if what they say is true, you are a shadow in fourth dimension.
It wasn't something that Caroline wanted. It wasn't something that she has control of either. And it frustrated her. Greatly.
Caroline was used to being in control. Sure, there was that time when she was stupid enough to fall for freaking Damon Salvatore and was used and controlled by the maniac. But to her defense, he compelled her. She was human, fragile and weak. Had compulsion not exist, she would have kicked the bastard right where it hurts the second he started being an asshole. She was the cheer captain, the head of almost every event committee in Mystic Falls, and she was practically the lady of the Forbes household—since she was the one who did almost all of the chores and basically ran the house. It was public knowledge that Caroline Forbes was a neurotic control freak. She loved to be the one that gives out orders and have things done the way she wants them to be. And that was why she was huffing and puffing all the way through her ride home that afternoon.
"Caroline," she heard him singing her name, breaking it down per syllable. She could swear to God that she just wanted to drive a stake through her heart every time the corner of her eyes caught sight of him, or every time her ears picked up his oh-so-annoying voice.
She didn't turn to face him, and instead focused her attention even more to the road in front of her. Her jaw was clenched tight. She really was not in the mood for this−for dealing with him. But he, apparently, had a different idea. Caroline could feel cold breeze blowing on the back of her neck, then it crept to her earlobe, and she tightened her grip on the steering wheel when he started to whisper in her ear.
"I know you can hear me, Caroline," he said, and from her peripheral vision she could see the smile tugging on his lips. "You're the only one who can," he continued.
"Go. Away."
She still insisted on not laying her eyes on him. Because seriously? She had had enough with this. It might have only been two days, but this was him she was talking about. He was the better looking version of Damon Salvatore, only with a sexy accent. But still an ass, nonetheless.
Caroline loved control and she wanted that right this second. She felt like she was ripped off of it ever since that dreadful morning in the Gilbert's house; the morning she first saw him.
It wasn't like she ever intended on being able to see things no one was supposed to see. It wasn't like she was fond of the idea of being the only one who could see Kol Mikaelson—the dead dead Original—the super old, super powerful vampire Elena and Jeremy just killed. She couldn't make herself stop seeing and he just kept popping up out of nowhere and it was just killing her.
She had fallen asleep after Klaus had fed her his blood the night before, healing her and yet again saving her from her ultimate death (though, he was the one who sent her to her deathbed). The next morning she found herself waking up on the couch. Klaus was sitting across the room; he had his back to her and his posture was rigid. She didn't even see him taking breaths (well, it was unnecessary for vampires but she and her friends still did it out of habit). Caroline knew that he was aware she was awake, but he didn't make any move to turn to her and he didn't even say anything to acknowledge her presence either. It seemed like he was in his own personal bubble, and Caroline was outside of it. She decided to just leave, because really, she didn't know what to say. Thank you for saving my life after you tried to kill me yourself? And what if he brings up the topic of what she had said the night before? You know, about him being in love with her. She just wasn't ready to face it yet.
She was on her way to the front door when suddenly something appeared right in front of her. Or more like...someone.
Her eyes had bugged out for a moment, and she quickly shook her head as she repeatedly told herself that it was all in her mind. But he was still there—standing just as confident and graceful as he ever did, with a cocky smile painted across his face.
"Hello, Caroline," he had said.
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She hit the brake violently, stopping the car abruptly.
"Why are you still here? What do you want from me?" She screeched. "We didn't even know each other that well when you were still alive...ish. Go bother your brother or something. I think he's crushed that you're dead dead now."
He chuckled at her outburst. She's cute when she's frustrated and angry, he concluded. Her hands made these wild gestures and her face was scrunched up in this adorable way. He kind of saw what Nik must have seen in her now. She truly had this fire in her, and Kol himself could see it very clearly now he'd had quite a few conversations with her (well, it was mostly him talking and her telling him off, but he still thought it counted for something).
"Caroline, darling," he replied calmly. "Believe me, I've tried. I've tried reaching out to my brother, and then my sister. I even went to Elijah! He's in Italy now," he mused. "I was surprised when I found out you could see me, though. I was as taken aback as you were when you saw me in the Gilberts' house."
"But that doesn't mean you can follow me around all the time!" She snapped
"Err...you might want to keep it down, Caroline. You are drawing attention," Kol gestured to the elderly couple that had came out from their house to see all the fuss outside. Caroline hadn't paid any attention to her surroundings when she stopped her car, and only now did she realize that she was parking in front of someone's driveway. Sending the couple an apologetic smile, she tried her best not to grimace when she saw the skeptical look they were sending her. She quickly restarted her car and took off.
"Why me?" She wept after stealing a glance to the passenger seat, where he still sat nicely. Why did she have to be the one that was able to see him? What had she done to be condemned like this?
"Maybe it's because we were actually made for each other," Kol smirked. "And it's just God's way to keep us together, because fate had so cruelly torn us apart before we even had the chance to become one."
Dear God. Where's that stake again?
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