Klaroline Episode 1 - The Reckoning (rewritten)
A/N Yes. I know. I have other fics I need to finish but I got a request in Tumblr that I couldn't ignore, asking if I would do some drabbles on Klaroline canon episodes from Klaus or Caroline's points of view. The thought of reliving those episodes and getting in my favorite characters heads during those canon scenes was just too appealing and thus, this new fic was born.
This is will be a collection of all Klaroline episodes that have aired. At least that is the plan :).
This chapter is short due to the minimal Klaroline interaction that happens in this episode. The chapters after this one should be longer.
This fic is dedicated to Klarobeauties who asked for this to happen. Cheers to you!
Plus, who can say no to watching hours of season 3 Klaus? Not me. *Smirks*
This version I'm much more happy with. Enjoy!
Synopsis - Klaus and Rebekah return to Mystic Falls from Chicago when Gloria the witch tells them the answer to Klaus' hybrid problem is there. Rebekah has told Klaus that she suspects Stefan is hiding something, to Klaus' displeasure. Looking into Rebekah's theory, Klaus goes to the high school for clues.
Klaus POV
I walk briskly into the high school, irritated I had to see it again so soon.
This is ridiculous. Rebekah was wrong about Stefan. Yes, he was more broody, less fun than his 20's self, but he did lose the love of his life in my hybrid sacrifice. Of course Bekah doesn't want to hear about the doppleganger that won her beau's heart while she laid daggered in a coffin for over seventy years, but did that mean Stefan was hiding something?
I doubt it. What can he possibly be hiding that could impact my creation of hybrids?
I stop midstride, locking on to voices coming from a nearby classroom.
"We're about to be seniors," says a beautiful, melodic voice making my undead heart stutter unnaturally in my chest. "These are the memories that stay with us forever, and if we..."
"Don't create these memories now, then what's the point of it all?"
My eyes narrow into slits, my hands clench, immediately knowing the owner of the voice who interjected at the end of that statement.
Bloody Stefan and his bloody betrayals and his stupid, idiotic love for that doppelganger!
I had hoped that dear Rebekah was wrong about Stefan hiding something in Mystic Falls, but to my dismay, she was right.
He was hiding something.
A living, breathing, Elena Gilbert! And hearing the rest of the conversation with her lot of friends, having the time of her life, senior pranking away in this one pony town and while I have been going mad for months trying to make my army of hybrids!
Well. So much for that. Time to make Stefan pay. Time to make them all pay.
With a dash of fun and murder of course.
In moments, I've cornered the doppelganger, watching in delight as the fear settles on her features.
After a brief exchange, I burst into the school gym, pulling the doppelganger with me.
The gym is full of unsuspecting victims, those I can suck dry, break necks, etc., etc., but, I'm on mission tonight so...
"Attention seniors!" I announce with an impeccable American accent and charming smile, under the shadow of the doppelganger's glare of disdain. "You have officially been busted! Prank night is over! Head on home."
There are groans of disappointment as the room starts to clear before my eyes fall on two students I recognize back when I was in Alaric's body.
Time to have bit of fun.
"You two," I call out. "I remember you."
Chad and Dana both turn around, looking at me curiously.
"I'm sorry," says Dana. "Who are you?"
"Oh, don't worry. I wasn't in my right head last time we met (Literally). Lift your foot up please Dana," I respond in a rush, eager to cut to the chase.
Dana, like a good little puppy, does as she's told.
"If she drops her foot Chad," I tell him next casually, "I want you to beat her to death. Understood?"
As Chad shakes his head in agreement, predictably, the doppelganger speaks up.
"Don't Klaus. You don't have to hurt anybody," Elena says in annoying chastising tone.
Has she gone daft? What on earth did she think would happen if I ever found her alive? We would sit down at the Gilbert house and have proper cup of tea?
"Oh come on love. Of course I do," I say, looking down at her with a solemn face, as if stating the time, not the fact that I love hurting people.
Besides, I'm just getting started, I think with a smirk, turning my attention to my two victims.
Dana, crumbling under my insistent gaze, cries out, nearly dropping her foot to the ground.
"Keep it up," I encourage.
"Where's Stefan? What did you do to him?" asks Elena.
Stefan. I fold my arms, looking down briefly, remembering that I snapped his neck for the 10th time before I came into the school.
"Stefan's on a time out," I finally quip, just as the door opens revealing one of the two people I've been wanting to see.
The doppelganger immediately realizes it (guess she isn't a complete idiot), telling her witchy friend to leave.
Too late.
I'm instantly behind Bonnie, smiling.
"Ah, I was wondering when you'd show up. Now we can get started."
It isn't long until I find out the extent of things Stefan was hiding from me, disappointing me further.
I hate when Bekah is right.
Not only was Stefan hiding the fact Elena was alive, he hid the fact that he knew Elena had Rebekah, really the Original Witch's necklace.
Lies, Lies, Lies and more Lies!
I wanted it to be real. I truly did. I had thought that once I gave Stefan back his memories that we could go back to be being comrades...
Brothers.
Like we were back in the 20s.
It was genuine then. He wanted to be around I and Bekah.
He enjoyed it. As much as I.
I told myself Stefan just needed time.
I know now I was deluding myself, my vision clouded with weak, human sentimentality like friendship, happiness.
None of that matters now. He is my friend again, loyal, obedient.
I had fixed him. Now with his humanity off, he'd be much more fun.
I smirk.
But it isn't real, says an annoying little voice in the back of my mind. You are still alone. A freak of nature, no real friends...
An outcast.
No. Not for much longer.
If I'm right.
I have to be right. From what I know about the Original Witch, about Esther, about my mother, she was determined to make me a normal vampire, always desperate to hide her indiscretion with my real father that manifests itself in any form. If she says the doppelganger has to die in order for me to make hybrids, there is no way, suddenly, she would want multiple versions of proof that she slept with my father.
The key to making more beings like myself had to be to contrary to what Esther said,
I couldn't be doomed to be alone for all time.
I couldn't!
I burst into the science lab, ironically where my next test subject in my quest of making hybrids was.
Tyler the werewolf.
"Well the verdict's in," I say, strolling in, my eyes falling on the blond hovering over my soon to be hybrid.
At my voice, she lifts her head, a pair of blue green eyes locking on to mine, a mixture of curiosity and wariness.
Not fear.
Interesting. Had she not heard who I am? What I've done?
I faintly remember Tyler having a vampire girlfriend. One I had planned to use in my sacrifice that had escaped, thanks to Salvatore the Elder.
Caroline her name was.
She was the doppelganger and the witch's best friend. She could not be unaware of how dangerous I was.
Still, her eyes do not deviate from mine, unafraid. Her cascade of blond curls accentuating her soft, gentle features.
She looks practically angelic, full of light. A vision that is definitely gentle on the eyes.
A genuine beauty.
I push away my rising intrigue, continuing to update my sister about my new hybrid theory and eventually breaking eye contact with the pretty blond.
When Caroline hears it, I get the pleasure of hearing her voice for the first time and recognize it to be the soft, melodic one I heard earlier before Elena had interrupted.
"What?" she says, her concern for Tyler evident, genuine. How rare. For a vampire to care for a werewolf. The two are naturally antagonistic to each other, yet Caroline is romantically involved with him, despite what he is.
What an admirable attribute, to overlook what others would shy away from.
Rebekah quickly grabs her before she can do something foolish while to I raise a vial of Elena's blood and offer it to the momentarily distracted Tyler, looking on in concern at his girlfriend.
He eventually turns back, looking at the vial in my hand.
"Elena's blood," I explain, noting his disheveled appearance and sweat coming off his body. He won't have much longer. "Drink it."
"No! No, no, no, Tyler. Don't," warns Caroline, wrestling under Bekah's grasp.
I find myself instantly responding her distress, not really knowing why I bother.
"If he doesn't feed, he'll die anyway love," I say gently. "Consider this an experiment," I add, my eyes reading Tyler carefully, hoping I don't have to resort to shoving the blood down his throat.
"It's okay," I tell him reassuringly.
When he grabs it, I couldn't be more pleased.
"There you go," I say, watching in anticipation as he drinks the blood from the vial. Not long after that, his body reacts, causing him to fall on the ground, doubling over in pain as I look on, cautiously, telling myself not to get too hopeful.
I get closer, seeing him begin to stabilize and I wonder:
Did it work?
On cue, he looks up at me, crying out and I smile in satisfaction at the hybrid eyes and fangs he bears at me.
"Well, that's a good sign," I say approvingly.
As I wait outside the hospital my doppelganger is getting her blood taken for my hybrid army with Rebekah, I soak up the success of creating a hybrid.
Finally, I'd have my own race, my own group of beings like myself under my charge. Even if my siblings leave me for whatever reason, I'd never be alone. I'd have my hybrids. If any of them were to die, thanks to Elena, I can make more.
I was set. Unstoppable.
"So the doppelganger isn't the problem," says Rebekah sitting atop a car, breaking the silence between us. "Her blood is the solution."
"Seems so," I reply, walking up to her.
"How did you know?"
I look down briefly, summoning the strength to be neutral in talking about the mother who cared nothing for me. "Well, you know how much the Original Witch hated me. Do you honestly think I would do anything other than the opposite of what she says?" I say, turning away from her.
"A thousand years in the grave, and she's still screwing with you," says Rebekah in amusement.
"Well, it makes sense if you think about it from her perspective," I say, facing her again. "It was her fail safe in case I ever broke the hybrid curse. The doppleganger had to die in order for me to become a hybrid, but if she was dead..."
"...Then you couldn't use her blood to sire yourself a new species..." Rebekah says, catching on.
"...Leaving me alone for all time," I inadvertently add grimly, with a flourish of my hand.
I realize my mistake when she responds.
"Is that what this is about?"
I break eye contact with her, shifting uncomfortably.
"Your obsession with hybrids. You just don't want to be alone?" she questions me further, her voice full of pity.
I give her a look, swallowing down my vulnerability and deflect.
"What I want, is to take my girl, take my hybrid, and get the hell out of this one pony town," I say coldly.
And away from intriguing, fearless, blue eyed, blonde baby vampires that I have no business thinking about when there is a hybrid family to be made.
With me at the head.
A/N Please review! Let me know your thoughts on the first klaroline episode! Next up, Klaroline Episode 2 - Our Town, the official KC meeting!
