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queenslayerbeeWith this small ficlet, I am done crossposting Plecverse fics!
Here, I took some ideas I've had over the years about an AU where Klaus arrived to Mystic Falls in season 1, precisely during the episode where Caroline finds Vicki's corpse in the woods. In all likelihood, I'll never write the proper, full thing, so it was nice to have an opportunity to do a little remix here.
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She took him by surprise; there wasn’t an abundance of living people who could presume of such feat.
Caroline Forbes was a mere human when Klaus stumbled upon her, following the scream amidst the storm that stood between him and the hapless doppelganger in Mystic Falls. Her frantic explanations about the necrotic undead corpse she'd unearthed, the phone call to her mother, the sheriff— Klaus should, by all rights, have killed the young woman right then and there. Not out of anger, or vengeance, or even appetite, but to avoid even the slightest inconvenience, the predictable ramifications that would come once the town's authorities found an inhuman body in the woods.
And yet Klaus hadn't. She looked like a sunbeam in the rain.
Afterwards, at most, Caroline should've been a pawn, useful but one of many, in his arsenal. For centuries, Klaus had wrapped himself in a comforting layer of ennui towards the mere whiff of human suffering. One human girl's mundane pain in the face of selfish creatures of the night and petty friendships should’ve been no heavier on his conscience than a hummingbird's wings.
And yet Klaus found himself helping, in his own way. Hinting at clues that had her natural intellect warring against the power of compulsion. Leaving just the right breadcrumbs for her to suspect the truth so cruelly withheld from her, to see if she reached the potential he foresaw in her and followed them to the right conclusion.
There was something in her. Something she carried, vibrant and gutsy and stubborn in the face of the incredible odds stacked against her. Something that made Klaus curious. What would it be like, to see her eyes darken, the edges of her fangs sharpen? The more he knew her, the more a muted first impression solidified: Caroline’s human body was but an ill-fitting suit, too small a shape to contain the insides that pressed against the membrane. She was always meant for the change.
And so, Klaus helped her remember. He made his pitch, and she rose to the occasion. Klaus saw a kindred will within her nervous tremors; a fierce determination to never be left powerless and alone again. He started to divine how magnificent she could become once she shed the chrysalis within which he encased her.
After, when the doppelganger was on the run and one of her brother-husbands dismembered on the ground, Caroline surprised him yet again. She followed him into the night, fingers tracing the darkened veins on his face and blood still on her tongue when she pressed it against his mouth and pierced through his lips. When its metallic taste pressed against his palate in an eternal second, and she whispered her thanks and her apologies against his breath.
His vision clouded. The witch, Caroline had brought the Bennett-
As the world went dark, he last stared into his fledging's eyes. They bored into his, a flicker of incertitude in an otherwise steadfast blue gaze under the pale moonlight.
Here, I took some ideas I've had over the years about an AU where Klaus arrived to Mystic Falls in season 1, precisely during the episode where Caroline finds Vicki's corpse in the woods. In all likelihood, I'll never write the proper, full thing, so it was nice to have an opportunity to do a little remix here.
Title: judas kiss.
Fandom: Plecverse / The Vampire Diaries.
Character/Pairing: Caroline Forbes/Klaus Mikaelson.
Rating/Warnings: M, none.
Summary: For the prompt: Klaroline + surprise/impulsive kiss.
Word count: 500.
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She took him by surprise; there wasn’t an abundance of living people who could presume of such feat.
Caroline Forbes was a mere human when Klaus stumbled upon her, following the scream amidst the storm that stood between him and the hapless doppelganger in Mystic Falls. Her frantic explanations about the necrotic undead corpse she'd unearthed, the phone call to her mother, the sheriff— Klaus should, by all rights, have killed the young woman right then and there. Not out of anger, or vengeance, or even appetite, but to avoid even the slightest inconvenience, the predictable ramifications that would come once the town's authorities found an inhuman body in the woods.
And yet Klaus hadn't. She looked like a sunbeam in the rain.
Afterwards, at most, Caroline should've been a pawn, useful but one of many, in his arsenal. For centuries, Klaus had wrapped himself in a comforting layer of ennui towards the mere whiff of human suffering. One human girl's mundane pain in the face of selfish creatures of the night and petty friendships should’ve been no heavier on his conscience than a hummingbird's wings.
And yet Klaus found himself helping, in his own way. Hinting at clues that had her natural intellect warring against the power of compulsion. Leaving just the right breadcrumbs for her to suspect the truth so cruelly withheld from her, to see if she reached the potential he foresaw in her and followed them to the right conclusion.
There was something in her. Something she carried, vibrant and gutsy and stubborn in the face of the incredible odds stacked against her. Something that made Klaus curious. What would it be like, to see her eyes darken, the edges of her fangs sharpen? The more he knew her, the more a muted first impression solidified: Caroline’s human body was but an ill-fitting suit, too small a shape to contain the insides that pressed against the membrane. She was always meant for the change.
And so, Klaus helped her remember. He made his pitch, and she rose to the occasion. Klaus saw a kindred will within her nervous tremors; a fierce determination to never be left powerless and alone again. He started to divine how magnificent she could become once she shed the chrysalis within which he encased her.
After, when the doppelganger was on the run and one of her brother-husbands dismembered on the ground, Caroline surprised him yet again. She followed him into the night, fingers tracing the darkened veins on his face and blood still on her tongue when she pressed it against his mouth and pierced through his lips. When its metallic taste pressed against his palate in an eternal second, and she whispered her thanks and her apologies against his breath.
His vision clouded. The witch, Caroline had brought the Bennett-
As the world went dark, he last stared into his fledging's eyes. They bored into his, a flicker of incertitude in an otherwise steadfast blue gaze under the pale moonlight.