Season 3 Ep 20: Do not go gentle
Rebekah came to see him a few days later, he was painting out his feelings. A dark and desolate abstract with only some gold in the center, which he was covering up more and more as he layered the black paints.
She gave him what she told him was the last of the white oak stakes that could kill them and he threw it into the fire to burn without any hesitation.
"Now that that's settled, pack your bags, we're leaving." he commanded her.
She was shocked "Today?" he looked at her and she faltered a bit, what he didn't know was that he was really speaking with Esther in Rebekah's body.
Esther couldn't have them leaving town before her spell was finished. "But tonight is the decade dance. I'm head of the committee, we have to go."
He turns from his false sister back to his painting, "I'm not going to any dance."
"Caroline will be there." she pleaded, knowing his feelings for her hadn't been squashed that easily.
He looked longingly at the golden part of the painting he had left, did he leave it subconsciously, to signify Caroline?
He sighed. "Okay, fine. One last hoorah." he obliged.
Caroline was getting ready for the 20's Decade Dance, sighing at herself as she put in her earrings and admired herself in the mirror.
Her mind drifted to Klaus, for the millionth time. She hadn't seen him in a few days, not since he beat up Stephen and Alaric in the alley by the Grill.
She noted that, at least, the dreams had become a tiny less bloody and passionate. He was always in them, always playing, laughing, watching her every move, distracting her from all that's been going on with her friends and the danger of trying to kill the originals. Only nearing the end of her dreams would there be his blood, her blood, their blood and she'd shake awake, much like now, forcing herself away from remembering her dreams.
Now that her flapper ensemble was complete, she opened her cooler and ripped open a bag of blood with her teeth. Her thirst these days had been unquenchable. Normally she'd only needed one whole bag a day. But it seemed her favorite B+ wasn't doing it for her as it used to.
She was up to drinking four bags daily now, and her supply was dwindling, she honestly didn't think she'd be able to get through tomorrow.
[Mystic Falls High School]
Matt and Caroline were just talking, casually, as he filled up the ice for her at the dance. She was trying to pry information from him over if he and Elena would bet back together, which she'd certainly prefer.
She totally doesn't want Matt wrapped up around some compelling vampire chick again. Elena isn't the safest bet, but at least they had a good history growing up together, Matt would be good for her right now.
Matt spots Tyler walk onto the dance floor, saying hello to people, so he cuts her off, "What is he doing here?" he says accusingly and shocked.
Caroline huffs, just as shocked as Matt. Tyler shouldn't be here, he should be off somewhere far away trying to break his sire bond, steering clear of Klaus completely! Plus he hasn't called her since that silly voicemail he left and that had be almost a whole two months ago. What a jerk. Occasional texts do not count as make a healthy relationship!
She storms over to Tyler.
"Are you crazy? If Klaus sees you…"
"What's he gonna do? Draw you another picture?" Tyler laughs playfully.
She recalled that Elena let the drawing secret slip, after Caroline had begrudgingly confided in her, she frowned more.
Tyler reached for her hand.
"Tyler, this isn't a joke!" she avoids his hand, not wanting to let him win her over.
"I can pretend I'm sired still, if I have to. But I'm not gonna hide away while he's macking all over you."
Although she was not happy about his absence, in every sense, his cute jealousy does make Caroline smile and accept his hands in hers.
A distant feeling of hunger makes it up to her chest. If her stomach could, it would growl.
"Tyler, you don't need to be jealous of Klaus." she said breathing in, something about Tyler's scent was oddly familiar in the Klaus way, she had never noticed it before now.
"I am jealous, but I'm also competitive." he winked at her.
She was staring into his eyes, Tyler was good looking, and bit her lip lightly then smiled softly and mischievously.
"Come with me." She pulled his arm, he struggled against her grip to keep up and was moving them away from the dance and into of of the classrooms.
I know these chapters are short, but trust me, it's about to get so good in the next one! I hope you follow!
