𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚
𝘛𝘶 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢
𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜
𝘛𝘶 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰
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"I like our future."
"As do I."
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doesn't follow the storyline of any of the shows.
The French in here is...
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Cordelia wandered the beautiful streets of France. Her hometown of Paris. She remembered her mother and stepfather teaching how to ride a bike in front of the Eiffel Tower. She quickly shook that off, not having any attachment to the memory.
She flew here kind of on impulse. Compelling herself a free ride in first class without any clothes or money. She looked ahead and saw a fashion store. No vervain here, small amounts of people, men who'd give her anything without compulsion.
This was going to work out just fine.
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Many months of Cordelia being gone had taken its toll on Klaus. He hadn't slept in weeks, he barely made sense, and more and more he'd accept Kol's invitation to bars to get wasted. Despite many women throwing themselves at him, he'd decline every single one. Staying loyal despite his love being god knows where.
He was currently sitting in the corner of the bathroom as David gave the twins a bath. Klaus was mumbling incoherent things and David paid no mind, already used to one crazy brother.
Rebekah burst in the room and Klaus drunkenly covered his chest. "My goodness, Rebekah. Knock much?" He burst out in laughter.
"Shut up idiot. We found Cordelia." Charlie was behind her.
He shot up, sober ness falling over him quickly. "Where?"
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A man had been rubbing Cordelia's feet when it was announced she had a visitor.
Klaus she smirked. She was wondering when he'd find her.
She nodded to the man and he opened the door to reveal him and her sister.
"Klaus! MJ! What a surprise." She got up and waved off the foot massager.
They both stood there stunned when she kissed both their cheeks and offered them food and wine.
MJ spit out the wine and Cordelia laughed.
"Oh yeah sorry- I had them put their blood in all the wine," she giggled.
"Cordelia we've-"
"Come to take me back 'home.'" She used air quotes. "I know I know. Cant live without me huh?"
"In all honestly, no." Klaus admitted.
"That's adorable." She says back relaxed in a chair and the same man came back to give her a shoulder rub.
"What exactly is going on here? Are these guys your servants? Whose house is this?" MJ asked.
"Most of them are compelled, some of them are working with the promise of sex- but don't worry that's not happening- this house belongs to some German guy who bought this house from a Russian woman even though it's a French house...? I'm not entirely sure what the story is I don't really care- point is, I killed the guy that owns the place so now I get to live here all by myself. And Gustavo of course." She kissed the man who was rubbing her shoulders on the cheek.
"Wait- you killed a man?" MJ asked, shocked.
"Yes." Cordelia said as if nothing was wrong.
"I thought your plan wasn't to kill people?" Klaus asked.
"It is. But the guy spoke German- I couldn't understand him and I wanted his house. So-" she made a slashing motion to her throat then laughed like it was funny.
Klaus looked to MJ before looking back to Cordelia. The woman in the chair who was getting her shoulders rubbed and laughing at killing people, was not his Angel. It had the same face, same hibiscus ring, same beautiful eyes and silk like hair. But it also had a darkness about it. An evil somewhere hidden deep. Like if he were to make a wrong move, say the wrong thing, the situation would worsen in a way that could hurt him. Or worse, MJ.
"Darling, how about I join you?" Klaus masked his face and smirked to the girl.
"What?" MJ and Cordelia said at the same time.
"I was the king of New Orleans for a time. And I do have quite the reputation of murder in case you forgot." He leaned next to her.
"More lies to get me to turn it back on." She signed and laughed lightly.
"No, this is real. The only reason I changed to good, was for you. The only reason I stopped killing and not caring- was for you. Now, let me worship you. Let me rule, next to you."
She looked to him, considering.
"You've done quite nicely for yourself here. But imagine what I could give you. With me here, everyone would fear you." He leaned in close, so their lip were touching. She breathed heavily. "Say yes, darling."
It took a while of heavy breathing and considering what could happen. But even without humanity, there was still love and trust for Klaus, deep, deep inside her. She pushed Gustavo's hands off her shoulders and kissed Klaus briefly, "yes."
"Excellent." He smirked and got up, sitting next to Cordelia.
"Uh, Klaus? Buddy? This isn't the plan." MJ grew nervous at her vulnerability.
"Take her to my room, lock her in it." Cordelia said, looking to Klaus for hesitation.
He put his hand to her cheek and slightly brushed over her lip. "Perfect, love. Just perfect."
