Baby Vampire

Caroline at a small town in the middle of nowhere, it was the last known location of an old coven of witches that Caroline was hoping were willing to help her bring back Bonnie and Damon. With Elena choosing to evade all the pain, Stefan deciding to runaway and hide, both cowards way out, it was up to her to try to bring her friends back.

While their group of friends each decided to deal with their loss in their own way, Caroline had meet an amazing guy at Whitmore, Dean. Who would have thought that she would find the best relationship she have had with a hunter. At first, after she found out what he was she was terrified to come clean to him about her nature. Afraid he would reject her or worse, try to kill her. In a way he figuring it all out had taken a huge weight off her shoulders. Althouh she wasn't sure he would be very happy if he knew she had come looking for the coven on her own.

She booked a room in a small B&B and tried her best to be careful, witches were not the most welcoming of her kind, but she was hoping they would at least let her explain before exploding her brains.

Caroline just left her things in her room, making sure to hide her cooler with blood bags well hiden after taking a B+ bag and then headed out to look for somewhere to eat and maybe, hopefully, find some useful information. As she was walking to a small dinner that the woman in the reception had recommended Caroline took out her phone and bit her lip, she had several missed calls from Dean and she felt really guilty about worrying him, hoping he wouldn't be mad she dialed his number.

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“Well now…” He trailed off, “Luckily, it just so happens that I know a particular witch who may be of service in resolving this…rather bothersome situation. “ He replied, that familiar smirk growing across his visage. 

“Klaus..!” A voice coated with a feminine quality echoed from the second floor above them. 

“Speak of the devil.” Klaus raised a playful brow at the sudden interruption. 

“Klaus, where are you?!” A woman yelled, her blond curls bouncing against her shoulders as she sped down to them. 

“Yes, sister?” He turned to her just as she finished coming down the stairs. “What have I done today?” 

She stepped in front of him, locking eyes with him briefly, before shifting her attention to Caroline. “And who’s this?” 

Klaus smiled, “This Freya, is a former colleague of mine, Ms. Caroline Forbes from Mystic Falls.”  He stepped aside so Freya can take a full view of her. 

“Mystic Falls..?” Freya questioned.

“Yes, fun little town. That’s If you’re definition of fun is measured by the amount of beer and pizza you can shove into your greedy mouth after taking a terrible loss in your local high school football game.” He said as he locked his wrists behind his back. “It just so happens, Ms. Forbes here is in need of our assistance in dealing with a rowdy lot, who don’t seem to want to bugger off.” 

Freya quickly shifted his attention to Klaus, “Well she’s going to have to wait…one of the dark objects is missing.” 

Klaus’ countenance briskly shifted from playful to stern. “What’s Lucien planning now..?” 

“I don’t know, but I’ve been keeping a track of the dark objects Kol told me about, and one of them is on the move. Near an abandoned theatre just outside the French Quarter.” 

His familiar cocky smirk somehow soothed Caroline’s fears, she was afraid that he would be mad and refuse to help her, or worse, that her presence in his city would bother him. Deep down she knew she afraid of what she would find by coming to New Orleans, to found out he had moved on to someone new, someone better maybe. So she was relieved by his quick willingness to help her, “And who-”, before she could ask about the witch he was referring to a feminine voice revealed the presence of a woman in the house. 

 Her first thought was that it was Rebekah, but that quickly was discarded because the voice lacked the accent and the whinny quality of her blond original frenemy. The voice quickly got a face to go with when yet another blonde descended from the stairs looking for Klaus without taking notice of her presence. 

However it was Klaus’ reply that shocked her, ‘Wait...sister? did he said sister’, she thought, “Sister?”, she asked out loud. She was really confused by this new development. And then he introduces her as former colleague, really? She thought they were friends, last she knew they might had even cross that line in the forest.  

Caroline was really annoyed at Klaus’ belittling of everything Mystic Falls, even herself. But if he wanted to play it like that then so be it, “Yeah, I wouldn’t really called us colleagues, barely acquaintances really. And it is a nice town, when there is not a bunch of bajillion year old vampires with anger issues threatening to kill everyone”. She said with her best Miss Mystic smile and looking at Klaus. 

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He led her through their open courtyard, the occasional vine wrapping its leafy tendril around his family’s insignia carved into the stone. “That incessant hack calling himself a warlock.” Klaus felt his anger rising, a natural heat filling his nerves distracted him from the Caroline taken aback from his earlier statement. 

It was a subtle change of inflection, but it was enough for him to stop and turn to her. The hybrid had done it again. In his attempt to protect the people closest to him, he too frequently overlooked how they felt and simply acted and made decisions in complete disregard for their opinion. “Bother me..?” He questioned as he neared her. “Love…the only thing that bothers me at the moment, is the predicament you so frequently find yourself in with those fools from Mystic Falls.” 

Klaus stole himself, regaining his composure, “You’re safety is my concern, and I aim to get you out of it as briskly as it came.” 

Caroline listened to the original rant about the pest that was Sillas and she had to fight to keep herself in check and not unload all her own grievances with the warlock too, “If he could just disappear the world would be thankful”. But she couldn´t keep the disgust out of her tone when she finally spoke. “You got away just in time, he is even more unhinged, specially now”. Her mind went to the original doppelganger, Amara.

He stopped and her words seemed to have sink in, and she took a deep breath as he moved closer to her. His words hit close to home, she knew, it was one of the reasons that she had jumped at the chance to get out of Mystic Falls. She loves her friends, but it was really taking a toll on her that everything always revolved around Elena, that she was expected to lay her life on the libe for her friend, but none of them even care enough to ask how she was when she needed them. “They are my friends, Klaus...I’m supposed to help them”, however her voice and her words lack the conviction that she had in the past. 

She let out a heavy sigh and looked all around the big courtyard, avoiding his eyes since she knew he would be able to read her insecurity, “If only it could be so easy and fast but things only seem to get more complicated by the day...”. She started walking around the place as she told him about the situation, “Qetziya came back and it turns out she never killed Amare, she turned her into the anchor to the other side, every supernatural who dies goes through her and it turned her mad. And now he is desperate, truly, and his cruelty has no limits to get what he wants”

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Klaus reeled himself back into the cruelty of the world around him at the mention of the name. Silas…the memory of the fellow immortal flooded the forefront of his mind. He knew what he was capable of, and how exactly he twisted a person’s thoughts. “Now that’s a name I couldn’t care for…” He said, taking a step back toward the Mansion’s gated entrance. 

The Mikaelson opened the gate for the blonde. “No time to dally about…” He spoke, turning his attention back to her, a sinister smirk etching its way across his face. “…when monsters are afoot eh.” He extended a hand toward her, “Let’s get on with it then. There are pressing matters to attend to here. The sooner we take care of Silas, the sooner you’re safe and you can return home.” The hybrid methodically added on. He had shifted from that weakness, turned to a more pragmatic point of view.  There wasn’t time for pleasure. Not now. 

She watched him closely, after she said Silas name, seeing his reaction. It gave her a little relief to see Klaus still was wary of the ancient warlock, if that psycho can make even the original hybrid pause, then she didn’t feel so bad for still being afraid of Silas, specially considering the crazy ass had tried to kill her more than once and even went as far as attacking and almost killing her mom. 

Caroline moved forward and stepped into his house, following him, she looked at him when he offered his hand and placed her small hand in his larger one, noticing some remains of paint on his hands and had to smile at the contrast between his evil villain smirk, and the proof of the sensitive artist in him. Letting him lead her around his home, she tried to take in the old luxury of the property, the architecture and vintage furniture. However his next words made her paused for a second, he wanted to get her back home fast? Did he wants her out of his hair so soon?. Care quickly recover and put her poker face back on, “I’m sorry to bother you...I’ll try to be on my way fast”. 

@forsakenbastard​:

There was a lingering sentiment that had always managed to sprout from within him whenever his gaze fell on her. The way they quipped back and forth, their flirtatious banter kept him…interested.  He lessened the gap between the two, casually walking toward her. The hybrid raised a brow at the way a certain…fear  gripped her countenance. 

“Come now little dove…” He leaned in calmly, a hand brushing up against the soft curls of her flaxen hair as the digits of his hand cupped her cheek. “…whatever fear consumes your mind, give it voice and let me rid it from your thoughts.” 

There were only a handful of things in the world that brought out a certain vulnerability, and he made it a point to expunge such things from his life, but yet…he found himself giving into such weaknesses time and time again. 

Caroline kept her eyes glued to him as he moves closer to her, even if she wanted to move her eyes away, she wasn’t sure she would be able to, it just felt like she hadn’t seen him in so long. Her breath catch in her throat and she had to fight to keep her exterior cool when he cupped her cheek, letting his words sink in, she closed her eyes briefly and nodded softly. “Can I come in? I would rather not talk on the street in a city full of supernatural hearing”, she asked and bit her lip. 

She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, something she did when she was nervous along with bitting her bottom lip. while also looking around to make sure there where no prying eyes on them. She then focused her attention forward, looking into the mansion over Klaus’ shoulder. Curious about the new home of the original, it looked old but still grand even from the outside. 

Caroline finally looked back up and into his deep blue eyes, “I...it’s Silas...we need help...”, she said hesitantly. Yes, the gang back home had sent her here to get Klaus’ help with his mother’s grimoire, but the truth was that was not her reason for coming here, just the most convinient excuse 

@forsakenbastard​:

The crimson paint flicked off the brush as it glid along the blank canvas before him. He lost himself in the strokes, the image coming forth from the depths of his mind. Each painting, when done, took a piece of his seemingly immortal life and truly captured it in a moment, frozen in time. 

That’s when it came, the feeling all too familiar to him. Klaus’ arm came to an abrupt stop, his gaze shifting to the entrance of the Mikealson mansion. A twinge of worry danced across the hair on the back of his neck, but briskly calmed when he realized who had just arrived. 

The cup of muddy rinse water shook as the brush found home in it, and Klaus had vanished from his study. His wrists locked behind his back as he walked towards the entrance, a devilish smirk pulling at the corner of his lips, painting his visage in a playfully sinister glow. “Well…well…what do I owe the pleasure love?” 

Caroline could hear footsteps as they moved closer to the door, she focused on the sounds and quickly knew it was him. She had no idea how to explained it but he had a certain cadence in his walk, it was probably why he commanded attention when he walked into any room. As he stood closer to the door she could clearly smell the acrylic scent of paint and under it a muted woodsy scent that was just Klaus. 

She swallowed  hard just as the door opened and she schooled her features at his greeting, giving him a small smile, followed by a tiny shrug. “Oh you know, I was in like 5 states away and thought, well since I’m in the neighborhood...”. She teased him, hoping to lighten up some of the tension that was building inside her as she took in the hybrid in front of her. 

@forsakenbastard 

Caroline was done with Mystic Falls and all its drama, she was really done this time. Her friends remained focus on Elena and keeping her safe, even if she was now a vampire, but Caroline was fed up being collateral damage, not so long ago dear Elena had tried to kill Caroline and worse, Liz Forbes. And that was something Caroline will never forget. 

Silas kept messing with everyones heads, playing their emotions and fears and now with Amara on this side of the veil things had only gotten worse. She specially hated that Silas kept using her feelings for Klaus against him. Until now Caroline had made a huge effort to denied the deepth of those feelings, but the ancient villain had forced her to confront those feelings and admit them not just to herself but to others. Okay, maybe she admitted to her friends to sleeping with Klaus but only Stefan knew that Caroline’s affection for the original was real and deep. 

Damon walked up to her from the bar, holding two drinks. He offered her a smirk. “Hey…told you I’d beat you. Let’s get a booth…I got us a couple drinks.”

Caroline was a little surprised when she saw him walking towards her but quickly it turned into a smile, “You must have speed here”, she said teasingly. She spotted a free booth and without thinking she took his hand, “Over here”, and guided them to it. 

“Yes,” he said with a smirk. “If you beat me there, get us a table. But I think I may get there first.”

He moved closer to her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Caroline smiled at Damon and slightly leaned into his touch when he played with her hair. “Deal. If you beat me there order us something”. She winked at him and got in her car. 

She looked in the rearview mirror as she drove away, watching Damon until she was too far away. She then let out a sigh and smiled, who would have thought that she would meet such an intriguing man at the bonefire. 

So, I can finally come here and confirmed I’m healthy :D yeyyy!! Some of you might know, some not, but in the last few weeks I had a health scared that had me very much on a nervous breakdown, my anxious mind went to all the worse case scenarios and my anxiety went through the roof.

However, after a series of tests I finally got a definitive answer (mioma), I don’t require a surgery and while it needs to be periodically monitored I can control it with a hormone treatment. So, after getting this news and crying a lot in relief and thanking God, my mood is finally improving and I’m feeling like doing more than staying in bed.

mscaroline-forbes​ said : “someone has taken my place.”

      Klaus watched the vampire carefully, his cobalt eyes studying her expression as he strove to understand the meaning behind her words. Whatever was going on, he knew that Caroline was worked up. Though the pair had formed a sort of tenuous friendship ( or whatever it was ), he knew that anything to drive her to seek him for help must have been grievous indeed. That didn’t stop his flippant attitude, though –– his patience thin as his plate continuously took on more problems. His head tilted to the side from where he stood in the middle of his living room, hearing nothing but the old clock on the mantel before he spoke.  ❝ I don’t understand –– who took your place ? If this is yet another episode of the ongoing Prom Committee Drama, then you’re wasting my time. I’ve more important matters to tend to than the unfolding teen woes of Mystic Falls High. ❞

Caroline was pacing back and forth, she was passed her simple freaking out mode, she was now genuinely panicking and she was desperate. She didn’t know what else to do, had no one else to turn to, hence why she had ended up here asking for the help of the man in front of her, thinking all his previous offers had been real, but if his annoyance and reply was anything to go by she had made a big mistake coming to him, another one when it come to trusting him. 

“It’s not far from here. I know how to get to the Grill so I can meet you there,” Damon offered. “Maybe tonight we could make plans for you to show me around town tomorrow?”