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p.s. if you can be bothered, look up the hotel that Katherine and Elijah stay at. I thought it was so cool when I saw it!
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Caroline awoke on the roof of a building. It was night and the air was thin and cold, but a soft breeze blew and softly tousled Caroline's hair.
She was on top of a skyscraper in a city she didn't recognize; other tall buildings surrounded her and their window lights shone through the darkness. Calling for help was hopeless - the sounds of the large city would drown out her voice.
After trying to stand up, she realized her wrists and ankles were bound together and tied to a metal pipe she was leaning against behind her. At this, Caroline began to panic. She tried to pull against the ropes but they were filled with vervain and they burned her skin, leaving red gashes all across her normally porcelain skin.
"Ah!" She seethed as she tried to escape, burning her whole arms in the process.
At that tiny sound, a figure came bursting through the roof door adjacent to where she was sitting.
"Welcome to New Orleans, Caroline!" A woman proclaimed.
Caroline had never seen this woman before, but she knew that she must have been a werewolf. She was dark, and her eyes slanted like those of a fox, almost like the female version of Tyler.
"Who the hell are you?" Caroline spat back, trying to hide her fear of being in a city outside of Mystic Falls… for the first time in her whole life.
"I'm Hayley." She answered, smirking and slowly approaching Caroline. "That doesn't matter of course. You are the main attraction for the night."
"What are you talking about? Why am I here?" Caroline yelled, thrashing against her ropes and fighting back her groans of pain from the cuts.
"Don't play dumb, blondie." Hayley spat, walking right over to Caroline and towering over her. "Klaus is very close by. I'm sure that if we even lay a finger on you, he'll come running. You just need to help us a little; we might need you to scream louder than normal, so he can hear you. Or… maybe we can make that happen without your help."
Hayley then smirked and walked back towards the door.
"I'll be back soon." She sighed, and at that she was gone.
They're going to torture me… and I can't rely on Klaus, who doesn't even blink when his brother dies, to come and save me. Me! Of all people! Why would they choose me to be his leverage? What do they want with him? Why would Tyler do this to me?
Caroline panicked, groaning as she tried to get out of the ropes, quickly shaking her arms and pulling slightly against them.
Caroline knew that Hayley could be back any minute now and trying to shake out of these ropes wasn't going to help her at all. After a few seconds she came to the awareness that ropes can't actually hold a vampire down and even though the vervain would burn and cut her wrists incredibly deeply, it wasn't going to slice her limbs off, the ropes would have to snap.
"On the count of three." Caroline whispered to herself. "One… two… three."
Caroline suddenly pulled her wrists against the ropes as hard as possible and despite the extreme agony of her burns and cuts being carved even greater into her skin, the ropes did snap and her hands were free.
Caroline screamed in pain, trying to quiet her suffering by biting her lip and pressing her eyes closed.
Caroline quickly reached down to her ankles and untied the knots over her ankles, burning her fingers and ankles more in the process.
Her hands, arms and legs were now glowing red and dripping with blood. She tried to stand, but her legs failed her and she had to partially crawl before successfully standing on her own two feet. The vervain in her system had obviously not dissipated yet and her body was challenging her every step, as she tried to run to the side of the roof.
When she reached the side, she spotted a ladder she could climb down into a dark alley, adjacent to the main road. Slowly but surely, Caroline stumbled over the concrete ledge and lowered herself onto the ladder. But as she climbed down, her blood-covered hands slipped on the ladder and she free fell straight onto the street, landing with a harsh blow to the side of her body. She was momentarily paralysed and waves of pain rippled through her like an electric shock. Caroline couldn't even scream anymore and she nearly passed out from the severe pain.
You're not going to get taken again. Caroline. Get up. She yelled at herself trying to stop her eyes from closing as she heard the rooftop door open again.
With a strength Caroline didn't realise she could have, she pulled herself up off the ground with all her force and scampered down the alley, away from Hayley, away from the rooftop, away from the bright lights and into the darkness of the night.
Katherine stepped out of the taxi and looked up at the hotel they were going to be staying at. It was the Trump Ocean Club, a skyscraper in the heart of the Panama skyline and looking over the far, outstretching ocean. It was shaped like a sail, and being 70 stories high, it towered over the rest of the whole city. She strutted into the front door and right up to the receptionist, with Elijah strolling a little behind and the taxi driver also following, carrying their bags.
"Check in, please." Katherine asked, feeling a little worn out from the flight and the taxi drive.
Elijah walked up to Katherine and rested his elbow on the desk.
After a few minutes of Katherine organizing the booking, the receptionist smiled and gave them a key card to their room.
"Room 556, that's on level 55. Enjoy your stay." The receptionist moved their bags as Katherine and Elijah walked over to the elevator.
"Only one room?" Elijah asked.
"There are two bedrooms inside it, Elijah. Don't freak out." Katherine muttered, trying to stop herself from blushing.
As they entered the room, Katherine gasped a little at the magnificent view before them. The living area featured a huge window and balcony extending outwards with a panoramic view of the sea. Nothing blocked the view of the forever – extending ocean, the sun glittered upon the ripples of the waves and in the far distance the outline of an island curved upon the horizon. Katherine continued to look around the room, it was truly the most beautiful place she had stayed and the rooms featured furniture and décor like she had never seen before. She walked out to the balcony as Elijah began to unpack in his room, with her own next door. She slightly leaned over the edge of the balcony breathing in the fresh sea air and felt the ocean breeze brush her hair across her skin. Elijah joining her on the balcony interrupted her moment of trance.
"This is quite the city." Elijah smiled, glancing at Katherine for perhaps a little too long as he said it.
Katherine caught her breath when she turned to him, as he was standing literally within inches of her body. She slowly looked up into his eyes, and saw that he was staring back at her. A soft fire seemed to course throughout her body and she drew her eyes down to his lips. Elijah looked down at her, leaning in slightly towards her and parting his lips.
"It is." Katherine quickly intervened, turning her body away from him and walking back into the room.
She refused to begin this again with Elijah. She had already manipulated him and his brother once before and she never really got over her guilt. No. There was no way she was going to rekindle the 17th century romance with Elijah.
"So. We are currently in Panama City. What do you want me to do?" Katherine asked, dropping herself onto the deep blue couch and crossing her leg over the other.
Elijah sauntered back into the room, rearranging his tie, trying to calm himself down after Katherine's temptation.
"There's somebody you have to meet for me." Elijah said, keeping his distance from Katherine and walking over to a large, royal chair opposite her.
"When are we going?" Katherine persisted.
"As soon as your ready." Elijah said, smiling back at Katherine.
"Then let's go." Katherine said, standing back up and strutting back over to the front door, swinging her handbag over her shoulder and walking straight out.
Elijah sighed out, touching his fist against his mouth and closing his eyes, trying desperately to fade his desire for Katherine Pierce.
Klaus walked into yet another bar, slowly following behind the eager Marcel, who was shaking various hands and greeting everybody he saw as they walked through. Marcel had been extremely keen to show Klaus everything New Orleans had to offer, but apparently that just meant showing Klaus the meaningless amounts of partying that could be done. While Marcel was talking with a few of his many fans, Klaus sat alone at the bar, swatting away the many girls who were throwing themselves at the infamous, original vampire.
"Not tonight, love." Klaus exhaled to a young vampire, who had strategically placed herself within touching distance of Klaus and was peaking up at him through her eyelashes.
She pursed her lips and walked off as Klaus's phone began to ring.
Caroline? She's calling again?
Klaus stared dumbfounded down at the phone. He stood up and started to walk out of the bar to where he could hear, signaling to Marcel that he had a call.
Once he was in the quieter street, he answered.
"Hello?" Klaus said, slightly scared as to what this call was about.
"Klaus. I don't know who else to call." Caroline voice came from the other side of the call. Her voice was shaky, stressed and she sounded like she was in pain.
"What's wrong?" Klaus ordered, suddenly overcome with a panic.
"Ah!" Caroline groaned. "Klaus. Tyler kidnapped me… he wants something with you. They were going to kill me. I... I'm in New Orleans. Klaus, I don't know where to go." Her voice was strained and she paused often to catch her breath.
"Where are you?" Klaus asked angrily, already searching throughout Bourbon Street, looking down alleys as he walked.
"I… I don't know." Caroline whined. "Klaus, please hurry. The pain… It's getting worse. I thought they had just drugged me with vervain, but I'm not getting better. Klaus I can't stand."
What had they done to her? Vervain is supposed to wear off. How could she be getting…
Oh.
Werewolf venom. She has a werewolf bite.
"What do you see around you?" Klaus demanded. He had to get to her as soon as possible, now that there was a real danger in leaving her for much longer.
"I'm in an alley. There's a skyscraper next to me… It's… It's got a red glowing label on the top." Caroline panted.
She's in the city.
"Caroline. You've got to stop moving. It'll only make it worse. Stay exactly where you are, I'll come as soon as possible." Klaus begged her, while running to the nearest street out of the French quarter.
He found a car sitting on the side of the street and with just a slight shaking of the handle he broke into the car and found a spare key in the glove box.
Klaus sped through New Orleans, always keeping an eye on the skyscraper and knowing that if Caroline had a werewolf bite he had very little time to save her.
I will kill Tyler the instant I find Caroline. That filthy bastard thinks he can hurt Caroline to get to me. What have I done? How… How do I explain this to her?
Tapping his hands on the wheel he came closer and closer to the building, stressfully clenching his jaw so that his cheekbones were jutting out of his face. He jumped out of the car and saw an alley next to the skyscraper… that had to be where she was.
He ran to the alley and slowed himself down as he approached it, not wanting to frighten Caroline….
But there she was, lying on the ground and scrunched up in pain, with her arms and legs covered in blood.
"Caroline." Klaus whispered, slowly shaking his head.
This was his fault.
She didn't answer. Her body was tensed up and she still clutched her phone in her hands, but her mind was drifting away and she was on the verge of passing out- only this time she wouldn't wake back up.
"Caroline." Klaus growled as he bent down to her, lifting her head up and placing it on his lap.
He caressed her face and pushed her hair away as she faintly opened her eyes to stare up at him. She had cold sweat all across her face, and as Klaus moved his hand down, he saw a large werewolf bite on her neck - It had been there for a long time, and her neck and hair was red from the blood.
Klaus shut his eyes and exhaled.
"I'm sorry." Klaus whispered as he opened his eyes back up. Caroline softly looked back up at him, and strained to give a smile back.
Klaus bit into his wrist and slowly lowered it down to her mouth.
Caroline's shaky hands pulled his arm closer to her and she softly bit into it so that she could drink his blood. Her eyes faintly became black but she suppressed it and only drank a little of his blood.
After she stopped drinking she still held Klaus's arm close to her and gently rubbed her hand over his.
"Thanks." She whispered.
Klaus picked her up slowly and carried her back to the car. He tenderly placed her in the car seat as she started to fall asleep from her exhaustion.
As he drove back to the French quarter where he could give Caroline a bed, he couldn't help but watch her sleep.
He had missed her so much.
"Klaus…" Caroline muttered. Klaus cocked his head slightly to the side when she sleep talked his name.
"Nik…" Caroline smiled, still asleep, and turned her body towards Klaus. She sighed out happily. "Nik."