AU: Klaus and Caroline are engaged and soon to be married. All their friends support their happiness, but Elena has difficulty trusting in Klaus's intentions. She hates Klaus with a passion. Little does she know that her hate is just as strong as he...
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She fails him every time...
A small tea light candle flickered on a table Klaus was seated at. The smoke hazed bar was dimly lit, filled with an intimate crowd of people who appreciated soul music. The Hybrid was alone, as he sipped back a scotch on rocks and watched the seductive songstress perform on stage. A sad piano melody echoed all around the room as a rhythmic drum beat accompanied in the background. Nearly four weeks had passed since he last saw Elena's face, and Klaus was no longer in Mystic Falls. Making the brash decision of moving to New Orleans had been the best option to avoid running into the doppelganger, so he had no regrets. But breaking up with Caroline had been difficult; she was utterly heartbroken.
"I wish I could cry..." sang the brunette as she cast her eyes on the handsome man who was sitting across from her in the darkness.
Klaus noticed her gaze and gave her a subtle smirk before he finished his drink. He was about to order another when Marcelle finally arrived, and he wasn't alone.
"I'm so sorry for running late," he said. "Got held up in traffic."
Klaus immediately stood up when he noticed the beautiful caramel haired girl next to Marcelle. "This must be Davina." He charmingly smiled.
"Yes," Marcelle replied. "Davina Claire is the most powerful harvest witch of the French quarter."
He felt a tightening ache in his chest when he noticed the way she blushed after he kissed her hand.
Elena always blushed around me, he thought, trying his best to force her out of his head.
"Please," Klaus said. "Sit down." He pulled out a chair for Davina and summoned a waiter.
The three of them began to talk as Marcelle got Klaus up to speed on how he had been governing the city in place of him. Now that Klaus had returned, Marcelle was more than willing to step down from the throne and allow the rightful king to take his seat. They were family, after all, and Marcelle had great respect for Klaus.
"... So as you can see," Marcelle paused. "That's why we need Davina's help."
Klaus cast his eyes on the young witch and stole a moment to appreciate her soft, feminine features. She truly was beautiful in an innocent way.
"I've been keeping her in the attic above Father Kieran O' Connell's church for her own protection."
"Surely you could have found a better place for her, Marcelle."
"It's the only place the witches can't find her."
Davina finally decided to speak. "Marcelle does everything he can to make sure I'm comfortable." She smiled appreciatively at her friend and regarded Klaus. His gaze was intimidating to her.
"Tell me," said Klaus. "How old are you, Davina Claire?"
"I just turned sixteen."
"A beautiful young flower shouldn't be wasting away in a musty old attic." He regarded Marcelle. "You should move her into the mansion."
