Hey, guys! So I forgot to write something on the first one and tried to edit it, but it was an epic fail, but I decided to write this because I'm a HUGE shipper of Klaroline and despite Klaus' death (tear), I can't imagine Caroline and Klaus not being together. I also don't believe for one second that Caroline isn't sad about his death, so this is how I imagine her reacting during that night and the days after. I know that there is a chance he could come back in the next episode, but even if that happens, I'll continue up with this fic in my own direction since I have a pretty good idea of where it's going.
PS, I don't own TVD or the characters!
I had fun writing this chapter, so review and enjoy! I'd love to know what you guys think.
Also, I wanted to try something. On the show they have songs for key moments, so I decided to do the same. The song for one of my key moments of this chapter (during the dream) will be Summer 78 - Yann Tiersen, which you can find on youtube!
And thank you so much for the early reviews!
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzzzzz.
Opening her eyes, Caroline stared up towards the ceiling.
Her vibrating phone went off like mad, buzzing every minute as it eventually woke her.
She hated when that happened.
She hated being woken up when her body didn't seem the least bit ready. Though, by the fifth vibration against her bed, Caroline forced herself to reach over to where she left it that night.
Dragging it along the sheets lazily, she frowned.
"Whoever this is, it better be important", she thought.
This always happened when she had good dreams and despite not knowing or remembering what the dream was about in that moment, she could tell by the tingle in her stomach that it was something she only had the option of enjoying.
As the birds chirped and the sunlight peaked through, giving her room extra light that wasn't needed, her eyes flickered shut.
All of her lights were still on, just as she left them, causing her morning to be even less appetizing as her eyes needed to adjust slowly. Flickering them back open just enough to ease herself into the bright lights, Caroline finally brought her phone into view.
10 text messages.
10.
Did something happen while she was asleep?
Bonnie / 3:50AM
- Hey, Elena's in the hospital. She fainted last night, so I'm here with her. We won't be here long since the doctors said she'll be fine, so you don't have to come, but we'll meet you at school?
She sighed.
There was something always going on with Elena, and even though she loved her, Caroline couldn't help to be a little sick of it.
Feeling guilty from that thought alone, Caroline x'd out of Bonnie's message and went to the next.
Tyler / 7:30AM
- Just wanted to check up on you to see if you are okay. You've got me worried. I was outside of the school waiting for you but you didn't show up. Where are you?
7:30AM?
Shit!
As she looked at the time on her phone seeing that she had missed first period... and a couple of other periods, Caroline jumped out of bed.
1:25PM.
It wasn't morning after all.
Now she understood why she had so many text. Everyone was probably worried sick about her!
Granted they could have just come over and knock on her door, but it was typical in their group to always assume the worst first, before last. Which, judging by the amount of text, she knew that they thought something had gone wrong.
After all, when had Caroline Forbes ever been late for school?
As she scrolled down through all the text, only seeing a few words from them, she stopped when she got to the last text from Bonnie, ignoring all of those after, she read it.
Bonnie / 12:10PM
- Caroline, where are you? I've been outside knocking like crazy and no one is answering. Are you even home? Did something happen? With Alaric out here, you should know not to worry us like this! Just... text me or call me back. ASAP.
And that's when it came rushing back.
Alaric.
He was a vampire now.
She began remembering all that happened the day before; Alaric torturing her, Elena saving her, Klaus helping her, everything became clear.
It only made sense that they'd be worried about her, that they'd want to know where she was and why she hadn't shown up.
But she was fine.
Rushing and late for school, but fine.
After she finished putting on her clothes for the day, Caroline grabbed her things and left.
She often wondered why she drove when her super vampire speed could get there faster than any car could, but to keep a bit of normalcy in her life, driving was her best option.
Not to mention, driving helped her think.
When she wasn't in her room, she always felt that this was the only other place she could think. Where her thoughts would become clearer than she ever imagined, helping her understand things a lot more. Remember things.
Remember.
Klaus.
As it all really began rushing back, the sinking feeling in her stomach had finally returned.
Klaus was dead.
How the hell could she forget about that?
Stopping her car, abruptly, in the middle of the street, Caroline inhaled and exhaled deeply- rapidly.
Last night, the thought of him being gone was soothed by her dream, but now, reality was setting in.
The reality that he was gone and possibly never coming back.
As everything began making sense, Caroline closed her eyes.
She didn't quite understand why this bothered her so much, but as she was brought out of her trance, forcing her to think of it no more by the screeching tires and honking car horn behind her, she freed her mind.
Free of Klaus.
Free of Alaric.
Free of the sick and twisted reality that she called her life, if only for a little while.
He was dead, and Alaric was going to try and kill them all.
There was nothing she could possibly do about it, so instead of dwelling, she exhaled one last time, spoke a few words to herself, "Stop worrying about it, Caroline. Just. Stop.," and headed off to school.
As an intoxicating yet haunting melody played in the distance, Caroline took in her surroundings.
That music, she'd heard it before. She had heard it many of times, actually, but couldn't quite place it.
Was she dreaming again?
She had no idea, but as she walked deeper into the castle and looked around, she knew that a dream could be the only explanation for this.
It was beautiful, breathtaking, and a bit medieval. A place she would never find in Mystic Falls. A place that she could hide from all of her troubles. A place that she could surely get use to calling home.
As a smile toyed at her lips, she walked deeper inside the castle.
There was a light at the end of the hall, peaking out just enough to spark her curiosity.
She didn't know where she was, or how she had gotten there, but as she walked further and photographs of The Originals hung on the walls, she became aware of where she could have been.
This was their home. This had to have been a place where they lived and could remain free from the worries of the outside world.
As her eyes became intrigued, forcing her curiosity of seeing it all to intensify, Caroline wouldn't stop until reaching the light, and it was then that she saw her reason for being there.
He sat with his back turned to her, well-dressed in something she assumed to be from the 1800's and playing the melody that did nothing but lure her in.
Caroline took it all in and enjoyed the sight of him. His hair was longer, and while she wasn't always a fan of that, she enjoyed it on him.
As his fingers moved across the piano keys with such ease and grace, his words caught her off guard.
"You're late."
"I didn't know I was being timed." As Caroline's eyes softened, she walked closer to him.
His playing continued, causing a sigh to slip passed her lips before he stopped abruptly and turned to face her.
He remained seated.
"You look lovely," he said while smiling just enough to let her know he was pleased to see her.
With being so consumed in her surroundings, Caroline hadn't even noticed her own appearance. As she looked down, spotting the red corseted fuller dress, and the thick curls that hung loosely over her shoulders, she raised an eyebrow before thanking him and giving a curtsy, hoping to play into this role as much as possible.
However, when hearing a laugh escape his lips, Caroline moved closer, allowing him to pull her close enough for their bodies to touch.
"So, is this your dream... or mine?," she asked.
As they swayed back and forth, dancing to the sound of their own voices, Klaus tilted his head just enough to look at her from the corner of his eye.
"What do you think, love?"
"Well, you're dead. So it has to be mine..."
Watching him smile a smile that barely reached his eyes. while he remained nonchalant about all that happened, Caroline raised an eyebrow.
"...Right?" She was unsure.
"Well, let's just say, I'm not as dead as you think... I'm simply... sleeping."
"So, it is your dream..."
"It is yours. Your fantasy. I'm just along for the ride."
His words were of those that she knew would never slip from her mind. There was a chance that their dreams were shared. That, because he wasn't exactly dead, and possibly only sleeping, that the world she created was in fact, created by the both of them.
It explained the pictures that only his mind could create, as well as the castle they currently resided in.
As Caroline exhaled, Klaus quickly turned her, forcing her back to his front.
She gasped.
Allowing his hands to roam around her fully clothed body, he gently moved the hair from the right side of her neck, exposing her skin for the taking.
As he placed gentle kisses along a pumping vein in her neck, he let his lips find her jawline.
Only last week, things in her life seemed a bit more normal than usual, but now, as she stood in the very large dim light room with candles supplying an extra source of lighting, with a hybrid kissing at her neck in such a way that would force any woman to kneel at his feet and surrender herself to him, she wondered when and how all of this began.
It was only a dream, but even then, Caroline was very much aware of the reality she had to soon return to.
When and why did this Klaus thing start? And how could she break herself out of it?
With the feel of his hands exploring her body, Caroline soon became sure that breaking herself out of it was something she no longer wanted. She finally chose to submit herself completely into this fantasy world, with the hope of getting what she wanted all along.
Him.
Without shame.
Without regret.
Without anyone ever knowing.
As her body slowly began to react to the kisses he placed against her flesh, she laced her fingers with his, forcing them to stay at her waist as his tongue tasted the saltiness of her flesh.
Caroline knew where this was going, and although she welcomed it, she stood firmly, hoping to prepare herself.
Feeling his teeth sink into her deeply, Caroline moaned.
As she listened, enjoying the sound of her blood pumping into his mouth, she leaned her head back.
"You're enjoying this more than I expected... Far cry from last night."
Widening her eyes, she lifted her head.
He confirmed what she thought.
They were sharing dreams. Dreams that seemed to cloud both of their memories.
Enjoying this revelation, Caroline turned to him.
Watching as her blood dripped down his mouth and the darkened veins appeared just enough to see his true monstrous side, the side that they all feared, she let her hand sit on his cheek as her thumb brushed gently against the tainted area under his eye.
"Maybe I'm not thinking so much this time."
Her words, unlike before, would now lure him in.
As he kissed her, somewhat forcing her to taste the sweetness of her own blood, Caroline moaned into his lips.
She never expected this to happen, but as the feel of his somewhat plump lips took hers captive, she was happy that it had taken her by surprise.
That it came out of nowhere only to bring the wondrous excitement back into her life.
