A/N: ok so I said that the hallucinations of Caroline weren't going to happen…but Silas is still messing with his mind…making it seem like the splinters are moving towards his heart…so he still will think he is dying…Silas is still in his head….thought I should clear that up
Ok this chapter went up so quickly because the second half of it has been sitting on my computer written for weeks ;)
She was going to have to go see what Klaus needed so badly.
She stormed out of the school frustrated with Klaus's interruption of the planning of prom. What the hell did he want anyways? He made it perfectly clear that she should leave him alone yesterday.
She rolled her eyes and glanced around to see if the coast was clear. No one was around, so she flashed off towards the Mikaelson mansion.
Moments later she stood outside the front door. It was too quiet, like eerily quiet.
Reaching forward she grasped the doorknob and pushed the door open. She walked across the threshold, letting the door slam shut behind her.
"Hello?" she called out uncertainly as she stepped into the foyer. She glanced around and noticed that there was a trail of knocked over things leading into the other room. She hesitantly followed the trail, not knowing what to expect on the other end of it. Klaus could still be furious with her and could have thrown a temper tantrum when he got home—throwing furniture everywhere.
"Klaus?" she asked as she followed the trail around the corner and into his parlor.
She froze in her tracks in the doorway. Klaus sat on the ground covered in a sheen of sweat, shirtless, his knees pulled up with his arms hanging off of them. He was staring at the floor between his legs, where a bloodied pair of pruning shears sat next to his phone.
"Klaus?" she asked again, uncertainty still audible in her voice.
Klaus's head snapped up as he realized that Caroline was actually standing there calling his name, he wasn't imagining it.
"Caroline?" he whispered hoarsely. His throat was slightly raw from his constant roars of pain. He had been sitting on the ground for the past half an hour or so trying to keep as still as possible.
Klaus had stopped trying to get the stake out on his own as soon has he had felt it splintering. The pieces were now closer to his heart than he was comfortable with. He could die if one of those splinters pierced his heart—so he sat and waited for someone. For Caroline to come help him.
And he hated how pathetic and weak he was in this moment. He had always believed himself invincible—aside from the stake his father had chased him down with. He was always untouchable, and above everyone.
But now, he was on the verge of dying—if he moved the wrong way one of those splinters could pierce his heart. Ending his existence—and his entire bloodline.
He was terrified. He hated being weak. It was the thing he had hated about being human—he had been weak and powerless. And now as he sat there staring at his blood on the floor and shears—he realized he had another fear.
A fear of what would happen to Caroline.
Love was a weakness—he had once believed that it was nothing more than that. And now as he sat there thinking about the splinter sitting inches from his heart—he feared for Caroline. She was too pure and good to die for his arrogance and stupidity.
"What the hell is going on?" she asked, stepping closer cautiously. The blood wasn't only on the tips of the shears, it was on the floor in a puddle—and on the desk in the corner. There was a bloodied handprint on the wall near the fireplace. She glanced at his hands and saw his fingers coated in blood. Why was there so much blood?
"Silas stabbed me," Klaus said, his voice shaking with the effort of talking and the pain it brought. "There is a piece of white oak in my back, and the splinters are close to my heart."
Caroline's eyes widened. She had stupidly believed that he had been calling her for some selfish reason. But really he was sitting here dying. And if he died—they all died.
Immediately she was in fix it mode—something that she was all too comfortable reverting back to in times of distress or discomfort. She walked around behind him and looked at his back where he said he had been stabbed.
His back look untouched, aside from the patch of blood smeared to the left of his right shoulder blade.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked calmly reaching out and letting her fingers brush across the bloodied spot on his back.
He flinched as her fingers brushed the skin covering the stake. He feared moving would dislodge a splinter and kill him.
"Take these shears and dig it out," he said slowly. "I don't want to move and cause the splinter to pierce my heart."
She took in a deep breath, if she screwed this up—they were all dead.
She walked around him and squatted down to his level.
Caroline suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to touch him. So she did.
She reached out with her right hand and tenderly cupped his cheek, lifting his face to look at it. She could see the fear in his eyes and that shook her to her core. He was afraid. Klaus, the almighty hybrid was afraid.
She lifted her left hand and ran her fingers through the sweaty matted curls on the left side of his head. They continued to stare into each other's eyes for a moment. Emotions started bubbling to the surface trying to break free of the off switch. Never before had someone put this much trust in her.
Caroline let her thumb graze across his cheek and let her fingers run through his hair one last time before she grabbed the shears and stood. She walked behind him again and sat on her knees behind him. She ran her fingers gently over the skin that covered the stake.
"I'm sorry," she whispered as she raised the sharp tool to his back and let the point sit at the edge of his skin.
Klaus let out a groan as she pressed the blade into his back. At least she would probably be able to pull it out soon—unlike his countless earlier attempts.
"Sorry," she whispered again as he groaned in pain.
She dug the blade in further and then used her other hand to pull the skin back. As disgusting as this was, his life was more important than her inability to stomach digging into his flesh.
She swallowed thickly as the scent of his fresh blood filled the air. It smelled intoxicating and memories surfaced of her drinking that same blood from his vein.
Caroline shook her head, she needed to get the stake out—not be consumed by her lust of his blood.
She dug the shears in further wincing at the sound of the metal scraping against his rib bones.
"I can't see anything" she said moving her face closer to the hole in his back. All she could see was blood, skin, muscle and rib bones—and—wait what was that?
"Wait," she said suddenly, "I think I see the stake"
"Hurry I can feel the splinters moving," Klaus urged as he felt her fingers dig into his back and feel around. It was the most curiously pleasant and painful feeling to have her fingers digging in his back.
Caroline let out a little squeak of surprise as she was able to wrap her fingers around the piece of stake and then yank it backwards and clean out of his back.
Klaus let out a sigh of relief as the piece of wood was removed from his back. He then frowned as he could no longer feel the splinters.
"Caroline," Klaus said, "does the stake look splintered?"
Caroline studied the stake. It was coated in his blood—it was the unbreakable stake that Ester had made. How the hell had Silas broken it off in Klaus's back? Aside from the broken end, the stake was flawless—not a splinter out of place.
"No, there isn't a single splinter," she said as she stood and walked around in front of him. She held out the stake and he slowly took it to study it for himself.
Klaus looked at the flawless piece of wood in his hand. There were no splinters. He had imagined the whole thing—he hadn't been an inch from death.
He stood slowly and stepped towards Caroline. She looked at him with uncertainty in her eyes, she seemed conflicted.
"He was in my head," Klaus said raising a shaky hand to his temple. "Silas made me believe that there were splinters about to pierce my heart and kill me."
He turned and tossed the stake onto the table that held the alcohol he had gulped down earlier. Turning back to Caroline he grabbed her hand that was covered in his blood and held it between his own.
"You brought me back," he whispered softly, meeting her eyes.
He was trembling. To think this man who had murdered thousands of people could be reduced to this trembling mess by Silas was terrifying. What could he do to the rest of them if the untouchable Klaus was able to be manipulated by Silas?
She looked down at the hand he held between his. She had brought him back—he had trusted her to sit behind him with a weapon dug into his back. He had called her when he needed help. She was surprised with herself that she had actually helped him. Not too long ago she had stood in Elena's kitchen, and told him that she would never help him. But she wanted to—there was more to Klaus than the evil original hybrid that tormented her and her friends.
She took one of the hands holding hers and squeezed it. She then led him to the couch on the other side of the room, near the warm fire.
She knew that after tonight his walls would go back up and he would no longer be this vulnerable.
Caroline sat down on the soft couch and tugged him down beside her and as he sat she lied back and pulled him with her as well. His face rested against her breasts as he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her tight to him. She ran her fingers through his damp curls in a soothing manner.
She didn't know what compelled her to want to comfort him. She had been so happy to turn her emotions off. To not care. But having Klaus wrapped around her in such an intimate and comforted manner made her want to connect with him. To take him up on his offer to get to know him. Clearly there was more behind that big bad façade that he put on for everyone else.
Could it really be that bad to turn her emotions back on? It's not like they were really off to start with. Just dulled. It's not like she hadn't put on a brave face and pushed all the stuff she had been through to the back of her mind before.
She was being selfish. The fact that there weren't emotions warping her judgment was making her realize just how selfish she was being. Selfish was not something Caroline did, she was the selfless one—the one who did anything for her friends, from being bait to getting kidnapped. Sure every once and a while she wanted something for herself, but when it came to the messes that her and her friends tended to get into—she was always there offering up her help. They had Silas to deal with and both Stefan and Klaus were spending too much of their time trying to get her to turn her humanity back on. She wasn't helping, she was doing the opposite.
Klaus's even breathing pulled her from her thoughts—he had fallen asleep against her. She continued to run her fingers through his curls as she studied his face. He looked so peaceful and young when he was sleeping. His eyebrows relaxed and his lips parted slightly as he breathed. She had never been this close to him—at least not with an opportunity to observe him so freely.
This Silas stuff was serious. The big bad original hybrid was vulnerable and in need of comfort after his encounter with Silas. That just showed how serious it was. She could deal with all her emotional shit later.
She sighed. Click.
The first emotion that flooded through her exhausted body was—warmth?
She was content lying here with Klaus wrapped around her. Tomorrow she would have to face the music, and the fact that she was lying here wrapped around Klaus—the man who had caused her and her friends so much pain. As much as she knew this was wrong, she just wanted to relish in the moment—just for one night.
She scooted down into the pillow a little further and let her eyes slowly drift shut, all the while running her fingers soothingly through his hair.
A/N: Teheheheheh She turned it back on! Don't worry Klaus will find out in the next chapter ;)
Btw the canon events of Stefan, Elijah and Rebekah that happened in 4x18 happened in my story…I just didn't cover them…and Elijah and Rebekah are on their way to Mystic Falls as Klaus and Caroline are sleeping…so no Klaus/Elijah phone call ;)
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