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All right! Well, a few weeks ago the lovely Nina Dobrev retweeted me on twitter and since then I got a flood of followers from all around this globe. What an adventure. This chapter is dedicated to my new French friend. Thanks for the convincing.
Warning: It's a long chapter. A completely different tone since it's a futuristic Klaroline.
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The sun was at its highest as Caroline strolled along one of the canals in St. Petersburg. She was taking in the sights by herself and while the architecture was enjoyable to behold, she missed him. Seeing the world just wasn't the same without him.
She went in out of numerous shops, committing trinkets and phrases to memory because she was not one to collect. Klaus would always remind her that she could get anything she wanted but all she wanted, all she needed was him.
She ambled over a small bridge and stared down into the glistening water, staring at her reflection. Nik, where are you? Her days had been lonely and her nights unbearable. She understood why he left her behind but it also angered her. Klaus had compelled a few older vampires to keep an eye on her for her safety. He thought she didn't know but she knew him well enough to predict his decisions. Despite the fact that they kept a distance, it didn't take long for Caroline to figure out which vampires were her personal bodyguards. She was thankful for the protection, she just wished he'd told her.
As a Hybrid, Klaus was tuned into not only the vampiric society, but also almost all the werewolf packs through out the world. Word had spread that he was a Hybrid, or rather The Hybrid. Numerous pack leaders had been approaching Klaus, explaining to him that the Original Wolf was going to rise again. It was all very dramatic the way they spoke about it but in the end they would always ask him if the Original Wolf was his father. And if he was, could Klaus answer their questions about how werewolves evolved. But Klaus didn't know, and it occurred to him that he didn't know anything about his father or if he was in fact the Original Wolf.
He left her nearly two months ago. Two tortuous months for Caroline.
She felt someone appear next to her; she looked at her reflection in the water again and smiled.
"Good afternoon, dear sister," came a warm voice.
"Hello dear brother," Caroline grinned turning to him.
The art of speaking was always evolving but Caroline could always depend on the promise that he would stubbornly stick to his proper ways of greeting. Elijah was a beautiful man, obviously the eldest of his siblings but his handsome appearance was timeless. True to his nature he was dressed as a gentleman of the current decade would.
"I've missed you, why do you like to stay away for such long periods of time?" she complained as she hugged him.
Elijah returned her embrace and smiled. "Niklaus does not enjoy feeling like a little brother."
"That's not an excuse," she said while putting her hand on her hip.
He chuckled. He was glad to call her his sister. "No, I gather it is not, Caroline." He spoke to her as his eyes scanned their surroundings. "I enjoy traveling," he stated simply.
"Well you can travel with us. I don't care about Nik's opinion of you; I have a say too and I say you should join us."
"I am very thankful for your invitation, sister, but frankly I do not enjoy being, as you would say, the 'third wheel'."
By now they were walking alongside the canal. "Oh come on Elijah! I can totally hook you up with someone."
"'Hook you up'…do you realize how ridiculous that phrase is?" he teased, "And what exactly is my brother's opinion of me?"
~theVampireDiaries~
"Hello Kitten," Kol whispered in her ear, startling her as she was locking her front door.
Bonnie huffed as she stepped off her porch. "Go away, Kol," she gritted out.
"Oh come now," he said walking alongside of her, "Don't you like me, Bonnie?" He smirked at her, his devilishly handsome face was enough to make any woman swoon.
"I am a witch. You are a vampire. And"
"Yes yes, I know. We aren't supposed to like each other. Trust me darling I've been around for a long time."
"Leave me alone, Kol."
"Hmm, that's an idea but it doesn't sound nearly as enjoyable as getting to know you."
"Well I don't want to get to know you," she said as she took a turn into the woods. It was a little past midnight and there was a full moon in the sky. A wolf howled in the distance and even though several decades had passed, Mystic Falls had not changed. Dangers still lurked in the shadows and Bonnie still gained power from her ancestors. So much so, that she was able to slow her aging process earlier than expected. Just like Caroline, her appearance was youthful, like no time had passed, and Kol had been intrigued.
"That's probably true, but that doesn't mean you can resist me," he said smugly.
"Yes I can, Kol. It's actually very simple. Because even if you weren't a vampire, you're just not my type," she spoke evenly.
"Well then I'll just stick around until I am," he promised.
With that Bonnie turned to him and locked eyes with his as she smirked. Kol knew what was coming. He felt the searing pain in his head as she worked her magic. He wanted to fall to his knees and hold his head like he had done so many of the other times she had done this to him, but this time he had an idea. An inkling.
He stumbled toward her and clasped her upper arms bringing her close to his body. And then, through the pain, he kissed her. Bonnie melted against him and as their kiss lingered on, the pain he felt completely diminished. He pulled away from her to watch her reaction. She slowly fluttered her eyes open and he smirked at her like the egotistical man that he was. Her breath hitched as she realized what had just happened. Kol had found a way to counter her spell in the most delicious way and she had enjoyed it.
"Tell me you can resist me now, witch."
~theVampireDiaries~
"I am not an overbearing father figure," Elijah complained.
"And I know you aren't but that's what he says. You know how Nik is, he just likes to think he's the only Original. Don't worry I know better," she comforted.
"Yes, well you tell him that I think he is childish."
"Isn't that childish to say so," Caroline chuckled.
Elijah grumbled to himself.
"Besides, I couldn't tell Nik even if I wanted to," she noted sadly.
"I know, Caroline," he acknowledged.
"Ugh!" she stomped her foot, "You know, you're right Elijah, he is childish! I'm a lot stronger now than when we first met; I can handle myself. I don't understand how he could think otherwise, I, I"
"He loves you, Caroline."
"Yeah I know, but"
"Excuse me," a stuttering man interrupted, "Are you Caroline Mikaelson?"
The man's English was heavily layered with his Russian accent. He was dressed in a suit except it did not belong to the current decade. It was unique and the man who wore it, Caroline realized, was not a man at all. Vampire.
"Who's asking?" she replied. She was ready to put up a fight if need be. That, or make or a run for it.
However Elijah interrupted. "Ivan, what is the message you need to deliver?"
The vampire gasped for a moment but then composed himself. "Apologies, Lord Elijah," he stuttered, "I did not recognize your latest appearance."
He then turned his attention back to Caroline.
"Mrs. Mikaelson, on behalf of the Royal Romanov, I would like to personally extend an invitation to the centennial assemblage of the Anastasian Vampiric Society." Ivan then turned to Elijah, "Anastasia would be delighted if you were to come as well, my lord."
He fumbled in his pocket and then handed a black envelope to Caroline and swiftly bowed to her and Elijah. He was gone before she could blink.
~theVampireDiaries~
"Mon Chaton," he sang in a French accent, "you cannot stay in there forever."
Bonnie could hear Kol outside of the house. Always referring to her as his kitten and she hated that she was beginning to like it. After he had kissed her she hit him with another aneurism and made a run for it. She reached the house that she often used to contact the spirits, the very same one that would not allow vampires to enter unless they were welcomed. Bonnie, at the moment, was glad Kol could not enter but it had been hours and she knew she had to come out soon.
She peeked outside one of the windows and watched Kol stop pacing the porch and then eventually lean on the front door. He let his back slide down it as he made himself comfortably sit on the floor. His arms rested on his raised knees as he relaxed.
My god he was persistent, she thought to herself. She took a moment to really look at him. He leaned his head back against the door and closed his eyes. He looked so peaceful, completely at ease. And she thought he was cute. Definite eye-candy. A hottie for sure.
She had been staring at him for a while until he heard him speak. "Enjoying the view, pet?" His eyes opened and looked directly at her through the glass of the window. He knew she was looking at him and she quickly disappeared into the shadows once more.
"Bonnie, come out of there."
She was pacing in one of the rooms but she could hear him. She walked over to the front door but she couldn't bring herself to open it.
"Please leave me alone, Kol. Please." She whispered very low but he could hear her perfectly.
He sighed in frustration. "You know I'm not going to hurt you, right?"
But she didn't respond.
"Bonnie, ma belle, I'm not going to hurt you. Quite the opposite actually."
"How do I know that? How can I trust you? Your track record isn't really promising, Kol," she bit out.
He liked when her claws came out.
"You can handle me just fine," he reassured her, smirking to himself.
"The hell I can," she mumbled as she played with the ends of her hair.
"Mmm I assume you're referring to our kiss. I enjoyed it very much. And you did too, pet. I look forward to our next one."
She whipped open the door but the magical barrier kept him from falling back. "There won't be another one, Kol Mikaelson!" she fumed as he stood up facing her.
His eyes slowly looked her up and down, allowing her to watch his clear admiration of her beauty.
A few months ago he returned to Mystic Falls to refresh his memories of his first home. The same night he stood in the woods, where his village was once settled, he saw Bonnie headed toward a clearing.
From a distance, he watched her perform a spell. He didn't know what she was doing exactly but she was making fire dance in the air and he was mesmerized with not only her fearsome power, but also her dark alluring beauty. Since then he decided he would pursue her. And he quickly discovered that her hatred for vampires, which was just a mask of her stubbornness, was an equal rival to his burning desire for companionship, which he masked with his egotistical nature.
"Come out of there," he ordered gently.
"And then what?" she demanded in return.
"Then I'm going to kiss you." He wasn't one to shy away from saying what he wanted. He was Kol Mikaelson. His brothers cherished the rules of courtship and that is where he differed. "Bonnie, you were made for kissing." He smiled at her as he watched her eyes widen at his audacity.
"Aren't you afraid of what I could do to you," she questioned. "I know countless spells and curses. I can hurt you from I stand if I wanted to."
He grinned. "And why haven't you?"
She crossed her arms and lifted her chin in defiance. "You still haven't answered my question. Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Nope." He answered, popping the P like a little kid.
She scowled.
"Listen, Bonnie. You should be afraid of me but you're not. The only reason you're in there is because you're afraid of your feelings for me. You and I have no real fear of each other and that, my dear, is reason enough as to why you should give me a chance." He extended his hand towards her, beckoning her to come out.
She sighed in defeat. Anger in her eyes. "Okay fine. I'm going to come out but no kissing."
"Yes, kissing," he countered and raised his eyebrows.
"Kol!"
"Yes, kitten?"
And then she laughed. She couldn't help it. He was so damn charming.
His hand was still outstretched towards her. He slowly moved his index finger, curling it, silently coaxing her to come to him.
"Kitten," he called again, lowering his chin but keeping his eyes on her.
"You know," she said slyly, a gleam in her eyes, "cats only come when they want to."
She moved towards him, finally stepping over the threshold.
~theVampireDiaries~
"The Anastasia what?" Caroline asked Elijah as they journeyed up a spiral staircase.
"The royal princess, or more precisely, duchess, Anastasia of the nineteenth and twentieth century. Her family was killed but the people of Russia believed she escaped her family's fate. They were right, however, Anastasia was also reborn as a vampire that same night."
Caroline remembered watching animated movie about Anastasia but she never assumed there was any sort of truth to it.
"Okay," she breathed taking in the information, "So what's this assemblage?"
They were now in her hotel suite, sitting in her living room.
"To be clear, it's simply a party that happens once a century. Anastasia only invites the elite and she always invites our family if we are near." He stood up and poured himself a brandy he found in the complimentary bar. "I suppose word has spread that you and Niklaus are married. I should warn you, Caroline. She was turned by Finn, his attempt to move on from Sage, a whole other story, but once she was turned her eyes were set on Niklaus."
"Seriously?" she scoffed. "Okay I am so going to this shindig."
"My brother would not be pleased if I let you go alone, Caroline."
"Fine, then come with me."
"Caroline,"
"No Elijah. It was Klaus' stupid decision that I'm alone right now. I have body guards that follow me around all day so I'm sure they'll stalk me at the party too."
Elijah closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly a Mikaelson habit. "Caroline, I urge you not to go."
"I'm going Elijah," she said flatly.
~TVD~
Caroline stared at herself in the mirror. She was dressed in a shimmering floor length form-fitting rich plum dress. It was strapless and it hugged her chest in a sweetheart-neckline fashion. Small black feathers accented the V of the neckline and from there the small feathers traveled in a sweeping trail until it reached the upper-thigh slit of the dress; the dress gathered tightly around her waist to emphasize the curves of her body.
She did a turn and peeked over her shoulder. The cut-out of the dress exposed the small of her back dangerously low but the dress made up for its little upper material as it swept down to the floor, extending into a small train.
Caroline turned her body to face the mirror again and fixed her hair that she decided to wear down. Her curls were tousled in almost a wild fashion, her eyes were shaded and smoky, and her lips a dark crimson.
She slipped on her black peep-toe stiletto heels, picked up the invitation from her vanity and walked out into the night, exuding the confidence that was the very essence of her former name; Caroline Forbes, Miss Mystic Falls.
~TVD~
The compelled human accepted Caroline's keys and swiftly set off to park her car. As she walked away from the valet area, she took in the sight of the palace before her. It was divinely old and was illuminated by lighting that jutted out from gardens and the many reflection pools that she walked by. The closer she got to the palace, the louder she heard the sounds of a classical orchestra. Two doormen greeted her as they opened the solid gold doors. She walked in and found herself standing at the top of a grand expanding staircase that overlooked the party.
All eyes turned upward toward her.
Caroline scanned the enormous and elegant ballroom and her eyes settled on a woman sitting on an actual throne in the back. It was slow motion from there. Before she began her descent, she heard her name announced for all to hear; Lady Caroline Mikaelson.
She heard the low rumble of whispers from the crowd after she was presented. As she neared the floor she looked at the vampires watching. Caroline realized she was amongst probably the oldest vampires in the world and her Nik was not by her side. But she wasn't going to let him down and show fear. With regality she walked through the crowd and they acknowledged her bravery by respectfully parting, making a clear path to the back of the richly decorated ballroom.
"Ah, Lady Caroline," Anastasia sweetly acknowledged. She got from her throne and stepped down the small platform to greet Caroline. She was royalty indeed. She was adorned in gold and jewels and her fiery hair reached her hips. Caroline noted the large crown she was wearing.
Caroline opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted.
"Please call me Anastasia," she instructed she took Caroline's hands in hers.
"Hello Anastasia, you may call me, Caroline."
The two women stood in front of each other, hands still in each other as a friendly greeting. The crowd was quiet. Anastasia was silent as she stared at the blonde. They were the same height, meeting eye to eye, and Caroline was intent on not breaking eye contact first.
"Hmm, I suppose I can," Anastasia replied. Caroline was not unaware of the boundary she purposefully overstepped. Anastasia smiled. "I underestimated you, Caroline."
"Well I hope that fact doesn't disappoint you," Caroline responded coolly as their hands parted.
"Not at all, my dear."
The crowd went back to their festivities.
"Come sit with me." The famous royal duchess hooked her elbow with Caroline's as she guided her up the platform. Another throne was added and they sat.
It was a strange night to say the least. Caroline was seated on a throne with an elite gathering of vampires before her. Wine laced with blood was offered to her in a golden chalice which she wisely and carefully accepted.
"You must have questions," Anastasia began but she never turned to look at Caroline.
"What questions do you think I have?" Caroline responded also not looking at the woman next to her.
"You must be very young, Caroline."
"Why do you say that?"
The duchess laughed, "Your mannerisms do not compliment with the ones of the guest."
Caroline smiled. "Age is a matter of perspective."
"I suppose that is true," the duchess agreed. "So tell me, how did you meet Lord Niklaus."
Caroline was browsing the crowd and she spotted Elijah surrounded and centered in a group. He nodded at Caroline and smiled.
"You could say he tried to have me killed."
"My oh my Caroline! Is that so?" The duchess gave Caroline her full attention now. Evidently intrigued by the story. "And how did you escape that fate?"
The blonde crossed her legs revealing her creamy skin the slit of her dress permitted. "He decided to court me instead."
"I must admit dear Caroline, I am curious about you."
She knew why. She knew the duchess wanted to see the woman that Niklaus Mikaelson chose over her.
"Are you?" Caroline responded.
"Ivan," Anastasia yelled, but no one came, "Ivan! You fool where are you?" Ivan stumbled forward. "More wine." He briefly nodded and bowed and went to retrieve her demand. "Yes, well let us not pretend with each other Caroline."
"Okay fine, Anastasia. Let me ask you a question then. Do you still want my husband," she boldly inquired.
Ivan poured them more wine and smiled at Caroline. Anastasia leaned back in her seat and sighed out of boredom. "Oh Caroline, why would you think that?"
"You knew I was here in this city. And you knew that if I came, so would he. Giving you the chance to see him again."
The duchess laughed. "I am impressed."
"Your royal highness, I thank you once again for your invitation," said a darkly handsome vampire, unknowingly interrupting the conversation.
"Ah Count Marcus, it is a pleasure indeed," she said as he bowed.
"I wonder if Lady Caroline would honor me with a dance?" His grey eyes sought Caroline's response.
"She would be delighted," the duchess responded.
The Count smiled triumphantly as he extended his hand toward Caroline.
She gave Anastasia an unpleasant glare in which the redhead smirked in return. Caroline stood up and accepted Marcus' hand as he helped her down the platform. He guided her into the crowd of dancing couples and swiftly twirled her into his arms. He held her in a classic waltz position and urged her to follow his lead.
Caroline could not help but remember the Mikaelson ball that took place nearly twenty years ago. She remembered it was the first time she danced with Klaus and she pretended to hate every minute of it. She remembered how Klaus kept his eyes on her through out the entire dance, much like Marcus was doing to her now. She remembered secretly loving when a dance partner would do that to her, but now, now she hated it. She felt horrid dancing with another man that was not her husband. If she ever did, it was only with Elijah, Kol, and Stefan.
She didn't look at him while they danced. "You do not know of me do you, Caroline?" He said while he turned them deeper into the crowd.
She looked up at him. "No I don't. Should I?" She kept her voice even, as to let him know she was not interested in any ulterior motives he may have had in mind.
"No," he softly chuckled while shaking his head, "I am know one in particular, at least compared to the Niklaus Mikaelson. I have heard of you though, and your beauty."
Caroline was busy taking in the sight of the ballroom and its guests. The help consisted of compelled humans and the older vampires mostly spoke in Russian. A few of them were watching her though and she did not like it one bit.
"Lord Niklaus is lucky to have such a beautiful wife," Marcus continued and she felt his finger brush over her wedding ring.
"Thank you, I enjoy being his wife." she emphasized.
He laughed again. Amused with her determination of reminding him she was taken. "You are fearless, Caroline. I am curious about you."
"Yes, well, you can get in line."
Again, he chuckled.
"How do you know my husband?" she asked.
"I was very familiar with Rebekah once," he spoke. "Niklaus did not like the notion of me with her so I attempted to have him killed."
Caroline stiffened.
"Obviously my plan did not fall through because I had underestimated him. I must say though, if he were to see you and me dancing together I am sure he would not mind torturing me again," he drawled.
Where is he? Where is he? she thought frantically.
"Have you seen Rebekah as of late?" he inquired.
She squinted her eyes at him. "Yes."
"How is she?"
"Married." Caroline met his eyes as she informed him.
She felt his arms go rigid. "I see. That is unfortunate. You see, Caroline, I was hoping to call her mine once more. Funny how after all the dishonorable acts Niklaus has committed he managed to find love."
His grey eyes continued to pierce into her as he spoke. Caroline couldn't look away as he continued.
"And now I have learned that he has ruined my chance of true happiness. Tell me Caroline, should I return the favor?" he threatened as the he squeezed her hand in a vice grip.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Elijah appear next to them.
"Marcus," he bit out.
"Ah, Elijah, it has indeed been a long time my friend."
"You are no friend of mine, Marcus. You know better. Now, release my sister-in-law."
Strangely enough, the guests were not interested in the current banter. The Anastasian Vampiric Society was above it and so they carried on with their party, leaving the three of them in their own dangerous bubble.
~TVD~
Lord Niklaus Mikaelson, he heard his name announced as he made his descent toward the floor. The crowd immediately parted for him and as he passed the nobles they bowed and whispered his fearsome name.
Klaus walked to the back of the room and was greeted warmly by women he had known in the past. They each offered him a golden chalice but they weren't interrupted.
"Oh Niklaus," Anastasia purred to him as she got up from her seat. "What a wonderful surprise. I was not aware you would be attending."
Klaus was not in the mood for games. He briefly took in Anastasia's appearance and rolled his eyes at her ridiculous amount of jewels she wore and of course the crown on her head. He knew the truth; the crown she wore was just a reminder for herself.
"Don't play games with me Anastasia. Where is my wife?" Waves of anger were rolling of him.
She gulped down her fear but then quickly composed herself. "She is dancing amongst the guests."
Klaus turned his head toward the part of the ballroom where guests were dancing. At the exact moment he witnessed Elijah put his hand through someone's chest, successfully ripping out a heart in the process. He watched his brother let the body drop to the floor and then honed in on the conversation:
"Caroline, are you all right?"
"Yes," she said shakily, "I'm fine. Thank you…"
Klaus felt fingers lacing with his own. He turned to face who would dare touch him in such a manner.
"Come sit with me, Nik," Anastasia whispered to him. Her eyes were screaming for his attention.
And he gave her his full attention. He turned his body to face hers and glared down at her. He did not speak a single word. His jaw was set and he was ready to kill someone but he did not move. He simply looked down on her.
Anastasia released her hand on his and backed away, bowing her head ever so slightly.
~TVD~
"I'm fine Elijah, really."
"I urged you not to come tonight, Caroline," Elijah said sternly.
"I knew what I was getting myself into," she defended herself.
The guests would every so often, nonchalantly glance at the grey corpse on the floor but then would maneuver around it as if it meant nothing at all.
"Well it was unwise," the elder brother pointed out as he cleaned his bloodied hand with his handkerchief.
She crossed her arms. "You know, Nik is right. You are an overbearing father figure."
"Who has my deepest gratitude," Klaus interjected, "Thank you, brother."
Elijah clasped Klaus' shoulder in reassurance. "Family above all." With that he made his way through the crowd, leaving Klaus and Caroline to their own discussions.
"Nik," she breathed.
Klaus looked down at the corpse and immediately recognized Marcus' face. He could only imagine what he could have done to Caroline and that only was reason enough for his anger.
He took Caroline's hand without really looking at her, fully aware of her searching eyes on him, and led them out of the ballroom.
~TVD~
Caroline noted that he seemed to know the palace. He led her down numerous hallways and they climbed several staircases; she could no longer hear any evidence that a party existed in the very same structure.
They walked out onto an enormous alabaster balcony that overlooked the nightlife of St. Petersburg. She remained standing in the middle of the balcony while he walked to edge and gripped his hands into the marble sides. The stone crumbled beneath his grip and he sighed.
"Caroline," he began, "Do you realize what could have happened tonight?" His back was still facing towards her.
"Yes," she whispered. Look at me. Please look at me.
"Elijah urged you not to come and you still did."
"Yes."
"And after you met Anastasia you still stayed?"
"Yes." Oh please look at me, Nik.
"How could you be so careless with your life, Caroline?" he scolded.
Then all of a sudden her mood changed. She was now furious with him. "Oh that's rich coming from you!" she fired back. "Careless with my life? You were the one who left me in the first place. And yes, I am grateful for the protection you had follow me around all these weeks but what about you? Huh? You can't always trust that you're truly invincible."
"But I am, Caroline!" He shouted as he turned around to face her. Their eyes met briefly but then roamed over each other's appearance.
Caroline took in his black tire. He looked sleek and powerful. Muscle tone was rippling beneath the dark color; a panther.
Klaus realized the dress she was wearing and he grew even angrier. He knew she wore the dress to spite him. The thought of Marcus' hands on her bare back, the thought of his eyes staring at her cleavage, sent him off. He flashed over to the other edge of the balcony and punched a marble pillar. Nearly half of the balcony crumbled and fell to pieces onto the city streets below.
"Oh great! Now look at what you did!" Caroline complained.
"What I did? What I did?" he laughed without humor. "You deliberately put your life at risk tonight Caroline. Why?"
The distance that separated them was hurting them both. They stared back at each other, both wanting to close the distance but both too stubborn to make the first move.
"Why!" he yelled. Since they had first proclaimed their love for one another, Klaus had never shouted at her before. I could have lost you tonight, darling. Why sweetheart, why? "Wh.."
"Because I knew you would come!" she yelled back in defeat. "I knew it was wrong," she explained, "But I didn't care." She took a deep breath but she couldn't stop the tears that began to run down her face. "I couldn't take it anymore, Nik. And you wouldn't return my calls. Your cryptic messages weren't enough." She attempted to wipe away her tears without messing up her makeup. "I can't be without you but you obviously can be without me." She sniffled and hiccupped and then rolled her eyes at herself, realizing her own stupidity; her decision was wrong and she knew it. "But I needed you to come back. And I knew that if I came here you would come for me. I knew you would come for me." She repeated it to herself. "But you can be without me…" she trailed off as she stared at the floor.
As a vampire, Caroline's body was not the only thing that remained unchanged. Her most favorable and unfavorable characteristics of her personality also immortalized. She would forever be bubbly. She would forever be full of light. But she would also be self-conscious; she would always doubt herself, even if she was aware that her vampire nature heightened those emotions. She couldn't always fight them away.
Klaus' anger melted away as he listened to her. How could I have been so careless with her? Never in his existence did he think he would find love let alone be a husband. She was his wife, to have and to hold, and he was failing miserably. He didn't take Caroline with him because he was unsure of how dangerous he would become. He knew he had a temper, and he promised to her that, if need be, he would protect her even from himself.
But he went about it all wrong, he thought. He could have left her with one of his siblings, with Stefan and Rebekah. But he had left her alone and he hated himself for doing so.
His heart broke at the sight of her crying for that reason. He slowly closed the distance between them. "I'm sorry, love," he said as reached out his hand toward her face.
She slapped his hand away and turned around and began to walk away, still crying, still mad, still hurting.
He flashed in front of her though and hugged her to him. The second he pressed her head to his chest she let out a pained cry and sobbed in his arms. "I'm sorry, Caroline. I was wrong," he said as he held her tightly to him. "I was a billion year old supernatural moron," he admitted, quoting her description of him from decades ago. He felt her arms wrap around his waist. "I cannot exist without you, darling. I could never. I missed you terribly," he spoke as he nuzzled his face in her hair.
He pulled away so that he could look at her. His eyes searched her face. His hands began to caress her back and then they roamed over her body frantically. Not because he wanted her, because he did, but he was more so checking if she truly was all right. He was making sure she physically unharmed. His hands glided across her creamy skin while her hands clenched the lapels of his jacket. His hands slid up to her neck and he saw she was wearing the teardrop-diamond heart necklace he gave her. Caroline Forbes, you are the love of my life, he remembered telling her. It was the same night she gave herself to him completely. He would never forgive himself if he lost her.
He sighed as his thumbs caressed her hot cheeks. He leaned down and rested his lips against hers. It wasn't a kiss but it also wasn't a non-kiss. Caroline sighed gratefully as their warm breath mingled. He could feel the stress of her body leave. She had been extremely tense and now Caroline felt embodied by strength and warmth.
Klaus pressed his lips to hers more firmly and lifted her body, her feet leaving the floor. Her tousled hair fell around his face and a wave of lilac and honey consumed him.
Caroline wrapped her arms around his neck. Her body pressed against his was home. She was home. She could smell cool mint leaves with other scents of nature. She was finally home again.
He set her down and broke their kiss. "I absolutely despise that dress you are wearing, sweetheart," he said as he felt the small of her back. He truly did hate that she chose to wear such a revealing number without him by her side.
She giggled. "Well you can take it off me later," she said smiling up at him.
He smiled at her. Feeling so lucky to have made it back to her. "Volim te."
Caroline touched his face. "Volim te."
~TVD~
Klaus and Caroline reentered the ballroom with her on his arm. The guests smiled at them and, yet again, bowed as they passed by. They walked to the back of the room where Anastasia sat, unhappy about the reunion.
"I see you two have found each other," the duchess smiled with fake joy. She got up from her seat and walked towards them and addressed Caroline. "Would you care to take a walk with me, dear?"
Caroline smirked at her. "No thanks," she casually answered while she held Klaus' hand. She led them to walk around Anastasia and then up the platform. They both sat down in the plush thrones. Caroline set her hands on the armrests and crossed her legs at the knees. "We prefer to sit."
Klaus was extremely proud. He couldn't hide his satisfaction. He reached over and picked up one of Caroline's hands and without breaking eye contact with Anastasia, he kissed it.
"Ivan," Caroline whispered kindly.
Ivan leaned toward her. "Yes, my Lady Caroline," he stuttered.
She gave him a warm smile. "Could you please get me and Nik more wine?"
Ivan smiled hugely. "It would be my pleasure," he answered smoothly.
The duchess was livid but despite her royal title, she had no power. No one in the room would dare go against an Original; and Caroline, Miss Mystic Falls, Mrs. Niklaus Mikaelson, the baby vampire of the guests, knew her place. It was by his side.
~theVampireDiaries~
After hours of spending 'quality time' with his family, Elijah walked out into the night. Caroline apologized for calling him overbearing and Klaus continued to thank him. He chuckled to himself. He was glad his brother and Caroline got married but he mused at the fact that they had a lot of issues to work through. Such tempers.
He ambled over a bridge as he pondered where he would go next. Suddenly a figure flashed before him and then he peered into the distance. His breath hitched as he recognized her figure, her face. Impossible. Her name barely came out as a whisper as he spoke aloud.
"Katerina."
Whew! I know this chapter is a lot.
Translation: 'Volim te' is 'I love you' in Croatian.
The more I write, the more I realize how incredibly difficult, but fun, it is to write a futuristic Klaus and Caroline. I'm glad I added an epilogue to "the other side of you" because I have room to be creative…but man oh man. This is an adventure to write.
So what do you think? I really missed writing Kol so I decided to give the whole Klonnie ship a try. How'd I do?
Did you like how I tried to work in some Russian history and then twist it: Anastasia? Haha
I may write a continuation of this drabble (as another chapter) in the future. Not sure yet.
Anyway, please leave me a review if you have time; I appreciate any comment. :]