This is kind of a variation of 3x15, a bit loosely. Caroline is sent to kill Klaus. Angsty. Enjoy :)
They were sitting in the Salvatore living room.
Damon held a piece of wood in his hand, a serious expression on his face. "This, ladies and gentlemen, is the white oak stake."
He made a dramatic pause and threw himself on the couch beside Stefan. "The only thing that can officially and permanently kill off the big bad."
Caroline, nodded while Elena frowned. Bonnie's expression didn't change.
"I say we do this and we do this now. I already have a plan."
Stefan frowned. "This is dangerous Damon, we can't mess it up. We've got one chance and one chance only."
Elena nodded. "We have to do it though. We have to kill Klaus."
Damon's head snapped towards Caroline. "Blondie. He's got a thing for you."
Bonnie and Elena snapped forward at the same time. "No-"
Caroline shook her head and then looked around, a serious expression on her face. "I'll do it. I'll be fine."
Elena protested once again. "No, Care, this is way too dangerous! I won't let you."
"Elena, I'll be fine. I'm strong enough to do this and Klaus has to die, Damon is right."
Elena's head snapped towards Damon, anger written on her face.
He just raised his arms and his eyebrows. "It's her free choice."
He fixed his gaze back on Caroline. "We will be right behind you so if anything goes wrong we'll be there to help."
Bonnie turned her head towards Caroline. "Care."
The two of them looked at each other as the rest of the room grew silent. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Caroline nodded, calmly. "Yes."
Acceptance spread on her face. "Okay. I will be there. I can take him down if it gets dangerous."
Caroline smiled.
Stefan sighed. "I don't think this is a good idea…"
Damon rose.
"Let's do this. Now."
She found him in the Mystic Grill. Brilliant.
His eyes lit up when he saw her but she just ignored him and strode straight to the bar.
A moment later she could feel him behind her and then take the stool beside her.
"Caroline," her name rolled off his tongue like velvet.
She turned her head towards him, raising her eyebrows. "What do you want?"
She was taken aback by the apparent happiness on his face.
"Oh, come on love, we had a little spat, I'm over it already."
She turned her head away, keeping her chin up. "Well, I'm not." Then she waved to the waiter and ordered a drink. He already had one standing in front of him.
He was still smiling. "How can I acquit myself then?"
She rolled her eyes, still looking away.
"Come on, Caroline. Take a chance."
She hadn't expected this, this naïve happiness on his part. It was like he was a whole other person, just like at the dance. She didn't understand this. He didn't even suspect anything. Did he think she'd just hang out with him like that after everything he'd done?
She snapped her head back to him. "Fine. What do you wanna talk about?"
"You," he answered, his voice low and velvety again.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes looking away, an uncomfortable sensation building in her chest.
"Your hopes, your dreams. Everything you want in live."
It made her halt and turn her head back towards him.
He was serious.
She raised her eyebrows. "Just so you know. I'm too smart to be seduced bye you."
His smile only grew. "Well, that's why I like you."
She felt another tug in her chest. He was actually serious. He said these things as if they were nothing. Seriously, he couldn't just do that without even blinking. What the hell.
He'd been acting like this last time already but it still baffled her on two different levels.
One, she couldn't believe he'd actually think he'd stand a chance.
Two, he was honest and friendly and serious. Hell, he had even taken her advice from last time. It almost made her feel guilty about what she was about to do. Almost.
He had killed Jenna, Elena, turned Tyler into his slave and now here he was, acting all innocent and flirty. This guy had nerves.
Her drink arrived and she took a sip.
"Underage drinking, I see," he remarked, smirking and taking a sip himself.
"Well, it's kinda not even an issue anymore at this point. And I can always compel the waiter."
He chuckled.
"If I recall correctly your mother is the sheriff."
She nodded. "Yes, but I am also a vampire and I can handle myself."
He smiled again. "Oh, I know." His voice was low again and it unnerved her endlessly.
"So, tell me," he said, another genuine smile on his face, his eyes fixed on hers.
"There's not really much to tell. I had a pretty happy life until you turned up and messed everything up."
His face fell for a moment and she couldn't help thinking that she'd gone too far. She shouldn't make him angry. But she just couldn't hold her tongue in his presence, for someone she felt the need to be honest with him. Yeah, and you're going to kill him in a minute.
"If I recall correctly that already started when the Salvatores came to town." His voice was still friendly and even though he looked a little less happy she didn't see menace anywhere in his features. She couldn't take her eyes off him, trying to figure him out.
"Yes, but it was okay again until you decided to show up and kill Elena."
He sighed. "She is alive, though."
But Jenna isn't.
She stopped herself from saying it and took another sip of her drink.
"There's not much to know about me."
He shook his head. "Oh, I'm sure that's a lie, love."
"Right now I just want to keep my friends safe. Which is kinda difficult with you and your family around."
He fixed his gaze on hers again. "I have no business with them anymore. If they don't test me nothing stands in the way of coexisting peacefully."
She couldn't look away again. Great.
She gulped down the rest of her drink. "I think I'll go home."
He rose, too. "Let me take you."
She stared at him. This was the moment.
She rolled her eyes. "Fine."
The smile that appeared on his face in return made her insides clench and she felt almost guilty.
He left money on the counter and she stalked out of the Grill, him following behind her.
Every step she took she felt like more weight was resting on her shoulders. Snap out of this.
They walked a few steps, into empty streets and suddenly she turned towards him.
She fixed her eyes on him and he halted, looking right back at her with suspense.
"Klaus," she said as she leaned towards him, slowly and carefully.
His breath hitched and the look in his eyes turned serious.
She could feel his breath on her face as she looked up to him, finding herself unable to break the contact again. They stayed like this for a moment.
She needed to do this.
She closed her eyes and leaned in further quickly, placing her lips on his. She felt him still and his breath hitch again and then suddenly his hand was in her hair and he kissed her back.
Despite herself, she felt a jolt of electricity at the contact and a feeling of wonder and ecstasy spread in her chest. Oh.
She had not expected this.
Feeling his lips move on hers, his hands pulling her closer, felt good. Way too good.
She shook herself out of it and guilt claimed her now. Alright, she had to do this.
As swiftly as she could she pulled out the stake and aimed it at his heart but before she felt it hitting his chest his hand clasped around her wrist and he broke the kiss, ripping it from her hands.
SHIT. NO. HOLY-
She stared up at him, her eyes wide in dread.
She saw uncontained fury in his and, even worse, hurt. Then his jaw clenched and his eyes hardened.
Damon and Bonnie had to be around-
Before she could even finish the thought she felt him grab her and then she was whisked away, so fast that she couldn't even keep up with it.
When he released her she found herself in the middle of the forest.
She stumbled backwards, eyes fixed on his eyes, fear and anticipation cursing through her veins.
He was furious. He took a threatening step towards her.
"So you thought that you can trick ME, fool ME!" he barked, his features contorted.
She backed away, letting out a sharp breath as she watched his jaw clench again, untamed anger in his eyes. He took another step forward and she backed away further until she found her back hitting a tree.
She was truly terrified now. He was going to kill her.
There was nothing to say.
He closed in further until his face was inches from hers.
"I warned you," he said, his voice low and hard.
She gulped, unable to say anything.
"You know," he began, the familiar menace in his voice as he placed one hand beside her head against the tree. "No one who ever tried that lived to see another day."
She felt her heart sinking in her chest. No one was here to help her.
Her mind raced. All she had to count on were his affections towards her, something she did not even begin to understand. Who was she kidding, this was Klaus.
She couldn't move. She shook herself out of it.
"Then kill me," she said, going all in, staring right back at him.
His expression didn't change but she saw him clenching his teeth again.
Suddenly, his hand snapped up and the stake was placed against her chest.
She couldn't control herself and a terrified little shriek escaped her lips as her eyes darted downwards and then back to his.
His expression didn't change.
She gulped.
These might be her last moments.
Her heart was racing and she found herself unable to look away again.
"Tell me, Caroline," he said, his voice velvety again. "Do you want to die?"
Her eyes widened.
Her breath hitched in her throat but she managed to shake her head. "No," she said and it was true.
Never, even in her darkest moments, had she wanted to die.
Instead, what she found when she found herself being tortured by the werewolves, or her father, or when she'd killed someone, was that she wanted to live. Despite everything, always.
She did not want to die.
Tears rose up to her eyes but she forced them down.
Suddenly she saw emotion flicker through his eyes but it disappeared in an instance.
He leaned in a little more, eyes still fixed on hers.
"If you ever try anything like this again, I promise you that I will end you."
What?
Suddenly he'd backed away, standing a few steps away from her and the fury claimed his face again.
He stared at her, threateningly.
"Now, RUN! Or I will kill you."
She let out a shake breath, a hollow sensation spreading in her chest. Then, realization it her as she saw his face grow angry again and she did as she was told and ran.
She didn't stop until she was home and then turned around, scared that he could have followed her.
She was not safe here.
She ran to Elena's place and entered without ringing the bell.
She sank down against the wall and let out a deep, shaky sigh.
He hadn't killed her.
Why hadn't he killed her?!
She found herself immobile for a moment and closed her eyes, savoring the relief rushing over her.
She was alive.