A/N- Here's one of my tumblr drabbles that absolutely no-one had any issues with whatsoever. Enjoy!
12:01pm
Klaus Mikaelson frowned as he contemplated the bouquet of roses on his doorstep.
The yellow roses that he'd ordered from Richmond and were supposed to have been delivered to a certain young vampire whose hair was the exact same shade as these expensive petals.
He spies a piece of paper between the neatly trimmed and beribboned stems, which is odd because he hadn't bothered with a card.
Who else sent bouquets of flowers in Mystic Falls?
The paper is ordinary and the pen that had scrawled blue ink across it was the typical product of its day.
The word was casual, simple and offered no apologies and little explanation.
"Nope."
Despite himself, Klaus smirks, in the entirety of the world, who else but she would have the courage to so boldly refuse his gift and the knowledge that she could do so safely?
Perhaps a more personal gift would win her esteem?
He recalls the first time they truly connected, except he doubts that she would appreciate the reminder that he had ordered her boyfriend to bite her.
Paris. Rome. Tokyo.
She mightn't appreciate one of his older works but perhaps a small painting of that moment?
It wouldn't hurt to try and wouldn't even take that long.
He'd have it finished by the end of the afternoon.
3:02 pm
Caroline screamed as the vervein soaked bullet tore through her shoulder, leaving a poisonous trail that burnt through her bloodstream.
"I'm sorry," she choked through the pain, "I had to save my friend."
"My wife!" her captor screamed, "She was my wife, she was everything to me and you killed her and you don't even know her fucking name!"
And he was right to hate her for that.
Caroline didn't know her name. She didn't know the name of any of the witches she had killed that night with that one dagger.
She hadn't even seen their faces, not properly. Klaus hadn't let her, ordering her to stand at a distance as he turned them face down before digging the grave.
He'd reasoned that seeing their faces would just haunt her, and she had been shaken enough to agree with him.
So, she had done her best to move on with her life, and occasionally, had allowed herself to forget that she had killed twelve people in one night.
In one moment.
Her eyes flicker to the runes carved onto the floor of the cave. They had been there when she had woken up just hours ago, along with herbs and a box of used matches.
She doesn't know anything about spells but she figures that she can't have been unconscious long enough for the man to have cast the spell after kidnapping her just that morning.
He had been planning this. Maybe since he'd learnt her name.
And he had been taunting her with this ever since she'd first spotted the marks. Checking his watch and promising that he would tell her 'later'
'Later' is another thirty minutes of pain, with her hair sticking to the sweat of her forehead, tears running down her cheeks and mingling with the spit on her chin, the blood staining her white dress.
"This spell," he gestures down, "Is bad magic, took me months to track it down and even longer to find the ingredients, I had to rob a grave and grind up a bone to make this work but I finally did it."
He leans down, pressing his face close to hers, "My wife's name was Susan, and you just carried on with your life as if nothing had happened…you say you did this for your friend and I bet your friend was grateful but your punishment? That same friend, all your friends and anyone who has ever loved you, anyone who has ever met you is going to forget you. Your punishment is that soon you never will have happened. If my wife doesn't get to exist, then you will never have existed."
Horror turns her poisoned blood cold and Caroline shakes her head, trembling,
"You can't," she murmurs in disbelief, "You can't just wipe me from existence, I have a birth certificate, photos, a facebook page…"
He snorts and his snot lands on the skirt of her dress, "Like I said, it was really bad magic but it'll work, it's already begun. You don't believe me?"
He takes out his knife and cuts at the ropes binding her to the chair, releasing her,
"Go see for yourself."
3:40pm
Caroline leaves him in the tomb, scrambling up the steps to the fresh air and sunlight, she looks around for a moment in disorientation and blind panic before setting her course.
Whatever spell he'd done, she would definitely need a witch to undo it.
Bonnie's house is a twenty-minute walk but she makes the run in ten, racing up her lawn and nearly jumping the porch in her hurry, she tries the front door and when she finds it locked for apparently the first time ever, she bangs on it repeatedly until it finally opens, although with the chain still in place and she sees her friend's face.
"Bonnie, thank God!" she gasps, "I need your help."
Bonnie blinks and frowns, "I'm sorry," she says, "Who are you?"
No.
"Bonnie it's me," Caroline nearly sobs, "We've known each other our whole lives, Caroline Forbes?"
She shakes her head, suspicion clouding her eyes, "Um…I've never seen you before in my life."
"Seriously?!" Caroline runs a hand through her matted hair, "Please, just let me in and I can explain."
She tries to push past her but is knocked back by the invisible barrier, the barrier that hadn't been in place since the first week after she died.
"Bonnie?" Elena's voice calls from the living room, "Everything okay?"
"Elena?" Caroline shouts into the house, "Elena, do you know me?"
A patter of feet and the girl she had seen almost every day since they were five appears at Bonnie's shoulder, her eyes widening in shock when she takes in her bloodstained and wrecked appearance,
"Should I call the police?" she asks Bonnie who shakes her head,
"It's okay," she mutters, "I've got this."
A gust of wind and Caroline is blown backwards across the yard, hitting the letterbox and gasping as the air is knocked from her lungs, "Stay away vampire."
4:10pm
As she runs through the town, Caroline is feeling faint.
Not faint as in she's going to pass out but faint as in she can't remember how to move as a vampire.
She can't even drop her fangs, or flash without getting super dizzy.
She has to run as a regular human and that takes time.
Time which she isn't sure she has.
If Bonnie and Elena don't remember her, who can she go to?
Matt is a human and she doesn't have the time to get to Tyler's place.
She staggers into the police station and walks straight past the reception, as she had done since she was ten years old and her mom had become the sheriff, but this time, she isn't waved on through.
"Excuse me!"
Martin Davies was only two years older than her and had asked her out a few times before joining the police force when her mom became his boss.
Now, he grabs her arm and pulls her back, "Listen lady," he tells her sharply, "You can't just barge in here, you need to…"
He sees the blood on her dress, "Do you need help?"
Yes.
But she won't get it from him.
"Where's my…?" she begins before stopping and realizing her mistake, she was about to ask for her mom but he would think she was crazy.
"Where's Sheriff Forbes?" she demands and he relaxes, back on familiar territory,
"She's in Richmond at a seminar." He tells her, "Out of reach. Deputy Michaels in charge today."
"It's an emergency!" Caroline presses, desperation making her shake, "Please, I have to speak to her!"
Davies is beginning to eye her like she's crazy and she sees him gesture to a passing cop for backup.
And Caroline knows procedure, he's going to stick her in the waiting cell until he can determine that she's not a threat.
It'll be too late by then.
With a burst of strength, she breaks his hold on her and pushes him into the other cop, knocking them both to the floor as she makes a run for it.
4:20pm
The sunlight is piercing through her skull as she races from the station.
She crosses the road without looking and there's a screech of tires and the scent of burning rubber as a horn blares,
"Watch it! This car is worth more than your life." A familiar voice shouts.
Damon.
She looks over the hood of the blue Camaro and sees his face,
"Do you know who I am?" she tries, desperately but his face is only full of scorn,
"No." he answers, "And I don't give a fuck."
4:30pm
Standing on the suburban street, Caroline Forbes holds her hand up in front of her face and even though her eyes are beginning to lose their sight, she swears she can see straight through the skin to the pavement at her feet.
Even her phone had stopped working, the number no longer connected and when she'd tried to get on her facebook page, the results had only shown a Caroline Forbes in New Orleans, Louisiana.
None in Mystic Falls, Virginia.
She's being erased from existence.
Worse than being unloved, worse than not being chosen first and not being the one, she won't even be remembered.
But there had to be somebody…
Klaus.
He was the strongest creature in the world, and he loved her and he'd drawn pictures of her, so he'd have to remember her, right?
She sets off at a run but in a quarter-mile is too weak and slows to a jog, she would be crying from terror and frustration but there is no moisture in her eyes and no feeling in her extremities.
By the time she sees his house, her legs feel like jelly and by the time she makes it up his driveway, they feel like nothing at all.
She drops to her hands and knees, crawling through the front door and up the hallway.
By this time, her stomach feels empty and then it's her lungs, her breath rasping as she struggles to get oxygen into her body. She opens her mouth but can only croak.
She's out of time.
She's afraid to close her eyes but looks down to gather the last of her strength and manages one last scream.
"Klaus!"
5:01 pm
Klaus Mikaelson pauses as his paintbrush hovers a hairsbreadth from the canvas, he turns his head, thinking he had heard his name but as he waits silently, he can't pick up a heartbeat or any sign of life in the house.
He must have been imagining things.
Shaking his head at his own foolishness, he resumes painting.
5:10 pm
"Out!"
Bonnie points at her front door and Damon widens his eyes, "Make me."
She glares playfully jumping in surprise as Elena throws a piece of popcorn from the massive bowl in her arms, "You two are disgusting," she mumbles around a full-mouth as she wanders back to the living room. Damon rolls his eyes and flashes forward, stealing a kiss from his girlfriend,
"Seriously though, you seemed worried when you texted me earlier and you can't say, 'Damon, come over now!' and not have be naked otherwise I'm going to think something's wrong"
Bonnie shrugged, "Honestly, I can't even remember why I messaged you," she sighed and ran a hand through her hair,
"But everything seems fine and Elena and I are having a girl's day, so, you have to go."
He rolled his eyes, slowly making tracks to the door, "Fine, then I'm going to go to a bar with Elena's boyfriend."
She snorted, "You mean Stefan Salvatore? Your brother?"
Damon made a disgusted face, "Only by blood."
She laughed and closed the door, making sure the deadbolt was in place before heading to the living room where Elena was spread out on the couch with the remote in hand,
"Do you remember why I called Damon earlier?" she asked but her friend only shook her head,
"Nope, but it can't have been important."
Bonnie flopped down beside her, "Yeah, guess not."
6:14pm
Sheriff Forbes sighed despondently as she walked through her front door, slowly taking off her gun and stowing it in the hallway stand before turning on the light.
She trudged into the kitchen and took a microwave dinner out of the fridge, her body aching with exhaustion and she can barely bother to heat up the meal.
Eating over the sink, she ends up throwing half the food away before kicking off her boots and making her way to the living room.
As she walks past empty room, she reminds herself that one of these days she really has to do something with it one of these days.
Except that she doesn't sew, doesn't need a home office and gets enough exercise at work to make a gym unnecessary.
She and Bill had bought this house intending to have kids but that had never happened, so the room had just been left there, unpainted, unfurnished and now was just a glorified dust collector.
It was a shame really.
Such a waste.
6:59pm
Stefan Salvatore meandered into the Mikaelson mansion with the cooler in his left hand.
The Original vampires would never go out of their way to pick up blood from the blood bank and therefore, when they were hungry they sought out live humans.
Unfortunately, the Grill had put vervein in their coffee again and considering how poorly the Mikaelson's would take having their food supply cut off, Stefan had drawn the short straw in providing them with blood bags in the hope they wouldn't realize.
"Ah, hello Ripper."
He manages a smile as Klaus strides into the hall with an easel in one hand, placing it down in the center, "Leave the door open, would you? I want some fresh air to help this dry."
Obediently, Stefan comes forward to admire the artwork, running his eyes over it.
It was a self-portrait, Klaus in a tuxedo, standing in a wood-paneled room looking up at a Renaissance painting. He was standing to the left of the painting, leaving the rest of the space empty.
"You look a little lonely, don't you think?" Stefan decides, straightening up and Klaus frowns,
"You think I should have added an audience?" Klaus challenges, but without any heat to his words so Stefan tilts his head in contemplation,
"Or at least one other person."
He smirks, "Yeah, you're probably right, but I couldn't think of anyone to add."
A/N- Thanks for reading!