So sorry it took me so long to update! I lost motivation and then school started again. But I am back and going to be more consistence (at least try to!)
Caroline
Caroline woke up to a tender hand, shaking her shoulders. Struggling to open her eyes, she groaned, wanting to go back to her slumber. She felt exhausted. Her whole body ached. Even the gentle dim of candlelight made her eyes burn. "Go away," she growled. The hand on her shoulder only persisted. Caroline suddenly became aware that someone was touching her. She jerked away for the stranger. The figure laughed; it was warm, familiar, and feminine. Ellen Petrova stood above her friend, giggling.
"Calm down. I was just trying to wake you. Who did you think it was?" The moment the words left Ellen's mouth; she realized her mistake. "Oh, you thought it was Tyler. I am sorry, Care I though the nightmares passed." At the sound of his name, Caroline began to remember the events of dinner. She was caring in the drink tray when she heard that voice. "He is a real heartbreaker." looking back, it was not Sarah's words that set Caroline spiraling. It was Tyler's eyes, and they looked the same as they had that night.
She felt the magic in her blood boil, wanting to burn the place down. Caroline was never good at hiding her emotions. But as soon as the feeling came, she consumed the flames herself. Taking on that much energy should have killed her. She then remembered the arms around her body. They were strong and warm. They just felt right. Caroline ran her hands along her arms, remembering the burning comfort of his touch. Did he bring her to bed? was Niklaus Michaelson in her room. A blush crept on her cheeks.
"What are you thinking about Care? Please do not tell me you miss him?" her friends looked worried.
"No," Caroline said solidly. "I do not miss him." She believed herself. Caroline Forbes is not an angry person. But she does feel regret. Regret that she trusted Tyler. Shame that she loved him. But it was not Tyler's touch she missed and craved now. "What time is it?" she asked, getting up from the bed, determined to distract herself. Klaus was off-limits to her; she was a servant in his house; it would be completely inappropriate. Also, he was in love with Taita. Caroline would set her feelings aside; there was no point dwelling on a man she could never have.
"It is just before sunrise. Anya sent me to fetch you for breakfast; she also made a tea." Ellen handed her a cup with a familiar herbal tea. She was used to this drink it tasted awful but helped her to regain her strength. Caroline took the tea early her whole body felt on fire. "Let's get today over with."
When Caroline entered the kitchen, Ayana had a spread of bread and porridge. It was not the most elegant table, but it will do. Caroline dug into her bowl, making sure to gather her energy.
The day continued as any other. Caroline has completed all of her assigned tasks for the day. We'll all but one. She could not bring herself to walk up the stairs to Klaus rooms. Her old room. The one place in this dreadful house where she felt at home had now become a horrible place. She overheard Mathew talking to the house hand that the men were going hunting so there was no worry for her to be in his chambers. After all it was her job. But after last night it just felt wrong. "Is it locked?" Caroline jumped. She turned around to find Rebecca standing behind her, looking between her and the door.
"Pardon me?" really, Caroline? That's all you could say. But the female Michaelson had caught her off guard.
"I asked if Nik's door was locked. You been standing here with your hand on the knob for some time?" Rebecca seamed innocent in her question, but Caroline could sense a deeper meaning to Rebecca's question. Such as if it's not locked, why will you not go in Caroline. Composing herself, Caroline transferred some magic to the knob locking the door. She then proceeded to make a show trying to open the door to no avail.
"Here, let me try." Rebecca gripped the knob, and Caroline was relieved that her spell held on, and the door would not open. Rebecca looked at the door confused. "I did not even know this door locked." both girls looked at each other and then proceeded to burst into a fit of laughter. "This is probably for the best Nik's room is likely a mess. Come,
Mother is going to teach me to bake." Caroline allowed the girl to drag her away. Leaving the door and Klaus behind her, at least she wished.
Klaus
Klaus usually enjoyed hunting, although this trip comprised of three things he dreaded, which consisted of Elijah being perfect, Kol being annoying, and Michael existing. Today would have been perfect if he was alone. The woods are beautiful. The leaves just turning colors of gold, red and green. Oh, how he wished to paint this scene. His art was his Oasis.
He controlled the canvas the colors of the image. At least he did. Ever since he came back to this dreadful town, he has been unable to draw anything but her. Miss. Caroline Forbes, she haunted his dreams and invaded his thoughts. What was it about this witch that made him lose all sanity? She is a servant in his household. She lived here when he was a boy. He never noticed her in those early years. He only had eyes for Taita. But now he has seen the sun he cannot look away even if it burns his eyes.
"Move it, boy!" Klaus was so caught in his thoughts that he missed the butt of Mikael's sword connect with his head. The impact caused him to fall to the ground, warm liquid dripping from his head. The act made Klaus furious, but he kept it inside.
"Yes, father, I apologies father," he got up, ignoring Elijah's outstretched hand.
"You are no good, boy. Go home! NOW" Klaus was well acquainted with that voice. Without saying a word, he started sprinting home.
It took five miles, but Klaus managed to make it back to the house. He took the back entrance through the stables hoping no one saw him. But when Klaus entered the house, he was greeted by a scream. Klaus ran to the source of the sound, and he was not expecting the sight that greeted him. In the kitchen, there was Anya, Rebecca, and Caroline. All were covered in flower and giggling. It was the happiest Klaus has ever seen, Rebecca. But the happiness did not last when Caroline spotted him in the doorway. Her face went pale. He was covered in blood that was dripping from the gash on his head. "What happened to you?"
Caroline
He looked like death. He felt like death. She was in the kitchen trying to help make the bread when Rebecca thought it would be amusing to throw flower at her. Of course, Caroline had to retaliate, letting out a battle cry before lifting a handful at Rebecca. They were in the mist if their baking war when the scent of blood filled her nostrils. That was when she saw Klaus. "What happens to you?" The words came out in small breaths. Her eyes examining every inch of his person calculating the injuries.
"Do not worry, love. I am all right" his voice was curt like a wall of stone. But one slight touch and it would crumble to the ground. It broke her heart to see him this way almost as broken as she felt inside. No! Stop it! Caroline snaps out of it. He is your charge, and that is all!
Her thoughts often plagued her mind. She never had a peaceful moment where her insecurities did not whisper terrible things into her head. But rarely were they sane. Over the years, she has trained herself to resist the cruel words, but no longer could she fight. She forced her gaze to fall from his eyes, returning to her work. Her demeanor turned cold; everyone could feel it around her. It was as if the light went out, and the world went dark.
This is what happens to Caroline when she suppressed her joy. People say she has a light to her, a purity. They say it concerning her personality, but little do they know that her gifts brighten her aura. Caroline likes to think of her power as light itself, and if she did not have it, she would be just a regular dull girl, and no one would notice her existence.
"Ayna," she said, allowing the cold to drip into her voice. "Will you please bandage Niklaus's head" Her friend nodded to her and escorted Klaus to her infirmly. Caroline could feel him trying to meet her eyes, but she remained fixated on the bowl.
Caroline has successfully avoided Nicklaus Mikealson for a week. She would time her day, so their paths did not cross. It was better, it was easier. She spent her days with the youngest Mikealson, Henrick.
The little ten-year-old boy was a bigger chatterbox than she was. He made her smile with his childhood antics and stories about his short life. Whenever Caroline was around him, she felt the power of his soul. It was so strong and focused for someone so young.
He could hold a conversation with anyone, but Caroline enjoyed to just hearing him talk. He told stories of the old world. Caroline has never been to such places. She could not imagine tall buildings made of stone. Villages that cover the land from sea to sea. That so many people have no knowledge that her land exists. A guilty part of her hopes it stays that way. Her own slice of heaven.
"and there are soooooo many people. It smells so bad; I did not even know that people did not have to smell like that." Henrick was going off on another one of his tails. He took a deep breath to emulate his gratefulness for fresh air.
"So, you are happy to be back? I know you most likely do not remember your life here." Caroline loved to ask the young boy questions. For so long, she was the youngest. She missed hearing the world of the youth when reality had yet to settle in.
"I miss my friends, but I have made new ones." Henrick sent her a goofy grin. "I know magic exists everywhere mother tells me this, but I feel it here, I feel at home." The wise words from such a young child still knocked Caroline off her senses sometimes. She understood exactly what he was saying. Although she has not been far, she could feel the power in this area.
"I holy agree with you. Now would you like to join me to collect firewood?" The youngest mikealson looked up at her with glee.
"You want MY help!" Caroline chuckled at his joy.
"There is no one I would rather be with" she gives the boy a sideways embrace ruffling is a hair.
"Now come along. We need to be back before dark."
The woods are beautiful during this time the year. The leaves have fallen, leaving the trees bare. It was still tolerable to be outside, but a subtle nip in the wind would make your hair stand on end. Many disliked the cold, for it provided no crops and meant the end of the hunt but not Caroline. She welcomed the change. She marveled at the beauty of nature with Henrik at her side. Although they just entered the forest, Henrick already snatched up over a dozen of twigs into his arms. Taking her eyes off the view, she turned to the boy and giggled.
"Henrick, you cannot just choose any twig." Seeing that the boy did not understand, she knelt down to his level. "here, let me show you what I mean." She gently picked one the sticks and held it out onto her palms. "if you look, you can see that this is damp from the rain, correct?" Henrick nodded. "I'm going to show you a trick, but it's a secret. You have to promise not to tell." The youngest Mikealson was now eagerly nodding his head anticipation, nipping at his heels. Caroline smiled at the boy; she had no idea what the Mikealson men brought out of her. But she trusted him. Taking the twig in her hand, Caroline began to hum.
It was never necessary for her to make any noise, but she felt like the sound connected her to the magic and calmed her. When she was little, her mother told her that all things in the world carry its own vibration, and if you are entuned with yourself and nature, you can tap into that vibration and witch or not you can harness that power. The pitch Caroline healed the vibration of the water. In her head, she simply repeated the words, separate, separate, separate.
Henrick watched in aww as small water droplets floated into the air forming a bubble in the air. The feeling was exhilarating. Caroline felt like she was floating, so she continued her pitch and allowed her eyes to clothes reveling in the power. "Caroline, look!" she snapped her eyes opened to a beautiful sight. The twig in her hand was now dry, but she was now draining the water from all the branches. The forest was in a state of floating rain, reflecting the light of the full moon.