Hey guys, so this is my first story I've written for fanfiction. I've been reading them for a long time and really love a lot of the stories I've read and I wanted to write my own because we all know that we have our own little fantasies about how you wish it could have happened. So, here is my first Klaroline story, I hope you like it, and PLEASE review!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries

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Not Your Average Prince Charming

Chapter 1

Caroline had heard about the dinner arranged between Stefan, Damon, Elijah, and Klaus. The fact that they were going to discuss Elena's fate without her even there or knowing simply infuriated her! She huffed as she got into her car and headed towards the Mikaelson mansion. Who were they to decide how Elena was going to live, the nerve of them! She understood that the Salvatores just wanted to protect Elena, in their own controlling and twisted way. Even with Stefan off the rails and set in Ripper Mode she could still see the part of him that had always cared for Elena, struggling beneath the surface. Elijah was another thing. She had sensed the connection between the two of them ever since she removed the dagger from him. They had a sort of understanding, an unspoken agreement that no matter what family always came first, and they didn't hold it against one another when they had to hurt each other out of love for their families and to protect them. But Klaus . . . she has no clue as to what he could possibly gain out of this. He will never give up Elena for anything so that he can keep making his hybrids. They have nothing to offer him and he will take nothing else, so what's his angle?

Caroline stewed this over in her mind as she neared the mansion but came up with nothing. Who knows what Klaus is thinking anyway. Her thoughts drifted to other . . . related topics. She stared into the distance as her mind lingered on his face; his dark blonde hair, the light stubble grazing his jaw, his lips that looked so soft and pink, and those eyes. Those deep blue eyes, so mysterious at times, but then whimsical, and murderous the next second, but when they looked at her they softened and brightened with admiration . . .

BEEEEEEEP! Caroline's eyes flew wide as a truck was on a collision course with her car. She jerked the wheel to the right bringing her Honda back to the right side of the road as the truck hurtled past. Caroline gripped the wheel and breathed deeply, trying to recover from her mini heart attack moments before. What was wrong with her!? Daydreaming about Klaus, and nearly killing herself, she really needs to get a grip. She chastised herself the rest of the way, and braced herself as she pulled into the driveway of the Mikaelson mansion.

Caroline breathed in, then out. She managed to force a smile onto her face as she knocked on the front door and waited politely for someone to answer the door, but two minutes passed and no one came. Hesitantly she reached for the door handle and twisted it to find it to be unlocked. She took a step inside and glanced around, "Klaus? Elijah? Is anyone here?" With no response she let the door shut quietly behind her and slowly ventured further in search of the Original brothers and the Salvatores.

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(Minutes earlier...)

Klaus smirked as he watched Elijah follow the eldest Salvatore away from the room, only to further provoke the younger one sitting across from him. He was simply enjoying himself too much. Of course he wasn't going to give them what they wanted, he needed the doppelganger, she was far too important to his cause. He just took the opportunity to have a little fun and watch the two brothers squirm under his thumb. He wondered vaguely why Elijah even arranged the meeting in the first place. He knew he had a thing for the girl but thought it didn't go as far as to interfere with his agenda. Perhaps he will have to be more vigilant when it comes to Elijah. He focused his attention back to the youngest Salvatore when he cleared his throat loudly.

"Yes?" He inquired with an amused grin on his face. Stefan stood up and stared down Klaus, trying to be intimidating, but only succeeding in making Klaus' smile widen.

"Why can't you just leave Elena with us? We would protect her, and you can leave town and never come back. We would send you blood periodically, it's a win-win." Stefan insisted.

"Well, your past record in the Elena protection department is a little spotty, so I feel that she would be in better hands with me, and I can take her anywhere with me, so yes, it IS a win-win . . . for ME." Klaus responded smugly.

A growl rumbled deep in Stefan's chest just before he charged Klaus. He was easily sidestepped, and after a gust of wind he was crushed against the fireplace with the side of his face digging into the brick and his hand forcefully held just above the flames.

Klaus leaned down next to Stefan's ear and spoke lowly in a falsely cheerful tone, "You see Stefan, I never had any intention of letting you keep Elena; I just want the last coffin. So let's have it, where is it, hmm?"

Stefan grunted, "Go to hell."

Klaus shrugged, "As you wish", and plunged Stefan's hand into the flames and watched indifferently as the skin blistered and burned an angry red as Stefan screamed in agony and struggled to escape his grip.

"Now brother, is that any way to treat a guest?"

Elijah strolled into the room lazily with a composed Damon at his side. Klaus smirked and released the youngest brother who staggered away and slid down the opposite wall clutching his hand as it slowly healed.

"My apologies brother, but you do know how I get when I am bored," Klaus said smirking.

"Then it is my fault, I shouldn't have left you alone with him, in fact, we will never have to be alone again," Elijah went on nonchalantly as he took a few steps aimlessly forward and lazily dragged his fingertips across the glossy surface of the dining table.

Klaus immediately lost his smirk and frowned at Elijah, "What do you mean, Elijah . . . ?" Elijah just smiled lightly and the next second Damon had flashed out of the room with Stefan in tow and as Klaus watched them go something blurred towards him and he felt a stabbing pain in his chest and fell to his knees. He looked up and into the eyes of his sister, who had thrust a dagger into his chest.

"Rebekah . . . !" he gasped and then his eyes focused past her homecoming-dress clad form towards another figure striding around the corner towards him, his little brother.

"Kol!?" He exclaimed as his baby brother grabbed a dagger from a tray a servant girl was holding. "Hello Nik," he uttered sarcastically with a sly grin and rushed at him with it. Klaus raised his hand to defend himself but Kol just drove it right through his palm instead. He screamed in pain and pulled it from his hand desperately. He knew they couldn't kill him, but he didn't want his own siblings to torture him.

He dropped the dagger as his hand was twisted grotesquely until the bones in his wrist and arm snapped multiple times. He looked fearfully into the eyes of Fin.

"Nine hundred years Niklaus, you are getting what you deserve . . ." Fin whispered darkly as he continued to twist his arm further, as Rebekah and Kol yanked the daggers from their first positions and plunged them into his thighs, with Elijah watching intently as his family finally got their revenge.

Then the door creaked open making the smallest of noises but no one noticed, too fixated on torturing Niklaus.

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