Videl
The Doctor
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Date d'inscription : 27/02/2010
Localisation : Belgique
 |  Sujet: Dark Thing {The Vampire Diaries} Ven 2 Sep - 22:38 | |
| Auteur : Kristina
Sujet : The Vampire Diaries; Klaus/Caroline
Résumé : She remained silent for a full week, an accomplishment she never would have imagined achieving months ago. But her silence was torn away from her in the form of strangled pain.
Langue : Anglais The first couple of days were filled with silence on her part. She didn’t have it in her to make her thoughts and fears vocal and she suspected he preferred things that way. The glint in his eyes gave away his agitation on occasion but more often than not he seemed pleased with her silence. The frustration disappeared just as soon as she managed to catch a glimpse. Caroline was left wondering how long it would take for her sanity to entirely crumble around her.
She didn’t protest when he threw the blood bags at her feet, his own mouth stained with the taunting crimson. She could smell it on him, see the flush of his cheeks, the mirth in his eyes after his hunts. Except his prey did not come from willing donors at blood banks.
Even when he left she couldn’t help but imagine how badly mangled the corpses must be.
She remained silent for a full week, an accomplishment she never would have imagined achieving months ago. But her silence was torn away from her in the form of strangled pain.
She was sputtering, her throat burning and she cried out as her fingernails raked across the skin of her throat and she stared up at him with wide, fearful eyes. He did not look pleased but he hardly ever did. His gaze was heavy and she felt the weight of it bearing down on her as she scrambled back against the wall, her head making contact with the headboard and she was reminded of her time as a human not so long ago.
But Klaus seemed far more horrifying than Damon had at the time. And all he did was bend over and pluck the spilled blood bag from the floor and thrust it into her hands. She hissed and recoiled from the offending object, her throat still aflame and screaming in protest.
“Drink,” he ordered and the compulsion laced his tone. It was the first time he had used the trick on her and she took the bag with shaking hands and brought it to her lips. He watched her with a cocked brow until she drank, heavily, and gagging after every taste.
She could feel it seep down her throat, saw it stain her sheets and her skin. All the while she felt the tears sting her eyes and wanted desperately to throw the bag away, preferably in his direction. She could smell the vervain now as she drank again and again, the vicious cycle repeating itself.
He gave no explanation, just nodded when she was finished and left the room with such collected ease that seemed unnatural.
It was something she came to expect and dread each day. It got easier. It took time and it was agonizingly slow, but things grew easier. She found herself wishing that he had made her drink it in moderation. But every night was the same and she was handed a new blood bag with what she suspected to be the same amount of vervain injected each day.
Until the routine was broken.
He entered her room one evening, a smirk tugging at his features and she turned away from him, still stubbornly refusing to speak directly toward him though she had taken to whispering to herself for company.
“Caroline,” he drawled before moving and grabbing her hand to help pull her off the bed she had grown so attached to. She didn’t want to meet his eyes, they were probably the thing she found most terrifying. But she found herself curious to see his fangs erect and when she looked up she was startled by the vision before her. It was like staring at Tyler but more frightening than she could ever imagine.
It was then that she caught a glimpse of the trembling frame behind him and his grin grew wolfish and he reached back, extending his arm. Caroline watched with fixed eyes as the young girl moved forward, taking his arm through an influenced daze. The dark hair and eyes were strikingly similar and she fixed Klaus with a glare that only seemed to make his grin grow.
“Drink,” he ordered very much like he did nearly every night. But there was no compulsion there and Caroline only shook her head. Her eyes fell toward the string bracelet around the girl’s wrist.
Melanie
“No,” she whispered defiantly and Klaus merely shook his head, his eyes narrowing and a snarl tore from his throat.
“Drink,” and the compulsion was there. She fixed him with a harsh glare of her own before she stepped forward and carefully avoided the girl’s eyes. Her mouth was at her throat and she hesitated just once before biting down, fangs now sheathed in the girl’s skin. The blood was warm, and it was pure and untainted and it tasted so good.
She hardly noticed the moment his hand slipped against the back of her head, holding her against the victim. She drank heavily and pulled away only when there was nothing left for her to draw from. Her face was wet, sticky, and her tongue slid out to clean anything she had left behind.
“More,” she rasped out, bringing her hand to her mouth and sucking the blood out from beneath her finger nails. “I want more.”
“And you shall have it,” he replied and let the body drop to the ground and Caroline’s eyes fell toward the corpse. The skin was pale and the bracelet stood out in stark contrast to the white flesh.
Melanie, Melanie, Melanie, Melanie, Melanie.
“But perhaps another night,” he whispered before she felt the sting of a needle pinching into her skin.
It was different this time. The vervain scorched through her veins and she grabbed at her arms under her nails broke the skin. There was a fire racing through her and she could only watch with wide eyes and pained whimpers as Klaus stared down at her with such intensity. She hardly felt the moment she fell to her knees, hardly noticed until she was eyelevel with his shoes. But the pain wasn’t so horrible. Her tolerance was building and though the pain still brought stinging tears, it was better. When she looked up at the Original he did not look pleased and any signs of his earlier expression were wiped away entirely. The girl was still dead at their feet, nothing had changed.
But Caroline knew that was the reason for his disappointment.
She fell once before she staggered to her feet, blinking away the liquid in her eyes and facing him head on and praying that the pain had melted away from her features even though she still felt the sting.
“What happens next?”
Her voice sounded strong enough and she knew she said the right thing the moment he smirked. She did not like the way she felt when she realized she was relieved that he was pleased. She knew it was something she should not care. Yet it was her own voice, free of any outside source willing her to say the words that spoke so clear.
“Oh, Caroline,” he chuckled darkly and she did not shy away when he moved forward to cup her cheeks between his cold palms. “This is where it begins.” |
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