Just some random drabbles. Enjoy!
For vampires that live forever, there isn't really a rush. It doesn't matter if you make it to that interview on time, because you could schedule another one tomorrow, or next week, or next year, or next century.
Caroline had figured this out the day that she left Mystic Falls behind. She had eternity, so she no longer felt a particular need to do this or that by a particular time, and because of it she had relaxed, and decided to take on life with a "go with the flow" attitude.
That was why this particular Saturday in August, Caroline and Klaus found themselves casually strolling into the lobby of the Parlor hotel, where they had tickets to see "The Nutcracker". They were 20 minutes late already, but weren't in any hurry, as they could always come back the next day, or the one after that. It would be playing all week.
They had gotten a little distracted before they left, because Caroline had worn a new red dress that showed a bit more cleavage than Klaus was able to handle, and they had gotten distracted. Unfortunately Caroline's dress had been ripped in half, and she had then had to change, and redo her hair.
Now, here they were, a half an hour late, strolling into the theatre (after compelling the security guard outside to let them in) amidst glares from the people whose view they were blocking.
It was a nice performance (in Caroline's opinion, Klaus was rather bored) with absolutely gorgeous costumes that had Caroline making goo-goo eyes.
As they walked out into the lobby when the show was over, Klaus complaining about how long it had been, behind them a male voice called out "Caroline!"
The woman in question spun around, to see a slightly over-weight man in his mid-30s. He looked sort of familiar to him, in a distant way.
"Caroline Forbes." The man smiled, flashing his coffee stained teeth as he took her in. "You look great, the years have done you well."
Caroline smiled kindly, confusion lingering in her eyes. "Oh, thank you, um…" She trailed off, and the guy flushed.
"Uh, Kyle Winnery. From high school?" The guy smiled proudly, puffing out his chest, sure she would remember him. When she frowned, the man deflated a little. "We had Algebra together? And history? Twice."
Caroline gave him a sheepish grin. "Oh. I'm sorry; my memory isn't as good as it used to be." She and Klaus shared a smile at the inside joke.
The man smiled weakly. "We went to homecoming together sophomore year…" At this, Klaus clenched Caroline's hand, and growled quietly under his breath, so only she could hear him.
An image of a beefy football player with an arrogant smirk came to Caroline's mind. "Of course! Kyle. Nice to see you again."
Kyle grinned, his chest puffing out again, sort of like a peacock. "I thought you would remember that. Good times. You look like you haven't aged a day since high school!"
Caroline laughed. "I use great skin products."
He laughed. "I bet. Man, I had the biggest crush on you all throughout high school."
Caroline smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say. "Oh. That's sweet."
"Wow," Kyle rubbed the back of his neck, "Caroline Forbes in New York City. Never would have believed it. Always thought you a marry a quarterback and have dozens of blonde babies, maybe lead the Miss Mystic committee.
Caroline's nose crinkled at the life he had described, one that she had wanted in high school. Now, she saw how much more was out there for her. "Well, that is in the past now. And it's actually Caroline Mikaelson now."
He blinked in confusion. "What?"
Caroline smiled, and looked over at her handsome husband, who still looked angry at the idea of the short pudgy man going to a dance with his Caroline. "This is my husband, Klaus." She gave him a kiss on the cheek, which seemed to lighten his mood.
Kyle smiled weakly. "Congratulations. How long have you been married?"
Klaus smirked at him, pulling his wife closer against his side. "Almost 6 years now."
Kyle gave a little fake chuckle, and, sensing Klaus' glare, decided it was time to go. "Well, Caroline, it was nice to see you again. Maybe sometime we could catch up with a cup of coffee…"
Klaus cut him off. "That won't be necessary. I would say it was nice to meet you, but it really wasn't. Goodbye."
He spun himself and Caroline around, and led her towards the door, away from the short man trying flirt with his wife right in front of him.
"This is why I hate going to things like this, love." Klaus muttered, pulling her against himself as they walked out into the cold New York night.
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Caroline had tried so hard.
You're strong.
She tried to resist him.
Beautiful.
She tried to hate him.
Full of light.
With every lilting word, she could feel her heart start to melt.
I fancy you.
She helped her friends kill him.
Get to know me.
It killed her inside, although she would never show it.
I dare you.
She pretended to be happy he was gone.
You make me a better person.
She tried as hard as she could to keep it together.
You're perfect.
Even when she broke up with Tyler, she tried to resist him.
You are a light in the darkness that is my world.
He tried to charm her.
I want to spend forever with you.
It worked.
I will never give up on you.
She tried to keep it holed up inside her, but she can't anymore.
I love you, Caroline.
I love you too.
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"It's simple, Klaus. It only takes like 10 seconds," Caroline said, putting her hands on her hips.
"This is what I have hybrids for." Klaus rolls his eyes.
"Seriously? You need to know how to do your own laundry." She scowled as she spoke. "I have been doing this since I was like eight."
"I know how to do it, love, I just choose not to. It is one of the advantages of being an all-powerful hybrid."
Caroline scoffs, and picks up the laundry basket she had placed at his feet. "Fine. I guess I will do it all on my own." She flips her hair dramatically, and storms out of the room.
Klaus smiles, but that smile quickly falls when she calls over her shoulder "I'm going to go spend the night at Elena's tonight."
Groaning, Klaus flashes upstairs to help his stubborn girlfriend.
"You just, you, how..." Caroline's eyes were almost popping out of her head as she took in the scene in front of her.
There was soupy water all over the laundry room floor, and Klaus himself was covered in it, dying his clothes the same blue as the detergent.
"How did you even…?" She shook her head, and walked out of the room. "Call one of your stupid hybrids you dumbass."
He grinned, pulling out his phone (which he had to wipe blue guck off of) as he heard Caroline muttering "A thousand years old and he can't figure out how to do laundry."
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"Go Timberwolves!"
"Give me a T, give me an I,"
"GO TEAM GO!"
Klaus gritted his teeth in annoyance, looking around him at the shouting students. He had come to support Caroline, because he knows that this stupid human ritual is important to her, but being around these ridiculous teenagers was making him want to rip someone's throat out.
They got all dressed up, painted their faces, made huge shiny signs, and screamed for 2 hours. He did not see any appeal in that. What was even the appeal of this game? It wasn't as interesting as real football (what these ridiculous Americans called soccer, as if) and all it seemed to do was get the players injured. It also dragged on forever. The clock kept stopping, making the game drag on even longer. He will never understand why so many people love this exasperating sport.
Also, there were the girls. Countless high school girls, covered in layers upon layers of makeup (so much he could barely see their faces under it) had approached him, and tried to hit on him.
Some girls had just come and sit near him, then slowly scooted closer, hoping he wouldn't notice. Obviously he noticed. The peroxide in their hair dye must be bleaching their brains.
Some girls would be more forward, coming and sitting next to him, asking him "Why are you sitting all alone?" or "Are you here with anyone?" or sometimes "Hi, you are hot, want to come sit by me and my friends?"
Normally he would be amused and a little flattered by all of the female attention (he is not ignorant of his good looks) but today, when he is already in a bad mood and when he only has eyes for one girl, it is mainly just irritating.
Speaking of that one girl, Caroline looks fantastic in her cheerleading outfit. Absolutely breathtaking. Perhaps he should draw a picture of her in it, and give it to her as proof he had attended one of these dreadful games.
She has been begging him to come for months, telling him how important it is to her and how none of her cheerleader friends believed her boyfriend was so hot (he had been extremely pleased at the fact she bragged about him to her fellow cheerleaders). Finally, after a lot of pleading and a promise of a private show of her cheerleading tricks (he might even make her wear the uniform during it, because damn) he had agreed to go to one game. He already regretted it.
Klaus survived the game by watching Caroline, as she jumped up and down and did some flips and twirls (that cheerleading flexibility did come in handy, he had to admit). He often found himself checking her out, although it made him mad to realize that many of the perverted teenage boys were probably doing the same thing. It is a short skirt.
At the end of the game, Klaus headed down to the edge of the stands to wait for Caroline. Her team had won, and she was celebrating with the other cheerleaders, shaking her pom-poms in the air as she cheered. She finally noticed him sulking near the end of the bleachers. Caroline squealed and rushed over to him, jumping into his arms and showering his face with kisses.
"We won!" she squealed, and Klaus smiled despite himself. Her excitement was infectious. Caroline grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the other cheerleaders, who were standing in a broken circle, talking and laughing.
"Girls, I would like you to meet my boyfriend, Klaus." Caroline grinned, leaning her head against his shoulder, clearly proud as all of the girls' eyes widened, some even letting their jaws hang open in surprise.
"Hello ladies." Klaus smirked.
"H-h-hi." One girl stuttered, a couple of other girls also greeting him, shocked.
Caroline's smirk was triumphant, as she leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Well, we should get going, busy night ahead of us. Bye girls, see you tomorrow for practice!" With a wink to her teammates, Caroline pulled Klaus towards the parking lot, giggling.
"Did you see their faces? Oh my god, that was priceless. They all totally thought I was making you up!" Caroline was absolutely beaming.
Klaus laughed. "So you talk about me?"
"Duh!" Caroline rolled her eyes.