AN:Prompted by wonderful Sophia Chase, she requested a klaroline drabble based on "Never tear us apart" by INXS (such a Klaroline song, this one).
I've never written a "song drabble" before and it ended up being...weird, I guess. I hope you still like it ;)
As far from canon as possible, aka no magical babies but I did use some bits of canon.
"Two worlds collided
and they could never tear us apart"
Some memories, it seems, remain so engraved into the depths of one's mind, there is no getting rid of them. No going back.
The raspy whisper against her skin.
Leaves and branches scrunching up her back as he thrusts into her, strong, frantic.
Relentless.
Their eyes meet and she finds she can't gaze away.
She won't.
"Caroline." Caroline, his voice dances against her skin, accentuated melody, beautiful, loud, in harmony with their sweaty, tangled bodies.
"Klaus," she sings along, muscles clenched, nails in his back, his blood on her fangs.
Bliss, such a bliss.
Two forces of nature, moving together, towards one end.
Is this the end, though?
Klaus. A whisper.
Caroline. A song.
In the end, she doesn't know why she calls him.
Maybe it's because she feels guilty? It can't be, though.
Yes, she shredded the picture he had drawn for her at the Bitter Ball. Which did nothing to eviscerate him from her memories, if Caroline were to be honest with herself.
Her fingers dance on the screen, both impatient and indecisive, then it only takes a split second for her body to catch up with what her heart craves for, with her mind set on burying it in the darkest corners of her being.
One signal. Two.
He answers.
"Caroline. To what do I owe the pleasure?" It's unexpected but he won't question it. Why would he, if she's there, willing to talk to him?
"I shredded it," she lets out, exasperated. "It's gone, Klaus."
But it's still burnt in my mind.
You're still burnt in my mind.
She would never admit that, though.
"Tell me what happened, now," he's commandeering, harsh, but yet, oh-so-worried.
"Your drawing, I destroyed it." It's not an apology. Still, why does she feel the need to tell him that? Why does she feel this burning pit in her stomach? Spreading in her veins. Guilt. Caroline knows the feeling so well, this time, however, she's surprised to find it.
It shouldn't be there.
There's a long charged silence stretching between them but from his long, drawn out breaths, she can tell Klaus is hurt by her admission, by this blunt attempt to erase him.
A sound of tongue sliding along his lips, those crimson, skillful lips that would bring her to the brink of insanity if she let them.
He inhales in. And out.
"It changes nothing," Klaus chuckles darkly. "Oh, Caroline…I will draw you a thousand more pictures. Shred them if you wish to. It doesn't make us any less inevitable," his tone is low and menacing, the aggravating promise echoing in his voice prods Caroline to end the call promptly.
It doesn't help.
His words are still blaring in her mind, ominous, tempting, dangerous.
"We could live for a thousand years
But if I hurt you, I'd make wine from your tears"
"Hello, Caroline."
It's Klaus that answers the phone and it knocks the wind out of her.
This voice, in its hoarse tones and ragged beauty, she hasn't heard it since their last conversation. Whatever existed between them, Caroline decided to bury it deep, not to contact him again, from this profound need to control the flame that would set ablaze everytime they were close. Everytime she thought of him, really.
So she tried not to.
But like memories, some truths cannot be hidden.
There is only one set of lips that chants Caroline like no one else's.
And they don't belong to Stefan.
Stefan!
"What did you do to Stefan?" Caroline demands, a little embarrassed she managed to forget all about him while lost her inner turmoil.
"Your boyfriend remains unharmed, love," Klaus chortles in response and if there are undertones of anger in his voice, he hides them well. That he knows, comes as no surprise.
She sighs in relief that Stefan is safe for now, even if he's busy dealing with yet another supernatural mess (courtesy of Damon, as always). Too busy, it seems, to keep his girlfriend updated.
In the end, good old and reliable, doesn't turn out to be quite what Caroline has anticipated.
It's a bizarre peculiar pain, this realization that something you craved so long ago, that was deemed the best choice for you, it isn't exactly…the right fit. Nevertheless, she might be too stubborn to let go just yet.
She's Caroline Forbes, damn it. She makes things work.
"Good. And let's keep it that way, shall we?" she teases but there is an underlying warning in her tone and Klaus gets it as he hums in assent.
They talk after that, for what seems like forever, catch up on their lives, almost like regular friends do.
Caroline feels secure, for the first time in so long, and she laughs, truly, sincerely laughs, the vibrant sounds a symphony in hybrid's ears.
She has stopped keeping her guard up during their conversation, finally found a steady ground she so craves and maybe that is why, as they say their goodbyes, Klaus decides to go for it and unbalance her once more, like only he can.
"I promised I would never hurt you, Caroline," he sounds so serious now, like a deadly creature that he is. "So he lives, for now, if that's what makes you happy. But don't sell yourself short, sweetheart, don't compromise yourself. You deserve the world, Caroline and he can't possibly give it to you. And once he fails you, there will be no mercy," Klaus is the one to disconnect the call this time.
And it's fortunate that he does, because for once in her life, Caroline has no words to retaliate with, no logic to stop the storm in her.
"Don't ask me
What you know is true"
She's always the one to call him.
Caroline suspects it's because of the promise he vowed to keep that day in the woods, the one she was determined enough to demand.
What does it say about her determination to forget him, these phone calls that have been increasing in occurrence as of late. But she keeps telling herself that it's no harm.
Just a bite.
A quick dip in the water.
Tasting but never really consuming.
"Klaus," the name burns low in her stomach, flame that cannot be contained.
"Caroline," as always, it rolls of his tongue in a sinful promise. "To what do I owe the pleasure this time? Another history essay? That Enzo bloke annoying you? If you want his head bitten off, I'm here to serve you, sweetheart," he muses.
"It's over," she slurs the words.
Calling Klaus when she's just a little too tipsy? Probably not a good idea.
A sentiment that has never stopped her from doing this before.
"What happened, love? Are you alright?" his voice loses all its teasing undertones, instantly on alert.
"I'm fineee, hold your horses, you Big Bad Hybrid," she grumbles on and he smirks, whatever has happened, his Caroline is still there. "My relationship, on the other hand, is not. And you're the first person I choose to confide in, which is hilarious, considering you're probably planning on throwing the parade as we speak," she continues to ramble.
"Still think so low of me, sweetheart? You know I'd never celebrate anything that caused you pain. Speaking of which, I assume Stefan is ready for all the torture that befalls him once I get a hold of him?"
"Don't you dare, Klaus! It wasn't…I…we didn't…" she can't seem to find the right words. "I've decided to leave Mystic Falls. On the other hand, Stefan decided to watch Elena's coffin for the next bajillion years like some guard dog, while Damon is off, probably wreaking havoc on innocent people. He didn't hurt me. He just…"
Didn't love me enough.
"I was kidding myself," she whispers instead.
"He's a bloody fool, love. Only a fool wouldn't see you for a treasure you are," he notes, as if it was an universal truth of a world.
And it's so easy to fall on that for a moment, to erase her self-doubt with his unyielding admiration. Still, she needs more.
"Did you mean it, Klaus? What you said to me after graduation…did you mean it?" she lowers her voice to a whisper, suddenly shy.
A low growl comes as a response and she can hear him take several deep breaths to call himself, her question somehow enraging him.
And Klaus is, in fact, enraged. Furious at the younger Salvatore for being so foolishly blind, that he has shaken Caroline's confidence so much, she needs to inquire about what should be a given.
"Never ask me that again, Caroline. Never. You know the answer," he responds solemnly before she ends the call.
With a smile on her face, Caroline starts to pack.
It's time to leave it all behind.
"I told you
That we could fly"
Next time Caroline calls him, she's at the airport.
"So, where do you think I should go next? Europe or South America? I've done most of the States and a change of scenery is in order," she muses cheerfully.
"And you deemed I'm the person to ask for travel tips? I'm flattered, Caroline," Klaus quips, her good mood infectious.
"Gee, I wonder why, Mr. Paris-Rome-Tokyo?"
"Touché. Anything particular you're in the mood for, love?" his tone is suggestive or so she thinks, because when is it not with him?
His hand gripping her hip.
Her legs locked around his waist, tree bark scratching her back.
Scents of their blood mixing in the air, his fangs buried in her thigh.
"Caroline?" he prods and he sounds as if he knows exactly what she's thinking about.
"Something peaceful. Drama-free. Exactly what I need right now," she croaks, happy he can't smell the arousal caused by the images of them together.
Klaus takes a moment to answer, deliberating whether to tease her some more but eventually, he answers, "Well, if you are in need of peace, love, why don't you try one of my favourite hide-outs? The Andes are as serene as they are vicious, but that is nothing that you can't handle."
His steady faith in her is astonishing, as always, although she should really get used to it by now.
"Maybe I'll meet a hummingbird of my own," Caroline jokes, still uncertain how to respond to such obvious statements of affection from him.
"The world is yours for the taking, Caroline. Don't be afraid to grab it."
"I'll talk to you soon, Klaus," she whispers.
"I…I was standing, You were there
Two worlds collided"
She's always the one to call. But this time, Klaus finds himself unable to resist. They haven't spoken for almost three months, the longest break they've had in years. With each passing day, he's feeling more on edge, fingers itchy to dial her number, so he could hear her vibrant voice again.
He thought they were getting close, he was so certain of it. How could she push that away and not look back? Klaus could feel his however long diminishing from a century to years and now?
Now, they're taking steps back and he cannot accept that. Not when he knows how it feels to have her so close to his grasp again.
Usually, he can busy himself with ruling the supernatural in NOLA, threats, blackmails, assassinations and all that jazz but today, the image of Caroline can't seem to leave him. The sound of her voice echoes in his head and he has never felt her so near, yet so distant at the same time.
So he calls.
"Klaus. Has something happened? You never call me," she sounds surprised but not angry, her heels clicking against the pavement and he imagines her strutting along the street in a busy city somewhere.
"I haven't heard from you in quite a while, love. I've…missed you," he admits sheepishly, deciding honesty is the best policy, especially with Caroline Forbes.
He can hear her stop in her track and smirks, almost seeing the small blush that is probably adorning her face by now.
"I've missed you too," she replies quietly, only to liven up the next second. "Your timing couldn't be better, actually. I've just landed back in the States. I was about to call, you know."
"To detail all your adventures before going on another one?" he teases, despite this burning longing he has to see her.
"Not quite. I'm done with my escapades for a moment," Klaus can hear as some door croaks when she opens it, followed by loud thump, probably of her suitcase hitting the floor. "But I do want to talk to you," she continues.
"Well, I'm all yours, sweetheart."
"Good," he instantly turns his head at the words and then the door to his bedroom opens. His breath hitches as he takes her all in, sunny, warm, smiling. Throwing her phone onto his bed, Caroline saunters over to him and captures his lips in a long, hungry kiss.
"Because I'm here," she adds while ripping off his shirt and then, for a very long time…
They don't talk at all.
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