Prom – Season 4 episode 19
I thought there was maybe the need for a scene between Klaus and Caroline that took place after she asked for the dress and before she arrived at Prom and also at the end of the evening. Hope you enjoy! :) It begins when Caroline arrives to ask for the dress and continues...
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Klaus stood glaring at the fireplace. The flames rose high towards the top, mesmorizing in their varied colours but Klaus was thinking only of the betrayal of Elijah and Rebekah and the possibility of evil unleashed by Silas.
He heard the door open and smelled her scent before she even spoke but even the thought of seeing Caroline couldn't lighten his mood just at the moment.
"Klaus? Klaus? Kl.., hello, did you not hear me?" she spoke, demanding.
"Of course I heard you, Caroline, I think the whole of Mystic Falls heard you. I'm in no mood for company."
"Well I'm sorry that you're having personal issues but I have a real crisis on my hands. Elena stole my prom dress. I went to pick it up and the tailor said that someone else already did and when I asked who, she said she couldn't remember. Hello, the vervain is out of the town water supply, she was compelled."
Klaus laughed, shaking his head a little. She was a spitfire in front of him, temper and eyebrows raised at the injustice of only a lost dress. Maybe his mood could be lifted after all.
"It. is. Not. Funny" she gritted out through her teeth.
"I know, I know" he replied, laughter barely contained behind his smile.
"Then stop laughing." Caroline gave a little sigh, the sound drawing his eyes to her lips. "Look I know that prom isn't important to you but it's important to me." she finished, sounding sad, vulnerable and unsure all at the same time.
"Well, surely finding another dress is well within your substantial vampire capabilites."
"Oh but I don't want just another dress. I want to look hot, like Princess Grace of Monaco hot." Stepping forward slightly she tossed her hair and fluttered her eyelashes at him in the age old language of a young maiden trying to get her way. "So, could you please go back into your creepy trophy case of family collectibles and dig me out something of royal calibre?" she finished with a beseeching smile.
What else could Klaus do? As always he was mesmorised by her, all he could do is nod in agreement. Anything to make his Caroline happy.
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Klaus turned as Caroline entered the room, thinking that she was nothing short of perfection. The cream floor length gown flowed down her body, clinging to her curves in all the right places. Her hair was swept up away from her neck, a few pieces fell around her face and his fingers itched to tuck them away or just to linger for a moment on her skin. His eyes took in her whole appearance and once again wondered if she would ever be his. Knowing she wasn't ready yet for anymore declarations of his esteem for her, he chose his words carefully.
"These were floating around too. Rebekah seems to have boxes of this kind of stuff but I think they would look beautiful in your hair."
As he held up a few silver hairpins that perfectly complimented the gown, Caroline girlishly clapped her hands together a few times with a huge grin before calmly down and back to the sophisticated beauty she looked. "That would be wonderful, would you mind?" she asked, turning so her back was to him.
"Not at all" he replied, grateful he had made her smile. Her hair, woven into an intricate pattern across her head was beautiful already but as his fingers fumbled to slide the pins into her hair, he revelled in the opportunity to lightly touch her without her pulling back in fear or revulsion. Of course, both those reactions were perfectly legitimate considering everything Klaus had done to Caroline and her friends. How often Klaus wondered if there was a way to undo even some of it so that she could eventually begin to love him.
"Lovely" he stated, stepping back as she turned around to face him again, her hands touching the clips, testing that they would stay in place. Then her hand dropped and there was a moment of awkwardness between them. This newly discovered attempt at friendship was at such an early stage. What does one say to someone who has vowed to kill your boyfriend if he ever shows his face again or to someone who said that you can't be fixed?
Klaus cleared his throat lightly before quietly speaking."Did you know Caroline that flowers have a language all of their own? For example a white crysanthemum means truth while lavender means devotion. It's how lovers and suitors used to communicate before it became acceptable to just blurt out your feelings whenever you wanted like people do these days."
Taking a flower from off the side table, he handed her a solitary red rosebud.
"What does this one mean then?" She asked, taking it from him with a small, half smile.
He stalled a little, tentatively stating "It means pure and lovely, very fitting."
Caroline lowered her eyelashes against her creamy skin, a slight blush rising in her cheeks as she inhaled the roses' scent.
Klaus took advantage of her distraction to move like a breeze and stand in front of her. Leaning forward she was frozen in her movements by his voice whispering into her ear. "Princess Grace hot is an understatement Caroline. You are divine."
Then he stepped back, not wanting to appear too vulnerable before her. He may be falling in love with this baby vamp but he wasn't ready to lay all his cards on the table yet.
"And now love, I think you are ready for the ball" he said, holding out his arm.
Caroline looked at him a moment, head tilted slightly to the side as if attempting to work him out. Then she reached for his arm as he gently escorted her to the door. "Thank you Klaus for the dress".
"You're welcome Caroline. Enjoy your dance sweetheart, you deserve to have a wonderful night."
She stepped through the door, disappearing into the dark and he closed it behind her wondering what she would make of his surprise later in the evening.
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Stepping out of the dress at the end of the evening, Caroline fingered the fabric as she laid it on the end of her bed. She had felt beautiful in that dress. The red one Elena had stolen from her was gorgeous but the one Klaus had found for her was the kind of classic gown that would make any girl feel like royalty.
Seeing Tyler and dancing with him had been a wonderful part of the evening, saying goodbye to him had not. "If only Klaus would stop being such a raging psychopath and let Tyler be" she thought with a frown.
But thinking of Klaus only made her uncomfortable. The hatred she felt over the last months was dwindling. He brought out so many confusing emotions in her. What girl couldn't help but be flattered by the attention of a man who lavished you with gifts? And then cause her stress and fear when he threatened her safety only to rescue her again and again. The fact he was attractive wasn't helping, more than once she had thought about his lips as they spoke her name and wondered what they would feel like against her own.
Shaking her head free of these sudden and unwanted thoughts, Caroline strode into her bathroom to shower away the evening before she could collapse into bed. She felt exhausted.
Fifteen minutes later she came out again, dressed in a robe, towel drying her hair as she walked then stopped dead in her tracks. On her side table was a display of flowers that hadn't been there earlier. She walked over, taking in the beautiful hues of red and white. There was a note attached and she picked it up, recognising the writing as she opened it.
These also seem apt. Hope your evening was all you wanted it to be. Klaus
Taking the flowers in her hands, she spun the display around, noting the different kinds, enjoying their beauty and fragrance. Jumping onto the bed, she brought up the net and looked up the meaning of each flower sitting back with a gulp as each meaning was revealed. The white Peonies meant aphrodisiac, the red tulips were a declaration of love and the babies breath indicated everlasting love.
Her exhaustion from earlier seemed to dissapear as she sat thinking well into the early hours of the morning, trying to make sense of her feelings for Klaus and what that meant for Tyler and their future together. When she finally felt sleep begin to take her, it wasn't the strong, dark good looks of Tyler that overwhelmed her mind. The lingering accent and whispers of sweetheart were the lullaby of which she dreamed.
What do you think? Any other Klaroline you want added anywhere else?
