Dying Dreams

I'll get back to your requests in a moment, I just had an idea. Angst, smut, character death.

Caroline had written her last letters, had said her goodbyes to every single person that she cared about. Except one.

She was dying, she knew it, and there was no way to stop the witches spell that she had stepped in front of. Bonnie had no clue as to the nature of the spell, and thus could not reverse its effects. Caroline wasn't sure how long she had left, but she knew that she had to make sure everyone knew how much she loved and cared for them. Including the man she had spurned.

Damon explained to her the concept of dream-sharing, and though neither of them were sure of the parameters of it or if she would even be able to gain access to his mind, she had to try. She would never forgive herself if she didn't at least try.

Falling asleep was easy, controlling her thoughts once she was asleep was the harder part. Still, it was as if a part of her knew the importance of her mission, and she found that her mind was still active and working, and she let the tendrils of her thoughts spread out, like Damon had taught her, searching for his.

She found him with relative ease, and she was unsure if it was because of her own emotions for him or his emotions for her. Caroline found that the same could be said when she entered his mind.

"Oh, there you are love." Caroline was face to face with Klaus, the man she had run from, the man she had left over and over again, and all she saw in his face was love and desire.

"Klaus." She breathed in response, practically running into his outstretched arms. Caroline's hands reached up, tangling in his curls, and she pulled his head down to hers, pressing her lips to his, pressing her body into his, trying to get as close to him as she could.

She was thankful that it was a dream, technically speaking, and thus was easily manipulated. Their clothes were gone with little thought as he picked her up and tossed her lightly onto the now waiting bed.

Caroline waited with bated breath as he kissed his way up her body, stopping to pay special attention to her hardened nipples, before finding her lips once more as he brushed the hair out of her face. His hard length pressed against the outside of her thigh, and the gasp the feeling caused allowed him to enter his tongue into her willing mouth.

She hadn't realized how much she had missed this in all the years she spent running from him, running from her feelings, until this moment. She had missed how he loved her body, worshiped her, made her feel like a queen.

Klaus moved, positioning himself at her opening, and she whined in protest, not wanting the night to go as quickly as all that. "If we don't move fast, you always end up leaving too soon."

Caroline realized then how much hurt her running had caused him. He must of dreamed of her quite often to know something like that, and so she nodded her head, grabbing his head once more, kissing him passionately as he slowly eased into her. He set a leisurely pace, pulling almost all the way out of her before thrusting back in. She soon found herself attempting to quicken his pace, bringing her hips up to meet him thrust for thrust, and he pulled away from her lips roughly, growling against her throat as he thrust harder.

Her pleasure swept over her at the feeling of Klaus spilling into her, and they clung to each other. Caroline relished in this; she had not felt this loved and cared for in years.

When both their heart rates calmed and their breathing slowed, he rolled them over, still keeping their bodies connected. She could have cried right then and there, knowing what she had done to him. That he counted on dreams to feel her. She had to tell him that she was dying; she hadn't planned on it, but she needed to.

Caroline propped herself up, and he looked down at her questioningly. "It's really me Klaus. I-I sent you this dream I mean. I'm," She had to pause for a moment, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. "I'm dying Klaus, and I couldn't let that happen without you knowing how much I love you, and how I have regretted every day that I missed with you."

"You're dying?" He asked, a cold fury in his voice.

She nodded in affirmation, watching as tears formed in his eyes. "No."

"No?"

"You can't leave me Caroline. I-I need you. I won't live in a world where you don't exist."

"Yes you will. I need you to. I need you to go to all the places you told me about and think about me. I need you to be happy and move on, and mend fences with your siblings. I want you to live Nik. Live for me."

Tears were now pouring unabashedly down both their faces, and he nodded in affirmation at her words, sitting up and kissing her, one final time. Her control was slipping, and she knew that this exercise had taken a lot out of her. She pulled away slowly, with much regret. "I love you."

"I love you." Her heart lept, that was the first time he had ever actually said the words to her, and she wished that it had been under better circumstances. That she had not been dying.

"Klaus. Klaus!" Stefan shouted as the hybrid tore into the room, finding her there, cold, lifeless, and grey, clutching the bracelet he had given her the night he had saved her in her hand.

He pushed Stefan out of the room, throwing the door closed. Then, and only then, did he approach his lost love, falling by her bedside and allowing the silent tears to trickle down his face.

She was truly gone.

A/N: I'm just going to go write more smut so you all don't hate me.