The Wolf - Klaroline

10. The Casket Girls

Season 1 Episode 10

Notes:

Once again, THANK YOU SO. SO. MUCH for the incredible response to this story! :) Really, it's gone beyond all my initial expectations for this story and it's inspiring me to keep going. So, since I asked you guys to drop me a note and let me know if you wanted quicker updates and you guys have delivered on your end, here it is. Not as fast as the last one, but I think a little over a week is still pretty good timing! Thank you so much, guys! And, again, I'm easy like Sunday morning when it comes to bribes.

As always, coveredinthecolors have to thank for her awesome beta services, which have included name-calling Elijah and starting a Klaus supporting group. She also helped me beat this into shape and make it an all-around better read! ❤ If you haven't already, I strongly recommend that you check out her stuff. It's truly, truly amazing.

You'll probably still find several mistakes there, and they're all my own. English is not my first language, so I apologize beforehand.

Also, episode 10 of The Originals starts with one my favorite songs from the show's soundtrack and I've been listening to it nonstop since I wrote this chapter. So if you guys would like some MOOD, the song is called Dark Doo Wop, by Ms Mr.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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For centuries, people have come to New Orleans looking for a fresh start, hoping to find fortune, adventure, even love. Back in the really old days, young society women were imported from France with the promise of marrying a proper gentleman.

That's how the legend of the casket girls began. Women brought in carriages, expecting to meet the love of their lives, found themselves surrounded by savages. The men in New Orleans, as it turns out, were far from proper, and not at all gentle.

The poor three girls that started the tale would've met their fates on a dirt road before even making it into the city — if someone hadn't come to their rescue. A woman, recently awakened from a deep slumber, rising from her casket to free the foreign women.

That's the story Rebekah told Caroline, anyway, when she asked about all the fuss outside. "It's not Mardi Gras, is it?"

"Oh, darling. It's something much better."

The story took root, became part of the town's folklore, and it lives on 'till this day, now celebrated in typical New Orleans fashion, in stylish costumes and supernatural flair. It's a yearly reminder of how women can be oppressed by selfish men and how they can triumph when they are brave enough to fight for themselves.

It's a nice thought, but the skeptic in Caroline thinks all those drunkards flocking around the streets hardly remember what they're really partying about. She wonders how they'd feel if they knew the original casket girl herself still walks among them.

Rebekah has been searching the whole house after a dress to wear for the celebration, going through her trunks filled with clothes that are probably as old as the legend itself. With nothing better to do, Caroline offered to help. Just watching all the commotion outside all day from her balcony was kind of dampening the little good mood she still had in her after Klaus' magnanimous decision to invite his siblings to move in with them. What she wouldn't give to have a margarita with one of those casket girls dancing under her window right now...

She's supposed to take the dresses down to Rebekah, but she couldn't resist trying on one of them. How is it possible for one person to have so many dresses, all so similar? Caroline used to think she was a fashion whore, but Rebekah beats her, easily.