Here is the second half of the drabble-Caroline remembers. Enjoy!
Caroline jerked from her sleep, panting heavily. She quickly scrambled out of bed and frantically began writing down the series of images from her mind. Pushing sweaty curls from her face, Caroline set down the pencil and looked at what she wrote. She sighed in frustration, nothing made sense still. She couldn't fill in the gap in her memory and figure who Klaus was. She sat there staring at the clippings of paper she had tacked to her wall; if a stranger had walked in they would have thought she was some crazed conspiracy buff.
For months now vivid dreams plagued her sleep, all because of those seven words on a slip of paper Klaus left for her. Some dreams were good images of her and a man in bed together, traveling, a giant wolf protecting her from an unknown assailant and other dreams were bad like tonight's-scenes of her being under intense torture, blood covering everything, Klaus screaming her name. None of it made sense anymore and it was slowly driving Caroline insane.
Flinging the pencil in anger it bounced off the wall and lodged itself under her bed. Too tired and cranky she simply picked up the bed grateful her blinds were closed and no one could see her display of strength. She spied the pencil right next to the carved box with her initials. She hadn't looked at it since Klaus had left her the note. Picking up the box and setting it down on the bed, she snuggled back under the covers. The drawings would help her mind relax and go to sleep.
She studied each one, never noticing the time passing. Caroline was completely mesmerized, running long fingers over the charcoal lines. Pictures of her dancing in her underwear made her laugh or the ones with her wearing nothing at all gave her cheeks a nice rosy color. There were so many of them, but her favorite was one of her sleeping in a man's arms whose face was shadowed by her hair. She looked peaceful and content; whoever the man was she was happy with him.
"He's not bluffing!" Caroline screamed at Klaus.
Klaus was chained to a chair with vervain ropes, the white oak stake locked precariously above his heart. Every movement drove the stake closer, slicing the surface of his skin in tortuous slivers.
"I won't lose you," he let out through clenched teeth.
Caroline was crying, her makeup smeared all over her face. Her body was too weak and she could hardly stand. "I'm not worth it," she choked out.
Tortured for two weeks and then used as bait to lure him in for a rescue she had just been given the price of his freedom. Either Klaus give her up or she watched him die.
Klaus struggled against his restraints, eyes livid. "Don't you ever think that."
"It's not your choice to make," Caroline whispered knowing he heard her.
Caroline gasped, scattering the drawings. She placed a hand over her dead heart and realized she was crying. It had been a dream; she must have fallen asleep from exhaustion. Replaying it in her head, it finally dawned on her. The nights of dreams weren't dreams at all but memories; memories of her life with Klaus.
"Klaus," she moaned placing a hand over her mouth.
She had to find him. With a blur of speed she ran out of the house not bothering to find clothes or shoes. Dawn was approaching and the streets were filling with early morning commuters but she paid them no attention. Running through different neighborhoods she slowed down in Notting Hill, honing her senses. Suddenly Caroline found herself in front of a trendy home, the place covered in Klaus' scent.
Nerves gripped her, she was wearing nothing but a revealing nightgown but she didn't care. Taking a deep breath she slipped quietly inside listening for Klaus. She could hear the steady rise and fall of his chest from a room upstairs. Before she could take a step towards the staircase, her face was up against the front door and trapped by someone much stronger than her.
Klaus was growling in her ear, tightly gripping her wrist and shoving her arm painfully high up her back. The minute the throbbing started it stopped and Caroline found herself free. Slowly turning around Caroline saw Klaus three feet away with a rapidly disappearing wild expression. He retracted his fangs and stared at her in disbelief.
"Caroline?" he whispered as if trying to believe she was really there.
Caroline bobbed her head, biting her bottom lip. Again Caroline was pinned but this time it was his lips attacking hers. She whimpered at the contact, his lips skillfully undoing her. Caroline fell against the door. The only thing holding her up was Klaus pressing against the curves of her body. Panting heavily Klaus broke from her lips, leaning back just far enough that he could clearly see into her eyes.
"Caroline," he murmured as if her name was the desperate prayer of a dying man.
She didn't know if she wanted to cry or laugh so instead she kissed him again. All the dreams of kissing him since that night at fashion week were nothing compared to the real thing. His tongue in her mouth made her heady and deliciously dizzy, her only line of thinking to push for more of him. Before she completely lost it she wrenched herself away from him, earning a growl in protest. Klaus settled for nibbling down her throat, sending waves of heat crashing through Caroline. She moaned in pleasure at the sensation but grabbed his head so his eyes were level with hers.
"Don't ever let me do that again, it's been twelve years," she demanded.
Klaus slammed his hips against hers, grinding perfectly against her and eliciting a squeak from her. "You won't love."
He picking her up and Caroline clinging to his neck and he flashed them both upstairs. As he threw her on the bed Caroline saw the same seven words written on a paper on the nightstand. She smiled warmly, they had been her words not his.
Caroline was frantically searching for her purse that was in the corner of the dank prison. Dumping the contents on the floor she spied her compact mirror and snatched it up. Klaus eyed her movements from his position to see her grab the mirror and open it, holding it eye level with her eyes. His furious look dropped in realization of what she was about to do.
"Caroline no! You cannot compel yourself. You could erase your entire life on accident."
He was jerking through the vervain ropes, skin falling away, blood running down his arms and almost freeing himself but the stake stopped him. It pierced deeper just centimeters from his heart; any other movement would instantly kill him.
Caroline turned to him, letting a single tear run down her filthy cheek. "To save you, I could do anything."