Good to You

Chapter Thirteen

Caroline moved through the Victorian home in hopes of finding Rebekah.

She was bored out of her mind and couldn't take being cooped in this house for much longer. Besides Rebekah had been right, she wasn't going to hide away. If she was going to be in New Orleans for the foreseeable future then she actually wanted to go out and experience it but first, she had something she wanted to ask the blonde Original.

She paused in her search however when she heard Klaus's voice from somewhere in the house.

"Because I enjoy your company. And I sense that you have the capacity for understanding someone of my... complexity."

Caroline's brow furrowed wondering who Klaus could be talking to. Her feet began moving again as she switched directions following the sound of his voice.

"You see, I returned to New Orleans to investigate a threat posed against me. What I found was a young woman, pregnant, in need of protection. And someone I cared about in danger. My brother, always the do-gooder, tried to manipulate me into helping the pregnant girl—he thought it might redeem me. Don't much care for it but I want to make sure no harm comes to the one that matters. Trouble is, I've since learned of another young woman—a girl, really, one with vast potential—held in captivity by a tyrant. I want to help all three of these women—protect two and free the other. So, tell me, Cami—does that sound evil to you?"

"I don't believe in evil as a diagnosis. I think you have unstable personal relationships, stress-related paranoia, chronic anger issues, fear of abandonment. I think you could benefit from talking to someone. Professionally."

Caroline's footsteps faltered as she heard an unfamiliar female voice.

"I think I prefer to talk to you. So, I'm going to offer you a job, as my stenographer."

Caroline resumed her steps as she heard Klaus speaking to the woman whoever she was.

"Okay, what are we writing?" asked the woman.

"My memoirs, of course. Someone should know my story. And it will give us time to discuss other riveting subjects, like your handsome suitor, Marcel."

As Caroline drew closer she could hear their voices even more clearly.

"Excuse me? My private life is–" she heard the woman begin to protest before Klaus cut her off.

"Your private life is, as it turns out, essential to my plans. You see, Marcel wants you. And, because of that, he will trust you, which serves me. The thing is, the French Quarter is on the verge of war. On the one side there's me, and on the other, Marcel. Along with a very powerful witch and an army of vampires."

"WHAT?"

Caroline quickened her steps when she heard someone being pushed against a wall and the unmistakable sound of a heart beating quickly out of fear.

Caroline appeared in the doorway only to see Klaus had a blonde woman pushed against the wall, his hand around her throat, hard enough to keep her in place but not to block her air, and was in the process of compelling her.

"You're frightened. Don't be." He released her taking a step back.

"I'm not scared anymore." The blonde said puzzled. "That's... amazing. How did you...?"

"It's called compulsion. It's a neat bit of vampire trickery. I'll tell you all about it. But first, let's talk a little more about Marcel."

The blonde only stared at him in response.

"What is going on?" Caroline asked, shaking off her initial surprise and announcing her presence in the room.

The blonde turned and looked at Caroline before turning back to Klaus still looking puzzled but more than anything curious. "Do you have another sister?"