Love Me Like You Do
I stumbled upon a video of the TVD cast at Paley Fest in 2012 which inspired me to write this. Thanks to Candice for the inspiration! This is my take on part of the episode “The Murder of One” (3x18) which is actually one of my fave eps.
Caroline looked up at the foreboding Mikaelson mansion. She hadn’t been here since that night. The night she went to the ball at his invitation, gifted her a gorgeous dress and sketched her that picture. The one that was now firmly emblazoned on her brain. She felt slightly dizzy as the image filled her mind but decided to blame it on her lack of blood intake that day.
She was here to do a job and had every intention of succeeding even if it meant she had to see Klaus again. She thought back to their strategy session in the woods earlier that day.
“Why do I have to be Klaus bait?” She huffed.
“Because he’s obsessed with you,” Damon countered. He actually had a point but Caroline didn’t feel the need to agree with the arrogant Salvatore and just rolled her eyes by way of response.
This tactic was getting really old for Caroline. Not just because she had to put up with the Original Hybrid and his attempts at wooing her with romantic drawings and gifts but because for once she wanted to be the one in the middle of the action. Yes, out of character some would say, but if it meant unlinking Tyler from his freaky sire bond with Klaus then she was more than willing to help.
“Can I help you?” She turned to see Rebekah, arms folded across her chest on the front doorstep. Caroline fought the urge to roll her eyes, if they’d given her the white oak stake then this could have been done by now.
“I’m here to see Klaus.”
“Is it April Fools Day or something?” She chuckled wickedly. “Last time I checked you only use my brother when you want gifts. What exactly do you want now?”
“He chose to give them to me, Rebekah,” she growled, remembering why she hated the spoilt, blonde Original. “But there’s something I need to speak with him about.”
“Well, you’re going to have to get through me first,” she insisted, flicking her hair over her shoulder impatiently.
“Funny,” she murmured, moving a little closer. “I thought you’d be too busy plotting revenge on Damon.”
“I know if a guy ignored me like that after sex, I’d be pretty pissed,” she offered, noticing the once confident Original’s expression change instantly.
“You know about that?”
“He’s telling everyone and between you and me…” before she could finish her sentence Rebekah was gone in a vamp speed haze leaving the front entrance clear. She couldn’t help but smile given she’d moved along their plan and that Damon was probably going to get his ass kicked. Given his earlier comments and, personality in general, she wasn’t quite unhappy about that.
She looked at the door ominously, knowing she had to go in and begin mission distraction. After all her previous practice, Caroline wasn’t too concerned about her talents.
“Klaus?” She called out, noticing the house was relatively dark and quiet compared with the night of the ball. “Klaus?”
Still nothing. She walked through the rooms half expecting Kol to jump out and offer some attempt at a witty joke or Elijah to give her a stern lecture about trespassing.
She entered what looked like the study, plush furnishing with a fire crackling away in the corner. What caught her eye though was the artwork sitting atop the mantle. The likeness in that blue dress was breathtaking and she thought his horse sketch was impressive.
“I never took you for the break and enter type, love,” a familiar voice offered. She tore her eyes from the painting and to its source seated on one of the chesterfield lounges while hunched over a laptop.
“Number one, I didn’t do any breaking of the sort and, number two, it’s not my fault Rebekah doesn’t understand the basic concept of hospitality.”
“I’ll agree, it’s probably not her best trait,” he noted, his crimson lips curving into a sly smile as he finally looked up from the computer screen. “So then, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Caroline froze momentarily, deciding to blame it on the stray dimple he decided to flash in her direction, no doubt on purpose.
“I was, uh, bored.”
“And here I hoped you were going to thank me for that sketch,” he murmured, his gaze now falling back onto the lit up screen. “So, they asked you to distract me again? You need to tell the Salvatore brothers that tactic is getting a little old.” Caroline couldn’t have said it better herself.
She heard a ding from his computer, followed by another his face concentrating on whatever he was doing. “You do know it’s rude to ignore a guest?”
“Says the blonde distraction,” he smirked, still not bothering to look at her. Bastard.
“What exactly are you doing?”
“Online? I’m impressed that the thousand year-old knows how to communicate in more modern ways.” She said, making her way to the couch so she could satisfy her curiosity. Usually his attention was firmly focused on her and for some reason it bothered her that it wasn’t right now.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, lowering the screen defensively. A number of beeps sounding out again.
“Are you on match dot com by chance,” she surmised, that particular noise sounding familiar.
“I’m on no such thing,” he growled. His denial told Caroline that was exactly what he was doing. She was shocked to say the least, especially given he was supposed to be obsessed with her and not some randoms on a website.
“Yes, you are,” she argued, manoeuvring herself onto the couch quickly and stealing his computer in the meantime.
“And how exactly do you know that anyway? Already bored with Tyler?” Caroline scowled by way of response. Of course he had to bring up Tyler. She decided it was best to just steer clear of that conversation given how jealous he usually got.
“Who knew the ‘most powerful creature on earth’ needed dating assistance.”
“Thanks for the compliment, sweetheart,” he teased, still avoiding the subject.
“Didn’t you notice I used air quotes?” She scoffed before perusing his profile onscreen. His picture was on point but that was no surprise given just how handsome Klaus was, even though Caroline would never admit that to him. “What the hell kind of profile is this, Mikaelson?”
“What’s wrong with it?” He asked defensively. “I’ll have you know I worked on that for a good couple of hours.”
“It says your hobbies are wreaking havoc and committing mass murder,” she squeaked.
“Well, it’s the truth.” She didn’t reply just kept scanning it in disbelief.
“Your listed likes are general suffering, AB Negative and cemeteries after dark.”
“You forgot to mention blondes with blue eyes,” he gestured to the screen proudly. They were now sitting rather close, his thigh rubbing up against hers. “Look, so many people lie on these things, at least I’m being honest.”
“Dislikes,” she read, unable to stop. “General happiness, unicorns, sunshine and rainbows.”
“Oh come on, tell me I’m wrong,” he drawled. “Plus, look how many hits and messages I’ve received.”
“Sophie from Indiana,” she muttered, looking at the picture. She was mildly attractive and mildly normal from her picture until further investigation. “Woah, she likes whips, chains and bondage. Seriously, Klaus?”
“I wouldn’t rule anything out.”
“Who are you, Christian Grey?” She asked, referring to the leading character in the Fifty Shades trilogy.
“He wishes,” Klaus muttered. Caroline was surprised he even knew what she was talking about. For some reason this news didn’t sit well with her at all. How could he possibly like her when he supposedly wanted these women?
“So, what you’re telling me is that you like girls like this?” She asked pointing to Lisa from Pittsburgh, dressed skimpily in head-to-toe black with heavy make-up and multiple piercings.
“I might,” he stuttered. She could tell by the slight blush he was becoming decidedly uncomfortable. “Why do you even care, Caroline?”
“I just thought you had better taste,” she uttered, her eyes flickering again to the portrait he’d drawn of her.
“I do,” he answered simply, placing his finger under her chin softly and turning her gaze back to his dark, blue orbs. “Unfortunately girls like that don’t go for men like me.” She could sense the raw vulnerability in his voice and that teamed with his touch was messing with her composure.
“Well, with that profile what do you expect,” she mumbled. When she came over here it was to distract Klaus, not the other way around. “I can just imagine some innocent girl taking a liking to that and telling her mother she met this guy who likes to murder people but other than that, he’s a real charmer.”
She could actually see that conversation playing out with Liz, believe it or not, but decided to put that particular scenario at the back of her mind. “So, what do you suggest, love?”
He had leaned forward now, his chest mere inches from hers and those tantalising lips just waiting to be kissed from such close proximity. “Uh, I suggest,” she stammered, standing up so fast and taking him by surprise. “A new and improved profile.”
“You’d help me?”
“I feel it’s my responsibility, not just to you but all the poor unsuspecting girls out there.”
“And funnily enough it’s the perfect way to distract me too.”
“Maybe.” She said without thinking. If he was going to be honest the least she could do was be the same. Surely her friends had this under control given they didn’t need her help in the first place.
“Well, let’s get started then, love.”
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