Teardrops || Caroline Forbes

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"Sign here sir", the servant asked passing over a quill to the young man.

The man dipped the quill in the ink, bent down and started to write his name on the old crinkled page. He stopped, the quill millimeters off the page.

"And this means I have full ownership of the gun?"

The servant gulped nervously.

"Yes. Until another buyer tempts you to pass it on to someone else"

The man looked down at the leather bound book and chuckled.

"That won't me happening anytime soon"

He stood up straight, placed the quill back in the ink jar and straightened his suit. He watched as the servant rustled around in some crates, pulling out large amounts of hay. He reached in and grabbed a large oak chest and walked over, placing it before the buyer. The servant stepped back and bowed.

"The Ensorcell sir"

The mans hands reached down and opened the chest revealing a large gun. Six chambers for bullets, a wooden handle and a large barrel. The golden bullets beside it shone in the candle light.

"Thank you", the dark haired man said turning to face the servant, "You have helped me and my family dearly"

The servant smiled.

"May I ask, sir, what do you need the gun for?"

The man faced back to the chest and picked up the gun, feeling the weight in his hands.

"If I told you, I would have to kill you"

The servant gulped again.

"Do you want to die?", his voice charming.

"Elijah", a voice called from the door.

Elijah placed the gun down and turned to the large oak framed door. He smiled.

"We came here for the gun. Not for a fight"

Elijah laughed and looked away.

"Oh, Rebekah, are you not hungry?"

Rebekah picked up her large white dress from her feet and walked down the small set of stairs. She wondered over towards the servant, let go of her dress and brought her hand up, touching the side of his face.

She smiled.

"Maybe"

Her eyes turned black, small veins appearing around her eyes. Large white fangs appearing from her mouth.

"Wait!", the servant yelled.

Rebekah stepped back, still holding the man still.

"You never told me. So you don't have to kill me"

The Mikaelson siblings laughed lightly. Rebekah looked in the servants eyes and tilted her head.

"The Ensorcell is to kill Niklaus"

The servant gasped.

"Your brother?", he stuttered.

Elijah wiped his suit down and pulled out his pocket watch, glancing at it quickly and placing if back gently.

"Rebekah. Kol will be waiting", slight impatiences in his voice.

The servant attempted to step back but his back slammed against the wall. Rebekahs teeth sank deep into his neck. Elijah watched as the life disappeared from his eyes.

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This was the second night Stefan Salvatore had woke up in heavy sweat. The second night that every night when he closed his eyes he knew he'd be decending back into nightmare world.

Stefan bolted up in bed, heavy breathing escaping his body.

"Stefan?", Caroline asked, wiping her eyes.

The youngest Salvatore looked at the blonde and smiled.

"I'm okay", he replied, "I'm okay"

Caroline tilted her head. She began shaking it lightly.

"No. Stefan. No you're not"

She rubbed his back but pulled away realising how hot his skin was.

"Stefan you're boiling"

"I know", he replied, trying to steady his breathing.

"But you're dead. You're not meant to be hot", Caroline asked.

She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and glanced over at the clocks large red numbers.

"2:00 o'clock in the morning", the blonde mumbled, "I'm a vampire why am I even tired"

She got up and looked back at Stefan who sat in the middle of the bed, shaking slightly. Caroline could hear his heart beat from across the room.

"I'm gonna call Damon", she said reaching for her phone.

"No", Stefan snapped quickly.

"There is something wrong with you Stefan. Something we need to fix", she emphasised.

"Damon will make it worse"

"Will he?"

"Yes", Stefan said raising his voice a little.

Caroline sat back down on the end of the bed. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed.

"What happened this time?", Caroline said softly, turning to face Stefan mid sentence.

The younger Salvatore glanced up, then looked down again and continued picking at the bed sheets.

"I saw...a family...in France. I couldn't catch a name", Stefan stuttered.

"Probably the French version of the Mikaelson's so god help us all", Damon said sarcastically by the door.

Caroline and Stefan looked up in shock.

Damon leant up against the wall and gave a small wave and a large grin.

"I've been listening for 20 minutes", he began, walking forward and leeching himself in a small blue armchair in the corner of the bedroom.

"I am slightly appalled by your hearing Stefan", Damon chirped. He looked at Caroline, "and yours"

The blonde rolled her eyes and looked back at Stefan.

"Let's try get back to sleep. In the morning, we talk more. Then we either..."

"Find Klaus or this mysterious French family, yippee", Damon interrupted.

Caroline glared at him.

"Get. Out. Damon", she said, attempting to keep her cool.

Damon stood, both his hands held up in defeat but the most smug smile on his face.

"Fine. Fine. See you lovebirds in the morning"

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Merry Christmas to everyone! 🎄

- M