"Les Miserables au with Kol as Montparnasse and Caroline as Eponine?" -Pheobetitanessofthemoon1234
Not sure about this one. I have not read the book or watched the movie so I had to ask my friend Kirstie about the characters. I just played around with it and I hope it's okay. *fingers crossed*
Kol finds her dripping wet, her corset feeling tighter around her more than usual, constricting her breathing. He is somewhat damp from the rain as well, droplets clinging to his dark hair like tiny crystals. He is nicely dressed as always, his handsome and cruel features almost like a cosmic joke. Here wasone of the heads of the Patron-Minette, robbing the houses of the wealthy because it was easy as that. Sometimes she wonders if he thinks of himself like Robin Hood, take from the rich and well, take from the rich.
With a taste for extravagance and violence, Kol would do as he'd like to achieve his means. He'd gut a man for a coin and smile at you with his easy charm in the next breath. She hears the whispers as he walks down the dark streets, names of crimes like a song that echoes through the night. Sometimes she wonders if he favors blood over gold.
He sees her, wet from head to toe, shivering in her dress and for a moment she thinks he'll take off his coat and put it on her, be a gentleman if he is capable. But he doesn't, of course not. Instead he looks deep into her eyes, her blue eyes more vulnerable than she'd like. They are mirrors now, reflecting a time when he would scavenge on the streets for food, picking pockets to have something in his belly.
They both know hunger and despair like few can. They've do things that would abhor the more delicate flowers like Elena Gilbert who smiles sweetly at Stefan Salvatore like he is the sun. And he is Caroline's sun too in a way but she's more of a guttersnipe than a flower. She grows up in the filth of the Parisian streets and she knows very little of what it is to be gentle and sweet. Surely, the sun knows not of little weeds in the dark.
"Caroline," He says her name with familiarity.
And he does know her in a way, when she is a sniffling girl trying to understand why the world can be so cruel and he sneers at her and tells her to stop crying. Or when her belly aches so badly she can hardly see straight and he offers her a coin for a night. Even when she cries all night after, he says nothing. And he gives her another coin, for good luck.
She thinks he can see it in her, the last vestiges of hope fading away. A bright possibility of being loved by someone as magnificent as Stefan washed away in the rain. And all that's left of her is her ever aching belly. She shudders and pretends it's only because of the cold.
"Go home, Caroline," He tells her lastly, tipping his hat to her like a mockery of a goodbye.
She watches him go and finds someplace else to be. Maybe she'll join a revolution, die at a barricade. Or maybe she'll just fade away. She doesn't mind either way.
