Complications
Caroline hesitated at the door. Unsure of how to proceed she waited. She understood what she was asking; she understood the choice she was making but under the circumstance, she was left with no other choice. She waited; the old clock from the living room of the Miklaelson mansion chimed, the sound resonated within her chest reminding her of her surroundings and who waited in the room next door. Thinking back, she attempted to piece together the events that led her to this place, the choices that were made that at the time seemed so simplistic in their nature but resulted in earth shattering consequences.
Things were so easy when you were a young 17 year old girl in high school. It was so easy being a young girl in high school, the hardest decision of the day meant choosing which table to sit at in the cafeteria, which boy to take to the dance and which dress to wear. This is what she missed most about being human. The simplicity. Gone were the days where decisions were black and white, where the right decision was transparent and easy for all to see. The end of her human life came with a heavy price, not only did it mean giving up the simplicity of her old life, but it also meant confronting decisions that were no longer easy to make. Decisions that lead her to his place, to his door.
She pushed the door open slowly making her way over to the fire place where he stood. She hesitated again giving him time to make himself aware of her presence in the room. Admiring him from the back she allowed her mind to ponder the man in front of her. Complicated she decided. That's who he was. He was complicated. He oozed complications as well as something else many would never realize, vulnerability. Vulnerability, something he would scorn and see as a weakness, something he would never admit to being but she knew better. She had seen it. In his darkest moments, it was in those moments when he committed his most hateful acts of violence and bloodshed that she saw it, a small glimpse that disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, a man who had the world at his feet, yet no one to share it with. Vulnerability.
He was a monster. She knew this. Her friends knew this. This town knew this. Yet, there was something about this monster that kept her awake at night, that glimpse of vulnerability that she had seen on his face replaying itself in her mind continuously, torturing her with questions she had no right to ask, questions she knew that she would never have the courage to ask. He was a monster, yes. But he was a beautiful monster and as nature demands- beautiful things are so easily broken.
She continued to stare at his back watching him drink from his glass, his shoulders remained rigid in place giving her the indication that he was indeed aware of her presence in the room. The golden nature of the man in front of her glistened by the light provided by the fire, he turned slightly acknowledging her with a sideways glance. Caroline knew this was her chance to speak, he had made the first move by acknowledging her presence, and the ball was now in her court.
"I need your help" she whispered. The words seemed to bounce off the walls in the room, mocking her with the weak nature of what she requested. Klaus turned to her, taking in her presence, she was beautiful he concluded. A breath of fresh air, a blinding ray of sunlight that lit up your world seeking out all pockets of darkness smothering it with beauty and light until there was nothing left to do but to surrender to its golden nature, to fall to your knees and succumb. He had seen beauty before, in all shapes and forms. He had traveled the world; he had seen many women, faceless women who never left an impression, never were more than a passing fancy. But not her. Not Caroline. She had burst into his life with such vibrant color that left him staggering.
He smiled slightly, raising his glass to his lips he stared at her over the rim taking in her beauty. "What can I do for you?" Caroline internally cringed. She hated being here; she hated to ask him for anything. She thought back to the millions of other places she would love to be if only it meant she didn't have to be here, asking him, asking him for something so precious, something that meant so much.
"I can't let her die" she responded quietly. Klaus lowered his glass considering the severity of her words; he knew who she was talking about yet found himself asking anyway "You can't let who die?" Caroline glowered at him, yet responded calmly "You know who I'm talking about". Klaus let out a boyish laugh, his laughter filing up the room, contributing to the mounting tension that seemed to suffocate all who were within range. He placed his glass on the mantel regarding Caroline with a leer "I know who you are referring to love, but I'm curious as to why you think I can help you, and even if I can, why I would want to?" he asked with interest. Caroline took a deep breath staring Klaus down "I can't let her do this, I can't let her die. She doesn't have to do this. She can't keep doing this, time and time again, giving up everything so others can live" she replied helplessly. Klaus turned his head slightly studying the blond goddess in front of him as if she was one of his paintings that required a few finishing touches "She's the only one that can do it. She's the only one that can perform the spell. It has to be a Bennett witch and she's the last of her line" He responded. Caroline grimaced, her face contorting in pain as she considered his words. Bonnie was indeed the last of the Bennett line and if she continued with this path she would be the end of the Bennett blood line as well. Holding her breath to calm her nerves Caroline swallowed her mounting panic. She couldn't let her do this. Living in a world without her was unacceptable. Turning her eyes on Klaus she opened her mouth to respond when he began to walk away, suddenly finding it difficult to be in the same room as her and denying her the one thing he knew she desperately wanted. Salvation for someone she loved. With his hand on the door knob he turned it slightly but stopped as her voice rang out, stopping him in his tracks. "I know there's someone else, someone that could perform the spell and you know where to find her" Klaus turned to stare at her, Caroline with her all her beauty, Caroline for whom he would have sworn could rival Helen of troy in beauty, Caroline for whom he himself would have set sail a thousand ships to win over, Caroline who now stared at him, eyes so wide, eyes pleading with him. He knew how this was going to end, a Greek tragedy. Only he remained unsure of who would meet their tragic end.
