Hey guys, I tried to update fast this time since I took so much time last time. I also just reread my last chapter and realized that I probably shouldn't have written it so late at night, it wasn't my finest writing. Sorry for that, I'll write this while I'm actually entirely awake. I hope you guys like it!
What To Do
She and Klaus were dancing. He was wearing a tuxedo, so Caroline looked down upon her own attire and realized she was wearing an amazing dress she had never seen before. It was a beautiful swirl of pinks and reds that blended together to create the most gorgeous dress Caroline had ever imagined. They swayed back and forth, then Klaus suddenly twirled her and her dress spun for a moment, making her feel like she could fly. Caroline settled back into their dance and was momentarily shocked by the smile on his face. She couldn't remember a time when she had genuinely seen him smile. It was awe-inspiring for she had never seen someone look that perfect in her entire existence.
"Do you just want to stare or am I allowed to kiss you?" Klaus asked while he raised an eyebrow.
She tried to act like she wasn't dying for that kiss, but really, who was she kidding? She quickly moved to meet him halfway-
Bam! Caroline woke up face-down on the floor next to her bed in a tangle of sheets. She shifted her fingers through her hair and stared up at the bed, not quite awake enough to realize she had fallen out of bed. Quickly an image of Klaus in his tux flashed through her mind and she hopped up and dashed to her closet to find a cute outfit before shecould go visit him. The she remembered what had happened the previous day and that he wouldn't want to see her and then belly flopped onto her bed.
"Just kill me all over again!" she cried into her pillow.
"C'mon, get on with it. I need to know what she's doing!" Klaus barked at his witch. She seemed to be taking her sweet time and it didn't exactly make Klaus feel reassured about Caroline's feelings for him. He had to be sure he hadn't scared her off. Looking back, he realized that he may have been too harsh or even rude.
What has happened to me? I'm even overlooking basic manners these days. Well, I guess killing people all the time might also be considered rude⦠He thought to himself as the witch scurried around the water basin, trying to scrounge up an image of Caroline.
Finally, she screeched, "I've got it! Come see!" and waved him toward her while jumping up and down.
He briskly walked over and stared down into the basin. "How does it work?" he asked, then trailed his fingers through the image of Caroline's hair.
"It is quite simple. If you wish to see her, simply stand before the fountain, and then begin to skip around it in a circle. It will also help if you sing some little jingle about her as you skip and the more enthusiasm, the better," she told him, trying to suppress her giggles. He sternly looked at her and replied, "That is bloody hilarious, my dear, but if you could be serious for a moment, it might save your life."
She visibly gulped and began to explain that he could see her whenever he wanted, all he had to do was say her name while standing next to the fountain and she would appear.
"Fantastic. You have no served your purpose. Get on your way now before I change my mind and decide to kill you instead," Klaus said and smirked as she ran away. It was silly that everyone still believed he would kill with no purpose. His reputation preceded him well, which made his work infinitely easier. He rarely had to get his hands bloody, but people still feared him without an inch of doubt.
Everything I do has a purpose, I'm not recklessly violent. I'm not a child who hasn't learned that actions have consequences. But it's best for people to fear me; it makes it almost too easy to get what I want.
He then got distracted by Caroline in the basin. She was lying face down on her bed, slamming her fists onto her bed, and screaming into her pillow.
Well, she seems upset. Or frustrated.
He smirked. This was great. Frustration was good. Crying would be bad. It hurt him a little inside to know that he was the reason she wasn't happy right now, but it's only fair that she feels some of the pain he felt by her constant rejection.
Caroline had no clue what to do. She needed to win his affections even though that was playing right into his hands. Granted, by ignoring the games she was probably giving them a healthier relationship, but it still took some mental persuading to convince her that this was the only way this could work.
Ideas were flying through her head, but nothing would inspire any reaction out of Klaus besides laughter. Not one thing was good enough for him. She kept thinking of all the things she'd done to win boys' affections in the past, which made her realize how little she actually cared for those boys. Of course, some of them were great and deserve someone totally awesome, but they just weren't right for what she needed in the long run. Caroline needed someone who challenged her and made her be her best self. Most of the time, boys would immediately forgive her for any wrongdoings if she just gave them a smile and twirled her hair. She never really cared what they thought because they were rarely interesting or worth her time. Matt and Tyler were different, naturally, but that's only because Elena had moved onto vampires and left the good boys for Caroline.
But gifts had never exactly been her strong suit. She always got people what she would want and was sometimes shocking to find they didn't absolutely adore it.
Then, an idea floated in, almost like seaweed in the ocean. She was pulling at strings and finally thought of something: she could give Klaus things similar to what he had given her. He would then understand what these gifts had meant to her and would see that she actually cared for him if he would just let her.
She would draw him a picture! She got an A in art last semester, it couldn't be impossible. She began to draw Klaus. Picturing him wasn't a problem for he was engraved forever on the insides of her eyelids. The drawing was what appeared to be the problem. The first try was equivalent to a stick figure with hands from a horror movie with a lake monster, which she promptly crumpled up and tossed into the trashcan. She made it on the first try; her hand-eye coordination improvement may have been the best perk to being a vampire. Caroline soun around in her chair and threw her arms into the air as she let out a "Whoop!" which Klaus chuckled at as he saw it from his magical water basin.
She then made another attempt which, though it was an improvement, was still absolutely miserable.
I guess he's even more talented than we thought, Caroline's subconscious said to her as she tried another drawing. You're not going to be able to draw as well as he did, you may as well move onto something else. Hell! Move on to another person; he's much too good for you.
"God, my subconscious is pretty evil," Caroline said to herself. "Well, at least I know why I can be such a bitch to people sometimes."
She continued drawing for quite some time, her drawings never being able to catch Klaus's perfection.
Then there was a knock on the door. Frustrated, Caroline yelled, "I'll be there in a minute!" and squashed the latest drawing into her top drawer.
Caroline saw through the glass that it was Klaus and was suddenly confused. She hadn't asked him to come here and she certainly was not presentable enough for someone she was trying to win over. She hesitantly opened the door for Klaus and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Never mind that, love, it's not important," he replied with his signature smirk.
"What do you mean, it's not important?" Caroline asked with a questioning look on her face.
"Darling, what did I say? It's not important. Please stop with the incessant questions," he said in an uncharacteristically kind voice. He made a gesture toward the door, "May I come in?"
Somewhat flustered, Caroline stepped aside and murmured, "Sure," under her breath, mostly because she was positive he could hear her anyways.
He strutted into her humble abode and took in his surroundings. It was a normal house, average furniture, family photos, and the lived-in feel that it seemed vampires alone could never acquire. Seeing pictures of Caroline from her youth was rather shocking, for he was used to the ravishing creature before him who never changed in appearance and never would. She was an adorable child, no shock there, but it was strange for him to see young Elena and Bonnie with her. It seemed Caroline and he had a similar sense of loyalty to friends.
"So, where are the drawings?" He turned toward Caroline and asked.
"Wha-what?" Caroline stuttered. "The drawings you gave me? Why would you want them back?"
Klaus laughed quietly. "No, my dear, not my drawings: yours. I heard you were drawing me and I'd like to see the finished product. Come on now, let's see it," He said as he began walking down the hall.
Caroline ran after him yelling, "Wait! Stop! Where are you going? Get back here!" She reached the door at the same moment as him and threw herself in front of it.
"Oh, Caroline sweetheart, you really think your presence as a blockade would do any good?" He said as he picked her up by her waist and repositioned her behind him, then entered her room. It was a twin of the image from the water basin. There were crumpled papers everywhere and it was even difficult for him not to trip over the various shoes scattered around the floor. He began picking up the papers and smoothing them out. The first one he unfolded was atrocious and he purposefully laughed outright, just so she could hear. "Is this supposed to be me?" He asked with genuine curiosity, finding her effort adorable, and becoming more infatuated with her by the second. Of course he could never let her know that, but that didn't mean the feelings were not there.
"Yes, it was supposed to be you and I'm aware that it is awful. Don't mock my inferior artistic ability," Caroline said with a pout.
"My sincerest apologizes for laughing, but I could not control myself. I see what you were trying to say through them and it was quite an effort. I'm excited to see what you have in store for me in the future," he said with his trademark smirk as he began to make his way out.
"No, wait! If you're not too busy, maybe you could stay and talk? Or you could teach me how to draw like you do," she said with a meek smile in his direction.
Klaus laughed again. "Sorry, darling, but my artistic gifts take years of practice and training, and I've got other engagements for the day. Nice try, though, with drawing the pictures. It was a valiant attempt," he said while walking away, down the hall. Right before he got to the door he waved back to her, and, although it was fleeting and wasn't full of meaning, it gave her a smidgen of hope.
He had insulted her and her drawings, but she really didn't care. It felt like he could more easily just destroy her than put effort into making her feel like he felt when she kept rejecting his advances. There was a sliver of hope that remained, convincing her that she needed a new idea to win him over and fast.
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