On The Run

Chapter 11

Welcome back! No blood or hearts ripped out this chapter but we do have Klaroline scenes and among other things popping up instead... So here is your warning, just read until that part because you will miss details if you don't read this chapter. Also read the last section because it made me laugh when I wrote it and everyone needs a laugh today. Enjoy!

Thanks to all the followers of this story.

Caroline was a perfectionist, control freak and maybe a bit OCD at times but she was nothing compared to Rebekah. It had been close to two hours and Rebekah was still getting ready to leave for the "best night of her life". This woman has probably been to every club that has ever existed in any major city so Caroline had no idea why she was making tonight so special. No actually Caroline could guess perfectly and it was a certain dark hair fellow that was on his way over to the Mikealson home now. Caroline was laid out on Rebekah's bed with her feet dangling off the edge. She watched Rebekah slowly and meticulously slide the eyeliner pencil across her eye and she could run from California and back by the time she was done with that one eyeball. Straightening her gold mini skirt and her black off both shoulders blouse, she stood off the bed to inspect her own hair was perfect. She had a small twisted knot and a few strands falling across her face for this evening.

"Seriously Bekah, you are making all this fuss over nothing. I can beat you a hundred bucks that within a hour you will be back her moaning and completely naked."

"Someone sounds bitter. Why don't you go give Nik another try, I'm sure he won't mind." Rebekah smirked from her seat at the large wooden vanity. Caroline scoffed as she threw on her black laced up heels and stalked towards the door.

"You have fifteen minutes or until Enzo gets here, whichever comes first. I will be downstairs waiting for you NOT patiently." Caroline stomped her way out down the hall and down the large wooden staircase. She was grumbling to herself as she went to stand in the vast waiting area in front of the doorway. It was quite large with hardwood floors including a small 18th century loveseat placed off to one side. Caroline froze once her feet hit the ground and she noticed another person relaxing in the waiting area. Klaus sat smirking at her as he waited casually with on arm slung over the back of the loveseat and a foot crossed over his knee. Caroline quickly regained her composure and joined Klaus on the loveseat,

"I don't see how you have made it a thousand years and haven't died waiting for her." Caroline leaned forward to look towards the stairs as she raised her voice so Rebekah could hear, "I can understand why she was daggered so many times now." A distant scoff and "Bitch." was heard from upstairs which made both of them laugh. Unconsciously she shifted towards Klaus and leaned back into his arm that hovered over the back of the loveseat. They were now just within inches of each other.

"Believe me this is nothing compared to centuries of corsets and bodices that she fancied so much. Women in this century wear quite a bit less, usually nothing more than a few scraps of material they would call an outfit. Not that I would complain."

His eyes drifted down to her stomach and how a inch or so was exposed by her short top. It was just enough to tease and he went further to take in her much exposed legs from the small gold skirt she was wearing. Caroline noticed his shameful inspection of her body and tried to ignore the excited feeling she got from just one lust filled look of his eyes. It was the same feeling she got back in Mystic Falls all those years ago when they sat at The Grill, sharing beautiful words of far off cities. Before murdered parents or a murdered Doppelganger and before her freaky mental abilities were exposed. If only that arousing kiss in the alley had turned into hours of passion at his mansion instead of the half angry yet intensely hot desk sex they had instead. Would Klaus have actually found her years later and took her to all the amazing places he had been in his thousand years? Or would she have stayed with him and they left Mystic Falls together? No surely not. She was a night of sex that he clearly wanted to rekindle but that was all. Caroline did not want or need anything more than that since almost every aspect of her life pointed to death. She rubbed her thighs against each other while crossing her legs and her arms. Caroline's now crossed leg was dangling flush against his that rested on the floor and the close contact did nothing to ease her thoughts. Caroline needed a distraction.