Soooooo...hey there peeps! This is a really bad idea to be writing and posting stuff when you have your first GCSE in three days. D: Don't be like me, kids. I don't advise it to anybody. So this is probably the last story or part of one I'll be posting for a while, because, as I just said, I have GCSE's. Like, now. So my last one is on the 7th, but it could be a while after that because THEN I have a controlled assessment to prepare for. But after that, I can relax, chill, write loads, stalk people on Instagram and Tumblr, drink loads of tea, read glossy magazines, hang out with friends and watch loads of movies. I live a lazy life, what can I say. But anyway, onto the story. So this is AU PLOT WISE. The setting is the same eg characters personality, and it goes around the episode 'do not go gentle.' I've had the idea for this for a while with my highly over active imagination. I basically got the idea from in 'dangerous liaisons' when Caroline tells Klaus she is Miss Mystic and he goes 'I know.' Squee. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading it. And I am a really indecisive writer sometimes, I've started writing more to this but I don't know if I should. So please message or review or whatever and tell me what you'd like!

And I'd just like to say that, as a reader myself, I can never work up the nerve to talk to fellow writers. So, please, if you want to talk, say hi! Leave a message! I'm a friendly person, I don't bite and I swear I'm house trained. I pinky promise. :p (I don't talk to a lot of people on the internet...I tend to sound crazy.)

So, anyway, enjoy!

Pretty girl is suffering,
while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out
what his intentions were about

- Sugarcult, Pretty Girl

Something hadn't been right. She'd felt...something when she met Klaus. Something other than hatred, disgust and annoyance. She'd made it pretty clear from her face she did not approve or condone what he was going to do with Tyler. When it came to her emotions, she was always an open book. Everything she felt comes through her facial expressions. But when she saw him, something haunted her. Caroline thought she'd maybe imagined it, or it was a trick of the light, but she'd watched his eyes flicker, showing years worth of memories and stories had. She'd looked into those eyes when he was telling her the most wonderful things, and she saw sadness in his eyes. Regret. And his eyes held a love for her that she didn't understand or see at the time.

It confused the hell out of her. Her feelings confused the hell out of her. She loved Tyler, she did, but when she thought of Klaus, her heart clenched painfully and her head started hurting. Because it made no sense. But that was how it was.

But she didn't love him. No, she loved Tyler. She loved Elena and Bonnie. She loved cute puppies. And she hatedarrogant boys.

So she was at this stupid twenties dance which, she hated to admit, but it was a decent idea. The lights were twinkling; the students were all dressed up as flappers and mob bosses and everything was going swimmingly. She had been dancing with Matt and Tyler, then Bonnie and Elena, heck even Stefan got dragged in. Of course, she'd felt his eyes burning into the back of her head everywhere she went. She was dancing with Tyler, but he wasn't much of a dancer anyway. He kept standing on her feet and fumbling, but she didn't care, she was having fun and she loved him, she chanted to herself. She felt a voice niggling in the back of her head, 'Klaus is a much better dancer'

Shut up, she told herself. Who do you think you are anyway?

Um, you.

Right.

Caroline Forbes was officially driving herself crazy.

Tyler was attempting to spin her round, and she took in the decorations and the people and then she saw Klaus but it wasn't really him, it was Nik.

Something hit her like a tonne of bricks and she saw flashes of colour and beautiful clothes and people dancing and Klaus but it wasn't here. And she saw someone else familiar too, someone that scared her. Caroline started to feel claustrophobic as she stumbled back, coming out of the spin. "I-I'm going to get a drink." She muttered quickly to Tyler and she all but ran out of the auditorium. She kept going down a few more corridors, and finally came to a trembling halt. She leant against a cold brick wall, and bent double; breathing heavily. Of course, he followed her. "Leaving the party so soon, Love?" Klaus mocked. Caroline straightened.

"I just," she began, dazed, "I just needed some space. Lots of people there." She breathed, everything seemed like it was tilted. "How did you know where I was?"

"Well, I have been at this school more than once, haven't I?" he asked rhetorically. There was a silence, and then he asked the dreaded question. "Are you alright? You left in a hurry." He stated.

Ah, she thought. The dreaded hour is nigh. Caroline glared at him. "I'm fine. It's none of your business." She snapped. Klaus held his hands up in surrender.

"Alright, sweetheart. Alright. I'll go then. Wouldn't want to miss the party." He rolled his eyes. Klaus started down the hallway, and Caroline burst out "Why do I feel like I've been here before?" Klaus stopped, but turned around and laughed. "Maybe because this is your school. I hear you have to be in the building to attend."

"That's not what I mean and you know it!" Caroline hissed at him. "Why do I feel like I've, I've dance like this before. Like...I was in the 20's." She finished quietly, feeling stupid. Klaus smiled patiently at her, as if she was an entertaining pet. "I suppose my sister got it quiet accurate. Maybe you just feel the same atmosphere." He shrugged casually. Caroline couldn't see that his muscles were rigid as iron. Klaus started down the corridor again, and Caroline finally built up the courage to yell, "Why do I look like her?" Loudly at Klaus, who was about to turn the corner. No one heard her through the pounding music coming from the auditorium. Klaus stopped; his back to her. "What?"

"Why, do, I, look, like, her."* Caroline stressed slowly and deliberately. Klaus shook his head.

"I honestly don't know what you're talking about." Klaus replied, still not turned around.

"Okay, let's cut the crap. I look like her." She stated. "And don't give me the 'you look like your relatives' crap, because I look exactly like her. Why?" She asks, gritting her teeth. Klaus turned around to her.

"Who are you talking about Caroline?" Klaus asked; bored.

"You know who I'm freaking talking about. So don't fucking bullshit me. Who is she?"

"You already know the answer, Caroline." He said sadly.

Caroline shook her head slowly. "No. I don't know anything."

Klaus strode over to her; his dark fedora fluttering slowly to the ground. "Yes, you do. You've know since you've met me. Caroline, I know you felt something for me before you got to know me."

"No I didn't," Caroline whispered weakly. "I love Tyler."

"No, you think you love him. It's silly infatuation." Klaus said angrily, his eyes darkening.

"I don't have to defend myself to you." Caroline said bluntly. "Who is she?" Caroline demanded.

"She's you." Klaus said gently.

"No, it's not." Caroline denied; her eyes wide.

"Yes it is. You know it. That is you Caroline. Caroline Forbes, in 1923."

"That's not possible. I- I saw you. I saw her." Caroline accused. He was playing some sick game with her. He had to be. "I didn't want it to happen like this," Klaus said, his voice displaying his melancholy. "I wanted to tell you in my own way. I didn't think- I didn't think you'd remember. I didn't think you could remember after all that I've done. I thought you would sub consciously block it out." Klaus said sadly. Caroline shook her head slowly, as she backed away from him unconsciously.

"How- how could you mess with my mind like this? It's sick, Klaus. What? I don't like you, so you make up memories and put them in my head?" She asked disgustedly.

You know he's not, her bitch of a conscience prodded unhelpfully.

Shut up.

Klaus advanced towards her eagerly. "You think I would make this up? Caroline, this is real. It happened. You don't remember everything. It's like being compelled, it comes back in fragments. Some things can trigger it." He says desperately, needing her to understand. Caroline holds a hand up.

"But I don't remember anything. I just- I- I feel things." She mumbles, blushing slightly. She looked at him steadily. "I died, didn't I?" she whispers quietly. "I know I did. I felt-I felt the bullet," her voice quivered. His silence was all the answer she needed. Her gaze turns sharp and her eyes burn into him like lasers. "You can stop now. This is wrong and you know it." She said forcefully, shoving past him. He gripped onto her wrist.

"I can't let you leave. Not like this. You have to know," He says fiercely, and pulls her towards him.

"What are you doing?" She hisses at him.

"Showing you." Klaus said simply. Then he leaned forward and grabbed her hands. Everything went dark for a moment, and the silence was deafening. All she heard was both of their lack of breathing.

Everything burst into colour then: They were in a bar, filled with people. There was Klaus, at a booth with Rebekah and some humans. She guessed this was before they met Stefan, as her former mentor was nowhere to be seen. There was someone on stage and just coming off. People were dancing and the band was in full swing. It was loud, with an ambience of sophisticated airs, there were no ruffians here. And there she was, stepping out in a purple diamond covered dress, moving gracefully onto the stage. This version of her oozed confidence, and Caroline envied her. When she started singing everything stopped. The talking died away like snow does in the spring, slowly; then all at once. This creature sang the song like she was making love to it, and everyone in the room was captivated. This imposter of hers eyes flickered open, and they locked with someone on the far side of the room. Caroline followed her line of sight to-

Caroline realized with a jolt it was Klaus. Oh my God, she was practically eye fucking KLAUS!

Not much different to what you were doing awhile ago, her voice sings songed to her.

I hate you. Why are you so annoying?

I'm you. Do you really have to answer that question?

Ugh. This sucks. What the hell? Klaus? Really? Didn't this version of her have better taste? Or, you know, common sense?

This version of her serenaded and crooned her way through the song, her voice harmonizing perfectly with the piano. The whole time, the people that Klaus was with were always looking at him, and he was always looking at her.

The next memory was later, was Nik was hanging round the bar. It was practically empty, bar a few late going stragglers left. "What did you think?" Her tinkling voice asked playfully from the piano, where she was sitting on it. Klaus smirked at her as he approached. "I think it was perfect." He said honestly. "I think you're perfect." impostor Caroline smiled softly and leaned into other Klaus. She guessed he went by Nik then. "But," he said as he slid her off the piano, "one thing I do hate when you sing is that I can't be up dancing with you." He says simply. One of his hands slid to her waist and the other slipped into hers. "So let's dance." He grinned, and she grinned back.

"What, here? But there's no music, Nik."

"Well, you have a good imagination, love." Nik said softly, and they started swaying along to a beat that the two of them obviously had down. They'd been dance partners for a long time; that much was obvious. Caroline was mesmerized by the pair, but when he dipped her, she turned her head away. Klaus was standing beside her, smiling sadly at the pair. She couldn't tell what he was thinking. When the couple went to kiss, Caroline panicked. No way in hell was this happening! She managed to break out of the dream the moment she heard a gunshot. She wrenched her hand from Klaus'. They jolted back to the present day, and Caroline's eyes snapped open. Klaus stepped towards her, and she took two steps back. "Don't. Just, don't," said Caroline shakily. "How-" Caroline swallowed. "How come I don't remember any of this?" She asked, swallowing hard. Klaus looked at her with pitiful eyes. "The 1920's: the decade of glamour and decadence. It was decade I watched you die for the second time." He said bitterly.

Caroline stumbled back as the air was knocked out of her. "What?" She squeaked.

"It's a curse, Caroline." Klaus said with his eyes filled with self hatred and self contempt. "It is a curse that falls on the original hybrid. The person I truly love, I'm forced to watch die over and over again. I'm a coward. Because even though I love you, I can't stay away." He spat out, his eyes darkening.

For a second Caroline was ironically reminded of a Taylor Swift song where she sang about how it was a twist of fate and stuff. Then she remembered that the song was about high school romance ending, and the similarities ended. "But- I don't- no. This is- this is ridiculous. It's not possible. Tatia-" She sputtered.

Klaus chuckled humourlessly. "It wasn't love. It was silly infatuation." His words echoed his own from earlier. "I don't understand. Why?" Caroline whispered, hugging her arms to her chest. She felt so small at this moment, like nothing was solid. That everything she knew was a lie.

"I thought- the first time was 1864. I didn't know about the curse, nor did Elijah. The second time around- we weren't expecting it. I thought I could stay away from you, because it was some cruel trick- that it wouldn't be the same person I once loved- but it was. And you crept up on me." A ghost of a smile passes over Klaus' face. "And now, I thought things might be different. You were never a vampire before, so I thought-"

"Wait." Caroline said in a strangled voice. "So you were going to come into town, which made Katherine turn me. I turned into a vampire because you wanted to be with me?" Caroline asked, astonished. "Well, no." Klaus said uncomfortably. "I wouldn't put it like that." He finished feebly.

"Then what freaking way WOULD you put it?" She yelled.

"I didn't want to see you die again, alright?" He roared back at her. "I watched you die in front of me twice. Twice, Caroline. I couldn't stand to watch you die again. I did what I had to do to keep you safe, okay?"

"No, it's not okay! It wasn't your choice to make!" She screamed, frustrated. "When were you going to tell me? Were you even going to tell me?" She asked in a much quieter voice, one that was seeped through with hurt. "I- I don't know." He answered honestly. "I wasn't sure if I'd even get close enough to you in time." Before you died again. That unspoken ending to his sentence hung in the air between them.

"Then why did you do everything you did to Elena? To Jenna? To Tyler? To Mystic Falls in general?" She queried.

"Because I needed you to hate me." He said in that self depreciating way of his.

He's such a freaking martyr.

"I wasn't going to get close to you, Caroline. I swore I wouldn't when I found out you were friends with the doppelganger. I swore I would make you hate me, so that it was impossible for us to be together. I told Tyler to kill you to see if I'd stopped caring. If I'd finally gotten over you. But when I found out you were actually dying- I couldn't do it. I couldn't go through with it. I tried to save you by staying away, but you were dying anyway." He smiled sadly, his eyes searching her face. Caroline shook her head slowly, her eyes burning with hot tears.

"This is crazy. Like, really crazy."

"I know."

"And- I'm with Tyler." She protested.

"I don't care." He said simply.

"I can't do this." She said, and it made his un-beating heart stop.

"What?" He was giving her that look that tugged at her heart.

"I can't," She swallowed hard, avoiding looking into his eyes. Because they said all the things he never would.

Please don't leave me.

"I'm sorry." She said, backing away from him, closer to the door leading out into the night.

I need you.

Please stay.

I've waited nearly a century for you to come back to me.

You

said

you'd

come

back

to

me.

Klaus watched her leave, and swallowed his regret.

He held on to her hand as he tried to stop the bleeding, but it was no use. "I love you, Nik." She said feebly and brushed her other hand through his hair."I love you, angel. I love you so much, you know that." Nik replied, feeling tears start to well in his eyes.

"Don't forget me, okay?" She asked tiredly, her throat choking on blood.

"I won't. You know I won't." He says, rocking her back and forth on his lap.

Caroline smiled at him, even though she was dying she was trying to make it better. "It's okay, Nik. We'll be together again." She chokes out, and then she's still. Her hand slips from his and stills. Rebekah appeared from round a corner into the alleyway. "What's going on? I heard a gunshot and came back-oh Nik."She bursts out sadly. Rebekah knows full well what happened. It's what always happens, isn't it? The bitch dies and her poor brother is left broken.

"She's dead." He says flatly. Rebekah approaches him slowly, sinking to her knees on the ground beside him. "Nik-"

"She's dead, Bekah. I've lost her again." Nik blinks back the tears as he clutches onto Caroline's body.

"Oh Nik." Rebekah whispered as she lurched forward and hugged her brother, cradling him to her. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Caroline, please forgive me I'M SORRY!" He babbled on as he struggled against his sister.

Because the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

AN: The Taylor Swift song is 'the story of us' as is the very last line.