KLAYLEY SHORT STORIES.

MEETING. I.

CHAPTER 1.

"The Crescents are up in arms again" Marcel said as he strode into the living room where Klaus was reading, and drinking bourbon.

"Of course they are, what is it now?" Klaus responded looking up from his book a smirk on his lips.

Marcel taking a seat a wide grin on his face explained, "A new wolf came to Town a few weeks back, apparently she became friendly with Cami and Davina, turns out the new shewolf, is wolf royalty a Labonair, I rescued her as a baby gave her to Father Kerian and he put her up for adoption, the Labonair princess has been travelling the US looking for her Family, arrived here and met the Crescent pack, and found out that she is the long lost, Andrea Labonair, turns out the Alpha Jackson was betrothed to her when the shewolf was a baby, as the story goes, the shewolf's, wolf senses went on alert and something wasn't kosher, so, Davina slipped some truth serum in to the wolves moonshine, turns out that Jackson Kenner's Grandfather murdered her Parents, I had always wondered who murdered them and could never get to the bottom of it, that's why I had the curse put on them, stop the infighting, anyway the shewolf told Jackson she wouldn't Marry him if he was the last Man on Earth and turned her back on the pack." Marcel concluded.

"The Crescent pack assumed the Marriage of the Labonair and the Alpha would have them rising to the top, well, this Woman sounds interesting, I should like to meet her," Klaus said his eyes gleaming with interest.

"Cami got her a job at Rousseau's," Marcel supplied the information.

"Right, thank you Marcellus," Klaus said as he walked away.

Entering Rousseau's Klaus took a seat at the bar he could see Camille on the other side serving someone else, Klaus mused to himself had he not been so put of by the blonde haired manipulations of Caroline he would had found himself attracted to the pretty blonde Camille, but he had sworn off blondes for the next few Decades, and his head snapped back as  a lithe, long haired brunette entered from the kitchen door, her hazel green almond shaped eyes focused on him, her luscious wide full lips turning up in a welcome smile as she approached him from behind the bar,

"What would you like to drink?" she asked him.

"Bourbon," he responded captivated by her beauty and scent.

"Are you new to here?" She asked him as she poured him a shot.

"Leave the bottle, and no I'm very old," he smirked at her.

She glanced at him, "Hayley Marshall," she introduced herself, " I am new here, I started working here a few days ago," she said, leaving the bottle down beside his glass as he slid the $100 bill to her with a,

"Thank you, Klaus Mikaelson," he responded watching her.

Hayley about to move to the next customer, but turned back to him,

"The Original big bad hybrid," she laughed, "Nice to meet you, the stories about you are infamous," she chuckled, as she went to the waiting customers and served them, coming back to him,

"So you have heard about me," he asked curious.

"Of course, any well informed wolf has," she smiled at him.

"You do not appear to be afraid?" he questioned.

"Well you haven't done anything to make me afraid, nor do I scare easily, and there is always two sides to a story, I would be a fool to only believe and form an opinion from one side," She replied seriously.