Hey Guys! Sorry this chapter took a little longer than usual.
For those who saw the season finale on friday night, Hopefully my fanfic can help you all get through the 5 month break of vd 3
Now we're getting into the dramatic stuff, I promise Klaroline is all growing from here.
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy! leave some reviews :) btw im adding in characters you've never met before, so don't panic ahah!
"You'll be meeting him here." Elijah announced, turning to Katherine.
Elijah and Katherine stood outside the tourist destination 'Las Bovedas,' in the spanish quarter of Panama City.
"Enough with the vagueness, Elijah. This whole dark and mysterious thing doesn't work for you." Katherine huffed, folding her arms over her chest and glaring away from Elijah.
"Apologies. You're meeting a werewolf who's a part of the pack that's after Klaus. His name is Luke and he has agreed to see you, as you were a very good friend of his grandfathers." Elijah answered.
Luke. Luke was the werewolf which helped me when I was running from Klaus. The name… it must have been passed on. Katherine though to herself.
Katherine had met thousands of people in her life, but Luke was the most sincere man she had ever known... He was the only werewolf that she had grown to trust. He had protected her from Klaus when she had nobody else, he let her stay with the pack for a while and he kept a constant record on Klaus's whereabouts so that Katherine could stay away from his path.
Luke was one of her best friends, and without him, she wouldn't be alive today.
Katherine turned to Elijah and walked straight up to him, her eyes burning with anger.
"Are you telling me, that I'm about to meet Luke's grandson to betray him?! You wanted me to find out this pack's plans so that we could save Klaus by killing the pack… but I can't sabotage this blood line, Elijah." Katherine spat at him.
Elijah smiled and he tilted his head slightly to the side.
"Ironic, isn't it? The only way to truly save yourself from Klaus, is to betray those who saved you from him in the first place." Elijah spoke, authority in his voice.
Katherine was taken aback. She had never seen Elijah like this, so manipulative and deceitful.
"You had planned this all along…" Katherine spoke, slowly backing away from Elijah. "You knew that this pack helped me run. You knew it all along. That's why you brought me here, not because I'm just another pair of hands, but because I'm the only vampire this werewolf pack could ever trust…. I can't do it Elijah."
Elijah reached forward and strongly grasped Katherine's arm, pulling her towards him so that he could whisper in her ear.
"Family above all else." Elijah whispered.
Katherine pulled back and Elijah was gone, but she knew he would be watching and listening. She considered running away, but a voice spoke from behind her.
"Katherine?"
Katherine turned and saw the face of a young man, nearly identical to Luke. He had soft, kind brown eyes and a soft smile planted on his lips. He was of spanish descent and his skin glowed with a brown tinge.
Katherine caught her breath, he could have been Luke in flesh again, and she had missed him so much. She couldn't speak, she was so stunned by his appearance.
"I'm so happy to finally meet you. My grandfather used to tell me stories about you." Luke laughed, his eyes becoming slits and a smile spreading across his face.
Katherine forced a smile. "Nice to meet you too." she said.
"I know you've been through a lot Katherine. Just know that myself and the rest of the pack are doing everything in our power to end Klaus." Luke's voice turned grey, he looked at Katherine almost with pity in his eyes.
Katherine closed her eyes, trying to tell herself that she can't feel guilty for what she was about to do to Luke, but Luke grabbed her shoulder.
"I know my grandfather loved you. I know you loved him too, and I promise that in his name I will finish what he started." Luke gently shook her shoulders and stared into her now open eyes.
"Thankyou." Katherine sincerely said. But as she spoke, she saw Elijah come into view behind Luke.
A wave of fear swept over her for she knew that if she didn't do this, Klaus would kill her.
"Can you tell me what your plans are? To end Klaus?" Katherine stuttered.
"Of course." Luke smiled.
As Luke described the position of the whole pack and their plans to kill Klaus, Katherine couldn't bear to look Luke in the eyes and in the background she could feel Elijah's eyes upon her, and a smile spreading across his lips.
The last thing Caroline could remember was Klaus carrying her in his strong arms, but after that moment, she fell into a wonderfully, vivid dream.
It was the afternoon before prom and she was in Klaus's room, getting into her prom dress that he had given her. It was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen, cream, fitted and it slightly flared at the bottom. It was covered in little jewels, which netted around the whole dress making it shine everyway she turned.
"Can I come in?" Klaus spoke, softly knocking on the door.
"No. Not yet!" Caroline laughed. She didn't want him to see her yet, she was nervous about what he would say to her.
"I'm coming in anyway." Klaus laughed, opening the door and stopping as soon as he saw Caroline.
She looked equisitely beautiful, and he was speechless.
"Stop looking at me like that!" Caroline laughed nervously, wringing her hands.
"I'm sorry I just… I… I" Klaus stuttered, he had no words that sounded quite right to describe how striking she looked. "You look perfect."
Caroline smiled back at him, a did a quick, little turn on the spot.
"Where did you get this anyway?" Caroline asked.
"I found it a hundred years ago. I've never seen anybody wear it before. I intended to give it to my sister as a gift… but it looks much better on you." Klaus spoke in a daze, while Caroline fixed her hair in a mirror.
Klaus walked over to her and pulled a necklace from his pocket. He put his hands around her neck and strung the necklace on her.
It was a diamond ball, hanging on a silver chain and it sparkled brightly, shining upon her bare shoulders.
Caroline turned around to face Klaus and her eyes were soft with adoration. Klaus picked up the ball in his hand and turned it slightly to the side. As the light reflected off the necklace, it shon patterns of light against her skin, but as he turned the ball and he found the right angle, the light reflected a C upon her skin.
"C for Caroline… I wanted to get you something. No matter how many proms you could experience in your life, this is your first, so it has to be special. I thought it suited you as soon as I saw it." Klaus smiled, his eyes upon Caroline's.
Caroline pulled Klaus into a hug and whispered,"It's perfect."
Caroline awoke from her dream with a start and instantly the memories of the night before came flooding back to her. She could only remember running through the back streets of New Orleans, but after that everything was a blur. She knew for sure though, that Klaus had come to save her and that he was the reason she was alive. Caroline looked around the room, she had never been here before. The hot sun was shining through the white curtains on the windows and Caroline could see speckles of dust floating in the air in the stream of light. She slowly got out of the bed and saw a pile of clothes folded on a chair opposite the bed. It was a simple pair of jeans and a purple shirt, around her size, obviously meant for her. She picked up the clothes and walked to a mirror on the opposite side of the room, but she was shocked at her reflection.
Her clothes were completely drenched in blood, her shirt was almost stiff because of all the dried blood and there were holes ripped all over her clothes. She lifted her hair to inspect her now completely healthy neck and the werewolf bite was totally healed.
Caroline quickly got out of her clothes and showered, desperately trying to make herself somewhat presentable.
Eventually, she was back to her normal self, except for the fact she was in clothes she didn't own, in a town she didn't know and the fact that she couldn't even curl her hair because no matter how hard she searched the bathroom she couldn't find a curler anywhere – or makeup for that matter.
Caroline surveyed herself in the mirror before leaving the room, she didn't look half bad for wearing no makeup, but she still felt nervous about leaving the room.
Caroline knew that there was a good chance Klaus was somewhere in this building and he could be right outside that door.
Why, Why, Why do I keep dreaming about him? Caroline asked herself.
She was genuinely confused, she didn't have any feelings for him, right? So what could it be?
Caroline huffed, straightened out her shirt and walked over the door, and left the room.
Klaus sat alone in the living area, painting a canvas he had been working on for months, just below the staircase to where Caroline was sleeping. He was painting a landscape, a river with a backdrop of a forest, inspired by a part of Mystic Falls he had often visited alone, when he needed time to think. Despite the beauty of that river, he had painted something dark and cold. The river was practically black and it almost looked as thick as blood, and the forest behind it was grey and cold, almost as if death was lurking behind every tree he painted. He didn't know why he painted something so beautiful, yet so dark at the same time. He had begun painting it a month before he compelled Caroline to forget, so perhaps it was because his heart was already torn when he had started. Caroline had seen him paint it a few times, before he left her, and it made her upset. She even asked him to stop making it, because no matter how hard she tried to make him happy, she couldn't break through this wall of darkness he had inside him, and the painting was proof of that.
His painting was interrupted by a creak of the floorboards on the staircase and he quickly stood up and turned around to greet Caroline.
"Caroline." Klaus greeted, he smiled up at her, taking in her natural beauty. She looked so beautiful. Her hair hung casually off her shoulders and her blue eyes shone through her porcelain skin.
"Klaus." Caroline sighed. "Sorry about everything, last night, I didn't know who else to call."
"Caroline. Don't apologise, it's all my fault. It it wasn't for me, you'd be safely at home right now." Klaus stuttered. "Are you okay?"
"Fine. Just a little disorientated." Caroline smiled, she still stood on the staircase, clumsily holding onto the bannister. "Am I still in New Orleans?"
"Yes. I would have taken you home last night, but you were in no state." Klaus explained. He knew Caroline felt uncomfortable, and there was a growing awkward tension between them.
Klaus walked back over to the living area and picked up a blood bag from the table. He handed it to Caroline. Caroline's eyes went soft when she took the bag, and gave smile in thanks.
"I can give you some space if you like." Klaus offered, knowing she would probably prefer to be alone.
Klaus started to walk towards the front door but Caroline immediately said after him, "Don't go."
Klaus stopped in his tracks, and slowly turned around, a confused look on his face.
"Sorry, I… You… You can go if you want. I just… I don't feel safe here." Caroline sputtered.
Klaus nodded, and walked back to his painting, sitting down again so maybe Caroline would have the courage to actually walk down all the stairs. As he continued to paint, Caroline walked over to a window and stared out into the streets of New Orleans, drinking slowly from the blood bag and closing her eyes from the satisfaction of drinking it.
"It's a beautiful city, Caroline." Klaus said, as she stared out onto the streets.
"If only I could have known it in different situations." Caroline spoke, sighing and turning to give Klaus a half-hearted smile.
After a few moments, Caroline moved and was standing next to Klaus, looking at the painting in front of them both.
"What do you think of it?" Klaus asked, moving his eyes from the painting to Caroline, who was regarding the painting with her eyebrows scrunched up and her eyes squinted.
"I hate it." Caroline blurted out. She gasped after she said it, taking a few steps away from him. "Sorry, that was really rude."
Caroline began to walk away, but Klaus reached out to her and grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him. Caroline caught her breath and stared down at his strong hand holding on to her arm, at the touch of his skin against hers.
"Tell me why. Why do you hate it?" Klaus ordered her, searching into her eyes.
Caroline looked up from his arm and stared back into his eyes.
"Because It's so dark and depressed… like you've never been happy before." Caroline cried. "Because it makes me miserable looking at that painting! Because it makes me pity you!" Caroline stared back into Klaus's eyes, and tears started to form in the corner of them.
Klaus was shocked, he tried to say a reply but his mouth went dry and he couldn't form the words.
Caroline pulled away from his arm.
"Caroline…" Klaus said steadily, trying to calm her down.
"No, Nik!" Caroline interrupted him. Her voice became strained like she was trying to stop herself from crying. "Why do I remember this painting?"
Klaus walked towards her, trying to comfort her, he didn't know how to explain this. Caroline walked even further away from him.
"Why!? What's happening to me?" Caroline exclaimed, running her hands through her hair. "I keep having these visions of things that never happened, Klaus!"
Klaus walked quickly over to her before she could take further steps back and held onto her shoulders.
"Caroline, calm down." Klaus tried to reassure her from her panic attack.
All of a sudden her eyes turned from sadness into complete shock, her mouth opened in a gasp and she stopped fighting against Klaus.
"Oh My God." Caroline whispered in disbelief. "I don't know why this is happening to me." Caroline slowly seperated herself from Klaus, and went to sit down on the couch. "I'm so sorry."
Caroline dropped her head into her hands and started to quietly cry. She was overwhelmed by her confusion and she didn't know what to do about it.
"I'm so sorry, Caroline." Klaus murmered as he watched her cry.
Klaus walked over to her and sat next to her on the couch.
What have I done to Caroline?! Klaus asked himself. Her happiness, her spirit is fading away, all because of me. I still can't tell her, it's too much. She's better off without me.
Klaus sat there with her for a few moments and occassionally turned to watch her.
He put her phone down in front of her, and sighed. He wanted so badly for Caroline to stay, to see New Orleans, but she needed to go. She was better off without him.
"Call whoever you need to call. I'll take you home tonight." Klaus said calmly, standing up to leave her alone. As he walked away he couldn't help but reflect upon what had just happened.
For a split second, Caroline had remembered everything she had been through with him. For a split second she described the painting just like she used to. For a split second she called him Nik.
But in that moment of Caroline remembering, a burst of happiness shot through Klaus and despite the fact that he told himself he was bad for her, in that moment, he knew he couldn't live without her.