A/N: Hello there, wonderful readers! I have fallen in love with the couple of Klaroline. Yes, Klaus and Caroline. They just have such chemistry on screen and I LOOOVE me some Joseph Morgan. And I also just love Caroline with almost any characters, but Klaus is the best.
This will (hopefully) be a place of my random thoughts about the couple which I then transformed into a little story. Most will be one-shots, but like the one below, some will consists of parts. This one was meant to be a one shot, but it was pretty lengthy (about 16 pages!) and I didn't want to start this off with one suuuuper long story. I have already finished the second part and if I receive enough reviews, then I just might upload it sooner. So in that case:
Review, review, review!
p.s. I listened to the song, Hearts a Mess by Gotye on constant repeat while writing this. He's wonderful.
Happy readings, and enjoy!
Your heart's a mess
You won't admit to it
It makes no sense
But I'm desperate to connect
And you, you can't live like this
Hearts a Mess- Gotye
Caroline blinked to the sound of her phone playing some catchy pop-song.
7:45 AM
The numbers glared back at her wide eyes. There was no need for the alarm. For the past few weeks she hadn't been able to catch a wink for more than four hours. The longest she had gone without sleep was a little more then seventy-two hours. And she was dead tired- pun intended.
She pushed herself out of bed as she raked her chipped bubble-gum pink polished nails through her blonde threads. There was a nest of tangles sitting on the crown of her head, but she didn't care.
She didn't care for much nowadays.
Ever since their furious spat, of course including the exchanging of insults, shoving, screaming, and heartstring-pulling words, her days have past in a blur. She couldn't remember what she had for dinner last night, or if she even had dinner. Her mom has obviously been fussing over her weird, isolated attitude and tried to take her out on her day off as sheriff. They had gone to the Grill, with Matt as their waiter, and her mother bought her one of everything on the dessert menu.
And boy did Caroline love desserts.
Or.. Well, she did.
The young Forbes didn't love much since-
Shut up!
Okay. So yeah, her mother took her out for dessert and all she could muster was a small smile and an awkward hug as a token of appreciation. The worst part? She only had a fraction of a bite of each delectable dish. Her old spunky self would have been very, very disappointed in her. Caroline loved her mother of course, dearly so. The older Forbes woman is honestly the most important person in her life.
That is until he became her entire world.
-Alright. It's time for that much needed run now. Caroline blinked away her thoughts as she mutely began to pull active clothing articles from her closet: Sports bra, jacket (there was no need for a shirt if she was just going to zip up her jacket half way. Call her a whore, she didn't give a flying duck's ass.), black booty-shorts, pink socks, and her running sneakers. Caroline was putting her hair into a ponytail when she heard her mother close and lock the front door as she left for work, protecting the people of Mystic Falls.
Pfft, yeah the city filled with vampires, werewolves, witches, and hybrids. Well the last one was a new addition all thanks to that asshole-
And she was heading down the stairs now. There was no way in hell she was going to let her mind wander off towards that topic again. Especially not this early in the morning. All that mind wandering and heart hurting could wait till it was dead in the night. No pun intended.
Caroline eyed the fridge and toaster as she made her way towards the front door. Was she going to make herself a nutritious breakfast of eggs and strawberry jam toast?
Nope.
Why ruin her recent breakfast ditching streak? There was no need for the extra boost of energy if she was just going to lie around her house for the rest of the day. Like every other day. If someone wanted to see her, they would have to make the effort to come to her house. Just like Bonnie had, and Elena, Matt, Damon, and even Stefan. Though he was still acting like a dick even after he was given back his humanity, he was still at one point her best friend and her his. It made her heart warm a little at the thought that he still held onto a string of their friendship. It made her feel significant. And she hadn't felt that way in a while.
Tyler visited her once.
Just once.
He came to check on her because he heard that she was acting 'freaky weird' lately (the words of Matt Donovan). They exchanged greetings before making small talk and a quick recap of what they've been up to lately. She of course left out some details that she was sure he didn't want to know. Tyler made it clear months ago that he didn't want to know the ins and outs of their relationship. Not hers and Tyler.
Her former relationship...
Why wasn't she on that jog yet?
Caroline locked the door before she strapped her Ipod onto her upper arm with that Ipod-holding-armstrap-thingie that her mother bought her off of the internet when she noticed her daughter had taken a liking to jogging in the wee hours of the morning. The blonde let out a heavy sigh as she placed her earbuds in to drown out the world.
Not like she needed it though. It was only like eight in the morning.
As she ran past houses and into the streets of the town she waved at the already woken towns folk. When she first began her jogs they all gave her weird looks. Looks that said, 'why was this blonde chick prancing around town half-naked when it's like forty degrees outside and the sun is barely up?' But now they were accustomed to seeing her everyday as they prepared their stores for its daily work. They waved and smiled. She nodded and waved.
Never smiled.
Sometimes she thought to herself about the exact reason as to why she always went running. Yeah, she liked being fit, but that wasn't the real reason. She thought she knew the answer, but she didn't want to think about the thought of her knowing the real reason why she went running.
It's all just a facade. Running is just to display to everyone that I'm apparently fine when in reality I'm being torn to pieces from the inside out, beginning with my heart...
Caroline yanked out her earbuds as she came to a halt in front of a pharmacy and watched as a few cars zoomed by on the nearly empty streets. She was busy glaring at the air when a rustle of feathers broke her out of her stupor. She turned towards the street and noticed that there was a pigeon standing in the middle of the road. It was innocently staring back at her with its beady eyes. It made a move to try to walk off the pavement and towards safety when she noticed it didn't move an inch other than from its flailing wings. Caroline looked closer to see that one of its pink feet was most likely ran over by a car and was smashed to the street.
Pretty gross.
But she had witnessed many far more worse cases.
A consequence of being a vampire.
She turned off her music as she made her way towards the bird. The careless girl didn't even look both ways before entering the street. It was too early anyway so she didn't have to worry about speeding cars. Plus, she was a vampire. Caroline crouched down to get a closer look at the bird and was about to reach for it when her hand paused. She suddenly felt cautious about touching the animal because she was always told that pigeons were dirty birds that carried diseases and were more like flying rodents.
Well, to hell with whoever told her that.
Okay. Not really. She loved her mother too much to be sentencing her to the underworld.
But she didn't like the idea of judging something without witnessing it herself first hand. Not all pigeons could be carrying diseases. And a pigeon was still a bird. Yeah, there were a lot more of them and they weren't really all that special or pretty to look at, but still. It was still a bird no matter what. Plus, she couldn't be one to judge. She did drink blood, after all. She survived off of it. Craved it.
Anyways, back to the poor bird stuck to the street.
The young Forbes placed both of her hands under the bird's belly as she gently lifted it off the road and began to walk it over to the side of the street. She placed it on the grass under a tree and then considered what to do next. She could consider calling the animal hospital, but would they really care about some pigeon? Caroline smiled softly at the creature while she continued to contemplate what to do. Placing her weight on one foot and crossing her arms, she racked through her brain for ideas when she noticed that her earbuds were no longer attached to her Ipod. She turned left and right looking for it when she saw that it was lying on the sidewalk in front of the pharmacy.
Letting her arms fall to her side with a sigh, she began her trek to the other side of the street.
She didn't look both ways.
Again.
Bad move, Caroline.
She was in the middle of the road when a loud horn blared in her ears. Out of the corner of her eye the female saw a massive blur coming her way in the resemblance of a truck, not quite a semi-truck, but it was still massive nonetheless.
Time seemed to slow.
Which was something she didn't really appreciate since she was a vampire now and had all the time in the world. She stared at the driver's face with a passive look of her own. His displayed utter fear and shock with his mouth open shouting something incoherent and eyes so wide and whatnot. Many said, or at least in the movies they did, that a person's life flashed before their eyes before they died.
But she saw no slideshow of her life.
There was only one thought replaying in her mind in that very second.
Could she die from this?
If the truck hit her head on- like it could right about now- and rammed her over, layers of skin scraping off against the pavement, hair and limbs getting tangled in the tires, clothes torn to shreds.
Could she die?
She thought she might.
If the hit was powerful enough, she just might.
And in that very moment, Caroline Forbes wanted to test that hypothesis out.
.
.
.
Is she suicidal?
.
.
.
That question was never answered because when she forced her body to relax instead of brace itself for the violent impact there was a rush of air, which she assumed was caused by the truck's speed, that surrounded her and whipped her hair. She felt something very strong wrap around her.
Death's grip?
There was no pain.
Why was there no pain? Maybe the force of the impact was so strong that it knocked her out, completely withdrawing any pain caused. Yes, that must be it. However, she sort of wanted the pain. A piece of her welcomed it...
Enough. Caroline Forbes was not some freaky masochist.
Caroline was in an abyss of complete darkness and silence. She smiled softly at it. Finally, peace. No more crazy world with its crazy people. No more worries, stress, and fights. No more hurting. But then that also meant no more seeing the people she loved. No more memories. No more laughter, or smiles, or her mother. Elena. Bonnie. Stefan. Him.
There was no more him in this world.
Because like herself, he was given the privilege to escape that fate and live for hundreds upon thousands of years.
Caroline became sad.
Maybe she made a mistake.
No. No. This world held no more hurt.
But still...
"Caroline."
Oh no. No, no, nonono, no! He was not supposed to be here. Not him. Not here. This was supposed to be the one place she could escape him. Escape him and the hurt he could so easily inflict upon her with just a few words. Just a look could shatter her heart to pieces.
He could not be here.
"Caroline, love. Open your eyes, please, open your eyes... Damnit Caroline, open your eyes! Look at me! ...I need you to look at me." The last sentence came out in a broken whisper. A whisper from that beautiful mouth with his beautiful lips and his beautiful accent.
But he wasn't allowed to be here.
Unless.
Her fears were confirmed when she felt a rough, yet gentle hand caress her cheek and she felt no stinging pain from where her skin should have been ripped away. Her eyes snapped open and her sight was filled with blue, so very blue. They were shiny, almost like glass, as they seemed to have stared into her very soul.
They were familiar. She knew those eyes. She had stared into them countless times while they made pure love, and those same eyes had watched when she would unravel in a raw moan and an arch of her bare back.
Always clinging to one another.
"Love."
Her face was fanned by the breath of relief he released. He blinked causing the glassy tears to trail down his cheeks, past his quivering smile, and threatened to drip off his chin. Her fingers twitched as instinct to want to brush those tears away. His mouth opened to say something once more when the sudden slam of a car door broke their gaze. Both watched as the driver of the truck stumbled to make his way towards them with the fearful look of shock still plastered on his face. If it was even possible, the man's eyes widened even more and he stopped in his tracks at the same moment Klaus felt a movement of air brush his face. He looked down to see that the female was gone.
Caroline was gone.
A/N: dun, dun, duuuunn. Alrighty, lovelies! Please leave reviews because we all know that they are what authors thrive on. It's very true. So, any thoughts are welcomed! Thank you for spending the time to read.
