Hi guys :) This is my first fanfic and I really hope you enjoy it. If there are any spelling mistakes then sowwy :( I kind of randomly got the idea and I haven't really based it after an episode. Imagine it like in the future. No negative comments please but I can take constructive criticism :D If you like it then comment below and I'll make it like a weekly basis? Okay thanks guys :* - Sevil

I stared out onto the white water… The soothing yet distraught noises of the waves smacking and caressing the razor rocks. The cold wind slashed at my skin, blonde tumbleweeds of hair flying and soaring into my face, the smell of salt and lavender a foreign amalgamation of savoury and sweet. I sighed inwardly, the bleak grey sky swimming with ominous clouds singing that rain and thunder will shower us soon. It didn't matter…

They were all gone, just a whisper in the air, fragments in the wind rolling through the earth, the glitter in the harsh snow – Gone. I was left, a lonely island in a royal ocean full of life and deep secrets. I found it on a rocky hill… A picture perfect white house with roses and paths leading to happiness... It should've been a fairy tale house… I found it with ivy clinging on the walls with claws of the devil and dark greens that emerald city would even shine with envy. It was left abandoned… No life. No life in the walls, no life in the floors, no life in the windows which should've shone with warm serene lights. I was drawn to its isolation, to its loneliness… I wanted to be its friend; I wanted to share my loneliness with it. I stepped into the house and I felt rooted to it…

The cry of a seagull brought me back to life, back to reality… Back to the silence of just me and my psychologically screwed up mind…

"A penny for your thoughts?" I stood up whipping myself around, fangs bearing, snarling a venomous threat like a lioness protecting her cubs. I took a step back, the heel of my boot skirting on the edge of the cliff, little pieces of rubble falling to their deaths into the water. I waved my arms for some balance and fell forward onto my knees, a small 'umph' escaping my lips but no severe pain struck me, the beautiful curse of being a monster… Eyes wide like a deer, head lifted to face the mysterious voice and I'm met with blue eyes, dirty blonde hair and the most alluring stubble I've seen in such a long time. My eyes – a camera with face recognition, his face setting a million scenes of the times I've seen him, thought of him, touched him…A montage fit for a Parisian love story. But his voice, it felt strange, it felt foreign to my ears like a tourist in a third world country – surreal. He knelt down, one knee grazing the icy gravel entwined with mud, the other in front of his chest. I couldn't even breathe, not that air was a necessity for me anyways…The oxygen unnecessary for the thick blood unmoving in my iron veins. My tongue felt dry and the wall of my mouth was sandpaper and refused to allow any moisture in my mouth, it was like swallowing a golf ball encrusted in spikes. I could feel my body quavering with shock, every nerve in my body unresponsive, singed at the ends and frozen in time. My thick hair scattered itself over my face, blonde glinting in my eyes, the wind blowing a cloud of bitter air onto my face, goose bumps rippling on my skin like a wave rising then falling. His heavy breathing was euphoric to me, the silence was a gift and I appreciated it like it was gold given to a child's hand. I flickered my glassy eyes caused by the biting wind to his penetrating ones and I saw nothing, a blank canvas. Where was the man who offered to show me the world? Where was the artist who offered to draw me for a life time? Where was the man who wanted to be my lover? Where was the man who changed my life forever?

"You have something I want," He whispered. I felt my eyes go wider and with the adrenaline coursing through me, I jumped up and ran as fast as I could. My reaction time impeccable - even Usain Bolt would be jealous... But he's never had to run for his life... His survival.

Fuck.

Vampire speed or not I knew he would catch up to me but I was the prey and he was the hunter. I threw myself into the house and pulled pout the stake I hid in my boot, coated with ash from the infamous white oak tree. I let out the breath of a tired dragon and thanked God that he wasn't able to enter the house and slumped forward and placing my hands on my knees, letting out a guttural cry.

How did he find me? How did he find out? I knew it was too late… Emotionally I'm tired, I'm cut up and been left to be chewed by the pack of dogs. My body, my emotions, my hope gave up on me and wilted like Belles' rose months ago and I started to heave, my chest racked with pain and before I knew it the torrents unleashed and the race began…Which tear would reach the bottom of my cheek first? I squeezed my eyes shut and my other senses became alive… I could feel this numb sensation in my right hand and I peeled my eyes open and saw my knuckles turn chalky white, the bones protruding from under my skin in frightening angles. I looked at the death grip on the stake and my emotions heightened further and anger flourished within me like a flower opening to the suns warming rays. I screamed painfully and chucked the stake away from me and clutched my hand to my chest, my hand bobbed up and down from the hiccups and sobs that slipped out of my mouth.

"Why?! Why you bastard?! Why now?" I spat with venom but the anger only subsided into fear and I just began to whimper like a small puppy and slowly the tears dried up leaving my skin feeling tight like leather and the dry heaves took the place of the blubbering hiccups.

" You have something I want… Don't make me say please" He was through the front door in an instance and was just inches away from me… I didn't even have the chance to think

" How-? How did you get into my house..?" I started out strong, my voice unbroken and assured but as I looked at him, as those stupid montages reappeared, my tongue lost its song and my voice died into a whisper only angels could hear.

" Correction love – MY house" He smirked…

"No..." I whispered, fear washing through me, my heart pounding to the beat of an African drum. I could feel ice crackling and soaring through my heart, stopping it from feeling - Frozen, isolated, cold to emotion. All I knew was that the waves and seagulls in the outside world were real and that I was somehow dreaming.

"Where is it?" He growled at me as he pushed me into the conservatery's wall. I swallowed my pain and felt the impact. I pushed myself off and I instantly knew that there was a crevasse of where my body hit it and cracks leaked from it like ink on paper.

"Where's what?" I said with more projection and confidence as I squared my shoulders and walked up to his face, the tips of our shoes touching. I could feel the sexy, euphoric, ecstacy like breath of his on my

mouth and my stomach filled itself as a net with fluttering butterfly wings being newly awaken after so long..

"Care... You know what I mean...Don't push me" He said with a clenched jaw.. His british accent thick and seductive. The threat in his voice made my skin crawl and a cold claw ran its hand down my spine sending the shivers of a ghost. I shrugged my shoulders and acted as if I was totally dumbfounded... Please don't make a sound I begged to the one thing I kept dear to my heart. Klaus snarled at me and grabbed my hair, dragging me to the staircase across the room. My scalp felt as if hundreds of needles were stabbing their way into my skin, the roots becoming uplifted, yanked and teared from their places. I screamed in agony and quickly slapped my mouth with my hands... I can't afford anything making a noise that will draw attention.

"Caroline! Where is it?!" He roared, fangs bearing, eyes turning into the eyes of a hybrid. Lethal and heart stopping. I squeaked in fear as he looked at me directly in the eyes. He growled in frustration and dropped me onto the stairs.

"If you won't tell me I'll look myself," he said nonchalantly. He took a step and I pushed myself up and stumbled forward, arms and hair flailing in unison. I climbed up the stairs whilst pushing him down, unexpectant of my speed and sheer strength he fell backwards. I saw this as my opportunity and cried with tears streaming down my face whilst scraping my hands on the walls trying to get to my world. It felt as if I was in a horror film and everything was purposefuly in slowmotion so the audience could breathe in and enjoy my raw pain. I saw the end of the rainbow, the treasure - the door. I threw myself to it and flung it open so hard that there was a hole in the wall, the plaster crumbling onto the floor like my heart crumbling at the sight I was seeing...

Heart ache - Inevitable

Fear - Inevitable

Anger - Inevitable

Sadness - Inevitable

...

He stood there, a picture frozen in time, eyes wider than the moon, fangs bearing... An amalgamation of raw shock and anger.

"What is that?" He spat as he pointed his pale finger to the last person left for me. I swallowed loudly and choked on my unspoken, dry words. I dropped my gaze onto the chocolate brown floor boards and felt his belittleing stare burn a hole through me.

"I said , what is that!?" He screeched in a deep grumbling volcano like voice... The essence of wolf and vampire, a beautifully ominous hybrid coming to life. The fire has now been ignited. The soft lime light trembled from the ceiling and suddenly sleeping beauty woke up from the pain free deep sleep that I wish I could have and sharp cries filled the room, echoing and ricochetting from the walls and into our ears...

I edged closer to the door, my finger tips sliding onto the handle.

"What is that?" He yelled. I felt myself jump at his voice and nimbly replied with a "baby"

"I know what that god damn thing is! Who's is it?!"

"I found her on my doorstep, I don't know who's she is" Lie.

"Do not lie to me Care." He said through gritted teeth

"I'm not lying!" Lie.

"I know you...Inside and out. You're lying to me right now" Each word was coated in venom especially for me, some encrusted with diamon spikes for an extra edge.

"I will hurt you and that thing if you don't tell me..." He took a step forward, his leather biker boot closer to my ballet pump than ever. When threatened to hurt the fragile being in my arms, I could feel my heart get torn by his hybrid claws all over again and my breathing had its own pattern that my chest has never seen before. I just wanted to run but it wasn't that easy. If I ran not only would he kill me but he'd hurt someone very important to him and he wouldnt even know it. Life or death... Like i've never faced that before I heard my subconcious say sarcastically. I looked down at the two bottle green orbs and the small english rose lips and knew that if she ever got hurt I'd never forgive myself...Ever. I took a deep breath and looked up at the beast, his muscle in his jaw was twitching and slowly his eyes were turning yellow and his breathing was getting hoarse and deeper like a smoker.

"Elena and Matt. She's Elena's and Matt's... The night they died on the bridge, they brought her to me. Please Klaus... Please don't hurt her." Lies and more lies. Klaus howled a laugh, his fangs gleaming evily in the pale light. He took a step backwards and I felt some air travel into my lungs, the banging in my head ceasing. The silence was deadly until the voice of an evil angel brang it to life.

"Oh I'm not going to hurt her or kill her...I'm going to watch her grow up."

And that was the day heaven and hell colided.

The kettle screaming brought me back into reality and I quickly turned the knob off for the cooker. I looked down at sleeping beauty in the babybjorn on my chest and tears pricked my eyes.

"Fuck, what have I done?"

"Made my life a whole lot easier" I gripped the mug in my hand, scared to even breath... One move and he kills us. I'm a hostage in my own home, well legally his home now but I refuse to believe it. He's bluffing, that's all he knows. I slowly poured some tea into the mug, my hand quavering from the anger and fear corrupting my mind and then turned around and slid the mug to his hands. Klaus, sat there comfortably as if he was already in the equation, in the picture of my life, my routine and brought the mug to his lips, eyes boaring into mine. I dropped my gaze onto the floor and decided to go give the little chick a bath.

The bath tub languidly fulled itself up, the glug glug glug of the water lapping and sloshing against the porcelain, green eyes gleaming, she clapped her chubby little hands together and I chuckled out loud.

"Yeah! We're gonna go for a bath! You and mommy together" I swooped her up and started to blow raspberries on her stomach, the octave giggles of a baby singing in my ears. In less than a second, I was undressed, ready for bath time with my baby. I carefully got into the bath tub and lowered both me and the very excited baby in and pressed my back to the end of the bath tub, baby facing me, the water up to her dainty knees. I sat her down and trickled the luke warm water over her golden halo of hair and was suddenly sprayed with water and baby spit. I squinted my eyes at the giggling monster accusingly but with a smile stretched across my face. I fake gasped and laughed:

"What are you doing to mommy?! That's not nice!" and then tickled her pale stomach. Bath time progressed as usual, without the devil, the beast. - Klaus, walking into the little quiet time I have and it ended with me holding my little girl to my chest, her miniscule fists at the base of my neck in a small hug. The water tinked as it dripped from the tap, the cold tiles enabling the noise to become so loud and superior, that it made me quiet and inferior. I could feel the walls around my mind begin to seal again... It only oppened when I had to share my life with the little on my heart and now I could feel it closing and I'm falling down an abyss... Alice down the tunnel. I can't afford to close up and leave my babe on her own... It's what he wants, what the monster wants, what the devil wants, what her father wants...

He doesn't even know her name.

"Swining in the backyard, pull up in your fast car whistling my name. Open up a beer and you say get over here and play a video game. I'm in his favourite sundress-" I stopped in time as her wings of lashes fluttered shut against her cheeks. I bent down to kiss her warm forehead and flicked the baby monitor by her crib and the one on my belt buckle on. I crept out of the room and flashed down into the living room and saw that it was empty. The huge windows that looked out onto the cliffs and white waves had frost clinging at the corners, no drapes blocking the strong sunlight, the speckles of dancing dust illuminated the air as if they were fairies at a ball.

"You should put some god damn curtains in here" Klaus spat as he appeared next to me, his finger tips slightly brushing mine.

"I want her to grow up with as much sunlight as possible... It's something that shouldn't be feared of," I mumbled quietly.

"Oh don't you worry love. I'm going to make sure she lives a wonderful life."

"As a donor of course..." I hissed at him as I turned around to face his green eyes. He smiled, fangs shimmering in the sunlight, eyes a light with pride and egoism.

"She won't even know, and it's only a small vial a year..." He nonchanantly said, as he walked up to the window, the sound of his infamous biker boots clacking against the wooden floorboards.

"Her name is Lana" I spat, angry at the fact that he kept calling her "she" whilst I'd call her my babe or my world. When he heard the name, he spun around so fast I couldn't even register the big whirl of colour or the clutching hand around my throat.

"You what?"

2 years ago

Klaus drew circles on my stomach as we lay in my bed, flustered and sweaty from our sweet reunion... His brother Elijah made him chase him round the whole of America and it didn't end as well as Klaus wanted it to.

"Klaus?"

"Mhm" He mumbled as a yes.

"I wish we could have kids-" He stopped tracing the delicate circles on my stomach and looked up at me, creases in his forehead appearing with thought.

"Care...Love..." His warm hand cupped my cheek and I pressed my skin onto his, nuzzling his palm. He kissed the space between my breasts and I let myself slide down so that I wasn't sitting up anymore. He climbed over me, his arms creating a barrier of the outside world around my head. I looked up at him and I couldn't believe I was with the enemy...But I couldn't see him as a beast or a soul taker. I just saw him as Klaus...A man I really love.

He smiled his infamous smile and rubbed his nose against my cheek and settled his lips on my neck, pecking and nibbling here and there. My stomach started to knot and I could feel myself surrendering to his touch, to his warmth.

"We have a world to explore, years to think, centuries to regret...Live now Caroline" He said softly by my ear and brought his body to mine.

When the autumn colours splashed against my closed eyelids. I woke up to his light snore and quickly grabbed the pen from the night stand and scrawled the name Lana on his chest where his heart was and put the pen away, falling back asleep.

"So you remembered then?" I managed to choke out as he dropped me onto the floor, my body sagging like a sack of potatoes. He whipped around and screamed so loud that the chandelier shook on the ceiling:

"Of course I fucking do!" He let out the growl of the ominously beautiful hybrid he is and ran his hands through his hair.

" How dare you? How dare you name that child a name so sacred?" He spat at me, his venomous spit burning into my skin. I laughed out loud as I stood up and walked to his face, nose touching nose and slowly, angrily yet seductively said:

"If you were here 2 months ago, you'd know"

"What's that supposed to mean Caroline?" He cocked his head and murmed even more seductively.

"Look at her Klaus and you might know," With that I walked out the room, hips swaying delighted with myself that I left him frozen in the middle of the room