Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Word Count: 420
Summary: Caroline asks a lot of questions. Sometimes Klaus has to answer.
A/N: For a tvd_rareships Comment Fic Party prompt by ishi_chan. Originally posted HERE.
“What was your family like?” Caroline asks late one night. Klaus finds it both amusing and irritating as hell that she never really shuts up.
He doesn’t bother to turn and face her as he answers. “They were useless,” he says coldly, enjoying the way his words make her freeze. “They didn’t want to be powerful, they didn’t want all that we were gifted to become. They were weak.”
“Did you ever love them?”
She knows, of course, about the storage space in the unnamed town where their bodies are kept. He doesn’t keep secrets from her—even though he knows she very well keeps them from him daily.
“When I was a young and naïve human, I thought I loved them,” he answers, “I have since learned that there is no such thing as love—not in the way that you believe anyway.”
“What does that mean?”
Klaus sighs. It is becoming very clear that this is going to be one of those nights where he sacrifices his own sleep for her curiosity. “It means that the kind of love your idealistic brain holds on to is absolutely ridiculous and nonexistent. No man worth mentioning is going to sweep a woman off her feet for any reason other than getting her into bed in the near future and no woman is going to tell a man she loves him except to prevent him from going into another woman’s bed. Love is generally equated to monogamy and family which is a mask for the fundamental quality of humanity. Possessiveness.”
Her small hand is tracing intelligible patterns on his back, as if relaxing him again. Maybe she can sense how worked up he gets when they talk about things of this nature—then again…. “What do you believe love is, then?” she wonders.
Klaus gets the feeling the question is more rhetorical than she leads him to believe, but he answers anyway. “Love is making someone smile simply because you wish them to be happy. Love is caring for someone without expecting anything in return.” He closes his eyes. Love is putting up with an endless string of questions when you would rather get some much needed sleep.
She doesn’t speak again and he wonders if she finally got the hint. Deciding she’s finally ready to sleep, he turns around and gathers her in his arms.
More than a half hour later, he barely hears her through his sleepy haze. “Do you think that means I love you, then?”
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing/Characters: Stefan/Caroline, mentions of Damon/Elena
Word Count: 730
Summary: Future-Fic, Stefan comes home to find Caroline in his bed, but it's not what you think.
A/N: For a tvd_rareships Comment Fic Party prompt by bambiscott. Originally posted HERE.
The years fly by and Elena and Damon have long since given in to the reality that Stefan is well and truly off the map, as it were, and have settled into a cozy life in a small town in Georgia running a bar. Bonnie and Jeremy left to go searching for answers to both Bonnie’s heritage and Jeremy’s seeing ghosts problem, and Tyler contacted a werewolf he knew in Florida. She turns twenty one and still has the face of a barely-legal (as Damon puts it). It is painfully obvious that she cannot stay in Mystic Falls for Caroline doesn’t know how to move on.
She moves into the boarding house the year she tells her mother she’s leaving Mystic Falls. She gets twenty three miles out of town before she realizes she has nowhere to go and turns right around again. Outwardly, the boarding house appears to be empty, taken care of by Alaric Saltzman and a redhead while the Salvatores are out of town. Caroline keeps the red hair because it helps her distance herself from her pre-supernatural life.
She sleeps in Stefan’s old room because she refuses to sleep in a guest bedroom. Of course, there was the option of the much larger, more decadent elder Salvatore’s bedroom; but Caroline, despite being friends with her vamp-daddy (as she often teases), she cannot help but associate Damon and beds with anything other than sex games and mind games and all that Caroline has vowed never to be again.
There is a large supply of blood bags in the basement and Alaric stops by every now and again to keep her company. Alaric calls Damon up when he knows Caroline’s running low, and in a few days, Damon and Elena stop by with a large van full of coolers for her.
It is a lonely life, but the time passes and she is hardly aware of the years that slip by without her knowledge. All of a sudden she is twenty seven and one day she wakes up to find Stefan staring at her. His shirt is soaked with blood—human, she knows by the smell—and there is a manic expression in his eyes.
Caroline doesn’t ask what happened, for that much she knows; and Stefan doesn’t ask either, and she supposes he can guess.
She springs up and latches on to him and tells him that she missed him and he wraps his arms around her after a moment’s hesitation. She cries and while he doesn’t, she gets the feeling that he wants to.
Not long after, he asks her to lock him in the basement and help him readjust to animals. “I can’t be his ripper anymore, Caroline,” he pleads, and something in her breaks at his words.
She does as he asks, and it takes a few months—months in which she has no contact with anyone else; not Alaric, not Damon, not even Elena—but she does get him back on animal blood.
The night he is finally free of the basement, he catches her in the process of moving out of his room. “You don’t have to leave,” he whispers. “It would be alright if you stayed.”
Caroline shakes her head, refusing to be that girl, although she only moves to the bedroom across the hall.
Caroline finally calls Damon and Elena, who come back at the news.
Stefan masks his hurt at seeing their closeness, and Caroline winces for him at each tender touch and each subtle (but not subtle enough) catching of the other’s eyes. Caroline is all too familiar with being pushed out of someone’s life and knows just how much this is hurting Stefan.
Damon and Elena leave that night and Stefan locks himself up in his room. Caroline goes to check on him before she goes to sleep herself.
“I knew it was ridiculous,” he tells her like he’s telling her a secret, “but I had hoped that when I came back everything would just be the way it was before. That we could all just pretend to be who we once were and everything would be fine; but nothing’s the same. Even your hair has changed.”
Caroline laughs wryly and moves to sit beside him on his bed, one she had slept in for years. “Not everything has changed,” she whispers after a moment. “I’m still your friend.”
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing/Characters: Klaus/Elena, mentions of Stefan/Caroline, Damon/Elena, Katherine/Elena, & Elijah/Katherine,
Word Count: 900
Summary: Time passes, yet Klaus manages to stay present in Elena's life. She can only hold out for so long.
A/N: For a tvd_rareships Comment Fic Party prompt by sandrine. Originally posted HERE.
As time passes, the beliefs Elena holds changes, and some of the things that used to be important to her just can’t be any more.
She stops writing in her journal for a few years, for aside from visits from Caroline or Damon, there really isn’t much to say.
Elena turns at twenty three when she realizes the only people she cares about and who care about her (with the exception of Jeremy) are vampires.
Damon does the honors—feeding her blood and feeding her a fast acting poison. (He can’t stand the thought of just snapping her neck or, God forbid, shooting her.)
Caroline trains her, for only Caroline has the patience to try to get Elena on the animal diet. She gives up after three months of dealing with the cravings, and Damon hands her the third blood bag of human blood she’s consumed since turning.
Elena has been twenty three for almost five years when she sees Stefan. He cries when he sees that she hasn’t aged past twenty five, and she cries too, because a part of her will always wish for a normal life.
Stefan doesn’t talk about Klaus except to say he was kind enough (if it can be called so) to assist him on getting it under control for real this time.
When Stefan leaves that night, Elena is only half surprised to see Klaus in her living room, lounging on her couch as if it is his home and not her own.
Once a week, he enters her house without her explicit permission and taunts her with the murders and atrocities he made Stefan commit. He delights in bringing her to her breaking point, reminding her that this is all—in some way—her fault. Elena takes it unflinchingly for the most part, bottling the pain and anger and shame on Stefan’s behalf deep inside her heart.
He only leaves when he sees the crystalline droplets fall down her face.
Elena never tells a soul about these visits, and it’s only fifty years later that Stefan himself tells her about his years of servitude with Klaus. (It breaks her heart that she already knows each detail, and it almost destroys her to know he doesn’t even tell her everything.)
Klaus never explicitly tells her (or anyone she knows), but she gets the feeling he is graciously allowing her and those she cares about to live unaffected by his plans for world domination.
He always seems to track the lot of them down, no matter the country or city, but he only makes himself known to Elena.
She hates the way he can read her, hates the way it is so damn easy for him to get inside her head, but there is nothing she can do, so she allows his visits on the condition that he harm no one.
(He flaunts his power and kills ten people from neighboring cities each time he leaves.)
In 2136, it is Klaus who tells her Stefan has been sleeping with Caroline for the past hundred years of their relationship.
Elena doesn’t believe him, and for the first time, she demands he leave her alone.
Klaus leaves without complaint, and she doesn’t see him again for ten years. (To her, it only feels like a few months.)
She spends more time paying attention to the way her best friend and boyfriend act around each other after that, and a year and a half later, she catches them in the act.
When she does see Klaus again, she is with Damon.
Klaus says he approves because of the simple fact that Damon has the ability in him to be even more of a ripper than Stefan ever was.
Elena doesn’t look at Damon the same for months, and finally she breaks down and tells him everything.
By 2172, it is just her and Katherine.
They pretend to be twins and haunt the globe, Katherine teaching her about their family and all the things the older vampire has seen in her long lifetime.
It is in these years that Elena realizes she will be forever in search of meaning to her life.
It is in these years that Elena really despises changing her mind about vampirism.
They resurrect Elijah and the rest of his family in 2200 as a way of celebrating the dawn of a new era (as Katherine has grown fond of calling it).
Klaus is mad, and he almost kills Katherine in retaliation. Elena steps in his way, however, and the second of hesitation is all they need to get away.
Klaus kisses her in 2222 on February 22nd.
She cries because she realizes she’s kissing him back.
She doesn’t see him again for fifty years.
She tracks down Damon and finds him and Katherine and Elijah in Romania. Elijah loves the irony, Katherine loves Elijah, and Damon…. Elena supposes Damon loves being around people who love.
Elena shamelessly falls into old habits with the older Salvatore brother, and the four of them haunt an old Romanian castle for more than seventy five years before Elena walks away.
After a while, time means nothing to Elena, and she hardly tells the difference between day and night.
Klaus finds her then.
He takes her to his home and she doesn’t resist. She only asks one question. “Why now?”
“You are finally ready, Elena.”
Title: A Form Of Regret
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Word Count: 245
Summary: Damon was never her first choice, but it always amazed her that she was his.
A/N: For Vampire Diaries Comment Ficathon prompt by softly_me. Originally posted HERE.
Katherine doesn’t often regret her actions. She does what she wants, does what is necessary; and she never apologizes for the destruction she causes. It’s only when she considers her relationship with Damon that she wonders if maybe she should have done something different.
Whatever it was she said to him in 1864, whatever it was she did to him, it made him continue loving him for almost a century and a half. There is a devotion in his actions that she knows she doesn’t deserve, and she cannot help but prove herself right.
She tells him she never loved him, says it was always Stefan. She says she came back for Stefan, maintains the lie that she kill him herself if it means she can have Stefan.
The way he looks at her now hurts her more than she’ll ever admit, but it is necessary. He hates her now, although she doesn’t blame him; and the anger in his eyes tugs at her heart in the worst possible way.
She feels a sense of relief when she realizes she has managed to crush whatever love he once held for her.
Katherine may regret the way she has played Damon like a fiddle, and the first time was more of a mistake than anything, but the second time was necessary.
Katherine Pierce does not deserve to be loved in the way Damon is capable of. She does not deserve that sort of heaven.
Title: The Fire In Her Veins
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing/Characters: Klaus/Bonnie, implied Jeremy/Bonnie
Word Count: 495
Summary: Klaus wants Bonnie to be his witch. (AU, because of lack of cannon facts.)
A/N: For a tvd_rareships Comment Fic Party prompt by irishcookie. Originally posted HERE.
“Bonnie,” her father calls from the front door, “there’s a young man here to see you.”
Thinking it’s Jeremy, Bonnie shuts her history book and pushes it aside as she scrambles from her bed where she had been studying. She freezes at the door, however, when she sees the man standing there. Klaus is standing on her doorstep conversing naturally with her father. His smile is so inviting that Bonnie herself almost buys his story about being new in town and her promising to show him around.
Her blood runs cold when she looks into his eyes and sees the barely hidden anger. In that moment, she understands his warning…and she knows he’s not bluffing.
She forces her voice to remains steady while she tells her father she’s going to the Grill, and pulls the sweater she’s wearing tighter around her body as she leaves the safety of her house. “What do you want?” she asks after he has her secured in his car.
He pulls out of her driveway and is halfway down her street before he answers. “Is it so hard to believe I just want to talk?” he asks, the sneer in his voice contradicting his words even as they come out of his mouth.
“What…do…you…want?” she repeats, enunciating each word.
He laughs. “There’s a fire in your eyes that I never saw in Greta,” he tells her, his voice bitterly reminiscent. “She was always so cold.”
Bonnie picks up on his use of the past tense right away, and turns to face the window as she whispers, “What did you do to Greta?”
Bonnie hears the hysteria in her voice, but it because Bonnie cares about Greta. There is, however, an unspeakable connection between witches, and she had—at one time—liked her brother, Luka; it isn’t about Greta as a person, it’s that Greta was a witch, and Bonnie can relate to that.
“The sacrifice…as it turns out, it was too much for her…which I suppose, is why I’ve sought you out.” Klaus doesn’t sound remorseful at all, and it makes Bonnie shiver.
Bonnie turns back to face him and speaks slowly. “You want me.”
A faint grin is evident on his face as he shrugs. “In a manner of speaking.”
“Do I get a choice?” she whispers, already knowing the answer.
“Only if you’re willing to lose a few people.” He gives her a moment to take in his words before continuing, “I think I’ll start with your father. It would be a pity if he were to just…die. And then there’s the Gilbert boy—it would be such a shame if he were to be involved in a tragic car accident. Poor Elena, she’d be all alone in the world.”
Bonnie swallows the lump in her throat and forces back the tears. She glares at him as if he is the devil incarnate, but nods. “What do you want me to do?”
Title: Reconciling Regret
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing/Characters: Trevor, Trevor/Katherine, Trevor/Elena
Word Count: 765
Summary: Trevor is not ready to hand the doppelganger over to Elijah. She looks just like Katerina.
A/N: For tombofchallenge's Character Bingo Challenge.
When Trevor sees Elena, he remembers Katerina. He remembers her bright eyes and her playful laughter and the way she was just out of reach.
The doppelganger lies unconscious in the back of his car and all he can think about is how close she is. As he drives, he listens to her heartbeat and remembers Katerina.
What everyone has forgotten over the years is that he met her first. He found her. It should have been him who got to court her until the sacrifice. Klaus should have had no part in that. Maybe if he’d of spent more time with her, he’d of realized how little he meant to her and he wouldn’t have been so foolish as to spare her life.
“Better you than I.”
Katerina’s words have haunted him for five hundred years. Now, suddenly, he is in possession of this innocent little human. This girl who has no knowledge of her importance—much like Katerina when he first met her—and even less knowledge of what is in store for her. He finds he both envies and pities the girl.
Later, when she awakens, he realizes just how potent the Petrova genes are. This girl is exactly like Katerina, if in different ways. She is entitled, but only in the ways of a girl raised in this modern era; she is stubborn, but only because of her fear; and she is brave—foolishly so. She is alone in an old house with two vampires and she just keeps pushing.
He gets nervous toward the end. Her blood is irresistible to him because it is so very familiar and he doesn’t want to be around when Elijah takes her away. He doesn’t want to be the one to deliver her the way he delivered Katerina—on a silver platter.
Rose pushes and she wins. He owes her for her part in his fucked up scheme of long ago.
When Elijah comes, Trevor wonders if the Original can sense the regret he is feeling. The price of freedom is too high. Katerina didn’t deserve her fate and this Elena doesn’t deserve it either, but he asks for it anyway.
In his last moments of life—or rather, undeath—his eyes linger on his Katerina look-alike.
He wonders what her future could have been like, had they not found her. He wonders if she would have been happy….