Hey guys, it's Kat. (Obviously.)
I made a new story! Yaaay. (Not fake enthusiasm..)
To be absolutely clear, this story might not be updated as much because I only go on FF when I feel inspired or when I get a little regretful because I haven't added any new chapters to La La Land or The Vampire Stupid Diaries.
And like I said, I'm feeling inspired by the Role Reverse thing people have going on and I definitely love this specific one, 'Looks Can Be Deceiving' It's amazingly pornographic, in my words. The best one so far though is, 'Queen Of The Heartless' which I'm not going to lie I think is better than the first one. It's full of pure Klaroline porn so if you haven't read it, I recommend it.
ANYWAYS! LETS START THIS STORY. WOO...
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2011
Virginia
Mystic Falls
'I said to my soul, be still, and wait...so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.' -T.S Eliot
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01:30 PM
somewhere outside of Mystic Falls.
Bolgher's Bar
"Come on now," the man with the sticky hands rubbed her back, in attempt of a soothing manner, but all it did was bring even more anger through her. His smile gleamed danger and showed the disgusting curtain of yellow teeth. The smell was worn out body and sweat layered on the stranger's skin.
The woman tried to free off his grip but he was stronger, from being male she thought, and clasped her to him, his hand slipping into her clothing from underneath and mapping her stomach. She shivered in disgust and surpassed the tears that threatened to fall.
"Why don't you come with me and I can take you somewhere nice and cozay? Eh'? What do you say?" he suggested, his hands already unbuttoning his jeans. She clasped her hand to her mouth and finally screamed, the sound echoing in the alleyway. He grunted when she scraped his cheek with her nails and fell back to the wall.
He hissed. "Little bitch!" And made a beeline for her, his angry red eyes big and wide with the most unhuman look in it. When he nearly caught up with her she cursed, regretting her actions the minute she did it.
He was minutes away from her, and second now and she'll be dead.
Or possibly raped.
Just as she closed her eyes, she heard the sound of a sickening crack behind her, and briefly wondered if he killed someone, or if someone killed him for her.
But then she shook her head.
No one would dare save her. She was worthless.
Worthless blonde.
Worthless whore.
Worthless Freya.
And before she could think of any other shaming names, a sweet voice called out to her from behind.
"Too frightened to turn around are we hun'?"
Freya didn't dare turn around. No matter who her saviour was, they obviously wanted something from her, and she didn't know what else she could give people other than her body.
"No," she muttered.
"Then why don't you turn around?"
Freya gritted her teeth. "Because you want something."
The sweet voice just laughed playfully.
"Your correct. I do want something,"
Her heart thundered in her chest loudly, awaiting the voice's response.
"But I won't hurt you for it."
Confused, Freya finally did turn around, and her eyes nearly popped out of her face from what she saw.
The owner of the sweet voice was a woman. She was a blonde with curly hair that twirled down her shoulder blades. Her eyes blue and her skin pale. She had a body she would wish for, curvy and not at all flat.
"My name is Caroline. Caroline Forbes."
Realisation struck and Freya opened her mouth, closing it again after being too afraid to say anything. She stuttered slowly, her legs too frightened to walk towards the woman. She had heard of Caroline Forbes. The monster who creeped in the darkness at night, the living bloody mary til this day. The real vampire who had lived a thousand years and was there when the bloodsuckers were created. It was a scary scene in her head, more nauseating actually, imagining the blonde serial killer sucking her dry.
But as she looked at the woman now, the glowing blonde with the bright white teeth that shone through Freya so much she thought she would be blinded, she could see the kindness and interest in her eyes. It was there, behind all the death and kill that she was used to seeing in vampire's eyes, she could just see it.
And from what she could tell, Caroline didn't look like the type to break her promises.
So with a deep breath, and a shuddering glance at the woman infront of her, she hesitatingly lifted a hand.
"Freya Mikaelson."
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"Where is she?" Stefan mumbled to no one in particular as he pressed down on the phone again. The beeping ceased and he shouted angrily. When he dialled again, and it didn't pick up, he threw the phone to the wall.
The maid screamed in fright, and immediately stopped walking, halting in her place.
Stefan eyed her and approached, his eyes turning red and his fang coming out to play.
"Stay still. This won't hurt the slightest." he lied, his face leaning towards her neck, breath heating her face as she tried not to make a sound, or move for the matter.
He swiftly gripped her hips with his hands, clawing at it and sinking his teeth into her neck. She gasped from the cruel tearing of her skin, and she failed to keep her scream inside her mouth. It rippled through the hallway of the mansion, and she trembled coldly.
He ignored her obvious agony, and continued to drink. Her skin began to pale and she let out a last breath before sagging to the floor, Stefan's small chuckle being the last thing the maid heard.
"Sorry lass, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." he said as he stood above her body, fully sated.
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Freya was a peasant.
Not in a bad way of course.
But she was utterly, indescribably, and unflatteringly poor.
And again, Caroline didn't mind.
She was a good human, as far as she could tell, and Caroline felt a little bad about what she was going to do with her when her visit was over. It had to be done, nonetheless, and she couldn't get guilt into her way.
And so, as they walked towards the small house, Caroline listed ways on how to kill the spineless girl without feeling remorse.
"This is your home?" Caroline asked the girl as they walked inside, her eye quickly darting to the paintings on the walls before anything else. They were amazing and skilfully drawn, and the colours almost spoke out to her. She knew the girl hadn't painted them, obviously, but she knew that they were deeply connected to Freya.
"Who drew these?" she asked before Freya could answer her earlier question.
Freya stuttered forward, her eyes glancing at all the paintings at once.
"I'm not sure I should tell you, miss."
"Your not sure? Darling, I'm not going to kill you. I already stated so already. Now be a good girl go get us some tea and tell me who created these paintings." The blonde ordered, walking into the small livingroom. It was a small house, a flat, with only four doors down the hallway. She almost thought Freya lived in a small cottage somewhere and lied about her home. Except, she saw the frames on the walls, ones with her and another woman who to her appeared to be her mother.
Freya looked stunned, and stood in her place for a few seconds to decipher what had just happened before Caroline's sudden "I'm waiting!" snapped her out of her daydreaming.
"I just hope Niklaus doesn't come home tonight.." she mumbled, her hands fumbling with the teapot.
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Guys. I gotta pee.
I'll just end it here and do the other chapter tomorrow.
Hope you liked this boring introduction for Caroline, I just wanted to show you a little bit of how she would be acting in the future chapters, and hopefully Klaus will fall at her feet from first glance.
Oh and, the only words Caroline will be using as pet names will be; Honey, Hun, Darling, Lovely.
So Klaus is keeping his Sweethearts and Loves! Yaa.. -
Okay now I gotta pee. Bye.
Katie ❤
