I DO NOT OWN THE VAMPIRE DIARIES.
Sometimes she wonders what death is like. As she sits in the dark corner of a dusty, empty room, she wonders whether death is like this, consumed by darkness and nothing but the sound of your own fear. She places her hand out and lets it touch where the sun is shining, she winces as her fingers swell in blisters and automatically retreats her hand, cradling it to her healing chest.
Caroline looks down at her hand and swallows a dry lump forming in her throat. She pivots her hand, examines her pale fingers and wonders if the lack of blood has led her to hallucination; so she tries again and sticks her hand into the sun.
She cries out this time, a loud scream and leaves her hand there for a while. She doesn't understand. She cannot remember anyone touching her hand. She remembers her argument with him, and how he cradled over her, seething, boiling, and how she had smacked him then - with her ring hand - and fallen into the dark corner, ring-less and starving.
Caroline brings her hand back and stares, waiting for the burns to heal, they take their time and she assumes it is because she is too weak to help herself.
She doesn't cry out for help, she never does.
She thinks back to her argument with Klaus, she wonders if he's taken her ring and compelled her to forget, but she does not feel under the impression that she is missing something - except for the obvious - she knows he never touches her in these arguments, for fear he will hurt her more than he intends, for his words are more than enough to leave her bruised. She looks around in her dark corner and glares at the closed door.
She makes a note to ask him later.
It has been hours since she has seen him, since he stormed away and she woke up in the darkness of a musty room. So she waits for him, and thinks. When she looks out of the window and squints at the sunshine she tries to remember what it used to feel like; how she could lie in it for hours on end, topping up her tan, and now she can barely look out of the window without a silly ring on her finger.
Funny, really, how she has a ring on her finger and is already tied down to something - the bind of nature's balance.
She doesn't laugh.
She looks down at her feet and hugs her knees to her chest, wincing when the material of her jeans meets the slow-healing blisters under the collar bone.
She closes her eyes.
When she opens them again the door is opening and Klaus is holding a blood bag in one hand, her ring twisting on his pinky finger in the other. "Hello, sweetheart," he says, hesitant.
She looks up at him through her lashes, eyes cold.
Klaus snarls slightly as he comes closer to her and kneels beside her, extending the blood bag out for her. She shakes her head and eyes her ring, he gives it to her and she snatches the bag as well.
She rips the bag and pushes the blood into her mouth, moaning greedily as the blood washes down her throat, when she is finished she throws the empty blood bag against the wall opposite her and stares at Klaus, dry mouth stained with blood. He smiles at her and goes to wipe her chin but she turns from him.
"Don't," she whispers, pleading. She cannot stand his hands on her burnt skin.
Klaus retracts his hand and stands, stepping backwards, allowing Caroline to do the same. She holds a hand against the cold wall for support and tries to push herself up, only to fall back down, not yet fully regaining her strength. She whimpers, expecting to feel the fall, but only feels warmth. She looks up and finds herself millimetres from Klaus' face. "I've got you," he whispers.
She wants to fight him, but gives in, leaning her heavy head against his chest and playing with the ring now safely on her finger. Klaus presses a kiss to her forehead and proceeds to leave the room.
"I'm sorry," he tells her, his voice genuine.
She nods against his chest and says nothing, continuing to play with her ring. She feels too tired to reply now, and when Klaus continues to press kisses to her head, lowering her onto a bed, she doesn't remember entering the room and she forgets why she's so weak in the first place.
"I'm sorry, Caroline," he repeats. "I should not have left you there. I shouldn't have-"
She shakes her head to stop him, his lips reach her neck and he hovers over her, hands either side of her head. She pulls him up and looks up into his eyes full of sincerity and guilt. He's staring at her, begging her silently to forgive him, and she smiles weakly up at him, stroking his stubble.
Her ring shines in the light around her, and she feels compelled by his apology. She allows him to kiss her, to relieve her of the tension of her clothes and love her as he feels she needs. He loves her with his words, his mouth, and his hands and when she is spent towards the end of it, she forgets to ask why he took her ring and left her to starve; weak and alone.
Their fight happens twice every few months and sometimes it is Caroline who has put herself in that room and throws her ring at him, telling him to go to Hell, and he smiles bitterly, telling her he is already there, leaving her to her darkness.
As Caroline strokes Klaus' hair, with him resting his face against her chest, she closes her eyes and imagines the beauty behind death. The Heaven behind her departing, and she wonders if Klaus will be there; in both her Heaven and Hell, torturing her and saving her all over again.
Hi, guys. So I pre-warned you the next thing I wrote would be sorta dark and gloomy and a bit ugh, but then I had to end this with a little bit of relief on my side, well because, I'm really bad at angst. I don't think this even classifies as angst-y.
I'm really low, so this is my way of getting it out; I don't particularly like it, but I'm dealing with a lot of loss at the moment due to my job - hence the awful writing on my part lately (sorry, I'm struggling to get my ideas out properly without being so OOC with my characters, ugh) and it's super hard to get Klaus on his nice side. So yeah, this is me, getting my sadness and bleh-ness out of the way, and I can promise you if I get my mojo back I'll try to write something a bit more upbeat and a little bit... better written. I suck. I need more practice, I guess.
In the meantime I hope you enjoyed. Please leave me a review, boost my confidence. Your words mean a lot! Thanks for reading, you rule!
