an island tale » klaroline

two // before the smoke disappears

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The waves crashed, causing foam to arise on top of the blueish green water. Just behind the waves was a peach colored sun, serving as proof of the forthcoming day. Laying on the sand were the Oceanic 815 survivors, welcoming the day with overwhelming excitement. In one of Shakespeare's finest tales, Lady Macbeth wanted it to be night so that the heavens couldn't see her sins. How ironic it was that the most sinful of them all, the parasites who plagued the Earth with their deadly lies and foolish mistakes, relished in the sun as if they had never seen it before.

Although her new peers were just awakening, hugging each other with relief due to the fact they'd survived the terrifying night, Caroline had never fallen asleep. She'd stayed awake, counting the shimmering stars that called the night their home. She closed her eyes, savoring the last moment of silence. Then, the hyenas awakened.

"It wasn't natural," insisted Rose. "Although, that sound it made --- It just felt so familiar."

Vicki looked at her doubtfully, as she applied some waterproof mascara on her pale face. "Really? Where the hell are you from, Jurassic Park?"

Rose glared, and it was clear that war was about to break out. "Actually, honey, I'm from the Bronx. But I'm telling you, I've heard that noise before."

Jeremy jumped in front of Vicki, faithfully defending her even though they were practically strangers. "Hey, hey, hey. For all we know it could've been a wolf."

This resulted in a laugh that seemingly resembled a howl from Klaus. "A wolf, really? That's the best you've got, Little-"

"Hey!' shouted Caroline, as loud as she possibly could. Everyone immediately silenced, shocked that someone was actually taking authority. "Could everyone just shut up for one Goddamn second? Last night... I saw smoke. Right after the noises. I didn't tell you guys, because I didn't want to cause more stress. But I think... it could be another part of the airplane. The front of airplanes, they always have radios. If we could find a radio, it could be our ticket off this island. Now, personally, I'd rather not spend the rest of my life eating mangos and sleeping under plane wreckage. So I was thinking about going to where I saw the smoke, to see what's there. Does anyone wanna go with me?"

Stefan practically pushed his way next to her, and it became clear that he couldn't resist being the hero, even if it was just for a few hours. "Me. I'll go with you."

She nodded, and scanned the group for more volunteers. "Anybody else?" They all looked petrified of the very thought of entering the very jungle of which they'd heard primitive noises. All but one person.

Klaus raised his hand. but only up to his eyes, so that it didn't seem like he was that eager to go. "What the hell else am I supposed to do 'round here, it's not like theres a damn stable or something."

Surprise filled Caroline, and she looked at him as if for the first time. She looked into his eyes, of a rare color that matched the ocean perfectly, and saw a lost soul. A lost soul that just needed someone to save him. "You like horses?"

He blushed, and looked down at the sand, frowning. "What, you making fun of me now?"

She shook her head, still lost in his eyes. "I'm not making fun of you", she said softly, as his head lifted up, with the hope of a child. "Believe me, that's the last thing I'm doing. I just... I never thought someone like you would be so..."

He crossed his arms, but Caroline swore she could see a tiny little smile forming underneath his frown. "So what?"

"So human."