Originally Published: June 2nd, 2014

Villager II

This is part two of the Villagers drabble as requested by craccolaqueen, klarolineforevermine, and seriouslymilady. There could be a part three of this drabble, but only if there is interest. Thank you all, writing becomes easier and easier as your kind words alleviate the grief from my heart. Thank you all and I hope you find joy in this continuation of Villagers

"Have you ever felt so happy that you could die?" The blonde asked as they walked through their favorite meadow, watching the birds fly overhead.

"With you?" Klaus asked taking her into his arms, "Absolutely."

As he peppered kisses on Caroline's neck she giggled and tried to squirm free, "Mr. Mikaelson!" she squealed, "I hardly think this is appropriate."

"I suppose not" Klaus sighed, stealing one last kiss before releasing her.

The past month since their official meeting had been filled with nothing but bliss. Their future seemed completely secure–even if Klaus did not want to bring Caroline into his world as his wife knowing that it would mean she had to deal with Mikael.

Something was brewing, Klaus could feel it. Ester was barely sleeping, she was worse now than she was when Henrik died. Mikael always had a dodgy look in his eye, and he was oddly protective of his children–even Klaus–as of late.

"What is it?" Caroline asked noticing her companions sudden tense demeanor.

"Nothing, just" Klaus paused searching for the words, "do you ever get the feeling as if everything is about to change?"

"Change isn't always bad" Caroline said, her optimistic side bubbling to the surface.

"I just don't want to lose what I have." Taking her face in his hand, Klaus made sure his mate was looking at him, "you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, Caroline and I will be damned if I lose you."

Caroline leaned into his touch, "I feel the same."

Klaus brushed his lips against her and then sighed as he looked up to the retreating sun.

"I have to go, I shall see you soon." Klaus promised squeezing Caroline's hands in his before running off.

At home Klaus's siblings had noticed a change in him. Ester and Mikael may have been in their own little world, but the rest of the Mikaelsons had nothing better to do than invade their brother's privacy.

"Someone particularly intriguing warming your bed, Nik?" Kol asked, a little too loudly. He had yet to grow out of the immature phase of a twelve year old boy, and at this point it seemed like he never would.

When Klaus ignored him, Rebekah added, "whoever it is, I don't like her. She's taking away from my time with you." Jealousy was one of the strongest aspects of the only female Mikaelson.

"I think it's wonderful that Niklaus has found someone to share his heart with." Finn said, with a dreamy look on his face–always a believer in true love.

"I don't think it is any of our business." Elijah, the image of morality, said as he walked through the room.

Klaus smirked to himself. Caroline was, for now, his secret to keep, but it still warmed the werewolf's heart to think of his siblings bickering. A large part of him knew that nothing would ever change between the five remaining Mikaelson.

Esther came in carrying a strange assortment of drinks and foods, saying "drink up, my children, tonight will be a night to remember."

How right she was.

—-

Klaus awoke to a dull, but persistent, thirst. The strain on his body was trying to lull him to sleep, but he felt the need to check on Rebekah. What had transpired in the past few hours should have left them in their graves, yet here he was.

The two Mikaelsons sat confused and when Mikael entered they drank what he gave them. None of it making sense until Ester sat them down to explain what she'd done.

Vampires. Immortality. An eternity with Caroline. It was all Klaus could think about.

He waited until morning to tell his mate the news. Running with all of his new found speed, he found her out in the meadows picking flowers.

"Caroline" he called swooping her into his arms and spinning her around, enjoying the musical sound of her laughter.

"Hi." she choked out when he finally put her down.

Klaus kissed her on the cheek and then began to explain what had happened the night before.

Caroline hummed in response. She was still unsure of the world she'd been brought into–one of werewolves and witches–but she was willing to muddle her way through for Klaus.

As Klaus went on to explain the implications of the spell–how he was practically immortal, Caroline felt her heart sink.

"We can spend forever together." Klaus said, sounding like the happiest man alive.

"Klaus–" she began.

"We could see the world, and never have to worry about growing old."

Caroline could see that Klaus had this all mapped out in his head, but there was one problem.

"I don't want to live forever." If it hadn't been for Klaus's new and improved hearing he never would have heard her confession.

"Caroline, I can't go on without you."

"I know, but it's not natural–it's not the way things are supposed to be. I want to grow old and have a family. I want to make you happy, but can't. I'm sorry."

"It's alright love." Klaus said taking her into his arms hating to see her upset over anything, "You do have plenty time to change your mind."

"I won't" she whispered thinking of her father's lessons on life and humanity. She couldn't become immortal, she may want to be with Klaus, but every moment of that existence would be going against everything her father had ever taught her. She would become a disgrace to her father's memory.

"Then I will do the best I can to ensure your happiness, because I love you."

Caroline froze. Love. It was the one thing she never thought she would have. But, here Klaus was, a suddenly all powerful immortal, trusting her, respecting her, and now loving her.

"I love you too" She said jumping up to crash her lips onto his.

It was in their meadow that Klaus claimed her for the first, second, and third time that morning.

It was easy at first to pretend as though nothing had changed. Klaus tried at least once a day to convince Caroline that she should join him–he had hope that she would let him turn her willingly eventually and that was enough for him to pretend that he was okay with her decision.

When the first full moon of Klaus's vampirism dawned, the truth came out. Mikael was enlightened on the true paternity of Niklaus, and Ester would cast yet another life changing spell.

With his werewolf side repressed Klaus felt empty, like a part of him had not only died, but had been ripped away leaving nothing but a dull ache. He needed Caroline now more than ever and the thought that she didn't want to spend an eternity with him was eating away at his insides.

Without his wolf side, Klaus felt bare and paranoid. The world was out to get him and if he didn't find a safe place soon he would die in flames.

That was why he had to do it. Not just because he loved her, but because he needed her.

She had pleaded for him not to. She said he would regret it. Did she not know that it was better to ask forgiveness than to seek permission? Losing her would be the only thing he could ever regret.

Little did he know that the second he broke her neck and turned him into a monster like himself that's exactly what happened. Klaus lost Caroline the second her heart stopped beating.