The Klaroline Diaries Season 1

by Erin Salvatore

Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries. I'm just borrowing. Only the story is mine.

Note: This idea has been brewing around in my head for a while now, and I thought I'd take a stab at it. The plot is this: In 1692, a witch tells Klaus he will meet his true love. He dismisses it as a lie and orders her death. 300 years later, Caroline Forbes arrives in New Orleans and when Klaus encounters her, he remembers the prophecy the witch made.

ENJOY THE RIDE, LOVELIES!

Episode 1 – The Witch's Prophecy

Salem, Massachusetts, 1692

The witch tied to the stake had a look of defiance on her face as she gazed at the crowd that was gathered around to witness her execution. She knew that her time was near, and yet, she refused to show them that she was afraid. As she continued to stare out at the crowd, she noticed a very familiar face. It was him, it was Klaus Mikaelson. The hybrid. The one that she had a psychic vision about. Why was he here? Could it be that he had come to hear what she had to say? Or was he here to witness her death?

She didn't have to wonder too much, however, because she heard him say, "So, do you have any final words before your execution is carried out?"

"I have something to say," she replied. "It has to do with you."

Klaus gave her a quizzical look. "What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I have seen a vision," said the witch, ignoring the look he was giving her. "It has to do with the future. You will meet your true love, and she will save you from your eternal loneliness. She will also help you defeat the tyrant known as Mikael."

Klaus growled. She dared mention that bastard in his presence? He went up to her and slapped her face so hard that she started to bleed from the mouth, which he ignored. "You lying bitch! I have no true love! Not since the day that heartless whore I call my mother killed the woman I loved when I became what I am!" He turned to one of the villagers. "I've heard enough. Burn her!"

With that being said, he walked away from the scene, ignoring the tortured screams of the witch as the flames burned around her.

New Orleans, Louisiana – 323 years later...

Caroline Forbes sighed as she stepped out of the taxi, placing her bag over her shoulder. The blonde vampire had come here to the Quarter after running away from her home in Mystic Falls, Virginia, after a falling out between her and her asshole ex, Tyler. She had even threatened to rip the bastard's balls off if he ever came near her again before cracking his neck and leaving him unconscious on the Lockwood property.

That asshole obviously never bothered to understand me if he thinks that he can control me, she thought. Well, he can't control me. Nobody tells Caroline Forbes what she can and can't do.

She shook her head and began to walk down the street, passing the humans as she did, smelling the blood coming from them and trying to surpress her hunger. Thankfully, she had stashed a bag of B positive in her suitcase. After passing another human, she took it out of her bag and ripped it open, drinking the blood and savoring the sweet taste of it. That's when she felt like someone was following her. That's weird, who the hell could be following her? She didn't know anyone here, so who could it be? She looked over her shoulder to see if she could spot whoever it was, but she found no one there.

Rolling her eyes, she faced forward again and continued her trek. No sooner did she do so than the feeling returned. Great, I'm being stalked in a strange city. Just what I didn't need. It's bad enough Tyler was being an asshole to me, but to be stalked by some weirdo? That's just...I can't describe it.

Fed up, she said, "All right, whoever this is, I suggest you show yourself!"

No sooner did she say that than she came face to face with a handsome man with short, slightly curly dark blonde hair, greenish blue eyes, a body that although it was covered in the white shirt, dark blue jeans, black leather jacket, and boots he was wearing, looked like it was ideal for nights of hot, steamy sex, and lips she could kiss and nibble. Perfect, I have a hot stalker. Who'd have guessed?

"What brings you to New Orleans, love?"

His accented voice brought her back to reality somewhat and she didn't blink as she replied, "If you must know, I couldn't stand my life back in the piece of shit town I lived in. Plus, my idiot boyfriend thought he was so superior by trying to control me."

The man snorted. "He was a fool if he thought he could do that."

Caroline scowled. "Well, I didn't ask you for your opinion. I don't even know you, and you sure as hell don't know me. Furthermore, I don't appreciate being stalked like I was someone's prey."

"I do apologize for that, love. Perhaps I didn't handle things properly." He cleared his throat. "My name is Klaus, Klaus Mikaelson. Who might you be?"

Caroline felt her breath leave her. My stalker has a sexy name. How lucky am I? "I'm Caroline Forbes."

Klaus smirked and lifted her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing her knuckles. "A pleasure to meet you, Caroline. Tell me, do you have any place to stay while you're here?"

"No, I don't," she replied. "I didn't plan that far ahead."

"Well, consider that rectified," said Klaus. "It just so happens that I have a place that has plenty of room for guests. You can stay there as long as you'd like."

Caroline was positively stunned by his offer. Even though she didn't expect it, she found herself unable to refuse. Besides, where else was she going to go? How often did someone offer to let her stay at his place?

"All right, you convinced me."

"Good," said Klaus. "I promise you, Caroline, you won't regret this."

Thus ends the first episode of The Klaroline Diaries. Will the prophecy come true? Stay tuned!