Reader request from tumblr. Caroline ends up sent back in time after a spell gone wrong in no other than the Mikaelson home.
"Bonnie! That isn't the right -" Caroline screamed at her friend when her world went white. The pure light blinded her vision causing Caroline to shield her eyes from the intensity of it all. Gradually the brightness dimmed until Caroline didn't feel it burning her eyes and a familiar haughty voice informed her she wasn't in Kansas anymore.
Rebekah, Caroline internally groaned.
Pulling her arms down from her eyes Caroline realized she was standing in a very feminine and gaudy decorated room of none other than the she devil herself. But something was off Rebekah was standing in a shift and what appeared to be corset something Caroline only recognized from watching Pride and Prejudice one too many times. Except Rebekah wasn't telling her off in English but in another language-Russian perhaps?
Caroline instantly was pinned against the wall with Rebekah's fangs about ready to sink into her neck. Caroline shoved Rebekah back with all her strength, the surprise move catching the original off guard and sending her back a few steps.
"What the hell Rebekah?" she snapped showing her own fangs.
Rebekah's retracted her fangs a curious expression on her face, soft and not hard like Caroline was used too. The softness hardened into suspicion then the usual haughty demeanor descending on her face.
"How do you know my name and how did you get into my room?" she hissed out at Caroline.
Caroline glared at her, confused and upset. "What are you talking about? I've known you for almost a whole year Rebekah, it's me Caroline. We were trying to find Klaus remember Bonnie was attempting to do a locator spell that would send me to him but obviously she got that wrong. Ugh, I warned her to seriously not use that spell." Caroline tilted her head at Rebekah trying to understand why she was wearing those clothes. "What are you even wearing right now? You look like a misplaced extra from a Jane Austen movie."
The older blonde sniffed, "Me? You should see what your wearing darling; you look like a trollop from the underbelly of Moscow."
"Moscow?" Caroline squeaked.
Rebekah rolled her eyes, "Honestly you have no idea where you are? Oh Lord this truly is some spell gone wrong. This is exactly why I have no patience for witches."
Caroline gulped; looking out the window to the streets below to see carriages and people wearing what Caroline knew was not rolling off the runway in Paris currently. Wide-eyed, Caroline looked back to Rebekah who carried on getting dressed as if nothing was out of place. Caroline started to fan herself in panic and muttered, "Oh my god, oh my god."
She was in a full out Caroline Forbes panic attack because everything that she just assimilated told her she wasn't in Mystic Falls or even the right year. Breathing deeply to stabilize her shaking body she clasped her hands in front of her mouth and through clenched teeth asked Rebekah, "What year is it?"
"1812."
The floor dropped from beneath Caroline and she staggered over to the bed, throwing herself down on it. Rebekah glanced down from pinning her hair up at the vanity set. Scrunching her brows with a pursing of her lips she got up and walked over to the closest. Caroline heard her rummaging through her wardrobe and after a minute the sounds stopped and Rebekah reappeared with a pale blue and white gown in hand.
Caroline raised herself from the bed, "What are you doing?"
Rebekah rolled her eyes as it were the most obvious action, "You can't be seen looking like that. I don't want to know when you came from because it's clear that you all dress like harlots in your century. If what you say about my brother is true the best thing is to get you to him so you can go home. Besides I like you, it's nice having another female vampire. I don't have too many friends in Russia."
Caroline raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. If only Rebekah knew how much they were not friends, okay they could tolerate each other but friends? She sighed dramatically and took the dress. The soft pale blue silk lay underneath a thin sheer lace with intricate flowers embroidered throughout, the empire waist line and simple form easy on the eye. It truly was a beautiful gown and Caroline was never one to say no to beautiful things.
Rebekah yanked Caroline up from the bed, "Come on, if you are to be presentable for the ball I won't have you looking as such."
"Ball?" Caroline stammered, as Rebekah began shoving her towards a wash room.
Rebekah rolled her eyes again; Caroline couldn't help but be annoyed. "Of course darling, how else are you going to run into my brother? Now stop arguing we only have an hour."
Getting pampered by Rebekah was quite the thing; the entire time she was expecting the older blonde to rip her throat out for one wrong move. To her surprise though the two girls fell into easy conversation and now as Caroline stood admiring herself in the mirror she felt like a storybook princess ready to meet her prince. She scoffed Klaus was no prince of fairytales. All she wanted to do was find him and have him explain how the exactly the hell she was supposed to go home. This was the last time Caroline was ever going to trust Bonnie with shady locator spells again.
Adjusting the silk gloves she was struck with a scary thought. If she time traveled did Rebekah and Klaus remember all this in the present time? Caroline sucked in a sharp breath the implications of this trip sinking in. Rebekah had pushed for Caroline to try the locator spell in the present with Bonnie, in fact quite adamantly. Did that mean that the she-devil knew who she was all along? Caroline's head spun with the thoughts….then that meant Klaus did to. What if something happened here that spurned on Klaus into being obsessed with her in the first place?
"You alright Caroline?" Rebekah asked seeing the younger vampire losing color from her face.
Caroline looked at her with a fuzzy gaze, the theories in her mind still swimming. Her best chance was to just get to Klaus and he direct her where she should go, make minimal impact. Minimal impact that is what she kept muttering to herself as Rebekah guided her out of her home, down the snowy streets of Moscow, and into dance hall at the palace. As Caroline crossed the threshold of the dance hall all breath was robbed from her lungs the opulence of the room sending her reeling.
But it wasn't the larger than life chandeliers glistening from the lofty ceiling, the wall length mirrors, or gold craftsmanship adoring the walls that stole her breath no, it was the man she knew all too well standing on the far side of the room in a stiff coat and jacket, white gloves hiding his hands and his hair falling around his devil horns in golden ringlets. Caroline found herself unable to look away from him, her eyes burning into his profile.
Klaus must have felt her gaze because slowly he turned from the conversation he was holding with two other gentleman in rapid Russian. His steely blue eyes fixated on her as he began his journey across the crowed room to Caroline and Rebekah. His lips parted just as they had when saw her for the first time at the ball held at his home in Mystic Falls, the heat growing brighter and deeper as he approached. Caroline thought she was going to die in the blue flames and did her best to shift closer to Rebekah to melt into her and away from penetrating stare.
At the last minute he averted his eyes and held out his hand to Rebekah, his sister placing her ivory gloved hand in his. Bending down he placed a polite kiss on her knuckles.
"Dear sister, who is your delicious little friend?" he questioned.
Caroline raised her brow at the cocky attitude, he never changed. Apparently he also thought she only spoke Russian. Before Rebekah could make polite introductions Caroline butted in, "My name is Caroline Forbes and I'm not for eating."
Klaus' eyes widened in surprise but recovered just as quickly the usual mirth growing, "An American, I should have known. Aren't we presently at war with your little floundering nation?"
Rebekah scoffed, upset Klaus was being so attentive towards Caroline, "She wouldn't know."
Caroline snapped her head at Rebekah sending her a scowl to which Rebekah just rolled her eyes at. Klaus was amused by the exchange but his face turned cold when Rebekah turned back and leaned in towards him, "She's from the future, a witch's spell gone wrong. Apparently she just needed to find you."
Klaus eyed Caroline with a hard look which she returned with an equally impressive glare. Caroline just wanted to go home; her plan to make minimal impact was already blown out the window. She couldn't keep her mouth shut to save her life, he already had her name. The harder he stared at her the more he decided he liked her, she had spirit and a bright fire burning within her.
Caroline tried not to let her face waiver in its steadiness, determined to out stare him. She had known him long enough to recognize he was testing her at the moment pushing the boundaries, the tease he always was. The heat in his eyes was becoming too much, the stare diving into her soul and learning all her little secrets, his eyes still shielding his like they always did. Klaus finally held out a hand waiting for her to place her gloved one in his. Caroline stared at the proffered hand, using any excuse to escape his stare without backing out in failure.
Reaching out to place her fingers in his, she sighed softly enough that no one could hear but the man invading her personal space. Just as Klaus bent over to kiss her fingers, the world flared white again, Caroline blinded and snapping her eyes closed. It took awhile for her to regain her senses again once the light began to fade and realized once more she was back in Mystic Falls with Bonnie and Rebekah.
"Umm, what are you wearing?" Bonnie asked.
Caroline dazed and confused still titled her head and glanced down at her attire. She could hear Rebekah chuckling as she filed away at her nails.
"You know that was my favorite gown, I was so mad when you disappeared. It took me the rest of the night to explain to the other guests that you had just been a figment of their imaginations. It was rather bothersome," she said not looking up from her handiwork with her nail beds.
Caroline scowled and turned to Bonnie, "I need to go home."
Bonnie giving her a puzzled frown just nodded Caroline out the door with vamp speed before she could question her friend any further. Racing all the way home Caroline flew through the house, into her room, slammed the door shut, and rested her forehand against the door.
"Lovely dress love, where ever did you get?" Klaus' joking voice asked.
Caroline flat out groaned, shoulders slumping over. She turned around to see him resting against her bedpost, arms crossed and a smug grin plastered across his face.
"You remember?" she asked pinching the bridge of her nose.
Klaus smirked even further, "You make quite the impression Caroline. Between the vision of you in this dress, then you rudely butting in, and the managing to last as long as you did in a staring match I must say every moment of those brief minutes was burned into my memory never to disappear."
"Seriously!" she whined.
So much for a minimal impact.