Chapter 1
[Flashback]
"Mum, why can't I go out?" Caroline stropped as she sat abruptly on a little wooden stool, with her arms firmly crossed over her chest. Her eyes searched the perfectly bright skies, it was a beautiful day, she could hear the birds chirping and her face started to lighten before she realised she was supposed to be angry
"Darling, you know why"
"No mother, I don't" when she was in that place, she could be as stubborn as a mule, not to mention that in her tiny twelve year old state, everyone seemed like they were against her. Deep down she knew why she couldn't go out like the rest of the girls, she knew why she had to stay inside but she didn't want to know. She wanted to pretend that she was normal, that she could play with her friends and she could do anything she wanted.
Sadly reality never played it her way. Her mother stood behind her, stroking her long blonde hair. She shivered at her touch, she wanted so much to brush her off coldly but she couldn't, she loved her mum and she loved having her hair touched
"Sweetheart, I know how hard it is for you to stay at home all the time but it's only in the daytime. When you're older you can go out at night as much as you want dear but right now you're too young, I can't risk losing you. You need to learn to control, until then you're a danger to yourself and everyone else, love. I'm sorry but that's the way things are"
Caroline gave a sigh as she looked at herself in the mirror, watching the veins under her eyes as she cringed with the pain as her teeth started emerging. She could cry at what was happening to her; that unwanted repetitive process. All the curtains were closed but there was a faint dash of sunshine shining through she flinched at the thought of light and what it did to her. She remembered the first time, she tried it; how it burned. She made a note to herself to never touch it again, unless she had a death wish
"Here, love. Drink up" She looked down at a cup full of the thick red liquid she spent most of her childhood drinking. It was that horrible fluid that she hated to love; Blood.
Caroline awoke to darkness as she did every other day, she had learnt over the years to sleep in the light. It made sense, considering she was a vampire and all. The word used to make her shiver but now she was over it, eight years later and she's learnt to stop pitying herself and carry on living. After all, she'll be living for another thousand years or more, unless she found true love's first kiss.
She laughed; it was all a load of old wives tales. She'd had boyfriends, in all honesty she had a lot of boyfriends in the hope that one day, and they would break the spell. She's been through love she didn't think possible and here she sits still very much a vampire.
If anyone even mentioned true loves first bloody kiss, she would rip their heads off, literally. It was a lonely life as a monster, spending all those days prowling around at night when no one's up. She could swear she was the only living vampire, unless all those drunken fools at the night clubs were too.
Her dad was a vampire, hence where the genes came from but he fell in love with Caroline's mum and abracadabra the spell was broken. But Caroline's still remains unbelieving, he dad was just lucky that was all. He was able to be normal, he could go out in the daytime, and he could eat normal food. It was all peachy.
Sometimes Caroline wished she stayed a child, never growing up but the truth was she did have to grow up, well until she reached the age of twenty then she stopped. It was a bizarre way that curse almost had feelings, allowing them to have a childhood but then time almost stops as though it is waiting for it to start again; waiting for that right moment.
They had been weary to have a child but the doctor told them it was unlikely the 'condition' - he's exact word - would spread and that it was 1 in 10 that their first born child would be a vampire. Turns out, Caroline was that lucky 1.
She could feel that familiar pain strike her as she began getting out of bed. "Urgh" she moaned, she wondered whether a vampire made up 'hunger pains' as it was definitely a very good description of how she was feeling right now.
The curtains were never open in her small flat, on the odd occasion she may peak outside to stare out the night sky but when she was at home, she liked to pretend it was daytime and she was normal. When she was little, she transformed her whole room into daytime; she had blue skies, white clouds and a bright yellow sunshine. Nothing much had changed over the years. She was still living in faith that she would be normal.
She was at the fridge now, sucking on a blood bag that the doctor prescribed to her, she had a weekly supply. It made her weak at the knees thinking that it was human blood but the truth of the matter is, without it, she would die. She had thought about dying, was life worth living? Then she thought about her family, they would be distraught if anything happened to her, so she just continued doing the same routine day in day out.
She convinced herself that today would be a different day. She would keep her chin up and make the most of the darkness.
Caroline walked through the silent city streets, there were a few people around but she knew they wouldn't be there for long. It was nearer winter and she was thankful as it meant the nights grew darker sooner. She let her hand follow the texture of the bricks as she ran her hand along it. It was night like these that she took her time and slowed down, if she wanted to she could scan the whole city in a blink of an eye but today she didn't want to. It was something about tonight that made her feel at ease.
She smiled at passing people as they nodded at her. Not many people knew she was a vampire, hell not many even knew what a vampire was. The only people who know were aware were either fortunate enough to get the condition or be lucky enough to know someone who does. She smiled as she referred to it a 'condition' now, even she'd been brainwashed by the doctors.
There had been movies where vampires existed and how what they said in those stories was completely false. Not all vampires were blood sucking killers, although it had occurred to her that for fun, she wanted to scare someone. Anyone, just to give her that predator satisfaction that she so desired. Maybe tonight was the night.
Her eyes scanned the streets searching for that one victim she would pounce on. She saw him, leaning against a lamp post, minding his own business. His back was towards her and it looked like he was smoking an old fashioned cigarette. She frowned at how he seemed so out of place, like he was from the wrong era. But regardless, he was perfect. She crept up behind him, she learnt how to keep her footsteps silent; she used to trick her parents when she was a kid, it came in handy now.
She thought of hunger, thirst, as the pain came again. Caroline was getting better at switching it on and off, and for the first time, she felt liberated, like she would enjoy scaring him. So close to his neck now, she made a hissing sound; she'd got him where she wanted him. Her fangs so closed to the smalls of his neck, she wouldn't bite him but she wanted him to think she would
"Don't bother, love" his voice struck her, she frowned hissing again maybe he didn't hear her. She was front of him now, her fangs ajar and her eyes bloodshot. She watched as he continued smoking his pipe and smiled
"You're not scaring anyone, sweetheart. Give up" she retracted her teeth and brought herself back to herself as she looked at this man. Who did he think he was? This arrogant attitude he had, made her feel almost hatred for a man she barely known five minutes
"Are you seriously not afraid of me? I'm a vampire" she waited for him to jump, maybe even shiver at the word but he stood emotionless, nothing. He blew the smoke in her face like she wasn't there, she could taste that rustic scent mixed with the sweetness of his cologne. She coughed slightly before speaking again
"Did you not hear me? A VAMPIRE" she was practically shouting at this stranger, as infuriating as he was, she wasn't backing down. She had it in her head to scare someone and that was what she intended to do, whether he liked it or not
"Yes I heard you, loud and clear. You're a vampire, big woop"
"Who do you think you are!?" the crease was growing deeper in her brow with each word, as he blew out his pipe and put it back in his pocket. His hazel eyes now looking down at her with disinterest
"The name's Klaus, and you are?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"Suit yourself, love" he began walking away, He seemed oblivious to her and what she was, as though she was just a regular girl on the street. She couldn't understand it, anyone else would run for the hills and tell the world that Caroline's a vampire, of course if that did happen she would deny it at all costs.
"It's Caroline" she shouted after him, it was something about him not being interested in her, that made that annoying little girl inside of her become curious of him. He stopped, his face turned slightly over his shoulder
"See you around, Caroline" and with that he walked off, away from her. She had to fight the urge to run after him, demanding to know what his problem was. But then she might be accused of chasing him and that was something Caroline did not do, she didn't chase.
She ended back at her flat as the sun began to appear again but this Klaus had made her ever more intrigued with him. She was unsure if this was his intention or he was just this pleasant every day. She wished she asked him more.
Wishing that she should have interrogated him until he cried for mercy but she knew she wasn't capable of violence. Yes, she could be violent if she wanted to but in truth she never wanted to, it wasn't who she was. Klaus, if she knew where he was, she would find him like the tracker she was born to be.
Then it hit her, of course she knew where he was, she was a vampire with killer senses. She could smell him a mile off. She smiled to herself as she could feel the sun rising, she yawned as she snuggled under her blankets and thought to herself,
Tomorrow I'll find you, you mark my words
As a MASSIVE thank you for all the support from "What Happen in London" I thought I'd get this new Klaroline Fic out ASAP. College is starting tomorrow, so I won't be able to spoil you lovely people with updates everyday. SO as a rule of thumb, I shall update every Mondays. Of course, if I have time I will update before but just so you don't all bite my head of not knowing when I'm going to update, I thought I'd tell you. Have a lovely day and please review, favourite and follow, like I know you are SO good at. (: Oh and follow me on twitter mszolafanfic
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