"He saw the darkness in her beauty."
Caroline was the type of person people forgot to see. Blonde. Bouncy. Beguiling. All traits she possessed, yes, but none that scratched the surface of her true prowess. The potential hummed within her like a tuning orchestra—violin strings groaning, flutes tooting, cymbals crashing—waiting in anticipation for the flick of the band conductor's wrist, for the moment that would send her harmonizing in a nightmarish lullaby. Sure, she operated behind smiles and sass, but she controlled the note of delivery. Always. And that provided her with a lethal exquisiteness of sound.
Klaus could sense the crescendo of her dissonant symphony hibernating in her veins and how it purred for awakening. Set me free, it whispered. Set me free. And, oh, how he wanted to kiss it awake with the quivering lips of beckoning! But these Mystic Falls imbeciles chose to ignore it. Or worse, remained imperceptible to it. How? The vibrations of her hum quaked at his feet and arrested his heart, sending him like a beggar to his knees.
When she wanted, Caroline could bite, maim, and slay with her whisperings of truth. A cruel mercy she enacted in moments like this, a resolve to salvage the unsalvageable. She required transformation. Here. Now. The worst part? There was no winning; all anyone could do was surrender.
Klaus kneeled, sacrificing himself like prey to her predatory heart.
"She saw the beauty in his darkness."
He's vile, vicious, and volatile; and Caroline knew better. She knew better than to pet that howling, distrustful wolf under the light of the full moon with his bloody fangs bared and his eyes glowing in a ravenous yellow. But she did it anyways. Unsure why.
As she extended her hand towards him with trepidation, Klaus both growled and whimpered. She watched as the paranoia of rejection gripped at him: how he writhed in the clutches of paradox, how he demanded love and loyalty, how he utilized cunning charm not only as a whip, but as a net of captivation.
It only took one. One look, one word—she'd been ensnared.
Wearing an expression somewhere between a grin and a grimace, Klaus threatened to rip her apart. Or worse, open. Audacious, he dared to highlight their sameness by painting infinity circles on her heart with his fingers. Together, they remained forever intertwined.
Caroline caught her breath at the thrill of his mystique. Would he bite her? Would he kiss her? A seductive intrigue lingered behind the uncertainty, an allure impossible to deny. Klaus yanked at her like gravity and she orbited him like the sun, radiant and unyielding. Though she probably should, she didn't fear his monstrous splendor. For though he blinded her with darkness, she found she could still see.
Caroline welcomed the night, thankful for his blazing stars.
"He saw the darkness in her beauty. She saw the beauty in his darkness."
Together, they shaped the repulsive loveliness of the universe.