I don't want to leave. [She mumbles, avoiding his gaze still, almost trembling with fear. She couldn't help it, she doesn't want to be anywhere near him, not at all.] I want to stay here. I don't want gifts.
[Well fine, Caroline, be difficult. His gaze darkens and he tuts his tongue, eyes traveling over her face a moment.] Pity. We could have so much fun. [It takes a blink of an eye. Barely one. And suddenly Klaus has the sheriff's neck in one hand, and he's standing with the chocking woman at the foot of Caroline's bed, teeth lengthening and eyes glowing yellow.] If that's your final answer...
[Caroline blinks and he's gone but before she can even think about feeling relieved, before she can even blink, he's back with her mother, threatening. She gasps, reaching out instinctively before yanking her head back.] Please! No! Not her. I'll go-- [She sounds defeated, utterly.] I'll go. Just let her go, just don't hurt her.
[That's better. He yanks the Sheriff off her knees, ignoring her blubbering and the watery words leaving her. Time for some clean-up. Pity Ms. Forbes is vervained or else he wouldn't have to quite roughly (he's a little put out. and evil) shove her head against Caroline's bed frame and knock her out.
He takes in a breath, lets it out. Then smiles.] Well? Start packing, my love.
[She cries out when he slams her mother against the bed frame. She rushes to her mother's crumbled frame, holding her.] You weren't supposed to hurt her.
I couldn't very well leave her conscious. [This is Klaus, walking over to look through the things on your dresser, Caroline. What pretty pictures of your life and friends and family. He smirks over his shoulder at her.] She'll wake up with a headache.
[A few tears slip down her cheek as she feels real fear grip her, but she's quick to hide them from him, pressing a kiss to her mother's forehead as she whispers an apology, moving to lay her on the bed.] Then let's go.
[Tears, apologies, whispers, these little signs of affection... He lets her have them, simply because he has the power to decide what she has.] There's nothing you'd like to take? [He picks up the photo he'd been studying, one of her, Elena, and Bonnie.] Not a memento or two?
[She glares at him before she grabs the photo from him and puts it down, moving to grab a bag to stuff clothes and some things she might need in them. But she's doing it all begrudgingly!]
[But she's doing it. Isn't that what counts? He smirks at her continued sassiness, leans against the dresser and simply watches her prepare for their little journey.]
[She packs light because she's so going to get away somehow. And when she's done, she turns to face him, her glare deadly even though she knows it won't phase him one bit. But she can still hope.]
[Oh, he's sure she'll try. He's looking forward to it; it could get interesting. And she can keep hoping. He merely smiles.] Don't look so glum, my love. You'll be seeing your good friend Stefan. You're not the least bit excited about a heartfelt reunion?
[Yeah, if we can gang up and kick your ass, sure, I'm excited. It's what she thinks but she doesn't say it for the obvious reasons, her expression staying pissed off and defiant.]
[Looking through her window, it's like looking in on sunshine. He's perched outside, his fingers just barely touching the glass. He's not too sure why he came, why it's not Elena's window he's peering through, but here he is anyway, and it feels as if the weight of the past few months light just a little...]
[Her back is too him as she brushes out her hair, golden curls settling on her bare shoulders with every stroke of the brush. If he looks hard enough, he can probably see her sigh, heavily, far too often. The expression on her face as she looks in the mirror is one of inherent sadness and longing even as she adjusts the towel around her body.]
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He takes in a breath, lets it out. Then smiles.] Well? Start packing, my love.
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