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The roaring 20's!

A time for partying and a time for secret drinking. Flappers; wild, care-free, fashionable young women intent on having fun and doing whatever the hell they like to do so; Rich, powerful, excited men – drink (illegally) their troubles away and go out to play at speakeasies', finding a young flapper along the way who are more than welcome to play along until the night ends.

Tonight at one particular speakeasy; where the music was flowing and everybody had a drink in their hands, chatting to other wild-partygoers about what an amazing place it was to wind down. A sharp looking, handsome man, dresses in a; sleek black and white tux and a bow tie; sat sharing a delicious, tasty human with a rather beautiful blond, dressed in a delicate flapper dress; an original.

This speakeasy was a place where allot of vampires could be found. Klaus and Rebekah Mikaelson.

Caroline POV

What the hell am I still doing here? I'm tired, I want to go home and I can't find my bloody friend! Where is Stefan when you need him?

I look around one last time and I finally spot him sucking the blood out of a compelled woman with what looks like a very beautiful looking flapper, who is hell bent on reaching Stefan's toes through his mouth, now.

I'm guessing I will be here a little longer than expected.

Another man approaches the three. I can only see his back, but I can tell he's rich like Stefan and possibly richer. His hair is slicked back and he's wearing the conventional black and white tux, but this time with a black tie, I can see where it sticks out a little at the back.

I see him take the blond by the arm and drag her away from my friend's mouth, tugging her up to stand. Stefan as always the night in shining armour stands up in defence and I can see the blond bombshell stand in-between the two men, separating them and the fight that may start to blow any second.

I roll my eyes and start to make my way over, detaching myself from the drunken idiot who has decided to try and have his way with me.

I huff in annoyance. Why did I agree to come out tonight?

I'm finally in standing right beside the two angry looking vampires and one smirking, amused one.

"Stefan what have you done this time?"

All three pairs of eyes turn to me. Stefan grants me a small smile.

"Care bear –"

"Don't call me Care bear! Or I shall for all eternity call you ripper!"

Just at this moment a passerby; a male, drunken man, the one who had taken a fancy to me before; makes his drunken way over to me.

"'ello lovely lady, how 'bout a cheeky dance? 'Ey?"

I turn to him ever so slowly. "Will you piss off?"

The mysterious man with the dazzling blue eyes I can now see, give a hearty chuckle. His features are beyond handsome, pink kissable lips, sharp features, soft smooth skin, and hair slicked right back to bring out his delectable face.

"Way hey, Miss! Just wanna see if ye dance moves are as sexy as you!"

I go to open my mouth but the stranger answers for me.

"I believe she just told you to piss off. So now do as she says and never speak to her again, or I will suck the blood out of your body until you are empty and bone dry." I see his iris expanding. He's compelling him.

The drunken stranger walks away, without a backward glance and disappears into the crowd.

I turn to the gorgeous stranger. "Thank you"

He smirks, revealing his cheeky dimples. "You are very much welcome" he tells me in his own sexy British accent that sends shivers through my spine and takes my hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to kiss it. "Your name is?"

I smile up at him, "Caroline Forbes. And yours?"

"Niklaus Mikaelson. Call me Nik" he tells me still smirking, looking deeply into my eyes.

"Caroline!" Stefan calls me.

I finally turn towards him. He stands there holding onto the blonds arm, looking at me like I've gone mad.

"Yes, Stefan?" I say in my politest the, giving him a fake smile.

I'm still not pleased with him leaving my earlier.

"What did you want, Care? Is there something the matter"

"Well I wanted to get out of here but it seems you have attached yourself to the lovely lady at your side. Your name is?" I turn to the blond glaring at the man sill holding my hand and smirking at me.

She finally switches her eyes to me and gives me a smile. "Rebekah. Nik's sister."

"Nice to meet you Rebekah."

"So" Nik suddenly speaks up. "This is the famous Stefan Salvatore, I have been hearing so much about." He drawls, looking Stefan dead in the eye. He turns to Rebekah with a mischievous smirk. "You're right he does have funny hair"

Stefan gives an offended chuckle. I smirk at him. He does have funny hair, sometimes.

"What do you want Nik?" Rebekah asks her brother, madder than ever.

"Well, I was bored and wanted to go home."

"Well you can go without me I'm not your girlfriend. Are you leaving or not"

He takes a step towards her. "No but you are my sister, which means you have to do as I say." His menacing, hard face suddenly softens and gives a smirk. "Anyway, it all depends on whether Caroline here wants to stay or not" he turns to me and looks me over.

I'm wearing a low cut blue sequined dress that reaches my knees, a pattern of dark blue flowers and swirls spreading right across it. A normal flappers dress. My hair is tied up into a bun with a fake blue flower stuck into its side.

"Well, if we are all staying and I am not left on my own again" I turn to glare at Stefan. "Then I suppose I can stay a little while longer"

He smiles dazzlingly at me, once again taking my hand and leads me to sit next to him in the booth.

Stefan and Rebekah look awkward and slowly sit down opposite us, staring at us like we're aliens from outer space.

We say nothing not sit there, staring seductively into each other's eyes. I bite my lip and grin, while he slowly licks his lower lips and smirks leaning closer to me.

"Drinks anybody?" Stefan calls.

Rebekah asks for wine.

Stefan looks at us.

"Caroline?"

"A martini Stefan, please." I say without taking my eyes off of Nik.

"Nik?"

"A scotch on the rocks, thank you Stefan"

His eyes never leave mine. Stefan walks away to the bar, leaving Nik, Rebekah and I all to our selves.

"So Caroline" Rebekah breaks through the hypnotising gaze. I turn to her. "How do you and Stefan know each other?"

"He and I used to be childhood friends, his brother was not as charming as him and rather mean so I tended to stay away from him, however Stefan was welcoming. We were turned together when we were walking to our carriage one night in the late 1880's. We helped each other get through it, but he is very much an uncontrollable ripper from time to time. We have been friends ever since"

I see relief wash over her features before she tries to disguise it. I give a giggle.

"You have no competition in me Rebekah. I can assure you I never have and never will have romantic feelings for Stefan; it would be like dating my brother."

She gives me a warm smile and nods her head. Stefan appears with a waitress following him, carrying our drinks. She places them on the table and then scuttles away.

I reach for my martini and take out the olive.

"You don't like olives? Why get a drink with them?" Nik asks me, smirking at me amused.

"I hate them; they just come with a nice drink. Would you like it?" I hold it out for him.

He smiles seductively and leans in to take it off of the stick with is mouth, his lips brushing my fingers at the same time.

I smirk right back at him and take a sip of the martini.

Rebekah starts telling us all about a trip to Paris she took with Nik that went horribly wrong, laughing at all the wacky things they ended up doing when they were running away. Running away from what?

I tip my head back and laugh at one particular comment and I feel a hand place itself on my knee and start to slide its way up my leg to my thigh. I glance at the man sitting next to me how is now looking down at me, licking those pink lips again.

Let's not make this too easy.

"Please excuse me"

I get up and walk over to the bathroom. I don't really need it, but it gives me the chance to leave him wanting more and for me to check my makeup.

I'm away for at least five minutes and I finally decide to head back to the table.

I'm stopped halfway by an arm pulling me to a chest. I look up into the magnificent eyes of Nik, who is staring down at me with that ever present smirk and those adorable dimples.

"They've gone back to Stefan's house love, which I am to believe, you share with him?"

"Indeed I do." I let out a sigh. "I suppose when I left they started to touch each other's toes through their mouths again? Well another night listening to those two!"

He grins at me, obviously liking my comment. "How about you come to stay with me? The house is all but empty and you wouldn't have to listen to those two. How about it sweetheart."

I look up at him grinning. "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting, Mr Mikaelson?"

He wraps his arms around me. "And what if I am?" his hand slips down to my behind.

"That all depends"

"On what?" he whispers seductively, leaning into trail kisses along my neck

"On whether I you can convince me"

He grins up at me and takes my hand, leading me out of the speakeasy and to his car.

He opens the door for me and I slip inside. Nice car. He's next to me in a flash.

This is going to be fun.

We soon arrive at his house. When I say house I mean grand mansion. Jesus he must be rich!

He helps me out of the car and takes my arm, making our way to the front door. He slowly unlocks it, looking at me mischievously as he opens it. We walk in and he locks it again.

Before I have time to register my surroundings I'm crushed against the door, but Nik as the attacks my mouth with his. I gasp and he takes full advantage, slipping his tongue to dance with my own. I moan when out tongues meet while he groans. My hands go to run through his hair, messing it up; while he explores my body with his graceful hands. He lifts me up and guides my legs around his waist. I do as he wishes and I feel his hands move around me to cup my behind with both hands.

He drags his mouth away for a few seconds. "Now... How can I convince you to spend the night with me?"

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