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Chapter 11: Dreamcatcher

Mystic Haven

Bill Forbes had been searching for days. It was no use however, Caroline was long gone. He wasn't positive, but it was pretty clear that Caroline was taken by the same bandits that robbed the bank the day she'd gone missing. He could only imagine what kind of torture she was going through. They probably had her locked up with no food, and no water, or worse, she was dead. He shook his head and ran his hands down his face. He couldn't think like that. His beautiful girl was still alive out there...somewhere.

He was exhausted and beat down and his horse was no worse for the wear as he rode up to his home. Liz would be waiting inside for an answer and he would have to tell her, again, that his search was in vain. He hated seeing his beautiful wife deteriorate everyday. Dark circles were forming under her eyes from lack of sleep and she wasn't eating enough. But tomorrow would be a new day. He'd leave even earlier and he'd ride out as far as Abilene to find her if he had to.

He walked up the porch steps and through the front door. Hanging his hat and his jacket on the rack. He could smell something cooking, which made his heart light. Perhaps Liz hadn't completely given up hope. "Honey, that soup smells delicious," he said as he rounded the corner to the kitchen.

His heart sunk when he saw her. She was gagged and tied up to one of the kitchen chairs, tears streaming down her face as muffled screams tried to escape. Sitting next to her was a dark haired man, eating a bowl of soup. "Hello Sheriff Forbes," he grinned.

Bill moved forward in an attempt to free his wife when he heard the cock of a gun in his ear. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," said a woman's voice.

"What the hell is this? What's going on?" he asked as he raised his hands.

"If you'd like to have a seat, Sheriff, I'd be happy to explain."

"Who the hell are you?"

"Well don't you recognize me?" he asked and pulled up a familiar Wanted poster for Bill to see.

"The Face." He gulped and nodded at his wife who was frozen in fear. He shot her a small smile hoping that it'd bring her some reassurance that everything was going to be okay.

"Very good," Damon said and propped his feet up on the table and folded his hands in his lap. "You and I need to have a little chat."

"I don't think you and I need to discuss anything until you untie my wife," he sneered.

Damon inhaled sharply thorough his nose and looked at Liz. "Yes, I suppose I could do that. Just the gag though, sweetie, we're gonna go ahead and keep you tied up for safe measure." He untied the fabric from around Liz's mouth.

"Bill. Bill, I'm so frightened," she cried.

"Now there's no need to be frightened, Mrs. Forbes, we're all friends here. Aren't we Lexi?"

"Sure thing, Face. We're just here to have a little chat." Lexi took a seat at the end of the table and placed her gun down. She saw Bill eye her gun but warned him before he got any bright ideas. "Ah-ah-ah Sheriff Forbes, I'm one of the quickest draws in the West, please don't make me put a bullet between your wife's eyes."

"What the hell do you people want?"

"We're not looking for trouble, Sheriff. We're lookin' for answers." The sinister Salvatore stood up, placed both palms down and leaned over the table.

"Answers? Answers about what? What kind of information could I possibly have that you want?"

"Let's just say we're familiar with a friend of yours, a Mr. Mikaelson?"

Liz looked over at her husband. Mr. Mikaelson was a name her family or this town hadn't heard in years. What was this bandit talking about?

"Bill?"

Bill just shook his head. "I think you got the wrong guy."

"Really? Do I still have the wrong guy if I'm able to give you the location of your daughter?"

Both father and mother snapped their heads in his direction. "Excuse me?"

"Yes, dear, sweet Caroline, in the hands of those nasty Demon Dogs."

Bill and Liz looked at each other again. Their worst fear was just confirmed. They knew she must've been taken by the bandits that robbed the bank but to finally be told what bandits were responsible made their stomachs sicken. "What...what do you want?" he asked through chocked back tears.

"Tell me something, Bill, do you know who the Demon Dogs are?"

Bill was perfectly aware of who they were but wasn't about to reveal that to this man, if it ended up being knowledge that would save him in the end. He just shook his head.

"No?" Damon asked and dropped his boots to the floor. "Well that seems odd, since you happen to have a relationship with their father."

"What is he talking about, Bill? What do the Mikaelsons have to do with any of this?"

"Keep quiet, Liz," he spat at his wife. "What do you want Salvatore?"

"I want you to take me to him," Damon said boldly.

Bill couldn't help but chuckle at the request. Nobody just went to see Mikael Mikaelson. He summoned you, that's it. Before he let out his final titter, the hammer of Lexi's gun had been brought back and the barrel was facing him once again. She wasn't kidding about being quick on the draw. Liz squealed and Bill shut his eyes. "I don't know why you think I can take you to see him. He doesn't like people showing up unannounced."

Damon sauntered around the table, smoothing Liz's cheek with the back of his hand as he walked passed her. She flinched at his touch and Bill moved forward in his chair at Damon's intrusion. Lexi's gun came into clearer focus of his peripheral and he clenched his jaw and moved back in to his seat. Damon crouched down next to Bill, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you let me worry about whether it's polite or not to show up unannounced. I have a feeling Mr. Mikaelson is going to like what I have to tell him."

Dream Sequence

He knew it wasn't real. It was a dream. But it didn't stop his senses from overloading on how real she felt.

He could feel the heat from her legs as they wrapped around his waist and the gentle texture of the cotton nightgown bunched up on her thighs. She smelled real too, as the scent of cloves and lavender washed over him. Her honey flavored tongue was wet and warm as it glided between his lips and met his. The palms of her hands ran up his torso before tracing her fingers over his shoulders and down his back. She pressed herself against his bare chest, clinging to his neck and deepening the kiss.

Whatever the herb was that Elena gave to him, he would most assuredly need to thank her for it later. She spoke of finding clarity in his dreams, and this dream was clearly telling him that Caroline was his for the taking.

He let go of the fabric he held tightly in his fists and touched the lengthy stems that were entwining themselves around him. He let out a low moan as the sensation of her bare legs tingled the tips of his fingers and spread a warm desire throughout his body. His hands roamed higher, her nightgown leaving plenty of room for him to explore her upper thighs, her hips and her waist. Every inch of her was intoxicating to the touch. She matched his moaning with a rattled breath when his calloused hands moved to her back and grasped her firm ass.

His hands had traced an image for him of what she looked like, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to see all of her sun-kissed skin and as he pulled her nightgown over her head her nude form was everything he thought it would be. Small waist, long legs, and a pair of perfect breasts that easily fit into his hands. He rolled them under his palms and ran his thumbs over her hardening nipples. She moved forward again and kissed him hungrily. Her breasts pressed flush against him and his fingertips massaged her bare back as her blonde wavy hair draped down and tickled his fingers. Hands exploring and mouths devouring, but he needed to taste more of her; feel more of her. She rolled her head back and his mouth skimmed her jawline before he brought his tongue to the base of her neck and slowly licked and kissed its entire length.

She reached down to unfasten his pants, and Klaus had had enough of her dominance. In a single movement she was on her back. He held one leg in the air as he cradled the nook of her knee in his hands. She looked up at him lustfully, biting her bottom lip before reaching out and burying her hand in his pants once again. This time she found what she was looking for, and her thin delicate hand grabbed hold of him. He groaned at her touch as she released his member from his pants and pumped him fervently.

If there was any doubt before that this was a dream, her actions now confirmed it. Caroline Forbes didn't seem like the type of woman to make these sort of advances, these were the actions of a woman of the night. He suddenly realized that he didn't like the idea of her being one of those tawdry whores. She was clean and pristine, and perfect. The dirty and lustful thoughts that consumed his mind were tarnishing the beautiful blonde before him.

"No." He said to her and halted her actions.

"What's the matter Klaus? I thought you wanted me?" She gazed up at him puzzled.

"I do, Caroline, I do more than you know."

"Then what's the problem?" she asked and made advancements toward his pants once more. Klaus sat up and withdrew away from her. She propped up on her elbows and tilted her head. "Klaus, I'm here. I'm yours. Why won't you have me?"

"Because this isn't you. It's not what you really want, out there," he gestured outside the tent; outside the dream and in reality.

"And how do you know what I really want, Klaus?" She sat up on her knees and moved toward him. The firelight was casting shadows on her body. Flickering and dancing along her curves and causing the sweat beaded on her body to glisten with each movement. "This may be your dream, Klaus, but you wouldn't be having it, if there wasn't a part of you that knew how I felt."

"But, we barely know each other."

"I know you, Klaus," she whispered and placed a hand on his cheek. "I may be in your mind right now, but out there," she gestured outside as he did before, "Out there I'm in your heart. And you are in mine." She pulled him down and crashed her lips against his once more. He sunk to the floor and pulled her close. She didn't give him anymore time to think, let alone talk, before she straddled him as before, only this time she lowered herself on to him.

Her walls clenched his length as she rode him slowly. He held her close and buried his face into her chest as she wrapped her fingers through his curls. It was as though they were one. One body, one soul, and one fluid motion bringing them to the brink of ecstasy. She moaned quietly and gasped as he moved deeper inside of her. She looked down at him, staring intently, and placed her hands on his cheeks as she slid up and down. He guided her hips and focused on her jewel blue eyes, her pink mouth opening to let an inaudible sound of pleasure escape, and her silky tongue dart out to wet her lips.

She leaned forward, nearly at the edge of her release, and kissed him. The tepee walls seemed to close in around them, as they clung to each other tightly, only needing a moment longer. Her gasps became heavier as his thrusts became deeper, until her walls became slick as he filled her completely and she screamed out as he liberated her from her building tension.

They panted in the firelight, allowing the pleasure to wash over them completely. Their foreheads pressed together and she smiled. "Your world is a mess, Klaus. Your gang is disheveled," she whispered. "Your mind is clouded with death and revenge and you have no direction."

He looked at her and smiled. "Is this where the clarity part of the dream comes in?"

She placed her finger on his lips as she did before to quiet him. "You can steal and rob every penny in sight, Klaus, but if you cannot look passed that and find peace within yourself, you will always be running. You will never be happy."

"And how do you propose I find happiness, sweetheart?"

Caroline just shrugged. This was not something she could answer for him. She lifted his chin and smiled at him one last time before pressing her lips gently to his forehead.

"I'm waiting on the other side, Klaus."

(***)

Apache Camp

Caroline came out from Kol's tent and stretched. The evening air rushed over her face, giving her a much needed cool down from the impure thoughts that had taken over. What would Bishop Fell think if he knew what she was thinking? So what if Klaus had grown into a masculine and handsome man? He was a murderer and a thief and a liar and that far outweighs any good looks or family history that they may have. Kol had filled her head with silly ideas. Ideas of a hero and a saint, robbing only those who harmed him or his family. That wasn't the point. It didn't matter if he only killed bad people, he still killed people, and Caroline truly believed that death was to be given by God or sentenced in front of a judge and jury.

To say she was conflicted would be an understatement. On the one hand she wanted to embrace the adventure and the exciting life of the Demon Dogs. But on the other, her morality gently whispered to her, reminding her that no matter how kind they are to her, or how heroic they may seem, they have chosen a life of crime. Perhaps she should've just taken Klaus up on his offer to send her home. Her parents were probably worried sick about her and the Bible does clearly say to "Flee from evil". But she was certain it wasn't evil that was keeping her there.

Was it love? Probably not. She had never been in love before so she wouldn't know. She thought, when she was younger, that she loved Klaus but as she grew into a woman and his memory became more distant, she realized it couldn't have been love that she felt. All she knew was that she was drawn to him.

She told him she would stay and wait for his return. At the time she was so certain that he needed her, that by choosing to stay she was showing him that she believed there was more to him than what he was willing to show her. She shook her head and again she started to think that her silly imagination was running away with her.

Her head grew weary of the internal war brewing inside of her. She didn't need to make a decision right now. She would care for Kol, wait for his return and see what happens. Surely he would still let her go home if that was what she wished.

Caroline walked the distance of the camp, going to the far end to speak with the scout. She was hoping they had good news for her. When she neared the Native man keeping watch at the entrance she froze. Taza turned around at the sound of her approach. Her legs began to shake and she swallowed hard. She was so busy with Kol, and the women of the tribe that she had begun to feel safe. It was stupid of her to not send someone else to get word of Rebekah.

His face was badly bruised. A cut over his left eye and on his bottom lip were still bleeding, and one of his eyes was completely shut and swollen. For a moment Caroline felt regret and a flicker of guilt. He shouldn't have been so rough with her, but she should've known better than to flirt with a man that she didn't know. He didn't speak to her, but instead turned away and walked in the opposite direction.

"Don't worry, he won't be a problem anymore," she heard a man say.

Caroline turned around to see Elijah peering down at her from his horse. "Elijah!" She looked behind him to see if the others had followed.

"Klaus isn't here, nor Elena. I have come with news of Rebekah."

"Is she-"

"She's fine, or at least getting better. No real word on if she'll make it, at least at the time that I left."

Caroline only nodded, noticing Elijah's weariness. "Will the others be returning soon?"

"Yes, ma'am. As soon as Rebekah is out of harms way, I imagine Klaus and Elena will bring her here." He dismounted and grabbed the reins. "Would you take me to my brother please, Caroline?"

"Of course." She took one last glance behind Elijah to be certain he wasn't there. If his absence proved anything to her, it was that it didn't matter if her presence would be something he truly needed, because she knew indefinitely that his presence was something that she longed for, and that was enough for her to stay.

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