Everybody Talks: A Klaroline Fanfiction

Chapter 9

As soon as Alaric stopped the car, Caroline darted out, rushing into the house in effort to be as far away from Elena as possible. Meanwhile, Elena headed upstairs to change for her "business dinner." Whatever. Caroline flopped down on her bed and rolled her eyes. Elena could be so self important sometimes.

Caroline stayed in her guest room until she was sure Elena had left. She changed out of her clothes and into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Even though her t-shirt was a crisp white and her jeans freshly washed, she felt a bit on the frumpy side as she ventured downstairs; her outfit felt too casual, in spite of it being a quiet evening at home. Rebekah never wore anything less than heels and perfect pressed blouses as she strutted around the stuffy halls of the mansion. She found it difficult to imagine the Mikaelsons ever having a lazy day in sweatpants.

Caroline walked around downstairs in search of a television. She hadn't recalled seeing one when Elijah had given them the grand tour, but of course they had to have one somewhere; what kind of people didn't own a TV? She figured there would be a giant screen somewhere, with state of the art DVD players and sound systems that didn't see much use.

In the back of her mind, she realized that she could just take herself out to see London like she had wanted to, but didn't much feel up to it now that she was in a bad mood. First her fight with Klaus, then Elena, all she wanted to do was curl up in front of the tube and indulge in some bad reality TV. Maybe she could find some junk food, but again that seemed like an unlikely possibility. Perhaps watching the Kardashians yell at one another for a few hours were make her feel less crappy.

As she neared one of the sitting rooms she heard voices. It sounded like Rebekah and Klaus. At first she thought she might want to avoid them, but then she paused to listen to whatever was happening; it sounded dramatic. It was wrong to eavesdrop, but maybe it would be better than anything she could find on TV.

Klaus was seated in a brown leather chair, a sketchbook propped up on his knee, his eyes focused on what his pencil was doing. In front of him was Rebekah, with what appeared to be a script in her hand; she was reading from it, gesticulating with broad arm movements. The girl stopped when she noticed Caroline enter the room, giving her the usual icy frown. Klaus looked up as well, to see who had caused his sister to fall silent. The two Mikaelson siblings stared at her as she lingered in the doorway to the room, her hand gripping the frame.

"I'm sorry," Caroline said, "I was just looking for a TV."

"We don't have a TV," Rebekah answered as if it was the most absurd idea she had ever heard in her entire posh life.

"Oh," Caroline bit her lip, "okay." She continued to hover in the doorway, while Rebekah continued to stare at her.

"We're actually a little busy right now," she said, "so if you wouldn't mind taking your blue doe eyes somewhere else—"

"Actually I do mind," Caroline snapped. She was in a mood now and didn't feel at all like taking any more of Rebekah's curt attitude. Especially when Caroline had never been anything but nice to her. "You know I'm a guest in this house and I don't know how things are done in London, but in Mystic Falls we're actually nice to people who visit us."

Rebekah smirked. "Yes, and I bet you give your guests the nice bales of hay to sleep on when they come to stay in your barn or whatever it is you live in."

"Seriously?" Caroline scoffed. "I may be American and from a small town, but at least I'm not some self important English bitch with a stick up my ass."

Rebekah gaped at her, her mouth hanging open in surprise. She turned to Klaus. "Are you going to let her talk to me like that?"

Klaus held up a defensive hand. "I have no part in this."