For Klaroween Bingo - Witch - A Practical Magic/Klaroline fusion with new twists. Also, thanks to @livingdeadblondequeen  @littlebirdofthenorth and @klarolinesbuttons for some mythology lessons along the way.
Sisters Caroline and Katherine Pierce have always been considered âdifferentâ but when FBI Agent Klaus Mikaelson comes to town in order to solve a mysterious death in Washington DC things get complicated (opening quotes in italics from the film and title from the soundtrack).
âYeah, heâsâŚniceâŚin a very penal code sort of way, yeah.â
Caroline felt herself blush. The question was pretty much typical of her older sister, even in a budding crisis, but it wasnât it that had gotten under her skin.Â
And, yes, he was cute. Scratch that he was gorgeous, and not just in a penal code kind of way.Â
An irresistible mixture of dimples, curls and crimson lips housed in a navy henley and dark jeans. But his physical appearance wasnât the only thing getting under her skin, she could sense something wasnât right but couldnât quite put her finger on it.
Time seemed to stop, for whatever reason, and sheâd almost forgotten he was an FBI Agent until he flashed his badge in her direction and asked to speak with Katherine about the suspicious death of a Russian National.
Suddenly he wasnât quite so attractive and she was going to kill Katherine for whatever mess sheâd embroiled her in this time. Sheâd turned up on her doorstep a few nights ago and suddenly things were falling into place. Especially given she vowed never to return to San Juan because it was apparently too âsmall townâ for her liking.
They were polar opposites. Katherine was impulsive and unapologetic about her supernatural status and with that came an abundance of reckless behaviour. Sheâd been travelling for years but they always kept in touch through letters. The stories she told were always wild and she wouldnât have believed them if she wasnât Katherine Pierce.  Â
Caroline, on the other hand, always tried to keep her identity on the down low, even with the rumours swirling in town, there was only so many insults she could take about her supernatural status.  All she really craved in life was some semblance of normalcy. But trouble tended to follow her, especially when Katherine made an impromptu visit.
âSounds like someone has a little crush,â Katherine teased, now limbering into cat-cow pose.
âSeriously, Kat,â she huffed. âStop dodging my questions.â
âYou should really try yoga, Care, itâs a good way to relax and unwind and we all know you could use some of that.â
âYouâre the only person I know who doesnât care that a federal agent is in our backyard brandishing a firearm as we speak.â
âAre you sure it was his gun and nothing else, Care?â She blushed again, damn it. âHey, Iâve got an idea, how about you seduce the guy and heâll forget all about his line of questioning? It would be a win-win. I mean you havenât gotten any in a while so really Iâd be helping you.âÂ
âWow,â Caroline growled. âYou have not changed. And, by the way, this obsession with my sex life is unhealthy.â Maybe it was true, but given the fact she couldnât fall in love due to the centuries-old family, death curse, there wasnât any point.
âIâm only looking out for youâŚâ
âWhat exactly have you done, Kat?â She interrupted, ignoring her comment. Caroline knew exactly what was going to follow. Katherine could separate her feelings from sex but it was something Caroline could never do which is why she stayed celibate for the most part.
âNothing,â Caroline gave her a weary look. âWell, nothing much.â
âThis murdered Russian is an attachĂŠ at the Embassy in Washington DC, itâs kind of a big deal.â
âFine,â she admitted, albeit reluctantly. âI knew him, we spent some time togetherâŚwell you knowâŚâ
âThose particular details are not necessary right now,â Caroline shot back.Â
âBut he wasnât a gentleman, far from it,â she shuddered, lowering her sweater to reveal numerous bruises on her skin. âI was only trying to defend myself and then suddenly he was on the floor and I was fleeing the hotel.âÂ
Suddenly Caroline felt bad for her sister and would have been more sympathetic but the fact Klaus Mikaelson was still in their yard was weighing on her mind.Â
âI didnât stick around to check, Detective,â she growled. âAnyway, all I did was put some belladonna in his whiskey, itâs a sedative.â
âOnly in small doses,â she murmured, knowing its full potential if used in excess. âWe need to get downstairs, heâll suspect something is up if not.â
Patience wasnât a trait that Klaus Mikaelson possessed. But when he arrived in San Juan, it seemed to become a little easier to wait, to observe, to take everything in. Â
He knew what she was, the town was rife with rumours after all, but he wasnât expecting to feel so bewitched so soon.
Blonde waves, creamy skin and expressive, blue eyes that matched the colour of the nearby ocean. Heâd faltered, albeit momentarily, and then regained his composure and asked for her sister. He noticed her once sunny expression darken and suddenly he wanted to take it all back just to see her smile again.
Standing in the garden after sheâd gone to fetch her sister, Klaus tried to ignore just how good her toned backside and hips looked swinging from side to side in those dark, denim jeans.
She seemed familiar, almost like theyâd met before but that would be impossible, right? Thatâs what he told himself anyway.
Katherine Pierce was everything he imagined. Poised, charming and flirtatious, she obviously had a way with men, Aleksey Romanoff included. Sheâd rattled off a story about their turbulent relationship, his violent tendencies and not seeing him for weeks. She even mentioned a weakness for men in suits, he all but stopped in recommending his older brother Elijah.
Klaus could tell she was lying. But he hadnât pushed, mainly because her protective sister seemed to be sending him death stares from the kitchen sink. Was it wrong to feel so turned on? He left but with the promise of further questioning.
His restlessness grew at the nearby bed and breakfast he was staying at and Klaus found himself gravitating towards âNourishâ the store owned by one Caroline Pierce. Klaus told himself it was for intelligence, nothing else.
âI didnât take you for an organic moisturizer kind of guy?â She asked as he perused the shelves. If he thought she looked stunning yesterday, she looked beautiful in a flowing, white dress. And it didnât help her floral perfume was messing with his senses.
âI moisturize,â he shot back, defensively. What he wasnât expecting was for her to cup his chin and caress his stubble, her blue eyes regarding him seriously.
âDaily?â He was a bit taken aback by her intimate gesture to respond at first but eventually found his voice.
âWhen I have time,â he murmured.
âThe life of a high flying FBI agent is never done I assume?â She guessed, finally letting go but all Klaus wanted was for her to keep touching him and never stop. His arousal was confirming that very fact.
âSomething like that,â he rasped, knowing the real reason he couldnât keep up his daily routine. âSo, what do you recommend?â
âIf this is your way of interrogating me thenâŚâ
âIâm on some rare downtime,â he said, even if it was a lie. Caroline Pierce was doing something to him and Klaus wasnât quite sure he wanted it to end anytime soon.Â
âExcuse me?â She gestured behind him.
âYour skin is on the dry side so Iâd suggest the peppermint facial cream.â
âDry?â He suddenly felt self conscious. No one had ever done that, until right now. He wanted to hate her for voicing a physical weakness but for some reason Klaus just wanted to prove her wrong and hastily picked up the bottle to pay for it.
âItâs nothing to be worried about,â she teased, packing his purchase. âIâm sure this will clear things up straight away.â But would his feelings follow suit? He wasnât so sure.Â
âPromise?â He grinned.
âOr your money back.â
âIâll hold you to that, Ms Pierce,â he joked, making his way from the store, every fiber of his being willing him to stay but he knew that wasnât wise given his mission.
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