Hello, thank you for reading this! I have been an avid reader of klaroline fanfiction and finally decided to write my own. This story is going to take place over a thousand years till present TVD aka 2009. The beginning takes place when the Mikaelsons were human. It will progress from there. Please be nice!
Disclaimer I do not own the rights to these characters.
Faster. Faster. Caroline ran the cold air stinging her lungs as she took shallow breaths. She was unaware of what she was running from but knew in her gut that if she stopped her life would be forfeited. The woods were cold the first snow just fallen. She was in nothing but her night shift. The fabric sticking to her body as a second skin. She knew she was dreaming but panic overcame reason. Just when she was about to be attacked by whatever her advisory was, she woke up in a cold sweat.
For six months this nightmare has plagued her dreams. This time she was lucky that her roommates had not been awoken by her screams. She looked over at her friend, Ellen, she was still asleep peacefully on her bedroll. Ellen never had to worry about night terrors waking her. Come to think of its Caroline finds it hard to believe that anything upsets Ellen. Looking out their tiny Window Caroline saw the sun creep up and thought it was better to start her day now then in an hour like the rest of the staff.
Getting dressed was a challenge with no one to tighten the laces of her gown. So, Caroline decided on a front lace up blue gown. Nothing special but it would do in a pinch. Her appearance was important to the estate. She was recently released from the kitchen to be a house Maid. It was only because the house was understaffed. The owners were returning home after five years. Caroline just managed to get her hair in a bun when the kitchen bell rang. She smiled to herself because there is no reason the bell would be ringing if not to summon her presence. She sprinted to the kitchen busting through the double doors to see her best friend Ayna Bennett making breakfast. The smell of biscuits filled her nostrils.
"No touching" Ayna snapped at Caroline just as she was about to snag a croissant from a basket. She rolled her eyes. Caroline swears Ayna has eyes in the back of her head.
"Why not? It is not like anyone else is going to eat them the tenants are not due till tomorrow." Caroline said ignoring Ayna's warning and stuffed her face with the pastry. Ayna looked around at her friend eyeing her.
"You did not receive word. They are coming today. Should be here within the hour. Matthew and Tatiana went to all the rooms this morning with the news." Caroline was in a panic. She was not ready for their presence.
"They must have come when I was in the bathing room. Are you positive they are coming today? I am not ready my uniform is not pressed I had a day to prepare" Caroline was rambling, and she knew it. Ayna guided her to a chair and instructed her to breath in and out.
"Caroline calm down it will be fine, and it is not your job to fix the house that is for mistress Tatiana to work out. "Okay" Ayna made Caroline looks at her. "Say okay!"
"Okay Ayna. OKAY!" Caroline's thoughts were still running in her head and Ayna knew it.
"Caroline does this have anything to do with ..." Ayna stopped. She knew not to say his name, but she had to know her friend would be okay in the time to come. "Does this have to do with him, I mean seeing him again that is?" Caroline looked at her friend all thoughts of polishing silver and washing linens flew out of her head and all she saw was him. His back to be exact as he walked away from her.
"No Ayna I have not given him a thought. And besides, we do not even know if he is accompanying the family. So, I am going to continue not thinking about him for the rest of my days." There was a fire in Caroline's eyes that Ayna only seen once. six months ago, the day everything changed.
After leaving Ayna in the kitchen Caroline made her way to her room. If the Mikelsons where on their way she was going to look her best. All she knew was that she would be tending to the children from her knowledge there were seven Fin, Elijah, Niklaus, Kol, Rebecca, and Henrick. Making it to her room she stopped dead at the mess that greeted her. Dresses and ribbons were scattered across the room covering every surface and in the middle was mistress Tatia.
"What in the heavens do you think you are doing Tatia Patrova!" Caroline shouted. Her boss and friend wiped towards her. Everyone was amazed that Caroline could tell the difference between Tatia and Ellen. Being identical twins, it was a challenge for most, but all Caroline had to do was feel their presence and she knew who she was dealing with. Tatia glared at Caroline.
"Ellen took my greeting dress and I am getting it back. Only problem is I have no idea where she put it." Tat explained as she dug further into Caroline's wardrobe.
"Well I know it is not in my closet now get out I have to get ready and from the looks of it so do you." Tatia was still in her night shift and her curls were piled on her head. She dropped all the dresses in her grasp and fell on the bed in defeat.
"They were not due till tomorrow" she wailed "I am not prepared." No one was prepared when it came to the Mikaelsons Caroline thought. She was only fifteen when they were home last and from what she remembered they were not very nice.
"Come on Taita we can help each other. Everything will work out how it is meant to be. One hour later Caroline Forbes and Tatia Patrova were presentable. Tatia donned a cherry modest dress with her hair in a low bun. While Caroline picked a light-yellow gown with her hair in soft pinned curls. Just as she placed the last pin there was a knock at the door. The Mikaelsons were home.
Nicklaus Mikaelson did not want to be here. Home. There were too many memories. Too much pain. And there was her. Five years. For five years he had not heard her laugh seen her smile. He tried to forget and for a time he had but it was time to wake up now. He was standing on the north east hill looking down upon his family estate. It looked the same, dark and cold. He was the first to arrive. It was Kols' idea to race home much to their mothers' dismay. But Klaus could not refuse a competition. And besides he was aching for a distraction. If he had to keep pace with his family carriage he would burst through his skin. But that lead him here alone and he was not good alone. Just as he was about to make his way down his brother Elijah broke through the trees.
"Nicklaus! You must wait for mother we are to arrive as a family. "Klaus gave a bitter laugh in response. Family they were no family simply people who share blood and fought.
"Dear brother when are we going to give up with the illusions?" Elijah just glared at Klaus.
"It is strange to be back "was all he added ignoring Klaus comment.
"Yes, it is indeed." It did not take long before the rest of their party arrived.
The house was just as he remembered. It was nothing grand and decorative as the houses in the old world, but it was large. Klaus forgot the sheer amount of space that made up the new world. Their house was the only structure in sight. It was wood and nails built by his father Mikael and his two eldest siblings Raven and Mikael the second. It was their death that drove them away five years ago. And they would gladly stay away if there mother Ester had not been urged by the spirits to return. Ester was a practitioner of the magical arts. She could pull from the earth's power and heal the sick. But she can also converse with her ancestors and for some reason unknown to Nicklaus they wanted them back at this bloody property. A place wild with temptation.
When they made it two the door Mikael helped Ester and Rebecca out of the wagon and ordered the boys to tie the horses. After one booming knock the door swung open to reveal her. She was just as he remembered. Her olive skin, bright brown eyes, and her rich dark hair was tied in a bun. Klaus just stared as Tatia Patrova opened the door and welcomed the Mikaelsons home.