Drawn to the Darkness
Klaus/Caroline. She tried so hard to hate him, but it was so difficult when his lips were mere inches from hers.
A/N: So I used to love Tyler/Caroline, but then Klaus happened...It's actually rather difficult to write them though. Sorry if I butchered this completely. I hope you enjoy though...
He was a killer. He was remorseless. He was a hybrid.
Caroline Forbes was sitting in her bedroom, trying to rationalize through all the reasons why should not have any feelings whatsoever for Klaus Michaelson.
It should've been easy to hate him, to push him away. After all, he did try to kill her friends on a almost-daily basis. Not to mention her. He had turned Tyler into a hybrid, for god's sake!
But whenever she closed her eyes, all she saw were the brightness of his, staring into her own. Her own face, etched gracefully onto the crisp white paper, each curve and line lovingly drawn. The soft brush of his hands. The intoxicating scent of him, of danger and seduction and lust.
He was manipulative. He was a blackmailer. He was twisted.
Caroline closed her eyes again, willing the images away.
They kept coming anyway.
His self-assured smirk, that always morphed into a somewhat-sincere smile when he saw her, his hurt that she thought that he would kill her on her own birthday, his ability to play on her innermost fears and desires.
She knew he was lonely, knew that behind all the plotting and scheming and killing, lay a man who merely wanted to be loved.
And she could understand that.
When she opened her eyes again, she was startled to find her thoughts had taken substance.
"Hello Caroline," he said.
"What are you doing, Klaus?" she demanded indignantly. "This is my bedroom, in case you haven't noticed!"
"Oh, I've noticed." He smirked.
"Get. Out. I'm trying to sleep here!"
"Really? I can't imagine you're doing much sleeping, thinking about me as you are…"
How did he…-oh. Caroline realized that the look on her face gave her away, and turned her back to him. At least her pride could be saved.
In half the time it took for her to blink, he appeared in front of her, golden brown eyes flashing. "Come on, Caroline," he pleaded.
Dimly, she realized that she had reduced this powerful, centuries-old vampire to begging. A small part of her relished the power, but all thoughts flew from her mind as he moved closer, his nose almost touching hers.
"Talk to me," he breathed.
She tried so hard to hate him, but it was so difficult when his lips were mere inches from hers.
Caroline shook her head, even as she lifted her lips up to meet his.
It would always be like this, secret meetings in the dark, him chasing her and professing his love, her running and protesting but eventually giving in.
Because he knew her better than anyone else, because he wanted to know her hopes and dreams and wishes, when nobody else really cared.
She was Caroline Forbes, the golden girl, the blonde Barbie, but she would always be drawn to the darkness, drawn to him.