thanks cami for requesting ;a;

anonymous asked:

"Klaus, hi, it's Caroline, and um- well, we're all in New Orleans and this weird blonde called Carrie- Cami, or whatever, says that she won't tell me where you live and Damon is getting annoyed, and um- look, there's a problem, where can we find you? I miss you, by the- whatever, just call me back as soon as you can it's important" (or something like that??? sorry it's long lmao)

“How do you not know where your boyfriend lives?” Damon grumbled as he trailed behind a determined Caroline down the sidewalk of the French Quarter. The blonde was following a map on her phone, only to find themselves on Bourbon Street with nothing that looked anything like a mansion around them.

“I did know, but there was some drama and some wolves burnt his house down, so he’s moved and he didn’t really tell me where,” she grumbled, regretting the decision to allow Klaus to keep his home a secret from her.

They barely spoke about New Orleans’ affairs unless it was done and dusted, with the problem sorted or resolved. She knew he did it to protect her and to keep her from worrying (or coming down to visit), but it never worked. She was safe, of course, but she naturally worried and here she was, down in the Big Easy.

Damon chuckled dryly at her words, stepping up next to her quickly. “They didn’t huff and puff, and blow it down? He already has you Goldilocks,” he remarked in amusement.

“Shut up, Damon,” Caroline sighed. She had had to put up with his comments all the way down. Thankfully they had flown rather than driven, however that had still been 4 hours too long with someone who couldn’t keep his trap shut about the tiniest things. Before she could open her mouth to add to it, she caught sight of a bar on the other side of the road; the name sounding familiar to her (though in her mind, it was said in a crisp British accent). “Oh, Rousseau’s! He’s always going on about meeting vampires here. I’m sure someone will know where he lives.”

“Or we could just compel someone off the streets for the address of the most evilest person they know,” he suggested, raising his brows with a smirk as he held the door open for her to walk through and into Rousseau’s.

“You didn’t have to come, you know? I told you we would be doing it my way,” she snapped at him, keeping her voice low. It may have been the middle of the day, but that didn’t mean there weren’t vampires around. She knew there were a handful of them with daylight rings in the city, and they were the ones in Klaus’ inner circle.

“Well, its for Elena, so it’d either have been me or Stefan. Considering the awkwardness between the two of you at the moment, I thought I’d do you a favour,” Damon retorted, his words quiet in a conspiring whisper. Fighting the urge to blush at the reminder of the sudden turn in events in her friendship with Stefan (if only it had been three years earlier when he had first come to town, she wouldn’t have had to turn him down for the Original hybrid), she shot him a suspicious look. She hadn’t mentioned Stefan’s feelings for her to anyone else, and she was sure he wouldn’t have either. “What? He’s my brother; he tells me things,” he added innocently, though she saw right through it. Fixing him a glare over her shoulder, she led them to the bar area. “Alright, fine, I read his diary. Like I said, he’s my brother.”

Exhaling deeply, Caroline pushed down the want to snap his neck and muttered sarcastically, “Or you could have just trusted me to do it myself.”

“With you and Klaus, you could never know whether you’d get the job done or get him done,” he said with a dirty smirk, settling onto the barstool next to her after a casual glance around the area. She had done the same before taking her seat. Most of the bar was empty, with only a few people scattered around, either sitting alone and nursing a drink or in small groups having an early lunch in one of the booths at the back.

“What can I get you guys?” a pretty blonde asked them, wiping down the counter in front of them as she did. There was something oddly familiar about her, but Caroline couldn’t place it. Mentally shaking her head, she put it out of her mind. There was no way a bartender from New Orleans would have ever visited Mystic Falls, and considering that was the only place she had ever lived apart from Whitmore, it was highly unlikely they actually knew each other.

Damon beamed his charming smile at her, though she didn’t seem as impressed as girls usually were at his good looks. “Scotch on the rocks, thanks, Cami,” he requested, squinting in a show as he read her name badge.

“An orange and vodka,” Caroline added when she turned to look at her questioningly. Catching her eyes, Caroline decided to bite the bullet and dilated her pupils to do some innocent compelling. “And you could tell us where we could find Klaus Mikaelson too, thanks.”

“This is New Orleans; I’m on vervain,” Cami’s cold voice informed her, snapping back from them in anger. Furrowing her brow, she looked between the two of them before asking, “Who are you?”

“We’re friends of Klaus’,” Caroline informed her as politely as she could.

Damon let out a sound of disagreement deep in his throat. “Well, ‘friends’ is a bit of a stretch. We’ve tried to kill him on occasion, he tried to kill us, and then these two decided jumping each other’s bones would be a great idea,” he informed the bartender, jerking a thumb over to her with his last line and a wriggle of his eyebrows.

“Damon! Overshare, much?” Caroline gasped, slapping away his hand before turning back to the other blonde. “But seriously, we’re friends of his.”

“If you were friends, wouldn’t you know where he lives?” she countered, suspiciously.

Caroline nodded slowly, wondering how it had become so difficult to track down Klaus of all people when there had been a time when all she had to do was turn around or say his name and he’d be right there. “Ok, sure, that makes sense, but we don’t and you clearly do, so how about you just tell us and we’ll leave you alone?” she asked, her words coming out quicker towards the end and with a clipped edge to them, so she added her patent, ‘aren’t-I-sweet-and-innocent?’ grin and said, “Please?”

“I think we might be slightly out of the region where your Miss Mystic Falls sunshine smile and attitude can work its magic,” Damon stage-whispered to her, eyes still on Cami even as he leaned in to bump his shoulder against hers. Caroline ignored him, but unfortunately, this might have been one of the rare occasions where he was right as the bartender walked away without another word.

Fine, I’ll just call him,” she sighed, pulling her phone back out of her pocket.

Tossing his hands out, Damon looked over at her incredulously. “Why didn’t you just do that earlier?” he exclaimed in disbelief.

“I did, but it kept going to voicemail,” she informed him, rolling her eyes. Of course she had considered calling him as soon as they had entered the city limits. Anywhere further and Klaus would have persuaded her to stay wherever she was and allow him to meet her. With the fight still brewing between the vampires, werewolves and witches in the French Quarter, he was reluctant in having her visit just yet.

“Leave him a message, then!” he insisted roughly, and Caroline threw him a sarcastic look as she climbed off her stool when it went to voicemail once again. She knew she would be overheard no matter where she went, but the illusion of privacy was powerful enough to make her move towards the empty kitchen area.

“Klaus, hi, it’s Caroline, and um- Well, we’re in New Orleans and this weird blonde called Carrie? Cami? Or whatever, says that she won’t tell me where you live and Damon is getting annoyed, and um- Look, there’s a problem; where can we find you? I miss you, by the-” she cut off suddenly, realising that telling him she missed him would lead to her saying other things that Damon would no doubt throw back at her to tease her with until Klaus did make an appearance. Sighing wistfully, she saved it for when they met instead. “Whatever, just call me back as soon as you can. It’s important.”

Hanging up, she made sure her phone was on loud and charged enough to last the day as she joined Damon. Her drink was placed on the bar, waiting for her, but she managed to catch the narrow eyed look Cami threw her as she passed by to another customer.

“What?” Damon asked when she frowned, glancing from her to Cami and then back again.

Caroline shook her head and picked up her drink. “I don’t think she likes me,” she stated, shrugging. He rolled his eyes at her comment, and she realised how pointless her observation really was. The last thing she cared about was whether the local bartender liked her or not. Sipping her drink, she hummed in appreciation as the alcohol hit the right spots. “At least she didn’t vervain me.”

They were on their third drink when her phone came alive, buzzing against the wooden table top they had claimed and singing out the beginning notes of her ringtone. Klaus’ name flashed on the screen, and she finished her drink before picking it up, preparing herself for his anger.

What are you doing in New Orleans, love?” Klaus asked through his teeth, words clipped and tone cold.

Biting on her bottom lip, she glanced up at Damon, who was openly listening to their conversation with a wide smirk, before replying. “I came to see you,” she said, just about making it out as a statement rather than a question.

“With Damon Salvatore, of all people?” Klaus questioned sceptically and in disbelief.

Huffing, she glared at the man opposite her and gritted out, “Unfortunately, yes.”

Damon shrugged off her words easily. “Save your flirting for when you get it on, Blondie. Will you get the address already?” he snapped, pushing her to do what they were there for.

“What are the chances of your ditching your companion and meeting me alone?” Klaus asked before Caroline could get a word out, practically spitting out the words. His hatred of the elder Salvatore wasn’t a secret, but she figured there could be worse people she could have brought along. Tyler came to the front of her mind instantly, closely followed by his former friend Stefan, considering their current predicament.

“I’ve tried and failed, so pretty slim,” she joked, though there was a part of her that wished she really had tried to lose Damon and succeed. It had been far too long since she had seen the hybrid, and some alone time would go down nicely.

There was a pause before Klaus let out a deep sigh and relented. “Very well. I’m sending someone to come get you. They will bring you here,” he informed her matter-of-factly.

Taken aback by his words, she took a quick look around the bar. The crowd was virtually the same as it had been when they had walked in over an hour earlier, and there was nobody paying particular attention to them that she had seen. “How do you know where I am?”

Klaus chuckled dryly. “Oh love; I know everything that goes on in my city. Including when a beautiful blonde vampire visits,” he told her haughtily.

“Creep,” Caroline scoffed in exaggerated disgust, before breaking out in giggles and ruining the effect. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“I’ll be waiting,” he told her earnestly before hanging up, leaving the dial tone ringing in her ear as he left them to wait for their guide in the form of one of his lackeys.