#underthestcrs

Curious, and maybe even a little hopeful, eyes have been watching the blonde for a while now, trying to decide if this was a trick or a treat.  It couldn’t be her.    ——   Could it?  Klaus Mikaelson should know better than to question the probability of one’s existence when his very own should be impossible.  A thousand year old vampire turned hybrid, approaching impending fatherhood, reigning over New Orleans. Striking fear into people’s hearts with the mere mention of his name.  He lived in a world where just about anything could happen and it did, frequently, but doubt still weighed deep in his stomach. He couldn’t bear to taste the bitterness of disappointment if he was to learn this wasn’t the woman he once promised last love.  Just days ago, he came across a woman with the face of Katerina and not an ounce of Elena Gilbert’s personality.  Expected, he supposed, from a doppelganger, but still enough to leave him cautious.  This was not a world Klaus was familiar with and while the woman he could see looked like someone he used to know, there was no guarantee she was. 

That said   —   he’d never been one to run.  Not unless his father was chasing at least and that hadn’t been a problem for quite some time now.  No, he preferred to confront it head on, feet moving forward to get a little closer.   ——   Klaus realises then that he can’t be wrong.  For starters, that never happens.   Secondly, there’s no one else this person can be.  From the familiar scent and the poise she holds herself in, to the warm buzz of excitement that only flares up when in her presence, this woman is completely, irrevocably Caroline Forbes.    ‘ Of all the apocalypses in all the land, what are the chances we both fell into the same one? ’   Words were drawled, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips as he edged even closer.   ‘ Hello, love. ’

This place was just filled to the brim with mysteries, wasn’t it? Perhaps he’d been remiss in lingering solely in the States, if the rest of the world held so many interesting things. Garrett had been observing the man from a distance here and there, whenever they happened to be around one another. He certainly wasn’t human, but he couldn’t conclusively say just what he was. 

When it seemed as if he would gain nothing more from just looking from afar, Garrett did as he had always done - jumped in without much of a plan, relying solely on his charisma to carry him through.