Anon request: Caroline as Queen of the Vampires
*This is much different than anything else I have written but I had tons of fun writing it. Told from the perspective of a newly created vampire.
It was the smell of fresh air that awoke him, a crisp sweet air. A smell he had not had the joy of having since he was a little boy. Fluttering his eyes open, he was puzzled by the sight above him, the domed ceiling in the style of years gone by, décor that only museums displayed now.
Struggling to understand what on earth happened, he rubbed a calloused hand over his eyes hoping the motion would alert his body to what took place. Nothing came to mind. Then out of the corner of his eye he noticed a wisp of gold hair belonging to a woman sitting in a chair across the room.
Shooting up from the couch he was laying on, he fumbled over himself and crashed to the ground. He grunted as his pot belly cushioned his fall, the woman sitting in her chair stifling a small giggle behind her fingers. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, her long creamy legs crossed at the ankles running up before being tucked underneath a pale blue dress, the dress hugging more delicate curves of her lithe form.
He gulped, noticing her shoulders bare as the collar of the dress wrapped high around her neck framing a face he would never a forget. He had seen that face before, as a child when he was in school but he couldn't peg it. It was then that it hit him, "You-you…I can't believe….you're her aren't you?"
It was rushed and stumbled out, he was tripping all over his words understanding who he was sitting in the room with. He had such the school boy crush her as a child.
The woman smiled brightly, "I'm not sure what you mean, but my name is Caroline. Why don't you tell me yours?"
"Troy Fischer, reporter for the United," he shot out in one breath.
He knew his mouth was hanging open but he didn't care, the awe of the moment was too strong. She existed- if she existed then that meant her mate was alive as well, the hybrid. Troy scratched his balding head in wonderment.
"You're alive? I thought everyone had died out after the last war. I mean you are the reason, I mean to say is…"
Caroline's smiled dropped a little, standing up from the chair the train of her dress trailing behind her. She crossed the room towards the glass wall on the far side, gazing out at the world outside the room. Troy followed behind her too lost to do anything else.
He followed her gaze, finally realizing where he was. The world outside was nothing but blue sky and white clouds, peaceful and serene. There was no sign of land, no sign of the city, and no sign of the utter destruction below them. Light glinted off the chrome metal outside; ships flying in and out of the cloud bank from the dark of space above to the crowed cities below. Only the wealthiest of people could afford to live this high up, only they could afford the clean air and luxury. Anyone else who wanted to have the experience of clean air had to leave Earth for terra formed colonies across space and even that was expensive for most.
But she only looked to be about eighteen, no more than twenty at most, the light catching her face and reflecting beautiful skin that did not know harshness of the world below.
"It's rude to stare," she commented, not looking at him, her eyes still fixated on some speck in the distance.
"But you are so young looking? How can you afford this place?" he asked. He knew the answers but that did not stop him from asking.
Caroline stiffened, lips drawing in a tight line. "Do not be fooled by appearances."
Troy nodded; it really was her, queen of the vampires, the last remaining queen of Earth. Troy scratched his head again, trying to remember his history from grade school. Vampires had come into power after the twenty-eight century after they saved the world from the immortal Silas.
"You must be what at least 2,000 years old?" he spoke before realizing the words were spoken aloud.
Caroline grimaced, "You don't ask a lady her age. I'm starting to regret saving you, my husband thought I should just leave you but I couldn't. But in answer to your question, I am 2,457 years old."
Troy's mouth dropped open again. It seemed to be the permanent expression he was going to wear around this woman. But then he back tracked on her words suddenly, saved him? How had she saved him? He tilted his head to the side trying to remember. He couldn't. "Wait, what happened to me?"
Caroline groaned, "I hate it when this happens. You would think after all this time I would get used to it but nope every time, ugh."
Walking over to a small fridge on the far side of the lounge she pulled out a bag of red liquid, Troy watching her and instantly feeling an intense hunger as he saw the bag clutched in her hand. A piercing pain shot through his gums, as the aging man felt his teeth elongate and his eyes clouding over in deep redness. The sweet smell perfumed the air from the bag she was holding and Troy held himself back with every ounce of restraint wanting the bag desperately.
Caroline smirked at his reaction, tossed it towards him; Troy caught it in a clean stroke. He ripped open the top and tipped the contents into his mouth. As he greedily sucked down the liquid Caroline sat down with a bored expression, her eyes flicking to the door as if waiting for someone to come in.
Troy was too consumed in his thirst to notice a man walk into the room, his hands clasped behind his back and a devilish grin plastered on his face. As Troy finally finished his bag, the redness receded and his vision cleared allowing him to clearing see around the room. He jumped startled to see the man staring adoringly at Caroline.
The newcomer tore his gaze from Caroline, his face dropping into a cold mask that chilled Troy's insides. Troy's breath caught on something in his throat, the black of the man's eyes suffocating him-so this must be Niklaus Mikaelson.
"So this is the man that I said not to bother with?" he asked glancing over Troy taking in his frumpy appearance.
Troy could tell the question was directed at Caroline, as she stood up to join Klaus' side resting her chin on his shoulder. "He is seriously standing right here and still hasn't figure it out."
Troy watched Klaus give Caroline a mocking glare, to which Caroline rolled her eyes.
"Meet Troy Fischer and he is a reporter. It's been a long time since we have had a reporter in out ranks."
Klaus growled, turning slightly to Caroline. "There is a reason why, sweetheart."
Caroline's shoulders slumped forward, pursing her lips at Klaus. "Yeah well, you can always try again, besides that was over two hundred years ago. Get over it."
She scoffed at him and removed her chin from his shoulder, turning to Troy. "Do you remember at all what happened last night?"
Troy furrowed his brow trying to recollect his last memory, there had been dinner and walking in the crowded tunnel, seeing a woman about to be attacked by some man, rushing at the attacker, searing pain, and then blackness. He continued to mull over the events that happened since he woke up to find himself in one of the richest homes on the planet. Blood, he drank blood and liked it, that was what had been in the bag. He didn't even realize it until after the fact which meant-
"Oh frack I'm done for. My wife hates vampires." he held his hand up to his forehead dazed, trying to find the couch he had woken up on. His legs hit the back of the couch and he crumpled onto it.
Klaus was chuckling, "Well it would appear that you have a brain after all. Didn't think that most reporters these days had much of one after the rubbish I see printed everywhere. You can just always drain your wife in the next argument."
"Klaus, give him a break he is still trying to process everything," Caroline snapped out.
"I'm merely making an observation, love. No need to get defensive," he smoothly retorted.
Troy watched the two interact, too shocked to do anything else. The two continued their banter, the words rolling on their tongues so easily it could have been mistaken for a well rehearsed dance. He was sitting in the room with the two most powerful people, well supernaturals, on Earth and they were bickering back and forth ignorant of his presence.
Suddenly they were in each other's faces, still carrying on and Troy didn't even bother to keep up. He watched the dark glinting maniac of Klaus' eye twitch madly as Caroline called him a jerk, a word Troy wasn't familiar with but the word seemed to be negative, based on the redness creeping up Klaus' neck at the sound.
Just when Troy thought Klaus was going to burst from his body and lash out dangerously, Caroline stopped mid-sentence grabbing the man by the front of his shirt crushing her lips on his in a ferocious strength. Troy watched long enough to see Klaus return with equal passion, wrapping his hands in Caroline's waves, before Troy felt out of place and resorted to staring up at the ceiling.
Trying to block out the sound of their physical display Troy imagined if they had been human, Caroline could have been old enough to his daughter. The idea shook him, a small shudder escaping his lips the sound loud enough to break the two across the room.
Caroline blushed deep red, apologizing profusely from Klaus' shoulder her face buried in him. Klaus glanced over at Troy with a cold glare that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Welcome to the afterlife, mate. It's a brave new world now for you."
Klaus walked out of the room without as much as a backwards glance at Troy. Caroline was left alone with him again. The older vampire approached him and stood in his face, all the kindness and warmth gone looking much like the man who had just left.
Caroline's eyes narrowed dangerously. "We need a reporter, but if I catch wind of you printing something that endangers my family, I will rip your heart out myself. Do you I make myself clear?"
Troy nodded, fearfully. Caroline's face instantly brightened. "Good now that we got that out of the way. You said you had a wife? We should probably call her and let you know what happened. When I turned I didn't have the support of my family. It's probably better we get this over with quickly. Then I will direct you to feeding spots or you can opt for the synthetic blood. Don't worry; I'll take care of you."
Troy watched her babble on, still amazed at his luck. She had been beautiful and dangerous in one setting. But he figured to survive as long as she did she had to be. As he left the room with her to find a way to contact his wife, he finally remembered the mini biography from his grade school book.
Caroline Mikaelson, alpha female of the Mikaelson family, reigning queen from the twenty-eight century until the thirty-ninth century when Silas returned and buried Asia; Current whereabouts unknown, presumed dead. Responsible for saving the earth single handedly twice, she once killed two thousand of Silas' undead in one hour. Known for her kindness and strength, not a vampire to cross; mate to the original hybrid Niklaus Mikaelson.
The most feared vampires in all history had just welcomed him into his new life, and proceeded to threaten him with that new life. Troy shook his head, wondering how his wife was going to take all of this. It truly was a brave new world.