A/N This chapter has a little surprise, so far you have read about Caroline's dreams, about how she feels that she is there with him, something has changed! From the episode 8 promo of the originals I got excited when I saw that Klaus is in chains…. And I am glad that I posted this story before that happened! Hope you enjoy …
Disclaimer- I have nothing to do with The Vampire Diaries or The Originals except what my imagination stirs up!
Caroline POV
After Elijah had explained everything in great detail about Davina, the witches and Marcel we sat quietly drinking our scotch. My mind trying to sort through all the information putting it into neatly labelled boxes in my mind, what was most important and what was just useful to know. Finishing my scotch I sat my class on the antique coffee table in front of me, my throat aching with thirst even though I had had enough blood to keep me sated, the same amount I drink every day.
Elijah noticed my discomfort
"Caroline, are you okay?"
I nodded a slight shiver of coldness running over my body. The stress of this situation must be draining my energy, meaning I need more blood than normal.
"I'm thirsty"
He chuckled, getting up to fetch the scotch
"I fear you are picking up on my drinking habit"
I smiled as he came towards me
"I'm not that kind of thirsty."
He smiled and returned the scotch to its resting place, after refilling his glass.
"Caroline, please make yourself at home, take whatever you need. For your stay whatever is ours is yours, it is the least I can offer you after coming to help my brother"
I made my way to the fridge and took a blood bag, not having the control to bring it back to the living room I broke off the seal and drank it down as if my life depended on it. Within seconds it was gone and I went for another, half way through I managed to stop myself and brought the remainder to the living room to put in a glass.
When I returned I seen Elijah sitting reading through an old book, sensing my return he spoke without looking up.
"This is a spell book that used to belong to my mother, as you know she was a very powerful witch. I have been giving Davina a page every now and then to help her control. Tomorrow I shall give her another, this spell was one of the last my mother added to this book. As a witch she did not have the same mind control power as my siblings and I. Something that is common in vampires, so she made a spell that would grant her access to our minds. It was during our terrible initial bloodlust when our thirst could not be sated; she could feel it through our minds and knew we could not help it. She used it to know when one of us would go on a rampage. I plan to have Davina learn this spell and convince her to use it on Marcel as an example; it should be easy for her as she is close with him. Once she gets into his mind I will then take the information from her mind, as Marcel would feel my presence in his."
I was settled back in my seat when he finished, feeling a little more positive that we were getting closer to getting Klaus. Remembering my insane thirst I questioned Elijah
"How long can Klaus cope without blood?"
He answered positively
"As originals we can last considerably longer than your average vampire, but if Klaus is being tortured as your dream shows he may be losing more than he can afford."
I nodded
"Can this connection between us, affect us physically?"
He was confused at my question
"I feel a terrible thirst; the urge to finish this blood bag and go back for another is nearly over powering"
He sat on the edge of his seat resting his elbows on his knees
"It is possible that you may feel his thirst, but let me reassure you it is all in your head. You said you felt him tonight when you entered the house? This could mean that the connection is continuing to get stronger, you are now feeling it more when you are awake"
It scared me, am I to live with this for the rest of my life, my long immortal life?
"It has been a long day; I suggest you get some sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow if I am to convince Davina to use this spell."
I nodded and wished him goodnight, stopping by the fridge to take another blood bag with me. On the stairs I met Hayley. We looked each other in the eye, neither of us willing to say anything, with a slight nod of my head I continued to my room. I listened to her make her way to the living room to speak with Elijah. Not wanting to hear them I took a shower and got into bed.
Once again I was in the cellar with Klaus. I walked towards him trying to see if I could discover anymore details that may help us, when suddenly he spoke, not to someone I could not see but to me.
"Caroline?"
My eyes shot up to his
"You can see me?"
I asked my heart beating so loud I could hear it in my ears.
"I can"
He sighed, letting his head fall to his chest. I couldn't help the pang of hurt I felt, I was expecting a smile something to show he was glad I was here. It struck me again he had moved on, he was having a child with Hayley, something I would never be able to provide him with. As soon as the though came into my mind the pain got worse, I had never thought about it before, still trying to get used to life as a vampire. I would never be a mother, never know the joy of watching my child grow. Swallowing the lump in my throat I pushed the thoughts of little blonde children, with curly hair and beautiful dimples out of my mind.
"Klaus, look at me"
He raised his head, a sorrowful smile on his face
"How I wish it was really you"
I took a step closer.
"It is me"
He shook his head not wanting false hope, he opened his eyes again
"Caroline in my dreams says that too before I wake up and she's gone."
"This is not a dream, or a hallucination I am here"
He shook his head
"How? You can't be here; Marcel would kill you before you found me, even if you knew to look for me."
I was afraid I would wake up from this dream any moment and I needed him to believe I was here, well as here as I could be through some creepy blood sharing connection. Taking a deep breath I closed the small distance between us and raised my hand to his cheek, telling myself this was so that he would believe me and not the fact that I wanted to feel him, to make myself believe I was here.
His eyes remained looking into mine, humming in pleasure with a smile on his face, the sound making the blood in my veins heat up so much that I was sure he could see my blush.
"I can feel you this time"
"Because I am here"
He looked at me, trying to understand.
"How?"
"I don't really know, Elijah says it is because we are connected. From the times we shared blood, when I drank from your wrist twice to cure the werewolf venom and when you bit my neck in the gilbert house. Somehow we are connected so much so that I've been dreaming of you, seeing you here in this cellar"
I stopped as his eyes widened, unsure of how to continue I remained silent.
"I never thought…never considered…I always fill a glass to feed someone with my blood…but you…I…"
I knew in that moment that he had never meant for us to be connected like this, then I felt stupid for even considering this was his way to win me over. He was one of the most closed off people I know, hides his emotions from everyone including his family, why would I be any different? How could I think I would be special enough for him to want me to see him so vulnerable? I felt rejected and I was angry that, that rejection hurt me so much. I took my hand from his cheek
"Please don't leave"
He rushed out; pain and desperation clear in his voice.
"We will find a way to destroy the connection once we get you out of here"
I said as I remained in front of him, folding my arms across my chest not knowing what else to do with them and not trusting them to not touch him again. He remained silent, most likely already trying to figure out how to break it.
"Do you know where you are?"
He shook his head
"No, the witch Davina has taken those memories"
I frowned. I didn't want him knowing just how much this connection had affected me but knew I needed to talk about this with him,
"I think you are in the cellar of your old family home, I felt you when Marcel took me here last night"
His eyes widened
"You were with Marcel?"
I nodded and the anger showed on his face
"Damn-it Caroline, of all people to befriend you chose Marcel?"
Just like that anger flowed through my entire body almost consuming me, reminding me exactly why I want him out of my life, he brought out the worst in me, got on my nerves and generally just made me an angry horrible person.
"How dare you! I will befriend whomever I want and for your information the only reason I was with Marcel, or even in this God forsaken city is because of you! To save your sorry ass and finally pay back my debt to you for saving my life on my graduation day, then to have you out of my life for good. I suggest you shut-up about who I am friends with and tell me something useful that I can give to Elijah"
Breathing deeply to calm down I took a step back, putting some distance between us. Trying to figure out if I wanted to punch him or kiss him when I saw him smile at me, turning off my emotions would save me so much hassle not having to worry about him and then be confused about that worry! Why can I not get those amazing dimples out of my mind? Why does his smile make my stomach fill with butterflies? Why does my body automatically heat up and tremble when I am close to him? Why does my body betray my mind and common sense? I looked back at his smile
"I missed you; I missed your shouting and definitely missed that attitude"
"Klaus …"
I warned him, He nodded and spoke
"I don't remember much, only that Marcel is involved, he keeps telling me that soon he will be the true king of the quarter. They have taken some of my blood; I don't know what they want with it though"
He looked behind me as I heard the door begin to open. His eyes widened and sadness struck his face. Before either of us could say anything else I was gone and was shooting up in my bed. I sat dazed looking around the room. It was real, we had spoken and I had touched him, it was that real that I didn't even bother to second guess this whole connection thing.
My mind was a muddle, confusion, anger, frustration, annoyance, hurt, rejection and sadness.
I looked towards the window to see that the sun had begun to peak up from the horizon. I got out of bed and took the blood bag from the bedside locker gulping it down.
Elijah was sitting at the dining table reading a paper along with Hayley who was looking through a magazine, her hand absently rubbing circles on her pregnant belly. I looked away feeling as if I was intruding on an intimate gesture. Elijah looked up at me and I nodded for him to follow me out of the kitchen, for some reason I didn't want Hayley to hear about my dreams, it might not sit well with her that I am connected in such a way with the father of her child and she doesn't need the extra stress of that knowledge, it's would not be good for the miracle baby she was carrying. I told Elijah everything that had happened, leaving out the state of my emotions and the things Klaus has said about missing me.
He told me of his plans to spend the day with Davina, and that hopefully she would be successful with gathering Marcel's thoughts. It was the start of another day but we were making progress, soon this will all be over.
A/N Sorry for any spelling mistakes I didn't have the time I would have preferred to write this chapter due to a mad house, with younger siblings and attending my work experience.
So just to let you know in the future we will see some Klaus and Elijah POV and also the arrival of Rebekah. I quite possibly will be writing the next chapter in Klaus POV!
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