Seph is back with a vengeance. As you can see I'm combining as many prompts as possible. I apologize for any plot holes but in my defense the show's too messed up sometimes to make a linear storyline out of it.
The whole Immune storyline is inspired by the character of Lydia Martin in Teen Wolf and fadingtales' Eternal Contemplations with twists of my own.
"Kol meets caroline before klaus :)" – KlarolineCinderella
"Ummmm, how about a human caroline & vamp. Kol. Kol saves Caroline from being attack..." – Guest
"So...Kol is trying to get Caroline to date him,but she keeps rejecting his advances,so he enlists Klaus's help,and of course,the rest of his over-bearing family gets ,and Klaus is not interested in Caroline" – Sarah
"So what if Kol was sort of like Klaus in the way that he wanted Caroline, and she starts to fall for him. But in the episode that he gives her a blue dress and theres a ball and theres a horse and stuff... so ya :))))" – nadya12
"Caroline could have known about the plan to kill Kol, and she betrays her friends and does what she can to protect him.
Also where Caroline gets attacked and kol saves her. Maybe she's about to get raped.
Or Caroline saves kol from getting killed" – AngelinaGuerin23
Caroline's summer of her sophomore year begins with a funeral. Elena's parents' funeral to be exact and she does what every good friend does and sits with Bonnie and the Gilbert siblings at the front pew. Elena is in between her and Bonnie with Jeremy at her right. She tries to hold Elena's hand but the brunette brushes her off and reaches for Bonnie's instead.
Caroline ignores the sting of the rejection and instead tries to focus on the service instead, listening to the platitudes and counting how many times Jeremy lightly pounds his fist on his thigh. He's jittery with too much pent up tension and Caroline doesn't know if he's under the influence or just anxious. She doesn't bother to ask since sweet Jer-bear has turned into Jer-the-Grizzly-I-Will-Tear-You-Into-Pieces-Just-T est-Me-Fucker-Bear.
Elena's eyebrows furrow after a bit and she glances at Jeremy's unending movement and Caroline sighs inwardly before grasping Jeremy's fist, unfolding it and placing it back on his thigh. She can see Jeremy frown at her from her peripheral and she doesn't say a word.
God, she hates funerals. But it certainly wouldn't be the last of the year she would later realize.
Caroline spends the next week in Miami with her dad…and his new boyfriend. Caroline dislikes Stephen at principal alone since this man did make sure her dad wasn't living in Mystic Falls anymore. But her dad loves the guy and she loves her dad so she tries to be civil. Put emphasis on 'try'.
Stephen's daughter, Hannah, on the other hand has crawled directly from hell it seems and when the girl accidentally spills coffee on her new shoes, she is now persona non grata in Caroline's book.
After Caroline, accidentally switches the contents of Hannah's shampoo with Nair (and sadly Hannah caught in time before she ended up looking like Britney Spears in her breakdown days), her dad and Stephen have enough of the 'girly squabbling' and force–encourage the girls to make nice via forcing- encouraging Caroline to go with Kate to a concert.
Caroline could kill herself because John Mayer is so not her type. Well, not since the whole Jaylor incident which Hannah claims John is totally innocent in. How dare she?
"Behave, Caroline." Her dad whispered into her ear when she hugged him goodbye.
"No promises." She muttered.
"No promises on Jimmy Choo on your birthday then."
Caroline pulled back and frowned at her dad. "That's blackmail."
Her dad grinned. "No, it's incentive."
Oh, Hannah dares.
The concert was amazing, of course (since she was able to trick Hannah into watching TSwift instead). Taylor always delivers. But after the concert Hannah kept insisting that Taylor was the guilty one in the Haylor debacle because Harry Styles can do no wrong.
Caroline is seriously debating pushing Hannah into an oncoming car before Hannah spots some of her friends and the ditzy bitch flocks to them and decides to ignore Caroline's existence thereafter.
Caroline just rolls her eyes and walks away.
Okay, Caroline is definitely an idiot. Having been raised by a sheriff and someone from a long line of sheriffs, she really should've known better than to walk home by herself in the middle of the night especially with hooligans following her and looking very much not wanting to stop her for a chat.
She brisk walks shy of running and before long they are in pursuit and she runs with everything in her. The streets are deserted and the area far too quiet, her blood pumping and the sound of her heeled boots pounding on the pavement loud to her ears.
She turns a corner and immediately freezes when she hits an end.
Well, fuck.
She hurriedly opens her purse and fishes out her phone, dialing her dad's number and waiting for him to pick up.
You have reached Bill Forbes' phone. Unfortunately I cannot come-
Fuck! Not voicemail!
She is in near tears now and she wants to throw her phone at the brick wall but she can hear her pursuers behind her now and all she wants to do is scream.
So she does.
Quite loudly really and sounding a bit like a dying pelican.
Well, that's embarrassing.
"Well, that's embarrassing."
She and her stunned would-be rapists all turn around to look at the new arrival in the horror story that is Caroline Forbes' life.
Now this is just unfair.
Even under extreme duress, Caroline could appreciate hotness when it is presented and here is six feet of perfect porcelain skin, with chiseled features framed by dark hair and reaching his even darker eyes all presented in a leather jacket.
It's like Christmas came early (sans being about to be sexually assaulted, of course).
"Hello, mates." He speaks again. English lit bursting with amusement. "What you got here?"
One of the goons speaks up. "None of ya business. Fuck off before you regret it."
Mr. Dark Angel in Leather just grins and it's dangerous and thrilling. Caroline almost swoons (or maybe that's from the adrenalin, maybe not). She practically glistens with hope. He's going to save her. He's going to take those turds on singlehandedly and win like some hero in an action movie where she'll fall into his arms and he'll carry her to safety. He is going to-
"Alright then."
What?
"I see you have your plans." He gestures towards her. "I'll leave you to it."
Wait, wait, wait – he's not going to walk away, Is he? No, that can't be!
He begins to walk away and pure panic shoots through Caroline and she practically yelps. "Wait!"
Come back!
He stops and turns to her, eyebrows raised in question. "Yes?"
"Don't just leave me here!" She gestures wildly. "Don't leave me with them!"
He shrugs. "Darling, as much as I would love to tear them apart for you, I am a very busy man concerned with many important things, I assure you. So if you'll excuse me…"
She's gaping at him in disbelief.
Oh my God, what a jerk! He is really going to let her get raped and killed her because he's busy? Oh she's not letting him walk away. He doesn't get to divert from the script in her head!
"Hey, you! The one who still thinks leather jackets are cool past the 80's, we are not done here!"
He comes back to look at her like she is a complete lunatic.
"You don't get to walk away here!" She intones, explaining it to him with fierce determination. "You are supposed to be saving me! You're supposed to beat the fuck out of those guys and then I'm going to faint in your arms and you'll carry me to your apartment where you'll let me sleep on your bed while you take the couch!"
He blinks in confusion. "Why would I take the couch?"
"Cause you're a gentleman as heroes should be!" She frowns at him and gestures to the hooligans. "Now save me. Get to it!"
He blinks at her for a good moment before he moves so fast it's like he freaking teleported. He's just suddenly in front of the goons, his arm inside the chest of one and pulling out a bloody heart with the ease of twitching a finger.
The goons are gaping at him now before he moves like lightning again and then there are three individual bodies laying on the ground beside their ripped out hearts,
Caroline is ready to throw up.
The boy turns to her with his bloody hands opened as if to say 'well, there'. "Satisfied, sweetheart? Was that heroic enough for you?"
Caroline can't stop staring at the blood on his hands and she still wants to vomit. Meanwhile, the boy – uh, whatever he is – is cleaning the blood of him with one of the hooligans jacket that he ripped off.
Caroline would really like to vomit now.
She knows she can't run away. He is blocking the only exit and she already knows he moves faster than the speed of freaking light and she contemplates for an insane moment whether she should've just let him walk away. I mean with the goons, she knew what she was up against. With this guy, oh heavens…..
"So, what's your name?" He asks when he's wiped his hands as clean as he can. His white hands are still stained pink and reeking of blood though but he doesn't seem to mind.
"W-What are you?" She practically shrieks.
And he frowns, rolling his eyes. "I guess I have to kill you now."
"W-What?"
"Don't ask redundant questions, sweetheart. It falls too much into the dumb blonde stereotype and it's not doing you any favors."
"Huh?"
Her brain is totally fried.
Fast as shock he's there in front of her, just a foot away and she's staring into pools of ink drowning in milk chocolate. "Usually I would kill you but I really do have things to do so rain check on your death?"
His irises widen and he says, "Forget me."
And then he's gone.
And she doesn't forget.
Caroline finally arrives at her dad and Stephen's house dazed and confused. Hannah's still not home and all she wants to do is crawl into bed and don't come out till September. She just doesn't understand how her life went from a war on her future stepsister to having her very reality ripped to shreds in front of her.
But she can't sleep, not when there are so many questions rummaging in her head, screaming to be answered.
So she does what any girl would've done – Google.
Vampires?
Huh.
Come on, life isn't Twilight.
Werewolves?
Life isn't Twilight.
Demi-god?
Possible.
Okay, so you know those girls in movies and books that when something weird happens they try to solve it on their own and don't tell their parents and they only tell when their lives are in grave danger because they think their parents won't believe them?
Well, that was going to be Option A for Caroline but seeing as Caroline really dearly does value her grasp on reality, she goes to her dad. Because Bill Forbes is logical and smart and can help with the mystery unraveling…or at least call an excellent therapist for her if need be.
She wakes up late, having stayed up the night 'researching' but ending up only ordering the entire Percy Jackson series on Amazon and her dad is in his office talking to someone on the phone when she waits outside the door just itching to bother him.
He finishes his call and doesn't even glance her way but greeting just the same. "Hey, Care bear. How was the concert last night?"
She smiles and enters the room, leaning on his desk to really get his attention. "Daddy…"
He's looking through some documents and absentmindedly goes, "Yes?"
She hesitates before pushing through. Even if she is just crazy and she imagined the whole thing last night, at least someone knows about what she saw. She doesn't have to hide it and let it ruin her life because that's what always happens to those girls, right?
"Daddy -in a completely hypothetical scenario – if hypothetically, last night after the concert I walked home and was – hypothetically – followed by some guys who cornered me at an alley…"
Her dad looks up so fast and stares at her, alarmed. "Care bear, did you get-"
"And hypothetically, some guy comes and saves me by say – hypothetically – moving at the speed of light and ripping out their hearts like it was nothing…what would you think that guy was?"
Her dad is massaging his foreheads as if trying to cure a headache. "Honey, I think you should sit down. It's time for the talk."
After the longest history lesson ever, Caroline reminds herself to online later to order some Anne Rice novels.
Her dad has pretty much explained all the phenomena in Mystic Falls and a part of her feels betrayed that her parents kept this whole vampire thingy a secret from her but her thoughts really keep focusing on something. "Daddy, this compulsion, does it not work on some people?"
"With years of meditation and control, it is possible."
"But how about for someone who hasn't gone through that?"
"What do you mean?"
"The guy – the vampire – he tried to compel me last night. He wanted me to forget him." She explained. "But I didn't. Why is that?"
She can't read her dad's eyes but she thinks she sees fear in them. "I don't know, sweetheart."
Summer comes and goes and the new school year is greeted by new boys in town - specifically, the Salvatore brothers who hang around Elena like puppies fighting over a chew toy. The older one, Damon, tries to compel her when he first meets her but again, it doesn't work on her.
Her dad still hasn't told her why the vampire Jedi mind tricks aren't working on her. He claims to not know why but she has a feeling he does and just won't tell her. She wonders if the reason really is something to be feared.
She contemplates whether to tell Elena her new boyfriend and said boyfriend's brother are part of The Walking Dead but remembers her dad's warning not to tell her friends about 'the great vampire secret' since they wouldn't believe her anyway.
But he seems to have forgotten how bad she is at keeping secrets.
And she ends up telling Bonnie and Elena who stare at her in complete disbelief.
"Stop making up stories, Caroline." Elena tells her. "There's no such thing as vampires."
"Magic isn't real, Care." Bonnie agrees.
That sad moment when your parents are right.
When it all comes out in very grandiose fashion, Caroline just sits back and watches it all go as crazy as she expected.
Vampires aren't real, Caroline.
Well, Elena just find out both Salvatore brothers are rocking the Dracula lifestyle.
Magic isn't real, Caroline.
Bonnie just learned she's a witch and a pretty strong one at that.
What are you, Caroline?
Caroline's gonna get back to them on that.
Damon bites her one day.
He's had a bad day. Just finding out the love of his immortal life wasn't in the tomb and that she's been avoiding him all this time because she really wants Stefan instead. Gotta sting like hell but does he have to bite her?
She knows he's on self-destruct mode but leave her out of it. It's not her fault his life is a wreck.
"Caroline, Caroline…." Damon says when he sees her, hands going to her shoulders one of them pulls on her hair. "Have you come to laugh?"
"No," She frowns. "Just checking on you. Stefan asked me to."
"Ah, Stef…" He grimaces. "Perfect, nice Stefan."
He keeps playing with her hair and she tries to shrug him off but he keeps on. "You like him better too, don't you?"
She rolls her eyes. "Stop being such a –"
She can only let out a yelp when his teeth go for her neck and he gets a mouthful of her blood before stumbling backwards directly in the path of sunlight shining through the window.
Damon stares down at his bare fingers - no ring! - and then up at her in total awe and confusion.
Well, what the hell?
Caroline ends up missing the car crash Tyler and Matt were in when she tries to help Elena and the gang with the escaped vampires in the tomb. A couple of them corner her in an alley – again. What's with her and alleys? She should really avoid them – and they're going straight for her throat when they all fall to the ground, clutching their heads in agony.
She moves past them and sees Stefan collapsing beside a frantic Elena.
After the entire mess is over with, Caroline goes to the hospital and finds Tyler at the waiting area, looking guilty and terrified.
"Tyler…"
He looks up at her and his usually cocky air is gone. "Matt's in surgery. Internal bleeding."
Days later, Matt greets Caroline at the carnival she had worked so hard planning. He seems perfectly okay after Damon gave him his blood so he can heal but when Matt tries to compel her into coming with him into an alley – goddamn alleys – she shouts for Stefan so loudly everyone stares at her.
The Salvatores arrive quickly and pull Matt away from any possible victims.
"Trust me, you don't want to feed on that one." Damon says to him, as the new vampire struggles to break free.
No one knows what Caroline is really. So far only two things have been made clear.
She can't be compelled.
Ans her blood makes a vampire human for a short period of time.
They haven't tested the second one so much since Caroline's quite iffy about being bitten much to the merry gang's frustration. But with a few needles, she lets Matt have a small dose and he spends twenty minutes under the sun before he starts sizzling.
She gives a bigger dose to Stefan who is able to have no murderous vampire rage for an hour.
And she doesn't give Damon because he considers her the vampire's version of the Black Plague.
Tyler successfully transitions to a werewolf with Matt and Bonnie's help. And Caroline lets him get a dose of her blood just to see if it would work.
For one full hour, he claims that he's never felt more peaceful.
And they begin to wonder what she is all the more.
Magic doesn't work on her.
She finds that out when she and Damon go to rescue Matt and Tyler from being sacrificed for that stupid Sun and Moon curse. The Hybrid and his minions have come to town and now they are trying to stop hell from unleashing on earth.
Witches throw spells at her but they seem to bounce off her and they can only gap in surprise before Damon shoots them with Alaric's gun.
"Getting more and more mysterious as time goes by, Barbie," Damon tells her as they go down the cellar.
Tyler bit Damon so it's Caroline-the-Cure-to-Everything-Supernatural-Forbe s to the rescue.
"You look like shit." Caroline says when she sees Damon on his bed, sweaty, ashy skin and coughing out a lung. "I feel like I should take a picture."
"I'm dying, Barbie." He wheezes out. "Leave me to die with some dignity."
She rolls her eyes and sits down on the bed, bouncing a little and he grimaces when he gets jostled. "No, you're not gonna die. I'll give you some of my blood."
He grimaces. "No, thank you."
"Oh, don't be a baby!" She chides, rolling up her sleeve. "If this works, you get to hunt down that freaking hybrid later for causing this and if it doesn't work, well, you die. Your pick."
"I must be in hell," he mutters before groaning in misery. "Alright, alright."
She offers her wrist and he bites down. He takes a mouthful than another and another….
"Damon…."
He's not stopping. She tries to grab her arm away.
"Damon!"
He lets her go, falling back into the pillows and staring at the ceiling with his clear blue eyes. "That was…I feel…"
"Human?" Caroline supplied, grimacing at her wrist.
"Human." Damon reiterated in awe.
Months seem to go by without any news of the crazy, old, troublesome hybrid and after Elena's birthday, they start to get complacent. It feels almost normal. No danger, no deaths, just homework and pep rallies like it should be.
Of course nothing lasts for long and Caroline wakes up on her eighteenth birthday with a box on her bedside table with a platinum bracelet inside the velvet case. There's no card.
Her Dad comes back to town after many months and they clue him in about everything that's happened last school year.
"Care bear, how does a hybrid and ritual sacrifices not cause to call me?"
"Hello, sweetheart."
She turns around to see the last person she expects. "You…"
"Me." Kol Mikaelson aka the vampire in Florida aka the Original hybrid grins at her. "How've you been since we saw each other face to face?"
"Better." She answers, staring at him suspiciously as she moves past him with her coffee, taking a seat at a table. "Been quite peaceful since you and your minions left town."
"I sincerely apologize for disrupting the peace then." Still grinning, he follows her and takes the seat adjacent to hers at the table she picked. "But I do have some urgent business here."
"Really now?" She tries to play it cool because he can't know that Elena's still alive. "What about?"
"Of the doppelganger business," He answers. "Know anything about that?"
She shakes her head. "Nope."
He smiles and takes her coffee from her, taking a sip. "You're a terrible liar. You have to work on that."
He sets the mug down and his eyes sear into hers, trying to decipher her thoughts. "It's a pity you can't be compelled. This would make this so much easier."
She takes her coffee back. "Real pity then."
He leans down on his elbows, staring at her with those dark eyes of his. Ink drowning in chocolate. "Tell me something though. Do you know what you are?"
Her heart speeds up. Could he have the answers she's looking for or is he just baiting her? But he was over a thousand years old, if anyone could know it, it'd be him. "No. Do you?"
He doesn't answer just takes her phone off the table and fiddles with it before giving it back to her. "That's my number and the address of my new house in town. You should come over one of these days. Maybe Saturday? My siblings have been dying to meet you."
She stares at him confusion. "Why would I need to meet your family?"
He doesn't answer just stands up and waving her off when she protests. "Remember, Saturday!"
"I'm not going."
Damon glares at her. "Barbie, you have an opportunity here to find out more about the freaking Originals and their motives. Find out some advantage we can have over them. Don't be selfish!"
"Damon," Stefan cuts in before turning to Caroline. "You don't have to do this, Caroline. We're not gonna push you."
Caroline stares between the two brothers then turns to look at the rest of the group for their input. None of them look like they were for that idea but they don't look against the idea either. It's up to her then about whether to go inside Casa Mikaelson by herself or to boycott the whole crazy plan.
Her survival instincts scream: run. Her reckless side says: hell yeah.
Caroline arrives promptly at the Mikaelson home for lunch as they agreed upon. Kol greets her at the door with a beaming grin, ushering her into the dining room where four vampires sat, staring at her with much interest. There were three men who look older than Kol and a girl about her age.
She tries to smile but good God, she's terrified. And they have to know it too.
"She looks like she's ready to bolt, Kol." The one man with dirty blonde hair remarks, smirking at her.
Kol snorts as he pulls a seat for her. "Shut up, Nik."
Caroline takes her seat shyly as Kol takes the one beside her, on her right. To her left is the girl, blonde with icy blue eyes. Like Malibu Barbie.
"Kol, aren't you going to introduce her to us?" The girl asked, prompting Kol to start.
"Caroline, these are my siblings: Elijah, Finn, Klaus and Rebekah." Kol points to each one. "And just so you know, they are pathological liars. Whatever they say about me to you is a boldfaced lie."
"Kol, just fears you'll think he's rather odd after we tell you more about him." Elijah says with a small smile. "For example, when he was a young boy-"
Kol clears his throat.. "Oh, enough about me. Let's eat. Shall we?"
Kol is glaring at his siblings like a petulant child, making them laugh even more. Caroline tries to stifle her giggles as his siblings make fun of him at his expense, telling her the most embarrassing stories about the hybrid. Finn in particular told a hilarious story about Kol when he brought a mule and a comb to a whorehouse some century ago.
"I'm so happy you're enjoying yourselves." Kol groused, crossing his arms over his chest and slouching in his seat.
Rebekah snorts. "After all the times you gave as flack over our relationships, I think it's more than the right time for some payback."
"We have been waiting quite a long time for this." Finn adds.
That made Caroline curious.
"Why didn't you guys embarrass him with the other girls?" She asked.
Klaus laughs. "What other girls? He never brought any of them home."
Caroline freezes in her seat, her eyes wide. Wait, she's the first girl he's ever brought home? But he's over a thousand years old! That's…that's….
Kol is shooting glares at his brother. "I'm going to bite you."
Klaus doesn't back down though and scoffs. "Like it can kill me, brother. Give me a real threat."
"How 'bout just get Caroline to give some blood to last a few hours?" Rebekah suggests. "That should be fun."
"I think I still have my mace around if you like." Finn smirks at Kol.
"Now, now, children." Elijah says as if to scold before adding. "Let's be modern. Use the flame thrower."
"You bastards!" Klaus exclaims in between laughs.
She's in Kol's bedroom, sitting on the bed and staring at the wooden ceiling fan. Kol is lying down beside her and she feels oddly comfortable in his presence. God knows why.
"Are you going to answer my questions yet?" Caroline asks, pouting down at him even though he couldn't see because his eyes are closed.
"Maybe."
"Kol." She pokes one of his robes with her finger. "I'm going to leave."
He opens one eye before sighing. "Fine. Ask away."
"What am I?"
"A girl."
Well, isn't that specific.
"No, as in – what am I? How come vampires can't compel me? How come my blood makes vampires and werewolves human for short periods of time? How come spells don't work on me? What am I?"
Kol sits up and stares into her eyes and answers. "You are something very rare – you're Immune."
"Immune?" She parroted.
"Immune to magic and basically anything of the supernatural variety. Your blood cancels it out. Something in your genetics, a glitch, gave you immunity to these things. It happens to one in millions. Very rare." Kol explained. "The last one I met was a man in the 17th century and most of the others were rarely recorded that's why none of your friends could find out what you are."
"Just how immune are we talking about here?"
"I could force my blood down your throat and snap your neck right now and you will not come back. I can stab you and give you my blood but you will not heal with it. I could get my witches, all of them, to cast a curse on you and there will be no effect on you." Kol continued. "All magic, light or dark, cannot affect you directly."
She tried to process that information.
Immune. She now had a word for what she is. She was Immune to magic.
She looked at him again with a final question, :"And what does that mean for me?"
"Some creatures - vampires, werewolves - would do anything to become human. You'll find yourself a commodity for a bit." Kol answered. "But don't worry, I'll protect you."
And she finds herself wanting to believe him.
Caroline is getting her books for her next class when she feels someone behind her. Almost like a sixth sense, she knows who it is and she doesn't turn to see.
"Hello, sweetheart."
She doesn't look back but walks towards her class, he follows quickly getting in step with her. "What are you doing here?"
"Today's a school day." He answers like that makes all the sense in the world.
She glares at him and wills him to explain like a normal person.
He relents. "I'm attending high school. I never got to in this century, always busy with trying to break my curse and all so now I'm making up for last time."
She doesn't believe that for a second. "Mm-hmm. So you're a Junior?"
"Senior," He grins. "But Bekah's a Junior."
"Bekah?" She echoes and turns when said girl in question appears and loops her arm with hers.
"Come on, we have to go. We're going to be late for French." The blonde Original tells her before dragging her off.
Kol is everywhere and he can't take a hint. Caroline has been quite obvious that she doesn't want to start anything with him. Having lunch with him and his family that day was just to find out about what she is, nothing more really. She doesn't plan to be his freaking girlfriend and she's told him as such.
His response is to be freaking irresistible.
Have you seen Kol Mikaelson? It isn't fair. How come evil always come in pretty packages? That accent with the facial structure is a deadly combination only Satan must've come up with.
She's trying her best not to go crazy but then comes that faithful gym class he plays basketball, gets really sweaty and takes his shirt off and Caroline could've cried.
It isn't fair.
Damn him to the fiery pits he is spawned from!
Caroline's at the bookstore, looking through the shelves for something to occupy her time with.
Nothing with romance and handsome boys.
Nothing with sex.
Nothing about vampires.
Nothing about werewolves.
Nothing, nothing with male characters named 'Cole' or any variant of said name.
She doesn't know how she ends up at the children's section but there she is.
"Hello, duckie."
She looks up to where she's sitting on the carpet and sees one of the Original brothers, Finn. "Oh, hello."
She knew him to be the quiet type and there is something about him that doesn't make her want to pull her hair out like his siblings.
"What are you looking for?" He asks, crouching down beside her and looking at her selection.
"Something…." That doesn't remind her of Kol. "…good."
He pulls out a small picture book and hands it to her. "You might like this one."
She stares at the cover of Beauty and the Beast and frowns.
He smiles at her before leaving. "Good day, duckie."
Dammit.
Caroline doesn't even know how she ends up shopping with Rebekah. All she knows is that she's in a dressing room trying on different things that Rebekah says would be 'fantastic' on her.
A few minutes later, she has shopping bags of clothes and accessories. "Rebekah?"
"Yes?"
"How come most of the things you picked for me are blue?"
Rebekah smiles innocently, too innocently. "It looks good on you."
The next day when she went to school wearing a blue blouse, Kol smiles at her in delight. "That's my favorite color, you know."
Dammit.
Jeremy's birthday is coming up so Caroline decides to buy him some art supplies. She doesn't really know much about those but she figures she can ask someone. She's going through the aisles, looking at different pencils and God, there are many when a voice greets her, "Hello, Caroline."
She turns her head slowly, dreading and yet knowing who it is. "Hello, Klaus."
"Are you shopping for anything in particular?" He asks, all politeness and charm and she grits her teeth.
"Yes, I'm trying to get something for Jeremy. His birthday is coming up."
He picks up a pack of pencils and hands them to her. "These are good."
"Thanks." She mutters and puts them in her basket. She tries to turn and leave but he stops her.
"Would you mind modeling for me?"
She stops and stares at him in confusion. "Why?"
"You're very beautiful." He smiles at her. "And Kol has asked to have a painting of you done. We're leaning towards a motif with-"
"Okay, that's it!" She drops her basket and virtually runs out of the store.
Enough is enough.
She is so done.
Caroline pounds on the door of the Mikaelson home and even kicks it at some point. She's angry, sick and tired of the Originals' harassment. She's had enough and she is telling Kol so. Hybrid or not, she's not afraid of him.
But Kol doesn't answer the door, Elijah does.
"Caroline?"
She moves past him and inside the house. "Where is he?"
Elijah knows who she means instantly. "He had some business to attend to. I can take a message for him if you'd like."
Caroline tried to calm herself but she's too worked up. "Tell him, I'm never going to fall for some evil, crazy hybrid because I for one value myself and I would never stoop so low. Tell him, he should stop harassing me with his siblings and his superior need to take off his shirt in gym because I can't handle staring at him without wanting to jump him – I'm only human! I can't resist temptation when it comes in the form of someone like Kol Mikaelson! Why is he doing this to me?"
She realizes too late all the things she just revealed to Elijah and suddenly decides that maybe she could dig a hole in their garden and never come out.
Elijah smiles though and pats her light on the arm. "Caroline, he fancies you. That's it."
"Fancies?" She repeats the word like it's a curse.
"Yes. I'm afraid Kol has always had a problem with being subtle but especially in his courtship of you. I fear his affections for you are driving him quite mad." He chuckles. "It's amusing really."
It's not!
"He's never been like this before with anyone." Elijah sighs and shakes his head off. "I fear, Caroline, he's not going to give up. He can be very patient when he wants to be."
"How patient?" She asks in misery.
"He waited a thousand years to break his curse." Elijah points out. "And I don't think your lifespan will be that long."
Caroline glares at the invitation, wanting to chuck it at the garbage bin but thinks twice about it. She opens the box that came with it and instead and discovers a blue dress inside – no, periwinkle. A gown fit for a princess.
She could die.
The guy just doesn't give up, does she?
Whatever.
She closes the box.
She's not going.
There's someone knocking at her door. She goes down the stairs and answers the door only to be greeted by Kol Mikaelson in a tux.
The horror never ends, does it?
He looks at her outfit and frowns. "Why aren't you ready yet?"
"I'm not going." She defiantly tells him. "You can't make me."
He sighs. "I know. That's why I brought help."
"Caroline!" Rebekah pushes Kol out of the way. "Invite me in so we can get started on your hair. We only have three hours before the party and you have to look stunning!"
Caroline tries to protest but Rebekah glares at her and she knows she can't be compelled but Rebekah Mikaelson can inspire the fear of God in anyone with a single look. She invites the Original girl in and doesn't invite Kol. He patiently sits on the porch swing as Rebekah 'beautifies' her.
Caroline arrives at the ball on Kol's arm and everyone is staring at them. She's perfectly aware of her own looks and Kol is a category on his own and she knows how they must look – perfectly contemplating each other, her light with his dark.
Looks of envy and awe follow them as they make their way and it's when she's spinning in Kol's arms later that she feels a lightheadedness that has nothing to do with dancing.
She feigns a headache and goes outside for some fresh air, Kol follows her anyway and she stares at the lone horse outside, wishing Kol would go near its rear so it could kick him down. Ugh.
"You like horses?" Kol asks and she makes a non-committal noise. "They're lovely, aren't they?"
"I've always liked them." He continues. "When we lived here many centuries ago, there were wild horses running through the forests all the time and I used to watch them. How majestic and strong they were."
"Wow." She deadpans. "You should do voiceovers for National Geographic."
He grins at her, chuckling. "Funny."
She giggles and for a moment just stares at him, how the lights twinkling around them seem to reflect in his dark eyes, how the wind is making his hair dance and the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallows, staring down at her lips….
"Let's go inside!" She says quickly, going past him to her narrow escape.
That's much too close for comfort.
When she goes inside, Damon drags her away to somewhere more private. "You're not giving in to him, are you?" He demands.
She shakes her head. "No, of course not!"
"Cause you know he is pure evil. He's the reason Jenna and God knows how many people have died. You can't trust him."
A spark of irritation that is completely irrational ignites in her and she spats out. "As opposed to your death count, Damon." What a hypocrite this guy was. "But don't worry I'm sure you'll catch up."
The look on Damon's face is rather memorable and she goes past him and back to the party feeling lighter.
She's known about her friends wanting to kill Kol for a while but they never bothered to include her in their plans (because of Damon probably) citing that she could be a liability.
B y how exactly though? It's not like she has plans to divulge information to Kol. She isn't his girlfriend. She isn't obligated to him in anyway. She isn't his anything.
She's…she's just the girl he's obsessed with for the moment until he gets bored and he will. After all, she's just a human and he's an indestructible immortal.
But when she overhears their plan to get rid of Kol once and for all, she can't help but feel doubt.
"Have you ever wanted to be human again?" Caroline asks him. They're in the living room and she's playing chess with him on his I-pad.
Kol shrugs and Caroline pokes him in the stomach. He grunts and answers. "I may have thought about it once."
"Well, if you could become human now, would you?" She persists. "I mean, if my blood can make you permanently human then-"
"You'll die."
She stops, her breath hitching. "What?"
"In order for your blood to work, I need to drain you, every last drop." He stares into her eyes with determination. "And I have no plans on doing that."
"But you'll be human again." She keeps pushing.
He frowns. "If I'm going to become human again, it's certainly not to be just alone. What would be the point?"
"They're going to kill you."
"Whose side are you on?" Damon shouts in anger. "Why are you trying to save that evil scum? What's wrong with you?"
"The same thing that's wrong with you." Caroline retorts, looking between him and Elena. "The same kind of madness."
She exposes her neck to him. "Drink."
His hands tighten on her waist, firm but not painful and her heart keeps dancing in her chest, "I don't want to."
Her hands cup his face and trace the contours until his eyes close and he sighs with what emotion she doesn't know. "It'll be okay."
His lips go to her neck and he murmurs words she can barely hear. "I…love…you."
Dear Caroline,
I am proud of you, no matter what.
Dad
Kol holds her in his arms and tries to wait for a pulse.
Nothing.
And then….
Caroline gasps and takes in air. Kol sighs in relief.
"I love you too."