*Many thanks to my beta Anastasia Dreams. My stories would not be the same without her and probably I would not have published them either.
** Also I would like to inform you that this story turned into a four-shot after all. This is the third chapter and in the end of it I have a question for all of you ;)
Summary :
She knew that she was running deep into his veins and now she was feeling the same primal need. He was all she could feel and taste. He had become her addiction and no matter how much she tried to fight it she had no other options left. Their bond was unbreakable… for love might be forever but blood is eternal.
General information:
For this story Klaus returns to Mystic Falls because Caroline desperately needs his help.
After some adjustments I have decided to make (read the question below the chapter) everything up to season 4 of TVD are now considered canon for this story too. No worries, nothing changes for this story and there are much to come when it comes to that.
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Warnings:
Dark themes and themes of addiction. Rated M.
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Disclaimer:
I Own nothing
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Previously in
Part ii : Sins of Blood
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"Well…One way to find out, love," he said and went and sat back on her bed.
"How?" she asked in an almost scared voice.
He lifted and turned the sleeves of his jacket and his shirt on his right forearm up.
"Feed from me," he simply told her and her eyes opened wide.
"What? No!" she backed down immediately, refusing him even if her hunger was rapidly returning as her eyes looked at his bare arm.
"If it is my blood you need then once you feed from me all your symptoms will go away. No more intense hunger. No more loss of control. You will return to normal. You'll be sated and sane again. If not, then we will take it from there," he told her and waited.
She gulped as the intense need to go near him and lose herself in his blood slowly took over every rational thought she could make. But she couldn't even move. This was too much. She was battling her desire for his blood with her hope that his theory was false. Because if it wasn't, then it would mean that her life would forever change. Irreversible he had said. There was a chance that she could be irreversibly connected with Klaus and she didn't know if she could take a step towards such future.
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Part 3 | In my veins
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Nothing goes as planned…Everything will break…
Everything is dark…It's more than you can take…
Everything will change…Nothing stays the same…
Nobody here's perfect…Oh, but everyone's to blame…
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Mediterranean sea. Year 1659.
A storm was coming.
Klaus could smell it and he could feel it in his bones. He was standing on the deck as the wind was raging. The white foam of the angry waves painted the sea in absolute blackness as the sky was moonless tonight.
The sails were barely holding. The mast ready to break in half. This was a small ship that was now a captive to the sea's rage as the weather was changing. The ship was constantly dipping from one side to the other as the force of the ocean was unyielding.
The sharp air was ruffling his wet hair, but he did not feel the cold. His eyes were as dark as the endless waters in front of his sight. The waves were crashing over the ship and his body and his hands gripped the slippery gunnel so hard that the wood was breaking underneath his fingers. He was barely controlling his anger.
Again they were on the run. They had left Corsica in a hurry. All their belongings that were left behind had probably turned to ash by now. They only took with them what they considered necessary which meant some boxes and Finn's coffin.
They had compelled everyone to burn their house to the ground, to destroy all evidence of their existence there and to forget they ever encountered them. Once again news of Mikael's arrival had reached their ears so they abandoned everything behind and run once again.
Destination unknown.
For now they were heading towards Cyprus and from there they would leave Europe behind them and probably go to Egypt. At least he and Rebekah would. Kol would probably choose another destination in order for them to leave different traces behind and to confuse Mikael in case he was indeed after them.
Elijah was not with them. After his betrayal with Katerina, Elijah had gone a separate way before he had the chance to dagger him. He hadn't seen him for almost two centuries now. His noble brother gone from his life. His absence and betrayal something that would forever be a thorn on his side.
Kol came and left his life. Never interested in staying with them for long.
The only one that truly stood by him was Rebekah. Rebekah and her constant need to fall in love with unworthy men.
He sighed as Kol approached him and stood beside him. Wind and water surrounding both of them.
Kol's coat was open and his white shirt had turned red. They were keeping the crew alive, but they were always feeding from them. But from the looks of it, Kol appeared to have taken a bath in blood. It looked as though their crew must have decreased in numbers.
"Did you at least left the captain alive?" Klaus asked with boredom but he didn't hear a reply. Kol simply put his hands into the pockets of his coat and looked at the sea.
Kol's eyes seemed haunted. His childishness gone as he looked in the black sea.
After a long silence Kol spoke with something that resembled…regret which startled Klaus for a minute there because regret was an emotion unfamiliar for his little brother.
"She is calling for him again," he said.
"Who is?" Klaus asked even though he knew the answer.
"Bekah, Philip," Kol simply mentioned the names without taking his eyes of the black waters.
Klaus refused to say anything and Kol pressed his lips together. After so many years, there were still times that Rebekah called for Philip in her nightmares. Times that she screamed for him in her sleep. She still mourned him in her dreams.
Klaus could still not believe that after two hundred and fifty years his sister was still harboring feelings for a corpse.
"She still loves him," Kol said.
"Him and many others," Klaus replied tiredly.
"It is not the same and you know it," Kol said still refusing to look anywhere but the sea, "…this is our fault," he whispered.
Klaus said nothing.
"She will never forgive me, Nik," Kol said in the roaring wind.
"Don't be ridiculous Kol" Klaus replied with a voice laced with indignation.
"Vampires never forget," Kol suddenly said as he turned to look at him, his true age showing.
"We get hurt, we move on, but we never forget. You and I are incapable of love, but Rebekah was and she will never forget," Kol said with glassy eyes as regret and madness danced within them.
Klaus looked at him with narrowed eyes as Kol's demeanor changed from honest to threatening.
"This is why you don't want her ever finding out that you ordered me to kill her love isn't it … brother?" Kol said as he spat the word brother with distaste.
Klaus took a threatening step forward, but Kol didn't retreat.
From all his siblings Kol was always the one to never back down and the only one that had a similar rage with him even without hiding a wolf inside. He was the one that had fewer limitations and inhibitions even from him.
Him and Kol were so alike in some manners that moments like these they should not be allowed to be near each other. A long time ago, it was Elijah that kept them in line, but now Elijah was gone and Klaus was not in the mood to deal with Kol's foolishness and guilt. Especially now that Mikael had once again exiled them from their house and hunted them down like they were animals. He was already itching to unleash his rage and Kol's attitude was only fueling the fire.
"Be careful Kol," his voice laced with warning.
"Because if she ever finds out she will never forget; she will never forgive you!" Kol told him with an anger that rivaled his own and could barely be contained.
The tempest became worse as they faced each other. The water was whipping at their faces and bodies, but they were standing still and unmovable, ignoring nature's anger as their own surfaced.
Klaus grabbed his little brother by the lapels of his coat and he growled.
"It was YOU that killed him! And you had fun doing it remember?" Klaus said with a low voice as his face was inches away from Kol's.
"WE killed him! Remember your words Nik? Time to get rid of our sister's nuisance you said, rip out his heart you said!" Kol mocked as he pushed Klaus away from him.
"And you did! Because that damn fool was supposed to be your friend and Bekah had stolen him from you," Klaus taunted and Kol lunched at him.
Their supernatural speed turned their bodies into formless shapes in the night as they kept punching each other; ferocious kicks and hits that drew blood. They kept throwing each other with great force around. The water was pouring on them as they kept taking and giving merciless hits.
"Better to break the toy than to share it with your big sister," Klaus taunted as he grabbed his brother and threw him on the mast. It cracked and splinters of wood found their way into the air.
Kol found his balance again and gripped Klaus by his arms before he took a swing at him and pushed him so fiercely that sent him into the banister.
"What about you? You would do anything to have Bekah come crawling back to you. Then you would still have the favor of her witches! What is it Nik? Bekah's love for another was too much for you to bear?" he mocked.
"Stop talking Kol!" Klaus yelled, his voice travelling in the wind as he picked himself up.
"For a man that claims not to love you surely are doing everything to keep our sisters' devotion and love for you…and only for you," Kol continued mercilessly.
"One more word and I swear I'll-"
"She never forgave me! She will never forgive you either!" Kol screamed at him and Klaus flashed in front of him in the blink of an eye and shoved him back.
"By the Gods if you do not draw yourself together I will send you into the bottom of the sea, Kol!"
Kol didn't care, but didn't attack either.
"We are running from Mikael and she is crying over the man WE killed! This doesn't mean anything to you?" he said without yelling this time.
Klaus pinched the bridge of his bloody nose.
"It is not time for you to grow a conscience Kol! You have Philip's blood on your hands, you agreed, I didn't see you hesitating. It was game for you! It still is!" he accused him.
"Yes it was, yes! But not anymore…This is why I owe her! We both owe her at least the truth!" Kol insisted as he intently looked at Klaus.
It was at that time that Klaus' view over his brother changed. For the first time he wasn't seeing his little brother, but a man that was opposing him. A man that was threatening him.
"She will NEVER know!" he growled with menace.
"Right…because… if I tell her you would lose the last person that truly loves you?" Kol said ironically as he laughed.
Klaus's eyes filled with blood as his vampire face came forth.
"One more word and I will feed you your own heart!" he said and his fangs gleamed in the darkness.
Kol laughed, showing no fear. But his laugher had no mirth or emotion. It was vacant like his eyes.
Kol stepped forward and looked at Klaus in a way he never had before. This time there was no admiration, no playfulness. This time there was not even anger. Only a disappointment that was ready to swallow them whole.
Rain joined the waves and the wind. Flashes of light filled the night as thunder danced in the ethers.
Both of their faces were illuminated in the dark as rain poured on their bodies. Their clothes on them were like a second flesh, their skin wet and their hair sticking up on their end.
Fathomless eyes looking at each other.
"Look what did her love for you do to her! To ALL OF US! Rebekah is broken and she hates me! Elijah is gone because of you!" Kol's pain vibrated in his accusations.
Klaus threw Kol into the mast again but this time without mercy. Bones broke and before Kol could move Klaus had him by the neck as he had shoved a piece of wood into his stomach.
Kol grunted in pain.
"Elijah is a traitor!" Klaus bellowed "He left because there is a dagger waiting to claim his heart! But if you ever dare to threaten me again that dagger will lock you into a coffin for the rest of your eternity!" Klaus said now with a low voice, never taking his eyes off Kol.
Kol's eyes widened with surprise. Klaus had never daggered him before. He never had a reason to. No matter how different they were, Klaus, his big brother, would never dare lock him in a coffin. Or so he had thought.
"Do not betray me brother!" Klaus said as he let him go.
Kol took the wood out of his stomach with a look of contempt.
"None of us ever did, not me, not Rebekah, not Elijah" he said to Klaus as he turned his back on him.
Klaus remain silent as his hands turned into fists.
"You are the one that keeps betraying us," Kol said leaving him alone on the deck in the sea storm.
Caroline didn't know for how long she stood still staring at him. It was like he was asking her to make a leap into the most terrifying unknown.
Klaus was sitting on the bed watching her with his own careful expression. He was waiting without pressuring her, but they both knew that she was losing control. She knew that if he wanted he could force her to feed on him very easily. All he had to do was bite his own skin and let the blood flow. Even that thought was making her mouth salivate and her insides churn with need.
And even though she knew that he was thinking about it, she also knew that he wouldn't do it. Somehow she trusted him not to do it and somehow she was resisting her own need that was turning indomitable.
The thought of being blood bonded with Klaus was so terrifying that she was battling her craving for his blood. It was holding her back.
If he was right then what? She couldn't do this and yet the temptation was overwhelming.
To taste his blood again. To feel the sensation vibrating inside her. She had been dreaming of this. Not that she would ever admit this to anyone. Her infamous control was slipping away from her grasp, much more now that those dreams could be real.
She sighed and she trembled. Shudders ran through her and she looked towards the door. She was suffocating. She wanted to get out of there, but she couldn't risk it. Only moments before she was acting like a rabid animal. She could hurt people and she wouldn't do that.
And if she was to try to leave she had the feeling that Klaus wouldn't let her either way. Not Klaus, not even Stefan who was still guarding her door.
"You know, sweetheart, you have the most transparent face I have seen," he told her softly and she turned to him only to find him looking at her with a gaze full of tenderness.
"Is that why I was always so good at distracting you?" she mocked him stubbornly.
She saw him smirking at her.
"Not always," he told her with a pointed look.
"Is that so?" she challenged.
"Wanting to be distracted from and actually being distracted are two completely different things," he said as his smirk grew wider.
She huffed at that and then she almost smiled. The idea that right now he was the one distracting her from her fears seemed almost comical to her.
She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes.
"So what would you call the night at the grill?" she confronted him with a look of defiance.
"A revelation," he whispered almost wickedly, but there was something sincere in his eyes that made her feel all warm and tingly.
He placed his palms on his knees and looked at her seriously his disposition changing from teasing to austere and honest.
"That night you were reckless, strong and brave enough to go against an Original…against me," he told her and she looked at him carefully and for a moment she felt a sense of danger.
"That night," he continued, "you did it to help your friend, now use the same bravery to help yourself sweetheart," he encouraged her.
"You said I was reckless," she reminded him.
"But safe," he said, "You will always be safe with me Caroline and you know it," he said with a warm tone and she gulped.
"Don't do this, not now," she pleaded with him.
"Especially now," he said as he leaned forward and looked at her with an intensity that made her stop thinking about anything else but him.
"I am here to help you sweetheart and I will do anything for you," he promised her.
"Maybe that is what scares me," she said with an almost inaudible voice turning her eyes away from him.
"Maybe…or maybe what really scares you is that …this… is not scaring you," he challenged her.
And he was right.
He was Klaus. She was supposed to be careful around him. She was supposed to despise him and not feel safe next to him. She didn't want to have to do this. Because if he was right and they were bonded then she wouldn't have anywhere to run. He wouldn't let her. And then what? What would she do? How many walls would she have to rise in order to keep him at bay and to keep her sanity intact?
Being connected –in any way– with Klaus was a betrayal. To her friends and to everything she believed. He was everything she should hate and yet she didn't feel that way. Not anymore and not for a long time now. Not only wasn't he scaring her, but she found herself making excuses for his behavior and also understanding him. And parts of her felt so similar to him and that was what was terrifying her.
She closed her eyes and when she opened them again he wasn't sitting on the bed, but he was standing in front of her. She tried to take a step back, but he didn't let her.
He grasped her shoulders and looked at her with a desperate look.
"In the last months I have lost everything that mattered to me Caroline," he confessed "I won't lose you too," he told her as his grip became tighter. She looked at him and saw pain. She saw torment and an agony that made her heart ache.
'What happened to him in New Orleans?' she asked herself silently but his eyes told her that these wounds might be new; wounds that would also be left unattended by others and their truth unspoken and unseen.
She tried to think of something else because the torrent of emotion that she saw in his eyes was almost unbearable to her.
She had to focus on her present. On now. And now she was losing herself. She was losing her mind. And Klaus was probably her only anchor left. One that could end up drowning her in the end.
"If you are right…" she said, leaving the threat of their situation lingering between them.
"If I am right, we will deal with it, together. And if I am not I will still stay by your side until we find out what is wrong, either way you won't have to do this alone," he promised her and for once again she wasn't looking at the Original Hybrid, but at the man that was in love with her. A man that she wanted to trust; A man that was still Klaus.
"You are asking me to trust you," she said tentatively.
"I am asking you to trust yourself, your instincts," he whispered to her as his thumbs rubbed her arms in soothing circles, "I would never hurt you and you know it and if I am asking you to do this it is because I want to help you…. but I won't force you into this," he said.
"That been settled…we do need to know what is happening, Caroline. You need to know what is happening, but for this to happen you will need to take the next step," he told her and he tilted her head up gently with his fingers.
"Better to know now, than to live in doubt, love."
She could tell that he was refraining from telling her that she didn't have many options left. Living in doubt actually meant that she could lose herself in more vampiric psychotic episodes.
"My instincts are telling me… that I need your blood," she admitted with shame, showing him that this scared her because deep down she knew that she didn't have to feed from him to know that this was happening.
It was already happening.
She saw his eyes darkening and bit her bottom lip as her breath hitched.
"Then have at it," he told her with a husky, inviting voice and it was that same baritone sound that calmed her and somehow made her feel safe.
He took her hand in his and tangled his fingers with hers. Raw electricity ran through her as he gently led her to her bed and they sat next to each other.
Without any more words, he offered her his bare wrist and waited.
He nodded reassuringly at her and she took a deep breath allowing her vampire senses to take over.
Her eyes changed and her fangs slowly freed themselves from the confines of her gums. She saw the look of bewilderment and appreciation in his eyes and that drove her closer to him as he took his wrist in both of her hands and brought it to her mouth.
And then her fangs sank into his skin.
All second thoughts, all her fears and her doubts vanished the moments his blood spilled into her mouth. Heaven exploded inside her. The most perfect wine. All his dreams and her nightmares combined into one taste. All her desires and all his needs intertwined. A fire that consumed her whole and left nothing else except a warmth so strong it flowed deep inside her in heat waves. She swallowed and she gulped. It was like a poison and an anesthetic. A healing balm and a narcotic. The terrible feeling of the excruciating mind numbing hunger was at last sated. No blood could compare to this sanguine river running down her throat, thick, metallic and hot. So hot. No such heavenly taste could ever be found again. She craved it so much. She was deprived from it for so long.
Copula.
She moaned as her fangs slid deeper into his skin. His veins were her gates to heaven and his blood was the elixir that would keep her floating in paradise. All her consciousness faded away. The only thing left were her instincts as the vampire inside her took control and was at the same moment put at ease. She didn't have to open her vampiric eyes in order to see Klaus's other arm encircling her. She could feel him. All her senses were more alert than ever and she could feel everything with her body and her emotions. Her mind was absent. Her voice of logic was not taunting her anymore. All she could hear was his soothing voice comforting her and encouraging her while she felt safe and comfortable in his arms. His hand sliding over her hair and caressing her curls. Her heart was beating in a wild tempo that seemed to be synchronized with his. Bliss, euphoria.
Nothing could break this connection.
Cognatio.
Strong, ageless, fearless. This was what she was in his hands.
Connected. This is what they were as his blood flooded inside her veins.
She couldn't get him out. He was all she could taste, all she wanted. She wanted to stay and run away at the same time because this rising need was changing her hopes, her dreams, her very core. Nothing was the same as flames consumed her own blood and changed it. This was more than she could take. She was losing ground so fast. She couldn't control herself as her sharp teeth left his wounded arm and she flashed her face to his neck. She heard him moaning as her teeth savagely broke his skin, and the new flow of his divine blood touched her tongue.
Coagmentatio.
Her hands desperately wrapped around his neck, caressed his nape and travelling lower; they explored the muscles of his back only to dig hard into his shoulder blades effectively ruining his leather jacket. She practically straddled him, her fangs still embedded in his carotid artery as his finger threaded through her hair. He was all she could feel and he was like a ghost that was taking over and possessing her. His blood seemed to have a will of its own. It was conquering her from the inside out. Her skin was tingling. Sensations she had never felt before manifested in her body. Her arousal bloomed as she kept hungrily drinking him in. She felt as if she wanted to have his blood as a mark over her own. It was the only thing that made her feel alive. Alive in a reckless and yet safe way. She felt as if she was wrapped inside a cocoon of blood and lust, but it was deeper.
Infragilis.
It was like she could feel him inside her. So deep inside it reached the place where the dark connected with her soul. To the place that was without light and was craving pain, lust, despair, pain. In that place she could taste even his emotions and memories.
Aeternum.
His blood was her life and now she was coming back to life again. At last. The feeling of delirium was still there, but in a different way. She was not feeling dehydrated anymore. No weight was holding her down anymore as all her senses had returned with a vengeance. The helplessness she had felt while she was craving his blood was now dissipating. This was magic.
Copula, cognatio, coagmentatio.
Pure magic.
Copula, cognatio, coagmentatio…Infragilis.
"Sweetheart that's enough."
All she could feel was lost sounds and memories blending together. Voices from another time coming closer. Voices and memories that belonged to him and now were bound inside her veins. He was bound inside her veins. Inside her blood.
She could feel his blood boiling. Burning her. Scorching her. Becoming part of her.
Aeterno infragilis.
"You need to stop...Caroline."
His heartbeat wild and untamed echoed in her ears. She moved slowly over him drinking him in. More and more and more and more. Slowly, sensually. She wanted this. This was what she wanted. This connection. Unbreakable. Eternal.
Copula, cognatio, coagmentatio…Infragilis.
Unbreakable.
"Love, you are draining me."
Eternal.
Aeterno infragilis.
"Caroline!…Stop!"
His voice, weaker and less vibrant, was becoming closer. Her trance was dissolving. Slowly, as his blood still flooded her mouth, reality circled her again.
Caroline.
The way her name rolled in his mouth created a strange feeling that passed through her. It was stronger than her need for his blood. It was commanding and intense and she felt a twinge or pure hurt and longing in her heart. Enough to make her feel almost human again as the vampire inside her, now satisfied, crawled slowly back into the dark pits of her nature.
When he called her name again, her eyelids fluttered. He was more determined now and that somehow snapped her out of her frenzy.
She then realized that she was draining him!
She was ready to consume every drop of his blood, until there would be nothing left. What shocked her even more was that he was letting her. He wasn't violently pushing her away. He was still tenderly holding her as he was trying to break through to her, like he had done before. And all it took was the sound of her name escaping his lips.
She retreated her fangs and momentarily buried her face into the crook of his neck as the tantalizing smell of the blood that was dripping from his torn skin called her close. She inhaled the scent in and let it lull her into a sense of contentment.
His fingers gently caressed the small of her back and she blushed at the intimacy and then she felt as if she was electrocuted.
She literally felt as if someone had thrown ice water on her.
She was on him! She had straddled him and he was possessively holding her in his arms. This was more than just intimate. It was tempting, sexual, raw. Their bodies had melted together as their limbs were practically tangled.
What the hell!
She screeched and flashed away from him terrified. She looked down at herself. His blood had dripped on her blouse. She had been feral, messy; a savage. She looked at him shocked as he sat silently on her bed looking at her carefully. He looked pale but aside from that his body seemed relaxed, as if what had just happened hadn't affected him at all. She looked at his neck and saw the wound that was healing itself. The skin was stitching back together and yet the remaining wound still showed what she had done. The skin was torn apart. Brutalized and severed. Blood was still running down his throat.
Her eyed filled with tears as she brought her hand to her face. She felt the wetness of his thick blood on her nose, cheeks and lips. She couldn't stop herself before her tongue darted outside her mouth to lick the excess of blood that was still on her lips. That scared her so much that she lost her balance. She saw him standing up with a worried look on his face ,but she moved back.
She looked at him with a pained expression and flashed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
She saw her reflection in the mirror and a sob left her lips. Memories from the first night she turned consumed her.
The girl that was staring her back from the surface of the mirror wasn't her. It was the monster she was always trying to fight.
She looked at herself again. The glint in her eyes, the smeared blood on her face. How could she have lost control like that?
What was the blood doing to her? Why now? And why with Klaus?
With agitated and harsh moves she washed her face again and again until his blood went down the drain and only clean water ran from her face.
She used a towel and scrubbed her face, her neck, sternum and hands again and again.
She looked again in the mirror and the veins in her face appeared again as a reflex of her fear and everything she felt right now. It was not like before when she couldn't even think of anything else, but she could still not suppress them.
WHY was this happening to her?
She groaned as she felt the heat between her legs. The groan turned into a moan as she could still taste his blood in her mouth and that turned her on even more.
Klaus's blood was rushing inside her veins. She could feel it. And it felt good. When she fed from him it felt good. She moaned again as the taste of his blood still lingered in her taste buds. She already felt stronger and less like herself. She had taken too much of his blood. It was like she was high on it right now. And she wanted more. Nothing else. Just his blood. It was like a scorching fire that demanded more.
The veins in her face grew bigger and she almost screamed in frustration.
She knew that Klaus was waiting outside. She could hear even his breath. She could hear everything. And she could even hear her own pumping heart. She could hear the blood that was rushing in her veins. His blood.
She had to snap out of it. She had to!
She looked at the mirror and leaned on the sink. She grabbed the washbasin so hard that she felt it crack under her pressure.
More tears fell as the veins under her eyes still danced an erratic tune.
His blood had calmed the need for blood, but not the hunger and her need for more.
God she needed more! She wanted blood and sex. She wanted to be free. She wanted to run and to drink and to get laid until the end of time.
"Caroline."
Klaus concerned voice from behind the door reached her ears and she swallowed hard.
"Are you okay sweetheart?"
She closed her eyes and she tried to focus on something else other than him and the taunting images that formed in her mind.
She bit her lip and Stefan's voice from the past echoed in her mind.
"When you feel the blood rushing you tell yourself that you're gonna get through it, that you are strong enough…
…no matter how good it feels to give yourself over to it you fight it off…
…you bury it…
…it's the only way you are going to survive this thing…try…try…"
'Breathe, breathe, breathe Caroline' she thought.
This wasn't her. She had to stay in control. She could stay in control.
She could do this! All she had to do was try!
Damn it she was Caroline Forbes! A control freak on crack! She could do this!
She kept breathing again and again shutting away all sounds and all thoughts until she felt like herself again and then somehow it all went away.
She opened her eyes and forced her vampire features to hide behind her face again.
The world turned into its normal color and she was herself. No pain, no need, no despair. She was okay.
She blinked at that. Her body was restoring itself. It was like everything was returning to normal as abruptly as it had gone to hell moments ago.
She took some more time to steady herself.
She knew that Klaus was waiting outside and before he could come crushing in she decided to go outside and face him and everything else that was happening. She had no other choice.
She could do this.
She had to believe she could because outside that door a new future was awaiting.
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Oh, you're in my veins
And I cannot get you out
Oh, you're all I taste
At night inside of my mouth
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Song lyrics : In my Veins by Andrew Bell
A/N:
* Thank you all so very much for all the response you gave to this story. I am seriously in awe.
** I hope you liked this chapter too. Originally this story was meant to be a three-shot but it has now been extended to a four-shot. The next chapter will be the final installment for this story.
For now feel free to tell me what you think of it and as always don't forget that your comments and your input as well as any kind of constructive criticism are more than welcome and appreciated!
***And also here is my question for you.
Would you be interested in a sequel for this story? If so and you want me to write it let me know.
In case you do want me to do this you should know that the new story will also be centered more to the Originals and it will be called "In Blood and Sin". When I am saying the Originals I do not mean the show but the characters as they were introduced in TVD. It will also be a darker story. Everything up to season 4 of TVD will be considered canon and from there the story continues with everything you have and are still reading here in this story (In my Veins). Of course it goes without saying that any potential sequel is going to be a Klaroline story.
If you are interested let me know. If you are not then this story will be completed as it was originally planned. It is all up to you ;)