Caroline barley slept that night.
Deep Slumber never peeked it's moon shone skin upon her welcoming eye lids. Her limbs were stuck fast to her ivory sheets. The moisture that was excreted from her granite flesh guaranteeing this.
The same nightmare she had been relieving for a full 63 years.
-Flashback-
She had played the Salvatores into revealing the location of Klaus' desiccated body. The thought alone made her squirm. She had also recruited the Originals. They had brought him back to the mansion where he had been revived with Caroline's blood. The dream then flashed to his warning.
She gripped his drawing, trying to will herself to split her porcelain features down the middle. So far, she hadn't managed a tear. Caroline cried out in frustration before slamming the paper down on the mahogany dresser. This couldn't be what life was like. Was it? Constantly torn between two halves of your heart? She wouldn't believe it, couldn't.
No. There had to be a hidden solution. She refused to believe that the option selections were so slim, and would leve someone broken hearted.
To evade the most pain possible, she had to leave...
She blurred down to her basement, now with salty rivers slicing down her icy features. She escaped the dank cellar with her heavy suitcase directly in tow.
Caroline's oceanic pools shone brightly with tears.
"I can't," she kept repeating into the empty air as she packed up her wardrobe.
She slipped out the picture of Tyler and her embracing and replaced it with Klaus' charcoal drawing. The worst part? She didn't even flinch.
She threw the framed sketch on top of her clothes and closed the suitcase's latches. Just as she was
She allowed herself to be submerged in the idea of Klaus finding her. She knew just how to elude him and his loyal minions. But the times he finally caught up with her, Klaus was close enough to yell to her.
Just then, a deafening sound chimed throughout the house. Her phantom heart skipped an illusion beat. Caroline folded the covers off the remaining portion of her body that they were shrouding and fled to her living room. Upon entering the room, she noticed two things. One was the enormous ebony wolf tearing apart her couch, and two was her mother's antique vase shattered on her chestnut flooring.
Caroline gasped. She blurred over to the wolf. "Damon!" She scolded harshly. It panted cool breath at her before admitting defeat on the newly damaged Egyptian plush pillows. Yes, she had named her pet wolf after Damon. But that was only because of his raven textured fur and his cerulean hued irises. The wolf's arrogant personality was almost identical to her old friend. They had parted ways two weeks before the new year of 2020. She has only seen him on one other occasion.
The year was 2035. She had just gotten finished a rave in the fluorescent city of Tokyo, She was luring a group of promiscuous men into the brush to try and satisfy her insatiable thirst for the garnet running through their fragile little veins. Suddenly, all their necks twisted at an unnatural angle as they fell limply to the firm ground. She was about to flee the scene, afraid of Klaus' wrath when a calm hand gripped her fingers lightly. Caroline whipped around, full ready to plea for his mercy. She was met face to face with her sire, non other than the world famous Damon Salvatore.
They had a one night stand and she was gone by the morn, having caught wind of Klaus' acknowledgement of their fling.
She was terrified for Damon's well-being but she knew he wasn't stupid and would leave before Klaus came.
She was brought back to reality by the growl resounding from the back of Damon's throat. She knew better than to disrupt her wolf.
A low howl reverberated through her house. It was cold and angry. It sounded hungry and possessive. It wasn't Damon's. And just by that utterance? She could tell Klaus was not in the mood.
Without a second thought, she took flight shouting out to where her wolf stood ground.
"Damon, urma!" ('urma' means 'follow' in Romanian )
Almost immediately his stance changed and took way after Caroline.
She raced through the greenery only bothering to glance back to see if her pet had been tailing her.
They blurred side by side. She had gotten him 30 odd years ago and had Ukrainian witches bless him with infinite lives. Whenever he reached death, he would age backwards and when birth hit? He would age until death and so on. The same witches also granted him vampiric abilities but also had to include the vampiric disabilities.
All of a sudden. A snow white wolf emerged from the foliage, snarling fiercely. Damon stood protectively in front of the platinum blonde.
"Klaus," she said softly, almost timidly. Before her eyes, he transformed back into the devilishly handsome monster that was under her skin from the day they met.
The beast unfortunately still howled violently in his lazuli orbs.
The shell of a man was here, but was the soul?
