Bring me back to life

1.55 a.m

I woke up by the sound of screaming downstairs and I looked down and saw blood.

I was scared by it. In a very tiny pace I was there and saw 3 men, all tall and I bet strong. They were stealing things. One of them shot my mom and I supressed a scream. Tears were running down my cheeks and my mouth was half-opened. I had to run. I'm their only child so I didn't have to worry about saving anyone. I was numb, and my legs were running without a purpose. The tears stopped, when I saw the men running after me.

And one of them catched me and dragged me by my blonde hair.

I tried to be free.

Then the time stopped.

I couldn't hear them anymore.

I couldn't see my house on fire anymore.

I couldn't breath anymore.

I just grabbed the gun on the disguised man's pocket and pointed it to him. And then I shoot.

Yes, I was 13.

Yes, I saw him screaming in pain and I realized I may have killed him. And I ran. I ran without destination. I ran for my life.

1rst day

I got up from the wiry bed of the orphanate and dressed the usual pale vest of the poor little girls that live there. I have no friends here. No happiness. No nothing.

And the people here are mean.

The priest is mean to not talk about the nuns. Sometimes I wonder if they are obligated to take care of orphaned children.

I was downstairs in a bit with my part of the chamber all tidied. But I was late, so the nun with a big wart made me give her my hand and beat me with the ruler. I didn't cry.

Then we were headed to the classes. I didn't listen a thing.

The same image rolled on my head again and again. Blood. Shoot. Death.

And I didn't want to be here. I needed to run away. Quickly. But I didn't move or say a thing. I was almost throwing up and any movement would make me.

When the break time finally came I sat on a bench alone while the other kids played, even though they looked sad too.

One boy sat next to me. He had curly blonde hair and dark blue eyes.

" What are you doing alone?" He asked, in a slow and sad tone. I didn't answer. " What are you doing?"

" Fuck off." I hissed.

" You cannot swear in here, Barbie." A tall boy said, with dark hair and light brown eyes.

" Whatever." I said, flatly.

" Oh, is she so sad she can't even say a decent answer?" The boy asked, with a devilish grin. I saw a girl with olive skin and brown eyes approaching us.

" Damon, come play." She asked, her eyes filled with no-emotion. Damon didn't obey. She started crying. She was younger than us maybe two years and with that, Damon bent and kissed her forehead, taking her hand.

" Come on, don't cry." His smile was sweet. " Bye, Klaus. Bye Barbie. Come, Elena." Elena looked at us with curious eyes and smiled.

" You seem a couple!" We looked at each other and Klaus smiled. Then Damon and Elena were playing again. I was surprised when I saw the game: drama. The were representing "Romeo and Juliet" by William Shakespear. And they were pretty good for their age.

" Do you have any hobbies?" Klaus asked. I realized he was British by the accent.

" Nope." I said emphasizing the 'p'.

" Hmm, so... You were never interested in anything?" He asked, his hair getting messy with the wind.

" I've always loved shopping, if that does count." He laughed and I smiled. The first sincere smile I've ever showed in there.

" That does count. You could be a model or a stylist."

" Yeah, it would be nice, Klaus."

" So you do know my name. May I know yours?" He asked, politely.

" Not yet. " I joked. " Just kidding. My name is Caroline, but you can call me Care."

" Beautiful name for a beautiful lady." He praised with a glorious grin. I blushed slightly and looked to him. My eyes covered with tears.

" I will miss them."

" Who?" He asked. I didn't answer and the nuns were ringing a tinkerbell. I didn't know what that meant. Klaus helped me up.

" Time to school."

And we both came in.

In the class, I didn't pay attention once again.

The only thing I heard the teacher say was this:

" Now we'll make a test about what I said now."

" Fuck." And everybody listened.

" Come here, miss." The teacher ordered, with a hard glare. I didn't obey.

I ran, ran and ran and locked the bedroom's door the moment I came in. Someone was knoking and I was scared.

" Care, come out." It was Klaus. I sighed in relieve and opened it.

" Come in, quickly." I begged. He did as I told and I locked the room again.

" What you are doing is crazy and you know it." I nodded.

" I do." He sighed.

" Love, you need to get out. They'll catch you either way." He told me and I knew he was right, but I was scared.

" I'm scared. " He hold my hand.

" And that's all right. But I'll go with you and accept the punishment with you." I smiled.

" No, Klaus, you won't. I won't let you."

" Who says you'll have the choise?" He asked, a boyish smirk taking care of his lips.

" Ok." I agreed. I kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

" Yeah."

After the severe punishment I was at the dorm, thinking. My day had been crazy as hell and I've got into lots of trouble. Yeah, sure I had a reason, but I got a 'F' in the repeated test. I used to be worried about future, but not anymore. It stopped when I came here, when I saw I'd be there for more 5 years and then I wouldn't have any place to go.

Klaus was sweet and had the same punishment just for me.

I think it was kinda lovely.

When I finally fell asleep, my head full of thoughts, I had so many nightmares I started crying, I mean, real tears.

I heard someone coming near me and I looked at the features. The girl was probably one year younger than me, with blue eyes and blonde straight hair, messy because it was night.

" Who are you?" I asked, lifting up my eyebrow.

" Do you know where Klaus is?" The girl was sobbing.

" In his room, for sure." She was shaking. " I can walk you there. " I said softly. She nodded and mumbled a 'please'.

When we got there, I knew it was dangerous, because girls cannot be in boys' rooms and because it was after the retract and we'd be in loads of trouble if someone found us there.

The blonde little girl broke and I fanned Klaus' body. He opened his eyes and looked at me, frowning.

" What are you doing here?" He asked, confused.

I pointed to the crying girl and he almost immediately got up and pulled the girl in his arms.

" Hey, Rebekah. What is going on?" He asked to the blonde. I looked at them and sighed. I didn't really know a thing about Klaus.

" Who is she?" I asked, softly.

" My little-sister." He said, smiling. " How did you find her?"

" She is in my dormitory." I stated, shrugging. " She was crying and looking for you, so I escorted her here. She was really upset and sobbing really hard. Do you know why?" I asked, concern filling my baby-blue eyes.

" Yeah, she has been having nightmares. You know, she was really young when she saw our mother killing herself." My mouth opened in shock. " I didn't see. She did. My mom wouldn't hear her, so she slapped her and Rebekah fell on the floor. Then my mother cut herself. She screamed for help. My father... We never knew him and he doesn't seem to care, because we're here for two years, now. My sister dreams with it almost every nights, and it doesn't help the nuns not letting me sleep with her." He said, sadly.

" I could sleep with her. Maybe then she would be better." The words left my mouth before I could think on them. He smirked.

" Really?"

" Yeah." The sleeping girl on his arms moved and he gave her to me.

" Thanks, Caroline." He said.

" It's ok." The girl made herself comfortable on my arms and rested her head against my chest. Then I knew we were going to be great friends.

He kissed my cheek and sent sparkles all over my body.

I knew me and Klaus would be great friends too.

Hope you liked it! I had lots of work on this!

Klaroline fic. No Hayley hate.

There will be other pairings, like Elijah and Katherine and Damon and Elena.

Please, don't be mean.

Review and I'll keep going.