The Wolf - Klaroline

04. Girl in New Orleans

Season 1 Episode 4

Notes:

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"Tell me, Cami. Does that sound evil to you?"

Cami?

Caroline stops dead on her track, attention suddenly piqued. Shamelessly, she glues her ears to the closed door, straining to hear the conversation.

She knew Klaus was home, and locked up in a room all morning. She didn't know he had guests.

And it seems like it's not just any guest either.

"I don't believe in evil as a diagnosis."

Caroline scrunches up her nose at the sound of the woman's voice, fighting to contain the undignified grunt from escaping her.

The girl with the angel wings, who's dating Marcel and who Klaus categorically said he was not interested in, but who now happens to be locked in the living room with him, having some kind of philosophical conversation about the nature of evil.

Klaus has kept the plantation a secret from almost everyone under the argument that it's safer this way. Sophie Deveraux and some of her witchy friends aside, no one knows the Mikaelsons are there. Caroline is made to live a phantom-like existence within the space between her bedroom and the kitchen because the risk of Marcel finding out that a witch has become pregnant with Klaus' miracle hybrid baby is too jarring.

But he seems to have no problems at all bringing Marcel's own girlfriend into the house.

He must really trust this girl.

"I think you have unstable personal relationships, stress-related paranoia, chronic anger issues, fear of abandonment," Cami continues. "I think you could benefit from talking to someone. Professionally."

For someone Klaus doesn't have a relationship with, Cami certainly nailed him down. It took Caroline years to understand that Klaus' issues weren't all just fundamental evil, but rather deeply rooted in self-loathing, insecurities and traumas he only knows how to process through violence. They must have been spending a lot of time together. And talking, by the sounds of it.

"I think I prefer to talk to you."

She can hear Klaus' smirk in his voice, can imagine the wolfish glint in his eyes. Caroline grinds her jaw, feeling a stab of jealousy.

That lying dick.

"So I'm going to offer you a job," Klaus continues excitedly. "As my stenographer."

"Ok. What are we writing?"

"My memoirs, of course. Someone should know my story."

Caroline snorts. That man's ego is larger than the moon. Oh, Caroline could certainly tell Cami some stories about Klaus. She would run away screaming before she even got to the end of his first year in Mystic Falls.