Fifty Shades of Klaus : Chapter 11

Stumbling towards my doorstep, I stagger at the sight of Bonnie and Kol kissing tenderly without a care in the world. I cringe. He’s wrong for her. He’s a monster! I stride my way to the door, “Seriously, Bonnie? And you can’t take this somewhere else?” They tear apart from each other, both giving me a stern look. Kol scoffs in his very Kol-like way.

“I’m sorry. Kol was just about to leave.” She says. I roll my eyes, pushing open our door. I brush pass them as if they were nonexistent. With that, of course my best friend would notice. She hurriedly follows behind me, leaving her visitor unattended. “Care, do you want to talk about it?”

Stripping off my boots, I shoot her an infuriated look, “Nope. Go ahead and suck on your man’s face all night. See if I care.”

Bonnie scoffs in a sarcastic manner, “Wow. You are the best!” she says with the most sarcasm I have ever heard from her, “And I mean, no other person’s best friend can be any less supportive with anyone’s boyfriend drama. You’re just,” she pauses, lost for words of insult, “one of a kind.” She turns her back on me. I sigh in regret. Walking after her without any shoes, I wanted to apologize.

However, Kol walking into the house made me halt. His predacious eyes met mine, making me wince in fear. His eyes travel from my head to toe until it went back up and stopped at my neck. I guzzle in horror. I take a step back, keeping a huge space between us, but he didn’t move. “He fed on you,” he mumbled.

Fifty Shades of Klaus : Chapter 10

"Actually Caroline,” I heard Elijah's voice from behind me. I turn to face him, “I had a talk with Rebekah and she told me that you have acquired some vervain. I trust you will tell me where you have garnered such herbs?”

Raising an eyebrow at him, “What? No.” I said. “She has to be lying. I didn’t.”

He keeps his composure, “I am asking you in a far less vigorous manner than the way she did. I expect you to speak the truth. I warned you how protective I can be when my family is involved. Knowing about vervain discerns you as a threat, Caroline.”

“Then you should know that I wouldn’t even think of messing with you! I honestly don't know what you're talking about.” I admitted. There was a hint of enmity in his eyes that warns me that I should be afraid. What are they? 

Before I rapidly ran for the hills, a chuckling Klaus Mikaelson explicates the issue. “I gave it to her.” Two heads turn to the king's whereabouts, “I gave her a drink laced with vervain.” What? When was that? “She is not aware of it. I don't find this as much of an issue, brother. Nothing anyone should worry about.”

Finn approaches his brother with a pair of menacing eyes, “You clearly underestimate your night-walkers.” Night-walkers?! The younger Mikaelson displays a notion of sovereignty but the older brother does not cower. “Do you fathom the amount of rage they would be filled with after finding out that you provided their prey with an upper-hand?”

“I merely did her a favor. She is not capable of protecting herself in this town and I cannot be there to fend her against those monsters.” He retorts.

Finn is almost shouting this time, “She is human!” He lets out a frustrated breath, “You do not realize how this affects our people. Or have you forgotten that you are unable to create more hybrids ever since Mother came back? She resents you and if she learns how you risked our family again, there will be no one to stop me from ripping your head off.”

“Whoa!” I interjected. “Can you both stop?” I got in the middle of them, “Nobody is ripping anyone's head off, okay?” I stopped still in between them. If anyone's head is being ripped off, it's probably mine. I know the danger I put myself in for getting involved, but I am not just going to stand there watching them as they fight over something because of me. “Can anyone tell me what's going on?” I ask, turning my head to Elijah for an explanation.

He stands upright, fixes his suit and looks at me, “He hasn't told you.”

“Tell me what?” I ask.

Cries Beneath Our End

The pain, the struggle, the hurt that I've been through

The smiles, the frowns, the cries that I've shared with you

These were the things that vanished

From the day you said goodbye

These were some of the things that I've lost

When you waved to me last night

Tomorrow will be another day, but without you in my life.

Perhaps you have some time to spare,

Just for one moment that I could see you this last time.

You matter to me, and I shall treasure you in my heart.

But as of now, all I could do is smile,

because it's my heart you broke once more.

Secret

The sound of droplets

Pitter-pattering on the window

Catches the attention of the pupil

Who watches the downpour.

The flow of emotions

Swallows her as it shan't be kept.

Tear tickles her eyes as she takes her bow.

Goodbye

Now is the time to raise the glass,

For us to say hello to what lies ahead.

It's time to wave from what has been our past;

wipe away the tears that we've shed.

Years before this very day,

I was a child, who in this place wouldn't stay.

But now that I am here holding my own,

I return to the child who loves to moan.

Moan not because I want to leave,

but moan because leaving is the one thing I couldn't do.

But I should still convince myself and believe,

that our past isn't something that change can screw.

Little million pieces of joyful memories,

massive amounts of indelible reminiscence.

These are experiences that I will forever cherish.

God, forbid for these memories to ever perish.