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?”

That signature smile of his crept up his face, “I hear I am the most charming, but I doubt that you would believe me.” Both of us laugh at his words. “I am the most impulsive. There's not much to tell.”

I smile, “Fine, Kol then.”

“Kol, he was born after me. He is very cocky. He thinks that he is the most attractive man who exists, but I think he's more immature than attractive,” he stated.

Sighing, “Perfect for Bonnie. She always goes for the playful kind of guy.” I admitted.

He chuckled, “Do you want to speak further of Bonnie and Kol's relationship, or would you rather I proceed with my tree of unappreciative siblings?” I blush and gave him a nod. “Rebekah would be next. She is,” he laughs at a memory of something. His adorable laugh. I smile in awe. “Rebekah is so stubborn and reckless. She is free-spirited, but also very insecure about everything. She never listens to a word my brothers and I say. That's how stubborn she is.”

A carefree laugh escapes my lips, “Strangely, I don’t find that hard to believe. She must be a pain to live with from time to time.”

“She is,” he chuckled, “But each of us have changed in various ways since the death of my youngest brother, Henrik. Elijah became very stern about justice, thus becoming more moral. Finn became negligent. Kol, well, he became more of what he already was, since he tends to take opportunities now as if it is a gift from the almighty. Rebekah, on the other hand, just became more adventurous.”

I asked, “And you?”

He fell quiet. The expression on his face made me feel like there is a hidden secret for me to ask about, but I was frightened to inquire. “I love to be in control. It has given me much power and when I feel robbed from the said power, I tend to be unimaginably unnegotiable.”

“So, you go on tantrums when you don’t get to control things?”

He answers, uncrossing his legs, “It’s more complicated than that. I don’t like feeling vulnerable, Caroline. I have gone that road once and to go back there again, I couldn’t.”

How has Klaus gone through that road? He doesn’t look like the man to have suffered in the past. He was brought up from a wealthy family, I couldn’t imagine him suffering at any cost. “Tell me more about that, your fears. What are you afraid of?”

Shaking his head, his smile turned to a frown. He didn’t answer my question, but rather just stared into my quizzical eyes. What could possibly be so terrifying that he couldn’t tell me? He could trust me. I think I have proven that already. So what is it that scares him? Why couldn’t he be honest? “I told you before. I like having you around, Caroline. Telling you about all this would mean risking the possible relationship that we could have been building since the ball.”

“I’m not going to run. If you’re scared that I would be irrational after you tell me, you’re wrong. What could be so terrible that makes you this afraid anyway?” Our eyes meet, “Klaus, I’m not going anywhere. You told me you feel this imponderable draw to me, and I feel the same about you. As much as I want to look away and find someone better to talk to, I always end up being around you. You saved me from Tyler. Fate did that.”

He didn’t move or speak for a few seconds before laughing very loud. I glare at him. “Fate has not done anything. You called me last night, Caroline. You sounded drunk and I had to come check if you were alright.”

Oh my God. Revelation. I didn't realize that it was even possible. I just assumed that we both ended up being in the same club and then we started attacking each other with sexual desire. But I don't feel sore between my thighs, so maybe we didn't. “I did? What did I say?”

He chuckles, “Well, you made it very clear that you were upset with what I did. There wasn't really much of a conversation, so there is not much for me to tell, but I can assure you there was nothing too embarrassing,” he reassures me with a convincing dimpled smile.

I gave him a nod, “How did you know where I was? Did I end up telling you that, or did I ask you to come and get me?”

“Well,” he paused, thinking of a way to answer my question, “I had to track down your location.” I gape at him. “It was because you slurred around each word that you muttered and I had to know that you would be alright. You wouldn't tell me where you were. I had to put matters into my own hands.”

I ask, “What else happened?”

Shaking his head, “Nothing else. Well, other than the incident with your immoral friend, but you already know about that, don't you?”

I nod. Yes, I do know. Tyler took advantage of me. Klaus told me that the moment I woke up and again in detail after I finished breakfast, but it is noon now and I still haven't heard from Tyler or Bonnie. It makes me worried.

“Something bothering you, love?”

I shot him a challenging look, “You could guess but I doubt you'll get it right.” He smiled his signature smirk, I smiled back. “It's Bonnie. She hasn't called me. I want to know if she's okay.” I paused to meet his eyes, “I mean, no offense to you Mikaelson men, but you don't really look the type a mother would be gladly handing over her daughter to.”

He laughed, “I'm offended that you think so low of my family, Caroline.”

“No, not your family. Just you and Kol.”

We laughed together, the rhythm of the sound blending together very nicely. I could stay like this for a century with him and not get bored. I need to leave now, but I want to be assured that I would see him again. I need to know that there would still be a next time and that it would be more than just a bump along the crowded streets of the quarter.

There was that imperceptible electricity flowing between us again. I bit my lip, “Caroline.” He stated, “I must take you home. There are concerns with the town council that I have to attend to immediately.” Pausing, he peeks at his phone, “This would take long, I couldn’t beg of you to wait for me.”

Nodding, “Of course, I should go look for Tyler.” When can I see you again? I frown, I can’t ask that. “But hey, I got this internship in that really amazing journalism firm that I have always dreamt of working for. But I need to write an article about your family before they could guarantee my employment. Would you happen to have time for an interview with me? It doesn’t need to be now, just anytime you’re available.”

He didn’t answer. Having his dimpled smile on his face, he gestured me towards the door. I got up from my seat on the couch and followed him outside. I looked at his face for a possible hint of confirmation that I had missed, but all I saw was amusement. Maybe that meant a no. Slumping into the passenger’s side of the car, I strapped myself in.

Watching him climb into the driver’s side, I caught a glimpse of Katherine with Elijah on the balcony. They were looking down on us all smiles. Elijah looked taller than I had remembered now that he is standing beside his beloved. They look perfect and happy together. Who would’ve thought that a mischievous servant of Klaus could fall madly in love with his ethical brother and look this perfect for each other? The Mikaelsons are everything but predictable. From the line of brothers and sister that Klaus has shared with me a short while ago, I could only imagine the surprises that one could expect being around their family.

The car started driving away from the manor. I tried to memorize the street names along his home, hoping that one day I would be coming here on my own. I looked to the driver, who was still wearing a smile full of delight. He chuckled, “If you don’t stop staring, I would assume that you are developing a liking to me, Caroline.”

I blush, “Maybe I am.”

He stiffened. His knuckles turned white as his fist clenched tighter, enveloping the steering wheel. I gulped, was it something I said? His poker face didn’t come unnoticed and his sudden quiver didn’t either. It came as such a surprise to me that after a few minutes of stiffening poker faces and quivers, a smirk suddenly creeps up his face. “I will be honored to do that interview for your article. I would need to check with my family's schedules before I could give you a date. I'll call to tell you.”

I beam. Is this for real? I'm really going to get that job! I rummaged through my bag, looking for a pen and paper to write down my number on. Blush-on, lipstick, powder, tampons, and cash. I forgot that the mere purpose of my trip last night was to have fun, and that meant strictly bringing only clubbing necessities. “What are you doing?” ask Klaus, taking his eyes off the road to look at me.

“I'm looking for a pen. You would need my number if you're going to call me.” I said, making it sound like it was the obvious thing to do.

He chuckled the chuckle of an English man, “There's no need. I know your hometown address, work address, city address, email address and back up email address. I think a phone number would be within the reach of my capabilities,” he grins.

I rolled my eyes, “Stalker. Did you forget to mention to me that you were tracking my whereabouts everywhere I go?”

“Well, it wouldn't sound very chivalrous of me, would it?” The car came to a stop just before Bonnie's house. Well, of course he knows where I am staying. Like he said, he knows all my addresses. It wouldn't even surprise me if he knew the address of the hospital from where I was born.

“Thank you,” I said, releasing the seatbelt. I turned to look at him, but he was already staring at me. His face is relaxed, cheeks are dimpled, lips are kissable, nose is perfect and his eyes — they were hungry. Hungry for what, I didn't know, but they were hungry. “Not just for the ride or the breakfast and the very terrible coffee,” we both smile at the memory of my disgust for the first coffee he ever brewed, “but for saving me. I know that I really shouldn't be thanking a stranger for stalking me to know my whereabouts just to save my life, but thank you.” I smiled.

He smirked, “Goodbye, Caroline.” He took my right hand, leaving a chaste kiss on the back of it. I missed catching a breath at the surprise of his actions but immediately got myself together.

I stumbled out of the car, and stood there, watching him drive away with his car. After spending a whole morning and afternoon with him, I definitely would be feeling a hole from the fact that he would no longer be around.

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Cleaning up the dishes from dinner, I hear a knock from the door. I looked out, expecting Bonnie since I haven't heard from her since the night of the clubbing. She hasn't come home for a day now, I wonder what Kol could've done to her. But I trust Klaus when he said that she was in good hands, so I didn't bother checking up. Maybe they were just enjoying each other.

I opened the door, revealing a bruised and swollen face. I gasp, “What happened to you?” Like you don't know, my inner goddess barks at me.

“Klaus,” he said. “Are you okay? I was so worried when he took you away. I am so sorry, Care. I was so drunk; I didn't know what I was doing.” He tried to reason, reaching for my arms.

Shaking away his approaches, I spat, “No! What you did was unforgivable, Tyler. I thought you knew better than to get that drunk when you're with me. You know I have low tolerance for alcohol and that I would need you at my rescue!”

“I did save you from those assholes!”

I roll my eyes, “Yeah, only to be the major danger!” I spat, shadowing my response with one of Klaus' comments about what Tyler did. “Look, I know about your creepy crush on me, but I thought it was clear to you that it's never going to happen between us!”

He nods, “I know. I just thought that if I kiss you, if you knew how much I cared about you, it could change the way you feel about me. Care, I am sorry. Please forgive me. I was drunk; I didn’t know what I was doing. It felt like such a great feeling when I kissed you that night, but I promise, I will never do it again. Just be my friend again.”

Sighing, I thought about the great things that Tyler and I have gone through over the past years. We've been such great friends for so long and I have grown very fond of him. I couldn't imagine not having him in my life anymore. “Okay, I forgive you. Just don't do that ever again.” He nods and I approach him for a hug. After all the drama, it still feels great to have him around.

We both decided that it was for the best that he stayed the night with me since he didn't have a place to stay. His injuries were worse than I imagined. Klaus didn't mention breaking his face and fingers, but Tyler didn't seem to be so enraged about it. He looks calm, as if he feels like he deserved the beating.

“It hurts, but the doctors prescribed me a really awesome painkiller. I barely feel my fingers. They've been numb since last night,” he explains.

I want to feel sorry for him, but with what he almost did to me, I couldn't make myself feel pity. I helped him clean up his wounds and was fixing up the couch for him to sleep on when I heard him speak again.

“Klaus drew this for you?” he asked.

I threw the blanket onto the couch when he asked; I peered inside my room, “Huh?”

“That's pretty creepy.”

I chuckled, walking into the room to find Tyler near my bed, staring at the piece of parchment. I crossed my arms, “Yeah, Klaus is pretty creepy, even when he's trying to be charming.”

He spat, “Charming? Does Klaus have a thing for you or something?”

I rolled my eyes, feeling slightly relieved that he wasn’t asking about how I felt about Klaus. A part of me really wants Klaus to like me, because a part of me likes him too. But with what I saw from the past few days, he's done nothing but allure women. It wasn't just me, it was every women that he sees. That's his game. That's what he does. He's unable of really loving someone.

“No. As far as I'm concerned, he is incapable of real feelings.” I smiled

He asks, “I'm serious. What the hell happened while I was gone?” Bewilderment flashed across Tyler's face. It took me a back. His face was so unlike any other kind of anger that I have ever witnessed before. His nostrils grew big and his eyes flared with hostility. It wasn’t his usual throwing tantrums kind of anger; he just faked playfulness into each word that he spoke, still making me feel the anger that he possesses.

“Tyler. Nothing.” He continues to glare, as if waiting for me to admit some kind of sin. “Nothing happened!”

“Then why did you keep this?” He shouted.

My eyebrows furrowed at him and my heart halted in fear. “I don't know!” I shouted back. He exhaled in frustration, shaking his head slowly from side to side. I see disappointment on his face. I don’t understand why he’s so upset though. “I think I’m going to find some place else to spend the night.”

He leaves the room, handing the drawing back to me. “Tyler. Tyler!” My gaze looks down at the drawing and follows him as he strode out. What is it with him and Klaus? Why is he so mad about this? I ran after him, “Tyler, what’s your problem? Why are you mad?”

He spat, “Because he did this to me!” gesturing to his face and injuries, “He almost killed me, Caroline! And what now? You’re fucking him now? He fucks me up like this and takes my girl? I’m not going to take this lightly!”

“I’m not your girl. Stop being such an ass about this!”

Taking a vase from the side and throwing it onto the floor, he shouts, “I don’t deserve this! I let him beat me up, but I’m not letting him take you from me too. I’m going to destroy him. You can side with me or you could go with him, but whatever you choose, I am going to dispose him. I’m not letting anything stop me. Not even you,” he storms off.