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[5] Fics: (Elijah/Elena, Elijah/Caroline, Damon/Caroline, Klaus/Caroline, Stefan)

Title:  Between A Rock And A Hard Place
Fandom:  The Vampire Diaries
Pairing/Characters:  Elijah/Elena/Klaus
Rating:  PG-13
Word Count:  340
Summary:  As time passes, some things change; triangles do not.
A/N:  For a Vampire Diaries Threesome/Moresome Comment Ficathon prompt by [info]ellensmithee. Originally posted HERE.

Neither disputes the fact that Elijah met her first, and neither dispute which brother is clearly favored. Elena pulling out the dagger—twice—proves her loyalties. But Klaus’s persistence pays off in the end, and after a couple centuries she gives him what he wants.

Somehow the three find themselves living together, both Klaus and Elijah with separate bedrooms in opposite wings of the mansion Elena chose. Elena, on the other hand, gets whichever bedroom she chooses to grace with her presence, but she is never alone.

None of them ever bring it up, but they all are perfectly aware of how much she enjoys it; and for the majority of the time, Elena will even admit to being happy.

But then there are those moments where she wishes for more.

“Is it wrong to want more than this?” she asks Elijah one day, after Klaus leaves her in his brother’s care for an undetermined amount of time.

“There’s always the Salvatore brothers,” he says.

Elena sighs. “They wouldn’t stand a chance against Klaus, and we both know he’s too possessive to let me go back.”

“He allows us,” is Elijah’s simple answer.

“He has no choice,” Elena reminds him. Klaus may be a lot of things, but Elijah was the one to first stake some sort of claim to her, which left Klaus little choice but to accept Elijah. In fact, Elena made it a requirement to her deal with Klaus.

“Do you ever think about leaving?” Elijah asks.

Elena’s not surprised. After hundreds of years, she has grown accustomed to being compared to her predecessor. “Do you suspect him of trying to kill me again?” she counters.

“He considers you too much of a prize to think about tainting, Elena.”

Elena nods, not expecting anything else. “And I wouldn’t know where to go,” she answers. She doesn’t say the ‘or who to leave with’ but both know it is heavily implied.

It was always part of Elena’s Petrova legacy to not be able to choose.

Title:  Confrontation
Fandom:  The Vampire Diaries
Pairing/Characters:  Elijah/Caroline
Rating:  PG
Word Count:  1315
Summary:  Fears are not always rational.
A/N:  For a [info]tvd_rareships Comment Fic Party prompt by [info]ishi_chan. Originally posted HERE.

It’s very subtle at first, and no one else seems to think anything of it in the beginning. She does it so mechanically sometimes, he wonders if she’s even aware of her actions. He would even find it comical if he couldn’t see the fear and panic in her eyes when someone unintentionally thwarts her careful efforts.

Elijah can’t say if it starts with what he first notices, but as far as he’s aware, it starts with open doors and cracked windows.

Whenever the little blonde is in a room, she always has to make sure there is a clearly seen and accessible doorway or an open window. Soon, this quirk expands to a clear avoidance to small rooms, and eventually, she just seems to be uncomfortable and way too on edge to be as ‘fine,’ as she is often fond of insisting she is.

Elijah catches Elena’s worried expressions and Stefan’s concerned looks. He even takes note of Damon’s attempt at confronting her, but she brushes them off with an “I’m fine” that is easily betrayed by the panic in her eyes.

One day, she very nearly breaks down at the boarding house, right in front of Elijah’s eyes, and he decides right then that he’s sick of being uncharacteristically passive. So, when she runs out the back door of the boarding house, he tracks her to her place of residence. (And, lucky for him, he had had the foresight to have the sheriff invite him in on his second day in Mystic Falls.) He then rests leisurely on the roof outside her window and waits for her to notice him.

On any other occasion, he would display no guilt at barging in, but he suspects the cause of her fear and knows that she needs to be the one to feel in control.

She opens her bedroom door and flings herself onto the bed just seconds after he settles down outside her window. With his enhanced vampire hearing, he hears her mother coming up the stairs. “Caroline,” the sheriff calls up tentatively, “are you okay?”

Elijah watches Caroline freeze for a second before calling back, “I’m fine, Mom!”

The footsteps on the stairs continue, which forces Caroline to quickly shut her bedroom door to stop her mother’s inquisition. That action has her immediately turning to the window where she finally takes notice of him.

Her eyes widen marginally in shock, but otherwise, she remains calm as she walks over to him. She pushes the window up and stares blankly at him.

When it becomes clear to him that she is not going to speak, he takes it upon himself to ask the question. “Are you going to invite me in, Caroline?”

She tries to hide the quiver in her voice as she speaks, but Elijah hears it regardless. “Do you really need an invitation?” she asks, “because we both know mine won’t help you if you do.”

The problem with new vampires, Elijah long ago decided, is that they try to be so damn logical at times—and really, when has being a vampire ever been logical? “I will not enter your bedroom without your permission,” he states plainly.

She gives him the smallest hint of a smile and nods. “Okay, then; you may come in, Elijah.”

The words spoken, he wastes no time.

She sits casually on her bed, and he positions himself aloofly on the opposite end. “Start talking,” he demands.

She looks at him with confusion written all over her face. “You came to me, not the other way around,” she says. “I thought you were the one who was supposed to do the talking.”

None of them really has time to deal with her dancing around the subject, and Elijah knows this, so he goes for the metaphorical jugular.

He closes the window.

She rushes to reopen it, but he’s faster than her and blocks her path; and when she goes for the door, he effortlessly blocks that too.

The panic that fills her eyes is almost tangible in the air. “I can’t…you need to—why are you doing this to me?”

“Say the words, Caroline,” he presses. “Tell me why, and I’ll let you open the window again.”

She suppresses a whimper as she bites her lip. “I can’t—I don’t—I’m fine.”

Elijah sighs as he guides the young vampire to the center of the room. He sits on the bed and looks at her carefully. “No, you’re not fine.”

She gains a little bravery and crosses her arms over her chest. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she informs him, her voice strong and steady.

But this time, Elijah notices the trembling in her hands.

“I don’t know what they did to you—I can only guess—but I can tell you, I’ve seen other, stronger, vampires break under far less.”

That he knows seems to surprise her. “You have?”

Elijah nods. “You are not weak for wanting to know you aren’t trapped, you’re not weak for being scared. The only thing that is making you weak is yourself and your unwillingness to talk about it.”

Miraculously, that seems to get through to her, and she tells him everything that happened to her that night he sent Jonah to assist in her rescue. Every moment of pain, she relayed to him as she wept silently.

In the end, when her tale is over and there is nothing left for her to say, Elijah speaks. “I promise I won’t let it happen to you ever again, Caroline.”

And she believes him.


Fast forward five hundred years, and Elijah walks into his bedroom to find the window open. It was never something he could cure her of, and it disappointed him because he had thought she was doing better after he got her away from the death and drama that seemed to cycle through Mystic Falls.

She had stopped fearing strangers after the first seventy-five years, stopped freezing at the sight of guns after the first hundred. As far as he knew, she never panicked when she was in a closed room anymore. But even with all that progress, she refused to sleep with the window closed.

He cannot say why it is grating on his nerves this night, but when he gets in bed and finds that she’s still awake, he can’t stop the question from verbalizing itself.

When she hears it, the sleepy smile on her face vanishes instantly to be replaced by a cold mask that Elijah hasn’t seen since Tyler’s death, hundreds of years before.

She doesn’t need any prompting to answer the question this time, but her voice is so meek, he almost doesn’t recognize her. “I’m scared,” she whispers.

“Of what?” he asks. “I know you remember what I promised you all those years ago.”

Caroline nods. Vampires never forget a promise. “I’m afraid that…that if I get better—if I no longer need you anymore like that—then you’ll leave.”

The fear in her eyes is more real than he’s ever seen it, stronger and more real, even, than that night back when he forced her admittance out of her in Mystic Falls. It’s the fear in her eyes that relays to him just how serious this is for her.

“So…what you’re saying, is that you’re perfectly capable of sleeping with the window closed…you just don’t do it because you think I’ll leave you if you aren’t afraid of torture anymore.”

Caroline nods slowly, shamefully even, and Elijah sees the tears in her eyes.

He cannot help the sigh that escapes his lips as he gets in bed. He kisses her forehead and inhales the vanilla scent of her hair. After a moment, he pulls back, and it’s only then that he gives her his most serious look.

“Caroline,” he says, “shut the damn window and get back in bed.”

Title:  Reasons Why
Fandom:  The Vampire Diaries
Pairing/Characters:  Damon/Caroline/Katherine
Rating:  PG-15
Word Count:  830
Summary:  Caroline wants answers, but getting them leads to things she doens't want to be a part of. (A semi-sequel to Of Webs And Weaving)
A/N:  For a Vampire Diaries Comment Ficathon prompt by [info]vega_of_lyre. Originally posted HERE.

It’s Caroline who approaches her first, and Katherine welcomes her with a knowing smile and tells her to sit down. It’s awkward for Caroline because she looks like Elena but she’s not and the devious glint in the doppelganger’s eyes tells her that, yet the way her hand is softly guiding her to the bed reminds her of Elena, and all of it combined just serves to put her on edge.

“You want to know why I chose you,” Katherine guesses.

They’re in one of the many guest rooms at the boarding house, and Caroline’s stiffly sitting on the edge of the bed. Katherine’s directly in front of her, her body slowly easing Caroline’s legs apart.

Caroline nods and scoots back to avoid Katherine’s game of ‘are you uncomfortable yet?’

“You want to know how I knew to choose you.”

Caroline nods again, holding back a whimper as Katherine grabs her legs and pulls her back. She doesn’t fight because Katherine’s stronger and Caroline needs to know the answers Katherine holds. She’s breathing heavily because there’s a sick part of her that enjoys this game of Katherine’s and she hates herself for it but she can’t stop the feelings coursing through her.

Katherine places a hand on Caroline’s chest, right where her heart isn’t beating, and gently pushes her into the bed.

Caroline’s hands grab the silk sheets and hold tightly.

“The answer,” Katherine whispers against her ear, “is simple.”

Katherine runs her hands down Caroline’s arms and eases her hands from the sheets before repositioning them above her head. Katherine holds them there then, another show of power.

“You were injured and I was around long enough to know Damon had fed you his blood. Damon is mine, as you well know; and I knew that, not only would turning you send a message to Elena, but it would forever connect the three of us in this sick little triangle of my making. You see, there’s poetry in this. I turned Damon, Damon fed you his blood, and I killed you.” Katherine’s on the bed now, positioned above Caroline, and Caroline’s trying so hard not to tremble, but she’s not exactly succeeding. Katherine’s lips are red and full and only a few centimeters from Caroline’s. “It is family, my daughter,” she breathes, “and I’ve always wanted a family.”

Caroline’s closing her eyes now because she doesn’t want this—at least, she doesn’t want to want this—and if it’s going to happen despite that, she really doesn’t want to see it. But before Katherine’s lips make contact with hers, the bedroom door is opening and Damon’s barging in.

“Get off of her,” Damon growls and Caroline lets out a sigh of relief which she hates that Katherine notices.

Katherine just shrugs. “Okay,” she says and slowly eases herself off Caroline.

Once free, Caroline rushes over to Damon, who locks her hand in his. She grabs tightly, gaining strength from his presence.

“Leave Caroline alone, Katherine,” Damon commands, “or I’ll relocate your room to the basement.”

And with that, they walk out.

“Are you okay?” he asks when they’re safely in his bedroom.

Caroline’s trembling and she starts rambling because she needs to say something and she doesn’t know exactly what at the moment so she just says everything. “I had to know. I mean, there had to be a why, right? So I went, but I knew she wouldn’t—I knew there wasn’t…I mean, she’s psychotic, there really wasn’t a reason. She just did it.”

“We don’t have to talk about it,” he says. “We don’t ever have to talk about it again.”

And Caroline nods because she knows that the whys make him uncomfortable. He doesn’t like to analyze their relationship. He doesn’t even like to talk about it most of the time. And she can’t bear the thought of him pushing her away again, so she nods and holds him close and tries to block out the whys.


Later that night, when Damon’s finally managed to get Caroline to sleep, he pays his own visit to the vampire doppelganger.

“I’ve been expecting you,” she greets him from the bed. “Join me.”

He shuts the door quietly and leans against it, arms crossed. “Why do you keep messing with her?” he asks.

“Caroline?” Katherine says. When Damon just glares, she shrugs. “It’s fun, I suppose. She’s very responsive; as I’m sure you’ve long figured out.”

“I want you to leave her alone, Katherine,” Damon demands. “I may be yours in some way, but she isn’t. She’s mine, and I won’t have you interfering with your sick little games. She doesn’t want to play.”

Katherine raises an eyebrow. “Oh, and I suppose she only wants to play with you?”

“She’s mine,” Damon says one last time before walking out.

He goes back to his room where Caroline’s still sleeping peacefully. He gets in bed next to her and watches her for a moment before falling asleep himself.

Title:  A Game With No Room For Hearts
Fandom:  The Vampire Diaries
Pairing/Characters:  Klaus/Caroline, mentions of Damon/Caroline/Katherine, and implied Klaus/Katherine
Rating:  PG-15
Word Count:  2100
Summary:  Caroline's revenge for what he (almost) did to her spans years.
A/N:  For a [info]tvd_rareships Comment Fic Party prompt by [info]ceres_wish. Originally posted HERE.

Their first meeting is not an accident. It is completely staged by Caroline because a part of her has always wanted revenge for what he did to her. In the grand scheme of things, and compared to what others have done to her, what Klaus did was by no means the worst, but knowing that doesn’t stop her from wanting revenge. The problem with original vampires, she finds out during her quest, is that revenge is not easily won.

Caroline settles for imparting in him the knowledge that he did her wrong and that she is mad because if it. It is by no means what she had hoped for when she was dreaming up scenarios late at night, but it has to do.

She spends the better part of three years tracking him down, and when she pinpoints his location, she gets someone to trail him and track his daily schedule. She looks over the report for five days, trying to plan her attack.

They ‘cross paths’ at an upscale restaurant. She walks pointedly to his table and sits down without preamble. She is dressed to the nines in a low cut, red cocktail dress with black four inch stilettos and a string of pears accenting her neck, all or one of which catches his attention immediately in an aesthetic sense, she notices.

“Do I know you?” he inquires.

Caroline shakes her head, lips pursed. “No, but I know of you.”

He studies her carefully for a moment, trying to place her. When he comes up empty, he speaks again. “How do you know of me?”

She sips the white wine in her glass before answering, rather bluntly, “You tried to have me killed.”

Klaus raises an eyebrow. “It would seem as though I’ve succeeded,” he drawls.

Caroline shakes her head again. “No,” she whispers, the point still a sore spot for her after all these years, “that was not your doing.”

She stands up then and walks away, clicking her heals pointedly on the marble floor all throughout her departure.

She doesn’t plan to see him again, although plans rarely seem to go as planned.


Two months later, she’s sunning on a beach in the Caribbean—despite the fact that she cannot actually get a tan anymore—when the shadow of a man falls on her body. “Take a picture,” she throws at the unidentified person when they stay rooted in place for over three minuets, “it’ll last longer.”

The man doesn’t even shift.

She pulls down her sunglasses and tilts her head to look even as she speaks. “Seriously, you’re blocking my sun, so I’d appreciate it if—you would…move.” Her finish is lame, and completely ruinous of the whole speech, for coherent thought goes out the window when she recognizes the vampire looking down at her.

“I followed you,” he says out of nowhere.

She nods. “You’re a little slow,” she informs him.

He continues as if she hadn’t spoken. “I was…curious.”

Caroline raises an eyebrow before answering. “And you will continue to be so,” she says as she pushes her sunglasses up and lies back down, “for I have no interest in speaking with you.”

Klaus shrugs. “You seemed to enjoy speaking with me at the restaurant,” he reminds her.

“I wasn’t happy then, either, I’ll have you know,” she informs him. “I just thought you ought to know that I hated you for trying to kill me.”

“What makes you think I care that you hate me?” he asks.

She sighs and turns to answer, but he isn’t there.


She follows him to New York, his next stop; as well as the best place to wreak havoc as a vampire. When he finds her, she is perusing his library, particularly the ancient books on the origins of vampires. She cannot help but wonder which ones he and his family helped to write. “I might take a few of these when I leave,” she informs him, deciding to be polite.

“Why are you here?” he asks. “And how did you get in? This place is tightly guarded.”

Caroline rolls her eyes. “Guards are stupid,” she says. She learned from Damon—her maker may not be good for a lot of things, but he knows how to get what he wants and he showed her how to apply the same principles to get what she wants. “And I’m a good actress,” she continues, holding a seductive smile in place.

He nods, as if to concede the point, and sits down. “You never answered my question,” he reminds her. “Why are you here?”

Caroline sighs and turns back to the bookshelves. “I wanted to talk and have decided that you will be my listener.”

She gets the feeling he likes letting her boss him around, for he just says, “Okay, talk.”

She walks around him, deliberately letting the hem of her dress brush against his thigh as she moves, and sits in the chair opposite him, so they cannot see each other.

“I was turned by two vampires, one was trying to save me and the other was deliberately trying to kill me,” she begins. In the end, she tells just enough of her tale to be intriguing, but not enough to give anything away. And she doesn’t mention him even once.

She gets up and makes to leave when he calls to her. “So, I didn’t try to kill you?” he asks.

Caroline smirks bitterly. “No, you did try to kill me—I didn’t lie about that.”

“You didn’t mention it in that tale you just spun,” he points out.

Caroline nods. “No,” she says, “I didn’t.”

She leaves then, but not before making a stop to his bathroom, where she writes him a note in lipstick on the bathroom mirror.

Your job is to figure it out; I’m not doing all the work for you.


She spends a year and a half in Ontario with Damon and Katherine. They all fight with each other more often than they get along, but Katherine knows how to avoid Klaus, and Caroline is giving him time to stew about her clue.

She boards a flight to Paris in the end because she knows Klaus is there.

“You’re playing cat and mouse with a maniac,” Damon warns her while he waits with her at the airport.

Caroline nods. “I know that,” she says, “but the question is, who’s the cat and who’s the mouse?”

She leaves him with that and a day later is in Klaus’s driveway when he gets back to his temporary house. He doesn’t seem surprised to see her, and she even sees the slightest hint of a smirk on his face when his driver opens his door.

“I was beginning to wonder when I’d see you again,” Klaus says conversationally as he passes her. He offers her his hand and she takes it, shuffling the bag in her hand to her shoulder.

“I figured it was about time I returned your books,” she tells him.

“I probably shouldn’t admit this,” he admits, “but I still have no idea how you managed that one.”

Caroline only laughs. “I’ll not tell you all my secrets,” she replies, digging through her bag before handing him the books.

He asks her to stay for dinner, but the salacious grin that follows the invitation promises more than she is willing to concede so she shakes her head. On her way out the door, Klaus grabs her wrist and spins her around. “Are you ever going to tell me who you are?” he asks. Caroline looks into his eyes for only the briefest of seconds before becoming aware of the power those eyes can hold. She will not let him win the game so easily.

“I believe the ball is in your court, Klaus,” she whispers, pulling her arm free of his grasp.

She is on a plane home a few days later.


The ball may have been in his court, but he made no move to chase her. She spends a few weeks with Bonnie and her twenty three year old daughter in Virginia before moving to Milan. She pursues fashion for a few years and, after creating a successful label, turns the company over to her vice president and takes off on another venture to find Klaus.

It takes two years, but eventually he makes himself known in Japan, and Caroline follows.

She doesn’t question her decision to meet up with him again, just as she never has before. Somewhere, deep within her mind, she has herself convinced it has something to do with revenge, but logic would dictate that there is nothing vengeful about seeking his company.

Once again, she meets him in the driveway of his newest temporary home.

“It’s lovely to see you again, Caroline,” Klaus greets her.

She raises an eyebrow. “So you’ve figured out who I am?”

He nods, closing the car door. She slides off the hood of one of his other cars and stands tall. He offers his hand and she takes it. There’s a strange thrill that runs through her whenever she gets near him and this is her first chance at contact. It is absolutely invigorating. “What is it you want?” he asks when he has her sitting in his sitting room.

Caroline dismisses the question with a wave of her hand. “I don’t feel like answering that question just yet,” she tells him, “you’re not ready for the answer.”

The truth is, she isn’t sure of her own motives, and providing no answer is easier than providing a false one or answering truthfully.

Klaus raises an eyebrow. “And how do you know me well enough to determine this?”

Caroline shrugs. “I know men,” she states as if those three words answer the proposed question with complete clarity.

Klaus sighs in resignation and Caroline gets the feeling he has come to accept her flighty nature when it comes to him. The light in his eyes even indicates that he might be in favor of her appearances in his life.

She stays for a few hours but leaves before he can offer her dinner.


The next time she sees him, he propositions her. For reasons she doesn’t understand, she pretends to agree.

The sex is passionate and so very rough—but not overly so—and when he falls asleep sated afterward, she leaves. The truth of her visits is starting to weigh down on her conscience, and she decides she doesn’t like it very much.

She stays away for twenty years.

Katherine makes it abundantly clear that Caroline is not only too naïve for her own good, but that she is also certifiably insane for even entertaining the notion of having feelings for the maniac. At the same time, though, Katherine may be the only one on the planet who knows beyond a shadow of a doubt what it feels like to be tangled in Klaus’s web and a part of her sympathizes with Caroline.

Damon, similarly, understands attraction to that which one knows is dangerous and offers his full support in hiding her again. That isn’t to say he isn’t often being an ass to her, however.

When, after nearly twenty years in the company of Katherine and Damon, Katherine tells her Klaus is looking for her, Caroline makes the decision to go to him.

Damon tilts his head in question and asks, “Why do you keep returning to him?”

Caroline shrugs. “I don’t know anymore,” she says honestly, “I just…need to.”

Not another word is spoken on the subject, but the look of understanding both Katherine and Damon give her says all she needs to know.


“I could force you to stay,” Klaus tells her one night, when they’re lying in bed.

His arm is around her waist, and she feels it tighten as she turns to face him. “It wouldn’t be nearly as much fun then, though, would it?” she asks, knowing full well that the game is what intrigues him most of all.

“Promise not to stay away for so long,” he replies, not answering her question.

“Go to sleep, Klaus,” Caroline whispers, not answering his.

Later, as Klaus sleeps, a part of her marvels at the realization that she has, in fact, managed to obtain the revenge she sought so many years before. She has ingrained herself into his life in such a way that he thinks he needs her. She suspects she is the first thing he has felt such a need for in hundreds of years.

She leaves before he wakes.

Title:  Potential
Fandom:  The Vampire Diaries
Pairing/CharactersStefan, Stefan/Klaus, Stefan/Elena, Stefan/Katherine, Damon
Rating:  PG
Word Count:  425
Summary:  Klaus forces Stefan to question the way he sees Elena.
A/N:  For [info]tombofchallenge's Character Bingo Challenge.

“When you look at Elena, do you ever see Katerina?” The question strikes Stefan as odd—mainly because it is asked as they’re feeding on a pretty redhead who won’t stop whimpering. (Stefan hates the noise, but Klaus insists on dragging it out.)
“Do you?” Stefan wants so badly to ask in reply. He is not suicidal today, however; so instead says, “I’m not sure.”
Klaus drops the girl without preamble. Her eyes widen and she makes to scream, but her head hits the pavement and the only sound is the crack of bone. “Wrong answer.”
“The question was simple,” Klaus reprimands as he turns away. “Do you ever see Katerina when you look at Elena?”
If it were Katherine that was asking, the answer would be an automatic ‘no.’ Stefan knows this almost immediately, because no matter the truth, he knows never encourage an ex-girlfriend when she is trying to kill the current girlfriend.
If it were Damon that asked, Stefan wouldn’t even bother with a reply. Damon’s goal in life is to undermine his relationship with Elena in every possible way. Katherine and Elena being identical is just an easy thing to exploit.
If Elena were to ask, he would tell her that in the beginning, he sometimes saw Katherine. Then he’d carry on by telling her that he loves her and that what he had with Katherine was never real.
The thing is, it is not Katherine or Damon or Elena asking. It’s Klaus. And should he tell him? Stefan catches on rather quickly to the test. This isn’t about Katherine—it’s not even about Elena. This is about truth.
He ponders briefly to himself as he takes care of the body. When he looks at Elena, does he ever see Katherine?
“No,” he answers at long last. “I don’t see Katherine; but sometimes…sometimes I see what Katherine could have been. What I could have been. What my future could have been, had I remained human.”
Klaus doesn’t look at him, but Stefan can almost sense the grin on his face for a game well played.
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