Story: Kiss of the damned

Rating: T

Summary: AU. In his kingdom, Klaus heard there's particular area rebelling against his rule. Breaking the truce. So when he paid visit to the daughter of that rebellion head, things seem to come out of his control. Rating may change. Slightly Dark. Two or three shot.

About story: It is going to be T for now, and yeah two or three shots. Only if you guys are interested. This chapter is going to be in Klaus POV.

Note: I don't own Klaroline or TVD. Everything I write is for fun and is part of my imagination. Please let me know your thoughts! =) Every review counts! Thanks for follows, favorites, and reviews.

Part 2

"You shall not step out, Caroline!"

She always turned deaf when it came to her father. He had never understood her and Caroline had no hope that he would understand her in future. She wanted to live free, with no threats and obligations in her life. Was it too much to ask her father to let her roam on her own? He had never sat next to her and asked about her well-being. Not personally though. There would be always a third person between Caroline and her father. Maid, teacher or guard.

Thus she made it a habit of being alone.

"I merely took a walk outside father," she gave her version coolly. "I don't see any danger in that."

Bill looked strained and huffed out loudly. "Have you not remembered what you were taught?" he demanded.

Right. Again with the vampires.

Caroline had never met any of them, but if she does in future she would knock vampire's face. Her whole existence was restrained because of them.

And wolves.

Let us not forget about witches.

She was surrounded by the supernatural beings, and still she would care less but then—they were indirectly meddling with her life.

Bill brought her back to reality with his stubborn yet worried tone of voice. "Moving around with no protection would lead you to trap, Caroline! And I'm not ready to lose the fight which I started for some good cause."

Caroline nodded quietly listening to his words. Pain enveloped her heart because of his words.

"I'm your weakness, aren't I?" she bit her bottom lip, trying to control her emotions.

All he cared was about 'fight' against the reign of an ancient goddamn vampire. She would appreciate it, but at what cost?

Bill opened his mouth to reply but was stopped by his daughter. "It is all right, father. You better stop worrying about me. If they catch me like you think, then let me die in that trap. At least it would give some peace to both of us."

"That is not what I mean, dear." He reasoned softly.

"Sometimes I envy mother of her fortune." She muttered coldly making his father to gasp. Bill's expressions changed when Caroline took out his wife's name. "She escaped to live in a prison like this."

Caroline knew she hit a nerve, and she cared least.

"Caroline—" Bill warned her, "go to your chamber now."

"This is what you are good at." She laughed bitterly before she turned around to walk into her room.

Blinking unshed tears, Caroline locked the door of her room and shoved herself on bed. Though, she knew dreaming was simply useless she always imagined herself out of this prison. This was not what she wanted in her life.

She wanted to be surrounded by people who love and care for her. Instead her father would arrange her marriage with someone like him. She knew it. And if that happened, then she could no longer get to walk even this much.

Leading a life with no restrictions is that hard to get?

Thoughts of hatred and depression disappeared as darkness claimed her slowly.

She was taken into whirl of memories, like every night. Caroline had gotten sharp memory power, and so she could store everything she ever captured with her eyes. Almost.

The trees, chirping of sounds of birds, running in the midst of field and the herd—

She was there. Two days back. But Caroline didn't understand why she was dreaming of that day now.

Even though, she smiled walking to the lamb which she remembered catching on that day. It looked innocent while chewing food- just like on that day. Then she looked down at her clothes and was surprised even more to find herself in her maid's clothing.

Wondered why that day was repeating.

And she felt odd, felt someone was watching her.

Scratching at the back of her neck she turned around suddenly and found a masculine figure next to the tree.

Her heart would have skipped a beat, but then it was dream. Right?

Though, she was trembling with unknown fear. Her vision was blurred as the man began to close distance between them gradually. She was intimidated by the way his stormy blue eyes watched her. The smirk on his face made her—

Caroline wanted to wake up from this dream before it could turn into nightmare. She thought her body in original medium would have been writhing as the feeling of suffocation, feeling of coldness radiating from this man was enveloping her in this medium.

At an acceptable distance, he ceased movement and bent his head slightly. She understood quickly—it was gesture. He gave a curt nod to her. Caroline knew it was a dream—she kept telling herself. She returned it in polite demeanor while having least bit of idea of what she was doing.

Slowly her eyes went down to his soft silk clothes, and immediately gave her impression that he was rich. Well—yes—she was dreaming of some random man maybe?

"Hello, Caroline." He wished in soft and slurry tone—spellbinding—could allure even the strongest minds with a very little effort.

Caroline snapped out of it. Once again she chanted quietly that it was just an imagination.

His smirk deepened as he clasped hands at his back. His gaze averted to their surroundings. "An excellent moment to remember isn't it?" he asked.

"Who are you?" came out as an immediate response from her.

He let out a melodious chuckle, looking back at her. "A fragment of your dream perhaps?" he teased lightly as he walked to the lamb which hopped and moved from there. She watched as his smile fell a little. "You like to stay close to animals, why?"

"They are innocent." She admitted.

He didn't turn to look at her as he asked. "Like a few people?"

Caroline scoffed then. "Innocence? It is long lost in people. Now I can only find darkness around me." She said sadly. Her father was craving for something she didn't know or ever paid attention. Once she believed she could get the life she desired with Tyler on her side. But her hopes shattered into millions of pieces the day when truth came out.

People were selfish, greedy— and what not. Her subconscious knew she was being selfish too- whining about the way her life was going.

His eyes twitched slightest as he glanced at her. "Must I have to argue with you then." He said with his smirk crawling back to his face. "I can still see the light, and precisely I can feel the warmth."

He meant it.

Above all he was staring at her silently suggesting something.

Her vision was blurring again. The man's dirt blonde hair which was coming to his shoulders appeared to move according to the small breeze that was passing. For a moment there, she simply stood staring at the devilishly striking man in front of her.

It no longer seemed like day to her. Unclear it was.

For a next few heartbeats, neither of them spoke or even moved an inch.

His lips curved up a little more before he turned his back to her. He was leaving, making Caroline to frown.

"Why are you leaving?" she asked trying to sound not so worried. She didn't know how she changed her opinion.

"I have to." He replied turning his head half way around, and gave her penetrating look. "Do not worry love. Certainly this is not the end. I will come again." The visible corner of his lips bent up at the end of his promising words.

The surroundings seemed to change gradually. Trees in the background were vanishing, there was no sunlight, and the herd of sheep was no longer grazing.

"Do you have a name?" She didn't know why she asked that. Imaginary characters would have names?

Suddenly everything started to collapse around her as a name echoed in the background.

Caroline snapped her eyes open and found herself back in the world of living. Letting out small gasps she sat up in her bed and rubbed her forehead. It was early in the morning and she heard birds tweeting distantly. Soon after that she remembered the man in her dreams. His name—

"Klaus."