Hello everyone! This is something that I'm thinking of turning into a full fic if the response calls for it. I do plan on updating 'By the Angel' and 'Where Does This Leave Us?' next week! I've been in a slump for forever but I've got those chapters ready to go and am real excited about this one if it turns into a story!
'Where Does This Leave Us?' is hard because that follows canon and I hated the remainder of canon after where I've halted in the story. So truly the inspiration of altering a canon that I just loathed, wasn't there. But I've had time to think about it, came up with some twists that I think will work and am determined to get that finished.
'By the Angel' I haven't updated in like over a year and truly I'm very sorry to those that read it! I got stuck quite a bit BUT due to all the things being released for 'Shadowhunters' on ABC Family, the inspiration just hit me full force and so I am just writing away on that one. It's coming to me quite easily and I'm gaining a sense of flow back in the narrative so I'm excited to get those readers back into that story.
This story is truly very different for me, because I have never written so far ahead with a story. I've outlined this story to take around 16-20 chapters, and I've written up to Chapter 7. This first one is short but I wanted to count it as a drabble on tumblr so I tried to keep it that way. Please visit over at klarolinedrabbles on tumblr if you wish to discuss things with me, and to give me feedback or so. There will be a central mystery in this fic and if you want to engage with me on tumblr to try and figure it out, that's totally cool! Okay, read and review, I hope you enjoy!
"NO!" She yelled out, choking back a sob as she watched his body fall to the ground. Rushing forward there was what felt like several hundred thoughts running through her head. Yet it wasn't possible because she was only thinking one thing.
He couldn't die, not for her and certainly not by their hand. Falling to her knees she grasped his head tightly in his hands, a sob escaping her.
"Klaus." She whispered, her forehead pressed like glue to his. "You idiot! I told you I was going to handle this." She cried.
"How could you possibly think I'd leave you to face this on your own?" He breathed out. "You should have told me the truth, Caroline." He rasped out, heaving forward in pain.
"I'm gonna go get help and you're going to be fine-you have to be fine." She cried out. Her entire body flinching at the soft chuckle heard in the distance.
"Afraid not. You see, I hexed him with a curse only your grandmother knows how to counter. No one's going to get here in time, Caroline. Only way you're both making it out of here alive is by some miracle and well, we don't believe in those." They said.
Dragging Klaus' head onto her lap she looked up at the culprit, noticing the moon in waning form directly behind their obscured face.
"How could you do this to us?" She gritted out, having let the rage boil deep inside her. "How could you betray people from your own coven?"
Caroline awoke out of her sleep, gasping for breath as she took in her surroundings. Her hand automatically reaching up to grasp the Jade crystal necklace hanging around her neck.
Feeling the dampness on her cheeks she blinked away the rest of her tears. She hasn't had this dream in two years.
Dream.
How wishfully thoughtful of her. This was no dream, it was a vision.
One she'd been having frequently, but hasn't seen since it became the sole reason she left the coven two years ago-temporarily of course.
As the centerfold of the Triquetra-the trio of witches selected by the spirits to harbor the power of a single coven-she had a great responsibility. They say every coven is only as powerful as it's Triquetra, and she'd left before the third witch had even been selected, abandoning her training thus leaving the Lux Coven weaker than it's ever been.
Needless to say she's probably not anyone's favorite person.
Begrudgingly climbing out of bed, phone in hand she made her way into the kitchen, smiling at the opened contents of the care package she'd received earlier that week. Incantations she needed to study, recipes, this box contained her grandmother's tea which she was immensely grateful for. She hasn't had it in so long it even tasted different. The boxes were usually composed of things Katherine piled together and as always were accompanied with letters the length of roads keeping her well informed of everything happening within the coven. Caroline took a deep breath as she began boiling water for tea.
Her thoughts drifted to Klaus and that was always very dangerous territory. Katherine always left his details out of her letters, leading her to accept that it's because whatever he was up to wasn't something she'd be happy about. No amount of magic in the world was powerful enough to have dwindled the ache in her heart whenever she thought of him. Among the list of people not happy with her, she figures he's probably number one.
Even though she left to give the elders time to search for anything that might alter the course of that vision. She left to save his life and making sure he lives wasn't something she would ever apologize for. No matter how much it hurt that he was so distraught with her on her haphazard exit. But what else could she have done? Interrupted their make-out sessions with 'hey, you'll never guess what I had a vision of last night, it was of you possibly dying. Now take off your pants.', that doesn't exactly fit societal norms of conversation, does it?
The loud chime of her phone almost startled her enough to have dropped to tea kettle. Bonnie's name flashed across the screen and a wave of relief washed over her. She was the other member of the Triquetra and was aware of why she'd left, and that made talking to Bonnie the easiest.
"Bonnie Bennett, do you know what time it is? These are not the hours to spend chit chatting on the phone." She'd teased, quoting her friend's Grandma Sheila. The soft giggles on the other end warmed her heart.
"Don't even try me, Caroline. You know that until the Triquetra powers are binded we're emotionally tethered to one another for protection." She spoke softly. "Did you have the vision?" She hesitantly asked.
"For the first time in two years" She confirmed. "Something changed though." She started. "I could see the waning moon in this version, and you know what that means."
The three witches represent the three phases of the moon, waxing, full, and waning. For the first time since she'd begun having this vision, a phase of the moon was visible-the waning phase. Which means the final member of the Triquetra was going to be selected soon, and that meant-that it was time to go back to Mystic Falls.
"Time to come home, Caroline."
She stared up at her family's four story house, her distance from it made laying eyes upon it again feel almost brand new. She had to hand it to her ancestors, they knew how to design a house. The staircases on each side both leading up to the front door brought back so many memories. That's where they'd posed for prom pictures, graduation one's, even on All Hallow's Eve just for fun. She had a beautiful life here and she took the risk of leaving it all behind just in case the elders could single out the potential traitor. All for nothing seeing as how they were exactly the same as it was two years ago. She gambled and lost.
Hearing the door open from the first floor she raced to see who it was.
"Stefan!" She called out towards the brunette in the process of shutting her grandmother's green house door.
His eyes widened before grinning and leaning forward to wrap his arms around her.
"Well I'll be damned. Caroline Forbes, what on earth are you doing back here? Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled but you know you caused quite a sense of chaos when you left, right?" He inquired, pulling away.
The floor suddenly became much more interesting as her eyes shot down in shame.
"I know what I was setting in motion when I left, Stefan. But you know me, I wouldn't have ever done it unless I really needed to." She whispered. He nodded before leading her up towards the left side stair case. "What were you doing down here?" She asked, remembering the need to be suspicious of everything and anyone.
Stefan opened his hand to reveal the handful of Vervain flowers.
"We've got a live one upstairs. Enzo and Kol brought him in during patrol of the borders this morning." He revealed, hopping up the several steps.
Caroline froze in her tracks and leaned forward to make sure she hears whatever he's about to say right. "So does that mean-"
"That Klaus is upstairs too? Afraid so." He interrupted. "But on the bright side, this way you can just get it over with, right?" He tried, hauling her by the arm up the remaining steps.
Stepping back inside her house after so long was indescribable. She'd felt her powers surge to full force the second she stepped back inside Mystic Falls, but standing in her own home gave her a different kind of power. Following Stefan to the secret room in the back, she heard the murmurs of everyone she'd missed so dearly. She had to hand it to Stefan, he really was the rip-off-the-bandaid kind of guy. He wasn't gonna give her any time to mentally prepare for what was about to happen.
A random Vampire was being tied up and all she could think about was the man's back currently in front of her.
"Ut funem contine diabolus anima." His heavy accent chanted out. Her breath caught at the sound of his voice. Her goal had been to go as unnoticed as she could, but when you're friends with Katerina Petrova-or preferably to her, Katherine-you don't go through life unnoticed.
"It's about damn time, Forbes!" She yelled out, surging forward to embrace her friend in a deathgrip. Klaus' body froze and she took in the concerned looks from his siblings, Enzo, Marcel, and Stefan.
"There won't be any time if you don't let me breathe, Kat." She teased, disengaging from the embrace. The warm smiles of Elena, Bonnie, and Rebekah eased her stomach. For a second she thought she could get through this, that is until Klaus turned around.
Her heart sank at the absolute sorrow and hate that loomed in his eyes. She opened her mouth and wasn't at all surprised to find that nothing came out. She could've pondered for days on what to say and the result would've been the same.
She could feel every single person in the room's eyes on them but it felt like they were the only two there. Just as she was about to try again, he glanced at the ground and exited without so much as another glance.
She blinked away any forthcoming tears. Glancing at all the somber looks around the room, she huffed and followed his lead. If she was going to rejoin her world, there was a lot of work to be done. She just wished coming clean to Klaus was one of them.
Alright, what'd you think? Shall I continue this? I've never come across a fic where everyone is in a coven, so I thought I'd give it a go. I'm currently up to my neck in research about they kinds of witches they'll all be and am just having the best time with research/outlining process.