Disclaimer: Unfortunately, my few valuable possessions are completely lacking in the rights for "Vampire Diaries" department.
Author's note: So, this is my first fanfic, and btw I'm a HUGE klaroline shipper (I really just love Caroline in general). So constructive criticism and reviews are really welcome. This is going to be AU, because I don't really like chasing after the show's storyline.
Summary: Everything in her world was now pre-klaus and post-klaus. In which caroline struggles to find a balance between the monster trying to claw it's way out, and the carefree human she still clings to.
Chapter 1
He expected her to scream. Wanted her to scream. Wanted to hear the sound of desperation and pain. Wanted to revel in it, just as he reveled in the taste of her blood. But she didn't scream. Her blonde hair pressed against the brick wall of the dark ally, the empty ally, the forsaken ally. She did not give him the satisfaction of screaming, and it irritated him. It pricked his side as he tried to lose himself in the taste of her; the essence of her.
He wanted her to scream.
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She felt fire course through her veins, felt her life- which had seemed so constant and unending just an hour before (an eternity before), ebb and flow like the tide of a sea she hadn't glimpsed since she was seven. But there was no flow, really; just a retreating shoreline of life, sucked dry by this demon. Draining her. Devouring her. Destroying her.
She managed to speak; to whisper, really. "I know what you are." And she did. Know what he was; not who he was, or what he had done, or who he had killed. But she could imagine. And hope, of course. Hope that her words might surprise him into delaying her slaughter. A slight hope, but what could she say? She was human.
Her slight hope grew credible when he pulled his blood red lips from her ruined neck. "Oh?" he smirked. "And what are you going to do about it?"
"Nothing- if you let me go." she gasped out. It was already too late; she could feel her body weakening, knew she was not long for this world. But his smirk grew wider, bolder.
"You're feisty." he said.
"I could use someone like you." he said. He lifted his lips to his wrist- stained red, the color of the dead and dying, the color of violence and depravity, the color of her own blood, dripping down his chin and drying on her dress- oh she had loved this dress...
He lifted his lips to his wrist and bit down hard. He opened he mouth- forcefully, with none of that pretend gentleness- and poured his thick blood down her throat. She gagged and swallowed.
"Well darling, let's have some fun together." he said. He grabs her neck with his unmovable iron hands (now stained her own personal shade of red) and she feels a sharp twist. And then she feels nothing.
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The silken sheets are a sharp contrast to the rough cement walls of the night before. Her sleep filled eyes flutter open, and she takes her sweet time adjusting to this new environment, yawning and stretching like a blue eyed, blonde furred cat. And, for a few precious seconds, she forgets the night before- files it away in a folder labeled "look at later", and focuses on waking up properly.
His chuckle brings her back to the now, and she springs up from her slumbering position, looking wildly around for it's source.
"Rise and shine sweetheart." he says, perched on the edge of her bed. His closeness unnerves her, and she shifts away in response. He smirks- and right away she can tell this is his trademark expression; something about his ease at slipping on the arrogant mask he is displaying, as if it is always in the wings of whatever sick show he is playing, waiting for the cue to appear. It irritates her. "now, what do they call you, darling?"
"You first." she retorts, quick as a breath.
It is just as quickly that she finds herself pinned to the bedpost, one of those iron strong hands wrapped around her neck. His voice stays light and even, his eyes dancing as he replies smoothly, confidently. "My game, my rules."
She tries to hold out on him (she's always been the stubborn type), but she's beginning to see stars (something she had always believed an expression up until they started dancing across her field of vision). She manages to choke out, "Caroline."
Just as quickly as he pinned her (as quickly as he killed her), he relinquishes his grasp on her delicate little neck. "my name is Klaus, and you, my dear, have just joined the winning side of my little war." his moss green eyes twinkle; like he's letting he in on the best of secrets when he adds, "are you hungry yet?" Before Caroline can voice the confusion that traipses freely across her face, the door opens and 3 new faces join her bizarre nightmare of a reality.
The first is a blonde haired girl, with bright blue eyes, and Caroline shudders at the resemblance. The second has darker hair, olive skin, and chocolate eyes. Both look as if they too have woken up to a strange dream; and Caroline begins to identify with them. Then she realizes, with an all too horrible moment of realization, what they are here for.
"No." she manages to say. "No no no NO."
Klaus turns to her and smirks (thereby proving Caroline's earlier hypothesis concerning his facial preferences). "Now's not the time to play the innocent card, sweet Caroline. Drink up."
"NO." Caroline protests once again. "There is no way I'm killing either of them."
The third person who had entered speaks up, his voice deep and sure of itself. Past that observation, Caroline could not focus enough to actually notice any particular characteristics. "perhaps she could complete the transition with a blood bag." he suggests, and Caroline perks up slightly. She knows what she is; instead of killing her, Klaus had turned her for his own amusement. She had really died last night. she feels tears well up in the corners of her eyes at the thought, but wipes them away quickly before Klaus can see them fall. She refuses to give him the satisfaction.
Klaus frowns at the man who had brought the two girls. "If our newest recruit wants to remain undead, she'll have to do as I say. And right now, I'm saying she needs to feed and complete her transition."
Caroline shakes her head vehemently, utterly repulsed by Klaus's words. Or at least, the majority of her mind retreats from his order- but another instinct (a new birthed one? A suppressed one?) wants to do just as he says and sink her sharp teeth Into the jugular of the nearest human. Wants to drown in the sensation of hot thick blood running down her throat. Wants to lick up every last drop of the precious drug. "no..." she repeats, but her voice has lost it's cement stubbornness. And Klaus notices.
"Come on love, it feels divine. Trust me." he says, and beckons to the blonde girl. Like a mute bird, the girl steps forward and perches in his lap. Klaus smirks his sly smile, his grin that says, "I always win", and brushes away the girl's platinum locks from her skin. He traces the girl's jugular and Caroline swallows, trying not to edge closer with every best of the girl's heart she can hear with her vamped up ears.
The blonde girl must be drugged or something, because she has no idea what's going on. Instead of being terrified, she giggles at Klaus's touch and turns to press her lips to his. Klaus laughs but doesn't pull away, instead choosing to return the gesture. He kisses his way down her jaw, down her neck.
She's still moaning when Klaus sinks his fangs into her vein.
Caroline feels a pang of something in her chest; probably because she realizes this must be how it had started for her (try as she might, she still can't recall how she arrived in that alleyway with her new vampire parent). But then Klaus pulls away, his lips shiny with blood, and all Caroline can focus on is not latching on to the girl's other jugular and drinking her dry.
The blood is all she can see. All she can smell. Her heartbeat is so loud Caroline is sure her eardrums will burst soon. She feels herself, as if in a trance, inching towards the girl. "just one taste..." she murmurs. Before she can stop herself, she is picking up where Klaus left off- biting and sucking and draining. And feeding and feeding and feeding away. Something shifts, and she turns to see Klaus has bitten the girl's neck on the side opposite Caroline, and is doing his best to suck her skin like a straw.
The girl's pale body drops to the floor, and Klaus turns towards the brunette, still standing next to the deep voiced man. "Now for that second course."
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Author's note: So whaddya think? Now, some of you might have noticed that I totally switched tenses at the beginning. THERE IS A METHOD TO MY MADNESS: if you read closely, you'll notice that up until Klaus kills her, it's in past tense, but then the rest of the story is in present. I actually did that by mistake, because try as I might, I always flip tenses around. But then I decided to keep it that way because Caroline's human life is the past for her, and since she's a vampire, time has lost a lot of it's meaning, so it makes sense for her perspective to always be present, even if she's looking back at stuff. If that makes any sense at all. HOWEVER, that is the only verb tense switch there should be, so if you see anymore lemme know and I'll fix them (same with any grammar mistakes).
Please review cuz if I feel like no one's really reading this, I'll probably end up bored and stop. FAIR WARNING.