Silas finds Caroline and she runs to Klaus
Caroline stretched her arms above her head, arching her back. She rubbed her temples in frustration over the book and notepad in front of her. Disgruntled with her lack of progress on her calculus homework, she stood up to gather her thoughts. It was a quiet night; nothing had happened for days, something that rarely happened in Mystic Falls.
She ventured into the kitchen, munchies getting the best of her. It was quiet and lonely in the house, her mom once again gone. Opening the pantry door, she welcomed the familiar squeak of the hinges. It was nice to have something else in the house make a noise, it was too quiet.
Caroline
She whipped around from the pantry, dropping the chip bag she had in her hand. Fangs out ready to take down the slight sound echoing off the walls. Nothing was there. It didn't stop the furious pacing of her heart, the thunderous pounding in her chest from gripping her in fear. Reaching out with her vampire hearing Caroline strained for the source of her name.
She could only hear the slight intake of the air from the central air system circulating through the house and the muffled noises of the night outside, nothing else. Caroline let a breath out, retracting her fangs.
"Get a hold of yourself Caroline; you aren't afraid of the some little noise. You're a vampire remember?" she chided herself out a loud.
The need to hear something break the silence of the room was overwhelming and gently started humming to herself boost her confidence. She bent down to retrieve her fallen snack.
"Then what do you fear Miss Forbes?"
Caroline froze mid-step, still crouched down hand crushing the chips in shock. Determined to face whatever it was that just spoke she slowly stood up trying to think through the fastest escape. Her eyes connected with a man in the room and a beautiful one at that. Caroline gulped; she knew how to handle handsome men who were devils in disguise.
He leaned casually on the counter, intensely following her every movement upward. His dark skin almost made her think he was Italian but she couldn't be sure, his eyes and hair as black as the night sky outside. Squaring her shoulders, she determined to show the intruder nothing. She was the vampire and could handle herself.
"I don't know who you are or how you know my name but I suggest you get out of my house immediately. My mom is the Sheriff and I don't do creepy stalker guys." she hissed at him.
Her fangs ached to find release again, her heightened fear driving her feral instinct to eliminate the threat. Instead she settled with the steeliest glare she could muster.
The man laughed at her actions.
"I could snap in one hand, little one. Do yourself a favor and stand down before I rip your fangs out and fashion them as necklace. Bonnie has told me so much about you; it would be a shame to mar such a pretty face."
Caroline faltered, Bonnie? Bonnie told him-
She gasped and immediately tensed, "You're Silas."
"Bravo, my dear. You've found me out. Such a smart head on your shoulders, no wonder he likes you."
Her eyes widened a fraction. "I don't know what you are talking about."
Silas was in front of her before she could blink her eyes. The adrenalin shot up her spine paralyzing her, his whole presence oozing with a power that wasn't natural even for witches. He stepped forward and she stepped back, reaching behind her for anything to grasp. She didn't know how to kill the oldest immortal being alive, let along understand why he was in her kitchen.
Glittering madness twinkled in his coal eyes as he raised a hand up and to wave his finger back and forth, "Tsk, tsk. No lying allowed little one. We both know a certain hybrid has affection for you. A certain hybrid I'm very eager to meet."
Caroline's heart sank as her backside bumped against the space behind her-the fridge. There was nothing that could help her unless….
"Please, get over yourself. Why would he ever want to know you?" Caroline spit back meeting his eyes straight on.
He smiled, "Well, aren't you saucy."
Caroline wanted to throw up. Silas drifted his gaze down her body with lustful eyes, and reached up a hand towards Caroline's hair.
"Such beauty, such intelligence, such independence; you remind me of my lost love. Change the eye color and you could be her."
Silas' eyes softened for the slightest moment at the mention of his past lover. Caroline attempted to not roll her eyes. Of course she reminded him of her. Once again a freakishly old supernatural creature was attracted to her, expect this time there was no way in hell she was going to ever return the attraction.
Caroline smiled sweetly pouring all the fake sincerity she could into her statement. "Sorry, I already have one serial killer stalker, I don't need another one."
With a hard forward thrust of her body, Caroline shoved the man as far as she could from her and ran.
Blurring out of the house, she pushed herself towards Klaus' home. The two of them might be some awkward mess of emotions but Caroline knew without a doubt the only place she would be safe was with him. But that meant running ten miles without getting caught by Silas.
There was no light; storm clouds blanketed the night sky and covered the moon's glow. Caroline shuddered. She had two options, woods or through town. The woods meant cover of darkness and the fastest path but no light from the moon meant the shadows would be thick and impenetrable for even her eye sight. Town meant the slower path but had the safety of people and light. It almost meant the risk of exposure and possible innocents in the crossfire. Without a second thought she ran into the woods, careless of the noise she was making.
No noise followed her though, but she paid no heed pressing faster to her goal. The lights of the Mikaelson Manor started to peer through the trees, after a minute and Caroline let herself breathe. But in her excitement lost her focus and promptly tripped over an unknown object in the dark.
"Ahh!" she yelped tumbling headfirst into the darkness colliding with the hard ground.
She brushed herself off and stood up, grateful there were no other sounds. Then she froze with a thought. There was no sound at all. No owls, no cricket lullabies, not even the eerie whistle of the wind through the pines.
"You never did answer my question. What scares you Miss Forbes?"
His voice was the solitary sound in the trees. Caroline dropped back to the ground, curling under the brush. She prayed it didn't have poison oak growing in it. Silas was as quiet as Klaus could be; he had been on her heels the whole time. Caroline clenched her eyes shut and cursed inwardly.
"Not going to answer?" He called out. The voice was to the left, far enough she had to use her supernatural hearing.
She heard him sigh, "No matter, I shall have to guess then. I do love games."
He was mocking her and it made her sick.
Silas' voice drawled on, this time closer but on the right, "I thought perhaps it was the dark that you feared, but you choose to run into the woods and not the safety of town. Smart girl, I would have just killed whoever got in my path."
Caroline peered into the black off to the right, trying to pick out where he was. She could hear nothing and that scared her.
"I can hear the pounding in your heart, it betrays you."
The dark chuckled echoed in the trees, the wind returning to carry it. It confused her as to where he really was. She thought he was standing a couple hundred feet behind her now, but she wasn't sure.
"Feel your pulse race, Miss Forbes," he taunted, "Let the fear crawl up your spine despite your efforts to push it down. You are quite the valiant fighter I must say. However your nerves are beginning to tingle in anticipation trying to guess where the next sound will come from."
A twig snapped to Caroline's left and her head twisted in that direction. Her body was betraying her just like Silas described.
"Aw, there it is. Feel that spike? Now your adrenal glands are producing your flight or fight response. Do you hide or do you run?"
Silas kept playing with her and she knew it was in an effort to discombobulate her. Caroline vehemently tried to push his words aside. She had to go get help; she wasn't going to last much longer. Silas had successfully confused her because he seemed to be everywhere and nowhere all at the same time.
She tensed on all fours as slowly as she could to not betray her position. She strained her ears. All movement stopped in the dark. Even her unnaturally gifted eyesight could see nothing in the shroud of darkness.
Breathe she told herself.
She risked a long breath to steady herself the exhale of her lungs to faint whisper. Between the pitch black of night and confusion as to where Silas was, she was rightfully scared. Paranoia that he was would jump out at any second paralyzed her.
"Caroline, sweet Caroline. Come out, come out where ever you are. You have such beautiful hair. Can't I run my fingers through it? It has been far too long since I have felt the touch of a woman and you do look so like my sweet love."
Caroline fought the bile in her throat. He was disgusting. It took great effort to not snap back at him. Silas had taunted her enough and she was tired of being scared. She dug into the dirt, a whistle through the trees shrilling in the night. Her heart jumped, the harshness of the mocking wind crumpling her resolve once more. She was a vampire for crying out a loud, she was tougher than this.
Caroline braced herself it was now or never. Klaus' house was almost close enough that he would be able to smell her in a few hundred yards.
Get to Klaus. Get to Klaus. Get to Klaus.
Ignoring everything she pounced up and ran with all her strength.
She never had a chance.
Caroline was flat on her back shoved back into the dirt, a heavy body pressing against her and a hand clamped over her mouth. She fought with everything she had straining to break free.
"Caroline," the voice sternly whispered in her ear.
She stilled immediately, never so relieved to hear his husky voice in her life. It was Klaus. The pounding in her chest slowed, and she curled into his chest. She didn't care what it meant, just that he was there. He released his hand from her mouth, bringing it up to brush the hair from her face. Then Klaus' lips grazed across her forehand, the press of his lips sending her heart racing for another reason.
"You're safe, it's me."
Caroline was no longer afraid.