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in which stefan salvatore and katherine pierce go through the trials and tribulations of finding one another again, we follow them in a story of twisted love, sorrow and anguish.

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His hands were intertwined in her hair, gently caressing the soft brown curls. She relished in the feeling, and it had felt as if the freedom and peace she’d spent centuries chasing was finally in front of her, incarnated in the form of her Stefan.

“I have to go soon” He whispered.

Katherine Pierce groaned, burying her face in his neck. His scent, she had decided, was her favourite. Sweetness mixed with the cologne he liked to wear.

“I don’t want you to go,” She murmured. “Stay here with me”

“Me neither,” Stefan wrapped his arms closer to her. “I’d stay here in this bed all day with you honey, but I have stuff to do today with the group”

“They’re asking where you are, aren’t they?”

Stefan sighed, looking towards the ceiling. It wasn’t easy what he had been doing, sneaking around everyone’s back with the sworn enemy. Katherine was well aware that everyone had hated her.

Everyone but the man she laid with.

“I wanna run away with you,” Katherine giggled. “Imagine that. No more sneaking around. No hiding. Just us, together like old times forever”

She felt him shift slightly, not saying anything.

“Somewhere like Italy,” She continued, too dazed in her fantasy to notice. “We could get a house on the countryside, living out the rest of eternity with open spaces and nobody to bother us. I’d kill for that, wouldn’t you?”

“I’d love nothing more than that, baby” Stefan cast his eyes down on his lover. “But this is how our lives are, and it doesn’t help our case wondering if things were different”

Katherine stilled, brutally crashing back to reality. He was right, of course. Everyone would despise her forever, and she would sneak behind their backs with him. She hated it. She deserved redemption.

“I have to go,” Stefan kissed her forehead. “I’ll see you tomorrow”

With that, her love rose from the bed they’d spent the night before in, pulling on a shirt.

“I love you,” Katherine called out as he began departing out the door, adjusting the covers over her bare chest.

“More. Always.”

As Stefan left with those words, she began wondering how lucky she’d gotten, having finally gotten what she wanted. His heart belonging to her.

If only Katherine Pierce had known how wrong she’d been.

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summary:

This fiction follows the events of just how Klaus Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes lost everything that tied them to their humanity, leading them into something neither of them can come back from.

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{10 years ago}

It was as if the world had stopped in it’s tracks, completely and utterly still.

Caroline Forbes lay frozen on the ground, her greyed skin lightly illuminated with the lights and liveliness of Bourbon Street. It was the only source of light to confirm that, in fact, she was dead.

Her former friends stood in the wake of what had been inevitably done, not one wanting to believe what they saw was real. Stefan was the first to barely choke out words, as he tried to blink away tears at Caroline’s corpse.

“Why,” He choked out. “W-Why would you do that?”

Elijah Mikaelson simply narrowed his eyes, a sickly satisfied expression on his features as he glanced down at his murder.

“It was nothing personal, i assure you” He stated. “This was between my brother and I”

“Because of Katherine, wasn’t it?” Damon spoke up, stepping over Caroline’s arm. “You wanted to avenge your precious doppelgänger’s death by killing Caroline. An eye for an eye.”

“Precisely.”

Elena looked horrified as she stared down at her along with the others.

“You have no idea what you’ve just done.....”

Elijah didn’t look phased at the slightest, his cool exterior still perfect intact. That was what had made the Original so terrifying. His calmness masked his hunger for revenge, which had made him unexpected. He cleaned his blood stained hands with a pristine white cloth. Caroline’s blood, on his hands. The sight was cold.

“I assume Niklaus will throw one of his temper tantrum’s” He said nonchalantly, eyeing Caroline with a blank expression. “For that, i shall be long gone before he has a chance to dig that dagger in my chest.”

“You knew what would happen to you?”

“After seeing our poor sister in the backseat of your vehicle, i had come to that conclusion.”

Kol Mikaelson stood forward, and for once in his life he’d looked utterly terrified. Wide unbelieving eyes cast down to Caroline.

“You’ve just signed our death sentences.”

Elijah looked skeptic, raising an eyebrow. Of course he hadn’t known the depth of his actions, being too preoccupied to avenge the death of the love of his life who had once again, played a game with all of them. It was very unlike him, to not comprehend what role Caroline Forbes had played in keeping Klaus’ humanity intact.

Now, there was no going back. The girl was dead, and so were they.

“No need to be so dramatic,” He obliviously rolled his eyes. “Niklaus will get over her death, after suffering for a while i’m sure”

Kol looked at his brother with blazing eyes, struggling to comprehend his reasoning.

“The girl you just killed in cold blood, dear brother,” He spat out venomously “Was the only thing tying Nik to his damned humanity. Now, as you can see, we are doomed for Hell on earth.”

“This mere girl couldn’t be the only thing tying Niklaus to his humanity” Elijah scoffed. “It’s absurd.”

“Try saying that when we’re under the mercy of a sociopathic hybrid who doesn’t care who he kills anymore” Damon narrowed his eyes at the Original brother. “I’m outta here”

“Where are you going?” Elena questioned. “Where could you possibly go at a time like this?”

“You think i’m gonna stand around to watch Klaus rip us all to shreds? No thanks. Have fun dealing with psycho werewolf.”

Damon didn’t waste a second as he whisked away in a blink of an eye, before anyone could protest or stop him. Elena looked towards Caroline’s corpse, tears threatening to escape. She could feel Kol’s eyes on her, which made her all the more emotionally charged.

“W-We can’t just leave her here!” She wailed, throwing her arms up. “Klaus will have our heads.”

“What are we supposed to do Elena?” Stefan spoke above a whisper. “Damon’s right. We need to go.”

But before the girl could protest, a choked sob suddenly disturbed the conversation.

The group turned their heads to witness Klaus Mikaelson as he fell to his knees, watching the scene with unbelievabing eyes and an expression that spoke a thousand words.

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Klaus Mikaelson had just about had it.

Of course, he was unprotected. Kai Parker could send him to desiccation in a matter of a simple touch, and it was for this reason he’d kept his distance when he finally saw the car.

He hadn’t aged a day, and was presumably harmless by the way he’d looked, just an average teenage boy, incapable of potentially eradicating an entire line of vampires. The siphoner was eating pork rinds, looking bored as ever.

Klaus narrowed his eyes, approaching the vehicle steadily, thinking of a game plan mid way. How do you infiltrate someone like Kai Parker? The answer was clear.

The element of surprise.

And once he was done dealing with Kai, he’d go after that bitch Katherine Pierce, who hadn’t deserved an ounce of mercy for the stunt she had pulled. Fooling his brother and himself, and it was quite her style, faking a death once again.

The thought made Klaus angry, seething. Just the mood he wanted to be in when he ripped into that Siphoner’s throat, eradicating the threat forever.

The he would make things right with his Caroline. The switch-flip would be tough, but it was nothing he hadn’t dealt with before. She would forgive him, being prepared to beg even. He had only wanted to be with her even if it meant having a weakness.

But for now, Kai Parker shall be dead.

Klaus Mikaelson had only bore his fangs, ready to pounce with his limited time when his supernatural hearing picked up a distant voice in the background.

“Well this is a tad bit theatrical, don’t you think?”

He froze.

He knew that voice anywhere.

It was as his world had gone silently still, his body frozen unable to catch on to the twisted reality that would inevitably dawn upon him.

Snap!

With the piercing sound of a stake being driven through a heart, the Hybrid felt his legs move faster than he could’ve thought he was capable of, running through bourbon street.

Caroline Forbes had dropped dead on the ground when he stopped in the shadows.

No.

Her lifeless corpse stared into nothing at particular.

This isn’t real.

But it was. Klaus knew that this was his new reality, brutally crashing upon him without so much as a warning, but only an avalanche of burning fire that flowed without stopping.

Elijah Mikaelson stood over her as if he’d accomplished something fantastical, but even then he hadn’t noticed him.

Klaus couldn’t breathe.

The conversation was muted in his ears, not paying any attention to the incessant group of people who thought they deserved to call his Caroline a friend. He had only stared at the love of his life, dead on the dust filled ground of New Orleans.

A broken sob erupted from him, falling to his knees in the midst of the wake of Caroline Forbes. His lively, beautiful Caroline, who’s existence was treasured immensely by him.

Klaus could feel eyes on him, and he didn’t care.

The only thing he did care about, was killing Elijah Mikaelson.

And so from his pocket he drew a white oak stake he’d reserved just for this moment. In the angriest fit of hot rage and burning fury, he flashed towards his older brother before he’d the chance to escape, burying the stake deep in his chest.

Klaus Mikaelson watched fire erupt, casting a tear-filled gaze down as he watched Elijah burn.

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haven’t written one of these in a while ..... hope u like it :) art by the lovely @just-orson as always

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When Caroline Forbes was young and still human, she’d dreamed of a life where she felt inexplicably alive.

The type of life where she’d feel the thrill of the rush deep in her veins, not a sole day passing her by without that sensation of euphoria she tried so desperately hard to catch as a living being.

And now, sitting at the dining table with a litter of bodies thrown haphazardly against the aged mahogany, did she finally feel she’d accomplished what was so readily meant to be hers. Vampirism. To the darkest extent one could go to, and the girl owed it all to him.

Klaus Mikaelson was a malignant creature. A being that had slowly made his way to the depths of her deepest longing, and had obliged her the gift she now held so dear. Power. Hunger. A bloodthirst that drove her simply mad with elation whenever she gave into it. They were the epitome of a sick and twisted glory, and she had relished every second of it.

Golden flames surrounded the corpses like a twisted shrine as her love had finished indulging in raptures of delight, tossing the insignificant thing upon the table as if it had no worth. Caroline hummed in contentment. He had no empathy for human lives, said they were a means to an end. A bloody, satisfying end.

She adored him more than words could begin to describe.

The girl observed the wine glass in his hand, full of the red ecstasy, as he sipped it as if it were an exceptionally expensive liquor. His eyes blazed with a sick pleasure as he gazed upon his lady, who was dressed in a flowy white ensemble that had resembled the blazing crescent moon.

Her milky skin illuminated within the shadows of the flames, and he couldn’t comprehend how he had gotten so lucky. The Hybrid who had the world, would be nothing without his Caroline.

He didn’t want to think of the prospect.

He had only wanted to think of how luminescent his lady in white had looked, how warm but as deadly like the night creatures that hid in the shadows of these late hours. Her mouth grew hungry as a longing, desperate gaze fixated upon her lover’s neck.

Klaus knew exactly what she’d wanted from him.

His beautiful, poisonous girl.

“Go on, love” A faint smirk lightly played upon his stained lips, his neck so elegantly adorned with a rosary and blood, and it’d coerced the girl to fulfill her deepest desires. “Have at it.”

She used her inhumane gift of speed, and in a blur of white silk and the faint glow of flickering candles did she stand next to her world. Her razor’s elongated at the sight of his skin, ocean blue’s turning into a deadly shade of scarlet.

He had always adored when she was insatiable for the taste of him.

Swiftly, she stood behind his seated figure, twining her arms around his shoulders. Hearing his supernatural heartbeat hammering away with anticipation for a feeling that was simply incomparable, she sunk her delicious fangs into his carotid artery.

It was sheer bliss, the sensation of her mouth buried deep in his flesh. The man couldn’t compare a feeling as such, only feeling himself float into the seventh heaven of his angelic, captivating girl.

She could feel her voracity beginning to subside as his exquisite ecstasy began flowing down her throat, and she moaned against his skin. She felt alive. Electrified. The way she’d dreamed to when she was yet a vulnerable girl to the creature’s that lurked when night fell.

When she’d finally extracted herself from him, completely satisfied of her appetite, she draped herself on his lap.

Caroline looked above to the view she’d cherished most in the world, and he collected a stray trail of blood that spilled from her lips, softly placing his finger on her bottom rosy lip. She sucked on his fingers. He looked at her with a lustful expression, taking in the pretty scene with molten eyes.

He had always told her to never waste a drop.

“My sweet, ravenous girl” He’d murmured delicately.

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