A/N: Hi! I'm here with a new story (surprising, right?) I have been writing this for a loooong time, a lot of months. At first this was supposed to be a drabble from a request I recived in the first klaroweek we did in our fandom, then I promised I would write more of it, and I did but I left it a little strangely... Well after all that, I thought I should write a one-shoot of the idea I had because I liked it but luckily for you (or at least for me) this will become a three-shoot! YAYY
Anyways I want to thank Monika (realynn8) first, because she helped me in the process of writing this story and because she is just awesome. And of course to my wonderful friend Belle (missingstars89) because she helped me when I needed someone, because she was my beta on this and because yesss, why not?
And finally a big thanks to Paula (howeverlongs on tumblr) for doing an amazing job with that cover and just for being who she is!
I will let you read now, sorry for this long Author's Note...
Wind
"Excuse me," Persephone broke in. "But if you're going to kill me, could you just get on with it?"
She remembered that day like it was yesterday.
Caroline was out of the town in a beautiful garden-hotel with her mother, as a way of relaxing from school. She didn't know anything, didn't know what was about to come, what would change her entire existence and her being.
She went for a walk while her mother was taking a shower in their hotel room. The garden she was in was full of red roses, narcissuses and irises. She stopped in one of the last ones to smell it.
A shiver went down her spine; someone dangerous was watching her, admiring her beauty even if she was distracted with a flower now in her hand.
"You know, irises were once considered symbol of bravery and wisdom."
A tall man neared her, a stranger. He was handsome and his voice was soft, but she didn't let anyone fool her.
"I know they are known also as a symbol of hope," she said smiling. It was confortable to talk to this man, he looked self-confident and strong.
However, he seemed familiar to her.
"I see you are a perfect example of it, love," he said, moving closer to her and taking one of the flowers in his hand. He reached to one side of her face and placed it on top of her right ear.
She blushed and thanked him, she had to feel afraid, run away from him, but she didn't know who he was that time. She didn't know what would he mean to her so she just kept being the nice young woman she was.
"Call me Caroline, please," she murmured, still with a smile on her face. He took her hand in his and kissed it, she felt her butterflies in her stomach, just like when she was a little girl.
"A pleasure to meet you Caroline, I hope we see each other again someday. Sadly, your mother is waiting for you."
It was late and the night was approaching. She looked to the hotel and saw her mother looking at her from the open window. Then, she turned back to the charming man in front of her, but he was gone.
How did he know about her mom? She asked herself, and she walked to the hotel still confused, wondering who the man was and if she would be able to see him again, even if he was creepy, in a way she felt safe around him and that confused her even more.
Klaus went back home to his brother, after meeting the most wonderful woman in the world. She had to be his; he had to make her his Queen, like the King of the undead he was.
Her beauty and light blinded him and as fast as he could he went to talk to Elijah to devise a plan to kidnap her. His brother was reluctant at first but accepted to do so, in favor of his family, his brother.
He couldn't forget her and the week he spent without her made his need more powerful. He was craving to have her. One day, two days before he met her again, he went for a massacre; he snapped every vampire's head and ripped out some hearts. He didn't care about his kingdom; it was just a distraction of what he had been looking for in his entire existence, a Queen fit for someone like him.
And now that he found it, he didn't need anything else, just her. He was willing to taste her blood; her touch was soft the first time he took her hand, her scent of spring and vanilla disturbed him, he fell in love with her beauty instantly. He knew she would be hard to get, but he had always liked challenges.
"Niklaus" his brother called from the living room. He left his room and went down the stairs from his bedroom, where he found his brother in the library, book in hand.
"Tomorrow will be the day," he said with a mysterious voice. "She will be with two of her friends and you will have my help, always and forever." He smirked and nodded at his brother and Klaus sat in another of the armchairs near him, drinking a glass of bourbon, waiting for tomorrow to come.
The crucial, decisive day ended up being a rainy day.
Caroline was going to meet her best friends, Bonnie and Elena, in her house; everything was prepared: the movies, the popcorn and the comfortable couch.
Bonnie was the one who arrived first. She hugged her gently and they waited for Elena to come.
They were talking when Caroline heard a knock on the door. She got up and opened it with a smile waiting to see her friend, but instead she found the man she met just a week ago when she was with her mother out of town.
Her mouth dropped, "What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?"
She heard Bonnie approaching behind her, and after that, everything was a blur.
She noticed someone on the floor behind him. It was her friend Elena, dead and blood surrounding her body. She ran towards her just like Bonnie did, but she didn't have time to kneel when the man ripped Bonnie's heart out too, her body colliding to the floor. Caroline screamed, she knew she was going to die soon. That man was a murderer, she looked up at him but instead of just going for it, kneeling to rip her heart too, he was smirking.
"Don't worry Caroline, I'm not going to hurt you," and in less than a second everything went black.
When she opened her eyes, Caroline found herself in a dark dirty dungeon, chained to a wall. Her body was weak; she didn't have enough force to break the chains, and she decided to scream, but it was of no use.
She was alone; her mother was at work when she was kidnapped and now that Elena and Bonnie were dead, no one would know where she was, not even her. She wanted to cry and some tears went down her cheek. She tried to calm down, but she was confused. She couldn't identify were she was and it was impossible to know where that horrible man went and what he wanted from her.
In that moment, she sensed someone was coming; so she dried her tears and tried to compose herself.
The same man she once thought was a man she would like to see again someday, a charming handsome man, came to view. He was smirking, as it seemed he always was.
"Why don't you kill me already?" She asked, wondering why he didn't kill her like her friends. Her question surprised him, but he kept smirking.
"That's not what I want you for, I have bigger plans for you." He kneeled and they stared at each other for a while before she talked again, this time less scared.
"Then what do you need me for?" she asked. He caressed her cheek sweetly before talking again.
"My name is Klaus Mikaelson, King of the undead and I would like to make you my Queen."
"Your what?" She murmured, trying to avoid his caresses.
"You heard me." He said coldly, cupping her face with his hands and holding her face when he noticed her avoiding him.
To his surprise she scoffed.
"I will never be yours; you are a murderer and a sociopath. You killed my friends, you kidnapped me, and you expect me to what? Fall in love with you? You are crazy," she stated, finding her lost strength. She preferred to be dead than on his side, she would never trust someone like him.
"You see sweet Caroline, there are things you will have to come to understand once you become my Queen." He said standing up and walking in the room.
"This world is ruled by vampires," He looked down at her, slightly disappointed not to see a surprised expression or fear on her face.
"In my kingdom, the city of New Orleans, I'm the King. Kings are meant to be controllers, rule the people who can't live without a leader. But I came to realize that I need someone on my side, someone who would connect with my people in a way that I can't. Someone who will always be by my side." He whispered the last part, still looking at her even if she was trying to avoid his gaze.
"So, you think I'm that 'someone'?" She said, finally locking her eyes with his, and in a way understanding what he meant, even if she was not going to be that person to him ever.
"Yes" He said pleased. "I see you got what I meant." And with that he kneeled again in front of her, so their eyes were at the same level.
Her wrists were hurting because of the chains, but she wasn't going to complain. Not when she knew he wouldn't show any mercy, when he would surely smile at that fact. So she just tried to smirk that evil turning of his lips he had, and not to show any fear when he was so close to her.
"I see you don't," she said, and before he could say anything she kept going on "I'm not someone who you can use whenever you want to. I will never be on your side, not when I don't know you and you have only caused me pain. Not when you have murdered my two best friends in front of me, and have me chained to a wall. And rest assured, I will never in a thousand years become your anything, even less a Queen."
Luckily her voice didn't tremble, and her eyes were slightly closed to look surer of herself than she really was. He didn't move an inch, his eyes still fixated on hers. After a few minutes, the smirk she already grew to hate appeared on his face.
"A thousand years is a long time." he murmured, one of his thumbs trying to clean an already dry tear off her cheek, but she moved her face with a scoff.
"And don't worry love, you won't be here for long. Once you learn to be good enough to live upstairs, and behave properly you will leave this place," he said looking from one side to another of the room with a disgusted face.
And standing once again he walked through a small door Caroline didn't notice was the entrance of the room where she was now captive. Before he left, he looked at her once and said,
"Don't worry, someone will bring you the food and water you need to survive."
With a loud sound, he closed the door behind him, leaving a confused but mostly angry Caroline in the dark dungeon.
Days passed, or that's what Caroline thought. She tried to scream, escape from the chains she still had around her wrists, she cried and did everything she could to be out of the misery she was living in. But as the days, months or the time she was there passed, her strength began ceasing to exist.
A man always brought her food and drink, she almost couldn't see his face, but she was sure he had a sweet and warm smile drawing his face. She once noticed that he wore quite different clothes than normal, instead of Henley's like Klaus, or a t-shirt with trousers, he used to arrive with the food with a suit on. She never asked him why, never said anything but kept fighting to escape. The man instead, kept arriving with the things she needed to survive and never said a word.
One night, Caroline couldn't fight it anymore and stopped screaming and trying to break free. She couldn't handle the pain that was consuming her, and thinking about it, she came to realize that no matter what she did, she would never be free. The words Klaus once told her were still on her mind "This world is ruled by vampires." And even if she kept a straight face, she still wondered if what he said was true. After all, he killed her best friends right next to her quite easily.
She was lost in thought, wondering if he was telling her the truth when the crack of a door made her snap back to reality. She guessed it was lunch time when she recognized the man who brought her what she needed to survive. For the first time, she took a look at him instead of screaming. He was handsome, with brown hair and as it seemed brown eyes too. He was wearing a black suit that fit him well. She realized that he was looking down at her and actually smiling, surely because she was calm.
"I see you finally decided to stop trying to get free" he said, his voice was soft but strong and it made Caroline feel better than when she was around Klaus.
He placed a small plate of bread with some cheese and a glass of water in front of her and she got up as best as she could to sit down properly again after taking the plate and placing it on her lap.
"It's not like I can do anything against vampires," she said, taking a piece of bread and wondering if this man was going to fill the empty spaces on her mind.
He stood there without saying a word while she kept eating and she almost thought that he would leave when he walked to a wall and rested his back there, looking down at her again.
"You are right," he murmured "Perhaps if you had come to that conclusion earlier you would have been out of this dungeon sooner."
She stopped eating and closed her eyes.
"So it's true, then. Vampires exist. Are you one of them?" she asked moving her head and opening her eyes so she could be sure by looking at his eyes.
"Call me Elijah," he said folding his arms. "I'm Klaus's brother." And he stopped talking to see her reaction but when he got none, since Caroline was doing her best to not to look weak, he kept answering her question.
"And even if I'm not as special as my dear brother, I'm not a regular vampire either."
"What? You shine with the sun?" she joked and he laughed, actually laughed, not in a scary way like she thought. His laugh was as natural as hers or her mother's. When her mother passed through her mind, she shook her head to get rid of it, of those happy memories that maybe would never be able to happen again. She had to be strong now.
"I don't, but the sun can burn normal vampires," he pointed out. "Now, if you are going to be as good and nice as you have been now, we can talk more upstairs," he said reaching to her and taking the empty plate from the floor.
At first she thought it was a trick but when she saw the sincerity in his eyes she nodded. "Yeah, I would like that, thanks"
She was about to get up and walk after Elijah, who turned his back to her, but her chains stopped her.
"Actually I can't really go anywhere with this," she said showing her wrists to him. And he smiled a little.
"Well I guess you won't try to scape anymore, right?" He reached to her and released her in a swift move.
"Thanks" she murmured, finally caressing her wrists with her hand. They were very red but she hoped that the marks would disappear with time.
"Nonsense, I will lead you to your room first and then we can talk in the living room."
And with that he left the room with a physically weak, but strong-minded Caroline Forbes walking behind him.
When the night reached, because it was early in the afternoon when the eldest Mikaelson went to her, she was sure Elijah was a noble and honorable man. One she could trust even if his brother was the most dangerous and selfish person in the world.
She actually shouldn't call him "person", she thought. More like "monster". Perhaps not even that.
After showing Caroline the new room she would be living in from now on, Elijah left her to change her clothes and shower before telling her he would be waiting downstairs for "the talk". She felt a shiver going up her back at that thought, at what Elijah had told them about him and his family.
Going through a beautiful room that now should be called "hers," Caroline found a large wardrobe full of different clothes; dresses, t-shirts, skirts, pajamas… everything a girl would dream of. Without thinking it much, since she just wanted to get out of the clothes she had been wearing for who knows how long, she reached for a white towel to dry after the shower and some confortable jeans with a basic sweater. Noticing there was some great underwear, so soft that she wondered she would ever afford them, she took the chance and taking up what she needed she walked to a long and relaxing bath, because she deserved it. After all, she spent horrible days all alone chained to a wall.
When she walked down the long main stairs of what she now knew was a huge mansion, she decided to open the first door she found because she didn't really remember where she was supposed to meet Elijah and got lost.
It's not like she thought he would still be waiting for her, since after a long bath she fell asleep when she sat down in the most confortable bed she had ever been on. Opening her eyes, she realized that Elijah would be angry and could kill her if he wanted to, so she ran downstairs.
Luckily, the first door she opened was indeed the one the man was in. He was sitting in an armchair reading a book while holding a glass of what seemed to be alcohol in his left hand.
"Caroline, come in please," he said sweetly and the whole house was able to hear her sigh. "You can sit there."
She saw he was mentioning to a long couch that was exactly in front of him. Sitting down where he told her, Caroline rubbed her hands together nervously.
"Are you cold?" Elijah asked and she thought for a moment about what he was referring to, shaking her head when she saw him looking at her hands.
"No, I…" she paused and kept looking down "I'm sorry for taking so long to come down here, I fell asleep…" she didn't want to look up even if he didn't mention anything about the subject. Now that she knew he was a vampire, she was afraid of doing something wrong and ending up dead, heart ripped out like it happened to her friends.
Even if some moments during her time in that dungeon she thought about it, wishing for the pain to end, the image of her mother always reminded her that she had to fight, that no matter what, if she kept being strong, she could get through everything.
She would get through this just like she did when her father left, just like when she got lost in the forest next to a town she and her mom were visiting and was found the morning after her disappearance, telling everyone that she had dreamt that a wolf spent the night with her to protect her from any danger.
And just like when her best friends were murdered in front of her. Her eyes were dry from all the crying she did, still trying to ignore why she hadn't followed the same fate Bonnie and Elena did.
"It's okay, there is no need to apologize," the voice of Elijah comforting her and leaving the book he was reading in a small table next to him brought her back to the living world. Not so "living" like she now knew.
"I should have known that you needed rest after being held down in that disgusting place. And that was my dear brother's idea, not mine. I wanted you placed in the room you are now".
And with the mention of Klaus she trembled a little, feeling goose bumps on her skin. "But I guessed you wanted to know everything about us before Niklaus arrived," he said, holding his hands in his lap and looking at her curiously. She nodded and a small smile appeared on her face, grateful that he didn't want to hurt her.
"Yeah, you are right," she said biting her lip, wondering where Klaus was right now and if he was coming back. Seeing his face again would be painful, but she had to be prepared to fight against him with her words.
"Well, then I will start since the beginning…"
Caroline entered her room with every word Elijah told her still invading her thoughts. Now she knew how powerful the people from the house she was now living in were. They were first vampires of the world, "The Originals". Should she be afraid of them? Afraid that they would make her one of them, a vampire? Because after what the oldest "living" man of the Mikaelson family had told her, she doubted her first conclusions.
They weren't going to kill her, not if Klaus had this weird obsession that she was "the one". The woman who would control the light and the dark, since he was "King of the Dark", "King of the undead" she would become the contrary "Queen of Light", the woman that would put the balance in both worlds, the human and the not-so-human.
And as thrilling as that sounded, the first thing that she thought was that all of them were being ridiculous. She was just a girl from a small town, meant to be just another living human who would grow up, study, work, marry, have children and die. She wasn't destined to be some sort of "hero" or "controller".
Even if she already was that in a way, it was part of her being to control everything about her. But not now, when she had no experience and when her friends just died, not like this. She wasn't supposed to manage the horrible things that happened in this crazy new side of the world. And she was so not going to become Klaus's wife, after everything he had done to her she would never become his slave woman.
"As hard as it is for me to say this, my brother is right. And I will be on his side always and forever. But I promise you that no one will hurt you again, not even Niklaus, because despite everything he is trying to get his anger down. Even though that doesn't mean the darkness will just blow away." Elijah warned her, sipping the brown liquid still filling his glass. "I think he found something in you he hadn't seen in anyone else, something special…"
Was she really special? Not that she knew, with her fate written down there was no doubt though.
She rested her face deeper into the pillow, slowly closing her eyes to try and get some sleep. But the nightmares wouldn't go away, all what she had been through in her small prison making her mind burn and race from different possibilities of what was about to come the next morning once Klaus was back from spending a long night under the dark sky of New Orleans.
Once the door of the mansion was closed, Klaus knew she wasn't in the cell anymore. With his senses still high from his latest hunt around the city, mouth dirty with blood, he could hear a heartbeat next to his bedroom.
He smirked, knowing his brother Elijah, he surely made her leave the dungeon once she stopped complaining or crying about her friends. Klaus at least hoped that the oldest Mikaelson had warned her that trying to sneak out from that room would be impossible.
He wouldn't allow that, she was going to be his no matter what.
Entering his room he took some clothes and went straight to the shower. After the mess he had made tonight, mess that the only one would take care of was Elijah, he just needed to think about the woman just a door away from him.
He didn't care that she hated him now; that she despised him and wished him the worst. He shrugged, rubbing his hands over his face. The day would come where she would come to accept him, to care for him and even been attracted to his darkness. He knew that, was sure of it.
The only thing he had to do now was wait for that day.
What do you think? :) I would like to know what would you like to see in the next chapter (or if you want another chapter) because I could use your ideas! Thanks for reading, seriously.