Morning came as the moon flew to hide. It’s
been five days since my last encounter with him. Sitting down, I looked out the
window. The sun is so bright, and eye catching. It’s beautifully, blinding. I
stretched out my arms and legs before entering the shower. The hot water
cascaded down my aching back. It felt really good.
I dried my hair with a towel, hearing Bonnie’s
knock as I did. Opening the door without permission, Bonnie started talking, “How
dare he does that to me?! He stood me up, Caroline! I can’t believe he stood me
up!”
“Kol?” I asked. She nodded. “Well, you warned
me about Klaus. You should’ve been more careful with his brother. How did he
stand you up?”
She sighed, “We were supposed to meet
yesterday night for a movie, but he didn’t show up. I tried calling him, but it
always went to voice mail. He just called now saying, ‘something terrible
befell on my brother. I’m sorry,’” she says, trying
to imitate the charming accent of a certain brown-haired bachelor, “then
he hung up! Without another word, he hung up on me! How do I react to that?”
Brother? Which brother? Elijah? Or… Klaus? I
frowned, shaking the thought out of my head. “I have to get to work. We’ll talk
about it later, okay?” I gave her a brief hug before heading out the door. Work
should probably get my mind off of him.
Strange enough, I haven’t been seeing Matt
around lately. I wanted to tell him that I got an internship and that I was
probably leaving after my first pay, but I haven’t had a glimpse of him since
the dinner he walked out on me. He was the owner. He was usually around. I don’t
get why he’s not anymore.
My shift ended around noon. Walking towards
the exit, I saw a certain blond coming my way. I beamed, “Hey.” He didn’t look
back, but returned the greeting in an engrossed manner. I followed him inside, “Seriously?”
He finally turned, looking at me, “Is that
for me?
I scowl at him, “Do you see anyone else in
the vicinity?” He sighed, asking me, “Do you need something?” What the hell,
Matt? I didn’t really hurt a bone in you, did I? It was a mere observation.
Cami really does look like me. Her blonde hair, pretty eyes, and the height
aren’t that distinguishable from mine. It’s nothing to fret about.
“Are you mad at me or something?”
“No, Care. I’m not mad. I —” he couldn’t
continue.
I shrugged two shoulders at him spluttering, “Well,
then why are you being so weird?”
He exhaled, “I’m not. I’m working.” He’s not
working! He barely comes to work and the one time he does is the one-day that
the place doesn’t need him!
I spat, raising both my eyebrows at him, “You’re
avoiding.”
He glared at me. I’ve never seen him like
this with me before. His penetrating eyes looked into mine, as if he was eating
my soul. “No. I have a supermarket to manage. You know, that’s the kind of thing
that men obsessed over you do to make a living.” He walks away as I cross my
arms, realizing that he has taken what I said several nights before into a serious
level of comprehension.
I ran after him again, blocking his way to
the office. “Look, I said something stupid. I’m sorry, but I didn’t mean to
make it sound like that. It was just an observation, and I really saw the
resemblance. It’s unquestionable.”
Jeremy came out from the storage room,
holding a market product report in his hands. Matt walks away to sign the
delivery documents that Jeremy handed to him. “No, it’s not, Caroline. Yes, I’ve
had a crush on you for a very long time, but I saw Cami and I fell for her
instantly. I didn’t see you in her. It was just the way she moves and talks; it’s
captivating. It reminded me of something close to my heart.” He makes an
expression full of disgust and glares at me, “but you just had to ruin it, didn’t
you?”
“That’s not true. Are you seriously mad about
this?” I pause, “Matt, you know me. Okay? I say stupid things without thinking, and then I
have to apologize and take it back, and… I’m a terrible, awful person. But I’m
working on it.” I smiled.
He spat, “Look, can we not do this right now?”
I nodded, “Okay, when do you get off?”
Sighing, “Look, this thing we’ve got, it’s
nice, and it feels really good, but I really like Cami. I didn’t keep her
around my life because she reminds me of you. Not everything is about you,
Caroline.” He pursed his lips, “Yes, I’m avoiding you, because I decided to
stop pushing what connection I wanted for us to have that night you came to me
for drinks. Because if we go there, then it could mess things up, and we might
lose this, and this is the only good thing I’ve got going on for me right now. So if it doesn’t work, I’ll just disappoint you and
hurt you, and I don’t want to do that.”
“Well, big problem, Matt, because you took
the next step all by yourself, and played the whole thing out in your head, and
you decided to bail on this just because you’re afraid to lose it. So this
really great thing that we have, don’t worry about losing it, ‘cause it’s
already gone.” I storm out of the supermarket. I saw him look displeased with
himself just before I turned away.
This week has really not been the most joyful
time of my stay. Actually, no day has been joyful for me. All of my days here lately
have been screwed up! I slammed the door of the cab. “Get me to a club. I want
to get drunk!” I bark at the cab driver.
Going to clubs is not one of my many talents;
I need back up. Taking out my phone, I called one of my wildest friends from
Mystic Falls. Tonight, I’m going to have fun.
Loud dance music continues to roar through
every speaker in the room. So much dancing and drinking and hot lap-dancing.
The night is young, and the people are starting to feel hot. Some really hot
guy took off his shirt in front of me and offered to cup a feel. He was
obviously very drunk, but drunk as he was, he was well aware that I was just as
equally drunk as he.
He started coming closer to me, inch by inch,
I could feel a pool building between my thighs. I bit my lower lip as he came
closer, closing the space between us. “Caroline!” I heard a voice that made me
jump. My head turned to the direction of the sound, only to be met by furrowed
eyebrows.
He dragged me away, “I go away for two
seconds to get you some water and I see you eye-sex a shirtless man when I get
back? What’s wrong with you?”
I rolled my eyes, snatching a shot from the
table nearby, “Loosen up, Tyler! You’re in the city now! Come on,” I shouted,
giving his arm a tug, “Let’s get drunk!”
“You’ve already had too much to drink.”
I gave him a drunken smile, “Then join me. We’d
be equally as drunk. I called you up because you knew best about having fun.
Get loose, Ty! Don’t be a wuss!” Pulling the front of his shirt towards me, I
start dancing. I wait for him to dance with me.
After a while, he sighs, finally giving up
and taking a shot from the table as well. “The night’s young!” he shouted, “Let’s
dance!” he pulls me against his body and dances to the groove.
I was well aware that Tyler was coming to
visit me this week. He scheduled a club night out for him, me, and Bonnie
tomorrow night, but I was having such a crappy week that I couldn’t wait that
long. I gave Bonnie a call after hitting my third bottle of beer and she was
already on the way, obviously very upset with Kol’s actions — or his lack of actions.
The two of us have been drinking for two
hours now, me drinking 3 more bottles than her, when Tyler shows up very angry
with us for not thinking about our own safety. He was the one to party hard
back in Mystic Falls. It was unfair how he was treating us. But now that his
paternal instincts has been shut down, the party’s just getting started.
Bonnie dances to my side, “This is so worth
all the pain! Screw Kol Mikaelson! Whoo!” she screams, taking a naked man by
the shoulder to dance with her.
Obviously, everybody in the club is drunk and
no longer cares a crap. I giggled when three good-looking guys came up to me,
offering me drinks. I drank all of it and suddenly felt too light headed. There
was a difference between being drunk and being drugged. I, on the other hand,
am definitely drugged.
The guys started pulling me away, towards the
exit. I was still conscious, but barely. The black guy stripped my jacket off
of me before we even reached the door. “What are you doing?” asked the bouncer.
“Are you friends of hers?” There was no question to why the bouncer would have
asked that. The men were carrying me in the kind of way that screams kidnapping
the most!
“She just had a little too much to drink,”
shared the man with an accent. I tried keeping my eyes open, but I couldn’t manage
to show my protest with their actions. “Besides, this club’s drug dealers?
Class A. She didn’t know what was going to hit her.”
“Throw her out!” the bouncer shouted, “And
don’t go calling the police on us!”
A familiar voice emerged from behind us, “Yeah,
boys. Let’s not call the police!” then
there was a punch. More than one punch actually. I dropped to the floor,
hitting my head on the ground. I couldn’t see, but I knew that Tyler was there
for my rescue. I felt his arms wrap around me, and carry me outside. “Caroline?”
I moaned.
He set my feet down the floor, pressing my
back on the wall. “Are you crazy? Do you even realize how drunk you are?” I
couldn’t speak, moaning in response. I hear him sigh, “Care —” then his voice
disappeared. Replacing the stimulus was a pair of very cool lips, forcing its entry
into mine. His mouth tasted of whiskey and vodka.
“Ty —” I tried to speak to push him away, but
I couldn’t. He’s coming on too strong for me. His hands moved to my sides. I
whimpered, “Don’t.”
He growls, “I’ve been trying fucking hard to
stop myself from thinking about fucking you, Care.” His lips moving faster,
pressing harder. “I need you now!”
I took in a huge breath. Tyler? What is he
doing? What is he talking about? I continue to push him away, but it just made
his kisses more intense. There was a loud crash from beside us, but I was
already too drugged to see. I didn’t see anything, couldn’t hear anything. I
passed out.
I woke up the next morning, barely conscious.
My head was pounding really hard and my eyes sagged, feeling very heavy. Where
am I? What happened? I tried to force open my eyes, but the bright light wouldn’t
let me. It’s too bright. Too painful. I forced my body to sit up, barely taking
a peek at my surroundings. Where am I?
The place didn’t look like a hotel. Realizing
that I was not in my party dress, my heart started accelerating. What the hell
happened last night? Last thing I remember, I was in my second bottle of beer.
I was talking up this French guy, then nothing. I don’t remember anything
anymore. Well, I’m sure I called up Tyler from the cab. Maybe we crossed paths
and he took me in. But this isn’t a hotel. Besides, the least Tyler could
afford is a motel! And this looks like a freaking palace for the Queen!
The T-shirt I was wearing was a shirt clearly
for a fan of the band N’Sync. Are they still on the radio? Didn’t they like break up? I groaned, hitting my head
back onto the pillow. Did I have a one night stand with someone I don’t
remember? Burying my head into the second pillow beside me, I shouted. The
sound of the door opening caught my attention.
Who’s that? Tyler? Bonnie? Slowly removing
the pillow from my face, I peeked. No, it wasn’t Tyler. It wasn’t Bonnie. My
heart jumped to my throat. It was Him.
He walked over to the bed beside me with a
sturdy expression on his face. Placing a glass of whatever on the night table,
his expression shifted to rage. Did we? Oh my. I tried to open my mouth to ask,
but my brain won’t let me. I wanted to know so badly what had happened last
night. Did Tyler even see me? Or did I see Him instead and practically jumped
at the idea of spending the night with him?
My eyes looked to the glass. There were tiny
white substances floating around the brown-colored liquid. I frown. What is
that? When I returned to facing him, I can see that fury has swallowed him
full. “Drink,” he said with so much authority. I obeyed, frightened of what he
might do if I didn’t submit to his wishes.
The drink tasted of prune juice and something
rusty and salty. Just gross. I didn’t finish the drink, but when I looked up to
him, his face still had that anger I feared of, and so instead of facing the
wrath, I forced the drink into my mouth. It made me feel sick. I handed him the
glass. He didn’t take it. He didn’t move actually. “What?” I asked.
We stared into each other’s eyes for a good
ten seconds before he blinked away what I believe was fear. His shoulders
relaxed and he sat down on the bed beside me, however, still keeping a good distance
between us. “How are you feeling, Caroline?”
Shaking my head, “My head hurts,” only to
realize that the pain has went away. Whatever it was that he made me drink, it
worked. The throbbing is gone. I can see clearly now. I can open my eyes
without having to squint away from the brightness. “Actually, I feel better now,
thanks to whatever you made me drink.”
He nodded. He got up from the bed, obviously
deciding to leave the room. “Where are you going?” I spat. His head turned,
surprisingly with a dimpled smile on his face. He made no sound. “What happened
last night?” As I asked, the smile disappeared immediately. I sat up properly
on the bed, “What? Why? What happened?”
Sighing, “You don’t recall anything at all?”
I shook my head, “I remember as much as my
second bottle.” I looked to my right, trying to remember. I think I called
Bonnie. “I think Bonnie was with me, and Tyler. Were they?” Stupid question. He
didn’t know who Tyler was. “I called up this guy friend of mine from Mystic
Falls. His name was Tyler. Did you see him from last night?”
He stiffened. The mention of Tyler’s name
obviously hitting a nerve in him. Did they know each other? Or did they just
meet yesterday in a terrible situation? Maybe Tyler tried stealing off a girl
he was persuading. He opened his mouth, “Last I saw your pal, he was lying on
the ground with a broken lip, bruises on both eyes, and a broken nose.” He smirked,
“I think he also has a broken jaw. I’d have to check back on that just to be
sure,” he finished with pure amusement in his tone. “Believe me, I could have
done a lot worse if Elijah hadn’t come to stop me.”
Pushing away the quilt with so much power, I
jumped out of the bed. With the way he said that, it was obvious that he
inflicted the injuries on Tyler. Bonnie was right, he is dangerous. I felt a flow of cool wind pass between my legs. I
looked down of me, realizing that I was wearing a very petite pair of boxer
shorts. Oh my God. I really did sleep with him! Frowning, I searched for my
clothes. “You know, Bonnie was right. You are
a monster!” I judged with so much hostility in my voice.
“You should be nicer to me,” he said, “Your
brain obviously don’t recollect the whole story.”
I scowled, “What whole story? How you beat my
friend to death?”
“No. How he took advantage of you while you were
drunk and drugged. How he came for your rescue, only to be the obvious danger.”
He answered.
Danger to me? Tyler took advantage of me? I
closed my eyes, thinking back to yesterday night. There was a group of men, who
bought me drinks. They drugged me. Tyler saved me. So, what did Klaus mean by
Tyler taking advantage of me? I gazed into his raging eyes, “Tell me what happened.”
He smirked. One minute he’s this angry guy
who literally just admitted to rearranging Tyler’s face, then the next, he
becomes this charming British King. It’s mind altering. “Over breakfast. You
would need something in your stomach. Did you even eat anything before you went
to drink alcohol as if your life depended on it?” There’s angry Klaus again. It’s
hard to keep up.
I didn’t answer him anymore. I just went over
to the door and waited for him to follow and open the door for me. He
eventually got the picture and obliged. He walked me to the kitchen, but my
mind suddenly lingered to Bonnie and Tyler. What happened to them? If Klaus
hurt Tyler, did he even bother taking him to the hospital? I stopped walking, “I
have to go. Bonnie and Tyler would be looking for me.”
“They will be fine. Kol promised to take your
friend Bonnie home safely.”
I chuckled, “Strange, because he is the exact
reason why she was even there anyway.” I paused, “But Tyler doesn’t live around
here. He could get lost, or get himself in more trouble. I have to go find him.”
He looked displeased. Frustrated. Angered.
Enraged. Infuriated. “Eat,” he commanded.
I rolled my eyes, “You’re not my Dad.” Seeing
him like this is strange. He seems so oriented. He let out a long breath, as if
trying to release the anger building inside of him.
“Caroline,” he said in a calm tone. “Eat,
please.”
I sighed. How could I actually say no to
that? He sounds so convincing and vulnerable. Who would’ve thought that a side
like this exists in him? Walking to the stool beside him, I kept my eyes glued
to his, but became distracted with the omelet that sat on the plate opposite my
stool. Ham and Cheese omelet, my personal favorite.
My stomach growled. I feel a blush creep up
my cheeks, hoping that he did not hear my stomach make the noise. I took the
fork from beside the plate and took a mouthful of the egg. Yum. It was very
satisfying. I gave him a look, “Did you make these?” I paused, swallowing the
remnants of the ham, “I couldn’t imagine Katherine actually be a lady in the kitchen.”
A sound from behind me made me still, “You’d
be surprised of what I could do, Caroline.” She smirked, “But you were right.
Klaus made you breakfast. He was being silly thinking that maybe you were
allergic to chicken eggs.” Giving Klaus an I-told-you-so look, “Clearly, she’s
not.”
“Katerina,” he muttered in a very Klaus-like
tone. “Better you leave now, or I will be forced to extend your services for
another five-hundred lifetimes.”
Her body tensed up, as if taking his exaggeration
too seriously, “I just came to inform you that your meeting with the council
has been approved to be set for another week. They seem very angry with you.”
She paused, “You might need to,” looking at me in fear, “fix that.”
He gave her a nod, “Very well then, make sure
that the town water supply has not been compromised. I’ll get to that shortly
after I take Caroline home safely.”
“Certainly my lord,” then she left.
I glared at him. He glared back, but in a
rather playful way, as if challenging me. “I am very capable of taking a cab
home, you know!”
He chuckled,
“Okay. Can you call for one right now?”
I sighed, realizing that my phone ran out of
bars last night. Stupid battery sucking cellphone! “Well, I could walk home!”
This time, he laughed, really hard. I didn’t
catch the amusement in my reply, but for some unapparent reason, he’s enjoying
my snarky replies. This is the fun Klaus. Very charming. “Where’s the fun in
that?” he said, his chest still roaring in laughter. I just sat there, still looking
at him. Fighting with royalty is really not one of my strong suits. He’s just
so rich and wealthy that the idea of walking makes him laugh. He noticed my
silence and slowly toned down from his laughter, “Just eat, love. Don’t worry
about it.”
I exhaled audibly. Guess there’s no point in
arguing about that. I returned to eating my scrumptious breakfast. Thinking, “Why
are you assuming that the town water supply would be compromised?”
His expression suddenly changes. The smile
disappeared and the tone shifts into a more tensed form, “Collateral damage.
Nothing the locals have to worry about,” reassuring me with a forced up smile
Compromised water supply? What does that even
mean? What part of that don’t I need to worry about? Klaus Mikaelson, you are
one very odd man. I scraped the last bit of omelet from my plate and gaze down
to the coffee mug beside me that I didn’t notice until now. I took hold of it,
putting my nose in it as I sipped.
I choked. Klaus immediately stood up from his
chair to my side with a worried look on his face. I met his gaze, “How much
sugar did you think I needed?” I put down the mug, pushing it away from me. I
cough, waiting for his reply.
But he didn’t. He remained silent but with
embarrassment on his face. He apologizes, “Sorry. I don’t drink coffee.” He
walked to the counter top by the sink, “I’ll make you another one.”
I shook my head, “Water would be fine,
please. Let’s not create another disaster.”
He turned his head to give me his signature
smile, but didn’t stop from fixing up another mug of coffee. I looked around
his kitchen. There was a box sitting on top of the trash bin that read, America’s
Finest: Coffee Maker. Weird. I got up from my chair and got a good glimpse of
the bags of groceries on the floor. There was also a box for the pan that he
just used on the side.
“Wait, is everything in this place brand new?”
I shot him a quizzical look, “You don’t drink coffee, but you have a brand new
coffee maker. And you have a brand new cooking pan. And did I mention the many
bags of groceries by the refrigerator? What game are you playing?”
His eyes looked up, trying to come up with an
excuse. I saw a hint of defeat in them when he answered me, not meeting my eye but
continually looking from the boxes to the bags of groceries. “I didn’t know
what you wanted to eat. So, I went to the supermarket earlier this morning. I
was halfway through cooking some pancakes, when you woke up. I had some muffins
baking in the oven too, but the first batch got burnt, so I started a second
one. Then you woke up and I had to get rid of them before you saw.
“Honestly, I find myself lucky enough to have
finished making the omelet and coffee before you got up.” He explained, “I
enjoy eating outside with Kol, so I don’t bother to buy supplies. And also, I
don’t drink coffee like I said earlier. The pan was just for a little flare,”
he finished, wiggling his eyebrows.
I squint my eyes at him, not believing even a
word of his made up excuse. “So I’m guessing the contents of your trash can
would be the remnants of your batch of burnt and unbaked English Muffins?
“I also had some cookies lying around, but
Katerina ate them all when you were in your slumber.” He smiled.
Pursing my lips, “You didn’t need to buy a
coffee maker for me. I prefer to drink milk. And thank you, I enjoyed the
omelet very much. You are a great cook.” I paused, “Not very excellent in
brewing coffee though, sorry to disappoint.”
An ear to ear grin flashed upon his face.
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