Klaroline drabble request #3 for crazychicke. (its kind of got horseriding in it...) Anyone who has a klaroline drabble request send me a message! :3
crazychicke requested: Klaroline horseriding
(it’s kind of in here… at the end. Idk my muse got away from me im sorry, i hope you still like it!)
She was breathless. Caroline had never been breathless before, but right now, standing right here, in front of a wide open pasture, she wasn’t even capable of speech.
Beautiful bright green grass, a few cows grazing in the distance… and two horses. Two gorgeous horses, one dark brown with white rimming the tops of its hooves, and the other with a soft white coat. Its back was speckled with spots of gray just like its hind legs. Both the animals’ manes and tails were long and flowing, swishing in the wind as the creatures stood before Caroline with their big kind eyes.
She felt like she was shoved in the chest with the effort it took for her to suck in a breath when she finally did. The wounds she had from the attack a few days ago still hurt, she was still healing…
That was what had gotten her here. The attack. And maybe at the time she wouldn’t have said anything was worth that much pain, but now, she could almost say that it was.
It all boiled down to some vampire gang that had come to Mystic Falls with a plan to basically snack on most of the townspeople and turn the rest, add them to their little evil mob. The problem for Caroline was, she had been the only one aware of this.
Well, the only one who’d believed that something dangerous was in town.
For some reason, when Caroline had noticed a few new faces in Mystic Falls, she’d felt immediately on edge. She couldn’t explain it, she just did not trust the newcomers and had seen several of them over at the Mystic Grill playing pool one night.
She’d confided in her friends, telling them she didn’t know what it was, but she didn’t like the looks of these guys.
No one had listened. Elena was too busy dealing with Damon crap to notice anything wrong, Stephan was too busy looking for a cure, Jeremy was still all weirded out over his new Vampire Hunter status, Matt was fawning over April, Bonnie was majorly magic focused, and Tyler was (of course) working overtime with Haley to break sire bonds on hybrids.
So when Caroline, little bubble-brain Forbes, had talked to everyone and explained what she was feeling, no one believed her. They all thought she was paranoid. Even Tyler.
That had actually caused a huge fight, close to a breakup type of argument. There was a lot of stuff about Haley and Klaus thrown around and… Caroline would rather not relive it.
The point is, even after three days of trying to convince her friends that something was up, no one would even get off their butts to look for the newcomers in town. The biggest problem being, nobody else had seen these shady people in Mystic Falls except for her. No one.
Finally she’d gone to Klaus, and he had believed her. Of course, he too hadn’t seen anybody suspicious or new, but he’d believed her and said he’d search around. She’d been grateful for that, but asked him not to do anything should he find them, not until he talked with her again.
Surprisingly, he’d agreed. And Caroline had felt a little better.
Though another day passed, and she’d been getting edgy as well as impatient. She felt like she was being watched and she hated it!
It was a series of unlikely and sucky events that had led to a very frustrated Caroline marching up to the mysterious new arrivals one night, when she’d finally spotted them again. In the alley behind the Grill.
Not her smartest move, especially when she was alone and started her introduction with, “Who the hell are you people?!”
They’d all sneakily surrounded her, distracted her by talking about their plans and finishing each other’s sentences. It was way too creepy.
At the end of their dumb speech about how they were planning to take over Mystic Falls, they’d said that they felt she should know considering she had asked and was about to die anyway.
However, they jumped on her right then, before she could blink. And Caroline had found herself in an outnumbered brawl. The vampires were all stronger than her, cruel, not against playing with their target before ultimately going in for the kill. They were older and vicious, more experienced and God the pain they caused her was awful. Worse than vervain soaked cloths covering her lips and sunlight burning her back. They had bitten her just to make jagged teeth marks in her skin and see her blood trickle out. They’d sliced at her face and stomach with knives, succeeding in leaving a wound on her cheek and three along her belly. She fought with everything she had, getting in a punch here, a kick there. She would throw one of them away just to get pounced on by another a split second later.
Caroline searched for a chance to run, a way out. For a moment she’d thought that she’d had it, she’d gotten five feet away from the fray when a harsh grip on her hair dragged her back and she was swung down hard onto the concrete. Why no one could hear her screams was obvious, while she’d been fighting she couldn’t get even a chance to blink let alone yell, and now her mouth had been covered as well as her limbs pulled taut.
A stake and a dirty knife were both wiggled in front of her like a cruel puppet show, and the vamp holding the blade raised his arm to aim as Caroline’s muffled pleas and begging eyes laid helplessly beneath him and the rest.
But then his mouth opened and blood spilled out, his eyes wide with pain as his face began turning to stony ash. Caroline whimpered and heard a venomous growl close by, and the rest of her attackers began to be picked off one by one. They left her lying on the ground and she breathed in a lungful of air, coughing when it burned. She saw them all fighting someone else, the evil gang of assholes losing quickly to what Caroline could only tell was one opponent.
The growling never stopped, but she could make out no familiar voices asides from the ones that belonged to those who had hurt her. Then finally, she caught a glimpse of Klaus. He was furious, beyond wrath and anger, he put a whole new meaning to the word murderous as he wretched off the heads of those he was fighting.
Well honestly there wasn’t much fight, more just him winning and beating these cruel vampires to a pulp.
When he’d plunged his hand into the chest of his last victim, Caroline heard him speak with bitter and malice and hate.
"You touched the wrong girl, mate."
Then it was all over. The following events happened in a blur. Klaus ran to her, asking her if she was alright even though his eyes told her he wouldn’t believe it if she said yes.
But she didn’t say yes. She shook her head in the negative and allowed him to pick her up. He charged through town, being careful not to jostle her too much because he noticed that when he did she whimpered in agony. She had blood dripping everywhere, the scratch on her cheek the most unsightly thing next to the savage fang marks covering her arms. Bruises were forming quickly, she had matching black eyes and there was blood seeping through her hair onto his chest where her head rested.
He got her back to his home, and with every injury found, his hatred and anger grew. The desire to kill and torture those vampires he’d already done away with, for a hundred years sang to him like a sweet desire. Klaus had cleaned Caroline up, given her blood as soon as possible (his own), and since he knew she wouldn’t drink from a human he sent one of his hybrids to go out and grab some blood bags.
That night had passed slowly and in agony for Caroline. She had broken ribs, what felt like a crushed chest, a twisted ankle, cuts and bruises everywhere, and she’d fallen asleep almost within fifteen minutes of being bundled into Klaus’ bed.
Since then, three days had passed. Klaus didn’t want her to go, he’d told her so the day following the night of the attack. He offered her everything she could need, blood and a warm bath, privacy and just a place where she would be safe. Caroline could tell he was still fuming at her being hurt, because every. single. time. she limped or hissed in pain or coughed, he got this look on his face right after he would come close and ask her if she was alright.
She hadn’t the desire to leave, nor the heart to say no to his invitation. She thanked him and told him it wasn’t necessary, but he’d disagreed, and insisted. Though the look on his face seemed more like hope.
Tyler had of course found out quickly, what with Caroline being at his sire’s house and all. He’d been ready to take her back home, take care of her, watch over her.
But she’d said no. She didn’t want to talk to him, she was still angry, furious with him. For the fight, for all the things they’d yelled at each other, and for the fact that he hadn’t believed her. For the fact that when Haley had come into the room while Tyler was trying to convince his girlfriend to come home with him, Mr. Lockwood had excused himself and told Caroline: “Just a second, Haley needs me.”
That was the decision maker really. That and the fact she was still angry with him with things asides from all this Haley business. And of course she couldn’t call her friends, none of them had believed her. And she wasn’t saying the attack was their fault, because it wasn’t, she had been stupid. Supremely stupid. But she still felt like an outcast with them right now. They were all… They never trusted her with anything. Or at least that’s what it felt like.
Once Tyler had left she’d been almost ready to just go home and take care of herself. But then Klaus had offered to take her away from Mystic Falls for the week. He said she didn’t have to, but if she did he thought it would be good for her, and he would be there the whole time to make sure nothing happened to her.
So here she stood, on a horse farm upstate. It was like a freaking fairytale, and Caroline still couldn’t really believe it. Klaus knew how she felt about horses. She told him! And now she was going to get to ride one.
He owned a beautiful house about ten miles away, but he’d told her that this was what he’d planned on showing her by bringing her away from Mystic Falls.
Walking dazedly over to the white horse, Caroline reached out and stroked it’s sun warmed fur, smiling softly.
Klaus came up behind her. “Are you ready, love?”
She nodded, allowing him to help her up onto the horse as her riding boot slipped through the stirrup. Thank God for vampire healing or her wounds from the fight would’ve been much worse than they were, definitely too tender to go horseback riding.
She situated herself, getting comfortable and looking over at Klaus as he hopped onto his own ride. The Brit shot her a kind grin and they were off.
As pleasant conversation and laughter took hold, Caroline wished for the day to never end.