Chapter Three
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...500 years before...
Klaus walked into their room to see Caroline filling a suitcase. "W-what are you doing?" He asked looking around the room at the emptied drawers.
She turned around quickly, looking surprised. "Nik. I-I thought you weren't going to be back 'til later."
Dispair flashed across his face, only for a second and then his expression turned cold. "You were going to leave."
She looked down closing her eyes. "I can't stay with you." Caroline said with a solemn expression.
In the blink of an eye he had pushed her up against the wall, gripping her arms. "And why is that may I ask?" He looked into her eyes, his flashing black.
"Because you are not who I fell in love with. You kill and torture for fun. I don't want this life Nik. The life that you have trapped me in. I won't stand here and watch this any longer." She said calmly and clearly, though tears were building in her eyes.
He dropped his grip on her, turning around and picking up the nearest thing to him, he threw the white vase with the red roses into the wall across the room and watched it smash into pieces. The same vase that Caroline had made herself. She took a deep breath and suddenly Klaus was on his knees gasping for air, as he held his head in his hands. She turned towards the door to see Grace standing there holding her hand out toward Klaus. He glared up at her, striking fear, and pain into her heart.
"Goodbye Niklaus." She whispered, running out the door, leaving all her belongings behind as she followed the witch out of the house.
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Caroline's eyes fluttered open to be met with Klaus' dejected gaze. "What's wrong with you?" He asked with a mask of indifference. She stared at him for a moment before looking around the room to see where she was. She was laying on a bed in a small room, the only light being that which was streaming in through a window. "I asked you a question, Caroline." He said his mask faltering. She knew he was refering to the sudden blackout she had over at the warehouse.
Her eyes met his for only a second before she looked down. "Nothing." She lied.
Klaus took a deep breath. "Caroline, you know you're a terrible liar now tell me the truth."
Closing her eyes she spoke not wanting to say what she had yet to accept. "The spirits turned there back on me."
He narrowed his eyes tilting his head at her. "Why?"
"It doesn't matter." She said, ignoring the heavy sigh he let out.
"It does matter, now tell me."
She glared up at him. "I don't have to tell you anything."
"Don't forget, love, that you are no longer under any protection."
"Are you threatening me?" She asked narrowing her eyes. Suddenly she lurched forward clutching her stomach whimpering at the pain.
He was in front of her within a second a hand on each of her shoulders.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked again.
She groaned falling back into his arms. "I'm dying."
His eyes widened as he looked down at her with astonishment. He felt like he shouldn't care. She left him after she promised not to. She lied to him, tried to turn his siblings against him. He should kill her himself, but he just couldn't let her die.
"Caroline?" He called out, and his voice slowly faded away and everything went black.
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...1000 years before...
"Nik I'm not leaving you." Caroline told him grabbing his hands.
He turned back towards her. "Don't be an idiot, go with Elijah and Rebekah."
She pulled him in ther direction he had been headed in. "No, I'm not letting you go off to be Mikael bate alone."
He sighed. "Fine, but if I tell you to run, you run."
She nodded reluctantly before following him away from the burning village.
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