and allow their family to make a fool out of me. Before I was even able to turn my back to her, I hear a woman's voice in the background.

“Mindy, what did I tell you about opening the door?” she pauses, “Didn't I tell you never to open the door for us, especially when someone's in the mansion?” That sexy, sultry voice doesn't leave my long-term memory. That was definitely Katherine.

Fifty Shades of Klaus : Chapter 8

“Caroline Forbes from Q & S Journ. I have a memo coming from my boss that says I am an intern. Do you need the memorandum as proof?” I asked.

A journalism workshop is held at a convention center in the city. Marcel insisted that I attend to have me all prepped for the interview with the Mikaelson's. But honestly, I don't know how I feel about the upcoming interview.

The lady behind the desk shook her head, “No, Ma'am. I see your name on the list. Here is your membership I.D. and please find a seat. The seminar will be starting soon. Mr. Gerard always have a few seats reserved up the front and from the lack of attendees, I predict some to be empty now. Would you need me to escort you?”

Handing me the I.D. with my name, she smiles. I gave her a nod, “Yes please. I’m not familiar with the place.”

She giggles, getting up from her seat and leading the way. “It’s natural for you to feel that way. Mr. Gerard never briefs his interns in times like this. There are actually a couple of men from your company, who have signed in for the day. You could start getting acquainted with them.”

I followed from behind her. There was an immense number of journalists present. Some looking very professional, but there were a few that looked as clueless as I do. The lady from the desk halted and said, “These are Mr. Gerard’s reservations,” gesturing to four rows of chairs, three of which were filled. She smiles, “You may sit anywhere you please.”

Fifty Shades of Klaus : Chapter 7

One Monday morning while I was working my shift at the supermarket, I saw Matt come in with Cami beside him. I glare. Yeah, sure, rub it on my face! I sighed, Cami is an awesome girl but I'm just too pissed with Matt to even care about her awesomeness. He couldn't just treat me like the way he did and expect me to forgive him without an apology.

I walked to him, head held high with all intentions of embarrassing him in front of his maiden. There was a certain hint of pride in my eyes as I walked but it eventually vanished the moment I saw Cami wrap her arms around Matt's arm. They're together. My shoulders dropped.

They must've really liked each other to have sped into the relationship like that. Not everything is about you, Caroline. I sigh, recalling Matt’s words to me. Rolling my eyes, I walk up to the two of them, “Cami,” I looked at the pretty blonde, “Matt,” acknowledging the blond boy.

“Caroline,” both of them said back, giggling at the fact that they said it concurrently. They look good together. I really shouldn’t be interfering with their happiness just because I didn’t have it.

I smile at them, “Matt, I just came to tell you that I got this internship with the firm that I’ve been dying to get into. So, I was hoping that you could let me go off and resign with my week’s pay, will that be alright? I hope it wouldn't be much trouble.”

He nods, “That'll be fine. Can you drop by on Wednesday? Or should I send them to your house?”

“I'll come over. I'll be gone by the end of my day shift.” Pausing, “I need to start interviewing the Mikaelson’s for my article. Will that be okay?”

“Oh yeah! That's great, Caroline. I'm happy for you,” his eyes looked back to mine with hesitation. “I'll see you around then,” finishing it with a smile.

Nodding, I gave them both a smile and started walking away. I lied about the interview thing. Truth is, Marcel asked for me. He wanted to discuss some ground rules with me and tip me for the upcoming interview. Klaus hasn't called, but I was hoping that he would anytime soon now.

Fifty Shades of Klaus : Chapter 6

In the beauty of the manor, Klaus helped me get to know him better by sharing about his relationship with his siblings. It was strange how he stiffened the second I asked him to tell me about them. But eventually, he grins at me, and talks like a parrot.

“Elijah is the oldest. He is the moral one amongst us siblings. He would always stand for what's right, even if he had to turn his back on us. However, he somehow manages to make it up to us in his own strange way. Family is greatly important to him.” He gave me a wolfish grin and continued, “Second is Finn. He is the most,” he paused, “well, for the lack of better words, troubled. He is always so paranoid about everything. He takes insignificant things and turn them into a whole new kind of danger. The introvert that he is hates the fact that I possess this much power over the town.

“I would be third of the Mikaelson men — apart from the dead.”

I raise an eyebrow at him in curiosity, “Apart from the dead? Did someone die?”

He frowns, bowing his head in the process. Something about the way he looks seem pitiable. I don't quite get it, but the way he bowed his head made my heart clench. “I had an older brother. His name was Aaron, but he died a long time ago.” Saying that, he raised his head, giving me a smile.

That smile would probably have made me smile too, but I couldn't make myself do it. It's so sad, “I'm sorry. What happened to him?” I asked.

He sighs, not with sadness but rather frustration. “Too many centuries ago to matter.”

Centuries? What is it with this man and exaggerations? Why does he always use centuries? If he used years, it would still mean all the same, but he just always had to make it sound a lot worse with centuries. “Okay,” I said, letting go of the matter. “And how would you describe yourself?”