With Many Happy Returns [Klaroline]

You never were

“Klaus? Are you there?” the female blonde called out as she entered the compound. She jumped a little when Hayley suddenly stood in front of her and took a calming breath. “Do you know where Klaus is?”

“Yes, but now is really not the best time to come visiting.” Hayley told her with what looked like an almost sympathetic look in her doe eyes.

“And why is that?” Camille asked as she crossed her arms. With the week she was having she was in no mood for games. “I know Finn and Kol are here. I won’t go near them if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“It’s not.” Hayley said with a small sigh that made the psych major frown before the hybrid raised her hands in a brushing off manner. “You know what? Klaus is probably gonna kill me for letting you in, but it’s really not my problem. He’s upstairs and I’m guessing very close to the bedroom.”

Hayley had walked off before Camille could ask what was so important about Klaus’ bedroom so instead she moved up the stairs to find the Original hybrid. The door to his chambers was open so she entered without knocking.

Klaus was nowhere in sight so Camille moved slowly through the small common room and closer to his bedroom. Also this door was open, but only the slightest so Camille carefully pushed it open. It took the bartender several seconds to notice the passed-out blonde on the bed and a frown settled deeply on her forehead as took in the girl’s form.

The blonde was hidden under the sheets, but she looked surprisingly dressed underneath them. The girl was lying on her back with her face turned towards Camille and she ignored the feeling of her stomach dropping as she took in the blonde’s beauty.

She didn’t notice Klaus standing behind her so she let out a small yelp that was quickly muffled by a large hand, when someone suddenly pulled her backwards. Camille stopped fighting his grasp, when his distinct and aromatic scent washed over her and she relaxed into him, making her stumble slightly when he suddenly let go.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, love?” Klaus asked as he quickly, but softly closed the door to his bedroom and the sleeping girl. He then placed a hand on Camille’s arm and gently moved her from the door to the middle of the common room.

“Who is she?” Camille inquired instead of answering and she noticed the corner of Klaus’ mouth twitch slightly.

“She is none of your concern.” the hybrid told her with a stern voice that made the blonde frown. After everything that had happened recently, she thought they were passed the patronizing behaviour, but apparently not.

“Are you serious? You’re at war with your own family and at the same time you’re screwing around with some blonde bimbo! Didn’t you learn anything from your ‘fling’ with Genevieve?” Camille exclaimed angrily as she gestured towards the closed door.

“Be careful how you speak, sweetheart.” Klaus sneered back at her, making her quickly step away as she stared at him with wide eyes. “Caroline is a friend of mine, who has nothing to do with all of this.”

There was a long silence between them as they stared at each other and Camille tried to figure out what had made Klaus react to her words in such a way. It was then the familiarity of the name ‘Caroline’ hit her.

“Caroline…” Camille spoke slowly as if she was tasting the word. “I’ve heard that name before.”

“It’s quite common.” Klaus responded with a tight smile as he moved to a small table where a bottle of bourbon stood and poured himself a drink. He held back an irritated sigh as Camille walked after him.

“No, I remember now. Back when we were doing our ‘sessions’ you talked about this girl, whose name was Caroline, but you had left behind when you came here. I wrote at least two pages about her, but you made me delete it all. It’s her, isn’t it? That’s Caroline Forbes.” Camille told as her eyes shifted between the door and the hybrid. Hearing him talk about the girl had been the first sign that maybe there was some humanity left inside of Klaus. But he had moved on from her, or so Camille thought.