I like to think of myself as a fairly educated human being, but I’m a very uneducated actor when it comes to movies, directors, producers, actors for that matter.
I changed it a bit, hope you don’t mind but its still the same message I think :) Also this is post 5x11, no Hayley or baby plot. Not that it matters in this fic J
She walked into the room surprised to find someone already standing there, dressed to the nines in an elegant, well tailored suit and staring perplexed at the canvas in front of him.
"Elijah?" Caroline’s heels made soft noises on the floor as she walked forward, tossing her jacket on the chair that was covered by a tarp to keep dust off of it. In fact, the whole house was furnished like this. Where there was something left behind, if it wasn’t in a box it was covered. It made her feel like she was in an abandoned house. Which, technically, she was. Or well, she was supposed to be. "You’re back?" Hope made her voice sound breathier than usual as the brown haired Original turned towards her.
"No, I’m afraid not. Not for long at least, I came to collect some things that were forgotten in the move." He took in the sight of her in her sundress, ending just above her knees and her hair and make up done elegantly.
"I just came from a date," She shrugged and rolled his eyes and Elijah nodded. Turning back to the painting in front of him.
"Do you know what this means?" He nodded to the canvas in front of him and she stepped forward, immediately recognizing the style as Klaus’. She felt a small smile tug at her lips as she took it in. It was one of her favorites.
It was simple really, at first glance. A forest, half shrouded by darkness and the other half completely bathed in light. In the center stood a wolf. Half of the wolf’s body was inside the darkness but he was looking towards the light, his front paw almost reaching out to touch it, and if you looked close enough you could see the fear in the beast’s eyes.
“It’s Niklaus’?” Elijah took in the look in the younger blonde’s eye as she stepped closer and her hand reached out to let her fingertips brush against the canvas. She nodded and folded her arms sighing.
“Its him.” She shrugged and when she saw the confusion pass through Elijah’s eyes she smiled, “The forest is him, basically. And that dark part,” She pointed, “Is what he thinks of himself. Dark, evil, horrible,” She rolled her eyes before moving her finger to the light side, “And this, this is what he wants. He’s drawn to the light, that’s why the wolf is there, looking at it almost longingly. But he’s scared of what it brings. See the trees in the dark part are all clouded and you can’t really make out the details but when you look at the trees in the light side you can make out every detail.” Elijah’s brow was furrowed in confusion, “He wants to open up. Tell someone about himself, his fears, his hopes, dreams. Everything he wants in life.” She almost flinched at her choice of words and she felt Elijah’s eyes move to her, watching her face carefully as she explained.
“So this painting, is my brother’s heart? That is what you’re saying?” Caroline nodded, swallowing and stepping back.
“This one is my favorite actually,” She smiled and went to the table where various sketches were littered and she picked one up, smiling down at it before handing it to Elijah.
It showed a couple lying in bed together, the woman’s back was to the viewer and the portion of her face that could be shown was covered by her curly hair. The man’s arms went around the woman, holding her close and to any person looking at the drawing it was clear that the couple was madly in love. The man’s face however was covered in shadow, as if the artist wanted the identity to remain a secret and Caroline watched as Elijah looked at the picture and then to Caroline as she leaned back against the table smiling to herself.
“This is you, isn’t it?” He nodded down to the girl in the drawing. Caroline nodded and let her fingers trace over a few more of the sketches.
“I think so,” She pushed herself up and went to the couch that was at the other side of the room, settling herself down on it. “I come here a lot.” He watched her with fascination as she looked around the room and when Elijah moved towards the drawings she had been looking at he saw her own face staring back at him a variety of different ways. Some happy, some sad. Some angry. Her vampire face, her crying.
That was when he realized that Niklaus loved this girl. It wasn’t a mere infatuation as he had originally thought but it was true, deep, consuming love that he felt for her. And that thought astounded Elijah.
“I don’t know why, just one time a few weeks ago I got into a fight with my friends and I found myself here. In this house. And ever since then I just…it’s my hiding place. It makes me feel safe. Is that weird?” Her question shocked him and he looked at her in shock. Perhaps he should tell her, but before he got the chance she was speaking again. “There was this one night, my mom was gone and it was storming really bad outside and I didn’t want to be alone so I came here and I just explored until I found his room.” Elijah slowly set down the drawing, hanging on every word that came out of her mouth, “That sounds creepy and stalkerish but I just wanted to be close to him you know? And I ended up just curling up on his bed and fell asleep and when I woke up in the morning I expected him to be there.”
“Miss Forbes, if I could just-“
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. I keep wanting to say his name and tell everyone that I meet about him. Not even about the sex,” Elijah’s eyebrows shot up, “But about the things that he said. And the way he held me and touched me. The way that he looks at me, it’s driving me insane!” She stood up and began pacing back and forth, “But I can’t be in love with him, I mean we just…he would hurt me right? I mean look at you guys!” She gestured towards Elijah, “You’re family and you’ve all hurt each other more than I can ever imagine. How would he not hurt me?”
“Miss Forbes I really must-“
“I mean you guys he can just dagger and shove in a box, but me? He would have to compel me, or desiccate me or something like that and the thing is, I would let him because I wouldn’t be able to leave! Out of all the horrible things he’s done it just makes me want him more! And that makes me a monster! Because I’m condoning that and I can’t—“
“Caroline!” Elijah slammed his hands on the table and she jumped back, her eyes going wide when she realized what she had just said.
“I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have…” She brought her hand to her mouth and Elijah held up a hand to stop her.
“He would not hurt you. I can assure you that.”
“But how do you know? You can’t possibly know.” She shook her head and then froze when a new voice came from the doorway behind her.
“Because I wouldn’t.” She turned slowly and Elijah sighed.
“Could you not respect the lady enough to stay hidden?” Elijah gave Klaus a hard look and watched him roll his eyes as he pushed himself off the door to walk forward, slowly towards Caroline who turned to look at him, swallowing.
“You weren’t supposed to…you’re not supposed to…” She shook her head and chewed on her lower lip before looking up at him. “You promised.”
He smiled and brought his hands to her shoulders, letting his fingers trace over her skin, “Some promises are made to be broken love,” She smiled and let him dip his head to kiss her on the forehead lingering there for a few moments.
“You still think I would hurt you?” He whispered, looking down at her, “After I can barely touch you, be near you, without you taking my breath away? Without my hands shaking and my mind going blank?” She was slightly aware of Elijah backing out of the room, giving them their privacy.
“I don’t know.” She said softly and he chuckled.
“If you were with me,” He let his fingers slip between hers, “You would never be hurt again. I wouldn’t stand for it and should you ever need comfort you would not need to go even across the hall to find me during a storm. You would never be without me. And if you ever chose to leave, although I cannot promise that I would let you go willingly and without a fight. You would be free. But I would chase you Caroline, I would try and make you come back.” She nodded and he moved his other hand to the nape of her neck, fingers tangling into her curls.
“Klaus,” She choked on his name and he kissed her then, softly, slowly, letting her feel how much he wanted her. How much he needed her next to him. Forever.
“Do not make me leave you again Caroline.” His hold on her tightened and she shook her head quickly.
“Don’t. Don’t leave, please Klaus, just stay with me,” Her hands found the front of his shirt and she pulled him closer, burying her face in his chest and feeling his arms wrap around her, holding her as close as he could get her.
“That painting,” He spoke slowly, his eyes staring that the painting she had been showing Elijah,” The light,” She nodded against him, “It’s you Caroline. It will always be you.”
She grinned and she pulled him closer, kissing his chest and letting the safety that be brought seep into her.
“So, a date?” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a second before letting out a laugh.
“Yeah, I left early though.” He pulled away from her then, holding her out in front of him and looking at her curiously. Before he could even ask it she was answering his question, “He wasn’t you.”
It’s just how I remember it. The trees, the river, everything. Like nothing’s changed… not true of course. Everything’s changed.
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I don’t think I’m particularly brave or bold or different from anyone else.