Hello. This is an amazing story translated from Russian. I read it and asked the author to allow me to translate it in English. And only after her approval I translated it in English. So all the reviews are adressed to her not me. Her name is Mia Levis. She is trully amazing. She has an amazing talent.

I don't own TVD, and neither this story. repeat again: this is the translation from the original Russian version of the story "The Puppeeter." I published the Prologue and the 1st chapter.

Prologue

Easy, easy plays he with the ropes

And her head she easily drops.

If he starts to tight the ropes.

She will keep the way the ropes he holds.

Quickly moved her towards him.

And she falls at his feet.

And he pushed her far away.

And she is dead, dead today.

Tomorrow he will bring her back to life.

And he'll gather powder of glass.

He will give it form and shape.

And in this perfect sheath his soul he'll breathe.

And will happen this for life.

As long as pulling the strings he'll be.

As long as she, her head will bow.

Chapter I: The Beginning

Klaus POV

"You are still here? You are free now,"- I throw a quick glance at the clock and finish the sentence:" - 37 minutes."

"I have no place to go. I don't now what to do,"- you are telling me, staying still in the same straight posture, like a stone statue, without feelings.

"No place to go? What about the perfect, little pony town called MysticFalls?" – I ask being interested in your answer, arching my eyebrow while taking the glass from your hands. You even don't notice when I take a sip from your ex-glass.

"There's no waiting for me there. Too much time passed."

"Yeaaaah. Ten years – this is just way too much time. Caroline, I started to think that you have learnt not to drive yourself into the frames of common sense of the common perceptions. I guess it was my mistake. But…these are no longer my problems. Leave. You will finally be able to see the eldest of the Salvatore brothers, and your friend Stefan, your adored girlfriends... Matt. Meanwhile you will find out how much time had they needed to forget about you and give up on you. Their lives went on, and you, you played the role of Mother Theresa by giving the best years of your life to me." – The poison in my voice is felt all around, encircling us with a thick cloud, as bitter as our entire time shared together.

"Are you ever going to forgive me? Will you ever trust me? I want to stay Klaus. Not only because my previous life is ended, but also because I need you. And you need me, even if you try to hide it."

"I don't believe you at all, Caroline. Ten years, every single minute, I was trying to destroy that naïve little girl, which was so selflessly and with her unrequited love for the eldest of Salvatore. Or you are out of your mind, or you are really that dumb to consider that I need you. You were only funny. This is the reason you are still alive."

" You are lying. I was an entertainment for you only at the beginning, and then you became my friend. Don't try to deny the obvious!" – You are yelling so loud, that the air is vibrating because of your echo. Finally you look at me, fiercely removing the tears that fought to stay inside, with your little tinny palms.

"You know what? I am going to tell you everything about all these 10 years, but from my point of view. I will tell you all the things I hadn't the courage to tell before. Just listen."

"Well Caroline, you have one night, to prove me that both of us have the mutual need to coexist further together. Prove me that you finally became a personality, not just a marionette, which always obeyed me, and dutifully fulfilled all my desires, my whims, just so your precious Damon could be happy."

All this situation was so absurd. Who would've thought that you would actually want to stay? Who would've imagined that I will give you the slightest hope that not everything is lost? But I am not going to rush the things here. I don't need a puppet anymore. I need you all – stubborn, untamed, emotional, THE REAL YOU. A really long night is ahead of us, this is why I take a whole bottle of Scotch, two glasses, simply sit on the floor, crossing my legs, and point the place in front of me to be taken by you. You sat too, take the glass from my hands, take a deep breath, and you start with a quiet voice the trip into the memories of this entire history…

POV Caroline

USA, MysticFalls, May, 2010

"All what you want. Just help!"

After many years I will remember these words with a bitter smile, thoughtfully watching in one single point. It's so easy to say "what do you want" when you barely imagine the specific desires that peer the mind of your interlocutor. I, myself too, couldn't imagine that, deceivable assuming that I will only escape with a glimpse of information on his thoughts. I wanted so much to save Damon, that all the fears and the reasons that my brain was giving me were wiped, as I stopped them from forming a danger to my determination. I was so naive, imagining that I will be able to solve this particular problem all by myself, without Stefan's help. That I could help… When did all start? Maybe, from the first time we locked eyes, when I, was a naïve stupid girl, noticed the unbelievable color of his eyes and started to dream about our "happy and long, but really long" future together. Then that night happened. The night after which a string of days followed, which were for a long time wiped out of my memory. I remembered only that I love Damon, and I have to do what is comfortable to him. Further and further he started to barely notice me, and me – am I not a dull girl? I pretended to be happy and that I was madly in love with Matt. Matt is nice, his eyes are almost as blue as Damon's. It was good, really good, I truly believed, that the quick glances of the Salvatore in my direction were a display of jealousy. Then I died. I remembered. I understood that he could kill me. To save himself, to save Stefan and to save Elena. It hurt, and I started to convince myself that I hate him, that I will wipe this childish, this human, love, the hell out of my newly gained vampire heart.

I lied to myself. Aftermath I was going to rescue him when I just would've heard that he was in trouble. I tried to show myself as a mature and reasonable girl. I tried to be the friend, the helper for Damon, and not the intrusive obstacle. Nothing helped. Never. He longed for Katherine, then for Elena, had short romances, but paid no further attention to me.

When I found out he was dying, I totally forgot about those remnants of my pride, looking how to solve that deathly situation. And I found it. Your blood was it. And how did I think that it would be easy? Maybe because I have never crossed path with you, never was a part of the schemes aiming to kill you. I thought that by telling you that I want to help a friend it would make you help me, like a Middle Ages knight, just by handing me a beautiful glass filled with your precious and valuable healing blood in it.

But it wasn't this way. It was scary, when you came too close to me, taking a string of hair between your fingers, gently contouring my jaw line, my lower lip, my shoulders, my neck. You called me "dolly" and I felt that invisible net starting to surround me that it was more than enough just a glance of yours to make me do everything you would've asked for.

"All I want? How old are you Caroline?" – Your smooth and husky, and beautiful voice asked me. If I wasn't afraid of those scary feeling of the chills and goosebumps which took control over my body, I would've considered your voice beautiful.

"Seventeen."

"Just a kid, - you tell me thoughtfully, dramatically clutching strands of my hair from the back of my neck, throwing back my head so much, that tears start falling from my eyes, and the skin on the neck started to feel so tight that it seems could break any moment."

"You know what I want? I want to make some kind of a travel around the most beautiful countries for a couple of…10 years and you are coming with me, this is the only way your precious Damon will receive a little of my valuable blood. So... the verdict is?"

In that precise moment I feel my world falling apart. I will never see my mother. She will die in two years and we will not even reconcile. I will always be for her that monster. I will never see my town, people that I love. I will not get to say a goodbye, I will not be able to explain them, I will not even promise them that I will come back. I will be forgotten. Totally forgotten by them. From now on, for 10 years, you will be for me the father, the mother, the God, The Evil, my master, my slaughterer. I hated you. I hated you with each part of my body, from the blood rushing through my heated veins to the angry clenched fist. Only time have shown me some limits. And in that May evening I only hissed between my clenched teeth:

"I will go with you."