Gone (A Klaus and Caroline Fanfiction)

Forgotten

The whole blacking out thing was really starting to get old. Add the cell I woke in and a sulking, thousand year old vampire into the mix, and it just made everything that much more unpleasant.

I ground my teeth together, waiting for Klaus to explode. The very dark look that crossed over his features told me it was a high possibility. Anyone with their humanity turned on, I had no doubt, would definitely feel some sort of impending doom.

But I just gave him a sly smile.

He didn't return it. His gaze found mine, half lidded eyes full of a silent menace. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" He asked.

I shrugged, tucking my legs beneath me. "Let's see, I took a walk through the city, had some fun, and tried to thoroughly piss you off. It seems I have succeeded."

"You burned parts of my city," he said. His voice was quiet but laced with pure rage. I was actually momentarily glad I couldn't feel anything.

"Well, you kept sinking me to the bottom of a river," I quipped. "So I'd say we're even."

He cursed, taking a step forward. "Do you have even the smallest concept of the attention you drew to yourself? Of the danger? You're incredibly fortunate I reached you in time."

"I wouldn't call it fortunate," I said, cocking my eyebrow at him. "Maybe just disappointing."

Klaus gave me an unreadable expression, and looked at me intently. "Having almost been burned alive, I'd think there'd be some emotional output, but I see not."

"I guess I'm just a hard nut to crack."

"This isn't a joke, Caroline," Klaus snapped, eyes flashing. "The buildings you burned. That was all for attention, wasn't it? To spite me? Even you should know what a perilous game that is to partake in."

I drew myself to my feet and approached him. "You're the one who's using the excuse of love not to get rid of me. That's your fault."

"I'm the one implementing excuses?" Klaus asked, raising his eyebrows. He scoffed. "Why would you, Caroline, honestly wish to bring down buildings? Jeopardize the lives of innocent people? You're simply trying to prove how bad of a person you are to justify keeping your humanity off. And certainly not the first to believe to try it."

"I don't care about any of that," I said, with a wave of my hand. "I don't care about you. And I most definitely don't care about about how good of a person I am. I mean, where'd that get me last time? Orphaned. What's this gotten me? Freedom. So get this through that ancient, egotistical head of yours," I whispered. "The Caroline you knew, is dead. And your pining for her is reaching a pitiful point."

"I'm genuinely insulted that you keep seeming to believe your words placate me, Love. That I haven't had my share of experiences with love...heartbreak....tragedy." He snatched my hand and pulled me closer, that fierceness igniting his eyes.

"I could give you the very definition of it. The truth of the matter, is that I could turn what you delt with into child's play or a relaxing lulliby. You let grief consume you after, what, a mere few moments of being a vampire. I dare you to compile every memory you think to be heartbreaking and expand them over a period of one thousand years. Never aging.Never dying. Try comprehending that and we shall see if you still have the banal sense to call me weak."

"Poor little you," I mocked half heartedly, because nothing was full hearted anymore. "The killer lives with pain! That's a shocker. Did you ever think that maybe all that tragedy happened because you caused it?"

"You can no longer continue calling me a killer without indirectly referring to yourself. Or haven't you come to terms with that by now?"

I paused, stopping as that word filled my mind.