Kalijah Fanfiction Library

Story: Two Little

Written by: busterl0ve (FF.NET/TUMBLR)

Main Pairing: Kalijah

Rating: T

Status: Incomplete

:- There is a possible pregnancy and it all depends on two little pink lines. This is my first ever Kalijah drabble turned story.

In which twelve yearold Nadia makes embarassing questions, nanny Bonnie meets a guy, uncle Stefan has barbie Klaus traumas and aunt Caroline ends up in the middle of a sticky art situation with two painters, yeah sometimes being Nadia Petrova can be hard but hey at least this art thingie has candy. a Kalijah AU story with the usual Klaroline, Stebekah and hits of Kennet

Link to Part 1: nadia goes to the principal

Part 2: Nadia goes to the art thing

“So he’s the guy you dated before marrying my dad? Sheesh mama talk about shocking reunion” Nadia sighed melodramatically sipping her hot chocolate that morning. She’d been pestering Katherine all the past day for details on what she talked about with the big stuffy principal, knowing that her Mayka would cave one way or another, which Katherine did, the next morning

It was one of the perks of being the only child of a single parent and that was that her mom treated her like a competent adult most of the time, despite the coddling and spoiling.

“You tell me? Shocking does not cover half of it” Katherine sighed fixing herself an extra mug of coffee “if you hadn’t been there I would have walked out as soon as I saw his face”

They were having breakfast in the couch, wearing their pajamas and watching TV while talking about their week, it had become a normal occurrence after the accident, now that Katherine didn’t need to keep up the trophy wife facade for Trevor twenty four seven, she could dress up in any way she wished and let Nadia have all the early morning sugar she wanted without bothering about it, tough the glittery apartment straight out of a Martha Stewart catalogue did not match their bedraggled Just-out-of-bed appearances and easy banter, it was still nice, just Nadia and her, in their tiny homey bubble, where they both had everything they wanted and nobody could hurt them.

“But wait so he really was your teacher in college, gosh I knew you were a feeme fatale and stuff when you married daddy but a teacher? That SO takes your old gimmick to new levels” Nadia said grinning like crazy, after all what kid didn’t like to hear stories about when the parents where “wild and nuts” then she perked up exited “did you have to hide your relationship like the couple in Amores y Dolores?, did you get caught? Wait did you get pregnant and his evil uncle Fernando convinced you to skip town in order to steal his inheritance while you ended up lost in the desert with Lola and Juanita?” the little girl questioned in a rapid-fire way making Katherine snort

“Nadia what have I told you about watching so much Mexican dramas?” the older woman scolded before bursting out in laughter at her girl’s wild imagination “it was nothing like that, Elijah, I mean Dr Mikaelson, he was just a Teacher Assistant when we dated, it’s like an intern but one who has permission to teach some classes, we did hide our relationship for a while but that was because we didn’t even know if we had a relationship, remember how I was a party girl in college?, him and I, well we had our moments but it wasn’t anything close to the drama in Amores y Dolores” Katherine lied, making a mental note to block out the Mexican channels from Nadia’s TV, it was easier now after many years to look back into her past and give Nadia the PG13 version of the story, recall her time with Elijah with a little less longing and more maturity, or that was what she told herself as she munched off her perfectly healthy and gluten free turkey muffin with cottage cheese, stealing lucky charms from Nadia’s bowl of cereal at the same time. Some mornings Katherine just felt like she did have everything in life. A daughter that loved her, a comfortable lifestyle and enough money to support a small country if the economy tanked, after all the crap that happened, she could count herself lucky. She did not need a man to screw it up matter what her heart said.

Well at least for the time being, Caroline would show up soon and lord knows her friend would have a fit when she saw Katherine eating Lucky Charms in a couch that was made of expensive cashmere furnishings, not to mention the terrible state the kitchen was in.

“Sooooo” Nadia hummed with a perspicacious glint in her eyes “Did you love him?” she inquired out of the blue making Katherine choke and drop the coffee she had been drinking, splashing brown liquid all over the couch

“Dammit firestorm, a little warning would be nice” Katherine coughed with choked breaths, getting a napkin to clean herself, using the nickname she affectionately had given Nadia when she was small, realizing that now the couch had a terrible coffee stain and pretending to be mad about it.

“oh come on, the man looks like he models suits for Armani and does toothpaste commercials in his free time, I’m twelve not blind” her daughter snorted making Katherine laugh, Nadia sure knew how to be blunt “besides you should have seen his face when he first saw you, it was so funny really”

“First of all the fact that I married your dad and not Elijah I mean…principal-doctor-Mikaelson should give you a pretty big hint on how him and I ended up, second yes he’s hot but I am not discussing that with you and last, he was not making any face at me, Elijah Mikaelson does not make faces at anybody, actually Elijah Mikaelson doesn’t make faces at all,! He’s made of stone!”

“oh puh-lease, you didn’t love my dad mom and you know it, I barely knew the guy so I don’t judge you but seriously don’t bring Trevor into this, that’s low, even for you” Nadia barely flinched at the mention of her father, she knew he had actually loved her but Nadia just didn’t feel that much attachment to her father when he died, he was never home much and avoided seeing her whenever he was at home unless Katherine asked him to so “trust me principal Mikaelson was looking at you with the funniest face ever, he looked torn between being afraid you would rape him and wishing you actually would rape him already”

“who’s afraid of Katherine raping him?” a chiming voice asked from the doorway saving Katherine from having to face more of her daughter’s inquisitive questions, the laughing voice could only belong to one person after all, the only female of Katherine’s acquaintance that had keys to her Chicago loft.

“Tetka Caroline!!!” Nadia cried jumping from her seat and running straight into her honorary aunt’s open arms “You are here! You came! Just like you promised”

“well if it isn’t my favorite niece, you have grown at least three inches since I saw you last Naddy” the blond woman sang taking Nadia in her arms and spinning her around in a wide circle making the child giggle, measuring Nadia’s head with her left hand “I did promise to make up for that lost birthday didn’t I?, now are you both ever going to tell me what you were talking about?”

“Oh don’t get her started; this is a conversation I refuse to have in front of my twelve year old kid”

“Mom had a run in with her hot ex-boyfriend, who might or might not be afraid she will rape him because he looks like a Kelvin Klein model” Nadia explained bluntly, like if that where the most obvious thing in the world “she was telling me the story before you came in, it sounded sooo totally Pretty Little Liars, like Aria and Ezra but in college and without “A” being a psycho murderer”

“did you just compare Katherine to someone from a TV sitcom?, oh sweetie I went to college with your mom and believe me she was not the Aria kind of girl, she was the kind of girl that would eat Aria alive” Caroline said raising her eyebrow at Katherine who just stifled a snort “by the way, since when do you watch teen dramas?”

“since they have good looking boys prancing around shirtless duhh” Nadia replied making a isn’t-it-obvious face to her aunt, eying Caroline’s purple suitcases which she knew where probably filled with designer clothes and swiftly losing interest in the conversation “Mom I think I’ll help Tetka with her suitcases, if you need me I’ll be in the guest room, unpacking her stuff” and by “unpacking” Katherine knew Nadia meant “playing dress up with”

Caroline shook her head and once Nadia was out of sight, turned to look at Katherine with a raised eyebrow “tell me what that was about?”

“She’s growing up too fast and I let her watch too much TV” Kat replied pretending to misunderstand her look “anytime now she will hit puberty and then I’m up against periods, training bras and hormones”

“You know that’s not what I meant, miss I’m-changing-the-subject, Naddy was talking about a hot ex that looks like a magazine model? He wouldn’t happen to be wearing a suit would he?” Caroline said trying to smother her giggles then at Katherine’s furious face she became even more amused “I take it the reunion was anything but pleasant”

“Long story short, of all the school’s Nadia could be going to, it had to be one where he is the principal, and did I mention his kid brother is in my daughter’s same grade? Because he is” Katherine told her and then remembering how she had kissed him furiously the previous afternoon, she sighed “oh god I think I’m not drunk enough for this conversation” and fetching a big glass of wine from the liquor cabinet in her office she began to tell Caroline about her slip with Elijah.

She started off by the basics explaining how she had gone up to purposefully show him that he no longer had any power over her, how the kiss had sounded like a good idea in her head at a time because normally men felt intimidated when she went all dominatrix on them, she was supposed to show him she was the boss, but it all went to hell because the bloody bastard still was better than her when it came to being domineering

“So basically you still have feelings for him” Caroline pointed out knowing that Katherine would deny it, which she did

“Of course not, not the kinds you think, all the feelings I have left for him are angry feelings, I want to kill him, watch him suffer, but I can’t because I promised myself I would be a better person for Nadia’s sake”

“So? break your promise, If any guy deserves bitchyness from you it’s probably Elijah Mikaelson, and I know I should be telling you that it was years ago, that you can’t just be holding a grudge like that but gosh, he ruined you for life, as in, he gave the final push to turn you into the harpy you are now, no offense Kat, but I don’t see what’s wrong with screwing him over now that you actually can”

“Someone is being pessimistic today” Katherine noted right away, Caroline usually was a veritable ray of sunshine, having her talk smack about anyone was out of character for her, even during her darkest times when her father died Katherine had never seen Caroline be less than a motivational poster child for positivity “okay, now you have my attention, what’s wrong?, did the stock market tank your magazine or something?”

Caroline was the founder and editor in chief for “events and lifestyle” (E&L for short) an event planning magazine that focused mostly on party organizing and home decoration, it was popular among real estate agents, event planners and people that worked with limited party budgets but in real life Caroline’s magazine was oriented and bought mostly by a specific audience: Brides, those had been Caroline’s target when she started with her publication, women that wanted the whole deal, the perfect wedding and the perfect house, who spent millions each years on parties for their new husband or wife, who wanted well-furnished cabins in Aspen or the perfect baby shower, women like her. Like Caroline, who believed in happily ever after.

Or in her magazine’s case, those women who believed happily ever after could be bought if they purchased the nicest house.

“no E&L is fine, in fact we are being asked to cover so much mayor events this season, that I’m not sure I’ll be able to fit Oscar de la Renta’s bridal runaway on our upcoming issue, which is bad because or advertisers love that stuff and..” Caroline rambled on listing the reasons why she was so busy, but Katherine perceptive as she was knew there something going on, never in her life had Caroline ditched a bridal feature in favor of anything, so that adding that tidbit to her recent pessimism gave Katherine an idea of what was going on

“This has something to do with Lockwood doesn’t it? did he get down on one knee already, if he hasn’t then…”

“He broke up with me okay!!” Caroline cried out stopping Katherine from making any assumptions “he gave me the whole, we are drifting apart, it’s not you, it’s me speech, said that he’s moving back to Virginia and since I’m a New Yorker long distance would never work out”

“Bullshit” Katherine snapped just as angry as Caroline seemed to be “if he really loved you then he would have asked you to join him”

“Which is what I said right before I kicked him out of my apartment, oh my gosh Katherine I can’t believe I was such a gullible idiot” Caroline groaned sinking into the couch and covering her face with her hands “and that’s not the worst part, you know what I kept thinking when he was picking up his stuff? I kept thinking that at least now I wouldn’t have to endure his tacky taste in boxers, I wasn’t even sad! I was more sad about him taking the Lorenzo Augustine painting he got me for our anniversary than I was for losing him” Caroline said remembering how calmly she had taken Tyler’s speech, how painless it all had been, losing your soul mate wasn’t supposed to be painless, it was supposed to hurt but right then Caroline only felt hurt by the amount furniture he had taken with him “what is wrong with me Kat? Am I so terrible?”

“hey, hey, stop the pity party, pretty girls like us get wrinkles that way, you know what we need to snap out of this funk?, we need to unwind, let’s have a spa day, some shopping therapy and a night out, what do you think?” Katherine proposed with her usual no nonsense tone both trying to cheer Caroline up and working out her own personal need for alcohol.

“Actually about that Kat, I didn’t come to Chicago only for girl bonding”

“Oh no, I know that face Miss Teen Chicago, you need a favor”

Caroline smiled sheepishly knowing Katherine saw trough her better than anybody “Fine, so I might have personal motives for hanging out with you but please Kat, pretty please” She begged with puppy eyes “there’s this big art show today in the hotel of one of my contacts and I sort of nee to get an exclusive from this new art prodigy, Davina Claire, but you know how exclusives are sort of exclusive?, well, her agent won’t let her do any interviews unless it’s for one of her sponsors”

“Let me guess, you need me to have Petrova.inc sponsor her because she’s so great and fantastic and her paintings dazzle so much that your magazine ABSOLUTELY needs to have her on speed dial?” Katherine asked unimpressed, after all, Caroline rarely asked or favors but when she did, she tended to use the force of Katherine’s name and money to her full advantage, yet Katherine also knew it was clearly a ploy to make her forget about breakup girl talk.

“Plus, I kind of want another Lorenzo Augustine painting to replace the one Tyler took from my studio” Caroline admitted and Katherine knew it was Caroline’s personal way of dealing with her breakup, replacing everything Tyler had taken with him to prove that she was fine, that everything could be replaced, that her life didn’t need him and neither did she.

“Fine cupcake, I’ll do it for you, BUT, on two conditions, one, we head out for a club as soon as you get the interview you want and two you better pony up for a round the clock nanny for Nadia, because I promised her we would do something today and she probably will feel disappointed if I ditch her for you and don’t bring her along”

Caroline considered her options and sighed “okay, deal”

Meanwhile on the other side of Chicago, Elijah was still having a hard time wrapping his head around his confrontation with Katherine the previous day, rationalizing the fact that the sweet and mischievous woman he had known and fallen in love was no longer there, instead his Katerina seemed to have grown a thick scaly armor around her, the way she now carried herself with so much pride, looking at him with both wonder and disgust, took him back to all those years ago, when Katerina’s anger used to get the best of her and she would refuse to speak to him for days, back then Katerina had not liked of fights or confrontations, preferring the passive aggressive solution when she was angry, unleashing her brand of madness on those around her and driving then crazy with the tricks under her sleeve.

That’s why he had fully expected her to walk away the moment he got her angry enough, maybe have her start flinging darts from afar days later, where he couldn’t retaliate, what he hadn’t predicted was for her to be on the offensive, to kiss him with such force and anger, the old Katerina never attacked a opponent on the spot, and he recognized in her the manners of a woman who had used this attack before, the most primal and carnal part of him recognized her as a woman who planned on using her lips as weapons to wield, and he realized she probably was all too used to men being the submissive ones, used to being the one holding the upper hand by forcing her target to yield.

Which was why the long lost streak of Viking blood in him had reacted and risen to her challenge, reaching out for her and forcing her devious mouth to acknowledge him as her master.

But that had been a mistake on his part, weak thing he was, even after all these years when it came to her, the taste of her lips and smell of her perfume where he had pressed her against him still clung to his suit, kissing Katherine had been like both coming home and exploring a new land, she had changed, he only longed to know which things remained the same.

But she was right when she told him his apologies didn’t matter, he was seven years late and Katherine apparently still loved her dead husband, he had hurt her, he knew he had, only he had no idea how deep said hurt really was, how much it had served to freeze Katerina’s caring heart.

Not that he remained the same man either, Celeste and Jane Anne could attest to that, his two ex-wives, one who had very unceremoniously tried to murder him and the other who had come out of the closet just shy of their two year anniversary together, the rest of his siblings never had successful relationships either, Elijah muse to himself calmly as he tried doing the family accounts a feat he had been postponing for a while.

Elijah’s siblings all had their own brand of poison and while he knew that each of them had enough good qualities, there was still a reason why at their age, they all still lived together in the same house. Finn was too attached to their mother, Klaus destroyed anything in his path, Rebekah had a tendency to love the wrong people and Kol well, he was a womanizer at his best, not to mention himself, who had spent most of his life dousing the fires his siblings set forth, was it any surprise that all his relationships had never ended well?, Katerina had been the exception, because Elijah knew now that their disastrous ending had been because of a misunderstanding, but they still had ended badly, if anything Elijah pinned all his hopes on Henrik, who so far was the sweetest one of his siblings, but then again they boy was only thirteen and had yet to learn the pitfalls of life.

He had Hayley now, Elijah thought to himself, she was an amiable young woman that fit him perfectly, smart, assertive and loyal, despite the fact Klaus claimed that the only reason Elijah was with her was because she was “easy to control”, but Klaus did not know her like Elijah did, or that’s what he told himself whenever the remark passed his brother’s lips.

No matter, he should not be thinking about Klaus, or Hayley or Katerina, he had accounts to finish and an art showing to attend in the afternoon, Niklaus was going to be honored with some honorary painting award and since it was an event hosted by the Chicago Historical society, as the eldest Mikaelson, he was required to go.

“it’s no matter, after yesterday I fully expect never to see her again” Elijah told himself just in time to answer an incoming call which turned out to be from Haley, unsurprisingly “Hello Hayley I was just about to call, do you have plans for this evening?”

(Later)

-Vienna Hotel, Historical Society Art showing, five pm-

Now this is where I belong, Nadia Petrova kept thinking to herself as she walked hand in hand with her mother into the glamorous hotel, she didn’t even mind her new nanny, a funny but quiet girl named Bonnie, who’s aunt was a friend of her mama, Nadia beamed looking around the rows and rows of expensive artwork and sculptures, delighted by the cheer “prettiness” of it, walking inside the art showing was like walking in her great gran’s mansion, the musty smell of turpentine reminded her of home, sure, Madame grandmother Petrova really didn’t have THAT much modern paintings in her mansion but she often like to tell Nadia about the old ones she did have, Katherine considered the practice very pretentious but Nadia always thought that her old grandmother tried her best at connecting with both of them.

Suddenly a sandy colored head of brown hair caught her by surprise and on seeing his face Nadia squealed in pure glee, letting go of her mother and nanny’s hands Nadia ran directly towards the stranger “Uncle fluffy super hero hair!!”

“Nadia!” she heard her Katherine and Bonnie call out, but the running child was past caring.

Stefan turned around to the squealing child just in time to catch Nadia in his arms and much like Caroline had done, spin her around like a doll “well if it isn’t my future wife? Have you finally decided to accept my proposal Naddy, is that why you are here little beauty?” he said hugging her and spinning her around once more “come to put uncle fluffy out of his misery?” The women in the room that saw the display all gave a collective “awww” at the scene watching how caring Stefan was with the little girl.

“No silly, I’m here with mama, she has business here and Tetka Caroline said she would buy me a painting if I was a good girl today” Nadia giggled blushing at Stefan’s attention “but even if I could, I still wouldn’t marry you, you are too old for me Uncle fluffy head”

“She certainly has her priorities straight doesn’t she Stefan?” Katherine said approaching the pair with a smile in her face

“If it isn’t Katherine the great, are you here to witness how your daughter breaks my heart for the millionth time?” Stefan laughed as Nadia blushed a little more, him much like Caroline had remained in contact with Katherine and tough he still lived in Chicago and worked at the family law firm with Damon, he often did “ripper” business with Petrova.inc on the side, in fact both Stefan and Caroline had been on amiable terms with Trevor before his death, Stefan often offered his Italian villa for the Petrova family in the summer and had on more than one occasion been invited to Nadia’s birthdays.

But because Stefan had been the one to slyly tweak Trevor’s will so Katherine could legally have Nadia and avoid any custody battles with her in laws in the future, he had forever earned himself a spot in Katherine’s good graces. So in a sense Katherine felt grateful that he was such a softie for children “well, you know what they say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, now Nadia pumpkin why don’t you and Bonnie go around and find some pretty painting with a unicorn or a witch hunt depiction to buy and charge to your aunt’s credit card? Stefan and I need to talk about some adult things”

“Ohh okay mama, come on Bonnie, my mom has business to do and if I stay here I’m going to get bored” then hugging Stefan one more time the child danced away towards some marble sculptures with a nonchant attitude

Bonnie gave Katherine a look that said “is that kid for real?” before she sighed and followed Nadia away from Katherine and Stefan.

Meanwhile in the other side of the room Rebekah Mikaelson had become completely captivated by Stefan and the little girl he had spun around, small world and all, the thing she least expected was to come down from NOLA just to slam face to face with the crazy trio that had once made her fume when her brothers where in college, Caroline, Katherine and Stefan, plus the little girl too of course, one would have to be deaf not to hear her cheerful “uncle super hero hair” from across the room, there was something cute about watching a guy deal with kids, especially one as somber as Stefan,

then the blonde Mikaelson sighed again, this had disaster written all over it, with Elijah and his newest plaything about to come in, Niklaus having a fit over his paintings in the backrooms and Kol prowling the place for single girls, she had to admit to herself that one way or another the whole evening spelled trouble.

And boy was Bekah proven right.

The thing about the Vienna Hotel was that their event room was indeed quite large, and that many a person that knew each other could walk around and not recognize a familiar face, Katherine for example had been quite engrossed in business talk with Carol and Mason Lockwood over some disputes her company was having for land in order to proceed with their expansion, Stefan as usual found himself trying to played mediator between Katherine and his father Giuseppe, who happened to be Carol’s favorite lawyer and one of the chief donors in the event.

And when he wasn’t playing the “Salvatore Heir” part next to his father, he found himself alternating between ushering Caroline around the room and making sure Katherine remained entertained.

Because Stefan Salvatore was well aware of WHO exactly the Historical Society planned on awarding that evening and knowing Katherine’s long standing grudge against all things Mikaelson and Caroline’s overall dislike for them he was dead set against letting either factions bump into each other, but darn it was tiring business, it wasn’t easy to maintain Caroline and Katherine occupied, not with Nadia prancing around the halls and calling attention to herself, and soon it wasn’t just those three he had to keep track off, once Elijah made it through the door with his girlfriend Stefan had added two more to the list, not to mention Klaus who was playing the tortured artist card a little too hard and holing himself up in a corner, watching Caroline’s every move while Stefan did his best for Caroline not to realize Klaus was even in attendance. It was driving Stefan to the grave trying to keep them all from clashing which was why…sadly he had been forced to recruit Rebekah’s help.

Which he didn’t want to, hell, it was a testament to how desperate he was when he reached out towards her and more or less bargained his soul over in order to get her to cooperate, trying very hard to suppress all the boyhood traumas of his that where indirectly associated to her.

Not that it was her fault, Rebekah Mikaelson, was for Stefan, well, she was Rebekah Mikaelson, she was the typical pretty (girl) brat that was a little spoiled and lived on his block, one that had four older brothers threatening to beat up any guy that came near her, during his college days Rebekah had been still in high school, so Stefan had never really talked to her that much, or looked at her…fine that was a big lie no man alive could say high school Rebekah hadn’t been something to look at, but at the time Stefan had always been friends with Klaus (only breaking ties after the whole Elena/Katherine debacle) and even then Rebekah remained in her little pedestal whenever he happened to see her statuesque figure in a magazine cover.

Stefan liked to keep his distance from her, for many reasons and he still remembered that one time he had gotten drunk on his ass at Klaus’s place only to wake up to Rebekah in her little (as in tiny) cheerleading outfit painting stuff over his naked chest with a tube of oil paint, thinking he was too drunk to notice, to her it probably had been a harmless prank, something a little sister would do to one of her brother’s drunk friends, but to Stefan back then there had been a brief moment (okay not so brief) in which he’d imagined Rebekah, beautiful underage Rebekah doing the same thing to him but in way different circumstances and with way more naughty intentions (and that realization was enough to freak him out for life) because one thing was thinking your best friend’s high school aged little sister is good looking another thing is to imagine what it would feel to (insert X fantasy here) her over and over again, especially when you had a girlfriend, nice guys with good girlfriends like Elena did not look at other girls.

So from then on he had made a conscious effort to avoid thinking about Rebekah Mikaelson as anything other than someone he needed to avoid.

Honestly he wasn’t afraid of Rebekah per se, Stefan was afraid of her brothers, who he knew well enough (and who more importantly knew HIM, well enough) she had always been this untouchable thing when he was younger, the girl he was never, under any circumstances allowed to flirt with, or smile at, or exchange nice emails with, not because he didn’t want to but because Klaus had murder tendencies and Kol had a baseball bat and Finn had a gun collection and Elijah could probably make it all look like an accident in court. So he stayed away from the girl with the four protective brothers like a good ripper should and when the time came that he needed to get in touch with her again, he just exchanged emails from Chicago to NOLA like a friend.

But if one where being honest thanks to Rebekah, Stefan had been traumatized for life, except that this afternoon he needed her help.

Rebekah agreed to help him of course, happy to be doing something that wasn’t watching her brothers be boring, teaming up with Stefan to keep Katherine and Caroline from bumping into either of her three brothers, at least gave her something to do, but when it came to Rebekah nothing was ever free, so in exchange for her help, Stefan had to pay a very special price.

Honestly once they teamed up everything went ten times better, Stefan made sure to leave Katherine on Mason’s arm so she was occupied enough with his senseless narcissist blabber to not notice Elijah while she made a circuit around the room to further her connections with the filatropists in attendance.

And Rebekah moved a little connections with her old flame Marcel in the back rooms in order for him to let Davina give Caroline her interview in a spot that was the furthest away from Klaus’s exhibit, after all once Caroline was chatting the young artist up with her usual pageant queen charm and drawing Marcel in with a promise of a hefty pay for Davina’s exclusive, not even a bomb going off could distract her from her mission.

In the meantime Nadia made the hall of the Vienna Hotel her own personal play park, holding her little purse in her hands and taking pictures with her toy camera, posing with the sculptures she saw and dragging a very flustered Bonnie from place to place.

And Bonnie, well Bonnie was stuck babysitting a pre-teen child that knew more about manipulation than Hannibal Lecter himself, it gave Bonnie the distinct feeling of being a bodyguard to a self-confident supermodel, Nadia had a way of prancing around the room with mischief in her eyes that made others do a double take at her cuteness, even the best dressed women in the room could not match her charm, and Bonnie could only stand by and watch in amusement.

You know how in that game of dominoes, all the pieces usually look so perfectly set and all you have to do is push one to topple the other? Like that pesky chain reaction that we all hate and keep blaming on the person that pushed the first domino in the first place?

If one had to pin the blame on who exactly caused the first domino to fall, then it would be traced back to one small accident and one single person.

Kol Mikaelson.

And Bonnie Bennett if you want to get technical, you see Kol had been flirting with a waitress at the Photorealism section, which was right next to the abstract sculptures where Nadia and Bonnie where looking at, honestly if that waitress hadn’t gone and spilled her tray all over Bonnie, Kol wouldn’t have noticed her, Nadia wouldn’t have gotten away and everything that happened after including the Caroline/Klaus/Enzo debacle could have been avoided, but you see, sometimes life just wants to screw with you.

“Look, this one looks like a three and a person got fused together with some weird kind of animal, wicked right?” Nadia sang pointing to one of the sculptures, then she skipped over to the next one and continued her assessment “and this one, well it’s hard to tell what this one looks like, what do you think it is Miss Bonnie?”

Bonnie sighed and cocked her head to the side “a cloud maybe? a brown cloud?, or another strange shaped three?, it could be an egg of some sort, a funky brown egg, honestly Nadia with those lumps I can’t tell either”

Kol on the other hand was flirting with a busty waitress not far from them, said waitress giggled at something he said coyly, motioning secretly with her index finger behind her back and pretending to get away from him at a “gazelle” pace, sadly in her sprint, she slammed right into Bonnie with her tray of hors d’oeuvres.

“oh my gosh I’m so sorry, I didn’t know where I was going, this is so going to get me fired, please oh my gosh your blouse is ruined oh my gosh” the waitress panicked, because the event was filled with lots of rich people and she thought Bonnie would get her fired.

“oh no, its fine really” Bonnie tried to soothe her “accidents happen, it’s just a blouse, see, you didn’t do real damage, I’ll clean myself up don’t worry” Bonnie said understanding, the waitress tearfully nodded and ran out to look for something to help clean Bonnie up, which was when someone offered her a small Kleenex pad of napkins.

“Need help with that?” Kol asked trying not to laugh at the poor girl and holding out the pad of wet wipes he had swiped from a nearby idiot “you know you really shouldn’t be that nice to Mindy„ she did ruin your shirt, plus I have it on good authority that she’s a bitch behind closed doors” Bonnie was too busy staring at the mess to notice that Nadia had slipped away when the waitress was apologizing so she naturally assumed Nadia was right behind her looking at more sculptures

“It’ doesn’t matter if she’s a bitch or not, I know what it’s like to be afraid of messing up in a job, she’s no different than me in that, so it was nothing, thanks by the way” she said ignoring his mocking jab and taking the Kleenex, swiping the muck of sauces off her shirt with a grimace “I take it back, this is going to leave a stain”

“well I’m not used to being a hero for a damsel in distress but I just saw someone that’s guaranteed to put me in a better mood so here, you can have my jacket for the time being” Kol said not really looking at Bonnie, instead his eyes focused on Katherine and Mason in the distance, both which made him smile in mischief, taking off his jacket he held it out

“”by the look in your face, I’m almost afraid to ask why” Bonnie mumbled accepting his leather jacket to cover the stain in her shirt, at least until she could manage a quick change in the bathroom “by the way, I’m Bonnie, in case looking at the wait-Mindy’s cleavage distracted you again”

“Good to know I’m not lending my coats to complete strangers, my name is Kol, but my friends like to call me “your highness king of the universe” unless you are my sister of course, she just calls me bloody wanker” he introduced himself making a exaggerate bow before winking flirtatiously, he wasn’t even trying to make a pass on her honest, she was someone’s nanny, and Kol had strict “anti-seducing other people’s help during parties” policy, but her laughter sounded so nice, and this was one attractive nanny now that he looked at her closely, minus the stained shirt and frazzled babysitter getup she could be downright beautiful, Kol was intrigued.

Bonnie laughed “I think I’ll stick with Kol”

Meanwhile Bonnie’s little charge who had gotten away from her watch, was trying to find something interesting to do, Nadia knew it wasn’t going to last, Bonnie would find her missing pretty soon and she would be back to body guarding her around, so Nadia took advantage and went in search of her aunt Caroline.

“Mayka, I found it, I found it, the painting I want you to get me, it’s so wicked cool, come on, you need to see it” Nadia said smiling, pulling up her cutest doe eyes for Caroline who was talking on the phone with someone from her magazine about Davina’s interview

“Naddy, not now baby I’m talking on the phone” Caroline stage whispered but the child pouted more and gave her a sad puppy face, making her budge “Fine, listen Matt, I’ll call you later just make sure to have those photos in by Monday” Caroline sighed finishing her call and turning to Nadia with a sunny smile she reserved for children only “Now I’m done, let’s take a look at that painting shall we?”

Nadia led Caroline around the gallery to one of the parts more hidden away, where a couple of fantastic fantasy themed easels hung for exhibition, she was so adorable dressed in a long sleeved top, a navy skirt, white tights and back flats (in a style so similar to Katherine it made Caroline wonder if she picked all of Nadia’s outfits) her pretty blue little girl purse speckled with glitter making a sharp contrast, with her sweet but clean cut appearance, without an ounce of frills or princess themed accessories, just like her mother, Caroline knew that Nadia wasn’t the kind of little girl that believed in princesses or fairies, which was why it came as a surprise when Nadia came to a stop in front of an oil painting depicting a beautiful swan filled lake next to a Victorian house with unicorns and fairies.

“It’s my house Tetka Caroline; look, it looks just like home” and indeed Caroline saw the similarities between the house in the painting and the chateau like mansion the family lived at in Bulgaria “isn’t it pretty?” Nadia cooed in delight

“It is, actually, very pretty” Caroline said nodding in appreciation “but here it says that it’s on loan from a private collection, I’m not sure we can buy it”

Nadia sighed in unhappiness “but I want it”

“Naddy, be reasonable, I know I promised to buy anything you wanted but this painting has an owner, one that probably will ask for twice its worth if he or she where to sell it”

“do you think mom can find a way for me to have it?, she knows everybody, maybe she can find out who owns it” a little girl not used to not getting her way, she stomped her foot on the ground “wait here, don’t move, I’ll go get mama” and before Caroline had a chance to argue, Nadia did a pivot turn and sped away in pursuit of Katherine’s location

“such a pity, it really is a beautiful Gianni Dunn” Caroline sighed to herself, she really did hate disappointing children, Nadia being the chief of them since Caroline loved to spoil her rotten

“Do you like it?” a slightly accented someone asked from behind her,

Caroline tuned around and scoffed at the person behind her “you got to be kidding me, Lorenzo Augustine? really?”

“And here I thought my identity was forever protected by my manager” the handsome black haired man joked “I wonder how such a pretty girl got wind of it”

“And here I thought the rumors of you being cocky as hell where wrong, keep trying and maybe one day you will be able to avoid the photographers in my magazine” Caroline scoffed amused at the way the man was trying to flirt with her, man if he only knew she dealt with his kind on daily basis, egotistical men, gosh they were all the same

“Gorgeous and smart, I like that in a woman, but we seem to be at disadvantage here, you know my name, I unfortunately don’t know yours, which is a pity” Enzo continued with a wink “and please call me Enzo, Lorenzo is sort of outdated and I always hate being outdated”

“which is evident in your art” Caroline agreed changing the conversation before Enzo took it as a sign that she welcomed his flirting “ some of your work is in exhibition and honestly cubism is such a hard thing to like, at least when it’s not done well and you managed to make me like the form of painting I usually detest” Caroline continued, her mind rapidly hatching a plan to rope Enzo into being featured in one of her articles, if she played her cards just right he might just agree “by the way I’m Caroline Forbes, head of E&L magazine” she said extending her hand for him to shake

“A pleasure to meet you Caroline, I see now how you know what I look like” he replied taking her hand and kissing it like a gentleman, gosh if Caroline had known that up close he was this handsome, she would have gotten her photographers to hound his house a little more.

“We did an article on you for the edgy décor section last winter, and I distinctly remember having a very hard time with the pictures, hence why I know how you look like, it took me some work to actually find a headshot of your face”

“I feel honored that you went through all that work, I remember that interview, the journalist wanted to hear more about my marital status than my upcoming gallery opening, you can imagine why I refuse to have my picture taken, being handsome in this industry gives people ideas” he pointed out with a bit of arrogance, like most attractive men Caroline knew, Enzo acted like he expected her to fall at his feet, disregarding her magazine easily, imagine how unfair it was when people wanted to know about the life of the artists that decorated their homes, Van Gogh would have scoffed, Caroline sighed and swallowed the snappy comeback, her magazine needed to pad the home décor section, E&L needed her to do this.

“but you are a good talker and have great people skills, readers like that, it sells to be charming, or at least it does in my line of work” Caroline continued trying to be as cheerful as possible and Enzo smiled falling for it hook line and sinker.

Klaus on the other hand had been quietly sitting in the dark, out of sight watching the room full of people, smirking to himself as Rebekah and the ripper jumped from one end of the place to another trying to keep everything from blowing up, not that Klaus minded if anything blew up, art awards where generally boring things anyway, Elijah was busy keeping Haley in check, Kol somewhere off with another girl, the surprise of the night, his brother’s ex flame Katerina too was in attendance and while Klaus knew that him clashing with her would be messy indeed, there was still the added bonus that always came with enduring Katerina’s presence back in college, and that was Caroline, which was why Klaus had politely refrained (or been forced to, by Rebekah) from getting close to Katherine and causing a scene.

Him, unlike Elijah, had not completely written Caroline off his life when Katherine pulled off her last dirty trick, her name was something that came up in his field of work every once in a while, after all the magazine she ran did big spreads on the work of undiscovered artists twice a year and like any other media, it was a way to get noticed and aim for a “big break”, many rising art talents vied to be chosen by E&L during submission season, and since Klaus owned most of the art galleries in New Orleans and a couple in other parts of the country (Chicago included) it was hard to ignore the articles Caroline’s magazine did on people he knew.

But this was the first time since college that he had seen her in flesh, which was why he was gritting his teeth as Enzo tried to flirt with his little blonde distraction. He could have kicked himself, seven years since he had laid eyes on Caroline last and it seemed as if his old infatuation with her had never left, one would think that after so much time and some bad relationships, Klaus would have learned to purge his silly crush on Katerina’s best friend, yet here she was and he still felt the pull.

Bloody arghh everything had been fine while she had kept out of his reach, but the little brunette girl HAD to pull Caroline to the paintings near his “gloomy corner” (as Rebekah liked to put it), not only could he see her perfectly while remaining hidden, now he could hear her tinkling voice praising that prat of Enzo too, didn’t Katerina’s brat know she was onsetting the apocalypse?

“So you will do it? pose for a few pictures really?” Caroline asked dazzling Enzo with her smile and thanking heavens she was such a good actress

“how about we compromise gorgeous, let me buy you a drink after this is over and you can have my body to take pictures at all you please” Enzo replied with a wink, but from Caroline’s point of view agreeing to that was just like agreeing to prostitution.

Lucky (or unluckily) for her, Klaus chose that moment to (·cough· snap and murder someone ·cough·) intervene in the cozy conversation

“Enzo, fancy seeing you here” Klaus said pretending he had just been passing by and noticed them, smirking casually and positioning his body with his back slightly to Enzo and facing Caroline in all his hybrid-dimpled-glory “Sorry love, couldn’t help but overhear the conversation”

Looking up into his eyes for the first time in years, Caroline shivered “Klaus”

After compelling her to remain locked inside the dungeon, Elijah eventually lost Katherine’s track as she escaped. So what happens when they meet again years later? How stubborn can rancor be? Can they move on from their past so that they can have a future?

         PROLOGUE

February 6th 2015

Tuscany

Elijah had been in Italy for about two weeks; he was there essentially for family business. Apart from Klaus, he was the only Mikaelson to care about and take care of the family business and ensure the family’s financial affluence.

All his charming sister ever did was spend the money he hardly earned shopping and improvise fashion runways specially for him and his brothers in their living room. As for Kol, well, most of the time he was just Kol: when he didn’t annoy them, he was busy going round bars getting drunk and chatting up women; sometimes he even did all three at the same time. Klaus, liking power and to have control over absolutely everything, checked in every once in a while to make sure everything went off well.

Given that he absolutely loved the country, the elder Mikaelson sibling had made the most of his trip by doing tourism –though he already knew the country in its lesser nooks. Indeed, Elijah had been in Italy countless times. Yet, he remembered each and every one of his stays. For they were all memorable and different the ones from the others. He loved Naples and its very active carriage. He adored the Italian capital and its amazing culture. Every time he’d be in Rome, he would go to the Place of Spagna, one of the busiest squares in the Italian capital.

At the present time, he was in Tuscany. He had planned to leave at the end of the week by Friday but he might have to prolong his stay to please a family friend: he was invited to a banquet Saturday evening and the hostess of the event, Eleanore Winston, insisted on his presence, claiming it was vital –not for her, but for both him and a special someone else. Therefore, to please Eleanore and also out of curiosity, he had accepted her invitation and wouldn’t leave town before Sunday.

He was busy postponing his departure on a French airline’s website on his computer while checking his mails through his phone’s screen. Elijah winced at the business mail’s contents when someone knocked at his door.

“Come in, Nicholas.”

The man entered. It was a dark-haired individual, of a tall height and of an advanced age. He redeemed a certain class and looked the picture of elegance, his hair carefully dressed behind.

“Here’s your suit for tonight, sir Elijah.” He said showing it to him. “Should I hang it first in your wardrobe?” he questioned.

He nodded with his eyes. So Nick walked to his master’s wardrobe and hung the black suit there while Elijah kept handling his Samsung Galaxy 6 intently. Always at the cutting edge of fashion, that Elijah. He had bought it the very same day of its release.

Nick then returned by his side.

“I’ll need you to print our flying tickets. Take your time, it’s not urgent. ” He told him. “We’re leaving on Monday.” He informed.

 “Very well, sir Elijah.” The old man nodded. “Do you need anything else?” he asked.

“No, thank you, Nicholas.” He answered him.

The latter nodded and headed out for the door when Elijah’s life stopped him. “Wait.” He asked getting up to go take something on the table across the room. It was a small gift wrapped into a paper-gift. He advanced towards his friend and warlock and handed him the present. “It’s just a small something I brought you from Bulgaria.” He told him.

“Thank you, sir Elijah.” Nick bowed and thanked him for the present.

The Mikaelson man lightly shook his head negatively. “You’re welcome. It’s nothing.” He said.

“That’s what you say.” He replied. “Anyway, thank you.” He thanked again.

Elijah nodded, an imperceptible smile on the face, and Nick finally left the room.

Elijah just returned from a trip to Bulgaria indeed, a trip he was supposed to make since October two thousand and four and had kept postponing and postponing until finally his reason urged him to go. The reason why he had been so reluctant to go was all the memories the place held for him. The last time he was there, before his recent trip, was centuries ago; five centuries ago to be more specific. He had met the most beautiful woman he had ever seen –and was sure he would ever see –there… an exquisite beauty. He couldn’t even think of Bulgaria without his mind drifting him to her and reminding him of how he had completely unknowingly and utterly fallen for her.

And to think he had almost, just almost, succeeded in getting her out of his mind after five centuries of obsession and living with a feeling of betrayal! But of course, destiny or bad luck or good luck –however you want to call it –had to put her back on his path… He remembered their last encounter three years ago in Mystic Falls as if it was yesterday. Part of his deal with the lovely Elena Gilbert, the doppelganger who would enable him to make peace with his brother Klaus and make amends by him, was to get Stefan Salvatore out of the dungeon where he had been trapped while keeping the vampire woman locked away there.

The second he appeared in front of her, her mouth drew open, terrified, her complexion turned livid and her expression, disconcerted.

“Elijah.” She managed to get out.

“Good evening, Katerina.” He greeted casually. “Thank you for having the good sense to be frightened.” He said his usual stoic expression on his face.

She probably had no idea how difficult it was for him not to gaze at her endlessly and to look away. It was strikingly crazy how much she still affected him despite the centuries that had passed. She definitely didn’t look like she was as fit as a fiddle but, he found her beautiful. She was as stunning as he remembered her. She looked more woman, less girl, what made her even more attractive. Her hair was shorter, her complexion, more pale –understandable given her current predicament –but her brown eyes were still as penetrating.

If one had touched his chest at his heart’s emplacement in that moment, they definitely would have been worried by how bad it was racing.

He gathered his mental force and turned to Stefan and spoke. “Your release has been requested.”

The latter turned to Katherine and they exchanged a confused look. He looked back at the Original. “What? By who?” he inquired, his brows knit together in incomprehension.

“The lovely Elena drives a hard bargain.” He elaborated and saw in his peripheral vision Katherine’s face become contorted. “However, we’ve reached a peaceful agreement… she and I.” he informed him. “Please…” he stepped aside to leave room for the Salvatore brother. “Come.” He invited.

“I can’t.” he stated, sure of the fact.

“Yes, you can .I’ve had the spell lifted.” The Original asserted in a certain voice.

The younger Salvatore brother slowly and mistrustfully advanced towards the invisible barrier. As soon as Stefan had crossed the door and Elijah’s attention was on him, the doppelganger took advantage of the instant of inattention to rush with her vampiric speed towards the barrier as well. Unfortunately for the raven-haired woman, Elijah henceforth knew better than to drop his guard as far as she was concerned. She had scarcely made one step that he was already in front of her blocking her.

“As for you however, you should not exit till’ I say so.” He compelled her, an impassive expression on his face, and an impenetrable look in his green eyes. “When Klaus comes, he’ll want to know exactly where you are.” He declared, the statement sounding like a warning.

He moved away from her and she blinked, her eyes recovering from his compulsion.

“You’re free to go… Elena will explain the arrangement to you.” He addressed Stefan, though his eyes never left her. “If she keeps her word… I’ll keep mine.”

And with that, he left the dungeon, not even granting her a last look.

He had put on a real poker face that day, pretended not to care, acted like she was nothing other than the doppelganger and didn’t represent more. He had never showed such mental force in his entire existence; he didn’t even suspect he could be so strong.

His phone’s bell brought him back to earth. He picked it up. ‘Eleanore’ was displayed big and bright on the screen.

‘Hello?’ he answered.

‘Morning, Elijah. It’s Eleanore.’ She spoke.

‘Good morning, Eleanore.’ He greeted back. ‘How are you?’ he asked.

“I’m fine.” She answered. ‘But you know me, my brains works overdrive. I’m actually working on a new project with a new associate.’ She said. ‘I’m making sure everything’s ready for the ball… Speaking of which, I’m expecting you at nine o’clock sharp.’ She slid.

Elijah chuckled inwardly: this entire monologue just to ensure his presence at her banquet. Couldn’t she have just asked plainly?

‘Did I say I was attending?’ he asked rhetorically.

‘You are coming, Elijah.’ She stated absolutely not asking for his approval.

He smiled and a few seconds passed before either spoke again. ‘I’ll see you at nine.’ He told her.

‘Perfect, see you then.’ She concluded.

 He rung his phone off cutting the communication and put it down on the table in front of him.  

To tell the truth, the reason why Eleanore had insisted so much on Elijah’s presence at the banquet she hosted and the same reason why the latter had finally agreed to go was a woman.

Indeed, Eleanore had a woman she absolutely wanted to present to Elijah. She thought he needed a change, that his life needed something special… someone special. She reckoned that he was losing his joy of life, not that he ever really had one. But you see that was the thing: Eleanore knew a woman who had a spectacular joy of life, and she was utterly convinced that said woman and him were perfect for each other.

However, the only woman Elijah could actually see himself happy with was a world away –to not say a lifetime away. Therefore, unless this woman had raven hair, earned the most beautiful smile and was of an outstanding stubbornness, it went without saying that the encounter would be vain. 

Story: The Principal’s Office

Written by: Escaily (TUMBLR)

Main Pairing: Kalijah (little of klaroline)

Rating: N/A

Status: Incomplete

:- In which twelve yearold Nadia gives Henrik Mikaelson a black eye, principal Elijah and her mom turn out to have history together and aunt Caroline ends up kneeing the balls of a famous painter, yeah sometimes being Nadia Petrova can be hard. a Kalijah story with a few hints ok Klaroline in the background