|the characters used in this blog of fanfiction are not my own I do not owe or have any rights to these vampire diaries characters i'm simply just a fan and a writer who loves the show
SPOILERS AHEAD! Do not read if your not up till episode 15 of season 4|
My entire body had ached with the poisonous bite and for a number of minutes I believed I was going to die towards the end, struggling to talk over the gasped of air that I was taken in order to keep myself alive. Funny thing being dead and all but this would have been the end forever until the very last moment when I felt my body being pushed forward and someone in behind me with a bloody wrist up to my lips which I instantly feed from. That someone was of course Klaus his blood was the only blood that could heal a werewolf or a hybrid bite but in this case the hybrid had been him. Of course he claimed he done this to teach Tyler a lesson or just because he was bored or evil but I knew different and I wasn't lying to him when I told him that I believed he was hurt and a part of him was human. I had meant every word I said but he was right to I couldn't forget all the horrible things he had done there was just to many. Since that day a lot has happened Tyler had to leave town after I practically begged Klaus to spare his life but he offered no more than a head start before he made it his mission to find him and end his existence. I had to have hope that if Katherine Pierce could run from him for so long that Tyler could do the same and even if I couldn't see him or be near him now I had forever we were immortal and I would one day be reunited with him.
This was Mystic Falls though and that wasn't the only devastating thing that had happened, in the search for the cure Jeremy Gilbert had lost his life and Katherine had taken the single dose and only dose of the cure and gone god knows where with it and Silas was on the loose. Then there was Elena who of course heartbroken and devastated over her brothers death but Damon had convinced her using his sire bond to turn of her humanity which I defiantly wasn't in favour of because now I was sure she was going to go on a downward spiral mixed with blood,blood and more blood.
''Caroline.. I'm leaving for work''
I heard my mothers voice call out from downstairs which is what shook those thoughts from my mind as I stood up stretched and prepared for the day ahead of me. Last night I hadn't slept so well and when I managed to finally get asleep I had dreamt of Klaus. It was more like a memory of the night of the mikealson Ball, we had danced together and then I had left after giving him some harsh truths which seemed to prove to be food for thought when he later sent me a gift of a drawing in which he thanked me for being so honest. I wouldn't lie and say I hated the drawing in fact I hadn't which is why I still had it, I thought it was rather charming even if it did appear to be creepy to others. In this dream though when I arrived home it wasn't just a picture I found he was there to sitting on my bed and then he had gotten up walked towards me and for a second I thought he was going in embrace me and then I woke up and I was disappointed. What the hell was the matter with me? How could I be disappointed that I woke up from a dream about Klaus? What did that even mean? More to the point why was I having dreams about Klaus?