#Caroline in NOLA

[pentopaper23]

“Now that’s no way to speak to a lady”

Caroline was chewing on her thumb nail as she nervously paced in from of the ornate wooden door. After the funeral she didn’t know where to go. She couldn’t go home, where she would drown under her grief while being surrounded by her mother’s things and she couldn’t burn her house down like Elena. She did the only thing that she could do and ran, she hastily packed a bag and hit the road with no destination in mind or she thought no destination in mind. She was passing the Welcome to New Orleans sign before she knew it and unbuckling her belt out the front of his house. It had been days, and she could feel herself starting to crave blood. Her mouth was throbbing, and she could feel herself starting to get lightheaded and she was sure that she would have a grey tint to her skin.

She reached up to knock with the heavy bronze knocker. The sound of it echoed around the empty courtyard. She waited, her vampire hearing caught no movement behind the door, maybe he wasn’t home she thought to herself and for a moment she thought that she should leave and just return to mystic falls and college. But just as she was about to walk away the door was ripped open.

"Who are you?" a young vampire asked, Caroline didn’t recognise him as any of Klaus’s hybrids that she knew.

"Are you deaf little vamp? Who are you?" He asked taking a step out of the doorway towards her.

Caroline took a step backwards almost stumbling down the brick steps as her vision spun and black dots started to cloud her vision.

"Is Klaus here?" She asked, trying to look around the vampire and into the house.

"Who. Are. You?" He asked again, this time grabbing her arm, but before he could ask her again his grip loosened, and he fell to the ground his heart resting beside him.

“Now that’s no way to speak to a lady” Klaus said licking the dead vampire’s blood off his hand. Caroline let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, she staggered back her foot slipping on the stairs. She felt Klaus’s hand wrap around her upper arm and darkness swallowed her vision.

Klaus had been upstairs in his art room when he heard one of his minions yelling at the front door. With an annoyed sigh he slammed down his brush and flashed downstairs just in time to see said minion grab Caroline’s arm. He saw red and thrusted his hand into the back of the vampire, his arm coming away with a sickening sucking sound. He just had time to lick most of the blood off his hand before he saw her sway and shot his arm out to steady her, then her eyes flickered, and she fainted. He caught her just as she was about to the hit the ground, his knuckles grazed against the brick work of the courtyard as they slide under her back. Picking her up in his arms he walked into the house kicking the front door shut as he went. He walked up the staircase and took a left towards his room, he nudged the door open with his shoulder being careful to not move her too much.

Gently he laid her down on his bed, brushing the hair from her face with his non bloody hand. Her head moved toward his brushing fingers, but she did not wake. He gently bit into his wrist and dripped few drops of blood onto her lips hoping to get rid of the grey tint and smell of decay that she had. Her tongue slipped out to wipe the blood off her lips, but she didn’t wake and Klaus slipped silently from the door the door softly clicking shut.

Caroline awoke with a start and for a few second, she stared at the canopy of the bed trying to work out where she was.

Vampire. Blood. Heart. KLAUS.

“Klaus,” she said jumping out of the bed and looking around the room. There was paper littering the floor, each sheet had a half finished drawing on it, or a completed drawing that someone has crossed out with thick black lines of charcoal. Pencils, pens, and paintbrushes were mixed into the mess of paper, and she could see small specks of paint colouring the stained floorboards.

She could smell him in the room, his smell clinging to the sheets, pillows, and the fabric of the thick block out curtains that hung in the window. She could see little items around the room too, a collection of rocks was lined up along the windowsill; seven of them, all in different sizes, shapes, and colours. A stack of books was piled on the bedside table, a mass of different genes, crime, horror, classics and some nonfictions. Little piles of rings and necklaces were organized on a long low chest of draws, also upon the chest of draws was a batter old journal its pages dog eared and torn. She flipped it open and was met by a drawing of Rebekah, her hair was out and flowing down past her shoulders two thin plaits held it back off her face and she had a sweet smile on her face; one that Caroline hadn’t seen before or even believed was possible. Turning the page and Caroline found herself looking at a boy that she didn’t know, he had shoulder length brown hair and was wearing a simple green top with three strings of leather tying it closed. “That’s Henrick” a voice said from behind her, she jumped slamming the journal shut. Klaus reached over and reopening it.

“He was eleven here, we had been out hunting and he had just killed his first stag. He was so proud of himself.” Klaus says, looking at the drawing fondly.

“Where is he? He is running around being a menace in Europe?”

Klaus snapped the journal shut.

“He died.” He said sharply.

“I’m sorry I-“

“Why are you here Caroline?” he asked, still looking at the closed journal. Caroline sighed and sat back on the bed.

“You were right.”

Klaus’ head snapped up to look at her in confusion.

“I normally always am. But in what way this time?” he said with a sly smile.

“Small town life wasn’t enough.” Caroline said sadly. Klaus’s smile faded at her tone, and he sat down next to her. He noticed that she is picking at fingers hard enough to cause little spots of blood to form from the torn skin. He reaches out to place his hand over hers stilling her fingers.

“What happened love?”

Caroline sniffed and bit her lip, “My mum died.”

Klaus gently locked his fingers with her, his thumb rubbing over the back of her hand.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. Caroline shrugged.

“I was hoping I could…um” she struggles to finish her sentence. Klaus understands though.

“You can stay as long as you want love.”

Caroline sobs pulling her hands from his and covers her face. Klaus pulls her towards him, and she melts into his embrace.

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[muse-oleum]

Always & Forever

okay, hi, welcome, i'm really unsure about this because i've never written something quite so heavy or, in fact, anything Elejah at all so, um, be nice? pwease? and if you see typos, as always, no you didn't. this came about because i recently re-read two masterpieces of the Elejah variety: We Remain, by Anonymous Observer (@deathloveshischicagopizza on this platform, sure hope i got that right lmao) and She's Come Undone and Set Free, by @terapsina. and it got the brain juices flowing and the creative bugs going.

you can find me here on ao3. this has also been cross-posted over there.

WARNING: very brief discussion of non-con/rape (because Damon is a dick) but it's more implied than anything else.

as for my ElijahxOC fic readers (if there are any here) i swear to god i'm in the process of writing a new chapter, i promise.

Always and forever. 

Looking up at the intimidating walls of the infamous Abattoir, Elena kept those words close to her heart, like a talisman against the dangers she knew lurked inside. 

She wasn’t afraid of him. She never truly had been, aside from their first meeting, forever ago in that decrepit mansion in the middle of nowhere. But she was unsure about his brother, and the kingdom he ruled over. Even now, a mere hour after the sun had set, she could see vampires flitting in and out through the doorway, obviously on a mission for their evil hybrid overlord. 

Elena took a deep breath, calming her heart. She’d sworn to herself that she wouldn’t think of him in those terms anymore. They were long past that, they had to be, for her own sanity. Besides, the moral high ground was no longer hers to stand on. 

She took one step, then another, forcing her legs to move despite the fear. She knew she couldn’t stay the way she was, alone and scared. She knew who she could trust. 

She always had. 

Hyperaware as she was, she could feel everything. The stares on her as she made her way through a square courtyard, the back and forth glide of her purse against her hip, the smell of blood and bourbon—a scent she had come to associate with New Orleans—but most of all she felt the moment he saw her, as if ripples crashed against her chest in tiny little shockwaves. 

A vampire zoomed in front of her, fangs out, eyes flashing red, no doubt trying to intimidate her; that’s how vampiric hierarchy worked (another thing they had neglected to teach her). He didn’t know she had known far, far worse. 

She often wondered if the Salvatores knew the first thing about being vampires. She supposed she was lucky Rose had told her some things, the last time she was in town, such as how to act around older, stronger vampires before you inadvertently got your head swiped clean off your shoulders. Or else, she probably would have been long dead, again. 

Still, she submitted, as she had always done. She cast her eyes down, her jugular on clear display, and waited. The vampire, a dark-skinned man with wide eyes, immediately stood back, cocking his head slightly. Then he straightened, a telltale look of fear in his eyes. 

“I’d recommend not doing that again, Diego.”

His voice, soft and dangerous, just the way she remembered it. But the danger was never for her, not even when he’d cracked the earth open and abandoned her to his sister’s less than tender mercy in that underground cave he knew so well. 

Elijah Mikaelson was dangerous. 

To everyone else. 

“Elena.”

She fought to keep her eyes open. She couldn’t help it, she’d missed the sound of her name on his lips. The way he accented the word a little differently than everyone else, how even when he was stressed or angry, he’d always said her name with a little bit of wonder, an awestruck tone she couldn’t quite understand. She had always been special, she knew—to her parents, their little girl; to her brother, his only sibling; to her friends, the listening ear; to the brothers, for her face; and then, to him. She didn’t understand how she was special to him, but she was, she knew it. His tone of voice gave him away, every time, the soft lilting of the syllables, pronounced with care, each of them a caress that soothed some strange part of her brain.

“Elijah.”

She met his eyes, wider and darker than she remembered them. Actually, no, that wasn’t right, they had been even darker in Willoughby, when he’d kissed her. 

Not her. Katherine. 

She forced the thought away, she couldn’t afford to dwell on that now. She had other, bigger, problems only an Original brother could help her with. She almost thanked Klaus and his godforsaken curse for bringing him into her life, however inadvertently, because she wasn’t sure what she would have done without him now. 

Probably staked herself. 

“Can we—” she faltered a bit, eyeing the vampires listening in, trying to pretend they weren’t interested in what a baby vampire could have to say to the king of the city that would warrant even a moment of his time. Because he was the king, she had no doubt about that. Klaus may be the face, but Elijah was the hand behind it all. 

She swallowed, putting her blinders on, taking a deep breath. “Can we talk?”

He observed her, his head tilted to the side, a small frown on his brow. She could tell her demeanor alone puzzled him, but she wasn’t surprised. After all, the last time he’d seen her, she’d been on a rampage across the country, his little sister in tow, searching for a cure she obviously had not taken. He rallied quickly, turning halfway, gesturing to door behind him. It led to an indoor dining room area and she briefly panicked; It was too reminiscent of the boarding house. 

“Not—not here, hum… Would you mind…?” She turned back towards the lobby, the doors still wide open. 

He softened, his hands going back into his pockets. A clear message to her—an everyone else—that he meant no harm. She’d learned that particular tell of his long ago. 

“Of course.” 

She felt his hand at the small of her back as they walked outside into the evening air. She still felt slightly claustrophobic indoors, even in an open courtyard, the presence of a dozen vampiric eyes on her certainly not helping. It reminded her too much of the almost scientific fascination the brothers had when they were trying to force her back into a humanity she wasn’t certain she wanted anymore. 

And therein laid her problem. 

The switch was back on, she knew that; she could feel it, just as she herself simply… felt. But it wasn’t pushed back completely, there was a jam, a missing piece, a core memory she still couldn’t access. Part of her wondered if it was for her own good, the other part wanted to let everything back in and be done with it. As things stood now, she had only half the story behind her sudden emotion-free spree, and she knew there was more lurking behind that door. 

But she wasn’t sure how to access it on her own, and she needed the help on the only other vampire she could trust to do it right. 

This limbo state—on but not on; back to herself but not completely—made her incredibly vulnerable. She could feel the imbalance in her soul, as corny as that sounded, because she was missing something—something she needed in order to move on fully, to become herself again, even in this new skin. 

Caroline couldn’t help her, although she understood what the problem was and it was ironically her who had suggested the solution that had been staring her in the face all this time. She needed help from someone who had studied vampirism better than anyone else, and that person walked by her side now, silent as he let her gather her thoughts. She took a breath, let it out, relishing the fresh air. 

Well, as fresh as it could be in the Big Easy. 

“Where are we going?” She asked, her voice still too small for her liking. She wasn’t afraid of him, dammit! She was simply afraid of every other man. But she didn’t know how to let him know that, and she could tell he was worried. 

“What would you prefer?” He asked right back, ever the gentleman. 

She shrugged. “You know the city better than I do.”

He smiled. “There’s a bar not far that my siblings and I like to frequent on occasion. Unless you would prefer dinner?”

She shivered slightly, either to the thought of “dinner” or his voice, she wasn’t sure. 

“The bar will do.”

She wasn’t even surprised when he opened the door to Rousseau’s, she really should have known. He noticed her half-smile when they sat down, cocking an eyebrow in question. She shook her head, amused. 

“That’s the first bar I stopped at when I first arrived in the city.” Figures you’d do the same, but she didn’t say that. 

“Yes, it’s quite… quaint,” he replied, lips quirking up slightly, somehow managing not to make it sound like an insult, “it’s also where I first stopped by when I came back.”

Yeah, figures. 

“Did you know it, back in the day?” 

He shook his head, smiling a little more fully as a blonde bartender approached them. “Not very well, it was ran by a werewolf family my brother and I preferred to avoid dealing with whenever possible.”

“NOLA problems?”

“NOLA problems.”

The bartender, Camille, judging by her name tag, reached their table and Elena was surprised when Elijah engaged her in a short but clearly familiar conversation. Camille seemed equally surprised to find him here at this hour, seated with a woman. Clearly, it wasn’t a habit of his. She chose not to analyze how that made her feel. 

“What can I get you?” She asked with a friendly smile. She really was quite beautiful. 

Unsurprisingly, Elijah asked for bourbon. Elena stifled a laugh, asking her to make her whatever she fancied most. This time, it was Elijah’s turn to chuckle and Camille joined him, shaking her head. 

“Family habit, I see.”

Elena froze, eyes growing wide, but Elijah didn’t contradict her and Camille went on her merry way back to the bar, only throwing one furtive glance back. 

“Family habit?”

Elijah shook his head, rearranging his glass so it sat just so in front of him. She valiantly resisted the urge to push it back just to mess with him. 

“I may or may not have told her the exact same thing when I first met her. She’s become somewhat of a friend of ours since then.”

“She seems nice.”

He nodded, pensive again. She managed to hold eye contact for all of three seconds before looking back down at her hands, fiddling with the string of her purse. 

“Elena.”

She looked back up just as Camille brought them their drinks. Cautiously, she took a sip, surprised at the depth of flavors that exploded on her tongue. Her wonder must have shown  on her face because Camille laughed.

“I’ve learned a thing or two about making vampires drinks. I hope it’s to your taste?”

Elena shot her a look, taken aback, but Elijah simply smiled. 

“You can call me Cami, by the way. I hate my full name but Elijah still hasn’t fully internalized that yet.”

The man in question simply sniffed, the epitome of snobbishness, and Elena laughed. It wasn’t her laugh from before, but she had missed the sensation anyway. 

“I’m sorry to be the one to tell you but I don’t think he ever will.”

Cami sighed dramatically, tucking her tray under her arm. 

“Yeah, I think I got that. Anyway, enjoy!” She gave them another smile and moved on to another table. 

With her gone, Elena was once again confronted by her own feelings, bubbling up to the surface. The drink helped, turning down the faucet of emotions a little, just so she could breathe without it hurting too much. She brought her hands on the table, lowering her drink, her index finger running in circles around the rim. 

“Elena?”

This time her name was a question, one she couldn’t hope to evade. She shouldn’t anyway, that’s why she was here in the first place but damn was it hard to force herself to look back up into his eyes. 

“What happened?”

He asked the question flat out, the frown returning. 

“How do you know anything happened?”

“Because I know that nothing would bring you within a hundred miles of my brother of your own free will.”

“I’m here of my own free will,” she said, too quickly. His frown deepened. 

“Is anyone here with you?���

She shook her head vehemently. “No, I came on my own.”

His eyebrows shot up right into his hairline and she supposed she couldn’t blame him. After all, when had the Salvatores ever let her do something on her own, much less when it involved him? 

“They…” she swallowed, “they don’t know I’m here. Nobody does.” She released a quiet laugh, but it sounded hollow. “I expect they’re all up in arms back home, wondering where I’ve gone.”

She looked back down at her drink, taking a sip. Her finger beat a restless rhythm against the glass. Slowly, Elijah reached over, giving her time to evade him if she wanted to, and brought his hand to cover hers. 

“Elena, sweetheart, what happened?”

The endearment flowed from his lips seemingly without his own accord, if the slight widening of his eyes was any indication. His jaw clicked shut, his eyes flickered back down to their hands, but he didn’t take it back.

Elena rather liked the way it sounded. 

She took a breath.

“You know my humanity was off a few weeks back, yes?”

Of course, he knew. She’d practically spat it in his face right before Katherine did a very Katherine thing and snapped her neck like a twig. Idiot. 

He just nodded silently. 

“Well, what I didn’t tell you back then was that I, hum… I—I was sired. To Damon. He—I… There was… a sire bond. Between us.” 

Elijah went deadly still, the motion of his thumb running across the back of her hand stilling. His eyes hardened impossibly, but she knew whatever it was that he was feeling, it wasn’t meant for her. Or rather, it wasn’t aimed at her. 

“You were sired,” he said flatly, tonelessly. 

And here was the Elijah she remembered from that mansion in the fields. 

“It was… a side effect, I just… I—” she faltered, her eyes dropping back to her hands. She tried to escape his grasp but he wouldn’t let her, resuming his caress. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, and the tension bled from his shoulders. 

“Did he know?”

No use disguising it. 

“Yes.”

The air became even more still. 

“He knew you were sired to him while the two of you were together?”

Elijah looked faintly sick, the tick in his jaw growing more intense. 

“Yes.”

Another deep breath, deeper than the last. She felt his hand twitch over hers, but the soothing motion of his thumb never stopped. 

“Did he attempt to free you, at least?” He asked. She shook her head. And then he asked the question she’d been dancing around for the past twenty minutes. “Did he demand you turn it off?”

Elena heard the unspoken question, the one she knew would tip it all over. But she couldn’t lie to him, she’d never been very good at it anyway. 

“Yes.”

Everything went quiet, the air became electric, like the calm before the storm, right before the first rumble of thunder could be heard and the first lightning strike the sky clean in half. Right now, Elijah’s eyes were that sky, dark and stormy, a rage so potent in them she was strangely fascinated by it. The muscle of his jaw tensed impossibly more and she worried he might crack it entirely. 

She had never seen him so angry. 

If not for the soft contact between their hands, she might have been a little scared. Just a little. Because she remembered those words and in that moment, there was perfect clarity. 

Always and forever. 

She was quite certain that, should she ask him to end her sire, to bring her his head, he would. Happily, gleefully and without a hint of regret. She wasn’t sure she herself would feel any, and wasn’t that a nasty little surprise. 

She should feel regret. She knew that even just bringing up the subject with him meant placing Damon (and by extension, Stefan) in the line of fire, but she couldn’t bring herself to regret anything. She’d waited so long to give voice to those feelings—the shame, the disgust, the loathing, the pain. She would not take them back now. 

“Say the word, lovely Elena, and he will suffer.”

It really shouldn’t have been even remotely attractive, the way he said it. But it was, and she let herself feel it. 

“I… I don’t know what I want.”

Elijah nodded, a tiny movement of his head, but full of understanding. She took a breath. One hard part was done, but there was still the larger question, looming in the back of her skull. She was more than a little worried, though. What she wanted to ask him—what she needed him to do… that would violate the terms of their friendship like never before. She didn’t want to ask it of him but she knew she needed to remember something else, and for the life of her she couldn’t remember what. But she knew it was important. Her brain was shielding her for a reason, but she—the Elena who had had her choices taken from her at every turn since her transformation—needed to know. 

Or else how could she hope to feel whole again? 

So, she straightened, automatically readying herself to launch into an x, y, z explanation of why that was the best choice—and why she was making it.

“There’s something else.”

Elijah tensed, she was surprised that she managed to notice it at all. 

“But we can’t do this here…” she chewed on her lip, eyes flickering between him and the other patrons in the bar. “Is there somewhere… somewhere more…” she gestured wordlessly, tired already.

But Elijah had never needed words to understand her, certainly not with the way he was watching her now. It was strangely reminiscent of a hawk, but it wasn’t discomforting. 

Maybe an owl. A wise, old owl trying to figure out the puzzle before him. Funnily, she had never before thought of herself as “puzzling” but judging by his look, she might have to reconsider. She was, in her honest opinion, an incredibly simple person: she loved her family and friends, was far too oblivious of things until it was too late, took her coffee ninety percent black, and never failed to help out when it was needed. 

But looking at herself in Elijah’s dark brown eyes the reflection she saw was not one of simplicity. 

“There is somewhere more discreet. I doubt anyone will be here at this hour.”

“Not even vampires?” She asked as he helped her out of her chair. 

He smirked. Elijah Mikaelson actually honest to god smirked at her.

“They know better.”

She laughed. 

❧

“A church? Seriously?”

Elijah made a show of ushering her in, suited up arm extended in invitation. 

“It’s not even Sunday.”

“Thankfully.”

In the silence of the church, Elena repressed a giggle with great difficulty. It was quieter than a tomb, inside. Although, she really wasn’t sure who had first come up with this particular phrase, but she’d love to hear their explanation because in her informed opinion, tombs were anything but quiet. There was always the whisper of the wind, the pitter-patter of bugs and rodents foraging in the cracked stones paving the way to the afterlife. 

Or maybe that was just her experience since she’d turned.

Huh.

She took in her surroundings. It was obvious that the place had sat deserted for a while but had just been opened up again. There were wood planks lined along the walls and several canvas sheets haphazardly thrown around on the pews. 

“Where are we?” She asked, taking in the smell of dust, wood and stone. 

Elijah’s footsteps echoed behind her. “St Anne’s Church. Our local priest seems to be out tonight.”

“You know the priest?”

He had been pagan, in his youth, right?

Elijah gave her his signature half-smile in response, dragging a finger through the dust that had settled on one the benches. “He’s Camille’s uncle.”

“Small world.”

“Welcome to New Orleans.”

Exhaling on a chuckle, Elena sat down on one of the benches, somewhere between the door and the altar, at the middle point of the nave. She didn’t know why but she didn’t feel good enough to sit at the front. Elijah took a seat next to her, their shoulders brushing together, his presence grounding her. On a whim, before she could think better of it, she grasped his hand, gripping perhaps a little too tightly. He didn’t complain, simply resuming his earlier soothing caresses on the back of hers. 

“I need to ask you something, Elijah.”

“You can ask anything of me, lovely Elena.”

He was sincere. She didn’t have to look at him to know that. 

“You probably won’t like it.” She warned.

He tilted his head in question; she heard the soft sound of his collar brushing against his jaw.

She took the plunge and braced herself for the ice cold rush of the water. 

“I need you to compel me.” 

❧

Whatever it was that Elijah had expected to hear, it certainly wasn’t that. 

His shoulders tensed on instinct, his lips parting on a soft gasp. Elena’s hand gripped his tighter, perhaps afraid he would let go.

He never could have, anyway. 

Her eyes flickered up to meet his, meeting the wide-eyed stare he couldn’t even begin to disguise. There was a pleading at the bottom of hers, pooling in the form of tears that gathered on her lashes before falling softly, tracing her cheeks with wet streaks. He fought against the urge to wipe them away. 

“I need you to help me remember something. There’s… I—” she took in a breath, exhaled, completely oblivious to the feeling that ignited in him when heard the words “need” and “you” in the same sentence, coming from her. She tried again. “There’s something… something I can’t place, a… a darkness that lingers at the edge of my mind when I try to think back on what happened.” 

He brought his hand up then, unable to face her tears and remain still. He caught a strand of her and brought it behind her ear, revealing more of her beautiful face. The wide doe eyes that met his could only belong to her. 

“What happened when?” He prompted, gently running his thumb back and forth along her jaw. 

She sighed, leaning into his touch. He marveled at being able to touch her so freely. 

“When I was still sired to Damon.” 

The way she bit out the words made his heart clench. There was indeed something in her eyes, a strange haunting of sorts. It darkened the edges of her eyes slightly, turning warm brown into dark chocolate. It would have been quite bewitching if not for her tears. 

Centuries of instinct suddenly woke up in his chest, growling as it shook itself awake, unfurling from a long sleep.

“I just… I need to make sure of something.” She rushed on, “I know that my brain is likely trying to protect me but—” she growled softly, tugging her hair back, “but I don’t want to be protected. I want to remember it all.” He brushed his thumb under her eyelid, catching a single tear, making her sigh again. She seemed to shrink, releasing his hand and drawing her arms around herself. He recognized it for the protection mechanism it was. 

The beast in his chest growled louder. 

“I feel like half myself and I don’t even know why. It’s exhausting.”

She looked back up at him, her beautiful eyes full of unshed tears that threatened to fall at any moment. He was powerless to resist. He knew then he would do whatever it was she asked of him if only to never have to see her cry again. 

“Tell me what you need me to do.”

The relief in her eyes was unmistakable. He realized with a start that she had expected him to argue with her. He pursued his lips, caressing her jaw again. These… children truly had worked a number on her. 

“I need you to compel me to remember it all. Tell me to remember everything that happened while I was under the influence of the sire bond.” She said in as determined a tone as he had ever heard from her. 

And so, he complied. 

Gently, he took her face in his hands, holding her tenderly, like she was made of porcelain. He supposed, in his hands, she always would be. And he compelled her, her pupils dilating as she took in his order, body growing first lax and then as taught as a bowstring. Her hand shot out to dig into his thigh and the feeling would have registered as painful if his attention hadn’t been fixed on the utter devastation on her face. 

She took a breath but it came out as a sob, a heart wrenching sound that tore him apart. 

“He… oh my god, he—” she looked up at him, wide-eyed, and he felt the beast in his heart bare its teeth, “he… he didn’t… oh god—oh god, no, I—I didn’t want to! I didn’t! Oh my god—” she whimpered, and he finally couldn’t take it anymore. 

Slowly, gently, he took her in his arms as she sobbed. She molded to him, her small hands gripping his shirt so tightly he was certain she would rip it off. She curled up, half in his lap, and buried her head against his neck, her tears soaking his collar. 

He was certain of only one thing as he gently rocked her against him, wincing as the scream she let out into his shoulder tore though his heart.

Damon Salvatore would die a slow, painful death for what he had done. 

❧

Elena wasn’t sure how long she cried in Elijah’s arms, only that he never once let her go. He was careful not to hold her too tightly, and she knew he had understood the magnitude of what she had just uncovered. 

Damon hadn’t stopped himself from sleeping with her while she was under the influence of the sire bond. He hadn’t tried to free her from it, once he’d known, and he’d carried on as things were and she, helpless to do anything but please him, had done exactly just that. 

But now, with the veil lifted, she knew in her heart that she hadn’t wanted to. It was too soon after Stefan, too early in her transition. The feelings of love had been heightened by her Turning and by the sire bond, turning into a deadly cocktail of dependence. If only she had known. 

She whimpered, a broken sob wrenching its way out of her—how many did she have left? It couldn’t be many, she was so very tired. 

Elijah’s arms tightened around her, his hand stroking her hair gently. She felt the ghost of his lips at the crown of her head, the touch doing more to calm her than anything had so far. 

She hadn’t wanted to sleep with Damon. But she had anyway, forced by the sire bond. 

And it should matter to her that he hadn’t known that. That he hadn’t known that she didn’t want him like that, not yet anyway, but it didn’t. It should matter that, technically, he had also been a victim of the sire bond, unable to stop it, but it didn’t. Because once he had known, he hadn’t taken steps to help her out of it and she wasn’t in a position to help herself. 

He got exactly what he wanted. 

A Katherine do-over. 

Elena barely registered the anger before she was flipping an entire bench over, throwing it against the walls of the church. There was a vicious feeling in her chest, clawing its way out and she lashed out again, ripping the legs off of the bench and breaking them in half, the wood splintering into her hands, drawing blood from cuts that healed almost immediately. 

Fury, that was the feeling. 

It was so unfamiliar that she was momentarily stunned by the sheer force of it. 

Her eyes flashed red, veins rippling on her cheeks and she flipped another bench on its head before collapsing on the floor, crying again. 

She had loved him. Had been on her way to falling in love with him. 

And he had betrayed her. 

She was so very tired. Tired of feeling, tired of remembering, tired of existing. The pain of that betrayal, the shame that came with it, added to the duller, less pronounced pain of his hand in shutting off that part of her that made her her protruded from her heart in sharp edges and she distantly wondered if that’s what being staked felt like. 

Until she felt Elijah’s arms around her once more. Effortlessly, he scooped her up into his arms, cradling her like she was something infinitely precious to him. She barely registered the blur of movements and the wind in her hair that indicated he was running. She was so bone tired that the comforting warmth of the blanket he draped over her before running a hand down the side of her face barely registered with her either. 

Through the haze of her tears, she saw his face, eyebrows drawn together in worry. He tucked the blanket a little higher under her chin and she managed to grasp onto the edges, burrowing under it. 

“Is there anything you need?” His voice was pained, a small crack the dead giveaway to the unbelievable fury she could feel rolling off him. 

She shook her head, sniffling. 

“Do you want me to call your friends? Caroline, perhaps?”

All she could do was shrug, entirely unsure about everything. Her world had just toppled over. But Elijah hadn’t. He was here, as stalwart as he had always been and there was at least an inkling of hope that lit up in her at that. 

She had been right. 

She was right to trust him. 

#now imagine when she discovers what Damon did to Caroline? #basically that's terapsina's fic and for that reason alone you should 100% go read it #the dynamics between Elijah and Elena here are heavily inspired by Anonymous Observer's fic #it's an absolute masterpiece my friends #10/10 recommend #anyway i might turn this into a series over on ao3 but no promises #elijah mikaelson #elena gilbert #elijah x elena #elejah #fanfic #tvdu #tvd fandom #the originals #to #my writing #Elena goes to NOLA and reunites with Elijah #who's still 100% whipped

[mrsmalfoyqueen]

I've read many stories where Caroline turns up at Klaus's door — she's worried, unsure whether he still wants her, whether he's still waiting.

I want to read one where she goes to him, not a century later (maybe a decade?). And she doesn't knock on his door, wait with baited breath fearful and apprehensive - but walks in like she owns the place (which she does) and reorganizes his closet because her clothes need more space.

And everyone is scared and worried that she's another one of his crazy exes but Klaus simply shrugs and asks her if he should knock the next room down to turn it into a walk-in closet because this one doesn't have enough space for her shoes. I would LOVE some bashing in there (Cami, Hayley, Aurora - any, all - I'm not picky).

#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #klaus and caroline #caroline forbes #if anyone ever writes this please tag me #klaus mikaelson #klaus x caroline #mrsmalfoyqueen on ao3 and ffn #Caroline goes to NOLA #Caroline own Klaus #Caroline is Queen #Klaus is a simp for Caroline

[eg515]

"I proposed to Caroline because I fell in love with her. And she said yes because it made sense for the kids." ......how very romantic. the history teacher proposing to her ex-student who was magically forced to carry his babies and give birth to them, after they have been co-parenting for three years.

#once again i can't help but think about how much better off caroline would be in nola #tvd #tvd rewatch #ep 7x17 #caroline forbes #the vampire diaries

[for4bes]

starting my originals rewatch for the first time in years :]

#for the purpose of putting caroline in nola #sorry not sorry #♡゙ : out of character 𓈒 ୨୧ ⌇﹒— ( * admin ) .

[bellarkehotchniss]

HELP - Looking for a Klaroline fic

Really wish someone would reply, I’ve searched high and low for this story and can’t seem to find it - hopefully because I’m looking with the wrong words...

This is what I remember about it:

Caroline was in college (Whitmore maybe?), Klaus in NOLA. Caroline had a different roommate - an art student with colourful hair, whom she had promised to pose nude for, for the roommate’s assignment. Caroline struggled posing nude and accidentally thought of her time with Klaus, which resulted in her roommate asking what she was thinking of, to which she replied ‘Klaus’. This was quoted under the painting and it was put up in a gallery as part of the roommate’s assignment. The roommate had promised the nude portrait was not going to be sold, but Klaus did end up buying it.

Caroline and roommate did also end up going to a NOLA club (I think??) where there were already rumours of disappearing vampires and some special drug. Caroline ends up drugged and tells her roommate to run before she gets taken away. Klaus finds out about it (don’t remember if he gets called by the roommate, Caroline’s friends or someone else) and travels to Caroline’s college with his family (again, could be wrong but i feel like Elijah was there and tried to unsuccessfully compel the roommate) where they also meet Caroline’s friends from Mystic Falls. I believe at that point or just before a videotape arrives for Klaus basically saying he needs to surrender in place of Caroline (or something like that) and he goes on to locate her i believe and finds out they’re humans doing experiments on vamps and they want him as he’s the original hybrid.

Last I read this story it was incomplete and on AO3 I believe. I don’t remember neither the title of it or the author... Only that it takes place after TVD 5X11 and obvs Klaus is in NOLA and Care in college. If someone knows it please let me know, even if it’s been deleted or you’re unsure it’s the right story it would still help. I’ll still be looking for it, but would appreciate anyone who may recognise it helping out. Hope the info was sufficient, I feel like it’s a very specific story arc.

Thank you all in advance.

#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #klaroline fandom #klaus and caroline #klaus x caroline #klaroline fic #klarolinestory #nola

[seesgood]

caroline deserves other vampire friends who she can gossip with about vampire drama. like, girl is so sheltered in mystic falls imagine her interacting with a more wordly vampire and just learning All Of The Dirt. 

#this is why nola verse caroline is my favorite #bc shes living her best life #and i just know she pesters elijah / klaus / rebekah / kol / everyone for what the deal is with [ insert literally any other vampire ] #like 'omg no they sired WHO? they slept with wHO?! wHAT historical event is actually their fault?!' #ᴘʟᴀɴs ; ᴀ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ; ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ. ⸺ wishlist.

[goldcaught]

*whoops caroline had a third outfit which was all black but it might be my fav of the bunch tbh

i need to track down pics of all these cause so far the only one i've gotten a good look at is the white skirtsuit thing that i was almost here for before i realized it came with a Blazer, which if i never had to see caroline forbes in a fucking blazer and skirt again in her eternal life would be too soon - THERE IS A STYLE BESIDES BUSINESS CASUAL TO SHOWCASE BEING AN ADULT VAMPIRE GUYS I SWEAR

#caroline was on the screen again last night and i am away for a wedding so from my hotel room i am Judging #as would she #i am exactly zero percent interested in her as a mom so will be like ignoring whatever boring headmistress role theyve shoved her in #for the next 5 years or whatever til her kids graduate and she absolutely loses interest #man remember my dreams for like the real i n t e r e s t i ng headmistresses caroline???? #opening a school for wayward vamps in nola teaching them tricks of the trade that come so naturally to her #this is a bastardization of that the prep school mystic fucking falls version #pumps and blazers instead of sundresses and blood red nails and i am Mad about it but whats new we carry on in fic and picspams #melissa talks tvd #ch: you're an ocean caroline forbes

[galvanizedfriend]

surprising absolutely no one, second ask of the day!!

this isn't really a question tho, I just wanted to let you know that since I've read Speed Dating, it has been stuck in my mind 24/7.

I'm not kidding when I tell you that I think about it at least once a day (I'm sorry if I sound like a fanatic but I mean it in the best way possible).

it was/is such an easygoing three-shot, but yet it really left me the feeling of having watched a five seasons show! it's like you managed to perfectly compact a long rom-com series in just three chapters and 23k words! idk maybe I'm overreacting but I really want you to know how much of a great job you did, that fic bring me so much comfort I can't even explain it 😭😭

ALSO, I have a feeling there will be a CaroMille moment, and THAT will be the final wake-up call for Caroline. Probably Camille just getting dumped from Klaus and Care runs into her, telling her that she's sorry for them, and Camille would just shrug and be like "I had zero chance against you". So Caroline would look at quizzically because she's a girl's girl and she DOES NOT go after "taken" man, so she would ask Cami what she meant and Cami would look at her with arched eyebrows and say something like "don't tell me you haven't noticed he's in love with you?" AND THEN BAM. (yes, I know, it's creepy and weird that I thought this through a lot, but in my excuse, I had to do something during math class other than sleeping)

This is just the loveliest of messages, omg 🥹🥹

I tend to get messages about The Wolf a lot, and I obviously love all of them (all of your messages about TW and your Eve hadcanons as well!), but it warms my heart so much to know people are reading and enjoying my other fics as well. 🤧

Speed Dating was such an accidental fic, it was never meant to be any longer than that first chapter, but years later I had this crazy friends to lovers phase and I knew I had to keep going with that one.🥹 I love rom coms sm! it's so, so, so nice to know you enjoyed that one so much. ❤️❤️❤️

It's also a good reminder that I need to get back to it. 🥲 I'm so close to the finish line you wouldn't believe, but I have been living in canon-ish universe between TW and NOLA that it's sometimes hard to switch back to human AU. But I gotta do it, I need to finish that.

And honestly, that's not a bad idea at all 😂 Caroline really is a girl's girl. She can call them bitches and be mean AF whilst still standing up for the collective cause. It's not what's going to happen, but I really like the idea.

I had to go back and see where I left off on chapter 3 and I just realized that I posted way less than I thought I had. 😂 Wow, you guys don't know the half of it.

Seriously, thank you v much for this message. ❤️ I've been having a bit of a rough time and this week in particular was not easy, so this has been the nicest lil thing to read. ❤️ It's very kind and very sweet of you and I appreciate you sm! muah!

Here, have a cute Klausy gif as a token of my appreciation

#yokan answers #rosedforbes #nice people being nice! #i rly need to get back to speed dating at some point #SIGH

[bennettmaximoff]

Bonnie fans can simply state how certain ships would have worked well canon wise and that some storylines would have made much more sense if they were given to Bonnie, and there go Caroline and Elena stans getting defensive and accusing ppl of just being upset that Bonnie wasn’t the main character and didn’t get all the male attention.

The fact that all they can attribute to their faves is sleeping with or dating multiple male chars is sad. Carelena can be shipped with every single male character in sight, but don’t you dare ship Bonnie with characters like Klaus or say how she should have went to NOLA because you just want her to be a fix it witch for him and the Mikaelsons. Bonnie to them isn’t someone they can use as a self insert, so she automatically isn’t allowed to be paired with anyone other than her canon ships or in another ship that exists to boost their own.

#bonnie bennett #anti elena gilbert fans #anti caroline forbes stans #anti elena gilbert #anti caroline forbes #its rlly not but tagging just to be safe #shipping only becomes a problem when bonnie is involved

[pentopaper23]

"Lay your head on my shoulder and try to sleep.”

Caroline couldn’t believe her luck, she came to New Orleans for find Klaus and ended up in a coffin buried 7 feet under ground with said man. Caroline has been in a bar when she was grabbed, her neck snapped before she even realised that what was happening and unceremonially thrown into the boot of a car. The next thing she remembered was waking up facing the steel wall of what she thought had been a box and the feel of a warm body behind her. She had stayed still in fear of waking the other person, but when she heard them groan in pain she relaxed.

“Klaus?”

“Yes love.” He replied.

“Where are we” Caroline whispered slowing turning over to rest against Klaus side. Klaus turned his head to look at her and Caroline noticed that he had blood drying on her temple. She reached up to gently run her finger over the healing cut, Klaus flinched slightly at her touch.

“The Garden. It’s a place Marcel places vampires that have broken the rules.”

“I didn’t break any rules” Caroline said her voice starting to break.

Klaus gently ran a hand through her hair and pulled her closer to him.

“I know love, but I did. I don’t know why he grab you as well. What are you even doing in New Orleans?” He asked rubbing his thumb over the bruises still healing on her throat.

“I seem to recall someone promising me art, culture, and food. It was meant to be a surprise. So…. surprise,” she said softly. Klaus placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“A very welcome surprise. I have missed you.”

Caroline smiled sadly and could just make out his returning smile in the dark of the box.

“How long do you think we will be in here, I had plans for us” Caroline joked, but Klaus could tell that she was starting to panic.

“I’m not sure love, Marcel got his temper for me unfortunately. I’m sure if he thinks I have slighted him, it may be some time.” Klaus said pushing his free hand against the roof of the box, it didn’t move.

Caroline didn’t reply and Klaus could feel her body start to shake, he abandoned his efforts to break them out and wrapped his arms around her tighter and pulled her to rest closer against his.

“Lay your head on my shoulder and try to sleep.” Klaus said tenderly. Caroline sighed and laid her head against his shoulder.

“I’ll protect you. I promise”

“I know” she replied.

#fanfiction #pentopaper23 #fanfic #klaroline #fan fiction #klaroline fanfiction #tvd fanfiction #caroline and klaus #klaus x caroline #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #klaroline fandom #tvd fic #tvd fandom #ao3 fanfic #klaroline in NOLA #Caroline in NOLA

[cancerian-woman]

You called Caroline a white Bonnie, how so? Bonnie in my opinion had more of a consistent personality in the show. She was consistently written as a moral superhero for everyone. Caroline was whatever Plec needed her to be in the episode imo. A victim in one, a villain in another, one day she’s sleeping around with every man in the show (that’s an exaggeration, but yeah), the next day she’s slutshaming another girl for doing the exact same thing (Elena also slut shamed her for sleeping with/ being raped by Damon, even though Elena also sleeps around, so I guess it’s a running theme). One day she hates Klaus with all her heart, the next day she sleeps with him even though he killed her boyfriend’s mother. One day she’s a girls girl, the next day she’s a misogynistic mean girl. It really depended on what Plec thought was right for the plot of the episode. And am I the only one who thought that the Alaric/Caroline thing was off putting? Wasn’t he her teacher? Didn’t he date Elena’s surrogate mother AND her aunt? And so much more. And he admitted to having feelings for her, even though she was an adult at the time, it was… strange. And I didn’t like the plot line of her being pregnant with the twins without her consent. The forced pregnancy was just not my thing. Did she even give any sort of hint that she wanted to be a parent throughout the show? I don’t remember.

Okay, I’m free from work so let me break this down lol. This is long.

Not that I disagree with your thoughts on Caroline. I just wasn’t talking about her then. Tyler ends up dating Liv Parker in season 6, that’s his final relationship after Caroline. I agree, Caroline is just a self-insert for Julie turning her into whatever the show needs for that moment.

Penelope Mitchell/Liv was being set up to be Bonnie/Kat’s replacement since Julie admitted to wanting Bonnie permanent death to be in season 5. That tweet is still posted btw.

If Bonnie is no longer the resident witch and there are no more Bennett’s then of course the remaining witches are going to get the spotlight.

Tbh, the way tvdu fans ignore/ed Bonnie/Kat they wouldn’t have cared if she was fired to make room for another white and woman they found more desirable.

Candice has admitted that she found out she was pregnant called Julie and Julie from there rewrote season 7 to accommodate Candice’s pregnancy. Which tells you exactly how she feels on Kat getting full attention because Candice was not the last woman standing lol. Candice didn’t have to stop working I cannot stress this enough but she certainly was not the first woman to be pregnant onscreen and have the baby bump hidden.

Caroline never mentioned anything about children until that forced pregnancy. Alaric was married to Elena’s birth mother, then dated Jenna. Either way Calaric was a waste of time. Lmao.

White!Bonnie to clear up further confusions for you lol: are white witches who are abused for their magic or serve others but have agency. Ex: Freya her siblings, Davina with the NOLA witches or vampires, Hope’s a martyr for the Salvatore school, Liv is Bonnie and Rebekah mixed but even she didn’t want anything to do with magic because of what happened to her family lol.

Bonnie’s beautiful, compassionate, powerful, intelligent but she’s black. Not okay to be anything but white in tvdu. Instead of pushing Bonnie, the writers took these qualities and gave them to white and desirable women.

Hope that clears my comment up completely.

#dria reaponds #anti tvd #tag later

[mrsmalfoyqueen]

I was just reading @anime-lover-forever-1127 's Field Trip to New Orleans and I thought of this:

No baby plot. Things at NOLA have calmed down and Klaus is now king. He paints this masterpiece - which is basically Caroline looking over her shoulders looking like the queen that she is - and he puts it as the centerpiece in his "throne room".

I know Klaus would want to keep Care a secret so that his enemies won't come after her. But in this story, maybe Klaus burnt NOLA to the ground and won so ruthlessly and so brutally that everyone suddenly remembers why he's The NightmareTM - the one who scares all Things That Go Bump in The Night. So, Caroline's painting is a way of letting everyone in the supernatural world know that she's off limits.

Caroline visits NOLA during a college trip or something (like the story above) and everyone's supposed to stay at the Manor or are visiting it because it's a historical place. The first thing anyone sees is Caroline's painting and she's in a corner facepalming while Klaus is grinning all lovestruck like he does with her. Care tries to shout at him but he's giving her puppy dog eyes and dammit that's a gorgeous painting as always. She can't really be mad because this is proof that he's still waiting to be her last love and maybe... Maybe... She's ready too.

#klaroline #caroline forbes #klaus mikaelson #klaus x caroline #the vampire diaries #klaus and caroline #klaroline fanfiction #tvd #the originals

[garglyswoof]

💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌 :)

Thanks Gabby! Have a short idk what this is for being a good friend and sending cheer. I hope you like!

He doesn't even need to glance up to know it's her, but he is greedy for the sight, so he swings his gaze and takes her in. 

Toes painted a sunny yellow, legs a mile long and climbing, chest heaving, arms pulled back and restrained by the two hybrids bookending her and there - the reason for this surprising moment of quiet - the gag. 

“Did they hurt you?”

Her eyes condemn him to the grave, but it's a bit too late for that. She shakes her head no, but she's not happy about it and murmurs what he is sure is some variation of ‘get them OFF me’ beneath the cloth.

“Let her go.”

“But boss, you gave us strict orders to detain any-”

The word dissolves in a haze of blood and a puff of breath as Klaus tears out the hybrid’s windpipe.  The other man flinches and steps back in alarm, letting the woman’s arm drop from his grip. She promptly tears the gag from her mouth.

“What the fuck, Klaus?” Caroline rasps. 

“They were not ordered to gag detainees, he was not following orders.” A glance up and a flash to the other hybrid, her voice in his ear a cry that slows him down just enough. She stands, arms out, blocking Klaus from the cowering hybrid who takes the opportunity to flash away. He’d kill him later, and more -

“If you kill him later, I will find out about it, Klaus.” How this one vampire could break into his NoLa compound after thirty years of radio silence and completely upend his life was beyond him, but he’d be lying if he said he doesn't welcome the change. Still, there were rituals to consider.

“Oh?” He sucks the blood off his thumb, watches her eyes darken. “And why are you so concerned over my “minion’s” lives?” Klaus has never been one for air quotes and blames Caroline’s presence on his use now. 

“Klaus. I know you’ve had me trailed. I know it’s you that sends elaborate gifts every year on my birthday.” She shrugs her shoulders, rolling them backwards to stretch them out from her confinement. He resolves to find and kill the hybrid again, and she spears him with a knowing glance.

“The drawings were my favorite, you know.” Her eyes are vulnerable in a way he didn’t expect, knowing what she’s been through the past thirty years with those supernatural Mystic Falls idiots. “But what I’m saying is you know me, and you have to know I would be extremely pissed off that I got caught, and extremely vocal in expressing said displeasure. It wasn’t their fault, I would have gagged me too.” She takes a step towards him, her eyes locked on his own. She raises a hand to where his necklaces lie, tugs one out from beneath his shirt. 

“But aside from all of that, don’t you want to know why I’m here?”

#purplesigebert #klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #long post #kinda #im such a sucker for first meeting post long separation

[hellsbellschime]

been nostalgic about klaroline lately and i feel the need to explain that they’re my biggest loss - not necessarily because they never happened - but because of how sure i was that they would and how wrong i was EVERY TIME. it was like being strung along in a situationship, like the mr. big to my carried because if you lay it out as a list:

1. spin-off shows built off essentially the fans kc brought in happens and it’s teased that there will be crossovers

2. forest fucking

3. nothing for like 1000 years

4. crossover is announced

5. kc teased for the crossover

6. there’s NO WAY kc isn’t getting a scene together

7. they manage to find a way to not put them in the same room while giving them a scene

8. klaroline teased in tvd’s finale as the beginning of another story or whatever

9. caroline finally shows up in nola

10. SHE’S THERE FOR MORE THAN ONE EPISODE ???

11. there’s NO WAY that with like ONE episode left and all these years of baiting we are not getting endgame

12. WAIT A DAMN SECOND 😵

like this was actually the funniest fuckery ever pulled

I mean in retrospect it was absolutely the most highkey iconic shit of all time, like they literally had Caroline walk into a bar in NOLA or something and she's like "where's Klaus?" and they're like "he's not home" and then NOTHING HAPPENED. I know I'm probably slightly misremembering this but I definitely know they somehow managed to incorporate a scene where it was like okay it is LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE FOR THEM TO AVOID CONTACT and they did. Being a KCer was the absolute strangest experience of all time, it feels like a mass hallucination of some Twilight Zone acid trip, but it all happened and we were all there. And now every time someone is like "ugh can you believe the insanity of this fandom fuckery" I'm like yes bitch I was a mfing Klaroliner of course I can believe it.

#klaroline fandom

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

Tyler: leaves to avenge his mother and get his freedom back, had a hard time walking out, but knew he needed to put his mental health first.

Fandom: OMG TYLER IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE. HE CHOSE REVENGE OVER HER.

Klaus: chooses Caroline over “revenge” aka not torturing the girl who’s family he murdered because she saved her own life, STABBED Caroline with a lamp and wouldn’t heal her until she and Tyler had to plead with him.

Fandom: OMG KLAUS IS THE ONLY ONE WHO PUT CAROLINE FIRST. SHE NEEDS TO GO TO NOLA TO BE WITH HIM.

#tvd #tyler lockwood defense squad #tyler deserved better #anti klaroline #forwood forever #so fucking annoying