Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid
To fall
I have a headache, my neck hurts, I'm sweaty and gross and this birthday sucks. Why am I going to die on my birthday? I close my eyes, pushing back tears as I hear the door open.
"Tyler came to see me. Poor boy seemed quite distressed; he said Caroline had a terrible accident."
"You made him do this to her," Is Matt's angry retort to the calm, low voice that I can't quite put a face and name to. "He would have never done something like this."
Who is at the door?
"I am here to help, Matt. My blood will heal her, now please ask the Sheriff to invite me inside."
"I know how this game works," Now my mom is talking to whoever is at the door? "You want something in return."
"Just your support."
It's quiet for a long moment and then mom says "Come in." My mother's voice is furious and low, but my vampire hearing picks it up. I close my eyes tightly again and whimper at the pain of Tyler's venom coursing through my veins. The sound of footsteps moving towards my door gives me enough strength to open my eyes and look at my visitor.
So help me, if it's Tyler— even though I know it can't be Tyler—but it's not. It's Klaus. I cradle my head against one hand as I lie heavily on my pillows.
"Are you going to kill me?" I ask and I hate how fragile and vulnerable I sound.
"On your birthday; do you really think that low of me?" He asks back in his deep, British accented voice.
"Yes," I reply without hesitation.
He takes a deep breath and a few steps closer so he's standing above me. He reaches for the blanket that is covering my gruesome werewolf bite. I gasp as the material rubs against the open wound. I close my eyes so I don't see the disgust written all over his face.
"Ah, that looks bad. My apologies, you are what's known as collateral damage; it's nothing personal."
As he talks I open my eyes again to look at him. He seems to think for a moment, with a nod of his head he reaches forward and fingers Tyler's bracelet that is still on my wrist.
"I love birthdays," He says as he lets the charm fall off his finger.
I scoff and he notices. "Yeah," I say and my voice sounds gravelly. "Aren't you like… a billion, or something?"
He almost smiles. "You have to adjust your perception of time when you become a vampire, Caroline. Celebrate the fact that you're no longer bound by trivial human conventions. "
He pauses and I look down, away from his captivating blue eyes. "You're free," He whispers.
"No… I'm dying," I snap back, but it has no bite, no passion in it. I just sound like a weak girl. I look in his eyes again as I voice the fact that I am, indeed, dying.
He moves so he's sitting on the bed in front of me, and it dips from his weight. "And I could let you," His voice is so low now, even with my advanced hearing it's hard to catch his words—but I do. "Die. If that's what you want, if you really believe your existence has no meaning. I've thought about it myself, once… or twice over the centuries, truth be told." His eyes hold a type of self-loathing, a type of sadness I have never, not once, seen in my life. He leans in again, so we are eye to eye. "But I'll let you in on a little secret—there's a whole world out there waiting for you, great cities, and art, and music…" He touches the bracelet again, and I see almost a… jealous look in his eyes? It's gone as quickly as it came, and I focus on his speech again, because, truthfully, he has me entranced.
"Genuine beauty. And, you can have all of it. You can have a thousand more birthdays, all you have to do is ask." His eyes are focused so intently on me, even if I wanted to look away, I could not. And I know he's no doubt doing this for brownie points with my mother, but I feel as if he was saying that truthfully to me.
I search his eyes with my own blue ones quickly and blink back tears a couple of times before I whisper brokenly, "I don't want to die."
He stretches his right arm out in front of him, pulls the sleeve back to the crook of his shoulder and looks at me. His wrist stays in front of him as he uses his left hand to cradle the back of my head and lean me onto his lap. I gasp at the pain it brings and I can't seem to focus on anything but him. He brings his wrist closer to my mouth, and I look up at him. He's closer than he's ever been before; his breath fans across my face, his eyes are so close to my own.
"There you go," He's so quiet. "Have at it."
I bite into his wrist and the sweet taste of blood fills my mouth. Whereas human blood is sweet, his is something entirely different, something entirely more addicting.
"Happy birthday, Caroline," He whispers as I vamp out.
AN:
Okay, so the first few chapters are going to be Klaroline scenes from Season 3 up until now, in Season 4. Afterwards, the plot is mine. Hope you like it!