Could you write a drabble where Caroline is saved by Klaus in his wolf form :)
for Brynnie: here you go :D lots of love
She was anxious at this point, something that rarely every happened. She was supposed to meet Tyler here. It was an annual ritual and they'd been doing it for almost a decade now. He lived here, in the Appalachians, with his pack that had gradually come to accept her occasional presence even though she was a vampire, because he was their alpha. She'd been skimming the woods now, for almost a week. Nothing, no one. Their usual meeting place was completely abandoned, the little village they'd built for themselves empty. She'd tried calling him countless times but he never picked up.
She was sitting in Tyler's house now, literally biting her nails.
What if something had happened to him. What if-
She shook her head and forbade herself to think further in that direction. It was no use. She was going to fix this situation and she was not one to be pessimistic, ever. His phone was not turned off, so there was hope.
She was going to call up Stefan or Damon next thing tomorrow. Tonight though, she'd have to stay inside and put her search on hold. Tonight was full moon. And she was sure as hell not stupid enough to leave the house on a full moon night, in a place that was supposed to be swarming with werewolves.
She'd grabbed a few DVD's Tyler's girlfriend Allison kept and planned to spend the evening watching them, drinking cocoa and indulging in the new pasta recipe she'd recently discovered. It would take her mind off things. She was running out of blood bags, she'd have to leave soon.
She placed her phone on the counter and started cooking.
Her phone was ringing. She shot up from her comfortable seating position on the sofa and grabbed it in frenzy.
Tyler.
Her eyes widened and she picked up.
"Tyler?" she gasped into the phone.
The other end of the line was silent.
"Tyler? Tyler, are you there?"
Finally, she heard ragged breathing on the other end of the line.
"Caroline," he croaked, his breathing ragged.
"Tyler, are you okay?"
"Don't leave the house," he whispered, then suddenly she heard a loud noise and him screaming in pain.
Tears shut up to her eyes. "Tyler! What is happening?"
She heard another noise.
"Hello, Caroline," a familiar voice answered, drained in menace. It was Dylan, a member of Tyler's pack. She'd never liked him and he had never liked her. There had been an instance where Tyler had literally had to tear the two of them apart.
"We're at the meeting place. If you don't show up in thirty minutes, Tyler will be dead."
"WHAT? Dylan, what's going on?!"
"You heard me bitch."
Then the line went dead.
The moon was up when she arrived and dread claimed her chest as she arrived at the meeting point. This was suicide.
But she didn't have a choice. She hadn't changed in that regard, she would do anything for her friends. She would never be able to let Tyler die, he was her best friend beside Stefan. If there was a chance to safe him she'd take it.
The space was abandoned and empty as she'd found it on the first day. She cursed, never keeping her eyes off her surroundings.
She had to be strong and focused now. And she was, she could take almost anything on if she had to but there were things that were just stronger than her. Like a bunch of turned wolves on a full moon.
She gulped. They'd have to have changed by now. Tyler was the only living hybrid besides Klaus, so he didn't have to but his pack still did.
Suddenly she heard a noise, several noises. She turned around and gulped heavily at the sight unfolding before her.
Wolves.
Not just Tyler's pack. Forty, fifty of them.
She was dead.
There was no way around it.
For a second time stood still, she stared at them and they stared back at her, snarling and visibly ready to attack, having spotted their natural enemy. None of them were conscious at this point, their inner beasts had taken over. From her time here she'd learned that only hybrids were able to keep their control when turning. There was no arguing, no talking to them. They were gonna tear her to pieces. She'd be dead before she even felt the venom surging through her veins.
Strangely enough, she didn't feel fear. She didn't feel anything at all.
Her mind was racing. Back in Tyler's house was a safe cellar where she'd usually spend her full moons when she was here.
There was no way she'd be able to reach it in time.
She turned and ran.
The spell was broken, she heard them howl, snarl, bark behind her, their claws digging into the forest floor as they followed her. The chorus of her nightmares.
It was the first time she felt like the prey instead of the hunter, ever since she'd left Mystic Falls.
She could not die now.
She would not die now.
But she could feel them closing in, they were faster than she was.
She spotted the village in the distance. She'd have sped up if she could.
Then she heard it, a feral growl right behind her, another beside her.
They'd caught up with her.
Next thing she knew was a weight crushing against her from behind, knocking her forward into the forest floor. She felt the leaves and the dirt in her face, her cheeks bruising at the impact as she was unable to dodge the fall with her arms.
She tried to scramble to her feet again, to throw him off of her but then another wolf was on her, too and suddenly she felt teeth rip into her leg and her shoulder.
Instantaneously the fear crashed down on her.
She was going to die, she was going to die, she was going to die.
Another bite, then another. She was pinned to the ground, unable to move as she felt a piece of flesh being ripped out of her arm. She screamed in pain. She was going to be eaten alive.
The panic took over, she struggled with all her might and managed to throw one off, only to be dragged down again. She was going to die.
Teeth piercing into the back of her knee, ripping out flesh. This would not heal. She could already feel the venom coursing through her veins.
She screamed again, louder now, all control leaving her for a moment.
No.
No!
Terror claimed her and she wailed, burying her nails in the limb of one of the countless wolves gathering around her.
Then, suddenly, part of the weight was gone. A wail. Another one gone, she felt the impact of the blow this time. Running on instinct only, she scrambled to her feet, only to fall down again. Her legs were torn to shreds, walking or even standing was not an option. She ripped her head around to see the wolves backing off around her, forming a circle.
In front of her there was another wolf, one bigger than the rest.
What was happening?
The wolf that had been on top of her, Dylan, she noticed, was cowering before the big one, obviously hurt.
Then, the new wolf flashed forward and, in one clean motion, ripped off Dylan's head.
Her eyes widened as blood splattered on her face. Not that it would make a difference anyway. She felt her mind get foggy and her blood boiling, the venom taking its toll. She doubled forward in pain, supporting herself on her arms, that almost gave in, too.
Through blurred vision she saw the wolves cowering, one by one, in front of the big one. They were submitting.
It was not Tyler, she knew what Tyler looked like as a wolf.
This was someone else.
Her arms gave in and she slumped forward, her vision fading as she watched the big wolf mercilessly ripping through and killing some of the other wolves around her.
Coherent thought had fled her mind and she didn't even try and make sense of the scenario unfolding around her as everything turned black.
She woke up to a familiar taste on her tongue.
Was this heaven? No, heaven wouldn't hurt that much. Every inch of her body felt like it was burning in a dreadfully familiar manner. Why wasn't she dead yet?
With every ounce of blood she swallowed she felt it easing up and finally she was strong enough to move her arms and latch onto her arm she was feeding on, extracting her fangs and sucking as furiously as she possibly could.
"Drink, love," she heard a voice whisper behind her and she recognized it immediately.
Klaus. This was Klaus.
Her mind was still a blur but it sharpened every second now.
She didn't stop drinking, feeling the energy return to her limbs. The pain was fading until it was gone completely. She pulled away, and found her back slumped against a hard chest.
Klaus, right.
What was he doing here?
She turned towards him, pulling away a little as he lowered his hand.
Immediately, her eyes widened.
He was naked.
Completely. Absolutely. Naked.
She forced herself to keep her eyes on his face. He was tense, but he also looked gravely relieved.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to keep the blush from her face.
"I could ask you the same thing," he answered, his expression serious. "Pray tell, love, how the bloody hell did you manage to get yourself in this situation?"
She frowned, then her eyes widened again. "Tyler… Tyler! Have you seen Tyler?"
He shook his head. "I haven't."
She clasped her hands over her mouth. "Oh my god," she whispered. "They must have killed him."
He said nothing to deny her.
"I came here because there is a war going on here. Apparently a few werewolf-clans had a run in that resulted in one of their alpha's mates to be killed and now they have been at each other's throats for a month. I dropped by to see if I could use the situation to my advantage."
She took it in and then nodded.
"I meet Tyler once a year here. But this time around he was gone. Until Dylan called me tonight and told me he'd kill him if I didn't make an appearance."
Fury spread on Klaus face. "And you came here? Do you want to die?"
"I didn't have a choice!" she snapped back at him, now angry, too.
Unfortunately, she'd forgotten about keeping her eyes on his face for a moment and she immediately regretted that, a blush creeping up her face.
Suddenly the tension faded and a small smirk spread on his face.
"Let's get you inside and dressed," she mumbled, getting up on her feed.
"As you wish," he answered, getting up but making no attempts to cover himself so she just looked away and led the way.
Assessment of the situation: She should be dead, but she wasn't.
Her clothes were ragged and bloody and she could still vividly remember the pain and the certainty of death. She gulped it down as they kept on walking.
The wolf that had saved her must have been Klaus. Apart from Tyler, there was no other wolf that could keep his consciousness while turning. It also explained why he was here and, uhm, buttnaked. No, there was no doubt.
She'd never been more lucky in her life.
She turned towards him, keeping her eyes on his face this time. "Thank you," she said, her voice serious and grateful.
He kept his eyes on hers, his expression serious again and stopped walking for a moment.
"Caroline, how could you have been so stupid? Placing yourself right into the middle of a werewolf-war. If I had arrived any second later you might have," he paused, obviously struggling with himself as his eyes darkened. "You would have died."
She nodded. "I thought I was already dead."
His gaze darkened even more as he placed his hands on her shoulders. Her breath hitched at the contact and his proximity and once again she couldn't tear her gaze from his.
"I won't let you," he said, and it almost sounded like a threat.
She gulped and then, suddenly he let go of her and continued walked towards the village.
She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the fact that she was actually still alive.
She'd have to pull herself together, take a shower and then look for Tyler.
Klaus.
She'd never been more happy to see him, and she knew it wasn't just because he saved her live. She'd been staying away from him purposely for over a decade now.
She gulped again.
Alright, focus on Tyler now.