Wow! Really appreciate the reviews I've been receiving. Keep it up guys, it gives me so much motivation to keep on writing. After finals, I went straight into writing this chapter, but I kept re-editing it because I felt like it wasn't good enough.
By the way, I'm actually finally caught up on TVD, so I know all the shit that's going down. I won't rant too much up here but stay tuned for the end to see my response to what's been going on in the show and how it'll affect my story.
Anyways, as always... enjoy!
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Chapter 4: Princess Grace of Monaco
Tyler, Matt, and Elena sat in a circle on the wooden floorboards. Wrinkled wrappers and empty beer bottles littered the floor. Tyler and Matt passed a crumpled piece of paper back-and-forth, while Elena fidgeted with her phone. There was still no word from the Salvatore brothers, and Caroline was still passed out.
Eventually, they resorted to going through Caroline's collection of board games, and after pulling out Monopoly, Clue, and Risk, they settled with a friendly game of Scrabble.
"It's your turn, Matt," Tyler said.
Shuffling the tiles on his stand, Matt pulled out four and placed them on the board. It read: "human". Elena and Tyler frowned at him.
"What," Matt looked back at them. "It's just a word, guys."
Tyler sighed, and taking the notepad, he added 10 points to Matt's score.
"Well, in that case," Elena picked up all her tiles and arranged them around the "m" from Matt's to form "vampire".
Matt frowned, "Seriously, Elena."
"What," she shrugged her shoulders innocently. "It's just a word. I believe that's 14 points."
Taking the notepad again, Tyler scribbled 14 points under Elena's score. It was Tyler's turn now. Taking his tiles, he used Elena's "e" and made "werewolf".
Matt and Elena groaned together.
"Hey, hey," Tyler raised his hands up in defense. "It's just a game, guys."
"Yeah," Elena snatched the notepad from him. "And you're only allowed seven tiles on your stand, there's no way you could've spelled out 'werewolf' without having extras."
Tyler rolled his eyes.
"This is such bogus," Matt pushed away his stand. "What's taking Damon and Stefan so long anyway? It's been almost eight hours, and I'm pretty sure Louisiana's only a two-hour flight from here."
"I don't know," Elena sighed, "But they're sure taking their dear sweet time."
There was a knock at the door that made them all turn their heads.
Getting up, Elena cautiously walked up to the door and opened a small crack to take a peek.
"Hello, Elena."
"Sheriff Forbes," Elena said surprised. She opened the door wider.
"May I come in?"
"Um, of course."
She held the door out so Liz could enter.
Liz briskly walked in and immediately spotted Caroline. She rushed to her side. Placing the back of her hand on Caroline's forehead. Still cold.
"How long has she been out?"
"Awhile now," Matt answered. "But she's been mumbling a lot in her sleep."
"I see," she said concerned.
Liz inspected her daughter for any further injuries. Pulling the covers gently off and lifting the fold of Caroline's shirt, she cringed as she examined her werewolf bite. Although Elena had thoroughly cleaned the wound, the bite still looked fairly fresh. The inside had a glossy deep red color to it, but the surrounding skin was sickly yellow with grey veins protruding from its ends. Liz pulled Caroline's shirt back down and turned back to the three teenagers.
"Any news from Damon and Stefan?"
"Yeah, we received a call that they arrived in New Orleans about five hours ago," Elena affirmed. "But they said it might take them some time to find Klaus since they don't exactly know where he lives…"
"Really?" said Matt appalled, he turned to Tyler. "Don't you know where Klaus lives, didn't you visit him that one time?"
"I never actually went to his house," Tyler responded. "All I know is he lives somewhere in the French Quarter."
"He probably lives somewhere extravagant," Elena added. "I mean, remember his mansion here?"
Tyler rolled his eyes annoyed.
While the three of them pondered, Liz looked back at her daughter.
How could they possibly find Klaus in time to save her daughter's life?
New Orleans was a busy city, it would be nearly impossible to find him. And then she remembered.
"You guys," Liz interrupted. "I think I know how to find him."
They all looked at her questionably.
"How?" Tyler asked.
"Before graduation, while Caroline was sending out graduation announcements, she handed them to me so I could bring them to the post office for stamps."
They didn't follow and looked at her confused.
Liz continued, "And while I was putting stamps on each of them, I saw one under Klaus' name."
Elena, Matt, and Tyler exchanged looks of shock.
How could they forget? Klaus had arrived in time to save Stefan, Elena, and Caroline from a band of vengeful witches. They knew Caroline had been calling Klaus all day to save Damon, but what she neglected to tell them was that she actually invited him to their graduation.
Rummaging through her pocket for a pen, Liz grabbed a piece of paper and started scribbling down an address. Of course, Liz never questioned Caroline as to why she had asked the hybrid to come because she knew it would be an awkward conversation that she and Caroline would much rather avoid. But taking special precautions as Caroline's mother and the town sheriff, she had taken the liberty of memorizing his address. She wanted to know who to go after if things got bad on her little girl's big night. But strangely enough, graduation night had gone smoothly and Caroline had returned home safely.
When she finished, she held out the piece of paper and Elena took it.
"How did you even manage to remember this?"
Liz scoffed.
"When the oldest and most powerful being on the Earth is pursuing your daughter, you take note of where they live," Liz retorted. "Bill may not be around to watch out for any bad boys, but I'm her mother, it's my job to make sure she's safe."
"This is fantastic!"
Elena smiled and pulled out her phone and started searching for Stefan's number.
RRRRRIIIINNNNGGGG!
Reaching for her back pocket, Liz pulled out her phone and viewed the caller ID.
Turning back to the teens she excused herself.
"I have to take this."
They nodded and Liz to exit the room. Liz closed the door behind her and pressed the answer button. Her hands were shaking, but her voice firm.
"Hello."
"Hi, this is Doctor Ross. I'd like to speak to Elizabeth Forbes," said a voice on the other line.
"This is she."
"Hello, Miss Forbes. I just wanted to follow you up on your last appointment."
"Yes, well, I'm a little busy right now," Liz answered in a cold tone.
"I realize that, but after looking through your test results again, we think it'd be best if we start the radiation treatment as soon as possible."
Liz scowled.
"I am the sheriff. My duty is to the people of this town. I don't have time."
"I know, but you need treatment now to slow down the process."
It became silent on the other end of the phone.
"I'm sorry, Miss Forbes. But you need this treatment as soon as possible or your health will only worsen. The sooner we start, the more likely we will be able of stopping it from spreading."
"Fine," she finally said. "I'll be down at the hospital later tonight."
After sorting out scheduling, Liz came back into the room just as Elena got off the phone with Stefan.
"What'd they say?" she asked.
"They're on their way now to the address you gave us," Elena replied. "They said if you're right, then they'll be back by nightfall."
Liz had a small smile.
"Well, I've got to head out back to town. Duty calls."
"Well, is there anything you'd like us to do, Sheriff?" Matt asked.
"Call me when Caroline's conscious," Liz said. She started to head towards the door, but took one last glance at her daughter and then back at the three of them. "And make sure Klaus gets his ass here on time to save her life."
They nodded.
Leaving the room, Liz started to head downstairs until she was out in the parking lot. She'd have to tell Caroline eventually that after she and Stefan checked her into the hospital after the switch with Tripp, the doctor's did a full examination and discovered she was developing a brain tumor. She had been trying to avoid following up on another check-up by busying herself with the investigation on Tripp's squad, but she knew she couldn't avoid it any longer.
More often than not, she found herself exhausted and dizzy at work. The doctors had warned her that the symptoms would only worsen if she continued to avoid the treatment. It would only be a matter of time till–
Liz shook her head.
The news would crush Caroline, and she couldn't stand the thought of worrying her so much. She would handle this herself, no use in bringing too much attention. She was the town sheriff, after all, it was her duty to protect everyone. She'd find another time to tell Caroline.
She turned the key in the car ignition and the engine came to life.
Pulling out of the parking lot, Liz headed back onto the main road to Mystic Falls. She'd tell Caroline eventually. Just not right now. Not when there was so much to do. Just as her daughter was fighting for her life now, she would too.
She could get through this. She just had to.
Caroline's eyes fluttered open. There was a throbbing pain in her neck.
What's going on?
Trying to not to stir from her position, Caroline scanned the room with her eyes trying to recall what had happened. She caught her breath when she suddenly remembered.
He... bit her.
Jolting up, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, her fingers brushing past the bite mark.
It was deep, she could still feel the incisions that his teeth made on her soft skin, dried blood surrounded it. Hesitantly looking to her right side, she took a good look at her attacker. His scruffy dark hair lay in a mess on her pillows, his toned body resting under her bed sheets, and his chest silently heaving deep breaths peacefully.
How could such a beautiful being be a monster?
She remembered his soft kisses on her stomach that slowly moved up her body. The way his hands caressed her sides, sliding up and down her in a gentle motion. She was in utter bliss as his lips traveled all over her.
But it happened so fast. One moment she was being mesmerized by his steely blue eyes, and the next she was being consumed by his deep red ones. She would never forget the moment she felt his teeth penetrate into her skin, the sudden fear that replaced her blissfulness.
She had screamed, but no one heard. Her mom was working late that night. His teeth dug into her neck, tearing at her perfect skin. The monstrous sound of him sucking her blood frightened her. He almost drained her of blood, leaving just enough so she'd live, but he devoured every last bit of her control. Many times she strained to pry him off, kicking and hitting him as hard as she could. But every time she tried to fight back, he'd respond ten-fold. He mercilessly slammed her against the bed, ripping what little clothing she had left on. His inhuman strength held her down, one arm nailing her hands over her head and the other still stroking the rest of her body while he rammed himself against her in a torturous rhythmic pattern. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. She was weak. She was human.
Shaking from the memory, she tried to push it back. She started nibbling on her fingernails in anxiety. She could cry about it later, but she just had to get out of that room. She had to get away from him.
She nervously put her feet on the ground, careful not to make a noise. She didn't know what he was, or what he planned to do with her. But all she knew is that she needed to get out of there and find help.
Lifting herself off the bed, she tiptoed towards the door. The floorboards creaking under her light footsteps.
Once she had passed the bed, she checked to see that Damon was still there. He lay fast asleep, still sprawled over her sheets. Choking back her fear, she proceeded to move towards the door. One step at a time, each one heavier than the last.
One step. Two steps. Three steps.
Taking her trembling hand, she reached towards the door, slightly twisting the black knob with a creak. Almost instinctively, she felt the need to check on Damon. Turning her head again, she looked at her bed. Empty.
Her heart started to beat faster.
Shit.
She looked back at the door.
"Good morning," he greeted.
Damon stood between her and the exit with a smug grin on his face.
Backing up, Caroline held her hands in front of her, shaking them. He crept forward.
"Please. Don't," she begged.
Caroline's back hit against her drawer, she grabbed the nearest weapon she could to protect herself: A lamp.
"Don't do that," Damon warned, but Caroline lifted it and whacked him as hard as she could, but only managed to further annoy him.
She threw the lamp to the ground and jumped across the bed, grabbing a small vase.
"Ah, ah, ah," Damon wagged his index finger. Caroline threw it at him, but he effortlessly dodged it.
She tried to make a run for the door, but he zoomed in front of her way and savagely shoved her back onto the bed. Caroline moved back against the headboard reaching for a pillow. She flung it at him, but he easily caught it.
Damon sighed, "This could've gone a completely different way."
This was it.
Caroline started breathing faster, she was afraid he'd try to have his way with her again. So, she braced herself for his next move.
Damon looked down at the blood from the pillow she had thrown. Pulling it up to his nose, he let the sweet scent of her blood envelope his senses. When he pulled it back down, Caroline could see his inflamed eyes hungry for more and his sharp fangs ready to feed. He dashed forward, sinking his teeth into her neck. Caroline screamed, but Damon covered her mouth with his hand as he continued to drink her blood.
Thrashing against him, she squirmed. Damon let go and pinned her against the headboard, and looked into her eyes.
"You are going to stop fighting me and continue being my walking blood bag of a girlfriend. You won't tell your friends anything, especially not Stefan, and you will hide my bite marks."
Damon looked around the disheveled room until he grabbed one of her scarves and handed it to her.
"This'll work."
Caroline looked at him frightened as his eyes bore into her.
"Do you understand?"
Caroline could feel her fear melting away, and felt this urge to do whatever he asked of her. Just as Damon's compulsion started to settle, Caroline could feel the last bits of her freedom slipping away.
"I understand," she whispered as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Damon wiped it away with his thumb.
"It's okay, it's okay," he whispered sweetly.
Pulling her into an embrace, he lightly kissed her shoulder, then her collarbone, then her neck.
"You'll be fine," he said, licking the dried blood from his bite.
"But after I get what I want," he whispered, still kissing her neck. "I'm going to kill you."
Damon plunged his fangs back into her neck, this time Caroline didn't make a sound. She only repositioned her neck so he could continue to drink her blood. She was screaming inside, but she couldn't find the strength to push him away. So she just laid there as he continued to drink. And the last thing she could remember before she passed out was: Why am I so weak?
She closed her eyes.
"Can I help you with anything, ma'am?" asked a woman at the front desk.
Caroline opened her eyes and looked around confused.
Where was she now?
"Ma'am, are you okay?"
The woman continued to look at her concerned.
Where did her crazy mind take her this time?
She studied her surroundings in wonder. It seemed to be a store full of gowns.
What was she doing in a dress store?
Shaking her head, Caroline finally gathered her senses.
"Um, yeah, I'm fine."
The clerk looked at her unconvinced.
"How can I help you today?"
"Um," Caroline glanced at her phone lock screen to check the date, it was late Night. She looked back at the woman skeptically.
"I'm here to pick up my dress, I guess."
"Alright, can I get the last name please?" the lady pulled up a computer.
"Forbes. Caroline Forbes," she replied.
The woman started to type in her name and then looked back at Caroline suspiciously.
"It looks like it was already picked up."
"WHAT," Caroline almost yelled. "By who?"
"I can ask the tailor who took it," the woman offered.
Caroline nodded, barely containing her anger. The woman left the room for a moment before coming back with a tailor, the exact tailor Caroline had asked to press her dress a few days ago.
"What seems to be the problem?" the tailor asked.
"Miss Forbes is here to pick up her dress, but when I looked it up on the computer, it said the dress had already been taken," the woman explained.
"Which dress?"
"It's a dark magenta satin dress with a bow on the back."
"Oh yes, it was picked up earlier today!"
"By who?" Caroline exclaimed.
The tailor looked at her blankly.
"I don't remember."
"WHAT! How do you not remember who –" Caroline stopped herself, something told her a little brunette bitch ran away with her prom dress. "Never mind."
Caroline stormed out of the dress store and got in her car. Grabbing her phone, she started to furiously text Elena.
Caroline: You bitch!
Elena: Queen Bitch, at your service.
Caroline: Give me back my prom dress!
Elena: You mean my prom dress.
Oh no. She. Didn't. She did not just go there.
Caroline: I'm going to kill you!
Elena: That's cute.
"BITCH!" Caroline yelled, hitting her steering wheel with her fists.
Now what.
What the hell was she supposed to wear to prom now?
Throwing her phone back into her bag, she angrily tried to think of two things: 1) Where she could get a last minute dress, and 2) How to murder Elena the next time she saw her.
Rubbing her fingers against her temples, she suppressed the need to go over to Elena's house and beat the shit out of her until she got her dress back. Although she understood her friend had turned her emotions off because of Jeremy's death, it didn't excuse her from being a shitty friend. I mean, her prom dress, really?
So what could she wear? There had to be something. She could wear her green dress from the Miss Mystic Falls Pageant, but that design was so last year. Or maybe she could wear the fancy blue dress Klaus gave her for the ball. But who wears a dress twice?
Wait.
Klaus.
The hybrid undoubtedly had a closet full of dresses to choose from. Granted many of them were probably centuries old, there was no doubt in her mind they were most likely high-class and expensive.
Caroline wanted to hit herself for coming up with such an idea. After all, she had strictly told him not to call her for help after phone stalking her the other day, and now here she was about to beg him for a dress. But she was in desperate need of one. It was prom night, possibly the most important night of her life, and he owed her big time anyways for digging a dagger out of his back for hours. Granted, it wasn't real, but rather a figment of Silas' mental voodoo. But it still preoccupied for the whole day when she could've been picking out hairstyles for her big day.
Shoving the key into the ignition, she drove to the Mikaelson Manor.
Once she arrived at the mansion, she parked her car in front of the roundabout and got out. She stopped at the front steps before knocking.
Shit.
What was she going to say?
Hey, Klaus. Buddy. Amigo. Could you like give me a dress because my ex-best friend is a back-stabbing bitch and a prom dress stealer? Cool, that would awesome.
Caroline slapped her hand on her forehead.
"That sounded so… dumb…" she muttered.
She looked back at her phone. Two hours until prom. She sighed and hesitantly knocked on the door.
"Klaus?" she called out.
No response. She knocked again.
"Klaus?"
Putting her hand on the doorknob, she opened it and peeked inside. It was dark as if the whole house was completely abandoned. She took a step inside and started inspecting each room. All the lights were turned off and the rooms were all vacant.
Where could he be?
She looked up to see a beam of light flickering on top of the winding stairs, so she decided to follow it.
When she made it to the top she called again.
"Klaus?"
Still no response.
She walked faster towards the open room where the light came from and called again.
"Klau–"
She spotted him standing in front of a fireplace with his arms crossed and his back turned.
"Hello? Did you not hear me?" she said.
He was ignoring her, perfect.
"Of course I heard you, Caroline. I think the whole of Mystic Falls heard you," he irritably replied. "I am in no mood for company."
She started walking towards him regardless.
"Well, I'm sorry you're having personal issues, but I have a real crisis in my hands!" Klaus walked closer to the fireplace, trying to avoid her, but she continued. "Elena stole my prom dress!"
He turned to face her this time, uncertain as to how this had anything to do with him.
"I went to pick up, and the tailor said somebody else already did," she explained. "But when I asked who, she said she couldn't remember."
She waited for Klaus to catch on to her thinking, but he just tilted his head to the side confused.
"Hello? The vervain is out of the town water supply," Caroline declared. "She was compelled!"
Klaus burst into laughter. She didn't expect that reaction from him, so as she watched him laugh, her face became very serious.
"It is not funny."
"No, I know. I know," Klaus chuckled trying to subdue his need to smile.
"Then stop laughing," she demanded.
Klaus pushed his lips together, a smile teasing at his lips as he tried to look back at her without exploding with amusement.
"Look," she scoffed. "I know prom isn't important to you. But it's important to me."
He moved towards her and offered, "Well, I'm sure finding a new dress is well within your substantial vampire capabilities."
Caroline dramatically spun, throwing her hands in the air.
"Oh, but I don't just want another dress," she chined. She turned back to Klaus with a determined look on her face. "I want to look hot, like Princess-Grace-of-Monaco-hot."
She slowly started to move towards Klaus, a grin growing on his face when he realized where this was going.
"So, could you please go back into your creepy trophy case of family collectibles, and dig me out something of royal caliber?"
She flashed him her award-winning Miss Mystic Falls smile and there was no way Klaus could turn her down. He smiled and nodded, defeated.
"Come with me, love."
Caroline followed giddily after him as he led her through a maze of rooms. The lights were still off, but she could vaguely see the silhouette of his figure. Finally, he stopped and opened the door to a dark room. He flicked on the light switch. Just as Caroline's eyes began to adjust to the sudden light change, she was met with a room full of dresses.
Holy crap.
Caroline was stunned when she saw the walls lined with countless dresses. Each dress seemed to be from a different time period and each with a uniquely diverse design. There were blacks, golds, silvers, whites, pinks, reds, blues, and greens. She marveled at the magnificent sight.
"Take your pick," he encouraged.
Caroline took a step into the room still in awe. She didn't even know where to begin. She glanced at Klaus unsure if this was okay, but he just nodded and pulled her to one side of the room so she could take a look at the gowns.
Moving away from him, she started to work her magic. She looked through each dress. Eyeing the fabrics, the designs, and the colors, and picked out the ones she thought had potential. While she scoured the room, Klaus lounged comfortably on a sofa watching her entertained.
When she had an armful of dresses, she turned back to Klaus.
"Is there anywhere I can try these on? I just want to make sure they fit."
He pointed across the room where a decorative mahogany wooden folding screen stood with a picture of hydrangeas printed on the outside.
She started heading to the folding screen but stopped.
She glared and said in a threatening tone, "No peeking."
Klaus grinned but lifted his hands up in defense.
"I won't."
With that said, she turned on her heel and went behind the screen. There was a brass rack behind where she could set the dresses down while she tried them on. She took off her jacket and slung it over the screen. She started to unbutton her pants but peeked off to the side just to make sure Klaus wasn't trying anything, but he just mindlessly stared at the ceiling. She pulled down her pants and took off her shirt, letting them fall to the ground.
Klaus could hear her undressing, the tumble of her clothes resting on the ground. It was almost impossible to keep himself from rushing over there and taking the rest of her clothes off too. Self-control was never his strong suit. He remembered how stunning her body had looked when he was in Tyler's body. That marble white skin glowing in the sun, and her kisses… Oh God, her kisses. To think they were so close to having "hot hybrid sex" in the woods. No matter, he rather ravish her in his own body anyways, with the right equipment.
Klaus chuckled to himself.
"What're you laughing at, sicko?" Caroline called from behind the screen.
"Nothing, love."
"Right," she rolled her eyes.
While she decided what dress to try on first, she couldn't help but look at the others still hanging on the walls. There were just so many.
"So, whose dresses are these? I don't see you wearing them," she teased.
"Very funny, love," Klaus said. "But these are actually Rebekah's."
"Well, don't you think she'd kill me if she saw me wearing one of her dresses?" Caroline asked as she slid on the first dress.
"You asked, I delivered," Klaus insisted. "I will not be held responsible for my sister's actions."
Caroline walked out from behind the screen and frowned at Klaus before going to the mirror to see how it looked on her. Klaus was taken aback, she looked stunning as always. The dress was royal blue and made of satin. It had a slim fit that curved around her body and had a black train that tied with a black bow resting over her chest.
Caroline shook her head, "It's sexy, but I don't know. I'm not totally in love with it."
She went back behind the screen and shimmied her way out of the dress and into another one.
"Well, if Rebekah kills me, at least I'll die in a pretty dress."
Klaus laughed at that.
"If Rebekah kills you, she'll ruin the dress in the process."
Caroline walked out again, this time in a light pink dress. The front had a V-cut, but it didn't hug her hips as the blue dress did. This time it wrapped around her mid-torso, where the light chiffon trailed down in two separate layers revealing one naked leg. When she turned to the face the mirror, Klaus noticed the dress was backless, leaving it completely bare, with only two measly straps to hold it all together.
Klaus turned away subduing the need to caress her back with his fingers and kiss her shoulder blades.
Why the hell did he allow his sister to prance around in a dress like that? And now Caroline would go strolling around her high school dance wearing it. No doubt those prepubescent boys would make googly eyes at her. The thought angered him. He couldn't allow her to wear that dress, well, not outside his house at least.
"Eh," Caroline turned and headed back to the screen, "It's pretty and sexy, but it doesn't quite scream 'queen'."
Klaus sighed in relief as he heard her take off the dress and try on another.
"I suppose, she would. But maybe she won't mind," Caroline continued. "I mean, it's just one less dress. She has a thousand more left here."
"They're not all hers, y'know?"
"A cross-dresser," she said in a mocking tone. "I knew it."
Caroline laughed to herself, while Klaus rolled his eyes. He didn't even bother responding to her accusation. He wasn't about to reveal to her his past indiscretions. Might as well let her think whatever she wanted to.
She walked out again in the final dress she had picked out. It was black. A silver brooch sat below her chest where a silk bow wrapped around her bodice. The dress withered in light ruffles that layered to the floor. It had an old Hollywood flare to it, and it made her look dark and alluring, which Klaus found kind of sexy. But it didn't quite suit her. It didn't match the light of her bubbly personality.
Caroline sighed and fell to the floor.
"I give up! I can't find the perfect prom dress."
Klaus stared at her, still not comprehending the importance of prom. Of course she looked amazing in all the dresses she tried on, hell, she looked great without them. But for whatever reason, she couldn't see that.
Klaus jumped up from his seat and stood up.
"I think I might just have the perfect dress."
"What?" she looked at him confused.
He vamped out of the room, and dug into his creepy trove of family collectibles. When he had found it, he rushed back and he held it out to Caroline who was still sitting on the floor confused.
"Put this on," he instructed.
"Why?" she looked at him suspiciously.
"You wanted a dress. Here."
Klaus held it out for her. She doubtfully took it from him and went back behind the screen. Hanging the black dress on the rack, she carefully slipped on the one he gave her. It fit like glove, probably just another one of his creepy Cinderella fetishes.
She examined the gown on her. It was ivory with pearl beading that intricately encircled the whole dress. It had a tight strapless bodice, with pearl beading all over the chest area and a brooch resting below it. The dress hugged tightly to her curves, until gradually opening just below her knees where it had a tulle skirt that grazed the ground.
Caroline nervously took a step out and noticed Klaus was waiting only a few feet away with his back turned.
She cleared her throat, he turned around.
"So..."
Klaus looked at her flabbergasted. He managed to spit out, "You look… beautiful."
No, she looked gorgeous. No, she looked more than gorgeous. She looked absolutely exquisite. But Klaus was too astonished that he couldn't find the words to say that to her. He was too preoccupied admiring her.
"Don't be ridiculous," she blushed. "I haven't even gotten my hair done or put on my make-up yet."
"Nevertheless," he smiled breathlessly. "You look ravishing in that dress."
She turned to study her reflection in the mirror and saw what he did. She did look beautiful. The dress complimented her curves and was tight in all the right places. It was alluring, but not too revealing. Glamorous, but not too overwhelming. It was perfect.
She was almost glad Elena had stolen her original prom dress or she wouldn't have been able to wear this one. Almost.
Caroline did a quick princess twirl before facing Klaus again who was still looking at her. He took a step toward her so they were inches apart. He tentatively lifted his hand, waiting for her to move away, but she didn't. He brushed away a stray hair and wrapped it behind her ear and then lightly touched the side of her face.
He wanted to hold her. He wanted to sweep her off her feet right then and there and show her the world and everything it had to offer. And after he had shown her, that still wouldn't be enough, he wanted to give it all to her.
Caroline timidly rested her hand on his and pressed her cheek to his palm.
Klaus hesitantly inched forward. Taking his other hand, he rested it on the other side of her face wihile her other hand moved to his chest as if pulling him. They looked at each other.
What was she doing?
She was supposed to be with Tyler, and here she was basically having eye sex with the man who killed his mother. She had to get out of here. But oh God, the way he was softly brushing her face and the way he was looking at her, how he always looked at her, made her want to melt. Then, those lips...
Just. One. Kis–
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Caroline jumped away startled before rushing to her pants to turn off her phone alarm. Klaus stepped back disappointed that the moment was ruined. Caroline dug into her pocket and checked the alarm. It read: One hour till prom! Hurry your ass up!
"Oh my gosh, I've got to go!"
She ran behind the screen and began to quickly strip out of the dress before slipping on her normal clothes.
"I've only got an hour to do hair and make-up! Are you kidding me?"
"You can always arrive fashionably late, love. I'm sure they'd understand."
Caroline moved out from behind the screen and slipped on her jacket and picked up the dress. She started hastening out the door with Klaus following calmly behind.
Hurrying down the stairs, she asked, "When should I return the dress? I mean, I could stop by tomorrow, but I might be a little hung over, so don't expect me till the late afternoon."
"You can keep the dress," he said.
Caroline stopped just as she was opening the front door and looked at him in shock.
"Are you crazy? Rebekah will kill me!"
Klaus placed his arm on the door and leaned against it.
"She can't kill you if it's not her dress."
"Well, whose dress is it then?"
"That's a long story," he grinned. "But rest assured it was worn by a princess almost as beautiful as you."
She rolled her eyes and scoffed.
Reusing pick-up lines. Nice try.
"Well, I guess you'll have to tell me all about it next time," she said.
There was a sad look in his eyes, but Klaus quickly snapped out of it and smiled.
"You should probably get going, you have another thing to check-off your 'Vampire To Do List'."
Caroline laughed as she walked over to her car and threw the dress into the passenger's seat next to her. Klaus stood at the bottom of the front door steps as she walked over to the driver's seat and opened the car door. She paused.
She thought about maybe inviting him to go to prom with her. It was the least she could do since he gave her a dress. It would've been nice to have a date at least, and maybe he could help her exact revenge on Elena. But then she decided he wouldn't want to go to some high school dance with her.
Would he?
She shook her head.
Of course not.
But before she could hop into her car and prepare for the night of her life, she felt like she needed to do something first.
"Something the matter, love?"
"I forgot something," she said, and before he could ask what, she vamped up to him and pulled him into a hug.
Klaus didn't know what to do at first. He was still shocked that she was even touching him, but when he finally came to his senses, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. He took in the warmth of how close her body was against his, how tight her arms were wrapped around him, and how glorious she smelt. He could stay like this for an eternity if he could.
"Thanks," she pulled away, her arms still wrapped around his neck and his around her waist.
"You're welcome, sweetheart," he smiled blissfully.
She let go and started heading back to her car.
"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"You have a good night, Caroline," he said as she hopped into her car and drove off to celebrate the night of her life.
Klaus started heading back inside but glanced back one last time to look at the direction her car had left and mumbled, "And good-bye" before shutting the door behind him.
So we have arrived at the long-awaited Damon and Caroline scene. I know there's some controversy from fans about whether or not Damon raped her, but in my mind, he did. Don't get me wrong, I love Damon, but in season 1 he was a monster. He was the big bad villain (until Klaus came along). He had no respect for human life. Humans meant nothing more to him that blood bags and playthings. I mean, he turned Vicki into a vampire because he was bored. With that said, I still love Damon, and his snarky remarks, and his beautiful eyes, and nice body. But for the purposes of this story and Caroline's character development, I think we can agree that Damon took advantage of her. We all know how much Caroline loves to be in control, and at that moment, Damon took that all away from her.
But don't you fret, I will redeem Damon's character, and Caroline will come out a stronger person when this is all done. I just hated how the writers just swept aside what happened to her like it was nothing... no respect for rape victims.
Anyways, moving on. How about that Klaroline scene? This was but another scenario that I wondered about after watching TVD, like how did Klaus present her the dress, and what was her reaction? I just get so annoyed that the writers left out so much when there's so much content to work with. SO MUCH DAMN POTENTIAL. But yes, this is another favorite Klaroline scene of mine. I just love it when they're comfortable and silly around each other.
Alright, here we go, my reaction to the TVD season 6 mid-season finale:
What. In. The. HELL. I cannot stress to you how retcon this whole season is... How the fuck do the writers stray so far from canon? First of all, Alaric and Tyler choosing their girlfriends over Bonnie was such a mistake. I literally couldn't bear to watch my baby cry like that. And then, don't get me started on how vampire blood can't heal cancer or some shit. From season one, we've been shown time and time again that vampire blood has the ability to miraculously heal any injury, wound, damage, and sickness. From Elena's cerebral brain hemorrhage to Jeremy's gunshot wound to the chest. And suddenly, vampire blood can't heal cancer? I also hate that they're using Liz's death as a prop to make Steroline happen. So, let me make this very clear for my story.
I will include all the new information that I've learned from the show, but I will alter them so it's less shitty.
1) Such as, Liz having cancer. I swear, I wrote that she found out she had cancer after Stefan and Caroline dropped her off at the hospital after the thing with Trip before I watched the mid-season finale. So, it's an absolute coincidence that I happened to be right. That's just how predictable TVD is becoming.
I also won't allow Stefan to be the one to tell Caroline though, I think that's something that should strictly be between Caroline and her mom.
2) As of right now, Mystic Falls is still possessed by the Traveler's spell. So, it's still a no vampire zone. I haven't decided how to incorporate Kai and the rest of their weird family into this yet, but I'll think of something that'll fit with my grand master plan.
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3) Stefan and Caroline are still only friends, before he turned into a complete douche bag this season.
Also, for whatever reason, I had it in my mind that Bill and Liz divorced when Caroline was much younger, not while she was in high school as the last episode suggests. I don't feel like altering it because I feel like it works better this way.
I thought about telling you guys who I ship, besides Klaus and Caroline, but then I decided it would spoil the story. This way you guys can keep wondering who's going to end up with who, while still figuring out who's the real enemy here, while also anticipating when Klaus and Caroline will finally be reunited.
How's that for a plot line? BOOM.
Anyways, while I still try to sort out the mess that is TVD season 6, you can ponder on this question: How do you think Caroline will find out her mom has cancer?
If I don't upload another chapter before Christmas, I'll just say it now: HAPPY HOLIDAYS GUYS!
Feel free to review and leave feedback, I enjoy reading what everyone has to say.
**Fun fact: The dresses mentioned in this chapter are actual dresses I have in my posession. I wore the blue on to my prom, and the pink one to my cousin's wedding.**