A lot of you picked up on the fact that this fic is gonna be kind of like the blacklist! GOOD JOB GUYS! Unless I said that...did I say that? I probably did. Oh well. Still I'm glad you guys seem to like the idea. Anyway, this is kind of a filler chapter, no klaroline moments but I promise that next chapter will be full of them. :D
It was a typical day for him, as far as days went for notorious serial killers. He was bored. It had been a week and a half since his last kill and he was beginning to get bored with his surroundings, and the people milling around him. He sat in a coffee house sipping his drink as he watched the people around him lazily. There were a few girls, probably around 16 or 17 years of age across from him who would occasionally look up at him and giggle before looking back down. He smirked, he was used to that kind of attention by now and it rarely had any effect on him anymore.
A blonde girl came from the direction of the bathroom and sat down at the table with her friends without glancing in her direction. Something about the blonde curls that framed her thin face made him think back to his childhood, but he pushed that thought away as quickly as it had come into his mind. He settled instead on trying to figure out what her face would look like, not that he was interested in her romantically but she intrigued him. Her friend whispered something to her and she turned around in her chair, her eyes moving directly to his.
With an obvious huff she rolled her eyes and pushed her chair back, moving to stand. Her friend next to her caught her arm and glared at her furiously, glancing in his direction as she whispered hastily to the blonde.
"April," She said angrily, yanking her arm out of her friend's grasp and giving her a hard look before turning back to Klaus. She began making her way over to him and he raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me," She said in a slightly annoyed voice, "But you're freaking my friends over there out," She crossed her arms and looked at him expectantly.
"In my defense they were staring at me long before I even noticed them love," He smirked at her and after a moment he held out his hand, "Klaus," he said smiling. She eyed his hand and rolled her eyes again.
"Stop staring," She said before turning to walk away.
"If I could get your name then maybe I'd be willing to stop," She turned back to face him, giving him a look that he vaguely recognized.
"Carrie," She huffed and walked away, blonde curls swinging as she went.
He left soon after that, waiting in the shadows next to the coffee house for her and her friends to come out. It wasn't his usual style. He usually preferred to know his victims before killing them. It made it that much more personal for him when they begged for death and he refused. She and her friend April came out laughing at something and began to walk his way.
"Please," The brunette one whined as he towered over her, "I have a family," There was searing pain everywhere and her cheeks were coated in dirt and tears mixed with the occasional spot of blood. He'd broken her legs a little while ago so she couldn't move but she was more of a fighter than he had originally thought. It was a delightful kind of surprise for him. He loved when they fought back. Their begging was like music to his ears and the look they gave him right before he killed them gave him a surge of power like none other. He grew tired of the brunette though and soon after he went to the wall and selected one of the knives there.
With the cruel smirk that he was known all around for, he brought the knife up and brought it down in a sweeping motion, stabbing her once in the chest. She screamed and sobbed from the pain and he stabbed her again, and again and again until he got to twelve. Then he stopped.
It would take her a few minutes to bleed out, he knew that from experience. He watched her as she died; relishing in the way the life left her eyes, slowly but surely. Her blonde friend was tied in the corner, sobbing as she watched her friend die. Once April was dead he turned to the remaining teenager.
He approached her slowly, setting the knife down on the ground as he crouched before her, "I won't beg you," There was fear in her eyes clear as day but she tried to hide it. He stared into her blue eyes for a few minutes before something clicked inside him. He was sure his whole face changed as he remembered a different girl. Younger, but with those same colored eyes and blonde hair flowing in tight curls as she threw grass at him angrily before stomping away. Caroline. That name alone was like the sun, bright, happy, signaling a new beginning.
"What was your name again?" He asked, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes.
"C-Carrie," She whispered, letting her voice crack and then wincing as he brushed his fingers along her cheek. Even that name, it was so similar to hers. Caroline.
"Carrie," He smirked, "I'll make you a deal Hummingbird," Her brain was reeling from fear and she luckily didn't catch the nickname, "I'll let you live," Her breath hitched and she swallowed, "If you promise not to breathe a word about me to anyone else," She nodded hastily.
"I promise," She was nodding furiously and he smirked.
"No physical details, how I look, talked, sounded. Nothing of what I said to you, you may tell them it was me however," He stood up, leaving the knife next to her.
"I won't tell them anything," She promised, watching as he left the room.
"I could always find you again if you do say something Carrie," He turned in the doorway to face her, "And if I find you again I won't be as nice," With that last threat he was gone and the blonde teenager never saw him again.
Alaric was still not talking to her, in fact the only thing he did involving her was glare. Matt kept trying to pull her aside and talk to her about what was going on but she would have none of it. She had practically thrown herself into her work. Hunting down the Doppelgangers was no easy task and now, more than ever, Caroline had to prove that she was capable.
Files were spread everywhere, littering the surface of her desk and strewn across chairs and the floor space around her. She was literally two seconds away from pulling out her hair. Everyone who passed seemed to give her weird looks now. Oh yeah, that's right, because she was the girl the serial killer was obsessed with.
News stations couldn't stop talking about it. The infamous Hybrid turned himself in. What did he want? Did he have an angle? And who was the blonde woman who he had been dancing with earlier that night? It gave her a headache and eventually she had to snap at one of the interns to turn the TV off.
"You know you could just ask him right?" Matt leaned against her desk and looked down to where she was sitting crossed legged on the floor, flipping through files.
"Why would I do that when I'm perfectly capable of finding out what I need to know on my own?" She tossed the file she was holding on one of the piles to her right and grabbed a different one.
"Because it's easier," Matt shook his head and leaned down to hand her a coffee, "Because I know you'll be here until three in the morning again."
She grinned up at him, "How are you not getting laid?" Matt laughed, shaking his head at her, "You're literally perfect."
"It must be the fact that I'm always saving your sorry ass from danger," He smiled at her and Caroline gaped up at him.
"One time you saved me, one time, and you think you're the hero," She shook her head and scoffed, "Men."
Sure enough she was there until the early morning hours. Her third cup of coffee had long since been finished and she was now surviving on just her workout mix on her iPod and pure will power. For some reason these two were just impossible to catch. All they knew was that they were two twin females in their 20s.
Their victims would be found mauled beyond recognition, they were always men and there seemed to be a theme with the kills. All of the men that they killed happened to be brothers. The markings on everybody looked at first like claw marks but upon further examination they always proved to be nails. Caroline had been trying to track them for the longest time and next to the Salvatore brothers they had seemed to become her pet project.
Unlike Klaus, the duo had left a total of three people alive. All women who had confessed that their husbands had been cheating on them, coincidentally. Caroline had personally talked to all three of these women about what they had seen when the Doppelgangers attacked and all three had been reluctant to give information.
Eventually, Caroline had managed to get two of the three women to admit that the doppelgangers were in fact twins. Unfortunately for the FBI though, the women refused to give any kind of physical description about the two and based on Caroline's experience sitting at a desk for five hours at a time staring at security camera footage, she knew that they were careful. They always used disguises. Wigs, sunglasses and numerous types of masks and prosthetics were used and no matter how many times they thought they had caught the women, they managed to slip out of their grasp.
The whole thing exhausted her to be honest and she couldn't help but let out a drawn out sigh at the thought of more countless hours devoted to trying to find those two. With a groan she plopped her head down on her desk and closed her eyes. Maybe a minute of rest would be able to clear her mind.
They were running on the playground together, Caroline laughing, her curly pigtails flying behind her as she giggled. She looked behind her to see Klaus chasing her, a lopsided grin on his face as his long legs carried him. He was only a few feet behind her when he reached his hand out and hit her shoulder.
"You're it," He grinned as they slowed to a stop, Caroline was pouting. Klaus looked over her shoulder and his expression fell, "What happened?"
Caroline turned around slowly, seeing Rebekah walking towards them with watery eyes.
"Mommy and Daddy are yelling again," She whimpered and Klaus tensed.
"Do you want to play with me and Care?" He asked, his bright blue eyes lighting up as he smiled at his sister.
Rebekah scrunched up her face, "I don't like her," She said shaking her head and crossing her arms. Klaus' face fell and he was about to say something in his friend's defense when Caroline spoke first.
"I don't really like your attitude," She huffed, pointing her nose in the air and crossing her arms. Rebekah gave a small noise of anger and in a flash she had pushed the younger blonde girl on the ground.
"Don't talk to me like that!" Rebekah yelled, glaring at Caroline.
"Bekah! Leave her alone. Go see if you can find Lijah, or Kol, we have to get back home soon." Rebekah's eyes filled with fear and she shook her head.
"I can't go back there Nik," Klaus sighed, giving her a sympathetic look.
"We have to," Rebekah sniffed and then she turned away from him, running back towards their house.
"Are you okay Hummingbird?" He asked, kneeling down next to her and watching her lower lip quiver.
"She's always so mean to me," Caroline glared in the direction that Rebekah had run off in, "What did I do to her?" She looked up at her best friend with watery eyes and Klaus moved to sit next to her. He pulled her into a hug and twirled a piece of her hair, looking across the street at his house as Mikael came stumbling down the front steps.
"She thinks you're going to take me away from her," Klaus said softly. He watched his father stumble around the yard, cursing and yelling at noting in particular, a bottle of whisky dangling loosely from his hand.
"Why would she think that," Caroline looked up at him and he couldn't help but think that she looked so innocent right then.
"Because I like you, you dummy," He grinned and she rolled her eyes at him.
She was seven at the time, her eighth birthday only a few weeks away. In a few months he would be gone and she would never see him again. Not until years later, when he was not at all the same boy that she used to know.
"Care wake up," Caroline awoke with a start as she shot up our of her desk, looking around and finding Matt shaking her awake. The room around her was filled with people, milling around, talking loudly. The TV stations blared and Caroline took it all in confused.
"What happened?" She blinked a couple times, waiting for her eyes to adjust as she looked over to see Rick talking animatedly with a group of officers.
"It's all over the news," Matt said, watching as Caroline stood from her chair, her eyes moving to the television screen that had a reporter talking and in the corner a little picture of a crime scene marked off by yellow tape. The headline below it read in huge bold letters 'Serial Killer Duo Strikes Again'.
"Where is this?" Caroline asked, pulling out her cell phone and getting ready to call in every source she had.
"Here," Matt's voice was like a bucket of ice cold water dumping over her, "As in they're in the city."
Her eyes widened and she looked between the TV and her partner with her mouth agape.
"There's something else," Matt said, holding out a file for her to open. Caroline snatched it up eagerly, opening it and rifling through the new crime scene notes there, "They sent us a message."
Caroline stopped at one of the pictures, a shot of one of the wall's of the victim's house. Written in what Caroline was almost positive was blood was a clear warning for them.
You take ours, we take yours.
Caroline swallowed and looked up at Matt, "Has this been given to the press," The blonde man shook his head and Caroline nodded, "Don't let them find it. Also, give me a list of all of the cops that were at the crime scene and anyone that is or will be involved in this case. They have to be talking about Klaus here so they're going to retaliate. See if we have any brothers that are involved in this and we might want to look into putting them under our protection for the time being," Matt nodded, typing on his phone as she talked. He looked back up at Caroline as she grinned, "They came to my city. There's no way I'm letting them walk away from this one alive."
"Forbes!" Caroline's head snapped to Alaric and her smile fell as he motioned her over to the men he was speaking with. Once she had walked over to her she gave him a curious look, "I'm assuming that Donovan told you about the little threat they gave us," Caroline nodded and Alaric ticked his jaw in that annoyed way as he crossed his arms, "So obviously they know about Klaus. And since he's decided that he only wants to talk to you, well…"
He gave her an expectant look and Caroline nodded.
"You want me to talk to him, see if he knows anything," Caroline finished and Alaric nodded.
"Gilbert will be going in with you again. Make sure he doesn't shit his pants will you?" Caroline held back a laugh as she nodded, catching Jeremy's eye from across the room as his face fell and he almost dropped the pad of paper he was holding.
Caroline grinned at him and crooked her finger at him, motioning for him to come with her. She saw him huff as he began his scuffle towards her, "Do I have to?" He asked, his voice whiny as Caroline led him towards the stairs.
"Yes," She grinned back at him, "I'll be there too, he won't try anything with me in the room."
Jeremy groaned and slumped as she opened the door for him, following him out into the hallway and seeing the familiar guards standing in front of her. She flashed her badge and waited for them to search both her and Jeremy for weapons before they went into the room.
Caroline smiled at the thick metal door as Jeremy stood next to her, almost shaking. She nodded to the guard and he swiped his card across the keypad and after a short beep and a buzz he opened the door for her, letting her inside the secluded room that had become Klaus Mikaelson's home.
Alright so there's chapter three. Sorry it was boring, I wanted to do a little intro to Kat and Elena, stuff like that. But are you still liking it? Did I lose my touch? Things will start to pick up soon I think :) And next chapter is mostly all klaroline so you have that to look forward to!
On another note. THEY KISSED. I am so conflicted on what to think. On one hand I'm pissed but on the other...They so totally did the frick frack against a tree! asdfghjkl.
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