The Imposter
In the near possible future...
I couldn't hardly breathe. My eyesight failing me.
"Henry! Henry! Henrik!"
I force my eyes open to gaze at my best friend Sophie.
God, she was beautiful in that red bridesmaids' dress. I smirk inwardly, though I'd never tell her. The lights in her bedroom were dim but it was enough light for me to make out her face and her dark brown hair that she curled for the wedding, cascading over her face. She is at least 60 years old, but her magic, being so powerful, didn't allow her to look a day older than 20. Her gorgeous brown eyes are filled with tears, looking at me, knowing my death is near.
How could a beautiful day that was supposed to be Claire's wedding go so horribly wrong?
I didn't have my usual snide comments or teases I regularly threw at her. A bad habit, I admit. I inherited it from my father. i think proudly. I was always the calm, the rational one. Nothing, I mean nothing gets to me. And if it does, you better believe no one knows about it. Second to my father, I was the rock of the family, the unfazed one.
Not today.
And Sophie sees it in my face, deepening her own fear and panic that reflects in her eyes.
"You can't let go Henry," says Sophie urgently. " You just can't. If you die, Silas wins."
I manage to let out a chuckle. "Love. Silas has already won. Everyone's dead. He killed all the Originals, including Klaus and therefore his bloodline. I'm the last to go."
I go into a coughing fit, spewing blood over her sheets.
"No. I won't let you die," her voice was filled with determination. "We're going to stop him."
I give her a sideways glance, "yeah. If only I can somehow go back in time, kill the imposter, find Stefan, track down Silas and convince the family to help me kill him before he completes his Hybrid potion," I say sarcastically.
She looks at me solemnly and my blood runs cold.
"No..."
She grabs my arm and begins chanting.
"Sophie!" I try to pull my arm out her grasp, but I was too weak.
The light begin to flicker as blood starts to stream down her nose and black veins start to run from her arms to her face.
Whatever magic she was doing, it was too strong. She was going to kill herself.
"Sophie! Sophie! Stop this!"
A gust of wind comes forth and shatters the windows as she grabs my face, staring into my eyes.
"When you get there, you'll know what to do."
I grab her wrists. "Don't Sophie," my voice came out but a whisper and for the first time in my life, I feel tears stinging my eyes.
"My power will protect you. It's all yours," she smiles sadly. "I am yours."
I clench my teeth, fighting to keep myself together.
"I love you Henrik."
Before I could say a word, the lights shatter and everything becomes dark...
The Present
Caroline POV
The haze, the bloodlust, hunger is gone. All that's left is anger.
Anger towards Klaus.
"How could you?" I hiss. "How could you compel me?"
I prepare myself for a shouting match, excuses.
But I am not prepare for when he takes a step towards me, wavers, then passes out in front of me.
My anger goes out like a puff of smoke as I run towards him, fear consuming me.
I slide on the ground to his side. He stares blankly at the night sky, his eyes normally sparkling with the endless amusement that is strictly Klaus is gone.
"Niklaus! Niklaus!" I shake him roughly with no response. I notice the festering sore at his throat, oozing with pus and blood. It was in the same place I had bit him.
I cover my mouth, my eyes filling with tears. "Oh God. Don't tell me that's my bite."
Sophie comes up beside me, along with Rebekah.
"It is Care," says Sophie. " The potion worked. You're a hybrid now. A very powerful one, whose bite can kill any supernatural creature. Including Klaus."
My eyes widen, my tears falling freely now. "No! No! I didn't mean it! I was just thirsty! I..." I grab my head wildly, losing it. "I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it! Oh God, Klaus! Klaus!"
Rebekah grabs me roughly, shaking me. "Listen to me, Caroline! You're blood is the cure. You can fix this. Okay?"
I meet her eyes, and steady my breathing.
"I missed you Bekah," I smile at her warmly.
She smiles back. "Don't get all sappy on me now. Focus. Elijah's going to need your blood too."
I nod, As Sophie hovers her hand over Klaus. "You gotta hurry. He's fading much faster than Elijah."
Quickly, biting into my wrist, i hold it against those raspberry lips I love so much.
Klaus...you can't die. You just can't! You're not going to get out of our fight that easily!
After a few minutes of nothing happening, fresh tears fall from my eyes, on his face.
"Nik..." i murmur, my newly beating heart, clenching in my chest, as the thought of losing him starts to take its toll. "Don't leave me. Please."
As my blood trickles down his throat, I finally see his eyes change, his hybrid features taking over.
I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding as he grabs my wrists hungrily. I gasp and moan as I feel his lips wrap around my skin.
I move behind him, his head leaning aganist my chest as he drinks. My breath turns ragged, my heart racing in my chest as a fire burns within me from his long lost touch.
Sophie, always focused, takes a vial from her pocket discreetly and collects the blood falling from my wrist. When she's done, she winks at me, nods at Bekah and heads back into the house, leaving me with Klaus.
In my growing lust for him, his touch driving me to madness, i smile inwardly at the role reversal.
This time, I wasn't the one dying, getting my hair stroked as I drank desperately for life. It was so strange, yet nostalgic.
His scent wraps around me, intoxicating. The pressure of his body against mine, bringing forth memories of the last 17 years.
Turning me on all the more.
I wrap my other around him possessively, yearning suddenly to be as close to him as possible, begging whatever controlling forces in this world to never seperate me from him again.
Yes, I was angry at him for compelling me, but my heart, my body, wanted, no needed him desperately.
I wasn't the only one. When he finally releases my wrist, and turns to me, his features are dark, his stormy eyes smoldering with passion.
"Caroline..." He breathes, oh so seductively into my face.
My heart skips a beat, before I crash my lips onto his.
Though its been three years, I remember exactly how and where to touch him to make him moan, growl and say my name.
And of course, Klaus, being Klaus, reads me like an open book, gives it to me exactly the way I want it at this moment:
Hard and rough.
Our kiss is deep and consuming, the need for one another, deleting all rational thought as our tongues tango and explore each other's mouths greedily.
I quickly wrap my legs around his waist as he stands up with me, cupping my butt cheeks as I wrap my arms around his neck, my hands running through his insanely soft curls as we devour each other's mouths.
I didn't notice we moved until he drops me on our bed and starts kissing my neck, my chest...
I heard a loud rip, knowing it was my shirt and pants. Without hesistation, his mouth covers my nipple.
I grab his head tightly, moaning his name as he licks it, sucks on it, while teasing my other nipple with his fingertips as he does so. When he briefly comes up for air, I rip his shirt, then his pants. His eyes scan my naked body, his gaze filled with so much affection, that I thought I would stop breathing.
It's then I notice something glittering in the moonlight around his neck. His necklaces held our rings. My red , diamond engagement ring twinkling at me.
The amount of emotion nearly clogs my throat as I utter: "You kept them."
He glances at his chest, then back at me, his gaze becoming even more passionate. "Of course I did," his hand cupping my cheek, "Right near my heart."
I pull him down into another heated kiss, his erection taunting me by gliding over my wet entrance.
"God woman, you nearly killed me once tonight. If you don't let me take you, you might do it again," he says huskily against my mouth.
"Then do it Niklaus," i murmur, our foreheads touching one another, "You are my Alpha male. Claim me."
His eyes doesn't leave my face, as he lifts me ever so slightly and slides into me.
In unison, we both suck in our breath, smirking as our bodies become one.
It felt like home. So right. So confortable.
We don't move an inch, our smiles fading as we gaze intensely at one other, our hands simultaneously touching each other's faces. He brushes my cheek, as I feel his stubble.
"You're even more exquiste than I remembered Caroline. My memories of you didn't do you justice."
My heart flutters at his words and my core clenches his erection as My fingertips land on his lower lip. He moans at the sensation, his eyes closing as I murmur: "That's only because I'm all yours."
With that, he moves inside me, his eyes opening to take in my every reaction, enjoying every second.
"God, Niklaus..." I groan, throwing my head back grabbing his shoulder blades for dear life as he kisses my neck and caresses me. Taking me closer to that final destination.
In the throes of passion, I feel my fangs come forth. Without a thought, I bite him.
He hisses and cradles my head against him as I feel him tilt my neck towards him. It's not long before I feel his fangs dip into my skin, holding him aganist me, the sensation so strong, so erotic that we both come together, grasping each other to the point that our bodies meld together, riding out our orgasms.
Rebekah POV
"Well," I murmur. "That didn't take long," I say with a smirk.
"What?" says Sophie, glancing away from the resting Elijah. The bite was gone, but he was still out cold.
I glance at Marcel who gives me a knowing look. He had to have heard the sexcapades going on upstairs.
"Oh, nothing," I reply innocently. "When do you think Elijah will wake?" I ask Sophie.
She gets up. "Dunno Bex. We shouldn't push it."
"Which reminds me. Since when did you two get along?" I ask, my eyes narrowing at her and Marcel.
They glance at one another before Marcel answers.
"Since we had a common goal. To resurrect Claire."
"Wait. What?" I says stunned. "That's impossible."
"Not if she was staked with this."
Sophie grabs the grimoire, which makes Bonnie finally move towards me to take a look.
It looks like a white oak stake, but it's encrusted with gems and tribal writings.
" 'The stake of desiccation,' " I read.
"What makes you think Silas would use this on Claire instead of killing her?"
"Because her venom is one of the ingredients to the Hybrid potion."
Caroline POV
I stare at Klaus, lying peacefully. My bite and our sex session exhausted him completely. He was such a handsome man, powerful and sexy and all mine. After staring at him for what seems like forever and not falling asleep, I slowly move out of his embrace, making sure not to wake him as I walk to the window to see the sun set. The colors of red, orange and yellow paint the sky, the beauty making me smile and bringing me peace.
A peace that won't last for long. I think soberly, remembering that Klaus and I had an impending fight coming. A part of me understands why he did it. But it was the fact that he compelled me and left me no choice in the matter that makes so mad! I thought we were past him trying to control everything, but guess I was...wrong?
The sight of Bonnie walking across the grassy field below with a huge grimoire in her hand, disrupts my thoughts.
Without a thought, I pull on Klaus's shirt and some jeans and run outside.
"Bonnie!" I shout after her, smiling. "where are you going?"
She turns around and my blood runs cold.
"Caroline," she says. She smiles back eerily as she raises her hand and approaches me.
I start screaming in pain, holding my head.
"Stop..." I groan, "what are you doing Bonnie?"
"Honestly, I was going to do this later, but since you're alone, I'll just kill you and take you blood."
"Think again, love," says a male voice, that wasn't Klaus. It had no accent but the words were what Klaus would have used.
Bonnie whirls around to see a young man with bright blond curls and raspberry lips smirking at her. His hair brushes his leather coat collar, his bright blue eyes playful.
Before Bonnie can react, his hand plunges into her chest to yank her heart out, she drops the grimoire, paralyzed. "Goodbye imposter," he murmurs, the amusement never leaving his gaze.
"No!" I scream. In a flash, i close the distance and break his wrist. When he lets her go, I throw him across the field. Free, she steps back with a gasp and runs with the grimoire.
"No!" He shouts, getting up, raising his other arm and chanting. Bonnie screams in pain dropping the book again.
He zooms to her, grabbing the book. Grabbing her by the neck with the hand connected to wrist I swore just broke, I hear the Bonnie's bones start to break. I flash and jump him from behind and bite him hard. He lets her go, stumbling backward with the book and me as Bonnie runs off.
"No..." He groans. "I have to kill her."
He runs backwards, making me slam my back aganist a nearby tree. It snaps on impact and I groan in pain letting him go.
I see him try to run towards Bonnie, but shirtless Klaus blocks his path and immediately snaps his neck.
He runs up to me, his two hands holding my face.
"Are you alright, love?"
I nod mutely.
"What the hell happened? Who is that?"
"I dunno. Bonnie tried to kill me and then he showed up."
His rage was nearly palpable and it seeped into his words. "The Bennett witch did...what?!" He hisses.
"Klaus..."
"She tried to kill you and you protected her?! Too bad I snapped the mate's neck. I should of let him finish the job."
"There's got to be an explanation," I say anxiously, before he goes after her himself. "Bonnie wouldn't do this."
"You're right. She wouldn't," says a male voice.
My eyes grow wide. "Holy Shit." he was perfectly fine. Even my bite was healed!
"Guess the bloke is Vampire," says Klaus Casually.
"Klaus...he was doing magic. And...I bit him."
He blinks rapidly in disbelief. "That's impossible."
"First off, i'm immune to your bite. As for the magic..." He lifts his hand, and the tree behind moves, his eyes now glowing werewolf yellow, as Klaus and I turn to watch the tree reconstruct itself.
Klaus is the first to recover from the shock, standing and walking towards the young man. He was so familiar somehow, with his blond hair and dimples.
He and Klaus stand at the same height.
"What. Are. You?" Asks Klaus, his tone cold and menacing.
The young man, unfazed, doesn't even blink. He just smiles. "let's start with introductions. The name's Henry," he sticks out his hand for Klaus to shake. "A pleasure."
Bonnie POV
After running awhile, I finally get to a clearing, and see Kol standing there with his back to me.
"Did you get it Bonnie?"
"No. There was an interference. I attacked Caroline thinking I can get her blood and the grimoire all at once, but that boy...Silas. He's the one. The hybrid that can do magic. He's not a myth."
Kol turns to me and turns into the Silas I know, with his true face.
"Well. I guess we have to adjust our plan," Silas says Casually. "Don't we Qestiyah?"
I smile. I come up to him with Bonnie Bennett's body and place my hand on his chest, kissing him on the lips. "I guess so, my love."
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