Yep, that little review button that some of you pressed made me take some serious time (and by that I mean, watching a shit load of Kol scenes...although that could be considered an excuse for me to watch them because, it's Kol. I love him.) and coming up with an idea for the next couple of chapters. After that, if that little button i love gets clicked again I shall be thinking of many Klaroine scenes. Ok, I've made it clear, I love that button, all of us do, so please take the time to review, especially if you love Klaus ;) If you ain't fond of him then Caroline? Come on, who doesn't love her? ;)
No copyright intended: I wish I owned TVD, but sadly I don't. I'm gonna go cry with some ice cream because 3x20 saddened me with the lack of Klaroine. (They should base the show around them. *daydreams*)
His hand leant against the wall at the side of her head and he leaned towards her, their breaths intermingled and her eyes flickered around his face, trying to understand his intentions.
"Caroline I-"
"Brother! Oh, brother where art thou?" Kol's voice echoed around the house, vibrating the walls.
Caroline pushed Klaus away from her in shock, opening her bedroom door and staring down the stairs to where her front door was wide open, Kol casually leaning against it.
"Oh brother!" Kol cried melodramatically as Klaus came to stand beside Caroline, resting his chin on the banister as he stared at his brother, trying to determine whether to laugh or simply plunge a stake through his heart again, "Why, oh why, are thou in thy wicked witches bedchambers?"
Kol clutched his chest, "As thou finally proclaimed his love?"
Caroline sighed and grabbed Klaus's coat, pushing him down the stairs and towards the front door until the two males came face to face. Klaus didn't resist her; he didn't care if she was controlling him in front of his sibling as long as she was willing touching him.
"Thou," Caroline said pushing Klaus out of her house, "Can piss off."
As the door closed on them Kol turned round, all amusement fading from his face, "I don't like her."
"You don't know her," Klaus said flippantly, grinning at the house and turning away, moving down the street, knowing Kol would follow.
"You do?" He laughed mockingly, "She batters her underage eyelashes and you turn into a puppy? This is like Tatia all over again."
Klaus froze, the grin vanishing from his face and he turned round, arm outstretched and punched Kol in the face, the vampire was thrown backwards and hit the pavement, a loud crack met his descent.
Klaus moved towards him, his powerful strides making him reach Kol in a matter of seconds and his eyes flashed as Kol raised his head, a smirk creeping over his features as he gazed at Klaus and spat, "Pathetic."
Klaus grabbed his neck and pulled him off the ground, choking him but Kol just laughed, a gleam constantly present in his eye, when Klaus finally released his hold Kol fell to the floor and stared up at him, "Just let me have her." His voice sounded scratchy but confident, "You aren't capable of anything remotely resembling love."
Klaus stared at him as the images of a smiling Tatia surged towards him, engulfing him; he could feel her arms around his neck, her breath against his cheek, her lips upon his.
"Caroline wants us dead, do not fool yourself Niklaus."
Klaus looked over his shoulder at Caroline's house, he could see her silhouette behind her curtains, she was on her phone, probably to Damon Salvatore, telling him what a fool Klaus had been to believe their plan.
Or maybe Stefan, his former friend, the ripper laughing into her ear as she tells him how Klaus leant into her, trusting her completely and how hard it was for her not to drive a stake into his heart.
"Listen," Kol said tapping his ear, "Just let yourself, hear what I hear."
Klaus shook his head briefly, closing down his senses, he didn't want to know Caroline Forbes anymore, he cursed himself for his naivety, but yet he still threatened his brother, "We stay away Kol. We are gentlemen after all."
Kol sighed but nodded and watched Klaus walk away, he leant his head on the pavement and emitted a small laugh as he heard Caroline say, "Mum, seriously? I'm a vampire. I don't need bedtimes!"
Caroline felt rebellious for the first time, she had purposefully skipped school, she wasn't comfortable facing her past friends yet, she didn't want to see the indignation and disgust in their eyes, especially after yesterdays incident with the original vampire they hated so much.
If she was still human she knew what she would have done. Shopping. But she'd grown since then, spending her mother's money now felt wrong, Liz sometimes couldn't even look at her and Caroline sometimes wanted to drink her blood just to stop the condemnation following her gaze.
She heard footsteps behind her and moved down the nearest alley, exhaling loudly as she twirled round, expecting to find a mischievous Klaus but instead she felt her body fly through the air and she landed against the wall just managing to stay upright, ready to face her attacker.
A blur moved fast towards her and she held out a palm to stop him but he knocked her to the side and her hand flew out, slapping the vampire round the face and he stopped. She finally saw him and slapped him again.
Damon Salvatore.
She remembered everything he had ever done to her; the using, abusing, the drinking and now he had tried to attack her in broad daylight? He must be getting sloppy.
She raised her hand again but he caught it halfway and stared at her, she could feel the anger radiating off him and tried her hardest to look more annoyed then scared.
"Well," She said sarcastically, "Greeting's to you too. What a pleasant surprise."
"Shut up," He growled, pushing her against the wall, "I saw you yesterday with him."
Caroline opened her mouth but Damon put his hand against it and she tried to bite him or scream but he was so much older then her that she couldn't even move.
She heard running footsteps pound against the ground and her eyes flickered to the corner of her eye and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Tyler.
"Damon!" He hissed, grabbing the Salvatore's shoulders and trying to push him away from Caroline but Damon only released hold of her mouth.
"Tyler-" She wheezed but Damon interrupted her, a cruel smile upon his face.
"Who was your bedroom last night Caroline? Tell Tyler. I bet he's dying to hear."
"It wasn't like that," She said, trying to look Tyler in the eye but he closed his eyes, faced away from her and punched the wall, an angry cry escaping his throat.
Damon laughed as Tyler walked away and tears fell from Caroline's eyes.
"You truly are useless aren't you? All we ask you to do is shake your ass in front of him for five minutes, not save him then give him your ass for free anytime he wants."
"Your sick," She shouted and shuddered when Damon's grip on her tightened.
Damon withdrew a stake from his pocket and Caroline struggled harder, "Elena will hate you," She whispered staring at the wooden weapon.
"Why do you think I'm here?" He said and the stake flew towards her chest but a hand caught it mid way and punched Damon, knocking him to the floor.
He landed with a growl and snarled at Kol who twirled the stake around his fingers, a grin across his face as he winked at Caroline who instantly looked away, still against the wall obviously trying not to shake.
Damon felt a grim satisfaction.
"Your bother sent you?" Damon asked standing up and removing himself slightly from Kol.
Damon noticed Caroline's posture go rigid and she stared at Kol intently.
"Of course," He grinned, throwing the stake over his shoulder and offering his hand to Caroline who merely scoffed.
"That doesn't mean anything to me," Damon said, "One day you idiot's won't be here, then she better watch her back."
"That is no way to speak to a lady," Kol sighed shaking his head, "Manners Mr Salvatore. Now run along before I find Stefan and end his miserable existence once and for all."
Caroline shuddered when she felt the air around her stir as Damon left in a blur and she closed her eyes before heading towards the exit of the alley, determined to ignore Kol but before she managed to take ten steps she felt a knife being plunged into her back and then, darkness.
Klaus paced back and forth, he was grateful for his mansion's large space, allowing him the ability to be in privacy with his thoughts.
His paintbrush was still in his hand and he stopped to look down at it, the yellow dripping off it pitifully and he threw it across the room without a sound.
Yellow reminded him of Caroline.
He faced the wall and leant against the mantelpiece staring into the flames, trying not to rush out of the door in pursuit of her. His younger brother was right, Caroline would not be Tatia. He wouldn't let her be.
His hand found his pocket and before he even registered what he was doing he opened his diary, ripping out the pages singularly and watching as Caroline's face burned, shrivelling to dust before vanishing completely.
"Nik," He heard his sister behind him and the book fell out of his grasp in surprise; he regretted it immediately and just managed to stop himself from crying out in anger.
Instead he simply raised his eyebrows at Rebekah who looked uncomfortable.
"Not that I care or anything," She said, raising her eyes to meet his, "But what have you done with that annoying blonde thing?"
Klaus laughed with no real hint of amusement and Rebekah moved to sit on the sofa, leaning on her elbows, "Yeah, I hate her and all, but you know she'd be an easy alliance to the road of popularity."
This time Klaus did really laugh, the joyous sound booming from the walls, but, taunting his sister, "And Kol called me pathetic," He whispered trying to quench the foreboding feeling inside of him as he watched the last drawing of Caroline burn.
He remembered when he ordered Tyler to bite her and shivered at the recollection:
Caroline's Birthday.
He had demanded to enter, he'd even been granted that entrance, expecting the humans to be happy, to feel indebted to him but all he saw was hatred, he didn't blame them.
When he entered her bedroom he even hated himself, and he thought he could never feel.
She lay there, staring at the ceiling, asking him if he was going to kill and he ridiculously felt hurt, he even cradled her in his arms as he rescued her, finally feeling satisfied, he had a purpose, even if it was the briefest of moments.
"Why are you still here?" She asked when she finally awoke in the middle of the night, pulling her bed covers closer around her as if she thought that would protect her.
"Just making sure you're alright love," He said from her chair, flashing his fangs, expecting her to gasp and run away like the little girl she was but instead she giggled.
She actually giggled at the sight of his fangs, what a strange woman. He leant back, an easy smile dancing across his lips whilst he watched her sit up in her bed.
"You look ridiculous like that," She said rolling her eyes and flipped her bedside lamp on.
The mood felt to intimate and she had moved slightly away from him on her bed but he got up and dragged his chair inches closer, raising his eyebrows, almost challenging her.
She didn't know why but she had smiled and moved closer, raising her eyebrows in return, but when he didn't move, when he thought his heart was beating again he remained where he was and she felt an unmistakable pang of regret but that was soon over taken with tiredness and she yawned, laying back against the pillows, muttering that he was a stalker before drifting back to sleep without any choice.
She didn't hear his last words before he left her house, "I like you."
Present.
"Wake-y wake-y sunshine," Kol's voice rang tauntingly in her ears and Caroline moved her head groggily, wiping the blood from her forehead and opening her eyes, allowing them to adjust to the light, the sun.
She heard crackling and glanced down to her arm, watching it frazzle and she let out a scream, moving further back into the shadows of the basement, wrapping her arms round her legs and sobbing.
Kol appeared before her, tossing her ring in the air and catching it repeatedly, she didn't even have the energy to feel pissed off.
He must have hit her pretty hard.
"That was a nice little performance back there with one of your many ex-boyfriends," He said walking towards the window and laughing when she whimpered, "You didn't think I would know it was obvious that you stage that when I'm around, potentially hearing it all? You and your friend's plans are absolutely absurd."
"It wasn't a plan," She gasped and then screamed again when he pulled the curtain aside letting in more sunlight, he closed it quickly and her skin began to heal.
"Of course it was," He shrugged.
"If you're so certain we're all idiots why am I here?" She challenged trying to sound confident.
"I have several reasons," He said bending down to face her and counting on his fingers, "First reason, I want to know every plan now rather then later, they really are an inconvenience, second reason, it's fun, and third reason," He grinned, "Klaus won't be impressed."
"Sibling rivalry? Really? I'm sorry, are you like ten?"
Kol flashed to the window and opened the curtain for a significantly great deal of time and watched in satisfaction when Caroline's skin began to smoulder.
"Shut up," A voice muttered from the other side of the room.
Caroline gasped as she saw Stefan raise a hand in a grim greeting, a grimace across his face as he pretended not to be affected by the sun as well.
Her gaze fell back to Kol who showed her another ring, smiling proudly, "My brother would probably give up his advances on you after a week, don't be hurt, it happens to a lot of women. So I thought Damon is a lot more platonic and stupid, filled with guilt over that love he feels for a certain brother's girlfriend that he will give me answers to save one of you."
"Damon-" Stefan interrupted but Kol held up a hand.
"Damon is hard to define without using many profanities, in the end all that I care about is your gang and for entertainment purposes," Kol sat down on the armchair by the window, bathing him in darkness, making his fangs glitter, "I want to see who Damon will choose to save, the woman he abused, or the brother he hates one minute but loves the next."
"What about Klaus?" Caroline whispered, eyes searching the room looking for an escape root.
"Trust you," Stefan said and when Caroline met his eyes she flinched at the amount of hatred and felt grateful for the restraints holding him to the floor, otherwise she knew she would have been dead.
"That's also interesting," Kol laughed.
"If Klaus wants both of us alive," Stefan said smiling sarcastically, laying down on the floor and staring at the ceiling as if disinterested in the entire situation, "He will get both of us alive."
Caroline smiled at his words, hope building in her system and she avoided meeting Kol's gaze who had noticed, he spread his hands out and threw a stake at her which she narrowly dodged, causing him to laugh harder.
"Oh Caroline, he isn't going to want you. He told me to do this."
Her hope shattered.
Ok guy's you know your job, and I've just seen a couple more Kol kidnapping Caroline fics, typical for me, BUT this storyline isn;t centered on that at all, Kol is my excuse for some pretty heavy Klaroine moments within the next couple of chapters, this is just the little bit of reason why my fave character's will collide XD ... Although Tyler's still involved, can't forget him, after all I used to be a massive Forwood fan! So in reviews (if I'm lucky to get some) please say if you want mainly a Klaroine fic with a hint of Tyler or a Klaroine/Forwood fic XD
And ahhhh, 3x20. Who cried? Yep I did. Alaric, I will forever love you.
Wow...I love to many TVD characters...