Finding myself (a klaroline fanfic)

B o n d i n g s (14)

This chapter is dedicated to Misisipi4 because she is one of the nicest person I've ever come across and is irrevocably supportive. Thank you girl :).

I hope you enjoy the chapter. Positive criticism is always welcomed. A light chapter was definitely needed after all the bustle now wasn't it ;).

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It had been two days since the incident happened. Everything was back on track. Nothing had been heard from Marcel which was indeed a relief but my subconscious was telling me otherwise. Everything was eerily peaceful and I couldn't help but think of it as the silence before the storm albeit I shrugged it off as I was walking towards the Mikaelson mansion. The air was cool against me but I wasn't feeling it as anything other than a wave of refreshment. Being a vampire had its perks.

Stefan was staying at a nearby flat which he compelled to take as it was not available at the time. Ever since he had came I was feeling more at relief than before. It was a feeling that I was not alone and I had someone I can trust wholly. Everyone come and goes but a friend is always there by your side. I smiled seeing the big door of the mansion.

Rebekah wanted a shopping spree and apparently I was her adviser. Saying no to her was completely out of the question so I agreed. As I knocked on the door, Elijah greeted me and lead me in. Rebekah was again at the counter of the kitchen, eating cereals. I snickered and she looked up to see me standing in the doorway.

"Isn't it amusing to watch someone eating cereals Caroline?" She said mockingly and a chuckle escaped my lips.

"It is when that someone is thousand years old eating chocolate ones." I replied air quoting.

That's when Stefan came in. He didn't come through the front door or I was too unobservant. Latter seemed right.

"Hey bunny killer." I greeted him enthusiastically at which he just grinned and sat at one of the stools on the counter.

"Seriously Rebekah?" Stefan said to Rebekah in an amused tone.

"Come on! I think I should just stop eating them altogether." Said Rebekah in an exasperated tone. She clunked the spoon in the milk, spilling it out. We held in our chuckles at her signature glare.

"Where is Klaus? I am here to talk to him." He asked her to which she replied by a shrug.

"Here mate. The witches are hell bent on making my life miserable." He said entering the kitchen. It felt like the certain room was becoming a meeting hall. He smiled at me and and looked at Rebekah weirdly.

"I can confidently say I will never get used to it." Rebekah snickered, pushing the bowl away to lean back. Klaus also sat down turning towards Stefan.

"Joshua recently informed me of the current happenings in the Quarter and apparently everything is well and good." Klaus said.

"Klaus I don't think Haley is safe in the woods alone." Stefan said to him and it piqued my curiosity. I had nearly forgotten about Haley after everything. I raised my eyebrows towards Klaus at which he looked away.

"We should probably get going. Yes Care?" Rebekah asked me and I nodded still not satisfied. She practically shoved me out of the room but I heard mumbling involving 'tell her' and 'I will' and Rebekah dragged me away.

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We were walking the streets of New Orleans without a care in the world. Shopping bags in our hands and widest grins on our faces. We were free and happy, doing what normal girls do and enjoying while it lasts.

"The saleswomen have something against me. All of them have." Rebekah said with an irritated expression.

"I think they will be more considerate if you don't threaten to choke them for a pair of heels." I replied in an amused tone.

"I don't." She said casually.

"Yes. The glares you give them indicate a lot worse than choking."

"Well we did pretty well taking in account of close to twenty shopping bags we are carrying." She said with a nod.

We entered the nearest cafe and sat down at the seats in the back. The aroma of fresh coffee filled the surrounding and a warm feeling crept up on me. I loved that smell. It had the ability to relieve me in strenuous situations.

"I ordered coffee for both of us. Want something else?" Rebekah questioned me and I looked up to see the waitress expecting us to finish our order. I was lost in my thoughts, again.

"Two chocolate croissants please." I told her with a smile to which she nodded and scurried off.

"Rebekah?" I catechized and she looked up at me expectingly. "Why is Haley here?

She seemed shocked for a while and then replied in a calm tone. "It's not my place to tell you Caroline."

"Seriously? She is living in the woods! All alone!" I said exasperated.

"Stefan and his big mouth! But she is not alone there Caroline. Its where her pack is residing if that is of any condolence." She said with an eye roll. She knew I didn't care all that much about Haley.

"Now that is something new. Good for her." I said nonchalantly when I was thinking of all the reasons that lead her here. She left Mystic Falls quietly , without any fuss and nothing was heard from her after that. Though I was surprised to see her but taking in account the situation, I wasn't in the best of moods to talk to her that day.

We spent an hour there, talking about anything and everything. It would be a lie to say that I hadn't bonded with her since I arrived. Despite our initial rivalry, we had came past the point of unreasonable competition over nothing. We talked about Matt, though she wouldn't openly admit it, but she had a soft spot for him and her eyes lightened at the mention of him which set a new goal for myself, to somehow give them a chance.

We talked about the current situation of New Orleans but she was hopeful that everything will be alright now, though I wasn't. I knew they could be my unreasonable fears that nothing lasts forever or the nagging terrors that never seemed to erase. I knew it was messed up but that was how I was. Good things never lasted for long in my life.

The fact that surprised me the most was her romantic involvement with Marcel. She didn't said much about it but the topic seemed doomed and the reason was unknown to me.

It was now almost midnight and I was tucked in my bed. I knew I clearly over-thought everything. I couldn't help but be suspicious about Haley's sudden decision to come here carrying a child. I knew I had no say in it, I had no right to plead someone guilty or to judge but there are certain things that give you an aura of suspicion, one you just can't shrug off. Slumber took over me but like every other night, the feeling of being over-watched was there. It made me wake up a few nights too, probably a result of my imaginations but made me feel unassailable nonetheless which even shocked myself at times.