A/N: First multi chapter fiction for me... "and me" adds my sister aka my partner in crime. Story is set twenty years after prom. It will be written from multiple points of view. I'll write Elena's, Caroline's and Rebekah's and my partner will write Klaus', Kol's, Damon's and Stefan's. Maybe we'll add some more. Every POV has song and quote describing it. Read, listen and enjoy. For any questions, just ask on my tumblr ( itwasallforyoucaroline ) or my partner's ( isthatsohardtobelieve ).
July 1, 2033 7:10 PM, Mystic Falls
CAROLINE'S POINT OF VIEW:
Avril Lavinge - Remember When
"Perhaps one day, maybe in a year or even in a century, you'll turn up at my door and allow me to show you what the world has to offer."
I'm preparing myself for all that yet has to come as I drive towards Mystic Falls, the town of my childhood. That's the place where I grew up, fell in love for the first time, met my best friends, and suffered. That's the town where I felt what world is on my own skin. It hasn't changed at all. Same old houses, estates, people, even Mystic Grill is there. I haven't been here for the last twenty years, none of us had. We left it after prom night, not because we wanted, but because we had to. All monsters were set free, and most of us had a great reason to run, but that's not why I did. What Tyler did was my reason. These twenty years were not best years of my life, but they haven't been worst either. I have traveled around the world on my own. No one had to show me what it has to offer, I discovered it by myself. All the beautiful cities, castles of France, Venice and it's canals, Paris and it's lights, Rome's history, cold and rainy London, none of it was great enough to keep my attention for a long time. I wanted to find peace, and more than ever I wanted to live a normal life. At beginning I was really mad, and thought that I don't want to see this town ever again. Later my anger faded. I have thought about coming back here before, but it didn't seem right. I knew none of people I care about will be here. Even Liz moved away, she went to live with my aunt. So I continued to wander around the world, building new life and then running when I want to. Mystic Falls was not on my mind anymore. But during last year, everything changed. Superstitious people would say that the ghosts of past haunted me. My mother, Liz, would come to my dreams. We'd talk and have fun, like we did when I was a child. Deep inside, I knew I was saying goodbye, I knew death came to her. But now, when I'm coming back, I don't want to believe it. What happened to all of them, I don't know. And I have yet to find out. Feelings are awaking, I know tears will come out soon. After all these years, some wounds don't seem to heal. These feelings I can't shake no more, these feelings are running out the door. The day when it all ended comes back to my mind. It was supposed to be until we find a way, but there was no way for us, and it was not even Klaus' fault. All of the sudden, I know where to go. I turn my car to the side street, and soon a big, antique house shows up. I turn off the car and walk out, hoping that someone will be there. That he'll be there.
July, 2 2033, 10:20 AM Sydney (July, 1 2033, 7:20 PM Mystic Falls time)
KOL'S POINT OF VIEW
Metallica - Die, die my darling
"Well, if it isn't the happy homicidal maniac."
I wake up as rays of sunlight come through the window and attack my eyes, almost making me wonder if the ring has stopped working. I squint my eyes, my head pounding. It's a nasty thing, sun. I would shut the window lids, if I could bother to get up. I should have known this would happen from all the drinks I had. Actually, I did know. Only that I didn't care last night as much as I do now. I can't even remember everything that happened. I look around, becoming even more puzzled. This is definitely not my room. Blood bags, make up and clothes are scattered all over the place. Female clothes. A lot of nice underwear. Only then I notice the weight on my shoulder. There is a girl next to me, her face pressed into my arm and hazel hair falling on the pillow. That certainly brings back some vivid memories. I just wonder what her name is. Did I forget, or did she not tell me? I don't remember a single letter of it. I am still thinking about that when she begins to stir. Apparently she's having the same problems with light as I did. She shuts her eyes tightly, rolling over to her back and pressing fingers to her forehead. It takes her some time to pull herself together - I can see she's trying to bring back memories too.
"Good morning." - She says finally, looking at me. She's pretty. It's all it takes me to decide. I pull her closer to me, kissing her. She's surprised at first, but soon she slides underneath me. I kiss down her neck, grazing my teeth over the skin. Her legs are around my waist, her mouth slightly open. Slowly I sink my fangs into her shoulder. She doesn't mind - she's certainly done that to people many times. I hear her moan softly as I run my hands over her body. I feel her ribs under my hand - I'm tired of playing. It doesn't take me much effort to rip her heart out. For a moment she realizes what is happening, and she looks into my eyes in shock. I know what she sees on my face - it's the smile and the look of pure joy in my eyes that scares her. For a split second she's frightened. And then... Then she's dead. I look at her naked, lifeless body with silent satisfaction as I dress up. Her eyes are still wide open, and her hair still looks beautiful as it spills over the sheets. A wide smile lights up on my face suddenly. I remember. Vicki - her name was Vicki.
July, 1 2033 7:30 PM, Mystic Falls
KLAUS' POINT OF VIEW
Celtic Woman - The Voice
"Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!" - Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
I sit in front of the fireplace, staring at the drawing of a too familiar face. This time she's laughing - the never told joke caused tears of joy to run down her face. Beautiful, like always. I know I will burn it later. I can't stand keeping the proofs of my weakness. I don't do this often - sometimes I mange to keep her out of my mind for weeks. But somehow, she always creeps back in. 'I know you're in love with me.' I hear her voice in my head at the strangest times, when I least expect it. And then, my thoughts race unstoppably down the endless spiral. I hear her laughter, I see her smile, her tears. I hear her whispering it again and again. 'I know you're in love with me...' At those times I turn to paper. I can't even tell how many portraits of her I've drawn in the twenty years. I've drawn her crying. I've drawn her smiling, a loving look in her eyes. Playing in the autumn leaves like a child. Reading, talking, sleeping. Only then I confess it's true. Only then I let myself feel, and embrace the sweet torture. And then I burn it. I watch as the flame devours the paper, and I lie again. I make myself believe that there is no Caroline Forbes in my mind, or my heart. But as the flames slowly die out, I know the voice will be back, and I will do it all over again. Because I do love her, and I hate myself for it.
Maybe that is why I came back to Mystic Falls. Some tiny part of me hoped she would be there - probably the same part that sometimes imagines she thinks of me too. The rational part knew she was far away, enjoying the world - and it was right. It wasn't in vain tho - I'm probably safer here then anywhere else. Esther and Mikael don't expect me to come near Mystic Falls in at least a few centuries. Finn was here, probably just in case some of us appeared. Daggering him was beyond easy.
I glance at the drawing in my hand once again. I won't burn it yet - for a few more hours I will stare at it and think of her. I put it down on my lap, taking a glass of wine mixed with blood. Maybe she's in Rome now, staring at magnificent buildings with wide eyes. Probably not. She's surely been there many times through the years. Hawaii - having a night swim. I don't know how long I sit there imagining - minutes, hours? It seems like I hear a faint noise in the background at first - then the unmistakable sound of the door opening breaks my thoughts.
CAROLINE'S POINT OF VIEW
July, 1 2033, 7:40
Jason Walker - What if I told you?
If I cannot understand my friend's silence, I will never get to understand his words. - John Enoch Powell
Even from a distance, you can notice that house is abandoned for a long time. I have almost lost all my hopes, when I notice a weak, trembling light through the window. My body shivers as I'm getting closer to the door. It is unlocked. It lets out squeaking sound as I open it. If someone is here, they've heard me. There is no point of turning back and running now. I enter the house and go down the hallway towards the lighted room. A feeling that I can not explain consumes my whole body. It leads me forward. I stop in front of the saloon. Doors are opened. Soft flames are raising from the fireplace, giving the feeling of home to the saloon. Klaus is sitting in front of it, his back is turned to me. His head is bent, and he is holding something. Somehow he looks like he's in pain, like he's vulnerable, like emotions flooded him. I stand there for quite long, unable to move. My view is attached to him. It seems like he did not even notice me. "Caroline"- he calls my name. I come closer to him. His eyes meet mine for the first time after so long. Wall that held me from falling down is crushing. "You should have killed him. That way I'd never know the truth. I'd still love him and blame you and"- I can hear myself saying, while I fight tears- "I'd hate you." He does not say anything. For a moment he looks down, and in a second I feel his hand brushing strands of hair from my face. He smiles at me with friendly smile, like he understands. That was something unexpected from him. My eyes follow him as he gets up from the chair. He walks to the old radio, and soon a song is playing. "What if I told you who I really was? What if I let you in on my charade?"- I can hear words coming out of speakers. Klaus walks back to me. He smiles and offers me his hand. "Dance, maybe? I don't bite."- he says, still smiling. I let him lead me, and I feel safe in his embrace. "There's so much I want to say, but I'm so scared to give away every little secret that I hide behind"- song speaks for us. We're moving slowly in rhythm of melody, as stars show up on the sky. They're shining bright.