I know I probably shouldn't post another story. But I wrote this a while ago, so... why not post right!
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Carolines POV:
1492 England, Dream:
I'm running barefoot through the woods Drenched from the rain that's pouring down on me. Running, leaves in my hair, running, blood soaking my white nightgown turning it to a thick crimson red. All I can think about is running, getting away before he catch's me to drag me back to my own personal hell. Running before he kills me.
End of Dream:
I gasp awake, springing up, sweat pouring down my body, only to look up and find my best friend Katerina sitting next to me. With a concerned look on her face,
"Are you ok Caroline?"
"Yes I'm fine, sorry did I wake you?" I asked with a sheepish smile on my face. "Yes I was having a peaceful dream until you started screaming your head off, I thought you we're dying." She said scalding me. "What were you dreaming about anyway?" She asked curiously,
"Nothing," I said frowning, "it was just a nightmare."
"Well wipe that frown off your face, we have to prepare for Lord Niklaus's birthday party, tonight," she said excitingly, I groaned. "Caroline," Katerina warned.
"Do I really need to go?" I Pleaded.
"Don't give me that look. Yes, you're going," she demanded. "Fine," I said defeated, "What time is it," I asked still sleepy,
"it's Noon." She replied, "Noon!" I exclaimed. "Why did you let me sleep for so long?" "Because you haven't been sleeping the past four days," she said glaring at me in disapproval. "And you're not exactly a morning person,"
I glared at her in annoyed silence.
We went into town, to shop for new dresses, for tonight's festivities, Katerina got a lovely long sleeved chocolate brown dress that went all the way down to the floor.
I got a fitted sapphire blue dress that had long sleeves as well but, left my shoulders bare. The middle of the dress cinched at the waist and, flowed out all the way down past my feet. And the golden corset strings that tied together in the back matched perfectly with the long blonde locks that stopped at my waist.
I watched Katerina from a short distance style her beautiful thick dark brown curly hair. Her enthusiasm showing in her grin, and while she was practically thrumming with energy, my nerves were getting to me, because of one thing, or should I say, person.
Lord Niklaus Mikaelson.
Short I know, hoped you liked it. Constructive criticism is welcomed. :)