Title: Between Two Points

Category: Alternate History

Rating: M for language, mild sexual situations, and violence

Couples: Stefan/Caroline/Damon; Klaus/Caroline/Elijah; Niklaus/Charlotte/Elijah

Note: Inspired by angellus08's "Obsession". It is an amazing story, go read it if you enjoy Elijah/Caroline/Klaus.

Please read and review. If there is any confusion please leave it in a review and I will do my best to respond in my next update.

I

Eastern Europe, 474—there had always been something about her that intrigued him. The way her lips curved ever so slightly before a soft laugh overtook her; lips that he could only imagined tasted of sweet honey…or of a strange citrus, either suited her fine. And the way a pink hue adorned her porcelain skin whenever she caught him glancing her way, which was often as she seemed to be wandering around the grounds frequently and freely with his older brother in tow; and Elijah was always following closely behind her, hands clasped closely behind his back as if afraid he would not be able to control the temptation to reach out and touch her. Oh, what he would not give for a touch of that soft, supple virgin flesh. He was sure even the slightest of contact would purge him of any—and all of the inglorious things he'd done while on earth; and much of them involved himself in between the legs of women. But she…she was different.

His eyes lingered over her small frame, a smirk pinching onto his face as he watched the younger girl twirl gracefully around his brother, and out of his reach; trotting a safe distance away. They were playing their usual game that morning—and that fact only brought a painful plunge through his chest. He brought a hand to where the sensations throbbed; over his heart, and exhaled a breath he did not realize he'd been holding in the moment he'd caught sight of the bright haired beauty. Charlotte.

If there was one thing he knew for certain it was that he had never felt such a way, with as much intensity for any one woman in all of his life. And, he had to have her.

Mystic Falls, Virginia, 1862

He could not help but watch her as she was helped out of the carriage by one of the Salvatore Estate footmen, who'd been at the ready. With a delicately gloved hand holding firmly onto the side of her skirt, she muttered soft words of gratitude; eyes marveling at the sight of him standing not three feet away from her. Her brows rose slightly as she took him in wearing a hesitant smile. She was possibly the most magnificent specimen he had ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on; and she was to live with him and his brother this coming year. Oh, how fate was so kind to him.

"Mister Salvatore, I presume?" She spoke up, finally; visibly gathering her wits about her and approaching him quickly; hands dropping from the skirts of her dress and letting them fall elegantly around her unique frame—one unlike any other woman in Mystic Falls. His lips quirked into a small smile and he nodded.

"One of many," He informed her lightly, eyes staring into hers as if they would provide everything he would ever need to know about her. "Mister Salvatore is my father, please…you may refer to me as Damon."

He extended his hand out to her expectantly and she did not disappoint. The instant her hand grazed his lips an unfamiliar tingling sensation set out all through his body; and it was as if his heart stopped beating.

"Pleasure, meeting you Mist—Damon," She said, correcting herself mid-word; she let her eyes linger on his lips—one still wearing that smile, before raising them to meet his gaze, "It is so fortunate that your father would allow me to stay with he and your family on such short notice. I hope that it is not of any inconvenience to you or anyone else whom my presence may affect. I do not wish to cause—"

"It is of no inconvenience," Damon interrupted, attentively, "It is but my father, I and my brother, whom you shall be introduce to later, that are of any importance and since it is my father who has invited you to stay, and I see no qualms in the matter, Stefan is the only other person who you could possibly inconvenience who's opinion matters; and he rarely has any qualms when it comes to such sensitive matters as these."

"That is of great relief," she sighed softly.

"I believe you have not given me your name." He exclaimed; as the footmen and household servants worked around them, lugging her large traveling chests through the front door of the estate.

Her chin bobbed slightly as she tilted her head in apology, much like her mother had taught her years ago. "Charlotte."

II

Mystic Falls, Virginia, May 2009

When he'd come home he never expected to find her; the woman he'd fallen in love with before he was turned, or someone who resembled her all too perfectly. Flawless, ivory skin, oval face, and long, dark brown hair; and her laugh; it was also the same as hers '; full of amusement at something her companion had said. And he watched on from a distance with eyes following the girl's every move as she pulled the boy into a tight embrace. He felt a familiar pull in his chest and his eyes closed as she reached up to give the boy—who was obviously her boyfriend, a long, sweet kiss; with lips he was sure were exactly as soft as hers; as soft and supple as Katherine's. The woman he'd been in love with for over 100 years.

"I love you," she murmured to the boy, pulling away from his slightly to take in his expression.

Stefan placed a hand over his unbeating heart as he listened on. It was almost too much for him to take.

"I love you, too Ele—"

The boy's exclamation of deep affection was suddenly cut off by a voice. One that sent a shock up Stefan's spin as a new face appeared beside the two.

"I'm leaving, Elena." The new voice said, informatively with no hint of aggressiveness behind it. It was obvious she hadn't meant to disturb the couple; she simply wished to say goodnight. Her long blond locks fell down to her shoulders as she turned her head to send Elena's boyfriend an apologetic smile.

"So soon?" The brunette inquired, though it was obvious she'd wished the girl hadn't disturbed them at that moment. Stefan picked up on these things as he watched on; eyes widening slightly at the blond who was sending strange waves of unfamiliar sensations throughout his body. He felt his monster being to rage within his gut, clawing its way up his throat and felt his fangs descend. The animal blood coursing through his veins from breakfast was making headway to his eyes and he could already feel them pumping coolly like the blue they adorn. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as they continued their conversation.

"Yeah. Sheriff's keeping me on a short leash tonight," She informed Elena, arms crossed uncomfortably across her chest as she spoke. "But, call me tomorrow. 'Kay?"

Elena nodded and pulled the blond into a quick hug. "Top of my speed-dial Care."

"Night, Caroline," the boyfriend interjected before she could make depart.

"You too, Matt." Caroline returned with a small smile. He had himself under control; he couldn't figure out what had set off his instinct to feed from the blond but he knew one thing. He had to know her. There was something about her that he could not shake…something familiar; much like Elena provided. But Elena was already happily dating that Matt guy. This had been the reason he had come back to Mystic Falls. He wanted to change who he was, create a life with someone new, someone without the past.

England, 1489

Her eyes followed him as he paraded around the room, grinning broadly as the women fawned over him in a highly inappropriate manner; shaking hands with the esteemed guests for the night's festivities. Her stomach tightened as Niklaus let out a haughty laugh at the drunken men gathering around him, all giving exclamations of joyous praise to the nobleman on the reception of young maidens vying for his courtship. She reminded herself that he was one of the most sought after gentlemen in all of England and with that myriads of women laid down their bodies, hoping to spend just one night with him.

It was almost disgusting. Made her sick to her stomach; veins boiling over with rage as she watched Niklaus entertain a highly enthusiastic young brunette, one who seemed not bound by the standards of society for she frequently rested her hands on the crisp sleeves of his doublet.

His head turned slowly, peaking over his shoulder and sending her a cool leer. Her lips twisted into a tight line and she returns her attention back onto the man at her side. The one she'd chosen to be with for eternity; Elijah, he was the better man; the one who'd always been so kind and gentle with her, where Niklaus was brutal and aggressive. But, she could not pretend that it had always been Elijah. No there was a time when all she could think about was Niklaus, and the passion, the fire he ignited within her every moment he stared at her with those incredibly powerful eyes. And it was not if he did not with the good fortune of being the one to receive all of her affections once again, as it had been in the past; before all of the blood, and games, and hate. And well before all the fuss over the Petrova Doppelganger and his never-ending attempts at finding her.

"Are you alright?" A familiar voice broke her away from her thoughts, and her eyes drifted up to the proverbial face. Her eyes softened as they took in Elijah's worried expression. At times she almost forgot how it felt to be cared for by someone who did things other than cause her pain, affliction.

She nodded in reply slowly, a halfhearted smile forming on her face as she looped her arm through his. "Just a bit famished."

III

Mystic Falls, Virginia, 1862

Her lips trembled slightly as the blood began to trickle slowly down the temple of his head. She had not meant to be so rough in their game, but the excitement got the better of her; and the surprise, of his hands reaching out and grazing the bare flesh of her hands. He'd almost won; and now she was losing. She kneeled down in the short bush of wildflowers, extending an arm out and pressing her hand over the small cut on his head.

He looked up at her face stunned by the coolness of her skin. It provided a degree of comfort though it was a bit inappropriate that she should be touching him, or that she should allow for her dress to be ruined by kneeling in the wet dew of the morning.

"How are you feeling?" she inquired softly as she starred back at him.

"I am fine, Charlotte," he murmured unsteadily as her hand slid down his cheek, staining it with delicate hues of red and pink. "I do not think it appropri—"

She brought a pale finger to his lips, silencing him as her eyes studied something in his own silently. Searching for something in them as if it would answer all of the questions she'd ever want to know.

"Your father has informed me of your plans to join the Confederacy." The blond said in one breath, pulling her finger away from his lips. Years living as one of the undead had taught her resistance to the temptations of the sweet nectar of life, but his blood was calling to her like angels singing overhead.

"That is true," He replied briefly eyes falling to where their knees touch, as both were stooped. "Stefan will still be home, if you are worried about whom you might still have about to take your morning walks with."

He ignored the subtle throbbing in his head and returned his attention to the girl. He'd met her shortly after his brother and instantly felt that there was something about her that was all too hard to describe. She had this elegance to her, yet enjoyed childish games of catch—much like his father and mother did when they were courting. And he had never inquired to his father if it be possible for him to ask the young beauty's hand in marriage for he did not wish to put her off and it was clear she felt something for Stefan by the way they looked at each other.

"It is not Stefan that worries me, Damon," Charlotte whispered as her hand drifted down his cheek to cup his chin, "I do not wish for you to be hurt. I do not know what I would do if I were never able to look upon your face again. I swear it I believe I just might about die."

Damon's expression grew somber at her words and he ran a hand through her blonde locks, grazing her face, finger swaying gentle against her perfect cheek. "If you do not wish me to go then tell me so and I will stay."

Charlotte's eyes trailed down to his mouth, watching carefully as he murmured each word. There was a fluttering in her stomach as she nodded slowly before leaning in; pressing her lips against his briefly, savoring the taste of the crimson liquid that had managed to trail a singular line to the curve of his lips. The rustic tang was enough to send her into full vampire mode, but she pulled away swiftly just as he moved to deepen the kiss.

"Please, Damon. Do not go."

Eastern England, 474

"Why are you here Niklaus?" She exclaimed as the man stood before her; eyes glazed over with desire as her state of dress. He'd slipped into her bedchamber after Elijah had escorted her to the door, leaving her only with a gentle kiss on the cheek and a warm churning in the bottom of her stomach. Her white linen did not work in her favor as the man's eyes slowly trailed down her frame with a hungry expression; and his eyes darkened when they fell upon her bare legs. Oh, how she wished she had chosen the longer bed-piece, but with the warm summer nights it was best to have a shorter length.

"Niklaus?" Charlotte's voice wavered as he took a step closer; attention moving from her legs to her breasts, which were almost visible through the thin garb.

"Hello, my lovely," He greeted, tone velvet to her ears. A chill crept up her spin as he took another step, and in reply she took one back, hoping to keep the distance between them. Her mother had warned her about men like Niklaus; men that only desired one thing, the blood of virgins.

"Niklaus, I did not permit you to be here," the blond spoke up hesitantly like a gazelle caught in sight of a hunting lion. He ignored her remark, taking three large strides until he was not but a foot from releasing all of his pent up desires.

"Nikl—"

He silenced her with a look, expressionless as he raised a hand. Her eyes followed the offender as it grazed her cheek, warm to the touch. She could not suppress the tingling sensation that traveled through her veins to the pit of her stomach. It slowly trailed down the side of her face, fingers leaving waves of heat as if they scorched her in their wake. Elijah had never dared touch her so intimately before in the years (three) in which he'd been courting her. And it was not if she were naïve to Niklaus' attention, whenever she visited their property, not but a mile from her own home.

"Why must you tempt me so," He whispered hotly as his hand trailed down the side of her linen, fingers scraping across the tip of her breast, inciting an unknown sensation of pleasure throughout her body.

"I do not understand." She breathed out, insides churning as she went through in her head what else his hands could possibly do to her body. This was not like her; to allow a man, one who was not her intended, to have his way with her; but it was not as if she had not imagined this in her head a thousand times. Elijah was the gentleman; the one who she would always feel could provide her with a more loving and safe home. But, Niklaus, he'd shown her something Elijah had yet to provide her: Passion.

"Niklaus," Charlotte moaned as he pulled her roughly to him without warning; lips crashing down on to hers savagely; nipping and pulling at her lips with a feverous haste. It was almost as if he was devouring her very essence, twisting and pushing her; turning her into the very monster before her. The passionate creature she could become…with the right man.

IV

Mystic Falls, Virginia, Present (2011)

Caroline sent a quick glance around the patrons flooding into the establishment; Rush had been the new—and first underground nightclub to come to Mystic Falls. It was a bit ironic that the theme of the night was 'dress like the dead' because her date for that night was in fact one of the undead—a vampire. And; neither he nor any of the other arrivals were dressed like a rotting corpse; in fact they were all pretty much dressed like the extras from Underworld, which sent a wave of relief through her. Bonnie had told her she was safer going with the Goth Chic look. And Damon didn't seem to mind starring at her in her short, red silk dress; it flowed beautifully down to her knees, exposing her perfect porcelain white legs clad in thigh-length black leather boots.

A swish sounder behind her and she crooner her neck slightly to peak over her shoulder. Stefan.

"What are you doing here, brother?" Damon implored as the younger man approached them; a questionable looking beverage in each hand, wearing a wide smirk on his face. Caroline graciously accepted one as he handed it out to her; their fingers brushed briefly and she still felt the magnetic pull of his touch urging her to him.

"Again, Stefan," Damon began with a harsher tone, "What are you doing here? It's my night with Caroline."

This information pulled the blond out of her daze; imagining what Stefan would be doing to her that night if it were his night to have her. His night—the Salvatores had been kind enough to entertain the idea of both of them sharing her, as they had Katherine over 100 years ago. But this time they were set on not dying over it, and she had a time limit—one to decide who it was she truly wished to be with for eternity. The one she chose would be the one to turn her. Though both could not bear the idea of her choosing the other, they did not wish to see her die. There was something about her that pulled them in from the beginning. Over three years ago. Every day that passed she found it harder and harder to decide.

"What do you think?" She spoke up suddenly, ending any further continuation of their unconstructive argument. She twirled on her heel, allowing Stefan to get the full affect of her dress.

A smile graced his face, eyebrows raised slightly as he took her in. She always looked magnificent.

"I like it." Stefan assured; ignoring the heated glare his brother was sending his way at the disturbance of his date. Caroline beamed brightly at his words, hand absentmindedly going to the necklace he had given her on their first date. A profession of his devotion to her safety, it was filled with vervain of course; to protect her from compulsion, as if either brother would use it on the girl.

"Well, since it's obvious you are not going to leave, I'm going to go get a drink." Damon spoke up suddenly, eyes drifting over to the bar, "It's going to be a long night."

The blond rolled her eyes, but grin escaped her as he slid past her, placing a kiss on her temple before departing.

"Finally, alone," the Salvatore chuckled lightly, eyes flickering to her lips before taking a sip of his drink; the burning sensation sending heat throughout his body. Alcohol was all he had to dull the cravings he got when he was around Caroline. The girl snorted, taking a drink from whatever it was Stefan had gotten for her. She cringed slightly at the intensity of its bitterness.

"Dance?" He requested, taking the glass from her hand just as she was about to take another sip and setting both of theirs down onto the closet table. Caroline nodded, allowing him to lead her out onto the dance floor, full of sweaty, gyrating teens and young adults, all pretty drunk enough already.

With her hand in his he twirled her in front of him before suddenly pulling her back against his body, hand wrapping firmly around her waist and swaying along to the intense rhythm of the music blaring from the speakers.

Damon tipped the bartender a hundred for sparing him the need to use compulsion to get free bourbon. Apparently the man behind the counter swung his way, and was pleasantly pleased to get his number. Or at least what he thought was his number.

He ignored a group of singles eyeing him hungrily and made his way make to the where his two companions—one not necessarily invited. He stopped midway when he noticed the table empty; two seemingly untouched drinks resting on its counter top.

"What the hell," he grumbled to himself as he made his way to the table, slumping into one of the high stools and downing half the contents of his glass before setting it down. Of course Stefan would find a way to run his date night with Caroline into the ground. As the music filled the club his eyes swept the floor, in search of the girl. A familiar head of blond hair caught his eyes; moving steadily through the crowd toward a corner of the club. Damon got on his feet quickly, disappearing through the throng of bobbing heads and pulsating bodies.

A few feet ahead of him, he saw her pale arms and legs moving swiftly through the mass of dancers. Reaching out he grabbed a hold of her arm, turning her around in one quick motion.

"There you are!" He exclaimed hurriedly; noting the surprise on her face at his sudden appearance. "This is supposed to be our date night, not ditch Damon and run off with Stefan, Caroline."

The girl stared back at him in silence; blue eyes wide as he rested a hand on either shoulder, face hardening slightly at her expression.

"What's wrong?" The Salvatore suddenly inquired with worry in his voice. He lifted a hand to her face, pushing back a loose lock of blonde hair, and resting it behind her ear. "Where's Stefan?"

She bit the bottom of her lip; there was something unfamiliar in her eyes. Something different—that hadn't been there moments before.

"Damon." She breathed out; staring back at him with a distressed expression; lips trembling slightly as she spoke his name. It was as if there was an echo in her voice, then he realized someone had called his name from behind in that same instant. He dropped his hands from Caroline and turned on his heel; eyes landing on two familiar faces: Stefan and Caroline—both wearing expectant expressions. His head snapped back to around, and the blond was gone. He felt his stomach drop; eyes returning to his brother and the love of their life.

"What the hell?" Damon exclaimed as they approached him slowly, expressions a mixture of worry and confusion.

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