UppityBitch Klaroline fanfic & screaming into the void

Yet another peek at the upcoming chapter of my Klaroline canonish multi-chap, Found:

Chapter 22

Caroline gulped down another double Long Island iced tea, swinging her legs out until one of her old flip-flops flew across the room. She hated that they knew. They didn’t know know, but they knew enough to probably guess the rest. Her shame sat icy in her gut. Not to worry, though, more drinks would fix that.

            Rebekah unexpectedly said, “I hate mayonnaise. A French witch was looking for a salve for the pox and accidentally invented it. You should never trust the French. Especially a poxy Frenchman.”

Here’s yet another peek at the upcoming chapter of my Klaroline canonish multi-chap, Found:

Chapter 22

“You know what I miss? Operation,” Caroline said unexpectedly, making a tweezing motion with her fingers that both Originals watched in confusion. Giggling, she vaguely waived one hand to explain, “It’s this kids’ old-school board game where you operate on a cartoon man and as you’re removing the different organs, you can’t touch the sides of the incision or a buzzer sounds.”

            “Bloody hell, that’s a child’s toy? No wonder you people used to drill into each other’s skulls all willy nilly,” Rebekah observed with a shudder, idly stacking empty shot glasses into an impressively sturdy-looking pyramid.

Here's yet another peek at the upcoming chapter of my Klaroline canonish multi-chap, Found:

Chapter 22

A cold pit formed as Caroline briefly wondered if they were taking her back to their obnoxious mansion...where Klaus might be. She didn’t want to see Klaus. She didn’t want to see anyone, but Klaus especially she wasn’t ready to see. She mindlessly traced the shield outline that was embossed on the soft leather interior. The logo inside was interesting — a horsey rearing back meant something obnoxiously expensive, she was pretty sure. 

“Like my car, pet,” Kol asked smugly, waggling his eyebrows at her in the rearview mirror.