the deepest, darkest parts, a vampire diaries fanfic

Beauti..

Simply beautiful

What about the way you love me

And the way you squeeze me

Hey

Hey simply beautiful hey

And you get right down it

And the love is getting you through it

The old record player sat in the corner, halfway lit by the exploding fire

Illuminated

Exposed

Completely and utterly alone

He stared at it, focused on its chipped sides and cracks, unable and unwilling to look at the force of nature walking about the room.

She surveyed

She tested

She downright violated the sanctions of the cool room .From the blazing and composed fire, she lingered, halted by its sheer power; it settled warmth and fear in the room. Its heat was scorching, capable of revealing even the deepest of flaws in everything that stood around it; Yet only able to focus itself onto the narrow space in front of it.

The middle of the room

A small passage to the deepest and darkest places that surrounded it.

All to the left, everything else, was strangely cool against its blister. Untouched and unmarred by the growing blaze that resided in the ancient fireplace.

And she stood right before it. Unfazed by its blister; basking in it, soaking in its pure glory. He hid from it, she watched as he found his place alongside the music machine. There it stood

Majestic

Solid

Used

His hands trailed the rough surface, traced every curve, and glided against every sharp end of the record player. It was cool against his touch. With first connection, his nerves calmed, his breath slowed, his mind still.

Home

Familiarity

His heart. Untouched by the world, his actions, and completely controlled by his will; alone and proud.

The record player stood away from the fire, away from the light, away from

"Caroline"… His words betrayed him.

Taken from the heat of the enchanting fire, her head turned body still, to his eyes and stared back with her own.

So very bright and blue

Soft and Willing

"Yes?"

He breathed. "Dance with me"

The fire swayed before her, confusion swept across her face. "What?"

Wordlessly, he moved the needle to the middle, placing it gently on the black record and slowly, bitingly, sound began.

Her eyes slanted, hair moved and body turned. Facing him, beside the fire and before the darkness he walked to her.

She was ready

She was willing

She was waiting. With her arm held out to him, a small smile on her lips and a light dancing in her eyes, he met her and he obliged; stepping into the warmth, tensing with fear.

With his back to the cool air, and his front heated by the flames, she wrapped her arm around his neck, held his hand and blinked.

Slowlypainfully, her arm loosed and her hand slid, down his neck and onto his chest. His hands retracted, shocked by the suddensoft pressure of her hands and the heat that felldanced between their willing bodies and beside them, the fire roared.

Fierce

Igneous

"Strong", her voice small and steady, eyes fixed on the hard surface before her as she felt the glorydanger of Klaus Michealson. His heart, suddenly sputtering to life, moved. Beat by beat, it vibrated against his strength and her will.

And the song played behind him, in the dark, and away from the light.

Hard bass and soft guitars pulsed throughout the room, echoed off the wall and lit the air. Life began and the room fed from the fire and sparked; breaking the darkness and interrupting the cool air.

And they moved.

Side to side

Step by step.

Simply beautiful