These are the stories about Klaus and Caroline, based on all their scenes in TVD until the end of the 4th season, more or less. Every scene will have one chapter, most of it is my take, not necessarily following the events of the show.
Disclamair: I do NOT own anything. Not even a dollar in my pocket.
1. Genuine beauty.
- Please, let me in – he said, his eyes rigid and pleading. - My blood will heal her, so could you please ask the sheriff to let me in?
Matt`s face was a grimace of hatred and contempt, not knowing what else to say to this man. Liz appeared at the door. Fearless and determined, still... how fragile she was, standing in front of a thousand years old, original vampire. Hiding her shivers and knowing that maybe she`ll regret this, she invited him in.
Klaus went straight to her room. She lay there, in her bed, covered with thin blanket, looking exhausted, pale, and scared. They stared at each other for a moment. What could he say to her? – Are you going to kill me? – she spoke with a childish voice, and they both knew it wasn`t a question.
- On your birthday?! – he asked, pretending like it didn`t hurt what she said a moment ago. – You really think that low of me? – Yes. – her voice grew stronger with anger. For a second, he felt like his lungs were filled with seawater, and it burned like hell inside. He took a deep, heavy breath and sat by her side. His motions were slow, trying not to scare her even more. She radieted sadness and fear, he smelled it around her. Then he moved his arm and pulled the blanket off her shoulder, just to witness her pulsating wound that spread in the matter of seconds. He let out a low sigh. – It looks bad. My apologies, you were just a collateral damage... it`s nothing personal – said Klaus in one breath, like he was talking to a bussines partner or a political rival. He composed his face in a strict, unemotional mask. It took a minute.
Silence was long. And then he noticed Caroline was wearing a bracelet he gave her as a gift. He stroked it gently, and felt a strong impulse to say something that would make her relax. – I love birthdays – he said. Caroline looked at him like he was mad, or a psychopath who`s gonna torture her with small talk before he kills her. – Yeah...`Cause you had...a gzillion of them or something – she snorted. – We need to change your perception of time, Caroline... celebrate the fact that you are no longer bound by trivial human conventions... You`re free now.
- No... I`m dying. – Caroline said, accepting the heaviness of those words. That hit him like a rock. He couldn`t let that happen. He had so many years to enjoy in his ageless life, and so much to tell her about. To share his passion for music and art, for traveling, for life. He put a challenge on her to decide what is going to happen, not even knowing why. – I could let you die, if that`s what you want... If you think there is no purpose of your existence...I thought about it myself... – he said slowly, imagining some past years and centuries. – But there`s a whole new world out there, sweetheart, full of music, arts, and big cities... – he paused. – And genuine beauty. Looking at him at that moment, Caroline knew what he meant by those last words. Her eyes opened widely as she thought about everything he said. What happiness would it be to see all the cities of the world, and touch all the beauty there is... to witness the time changing and eras passing, and still enjoy it...
- All you have to do is ask, love – she heard him say quietly, emphasizing each word. Suddenly, she became painfully aware of Klaus, his voice, her room, her blood slowly dripping on a pillow... He came here to save her, not to kill her. He was giving her a chance for life, not a passage to death. She looked into his eyes, and saw a burning desire for her decision to be the right one. He wanted her to live. That evil, arrogant person who brought nothing but misery to this town was now helping her. She saw the passion in that man, sitting here beside her, and wanted to be just like him. – I don`t wanna die – she said, feeling the treacherous tears on her face. That was all he needed to hear. He picked her up slowly, like she was a little child, fragile and breakable, and pulled up his sleeve. – There you go, sweetheart. Have at it. – he said. She touched his hand, carefully, and put her lips on his cold skin. He suppresed a shudder from the touch of her fangs and, wondering why he felt so protective, let her drink.
When he offered Caroline his blood, something happend. It was so strange for both of them to enjoy wildly at this, even though for a vampire, drinking blood is a powerfull pleasure...but this was different. It wasn`t about the power and submission. Nor a pure, simple feeding. Caroline tasted the blood so spicey and sweet, she felt dizzy and high just from the smell of it. And Klaus...ah, Klaus. So strong and powerfull, yet he found himself kneeling before the touch of her hair on his chin. In the center of his being, something started to fall apart, because her lips on his skin were so soft and tender, and she was so beautiful with her face in agony of thirst and pleasure. He knew he was in love.