Title: Alexithymia (1/?)
Characters/Pairing: Caroline, Klaus, Rebekah, Stefan, Damon, Elena; Klaus/Caroline
Summary: Caroline and Klaus were fantastic together, however their friends and family didn't agree and disliked how close they were. The Original Family and the Mystic Falls gang teamed up to erase Caroline's memory of Klaus, but not before they staged a fight, convincing Klaus that they were under attack and Caroline died. Now, Caroline and Klaus are back where their friends and family think they belong but their hearts aren't.
Timeline: Set in the future
Disclaimer: The Vampire Diaries isn't mine
"Caroline?” Elena said as she opened the door to Caroline’s bedroom.
Caroline was still lying in bed, her curtains drawn shut and the covers pulled tight around her body. It didn’t look like she had moved since yesterday morning when Elena tried to convince her to go. “Caroline, please won’t you come with me today?”
Caroline shook her head, “No…I just…I don’t want to go.”
“Please Caroline? We can stop by Starbucks on our way to class and get some caramel frappucinos?” Elena offered, trying to bribe her friend with some sugar and coffee.
“No. Go ahead without me,” Caroline turned onto her side so her back was facing Elena. "I don't know why you even signed me up for classes again. I hate them."
Elena ran her fingers through her hair nervously, "You used to like them…"
After a moment Caroline said softly, "I did….but I don’t anymore."
“Okay,” Elena sighed, accepting defeat. She backed out of Caroline's room and closed the door behind her. She stopped into her room and grabbed her backpack before heading down to the kitchen where Stefan was reading a book for his Brit lit class and Damon was emptying a flask into his mug of coffee.
“Where’s Caroline?” Stefan asked looking up from his copy of A Handful of Dust.
Elena shook her head, "She's not coming.”
“I don’t know what to do. She’s been to class like six times this entire semester. I think we need to tell them she’s dropping out.”
Damon rolled his eyes, “Don’t tell me you think she’s heartbroken. She just needs a new guy then she won’t even remember to be so depressed. You know what? I’ll find her a guy. Any guy would be better than that asshole-”
"-SHHHH” Elena and Stefan both cut him off.
She can still hear you Elena mouthed.
Stefan tilted his head towards the door and they all sped to what had become their unofficial spot to discuss all things Caroline. It was a few blocks away from their house so Caroline couldn’t overhear them, but it was also next to a park so they didn’t attract too much attention just standing around outside.
“What are we going to do? It’s been a year and she’s still like this…I think somehow she knows what we did.”
“What?” Damon interrupted. “Of course she doesn’t. She’s just in a funk because she’s back on Stefan’s bunny diet. It’s enough to make anyone depressed.”
“No,” Stefan shook his head, “I agree with Elena. Care shouldn’t be like this. Part of her has to know…”
“So what do we do? Tell her she’s got a boyfriend we made her forget? And then what? Bonnie’s the one who did the spell, so she has to undo it if it’s even possible. Oh…and there’s the whole ‘we promised the Originals we wouldn’t tell her’ thing. How do you think they’ll take it if Caroline shows up looking for him? We’re as good as dead,” Damon reminded them. “I doubt even Klaus would hesitate to kill you if he knew what we did,” he continued as he looked at Elena.
Neither Stefan nor Elena said anything. They couldn’t argue with Damon’s logic this time.
“I guess we can wait a little longer and try and snap her out of it?” Elena suggested softly.
“Sounds good,” Damon nodded and started for the house. Elena glanced at Stefan then followed after Damon.
Rebekah walked through the door of the apartment building, her purchases swinging on her arms and sped up the steps to the top floor. As soon as she opened the door to the stairwell she could smell it: blood.
Rebekah crossed the small hallway to the door of the apartment she shared with Klaus, the trepidation building in her stomach. As soon as she opened the door, the smell of blood was overpowering. She quickly stepped inside and let her bags drop to the floor. She could tell by the smell that some of the blood was old, hours old, but some of it was new, fresh from the vein. She struggled to keep her fangs from showing as she walked further into their apartment.
It wasn’t hard to follow the scent of the blood, it was overwhelming as it led her to Nik’s bedroom. Of course. She opened his door to find Niklaus sitting on the floor, his hands stained red with rivers of dried blood caked upon his mouth and neck. There was a girl's body sprawled across his lap that he kept checking the pulse of but Rebekah was sure she was dead. As she glanced around the rest of the room she noticed one, two...four other bodies strewn across the room each with their throats torn open. Blood was splattered everywhere: on the carpeting, the ceiling, the walls, the new bedspread she had purchased for him two months ago when they had moved in.
"Nik...." Rebekah said cautiously as she walked into the room.
"Have you come to join me dear sister?" Niklaus looked up at her from his place on the floor. "Are you thirsty? We can always go get another. They are so easy..." Nik's sentence drifted off as he dropped the girl’s wrist and shifted her body off of his lap and onto the floor.
"No, no," Rebekah shook her head. "I'm not thirsty," she replied quickly and Klaus stopped in his attempt at getting up from the floor. "What did you do, Nik?" Rebekah couldn't help but stare at the carnage around his room.
Klaus looked down at the girl who he had moved to the floor. He picked up a piece of her blood-soaked hair and twirled it between his own red fingers, "I was bored."
"This is going to be a nightmare to clean up,” Rebekah told him as she started walking out of his room. “Next time you're bored, I suggest you take up painting again," and with that Rebekah sped out of the room, not waiting to see Klaus' fury.
When she was halfway down the hall she heard the sound of something being flung against the wall and cracking. She flinched, knowing it was the girl's body.
Rebekah took out her cell phone and typed out a text to Elijah: Tomorrow night, 6 pm. The Comme Chez Soi. Don't tell Nik.