SWEET KISSES FROM RUSSIA

Fan Fiction – Alternate Universe

Caroline & Klaus

Elijah & Katherine

From: Lovely Vero

Chapter 1

"Happy New Year!"

Summary

The Dukes, Klaus Mikaelson and Elijah Mikaelson, are two Original vampires of the rich and famous families of London. Klaus, well known, worldwide, as the Jet Set life multi-millionaire, while collecting conquests, sport cars, and living day by day on the fast lane. Elijah, the less frivolous vampire of the two, with his grander appreciation of life including: music, arts, auctions, and literature, and to whom the joy of eternity summarize in a good game of poker with a glass of Brandy in one hand and a good Cuban cigar in the other.

On New Year's night, bored by his frivolous life, and the lack of good and available women in his life, Klaus suggest to Elijah to take the services of a Russian, on-line, marital agency, in hope of finding two women that would obey and serve them for life. Not entirely sold by the idea, Elijah refuses, firmly, his brother suggestion, before against his good judgment, finally accepting it. But after, both of them, choose the wife that would suit best, the other, an enormous misunderstanding occurred when the wrong woman is chosen for the wrong man.

I present to all of you … Sweet Kisses from Russia

11:50 p.m. - London – December 31st, 2012

The shrill laughter of the French Countess Dubois, also called the new cherished child of the London Opera, resounded into Klaus's ears like a bad augury that the New Year would start on a sour note. He shook his head, while wincing contemptuously at the blonde bimbo, before wondering if his Original vampire brother, Elijah, was not in the right, after all, to pass his New Year's Eve with a cigar in the corner of his mouth, at a poker table, like a good pappy of one thousand years old. But, ultimately, Countess Dubois had more than an atrocious vibrant voice, her other qualities where more enjoyable to the sight, thought Klaus, while glancing at her deep cleavage, and her opulent chest.

"Oh Duke Mikaelson, you're such a joy …. A real joyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy… I love talking to you, and doing other naughty things of course." The Countess exclaimed, with even more panache than possible in her opera pitched voice, while blinking an eye, before stumbling, giggling, and almost dropping her crystal glass of champagne on the marble floor of the luxurious Dufort Manor, another Royal family of England. "I'm such a clumsy person!" She added, while grabbing Klaus's left forearm, in an attempt to get closer to his muscular body.

"Now what do I hear in the distance?" Klaus asked, while imitating her sinking voice, thinking that he should actually be deaf after passing so much time in the company of Susan Boyle's clone, before putting his right hand, shaped like a cone, near his ear. "Oh yes, I believe your husband is calling you, my dear Leonore."

"Oh, don't be silly, Duke Mikaelson." She responded, with hiccups in the voice. "I don't hear a thing."

"That is because you are deaf after passing so much time in you own company." He mumbled between his teeth, in a low murmur, while rolling his eyes, grabbing her left forearm, pulling her at his side, before taking his first walking steps away from the open terrace.

"What did you just say, Duke…Mi … Mi … Mi ….." The Countess started to sank atrociously in his ears, drunk as much as a human being can be, before continuing. "Fa – Fa – Fa - La – Sol – La - Ti …."

"Do!" Klaus finished the last note, firmly, to reduce the time of his suffering, while wincing at her horrible voice, before leading her to a narrow corridor. "Now, your husband is calling dear, you should find him."

"You think?" The countess asked, with wide opened eyes, while gulping her empty glass. "There's no more champagne in my glass, I think I will cry and scream!"

"NO!" Klaus exclaimed, while taking the empty glasses from her hand, placing it in top of a silver tray from one of a passing waiter, before grabbing a full one. "Here my dear, you're all set. Now, run along my child, your husband is calling."

"Ok, then …" She responded, while pouting and taking unsteady steps toward the corridor that lead her to the ballroom. "Will I see you later to welcome the New Year, Duke Mikaelson? Maybe we could kiss under the stars?" She asked Klaus, while tilting her head.

"Now, that wouldn't be nice for your husband, would it, sweetheart?" Klaus smirked, while pointing a finger in direction of the corridor, toward the loud noise and music.

"Since when do you care about my husband's feelings? He's old and impotent in bed! You're hot and a stallion!" The countess asked and informed, while giggling.

"Am I?" He asked, without being able to avoid a smirk of satisfaction on his lips, before adding. "Well, I care since I've decided to take new resolutions in my life, with this upcoming New Year upon us, my dear." Klaus smirked along this sentence, while putting a hand in her back, before pushing her toward the corridor. "Now, move, move, toward your husband you go!"

"Tata mon chéri, ce n'est qu'un orevoir ..." She shouted to Klaus, in French, while waving her right gloved hand to him.

"Tata … "Adieu" … "Adios"…. and farewell!" Klaus exclaimed, while lowering his forehead on the wall, appreciating the cold effect of the tiles on his skin. She had finally left him! His other choice would have been to compel her to leave, or literally draining every drop of blood from her veins.

He was getting too old for this "Casanova" seduction routine, he thought to himself, while sighing loudly, his eyes closed, before hearing the exclamations that were coming to him from the ballroom:

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 ….. HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!

Chorus.-For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne.
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

Klaus turned his body around, while wincing and frowning in disgust, leaning his back and head on the wall, before closing his eyes again. He hated that New Year song, and those humans and their weird ways of never understanding that each New Year would bring a perfect replicate of the previous one, with in addition, its own mistakes, pains and sorrows. We were meant to be inevitably alone, and suffer every single second of our life, and being a vampire only made him remember the one thousand years of sufferance behind him, and the eternity of torture ahead.

"Would you care for a glass of champagne, Sir? I believe the New Years just rang its bells." A waiter asked him, with a big spotless smile, while showing his silver tray.

Klaus glanced at the young man, before grabbing the entire bottle of champagne from the tray. He needed to kill someone before completely loosing it, and this braggart would be perfect.

"Sir, I need this bottle!" The server objected.

"Sir, what? Do you even know to whom you're talking to?" Klaus asked him, while pointing a finger at the young man.

"Duke Mikaelson, I was not meaning any disrespect by this … but …" The young man replied, while blushing and stumbling on his two feet.

Klaus narrowed his sight maliciously at the young man, while smirking, before approaching his standing position.

"Tell me, young man, what are your wishes for the New Year? You should think long and hard about your answers, because, to this point and time, it is a life and death situation." He asked, before turning on himself, and slowly changing into his vampire morphology.

"Oh Sir, I don't know, I mean, whatever life will bring my way, I guess. I don't have any wishes, I'm a lost soul, an empty shell, and just surviving the year would be enough for me. Each year bring its load of sadness I guess." The young man responded in a trembling voice.

Klaus shook his head, wincing, and growling loudly, before returning to his human appearance, and turning on himself to face the waiter.

"Do you realize that you just saved your own pathetic human life by answering this way; I was actually going to drink every ounce of blood out of you!" Klaus said, sadistically.

The young waiter startled at his remark, before taking a few walking steps backward, and thinking that this rich man surely had too much too drink.

"My apologies, Duke Mikaelson, I need to go serve the other guests, now, if you would be kind enough to excuse me." He mumbled nervously to Klaus.

"Then go! Leave, before I change my mind!" Klaus snapped at him, with anger, while seeing the young man running toward the ballroom.

Klaus opened the bottle of champagne, before taking large gulps of the bubbly alcohol, while pulling on his bow tie and throwing the piece of fabric on the marble floor, directing his walking steps toward the opened terrace. Oddly enough no one was present to watch the midnight firework in front of the Big Ben clock of London, the aristocrats of this party were too blasé to even take the time to enjoy this luminous fire effects in the sky. Klaus raised his head to look at the bright lights in the skin, before howling in anger from the top of his lungs, and crashing the bottle of champagne on the pavement.

Moscow – Slum quarters – 6:00 a.m. – New Year's day

Katerina Petrova climbed the stairs to reach the ninth floor of her chambers. She and her sister, Carolina, were leaving in this small one room apartment until finally obtaining the opportunity to leave this dumb and Russia all together.

"Happy New Year, Katerina." The gorgeous Russian brunette heard her old neighbour, Ingrid, say to her, while passing her head, carefully, under her own arch door. "You worked late, again, and on a New Year's eve, nonetheless."

"Is it New Year?" Katerina shrugged her shoulders, while dragging one's feet toward her own door and turning her head to glance at Ingrid, before entering the key in the lock. "Another shitty year that is starting, aren't we lucky!" She added, slyly, to the neighbour, before smiling timidly and adding. "Yes, there was more work at the manufactory. Happy New Year, Ingrid, may God be with you, may God be with all of us."

"Thank you, my child." The old lady responded, before adding. "You look tired, both you and your sister are working too hard."

"If we want to keep this palace over our heads, we have no other choice. " Katerina responded, while turning the key, before showing with a hand gesture the flaking of the paint and mildew on the corridor walls, of the old building.

"We had another cut of electricity during the night." Ingrid added, with despair.

"That is nothing new, is it?" Katerina shrugged more, while bundling up in her winter coat. "I guess I'll sleep with my coat on, once more, for a couple of hours. And we'll need to open the stove to reheat the apartment."

"Did you receive any news from the marital agency?" Ingrid added, in a low whisper.

Katerina sighed loudly, while shaking her head.

"No, not yet, if I could at least place Carolina with a good man somewhere in the world, my job would be done as her guardian." She explained to her neighbour, before closing her eyes.

"And you, Katerina? What will happen to you?" Ingrid asked, while tilting her head in sadness.

"I'm getting too old; no man would want or need a thirty years old woman as a wife, and in his bed." Katerina murmured, while sighing, and rolling her eyes.

"But you're sending your little one toward that faith?" Ingrid mumbled, while shaking her head in disbelief.

"I'll send my sister toward a chance of getting out of this country, fight poverty and find freedom." Katherine replied, angrily, while closing her fists. "She'll learn how to satisfy this man in more ways than one, to have money in return."

"Poverty is everywhere in the world my child, it doesn't mean that you need to loose your respect, and send your own sister to prostitution. Katerina, listen to me, you'll send Carolina toward a life filled with sadness and obligation toward a man that she won't love." Ingrid replied, before adding with a sadder tone of voice. "Don't think that I don't know how you manage with the supplement of income, I saw the men that are bringing you back to the apartment, sometimes, late in the nights."

"It's not of your damn business old woman." Katerina replied, while raising her chin, with tears filling her eyes.

"My child, you're worth more than being an escort!" Ingrid added. "You're a beautiful and intelligent woman, Katerina."

"I'm a poor Russian woman that needs to do what is necessary to put bread on our table." Katerina replied, while crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"But those men are taking advantage of your poor situation, they are pigs!" Ingrid exclaimed.

"Aren't they all?" They heard a feminine Russian voice replied, before turning their heads toward Carolina.

"What are you doing up in this late hour, sister?" Katerina exclaimed, in surprise.

"I went out." Carolina replied, enthusiastically, while showing several Russian ruble in front of her older sister, Katerina. "Look I made quite a lot of money and I also bought a bottle of champagne for us to celebrate the New Year." She added, with a big smile on her face.

Katerina approached her sister's standing position, before grabbing her left forearm forcefully and bringing her toward their apartment.

"What did you do?" She exclaimed, in anger. "What did you do, Carolina?"

"I did nothing, let go of me! I only had a good time with foreign tourists, and they paid me for it." She responded, to her sister, proud of her achievement.

"Enter inside the apartment!" Katerina ordered her younger sister, while pushing Carolina inside, before lowering her forehead on the arch.

"I've warned you, Katerina, that She'd follow your foot steps soon enough." Ingrid said, while shaking her head in disbelief, before closing the door of her apartment on a speechless Katerina.

London – Mikaelson's Manor – 1:00 a.m., New Year's Day

The shrill noise of the entrance door hitting its arch loudly, startled Elijah, who was sipping a late glass of Brandy, his nose buried into a poetry book in the master study room, while comfortably sitting in a leather arm chair placed in front of the burning woods in the fire mantle.

Klaus stumbled into several furniture placed in his drunken walking path, into the corridor, while swearing to all the devils, before pushing, open, the door of the study.

"Brother, I'm home!" He exclaimed, sarcastically, while rising in the air, a bottle of Bourdon that he was holding in his right hand, before gulping some more. "Happy, fucking, New Year, Mate!"

Elijah glanced rapidly at Klaus, before getting back to his book.

"You're back so soon in the night, Niklaus?" He replied politely. "And drunk in addition to be your annoying self as always."

Klaus stumbled on the desk, before finally finding his way toward an arm chair placed in front of Elijah's sitting position, while finally taking his own.

"I'm bored, Elijah, I need to change my life. I'm not even a decent vampire anymore." Klaus mumbled, angrily between his teeth.

Elijah raised his sight, before closing his book on his legs, and joining his hands together to glance at his brother.

"Ok, Niklaus, I'll bite for this time, to this amazing performance of yours. What happened in your frivolous life that is making you reconsider your entire eternal existence?" Elijah asked him, while smirking.

"There's nothing more to see or to learn." Klaus mumbled, while staring at the amber liquid in the bottle.

"So, what was the name of your latest conquest this time?" Eljah asked, sarcastically.

"She had no name and that is the point, no woman in the world is even able to capture my attention." Klaus responded, while shrugging his shoulders. "We are left with our pathetic life, eternally alone, while watching the years, decades and centuries passing in front of our eyes, and while being the most feared creatures, how pathetic is that, Elijah?"

Elijah shrugged his shoulders, while sighing, and crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Humanity is always expanding in its culture, Klaus. It's you who is too close minded to even see it." He replied.

"Tell me something, Elijah." Klaus asked, while pointing a finger below Elijah's pants invisible belt line. "Does your little friend have the urge to discover the world sometimes? Aren't you bored with your books and games of poker?"

"Did you just call me out on my sex life, Klaus?" Elijah asked, while tilting his head, in astonishment.

"Yes, I believe, I've just called you out on your sex life, mate." Klaus reaffirmed. "…Which, at this present moment, lets be frank, is none existent!"

"I beg your pardon!" Elijah replied, while gesturing with his hands. "We can't all be known as the next Casanova of London, Niklaus, I have a certain class attached to my name."

"Yap, a certain class named: BORING!" Klaus replied, while rolling his eyes.

"I have enough of your pity party, for this New Year's night, Klaus." Elijah replied, with anger, to his brother, while grabbing the book on his knees, and getting back to his reading.

Klaus stared at his brother for a few seconds, before smirking and counting the seconds before Elijah's burst of rage: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 …

"And so you will know..." Elijah got back into the conversation, while throwing the book on a near side table, before rising on his two legs. "I have a perfect, healthy, normal sex life. The Countess Gilbert and I, we were in a good relationship for more than a year."

"Oh for Good sake, Elijah, the Countess Elena Gilbert was a marble statue on two legs!" Klaus exclaimed, while rising in a standing position as well. "She had one facial expression coming out of her. I'm not even sure that she was able to scream her pleasure in the actual sexual act.

"Now, you're crossing a line, Niklaus." Elijah warned, angrily. "I demand an apology from your part."

"Well, maybe you should cross one line for once in your life, brother." Klaus replied, with his hands place on each side of his waist. "And screw the apology, this was the truth. We're literally old and alone, placed in the middle of humanity that is falling to his hell. Grant me a free pass, Elijah, for wanting more than this shit of a life that I've been living since centuries."

Elijah lowered his head, while sliding his hands in his pants pockets, and approaching the fire mantle, his sight lost in the flames.

"You're maturing, Niklaus. Life can't stay as linear as you want it to be. Being eternal or not, it doesn't change a thing." Elijah mumbled, between his teeth.

"Then, God as my witness, our loneliness should end as well as our eternal life." Klaus responded, angrily, before storming out of the study room.

"What did you do?" Katerina asked his sister, while closing the door of their apartment behind her.

"Don't be mad, but, I've joined the escort agency. They had foreign customers for me tonight and I was able to make a good amount of money, and bring a bottle of champagne for us to celebrate the New Year." Carolina responded proud of herself, while smiling and showing the bottle to her sister.

"Are you crazy, Carolina?" Katerina exploded, while grabbing the bottle from her sister's hands. "What were you thinking for God sake? I am working my ass off to find a way to get you out of this miserable life, and yet you want it more?"

"Don't be mad, Katerina. I only did what I thought was best. I wanted to do something for you for a change." Carolina replied, while rubbing her hands nervously.

"Look at you!" Katerina exclaimed, while pointing the short skirt that her young sister was wearing. "You're dressed like a whore! It's freezing outside. Did one of those men touch you?"

"No, nobody touched me, I swear." Carolina replied, while shaking her head.

"And it has to stay that way, you were lucky enough that none of them wanted to sleep with you." Katerina replied, while removing her coat, and turning on the burners of the stove.

"I'm still a virgin!" Caroline replied, while lowering her head, in shame.

"Good! And it has to stay that way." Katerina replied, while approaching her sister, and holding Carolina's face in her hands. "You need to stay pure and perfect for your future husband. We'll find you a good man that will take care of you for a long time, ok?"

Carolina frowned, but finally agreed to her sister's saying by nodding her head.

"Ok, Katerina…" She replied, while promising herself in silence, to never being stuck in a loveless marriage.

"Good." Katerina replied, while smiling timidly to her sister, and grabbing the bottle in her hands. "Now, what would you say if we open this bottle of champagne for breakfast?"

"Happy New Year, Katerina, I love you so much." Carolina murmured, while taking her older sister in her arms.

"Happy New Year, Carolina, my baby." Katerina whispered, while caressing her sister's hair, and feeling tears rolling on her cheeks.

Klaus entered his master suite bedroom, before closing the door behind him, with a firm kick of his right feet on its wood, while directing his walking steps toward his desk. He sat on his desk chair, while elevating his feet on its desktop, before slowly scrolling the New Year's wishes received in his mailbox.

"Happy New Year old Klausy, Signed: Kol." Klaus said out loud, while smirking. "Well, here's one who's faithful to his jerkiness." Klaus continued scrolling. "Now, I will only wish you a Happy New Year if you promise to stay out of my love life, signed: Rebekah." Klaus read some more, before smirking and adding. "That will be over my dead ashes, little sister!"

He closed his eyes for a short moment, while passing a hand over his face, and sighing loudly, turning his attention back to his laptop screen, while frowning.

"Russian Marital agency: Find the most beautiful Russian women to please all your desire." Klaus read, before lowering his feet on the carpet floor of his bedroom. "What do we have here?" He smirked, while clicking on the link.

"Elijah!" Klaus called, from the top of his lungs, before pushing the door, and entering the study room, while holding his laptop in his hands.

"Should I even ask?" Elijah replied, while keeping his eyes in his book.

"Look?" Klaus said, while pulling the book away from his hands, and placing the laptop on his brother lap instead.

"What now, Niklaus?" Elijah asked, while taking a quick glance at the screen.

"See, this is the answer to all of our problems!" Klaus said proudly, while smirking.

Elijah raised his eyes to quickly take a look at his brother, before sighing loudly, and returning his attention to the screen.

"Russian Marital Agency: Find the most beautiful Russian women to please all your desire." Elijah read, while shrugging his shoulders. "…And?"

Klaus smirked some more, while nodding his head.

"Did you lose your mind, Niklaus!" Elijah exclaimed, in shock, while handing the laptop back to his brother, and rising, once again, on his feet. "The answer is: No!"

"Why?" Klaus asked, dumfounded. "We're rich, we can buy for ourselves two wives … No, pardon this misspell, Elijah, I meant two sexy, as hell, Russian wives that will obey us."

"No, let me rephrase: You have lost your mind." Elijah replied, while shaking his head, both of his hands placed on each side of his waist. "This is nothing more than camouflage prostitution."

"See, and in top of everything, they will be experimented in bed! It's a win-win!" Klaus exclaimed more, shameless.

"It's still no!" Elijah mumbled angrily between his teeth, while directing his furious walking steps toward the exit of the study room.

"Oh come on, Elijah!" Klaus shouted, behind his back, while trying to retain him.

"No!" Elijah screamed one last time, before slamming the door behind him.

"Ok, fair enough, brother. Go sleep on it." Klaus murmured, with a devious smile. "I'm sure you'll get around the idea sooner than later."

Yes, I know I am a stupid fool to have started this fiction when I specifically said to myself that I would not be stuck with three fictions at the same time, EVER AGAIN…. But, fool I am, fool I will stay for life, apparently.

Love you all so much, and thank you for following me and my fictions.

Important writer's note: Hey guys, I wanted to say after receiving a review and exchanging with a member, that this story is, first and most, A FICTION. This said, that means that it is coming from my imagination - And there is no need to take it so literally. DO NOT MIX the two as my fiction being a real portray of the country of Russia, that is absolutely not the case, I only wanted to be clear on that subject. Thank you!

Lovely Vero