The love that never died

Caroline Forbes thought marrying stefan was the happiest moment in her life or at least it was going to be. That was until memories of the past started to surface and old faces became new. She made a choice that would either change her life for the better or for the worst. But why not make that choice with a murderous original hyrbid.

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In that moment she sounded more vulnerable and more human than ever. She looked up at him "please" she said in the tiniest of whispers and pleads and his amused expression died down quickly and he had his mouth agape. "Of course Caroline" he gestured her to the bed and she walked slowly and softly almost as if she was a child climbing into her parents bed.

She got under his covers and it was heaven, his scent was overpowering every object and every pillow and it calmed her in seconds that is was almost scary. He gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ears and looked down at her for a minute before walking back to the stool and easle in front of the bed.

Caroline then forgot all of it. Mystic falls. Stefan Salvatore. The voicemail. Her being a vampire. Her insecurities. It all just vanished and the last imagine that invaded her mind before sleep consumed her was the image of Klaus Mikaelson lightly feathering the brush over his master piece. The last bit of consciousness was a feeling of caressing lips being placed on her forhead and tingles igniting a fire in her body.

"Sweet dreams Caroline"

Sweet dreams