Here's my very first Klaus/Caroline Drabble.
A very public and heated confutation between Caroline and Tyler about her feelings for Klaus. Yes, you guessed it, I'm not a big fan of Tyler, and I'm promising less of him in my future stories. But I just thought this would be a cool way to kinda strip the situation bare, and get Caroline's feelings for Klaus out in the open fro everyone (really everyone) to see.
I DO want to write full chapters and a full story in the future, but I thought I'd start slow :) I don't own these characters this is just mere fun :) I hope you all love these guys as much as I do, and please leave constructive comments for me to read, and improve my writing and my stories. Also! If you have any idea's for something you'd like to see me write, I am so up for hearing whatever you guys have for me!
I'll shut up now and let you read :) Please enjoy -Cheers
The plan is set.
Elena and Damon will go to Bonnie's house, hopefully in time to catch her before she runs to tell Professor Shane the deal, and he disappears with the head stone, out on his search for Silus. Rebekah and Matt and Kathrine are staying here at the grill to wait for Elijah to show his face, and I will go with Klaus and Stephen to find the old witch who can hopefully break the spell Bonnie's under. She's the only one who can help Silus complete the ritual. And with the influence she's under right now, she would do it without thinking. We need an original witch to break the spell, and Klaus offered straight away to assist. Not sure how much that has to do with the fact I'm going as well, but I refuse to let his feeling get in the way of me helping.
I glance up from nervously examining my fingernails to meet the gaze I can feel piercing into me even from across the room. Klaus tilts his head to the side when our eyes meet. This used to intimidate me, as I'm sure it does to many people who dare to look upon the Great Lord Niklaus, but I've somewhat grown accustom to his eerie looks. Maybe because when he looks at me, it's not in hate or vengeance at all...
Tyler's name itches in the back of my mind for the millionth time today. Going behind his back, changing the plan without him knowing is risky. I don't like it at all, but something has gotten into him. He's changed. His mind is on a one track road to nowhere. His thoughts are of Hailey, the cure, and keeping me safe, no matter who else dies in the process. I hate it. I hate him right now.
And then, as if my thoughts had summoned him, the front doors to the grill burst open, despite both the deadbolt and the cheap padlock. Tyler comes sauntering in, his eyes flashing yellow; steam practically rising from his shoulders as he plants his glare on every one of us, until finally landing on me.
"What. the Hell. is going on here?" He says every word slowly and deliberately.
"Tyler—" I begin, but he doesn't let me finish.
"You're leaving?" His voice so loud it hurts my ears.
"Just give me a second to explain—"
Suddenly he's right in from of me; his eyes glowering down at me, hurt and anger fester there on the surface.
"Why can't you all get it through your heads? You're wasting your time, we don't need the cure! Forget about Silus! You're going on suicide mission!" His face is close to mine, I can feel his hot breath on me- I can hardly recognize who this person is...
"Easy mate," I hear Klaus take a step towards us; his warning is heavy in those two words.
Tyler's eyes flash from mine to Klaus's so fast I don't catch the action.
"Don't." He's practically shaking with furry. "Don't act like I'm a danger to her. You are more of a danger to her than I will ever be." He now takes a deliberate step towards the calm looking original, while Tyler's own emotions are painted all over his flushed face.
"Him!" He snaps his head back to meet my eyes again, and a small frown pulls at my brows. I can't tell if his tone implies a question or merely an accusation. Both scare me to death. "The man who's responsible for killing so many people we know. The man who killed Jenna, Alaric... My mom." The hurt in his voice is plain.
I can feel every pair of eyes in the room glommed onto us, my face is cold, my hands are sweaty, and I'm not at all prepared for what's about to go down. I need more time to sort things out, my feelings and emotions are all a mess, a pile of things I haven't dared try to sort through. But he's in no way going to postpone this wild confrontation.
"You're choosing him..." Tyler's words are practically a whisper now, but they're heavy, weighing so much in truth that it seems to kill us both in a small way...
I take two steps forward, looking him right in the eye.
"This was never a choice between you and him Tyler!" The words hiss through my lips like they taste sour, I tell myself these words again and again in my mind, willing them to be true. "This was a choice between right and wrong. And right now, you are letting your jealously or him," I jab a finger in Klaus's direction without looking away from Tyler's glare. "Cloud your judgement."
Before I understand what's happening, Tyler comes at me. I feel my fangs tear through my gums, and the blood pump viciously through the veins around my eyes, my protective instincts kicking in- and then Damon has him pinned, Tyler's arms behind his back, squirming, trying to get free. Klaus is now right by my side; although by the look on his face, he doesn't seem to know how he got there.
Instinct.
Tyler and I stare at each other for a few seconds, as my eyes begin to adjust back into human eyes, and my fangs retract. And I stare at this complete stranger in front of me, a stranger I used to know.
"Who are you?" My voice is barely audible, but I know all the sharp vampire ears in the room can hear it.
Tyler gives Damon a hard shake, and his hands fall off of him. The silence in the room is deafening.
"You'd choose him over me?" Disbelief coats his every word.
I look at him. His muscles rippling under his shirt, ready to attack again, his eyes blinking yellow to black to yellow again. Completely out of control, completely wrong about everything he's working towards, totally lost in his own power, he's forgotten who his allies are, and befriended the enemy, befriended the girl who would lead all the hybrids into a death trap. This is not the Tyler I knew. This is not the Tyler I loved.
"You're so willing to put everyone in this room at risk—" I begin to take careful steps forward, letting my anger build with each word, "just so me and you can ride off into the sunset, and pretend like none of this even happened?" I'm right in front of him now, and Damon steps away completely, the tension in the room becoming uncomfortably thick. "Well guess what Tyler! It did happen! And I am not just going to run away when all my friends are here fighting!"
"Is that what he is to you?" He says it so fast I can hardly comprehend what he said.
"What?" my anger bubbling into confusion, I feel like I've got a severe case of emotional whiplash as I blink at him.
"Oh come'n Caroline—I think we'd all like to hear the answer to that question."
I just stare at him in disbelief.
"Come on say it! You trust him! You're choosing to stay here with him, instead of leaving with me, that's it! Him over me."
I wait a few seconds, the silence like a taut rope about to snap if I wait any longer to break it.
"Right now. Like this." I cross my arms carefully and take a deep breath. "Yeah. I am."
The hurt and disbelief in his eyes washes over me like a flood.
Tears cloud my eyes as he straightens up throwing Damon a glare when he comes back to hold him.
"Do you love him?" The words are out of his mouth, and he can't take them back. Though I wish he could. I wish the air would pull them back into his mouth, never let them see the dim lights of the grills dining room, or meet the ears of everyone in this room again. But they're there, and I can't breathe.
I do not have an answer, so I don't give one. His shake of the head leads me to believe he takes my silence as a reluctant yes. Is it?
"You think he won't hurt you. But he will. That's what he does."
I blink hard at the tears that fight to the surface and drop down my cheeks.
"No one can hurt me as much as you have just done."
He looks at me for just one my second before pushing past me, and banging through the already open doors.
Silence falls so thick I can physically feel it weighing on my mind—my hands shake and I feel totally and completely drained.
I reach up and swipe the few tears from my hot cheeks, and try hard not to let any more take their place. And I try my hardest to ignore Klaus's presence not three feet away.
"We should go." I reach around a grab my jacket and bag from the nearest booth, shoving my arms through the sleeves.
I can feel all eyes on me, especially the ones that look right through me, inside me, and consume me. I don't dare meet them, because if I do I know I'll crumble, right here in from of everyone, into million little pieces.
I turn and struggle not to meet Klaus's eyes as I reach for the car keys in his hand, taking them from him as I pass by, making my way to the exit, my lungs and mind begging for fresh air and possibly a stiff drink.
"I'll drive."
