A/N: I'm a slow updater :( I apologise for that and I really wanted to try and update twice this past week but clearly I've failed miserably at that one, I've been busy with stuff in my personal life AND I am a lazy bugger. :|
Anyway, on to more fanficy things. :D The first part of this chapter is in Klaus's point of view. I hope he's not out of character in this - that I always worry about as I find it kinda difficult to write in his perspective :/
Hope you like :D and please tell me what you think after :)
Klaus's P.O.V
"Mother."
"Hello Niklaus."
"What do you want?"
"I'm intrigued."
I stared at her as I waited for her to explain.
"Over the past 1000 years I've seen you use women. Lure them in, feed on them, terrorize them, break their hearts. And only when you're done with them do you finally end their pain." She began.
I frowned at my mother for pointing out one of my worst traits, but it was one that was only visible during the darkest phases of my life, a phase I certainly knew I wasn't in right now, she knew that too.
"Caroline Forbes. An interesting choice." She stated. "At first I wandered what you had to gain from her, then I took note of how she's on the opposing side. I assumed you planned to use her, get information from her, use her as bait if need be." She admitted.
"But that's not the case, is it? You care about her, and you won't let anything happen to her."
My jaw clenched and I glared at her as I realised what she could mean by that.
I felt my hand clench into a fist as I spoke through my teeth. "If you so much as harm a hair on her head I swear I'll-"
"No need to worry Niklaus. I have no intention to hurt her." She interrupted.
She smiled as she stopped walking and came to a stop in front of me. "And that's what intrigues me. You claim your intentions with her are good...but how far would you really be willing to go for her?" She asked. It was more of a rhetorical question, but there was definitely more to it than there seemed.
I cast a confused yet worried frown at her. "What have you done, Esther?"
I was suddenly jolted awake by some unknown source and flung back into reality. I ran a hand through my hair as I sat up and glanced over to the window to see it was still evening. I must have fallen asleep, which didn't really surprise me seeing as I hadn't slept a wink last night.
I looked down to see my sketchbook open and on the bed next to me from before I fell asleep. I picked it up along with my pencil and brought it back into my lap.
As I tapped the pencil on the page of the drawing I was currently working on I thought about the dream I'd just woken up from. - At least I was going to keep telling myself it was simply only a dream, because the alternative was...
I shook my head to myself as I pushed all thoughts of that out of my head and returned to my drawing. That dream was not important and had no significance in any way, I kept telling myself.
I hadn't been able to stop thinking about Caroline since I got home from spending the day with her yesterday, and I don't think five minutes had gone by that I hadn't thought about her. It scared me how much I thought about her, I was constantly picturing her face, hearing her voice, feeling her lips as she kissed me. When she kissed me she'd caught me completely off guard, which was something that didn't happen to me very often. I couldn't get that off my mind. She was an interesting little thing, one moment she'd been practically yelling that she hates me, and the next she was pinning me against a car and kissing me.
I don't think I'd ever been this captivated by a woman before. When I'm with her I seem to forget who I am, what I've done, all my problems in life, and the only important thing is her. I always get this odd feeling whenever I'm around her, it's a foreign sensation and its completely blinding but I think I like it nonetheless. She brings out a side of me that I usually refuse to believe exists - the human part of me. And the side of me that's visible the other ninety-nine percent of the time, the part of me that's murderous, selfish and evil - that side becomes dormant.
I smiled down at the drawing as I carefully outlined the curve of Caroline's smile.
The moment I got home last night all I wanted to do was to go see her again, but obviously wanting to give her some space I kept my distance, I certainly didn't want to come off as clingy and push her away. But just looking at a drawing of her was no longer enough to satisfy this over powering need to be with her.
I picked my phone up from the nightstand and called her. After several rings it cut to voicemail.
"Hey this is Caroline. Leave a message."
I hung up and dropped my phone down onto the mattress next to me. I had to admit I found it slightly odd that she didn't answer. If there was one thing I knew about Caroline it was that she never went anywhere without her phone.
I brushed it off as her being busy and texted her instead asking her to call me when she was no longer busy with whatever she was doing as I wanted to talk to her. Rebekah had told me that spring break was coming up soon so I wanted to make an offer to Caroline to go somewhere with me for a few days.
An hour passed and Caroline still hadn't replied. By this point I was beginning to worry about her, as I knew it was a little out of her character to just ignore phone messages like this. It also wasn't much like me to become paranoid about someone else's wellbeing like this, but this was Caroline, which made it a completely different story. I'd tried calling her again just a few minutes ago but once again it just rang to voicemail.
Although I was pretty sure everything was fine with her and she was just busy or had lost her phone or something, I couldn't seem to shake the nigging feeling in the back of my mind that something was wrong. I decided to go and see if she was at home. I knew I was probably worrying about nothing here, but I just had to put my mind at ease if I wanted to sleep tonight.
I sighed as I dragged myself up from my bed and walked across the room, put my coat and shoes on then went out into the hallway to be met by the argumentative shrieks of Kol and Rebekah.
"Why can't you just keep your god damn hands off my stuff?!"
"Why do you have to be such a little bitch!?"
I made a good attempt to pretend like they weren't even there as I walked past them and down the hallway towards the top of the stairs, but the second Rebekah spotted me she quickly decided to try and drag me into this childish little spat of theirs.
"Nik! Tell him this is mine!" She demanded as she shoved something out towards me. I didn't even look at her or what she was holding as I continued to blank them both out and walked down the stairs.
"Ha! Told you it's mine. Whore." Kol teased as he snatched back whatever it was they were fighting over and walked back into his room, slamming the door behind him.
"You fucking arse!" Rebekah screeched and stormed off down the hallway to her room, and I had a feeling that one was aimed at both Kol and me.
I laughed to myself when memories suddenly came back to me of when they used to fight as children. Nothing's changed in the behaviour department I see, I thought as I smirked to myself and headed out the front door.
Caroline's P.O.V
This is a dream, this is just some weird, freaky messed up dream. It must be because there is no way in hell this can possibly be happenening to me. I'm a vampire and this is impossible and there's no logical explanation for it.
"Okay, just breathe Caroline." I told myself in the calmest voice I could manage.
I tried everything to wake myself up from this 'dream' - squeezing my eyes shut really tightly, pinching myself, splashing cold water on my face, slapping myself - but nothing worked.
I tried to keep my breathing even and deep as I sat on the floor of my en suite bathroom where I and been sat for the past hour or so now. I seemed to be in denial right now, I was trying to come up with some logical explanation of what was happening to me - with no success. It seemed everytime I came close to making up some explanation that seemed to make sense I earned a harsh slap across the face from reality reminding me that this was fucking happening whether I liked it or not.
I heard my phone ring for the third or forth time this past hour - I hadn't really been paying attention to it so I'd couldn't remember - but I just let it ring as I stayed sat down on the cold white-tiled bathroom floor and stared at the three pregnancy tests on the floor in front of me.
A few minutes after I was met by the illogical results of the first test, I suddenly had a hoping thought that the test may just be faulty. I then became convinced that this was what had happened and nothing was wrong with me, but just to be sure I did the second test - only to have the pathetic ounce of hope drop when I was met exactly the same results. So I then did the last test and- yeah you can probably guess what happened with that one.
Although it's unlikely (but still possible) the whole box could be faulty I couldn't deny what was right in front of me. It all makes sense but at the same time it makes no sense. All the symptoms were there - over-tiredness, dizziness, hunger, mood swings, morning sickness.
The thought of the morning sickness seemed to linger in my head longer than necessary, and the thought of that and the fact that the truth of what was happening to me really began to sink in at that moment had me throwing up into the toilet again within seconds.
I flushed the toilet and pulled myself back over to where I'd been sat before and leant back against the bathroom cabinet doors, where I quickly came to the conclusion that it was more of the thought of this whole situation than the actual being pregnant thing that made me sick that time.
As I shut my eyes and leant my head back I began to wander if this was actually possible. I mean, maybe this was some weird mega-rare vampire thing? But even if it is, why did it have to happen to me of all people? I did not want this to happen to me, despite the fact that I'm a vampire I'm technically still only a seventeen year old girl. I have school and a life and this is only going to create a barrier in front of all that, my future would be jeopardised because of this. If there was one thing I knew for sure, it was that I was not ready to be a mom.
And how was Tyler going to react to hearing about this? Not good - I knew that for certain. Tyler was one of the least father-like people I knew, and the fact that him and I aren't together anymore was only going to make this situation ten times more difficult.
I groaned at the thought of how inconvenient this whole situation was and banged my head backwards against the cabinet door in frustration, but then regretted it as it only gave me a headache.
A minute or two later I pulled myself up from the floor leaning against the cabinet in order to try and steady myself as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I immediately noticed how pale and tired I looked, which didn't really surprise me seeing what a crappy state of health and mind I was in right now.
My eyes then dropped to my stomach. I turned to the side and pulled my top up enough so that my tummy was exposed and stared intently at it. I cocked my head to the side slightly as another thought drifted through my mind, but this time it was one that related more to my self-consciousness than anything else. There was no bump there right now, but that wouldn't last long. In about two or three months it'll start to look more noticeable and this time in nine months I'd be huge. And I was already worrying about what other people would think, especially my friends and other people at school. My friends are going to want an explanation for how this is happening to me that I couldn't provide, and to everyone else at school I'm just going to be forever seen as that slut that got herself knocked up during high school.
A noise then caught my attention. Footsteps in the hallway. But I thought my mom said she was working the night-shift tonight?
I also then noticed that the footsteps sounded a lot heavier than my mom's.
I pulled my top back down and quickly headed into my room when I heard the footsteps walk through my bedroom door. I froze when I saw Klaus stood in my room looking kinda concerned.
I still had my scared and worried expression plastered on my face and he obviously noticed this, which caused him to frown and cock his head to the side slightly.
"What's wrong love?" He asked in a soft tone.
There was a pause of about ten seconds during which I tried to figure out what I should say, I mean, how do you tell someone you're pregnant? It's generally not something you can casually throw into a conversation. Especially when it's supposed to be impossible. And even if I did have the right way of saying it, is he the person I wanted to be confiding in?
But apparently my emotions where in charge here, and before I could throw together something to say I found myself bursting out into tears.
I brought one of my hands up to my face as tears streamed down my cheeks and my breathing quickly became shaky and rugged, when I felt myself being pulled into Klaus's arms and held against his chest. As tears continued to run down my cheeks I buried my face into his neck which I found extremely comforting, as well as also being surprised at how gentle he could be. Being held in his arms against his chest with my head on his shoulder, the feeling of him gently stroking my hair and the sheer smell of him felt amazing and made me feel the most comfortable I'd felt in a long time, and it was enough to calm me down within just a few minutes.
He pulled me towards my bed as I continued to cling to him and sat down on the end of it, making me sit down too. He gently pulled away from me enough so that he could look at me before he spoke again.
"Tell me what's wrong sweetheart." He whispered.
"This...it's not possible. I'm s-scared." I stuttered as my breathing began to become shaky again.
He frowned at me and gave me a confused expression. "What's impossible?"
I just shook my head and looked down at the floor as I felt hot tears streaming down my face again. He then took one of my hands into his and with his other hand he cupped the side of my face and wiped away the tears and smudged mascara from under my eyes with his thumb.
"Caroline look at me." He insisted as his hand dropped from my face.
I did as I was told and looked up at him through my tear blurred eyes.
"Whatever it is, you can tell me."
At that moment I did feel like I could tell him anything, which was weird, because I never really got that feeling with anyone before - not my mom, not Elena, not Bonnie - and I just felt like he wouldn't judge me. But this wasn't just 'anything', this was one of the two biggest things that have ever happened to me, the other being becoming a vampire.
I took a deep breath in and out and looked down to the floor again as he began to stroke his thumb across the back of my hand.
And then I just came out with it.
"I'm pregnant.." I blurted out. "Somehow...if that's even possible." I shook my head to myself.
I continued staring intently at the floor as I waited for him to respond.
I had two potential scenarios of his response wandering through my mind in the next moment. In the first he was looking at me like I was insane, telling me I couldn't possibly be pregnant. In the second he looked surprised, asked me if I was sure about that, and when I did he would tell me it's going to be okay, then he would give me some sort of explanation of how this had happened, because he of all people should know the rules of being a vampire better than anyone else.
But about ten seconds had passed since I'd spoken - and it felt like the ten longest seconds ever - and he still hadn't replied.
I glanced up at him.
He'd stopped moving his thumb across the back of my hand, and his hand had tensed up in mine. His whole body seemed tense, he seemed completely frozen in place, and his breathing appeared to have stopped.
But it wasn't any of that stuff that that scared me, it was the expression on his face.
He looked terrified and distressed. His jaw was clenched, his eyes widened, and all the color appeared to have drained from his face. I imagined that if someone told him that his whole family had been murdered in cold blood he would have a similar look on his face.
But I really couldn't work out why he looked so scared. Almost as scared as I looked when I saw my face in the mirror. I mean I expected him to be surprised, but this...
I was still waiting for him to speak. And right now he was scaring me. I just wanted him to say anything. 'Your mad.' 'That's impossible.' 'You're gonna be fine Caroline.' I would have settled with anything. Anything other than the terrifying silence he was giving me right now.
He then finally opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but then just closed it again and shook his head.
"No..." He whispered as he forcefully pushed me away from him and stood up.
He stood there for a moment refusing to make eye contact with me as I frowned up at him in confusion. I really didn't understand why he was reacting like this. It just didn't make sense.
"I need to go." He suddenly announced before turning and walking back through my bedroom door without so much as another glance at me. From where I was still sat on the end of my bed with my dumbfounded expression on my face I watched him walk down the hallway towards the front door, running a hand through his hair as he went.
When he turned the corner to the main entrance hallway of my house I then just listened to his footsteps and the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut. He certainly sounded eager to get out of my house, or at least away from me.
For the next few minutes after he left I sat in the piercing silence of my bedroom replaying what had just happened in my head over and over again. His reaction was certainly very different to what I had expected, and the whole thing just striked me as odd. And the thought of him behaving like that and the fact that I couldn't figure out why he responded like that was the thing that kept me awake that night - believe it or not - rather than discovering that I am somehow impossibly fucking pregnant.
I really don't think it's possible for this day to get any more messed up than it already freaking is. Someone please kill me now.
A/N: I'm sorry to have to beg for reviews but I reaaaally want to know what you think of this story so far, what you want to see happen in future chapters and any theories you have on what's up with Klaus and this whole situation Caroline got herself in.
All these spoilers about the miss mystic falls pageant in 4x07 have given me a few ideas :D so I can now say in several chapters there's gonna be a pageant :)
I'll try to update quicker next time, but now I have to go watch the five coz I still ain't watched it yet for some reason :/
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