Forgotten Dreams - Klaus Mikaelson

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In the distance, she spotted a figure, a boy with dark hair and striking features reminiscent of Elijah. He was laughing as he raced through the grass, his movements fluid and graceful. He turned to her, his eyes bright with mischief and joy. "Come on, Kara! You have to catch me!" he called, his voice ringing like a melody.

Without thinking, she took off after him, her heart light and carefree. The boy weaved through the flowers, his laughter echoing around her. She felt a surge of happiness, a sense of freedom that felt both exhilarating and unfamiliar. They played hide and seek, darting behind trees and climbing over rocks, their giggles harmonizing with the sounds of nature.

"Over here!" he shouted, peeking out from behind a large oak tree, his grin infectious. She spotted him and lunged forward, trying to tag him, but he darted away just in time, leading her on a chase that felt timeless.

As they ran, they stumbled upon a small stream, its waters sparkling in the sunlight. The boy splashed water at her playfully, his laughter ringing in her ears. "You'll never catch me now!" he teased, and she couldn't help but laugh along with him, feeling a connection that transcended the moment.

Suddenly, as they were about to plunge into the water, the scene began to shift. The meadow started to fade, the vibrant colours dimming into a misty grey. Panic surged within her as she tried to hold onto the memory of the boy, but he was slipping away, his form becoming more indistinct.

"Wait!" she cried out, reaching for him, but it was as if he were made of smoke, disappearing into the ether. "Who are you?" she shouted, but the question echoed unanswered in the growing void.

Just before she lost him completely, she caught a glimpse of his familiar dark hair and striking features one last time, and she felt a pang of sorrow. "Don't forget me," he whispered, and then he was gone, leaving her alone in a dimming world.

With that, the dream shattered like glass, and Kara jolted awake, her heart racing. She was back in her room, the moonlight casting shadows on the walls.  The line between dream and reality was blurring, and she couldn't shake the sense that their fates were intertwined in ways she couldn't yet understand.

She groaned as she got out of bed, thinking of what laid ahead. In the past few days, the tension in Mystic Falls had reached a boiling point. The group had been reeling from the shocking news of Rose's tragic fate; she was bitten by a werewolf and ultimately succumbed to the bite, leaving an emotional void and raising the stakes in their ongoing battle against the werewolves.

To complicate matters further, Elijah, the Original vampire, has returned to town. His presence was a bombshell. However, thanks to John Gilbert, they were now in possession of a dagger which promised to put the Original vampire into a slumber, which he carried out at a dinner party. Well, at Elena's lake house once the original plan didn't go too well. Now due to that Katherine was freed from the tomb playing as an ally - which of course, no one believed.

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The atmosphere in the Salvatore living room was tense as Stefan, Damon, Bonnie, and Elena gathered, strategizing their next move. Klaus had finally made an appearance in Mystic Falls. Kara stood by the fireplace, arms crossed, her gaze serious as she listened intently.

"So, we go to the dance, we find him," Damon announced, looking around at the group.

Stefan shot him a skeptical look. "And how exactly are we supposed to do that? We don't even know what he looks like."

Damon shrugged, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Something tells me he's not going to be sixteen and pimply."

Kara's eyes narrowed as she thought about Klaus's cunning nature. "He could be anywhere, slipping in and out unnoticed," she said, her voice low. "There's no telling how long he's been watching."