A/N: Here's a Klaroline fic for you guys, because they are end game.

Btw guys, I obviously don't live in the middle ages, therefore I might not have every little detail of the time era on point.

Also, Caroline is a naïve human while Klaus is still a badass hybrid.

I hope you enjoy the chapter displayed before you, now read!

This story is rated M for violence, language, consensual and nonconsensual sexual themes.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters or TVD

Chapter One: Lack of Mercy

Winter: 1453

"I said leave me alone," Caroline demanded once again. She had refused the drunk young man several times already, she just wished to reach her cottage, seeking warmth from this chilly winter night. She knew she shouldn't even be out this late, but she had to speak to Elena earlier before the brunette left for Williamsburg to visit Jeremy. She yanked her cloak out of the man's grasp and continued to walk east towards her home.

"Oh, c'mon blondie, I'll show you a good time," the boy slurred. "The name's Dominik, the pleasure will be all mine."

Caroline scoffed and proceeded forward, not looking back once. As she marched forward, holding a fistful of her gown in each hand so she could flee quicker, she heard a loud whistle. She stopped cold in her tracks as she heard several pairs of footsteps to her left in the alleyway next to the tavern. Three men appeared, stumbling towards her out of the darkness. It was apparent they had too much to drink just like their stubborn friend in front of the local tavern. Caroline's heart beat quickened, they were surrounding her now.

"Don't come any closer!"

The men in the pitiful group laughed together. The man from earlier, Dominik, was suddenly behind her. He grabbed her wrist tightly and yanked her to face him. Caroline yelped as she felt the skin on her wrist sting from the violent tug. The man's breath was hot in her face and smelled of ale, her face soured as she looked away from his cruel eyes. His other hand found its way to her middle back right above her rear causing Caroline to shove herself from his grasp. Dominik's hand found a fistful of blonde locks and pulled hard which earned a scream from the damsel in distress. Another hand spanked her and tsked her in a throaty whisper from her right side. Tears filled her eyes as her mouth was covered with a dirty hand, she felt hopeless. She shouldn't have went to see Elena so late to say goodbye. This nightmare wouldn't be happening if she had just stayed home. She silently prayed to herself that she would survive this, or at least her death would be as quick and painless as possible.

"Back off lads, this one is mine," Dominik snarled.

Suddenly the men backed off a little, but Dominik just stepped up and showed his dominance by shoving Caroline with great force into the stone wall behind her. Her head met the rock with a sickening deep thud and her vision blurred, or at least she thought. It was almost too dark to tell. She touched the back of her skull and felt the warm blood pool around her fingers. A tear fell onto her cheek which soon lead to more to overflow and pour down her porcelain face. Her head was pounding at the same pace as her heart.

She pondered the wicked people in this world and why they did what they did, she could not fathom. Caroline remembered watching her father and mother argue when she was just a child, she had just turned seven at that time. She never spoke up about what she saw in fear of bringing pain upon herself or her mother once again. She remembered how her father's hand struck her mother's mouth to silence her. From that day forward she would notice bruises on her mother here and there, she would always ask, in hope for her mother to speak the truth to little Caroline, but excuses were always conjured up and fed to her.

That was merely ten years ago, since then her mother had died and her father had left for some man he'd been having an affair with in some other village. Leaving her to fend for herself by sewing clothes and selling them at the market near her cottage. She had made it just fine on her own, till now that is. She was brought back into reality with hands around her neck and screaming in her ear.

"I asked you a question, whore! What is your bloody name?"

Caroline gasped at his tone and lack of oxygen in her lungs. How could this man expect her to speak with his hands pressing her throat?

"Car-Caroline," she hardly sputtered out.

She sucked in as much as she could once he released her neck. She felt the wretched man rip her cloak off and the skirts of her dress rise to her waist line. Caroline couldn't stop the tears now, she was bawling uncontrollably now. She wanted to die, for once she didn't want to survive anymore. She wanted to reunite with her mother in heaven.

The man dropped to his knees, his face right in front of her sex. He began attempting to spread her legs but she wouldn't budge. She knew what he wanted, this struck fear into her heart. He dug his nails into her thigh and pried her legs open.

"God, please help me. No, no, no!" Caroline tried to shut her legs once again but failed, Dominik's nails had drawn blood. He put his nose right next to her most sacred area and inhaled deeply, his eyes rolled back. He looked back at the other men and laughed evilly.

"Ah, lads, this one's a virgin. She smells of rose."

One of Dominik's men cackled, the other cocked his head with a smirk, while the other licked his lips. They all stepped forward, hoping to smell the scent their leader described.

Dominik screamed, "I said back with you all, this one's mine. Feast your eyes only."

The men stayed back as he asked but Caroline could practically feel the lust radiating off of them, ready to pounce at any mere moment he decided to share. Caroline prayed for a miracle. Dominik stood up to face her once again, the putrid smell of his breath filled her nostrils. Caroline felt nothing but ill and fear. Dominik pulled down the neck of her gown, exposing her chest to all the men. His hand cupped her left breast, and Caroline whimpered in repugnance. In her eyes, the world around her was spinning. The man smiled at this. He couldn't have possibly confused that with pleasure?

The young man purred, "You like that, Caroline?" He kissed her neck, his stubble scraping against it, tickling in the most sickening way for her.

She pushed him off with sudden strength and looked into his eyes with pure disgust, then spat in his face. Just the sound of her name on his lips made her nauseous. The back of his hand met her face with a hard slap. Just like her father did to her mother. This awoke her courage somehow. The courage her mother never had. If Caroline died tonight, she refused to give this sorry drunkard the satisfaction of her fear. She wiped her mouth of the blood and stained his shirt with it from her palm. He looked down at the blood, then back up to her. She saw his eyes burning red with fury.

"That's it, on your fucking knees."

Dominik grabbed Caroline's shoulders and tried to shove her down towards the ground. Caroline resisted with all of her might, until one of the other men kicked behind her right knee and knocked her off balance. Dominik used this to his advantage and shoved the blonde to the ground causing her to scream as her knee caps hit the ground something fierce, followed by a sickening crack. Caroline had dried it up earlier but the tears rushed back from too much physical pain. She sat back on her heels and held her knees and wailed, they felt shattered. Dominik began unfastening his belt and pants. When would this torture end? She felt her vision fading. She didn't know if this was God saving her or if the pain was about to make her fall unconscious. She would take either over this hell.

"Looks like little Caroline here has some fight in her. We will have to break her of that, right boys?"

When there was no reply, Dominik turned around to no one. He whistled once, expecting his men to obey and come back into sight. Something hit the ground behind Dominik and rolled closer towards him and Caroline. Dominik turned from her and approached the object, picking it up warily.

He seethed, dropping whatever it was, causing it to roll closer to Caroline to the point where she could make out what the thing was. It was a human head. She felt ill all over again. It was the head of the man that helped Dominik knock her down, busting her knees. His head lay before her, no blade should be that jagged. His head looked to be ripped off. But how? Caroline emptied her stomach of her dinner onto the pavestone next to her. She leaned back against the stone tavern walls, she couldn't move her legs.

"Dominik, I see you're at it again, mate." Caroline heard a new voice, it was of British tongue. She looked to him and could see shoulder length sandy curls, but couldn't make out much else in the night.

"We have been hunting you for days but to no avail. Sad to say the only way to track you is through the screams of terror from the innocent women that you expose."

Caroline's prayers had been answered, she thanked God for the umpteenth time. The light haired man looked to her, a sad smile on his face. He approached her and knelt on one knee, reaching up he cupped her cheek and used his thumb to wipe the blood from her lip. Caroline flinched at this, causing him to freeze his kind actions.

"I see you have a fancy of beautiful blondes, Dom." He looked into Caroline's tear-filled eyes and sighed, "You're safe now, Caroline."

Suddenly Dominik fled towards the other direction, out into the streets back in front of the tavern, but another body emerged to stop him. Caroline could hardly make the man out in the darkness, in the torchlight she saw a brown haired man, with a serious face.

The British man spoke once again, "You know what to do, Elijah."

The man called Elijah nodded at this. Suddenly another figure squatted next to Caroline and spoke in a lighter sounding British accent. This startled Caroline and she tried to move away, but she couldn't feel her legs.

He looked to the blonde man, "What of this little pretty? She seems pretty banged up, Klaus."

"Silence, Kol." Elijah spoke across the alley, "Wolves," he spat in disgust, rolling his eyes as he looked back towards Dominik.

Caroline then turned to Elijah and brought her hand to her mouth feeling sick once again as she witnessed him pulling both of Dominik's arms off of his body. The drunkard screamed in agony, blood splattered the pavestone, coloring it crimson. Caroline knew she shouldn't have been pleased to see that, but she couldn't find an ounce of guilt for Dominik. He had clearly done this before, according to the cryptic man named Klaus. He began begging Elijah for his life or a quick death. At that moment, every ounce of pain rushed back to Caroline, her pounding head still bleeding, her shattered knees still aching, her racing heart still living.

Klaus stepped further into the light, a blade balanced on the tip of his finger.

"And why should we show you the mercy you couldn't show Rebekah," he whispered, "or sweet Caroline, here."

He flipped the blade onto the palm of his hand, and quickly, in a glimpse, appeared behind Dominik and took Elijah's place. He then forced the blade deep within the flesh of the rapists back, twisting it, making Dominik cries silence as blood sputtered from his lips. There was a sadistic grin on Klaus' face as her killed the man, he was enjoying the murder. Caroline looked towards to stars and prayed.

"She's losing too much blood, Niklaus," Elijah said.

That's when everything went completely dark in Caroline's eyes.

Okay, so there is Chapter One. Hopefully it turned out okay to you guys. Pretty angsty and violent for a first chapter, I suppose. I just need an interesting beginning ;)

So as you can see Caroline is theist when it comes to God, He is all she has had, so Caroline will be a prayer and a Christian.

Also Klaus has already awoken his hybrid self, this is just the TVD characters in a different time era.

Any questions, concerns, or criticism is accepted kindly. Don't forget what I stated before on the fact that I could have a few things mixed up as far as the dark ages go considering I wasn't alive during the time. I am just here to entertain and have fun writing some Klaroline.