A/N: Hey! I basically did the Hunger Games, but the Vampire Diaries style. It's not going to be exactly like the Hunger Games, just the basic idea of it.

I do hope you guys like it though! Please review, they mean a lot to me. :)

Chapter 1 - It isn't possible

"Caroline Forbes."

-T-V-D-T-H-G- Flashback.

"Are you coming or not, Blondie?" He yelled over his shoulder, annoyance hinting in his tone. She had observed anxiously as he made a grab for the surface of the mountain. His demeanor was consumed with with genuine determination as Caroline watched from afar with discreet admiration. He was stupid, he was. Climbing a mountain. She scoffed.

"You're going to hurt yourself! And, if you are, I'll be there telling you that I was right. Like I always am," she stated proudly.

Her companion glowered teasingly at her, peering downwards at the skeptical blonde. He swung his leg over, applying his upper body strength, so that he was capable of sitting on the edge of the cliff. "Bloody hell, Care. Take a chance! It's not as if I'll let anything hurt you. You know, I wouldn't. Come on. I dare you." He grinned at her triumphantly, his british accent thick."The view up here is almost as beautiful as you, love."

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"Fine. Your cheesy pick up lines aren't going to get you lucky. Just saying," she remarked, scrunching her nose. And, with that, Caroline began her climb.

Caroline's fingers enclosed around a sturdy rock, exploiting the years of practice that she obtained assisting her father by handing him stodgy utensils and pulled herself up. She could thank her father for contributing in building her strength indefinitely. She continued to gracefully ascend towards her smirking friend, finding that she was nearly at the peak of the mountain. Having to realize that she was nearing her destination, she shot a smirk at his direction. He thrust a hand nigh to her face, Caroline hastily grasped hold of it. He pulled her up effortlessly, draping an arm around her shoulders, closing the distance between them. They were quite high up, though, it wasn't a predicament for either of them. They weren't afraid of heights. They weren't exactly frightened of anything as long as they were near each other's presence.

"I made it," she laughed.

"Of course, you did. You're strong."

"Now, now, there's no need to be all sentimental." She could point out the angered, sad glint in his bottomless, azure eyes. The emotion that he held with those two words warmed her heart. She always knew how to decipher emotions and thoughts, but his, always seemed to confuse her a great deal. Caroline didn't know the reason. Though, she could very well claim that he had constant mood swings.

When he didn't respond, her eyes flickered towards the view before them. It was undeniably beautiful, no doubt. It was a drastic change from the normal view that she always perceived. Instead of the casually polluted air and dull, uninviting scenery of District 13, she was introduced to an endless amount of trees. There was plenty of green. It was absolutely lovely. The air was tainted with thin mist, the breeze drove towards their direction. Caroline even spotted a pair of fluttering mockingjays cutting through the mist. A grin crept onto her lips, nudging at her companion, gesturing towards the direction of the majestic birds.

"Look!" When he failed to respond once more, her head turned slightly to face him. Her golden curls bounced with the swift movement. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

She scoffed."I know you better than that. I can't fix the problem if you don't tell me."

"It's nothing," he had insisted.

Caroline arched a brow at him, expecting for him to blurt out what bothered him. Usually her relentless glares did the trick. And, it did much to his chagrin.

He scowled at her before leaning closer to her as if he was suspicious of their surroundings. What was there to be worried about? "It's just that… Remember the rumors? About the Capitol demolishing our district?"

Caroline blinked. Her brows furrowed together, parting her lips slightly at his words. "Yes," she said, cautiously, patiently waiting for the bomb that he was about to place.

"It's true." There was the bomb. Well, part of it. "We need to inform our families, Care. We need to flee. If they don't believe us, then, we have to leave anyway. I'm not risking anything. I just can't believe that they've decided to annihilate District 13. We're the ones who cover the explosions." He shook his head.

"I believe you, but," There was always a but. She scooted away from him, her eyes flashing to meet his. "what do you mean? We can't just run away, if they don't believe us… We just abandon them like that?" Caroline snapped her fingers.

"Yes."

"Niklaus…"

"Caroline, it's the only way. I care deeply for my family, but if they fail to believe me, then, it's their misfortune," he retorted, clenching his fists, clearly frustrated with the entire situation.

"I'll come with you, but we need to be certain."

"Fair enough." Klaus snaked his hand, so that it was placed comfortably on top of hers. She didn't move her hand away.

"Where would we run off to?" Caroline asked.

"Anywhere you desire. love." The characteristic smirk replaced his solemn smile and Caroline reflexively rolled her eyes. "It's your pick."

-T-V-D-T-H-G-

Caroline blinked repetitively, her lips pressed into a firm line. Caroline would rather live in her memories than this reality any day.

She stood. The woman's words could be compared to being constantly tortured. A relentless jab at her shoulder blade had interrupted her thoughts, reining her into reality. Reluctantly. She understood that the day would eventually come, -that her association with freedom was limited- but she had restrained herself to strictly only positive thoughts.

Caroline took a hesitant step forward. She didn't have a choice. She was to attend the 71rst annual Hunger Games.

"Just a few more steps, Caroline. I'm ready for this," she mumbled under her breath, her gaze cast downwards at her shoes. Caroline halted beside the perky woman who had chosen her out of the hundreds to have an inevitable death. Lucky me, she thought, resentfully. She didn't even know the woman and she was already signing her death sentence. The young blonde was destined to attend the arena of death anyway though. She didn't know the name of the newcomer who chose the names, but she didn't care for her much.

Caroline finally allowed herself to a mere glance at the audience before her. Everyone appeared to be layered in battered, murky clothing, their overly ecstatic smiles blinding Caroline's vision. The Peacekeepers retained their expressionless facade, but Caroline knew that she was to be their center of amusement later. Sick bastards, she thought. The walls of the auditorium was undeniably dull for there was no décor that was to be displayed. Just emptiness. Everyone stood, their eyes trained to focus on Caroline and only Caroline. Their dark, entertained stares held everything, with the exception of comfort. Even so, the room seemed to grow smaller and even more unbearable in her perspective. Though, the only reason she would have to continue to feel the morbid emotion was because of the audience that she'd have to endure.

She was one of them once. Standing in the audience, merely staring at the two people that was to be either dead or alive. She knew what they wanted from the tributes. If she desired to continue breathing at all, then she'd have to give them what they wanted.

A smile.

She needed something that indicated that she was more than proud to be a tribute. That she was proud about the fact that she'd entertain them with her brutal death.

Daringly, she gently removed the mike from the woman's hands and held it in her own. "I'm proud," she commenced, "to be a tribute. Thank you for blessing me with this wonderful opportunity," Caroline plastered a fake, authentic enough smile and offered them a single nod. The crowed had erupted into a frenzy of tumultuous claps and yells. It had worked.

"That's wonderful, dear," she stated. The pink woman threw her a tight smile. She appeared to be a bit bitter about Caroline removing the mike from her hands. "Now, for the male tribute."

Her hand rummaged around the small envelopes before making a leisure grab at one. "Well, well, well. Jeremy Gilbert, come forward!"

The boy's reaction differentiated from Caroline's. His stride was threaded with confidence, though his facial disposition said otherwise. It was consumed with fake happiness, though Caroline knew better. His light brown eyes gave it all away. His stance was rigid, mirroring Caroline's first reaction to when she was recognized to be a tribute. Jeremy appeared to be lanky, though he obtained a certain quality that made Caroline presume that he was quite humble. Perhaps, it's the way his face was constructed, she didn't know. He assumed his place on the other side of the pink lady. She had no recollection of spotting the Gilbert kid in the streets of District 2. That didn't matter now. They were going to get to know each other a hell of a lot better now.

He had nothing to say like the majority of the tributes who had been chosen. It was a rational decision, but of course, Caroline knew better.

She was to be the shiny, new, untouched toy despite her distaste. Caroline was going to be known. She was to be honored if she were to die or to survive. That's the way she always intended for it to be.

Out of all things she was chosen for, it had to be this.

"And we have our tributes!" The woman stated merrily as the swarm of ruthless people commenced their round of applause. How lovely.

"May the odds be ever in your favor." And with that, Caroline and Jeremy turned to initiate the beginning of their imminent deaths.

TVD-THG

Klaus expected this cruelty of them. The Peacekeepers, that is. Perhaps, they knew his secret, perhaps not. Either way, he was screwed and there was no denying it.

Niklaus was chosen to be a tribute in the 71st annual Hunger Games.

An inaudible groan had left his lips, his fists clenched in utter distress. Klaus was on a train, headed towards the capitol. Each minute that flew drew them closer towards an arena contaminated with death. The thought wasn't very appealing.

His eyes flickered involuntarily towards the other person that was chosen to be a tribute. Elena Flemming, was it? Klaus had already assumed that is was the young woman's name. If he wasn't so distraught by the fact that he was selected to be a pawn in a immensely perilous game, then perhaps, he might of remembered.

Elena Flemming appeared very tense, her posture mirroring a princess's stance. Her eyebrows knitted together, indicating that she was entrapped in her thoughts which he presumed weren't soothing ones. A lengthy, auburn braid settled contently on her shoulder, clinging snugly to her neck. Her barren gaze was fixed securely on her fingers which were shaking horribly. Her dress was something that Klaus had never set eyes on, its abnormality befuddling the man. To others, it would appear eligible. In Klaus's perspective she was trying a bit too hard. Elena desired to look presentable, so it seemed, unlike Klaus.

Without warning, her eyes flashed to meet his, resultantly causing him to avert his attention elsewhere. Instead of acting sheepishly, he decided to pursue something that would benefit him more. "What?" He spat.

He was to frighten them. Give them something to be frightened about, so that they wouldn't dare to cross his path. Klaus knew that it was probably a long shot, but he might as well endeavor the tactic. There was no harm in trying.

Elena returned his gaze sheepishly, shrugging in response as she turned away from his piercing stare. "Thought so," he mumbled under her breath. Elena arched a brow at Klaus's childish attitude, but she merely rolled her eyes at him nonetheless.

Klaus had shook it off. The sun was to be replaced by the moon soon and he had no intention of witnessing it. He hastily stood up, scampering off towards the room that they had assigned him to sleep in. He had felt Elena's eyes sear relentlessly on his back until he shut the door behind him.

Just before he had shut the door, he caught a mere glimpse of a man staggering into the room with a beverage in his hand, which Klaus concluded was alcohol. He wasn't given enough time to analyze him completely, but he was certain that he was a drunkard.

"Name's Alaric," the man gestured towards himself. "You won't get much crap from me because I'm assuming all of you are going to die anyway."

This definitely caught Klaus's attention. And, it had angered him quite a bit.

"Aren't you our mentor? You're supposed to help us, not drink half this train's liquor supply," Elena quipped, gritting her teeth at the smirking man.

"You've got quite a mouth on you, sweetheart," he smirked. "Won't due you much good in the arena. Betting you'll be the first to be targeted with your little remarks."

Klaus clenched his fist, one hand still clasped on the doorknob. "You're pathetic."

Alaric's eyes glazed, his face holding with an expression that wasn't quite humane. His mouth tweaked as if he were to response, but simply rewarded himself with another swig of his drink. Without another word spoken, he aimed towards the door, leaving it swinging painfully behind him.

The brunette sighed, causing Klaus to sigh. "We'll see what happens in the morning." Klaus had shrugged restlessly, turning for the door.

He didn't have time to think about what Elena needed. Or anyone else's for that matter. He needed to think about himself. He needed to survive.

TVD-THG

"Come forward, both of you!" It was the woman who had announced Caroline's and Jeremy's names. Both had obliged, unwillingly, but did so anyways.

She flashed them a candid smile. "Both of you are to be cleaned, and ready for your appearances. Simply follow the other tributes."

Just follow the other tributes, just follow the other tributes, Caroline reassured herself. She was going to get through this without any complications.

She hadn't shared a glance with Jeremy ever since he was chosen at the ceremony. No words shared, simply crude silence. It made it easier for Caroline to kill him. She wasn't to be close or intimate with anyone. It would just ruin her chances of surviving.

Caroline eyes skimmed the crowd, finding faces that mirrored her expression. She couldn't blame him.

She had detected numerous brunettes, few redheads, and a flash of pallid, blond hair.

She knew his hair anywhere. Caroline could spot him from miles and miles away.

"Niklaus!"
A/N: Please review! Also, Jeremy and Elena are not related. But, the Mikaelsons are and the Salvatores as well. Made a few tweaks here and there.