A human Caroline meets her fate on the cold stone steps of Notre Dame de Paris by the hands of the monster of the night.
She raced through the snowed covered streets the moonlight reflecting off it to provide her world with an eerie illumination for the quiet night. The only sound as she fumbled through the streets was the frantic slap of her feet crunching in the fresh snow and the heavy panting of her lungs.
Caroline was almost there; she could see the cathedral growing closer. He could not follow in there surely, he was a monster and that was a house of God. It could not be tainted by the devil. Her salvation was meters from her, the massive wooden door of Norte Dame looming over the skyline.
Reaching the door, Caroline banged on the door of the ancient building screaming for the bishop, or anyone else to let her in. The door was locked; it is well into the early hours of the bleak winter morning. A dark chuckle echoed behind her, fear freezing her heart at the recognition of the devil hunting her down.
"What's this a little blonde angel come to beg her Lord to save her?" he mocked her.
Caroline closed her eyes, no one was going to save her, no sounds of the bishop or priests moved towards the door, no one would give her sanctuary. It was a mistake to close her eyes thick darkness creeping in and stilling her human heart.
Gathering her courage she flashed open her eyes blue flames lighting the darkness cast by Lord Niklaus, the monster towering over her frame, pressing her lithe body against the door.
"You are not my Lord." She spat out glaring into his cold mask focusing on him being a monster not the most handsome man who ever spoke to her.
A smirk broke across his face, his own blue eyes dancing in mirth, "No, but you will call for him in the last moments."
"I will not beg for death," Caroline retorted. She had one last hope, a small knife her father entrusted to her years ago.
Niklaus leaned in closer brushing his mouth down pale skin of her slender neck eliciting a shiver from Caroline. Caroline felt her body betraying her, the intimate touch of the beast quickening the pulse of her weak heart.
Fumbling around in the folds of her skirt she finally strayed across cold iron. Letting Niklaus continue his caresses on her neck and the searing kisses on her collarbone she flashed the small blade as fast as she could at his neck, sinking it into his skin.
A grunt of pain wrenched Niklaus back, blood pouring forth from the wound staining his neck and the collar of his shirt. Caroline widened her eyes, horrified that he was still standing. The horror melted to dread as Niklaus simply pulled the small blade from his neck, his blood escaping from the wound at an alarming rate, staining the snow and the stone steps Caroline tried to find refuge on.
"That's not possible," she cried, furious that her attempt failed.
Klaus chuckled maliciously, "You shouldn't have done that sweetheart."
Caroline watched in morbid fascination to see his skin piece together by some strange witchcraft. Klaus rolled his neck back and forth, faint popping sounds echoing in the bitter night. Stalking into Caroline she pressed herself against the door, desperately trying to melt into the door and calm the frantic pattern of her heartbeat.
Pain flashed across her body, Niklaus sinking his fangs into her neck, draining her of the precious liquid needed for life. Caroline felt herself grow dizzy looking out into the churchyard square, unable to move. Niklaus was pressed against her, his fiery body counteracting the numbness spreading as her heart slowed. Caroline never whimpered under the deadly touch of the dark Lord of the night, her light staying on the steps of Notre Dame long after her empty body was abandoned by the vampire who stole her soul.