Hey guys! I'm so sorry, I feel so bad that I didn't update when I said I would :( My school decided that now is the time to pack me with assignments -.- Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Caroline raced to her house at seven in the morning the next day, still wearing that damned gold dress. To her relief, her mother had already left for work. The last thing she wanted to have to deal with was a prying mother, especially one who was a sheriff.
As she entered her house, Caroline caught her disheveled reflection in the mirror and nearly fainted. The gold dress still looked amazing, but her hair looked like something that had been pulled out of a swamp and there were mascara smudges under her eyes from the day before. She wrinkled her nose at her reflection, but stopped as soon as she realized that wrinkling her nose was something Charlotte did. Caroline felt herself go slightly red as she remembered Klaus kissing her – or rather, Charlotte's – wrinkled nose. It was uncharacteristically sweet of him, and as much as she didn't want to admit it, it was a side of him that she wished would come out more often.
Suddenly, something caught her eye in her reflection. She raised a hand to rest at her neck, just above her collarbone, where a purplish bruise was beginning to form. With a start, Caroline realized that it was a hickey. Her eyebrows furrowed together as her fingers traced the mark, and she struggled to remember if Klaus's lips had been anywhere near her neck during the ball. As far as she remembered, he had been nothing but decent during the ball. The only time she had done anything even remotely sexual with him was –
Caroline's eyes widened. She distinctly remembered Klaus's lips being at that exact spot during her Camilla dream at Bonnie's house. But there was no way that she could've gotten a hickey from a dream… was there? Shaking her head, Caroline raced up the stairs and into her bathroom. She desperately needed a hot shower, and it would give her some time to think.
Half an hour later, she stood in front of the same mirror dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple navy blue shirt. She had managed to hide the bags under her eyes, remembering what Klaus had said a few days ago about being able to see that she wasn't sleeping well. But something was off. She brought a hand up to her curly blonde hair, and Klaus's words ran through her mind: 'You look absolutely stunning when your hair is curly.'
"No!" Caroline said aloud, her eyes widening. She couldn't believe it. Was she actually trying to make herself look acceptable for Klaus, of all people? Gritting her teeth, she raced back up the stairs and plugged in her flat iron. There was no way that she was going to let him get to her.
Klaus poured his favorite brand of whiskey into a crystal glass, the hint of a smile on his face from the night before. As he brought the glass to his lips, all he could think about was the baby vampire and her sparkling blue eyes. The mere memory of her was intoxicating, and the thought of seeing her again excited him more than the thought of fresh blood.
"So you're back."
Klaus turned around to find Rebekah standing in the doorway, her arms folded across her chest and a scowl on her face. He set his glass down, preparing himself for the tornado that was sure to come any time soon. Rebekah walked into the room and stopped a few feet away from him, her eyes narrowed. "A little birdy told me that you attended a ball yesterday. With the Forbes girl, I hear?"
"Does this little birdy have a name?" asked Klaus conversationally, raising his eyebrows. Rebekah's expression hardened.
"That doesn't matter," she hissed, taking a step forward. "What matters is that you're setting yourself up for disappointment. She's not right for you, Nik."
"You don't know what you're saying," snapped Klaus, turning his back to his little sister. Rebekah walked around and stood in front of him again, her hands on her hips.
"I thought you were against love, Nik," she sneered, baring her fangs. "If Finn was an embarrassment, then what are you?"
Before she could take another breath, Klaus slammed her into the wall, his hand at her throat. His eyes bore into hers, burning with the power of compulsion. "Remember. Remember Charlotte, Camilla and Candace, and then you tell me what I am."
Rebekah's eyes widened as memories flooded her mind, and she leaned back against the wall to support herself. She heard herself groan in pain as her head pounded with the memories, and she slid down the wall to sit down on the floor. She remembered them now, Klaus's reincarnations. Charlotte. Camilla. Candace. Caroline?
Rebekah looked up at Klaus, her eyes wide. Of course. She remembered them all. And she had hated every single one. They tore her family apart every time they came into Klaus's life. Charlotte was the reason Klaus was angry enough to dagger their mother. Camilla was the reason her brothers started to fight with each other. And Candace was the reason Klaus daggered Rebekah.
She pushed herself up off the floor, a snarl on her face. "So the bitch is back."
Klaus reached out and broke his sister's neck with one clean snap, letting her fall to the ground. Dusting his hands off on his pants, he walked over to the table and picked up his glass of whiskey. As he downed the rest of the glass, he glared down at his little sister. He snapped her neck, not only because of the name he had called the love of his life, but also because he didn't want to deal with the questions that she was surely going to ask.
For some reason, the first thing Caroline noticed at school was that Rebekah was absent. The ice queen had never been absent before, seeing as she was trying to take Caroline's place as student body president. She wanted to ask Bonnie or Elena if they had seen her, but she didn't want them thinking that she was curious. Because she wasn't.
"Caroline?"
Caroline's head snapped up when she heard her name being called. Bonnie and Elena were watching her with raised eyebrows, questioning her sanity. Caroline shook her head slightly, bringing herself back to reality. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"
"Elena here is having some trouble choosing between Broody Stefan and Damon the vampire gigolo," said Bonnie, a smirk on her face. Elena frowned at her, folding her arms across her chest. Caroline resisted the urge to roll her eyes; Elena's love triangle issues were seriously starting to get annoying.
Before she could respond, her phone buzzed in her pocket, claiming her attention. She pulled the phone out of her pocket and glanced down at the screen, nearly jumping when she saw Klaus's name flashing on her iPhone. With a frown, she realized that he must have added her number while she was sleeping in the limo. Holding up a finger to Bonnie and Elena, Caroline walked out of the school and into the back field before answering the call. "What do you want?"
"Well, good morning, sunshine," Klaus's raspy voice resounded in Caroline's ear, sending shivers down her spine. She cursed herself as her mind went back to her most recent dream, where that same voice was whispering in her ear as his hands roamed freely over her body.
Dammit, Caroline!
"Seriously, Klaus, I'm not in the mood," she replied, biting at her lower lip as she thought of what he would say if he knew exactly which mood she was in. He chuckled as though he was listening to her thoughts.
"I couldn't help but notice that you did your hair differently today."
Caroline felt her blood go cold. She looked around wildly, trying to catch a flash of his curly golden hair, but he was nowhere to be seen. Taking a deep breath, she decided to play it cool. "So what if I did?"
Klaus laughed again. "Just odd that you would style your hair straight the day after I complimented you on your curly hair."
Caroline's face sunk into a scowl. "I'm sorry, Klaus, but not everyone lives to please you."
Her frown deepened as he began to laugh even harder. "Love, you don't think I knew that you would do the exact opposite of what I complimented you on?"
Caroline's eyes narrowed as she realized that he had played her. He knew that his words would get to her. Klaus's laughter finally faded, but his presence alone annoyed her.
"I love your hair straight just as much as I love it curly. Maybe even more…" Klaus paused for a few seconds, and she could just hear him hiding his smirk. "But I can't tell for sure."
Caroline looked around again, trying to find out where he was. Could he have seen her on her way to school? But she would have seen him too. Then again, he was extremely fast. There was a possibility that he was standing less than a few metres away from her and was running away every time she turned. The thought sent chills running through her body, and she gripped self-consciously at her elbows.
"You look like an angel, love," Caroline frowned as she heard the change in his voice. The raspy quality had increased, and though he wasn't whispering, his voice was soft. "The innocence… it drives me insane."
Caroline flinched as she felt her body respond to his words, and she pressed her knees together to try and steady herself. Her cheeks were now bright red, to her dismay. Klaus chuckled into her ear, and she felt herself go even redder, if it was possible. "I would be able to see that blush even if I was in London, love."
"Are you done?" Caroline snapped, gritting her teeth together. She hated this. He made her feel so vulnerable. She thought she was done being vulnerable after she was turned into a vampire.
"Making you blush?" Klaus asked, mocking her with his voice. "I'm not sure, it's quite attractive."
"I have to go to class, Klaus," growled Caroline, her left hand clenching into a fist. "What do you want?"
"Hm… you know what, I'll tell you in person later today."
"W-wait, what?" Caroline's eyes widened. The last thing she needed was for him to spend more time with her. He was driving her insane. "No way, Klaus, I – "
Before she could finish her sentence, the dial tone blared into her ear, signifying that he had hung up on her. Caroline took a deep breath, channeling all of her strength to prevent herself from smashing her phone into the ground. With one last exhale, she headed back towards Bonnie and Elena.
Klaus smirked as she walked back into the school. He had been standing no less than five feet away from her the whole time, darting for cover every time she turned around. He had to admit that though it was childish, it was very entertaining. He could've easily given her what he wanted to right then and there, but he wanted a reason to see her again that day. Maybe even crash one of her classes if he was up for it.
Besides, as the teenagers of the 21st century called it, YOLO. Klaus brought a hand up to his forehead and rubbed his temples as soon as the ridiculous acrostic formed in his mind. Never again.
LOL I had to. I always wondered what it would sound like if Klaus said YOLO (and the irony would be hilarious).
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I would make promises for when chapters will be up… but I don't want to disappoint in case I get hung up with homework :S But within the next 3 days :) Till next time!
