Hello ladies and gentlemen, I am back, with half of my exams over...thank god!
Reviews make the heart grow fonder guys, I don't wanna be pesty-or pesky/whatever the hell that word is but please do review because I got loads of story alerts but not to many reviews and they really do brighten my day and give me incentive to continue, so please pretty please with a NICE Klaus cherry on top review! :D
This isn't very long again, in reviews please tell me if this is right length or if you want longer :)
And oh dear lord, Ive been rewatching that whole 'Klaroine' kiss. Not impressed with it. Hello, I want JoMo back!
Her head snapped round to her bedroom door, desperately wishing that Klaus wouldn't make an appearance, when she heard him take a seat downstairs she exhaled out of relief.
"I hope your wearing something nice love," He shouted, "Or that you've had a shower, you smell like the woods," Caroline's eyes widened in terror and she moved protectively near the human on her bed, "But don't worry, it's you, you can pull it off."
She let out a croak of disbelief; he was complimenting himself, the vain asshole.
"Get the hint! Leave me alone!" She screamed, slamming the door and rushing to the human Klaus, checking for signs of consciousness, but there was none and hearing no sense of movement from downstairs Caroline closed her bedroom door quietly behind her as she left her room.
She leapt from the railings of the top floor and landed gracefully in front of the hybrid, his smirk immediately changed when he inhaled her scent.
"Who's the human?" He asked with no trace of mockery in his tone.
"Why? You jealous?" She teased, faking nonchalance as she opened the fridge door and retrieved a blood bag.
"Why don't you just feed from him instead?" He growled, snatching the bag from her and raising his eyebrows.
"Jealousy doesn't suit you, love."
"Everything suits me."
Especially medieval clothes, Caroline thought and then mentally slapped herself. She grabbed the bag and shoved it back in the fridge.
"So I can't have my bloody bag in peace? Typical, god you're like Stefan, except you want me to drink from live humans and not bunnies. I can't decide which is worse…"
Klaus opened his mouth, a sarcastic reply forming on his tongue but then a crash sounded from upstairs and both of their heads snapped up. Caroline gulped and slowly looked back to him but his gaze was fixed on the ceiling, trying to bore holes through it.
"He's upstairs?" He asked quietly, not looking at her.
"None of your business," She snapped opening the back door and motioning for him to leave, if her heart still worked it would have jumped out from her chest in fright and her skin would be a ghostly pale colour.
Klaus came towards her and she let out a breath of relief, he was really going to leave, his foot was halfway out of the door, she felt so happy, life was amazing, life was great, oh how joyous she was…the door slammed. He was still in the kitchen. She felt like dying. Again.
"I repeat, not your business," She said opening the door again but Klaus stopped it halfway and smirked, she wanted to slap him.
"Why can't I meet him? I won't scare him, compel him maybe to leave town, maybe jump off a cliff-"
"You're so funny; now let me get back upstairs in peace."
"Peace? Is that what you're going to do upstairs?" He demanded angrily and she took a step back as he advanced on her.
Her back hit the wall and he slammed his hand next to her head, she just managed to hold in a shriek.
"You're letting a bit of your humanity show there Klaus," She whispered, searching his eyes.
"If I can't have you why can a human?" His question wasn't filled with anger, instead it sounded sad, "Why can't you give me a chance? My heart doesn't beat, but I want it to, just to please you, just so that you can consider me."
She opened and closed her mouth, speechless, unable to even breathe, he removed his hand and stepped away from her but she remained where she was, glued to that spot, trying to process the information he had just given her.
"And it's sick," He roared, "What I feel for you is sick!"
Now that made her talk, "Sick? Did you really just use that word?"
She came towards him and shoved him but he remained where he was, not even budging a bit and she hit his chest furiously, "It's nice to know I make you want to vomit. Brilliant chat up line right there, I had Damon use me, compel me, I managed to cope when Matt kept wishing I was Elena, I controlled myself when Tyler left town, but, you know what?"
He seemed surprised by her outburst and her past relationships; he made a mental list of who to kill first for hurting her. She leant towards him, her lips mere inches from his but then she stood on her tip toes and put her hands on his shoulders. He closed his eyes as her lips brushed his ear.
"That is the worst any guy has ever made me feel," And she shoved him so forcefully that he fell and hit the floor with a thud, "Now you are going to leave, because I'm done with this game, if you had real feelings for me you would never refer to them as sick."
She turned away from him and when he let out an exasperated "Caroline," she raised her hand and moved towards the staircase, she heard the back door shut quietly.
She waited a moment until she could no longer hear him and then she raced up the stairs, knocking on her bedroom door before entering.
Human Klaus sat there, his head was bowed but when she entered he immediately looked up, his hands were clasped tightly in front of him as she came to sit on the bed next to him.
"That's how a man treats you?" He asked, his whole body was shaking, and Caroline thanked God that he didn't have vampire strength.
She was taken aback by the malice in his voice and sighed, "Not every man, just that particular one."
"Is he trying to court you?"
Caroline held in a laugh, she'd have to get used to this old fashion language, "I suppose that's one way to put it."
"I wanted to help you," He croaked out, unable to meet her eyes, "But I'm weak, I'm a coward, maybe my Father was right, I really am-"
"Stuck in a different time period where your son of a bitch father is no where around?" Caroline suggested.
"You speak so differently," He put his head in his hands, "This is so strange."
She hesitated before putting her hand on his back and patting it awkwardly, "Don't worry I'll help you find a way back."
"A man being saved by a woman? My father would truly give me a beating if he witnessed this;" He paused, searching her eyes, "What is my saviour's name?"
"Caroline," She smiled, then after a brief paused she realised he was waiting for her to continue, "What's yours?"
"Niklaus."
"Niklaus? Not Klaus?" She asked puzzled and his eyebrows furrowed together at her response and he shook his head.
At least I can call them something different, otherwise that would be awkward.
"Well Niklaus you must be tired," She said standing from her bed and moving towards her cupboard.
"I-I-I," He stuttered rising instantly and moving towards the door, "I'm sorry for my intrusion, I'll leave."
She grabbed a pillow and duvet and whirled round, "Leave? Don't be ridiculous, you don't know this place," Before he could even speak she pushed the pillow in his hands, "You will stay here with me, and that's an order."
He laughed a laugh full of humour with no trace of hardness and Caroline wanted to rub her eyes at the difference between this Klaus and the man he would become.
He put the pillow on the floor and lay down, his eyes closing; Caroline couldn't control her own laughter, if only Klaus could see himself now. He would be horrified, she wanted to grab her phone and take a photo but realised she'd have to explain what a telecommunication device is to Niklaus and she was too exhausted.
"On the floor? Ok, that's not acceptable, your having the bed," She leant down beside him and tried to grab his pillow, his eyes snapped open and she heard his heart pound.
"I can not deprive a lady of her bed," He said shaking his head and holding on to his pillow, she playfully tugged on it but he refused.
"If you're going to be such a gentlemen then I insist you have a mattress."
She left the room before he could complain and returned quickly to find him standing by her dresser, examining a photograph; it was of her and Elena, in their cheerleading uniforms.
She tried not to feel embarrassed as she recalled Alaric in history class lecturing them about how women's clothing in those times was very different, and didn't reveal anything, to Niklaus she must look like a 'harlot'.
"What time is this?" He asked shakily, his thumb tracing over Elena's face and Caroline rolled her eyes.
It's Elena Gilbert and a boy, of course this would happen.
"I don't know," She replied harshly, "About one thousand years into the future, why are you doing that with my photo?"
He stopped immediately and dropped it, he turned round to face her, his cheeks slightly red, "I'm sorry, the girl, she reminded me of this woman I know, Tatia."
"Tatia?" Caroline echoed trying to recall where she heard that before but came up with nothing.
"She's only just arrived in my village, Elijah seems quite taken with her," He noted and watched with satisfaction when the blonde beauty before him looked relieved.
Caroline saw that he noticed her reaction and immediately turned away; slamming the mattress on the floor and putting a pillow and duvet on it, both were pink. She really wanted to take a picture as Niklaus lay down.
"I'll find new clothes for you to wear tomorrow," She said grabbing her own pyjamas and walking towards the bathroom, she shut the door quietly behind her and ran her hands through her hair, no idea what to do next, no idea how to cope.
She stared in the mirror for a long moment, muttering encouragements to herself until she finally calmed down and peeled her clothes from her body.
He felt disgusting, he felt wrong but he couldn't look away. Caroline's mind had seemed to wander some place else as she entered her bathroom, she didn't even register that the door was slightly ajar as she took off her t-shirt.
He could see her naked back and blushed, trying to look away, she turned to her side and he noticed the curve of her breast and he put his hands in front of his eyes, trying to stop the temptation rising within him.
He remained like that until she came back to the room, her new clothes were covered in kitten prints and he marvelled over the detail of them, trying to understand her desire to be dressed in such an outfit.
She climbed on to her bed and pulled the covers over her, "Are you comfortable," She asked quietly, gazing at the ceiling.
"Quite, thank you," He replied, "I do not know what I shall do tomorrow but do not worry I won't occupy anymore of your precious time," The word's seemed forced from his mouth and he was grateful when she scoffed in indignation.
"No offence, but your from a thousand years ago, you even stepping foot outside this house could change the world."
"So I am to remain here?"
"Yep, your stuck with me, sorry about that."
"No need to be sorry," He whispered, glad she couldn't see his overly joyful face; "There's no place I'd rather be."
