The Vampire Diaries is ending tonight and it’s
bittersweet. I can remember watching the pilot episode back in 2009 and
becoming fascinated with these incredibly complex characters originating from
LJ Smith’s arguably best work. From those first few scenes I knew I would be
It was the first show that I fell in love
with. It was the first show that had me searching for all possible spoilers and
theories about what would happen in future episodes. It was the first show that
after every episode had me anxiously waiting days on end for the next episode
or god forbid season. It was the first show where it felt so effortless to
It had an amazing run throughout its first
three seasons and that’s how I wish I could remember the show. The show with
plot twists, darkness, twisted morality, epic storylines, an amazing
soundtrack, and enthralling villains. I adored that show.
I don’t really want to get into how the show
turned into something I eventually had to give up on. But to ignore that part
would be a lie. It’s no secret that due to range of different reasons the show
started shifting into something that wasn’t as captivating to me as it once
was. It is what it is.
Regardless, there are some shows that
impact your life even past its end and I know The Vampire Diaries is going to
be one of those shows. Even if tonight’s episode doesn’t turn out the way I
envisioned or hoped it would doesn’t change the fact that The Vampire Diaries
will always be a salvation of some kind to me.
To the fandom (Stelena, Klaroline and Bamon
fans in particular) thank you so much. I know it’s been crazy for these past
eight seasons and so much awful crap has happened but your perseverance,
creativity and undying hope for the show has always kept me interested. I pray we
get an ending worthy of our passion.
Thank you to Paul Wesley, Nina Dobrev, Ian
Somerhalder, Kat Graham, Candice King, Michael Trevino, Zach Roerig, Steven R.
McQueen, Matt Davis, Joseph Morgan, Michael Malarkey, Sara Canning, Kayla Ewell
and all other actors and actresses involved for bringing some of my favourite
characters to life. Thank you to Kevin Williamson, Julie Plec (even through the
many disagreements) and the crew for creating and developing this beautifully compelling
Friendly reminder that Klaus’ letter was preceded by “that is the beginning of another story”, which is meant to highlight key components in the letter, such as Klaus wanting to thank Caroline in person. This suggests that they do eventually meet up, and that their meeting is not a mere fleeting chapter in their lives.
This isn’t a nod to their friendship. They’ve never been just friends. This is a promise of a romantic future.
There is no doubt in my mind that if Caroline and Klaus were to ever reunite (and according to the finale they do) that Klaus would want something romantic from her. And if you believe otherwise, you’re kidding yourself.
However long it takes is a throwback to a romantic scene. A romantic scene that suggests a promise of a romantic future between the characters. This isn’t mere banter between friends. Because Caroline has never been just a friend to Klaus. It’s a promise of a romantic future.
“that is the beginning of another story” “however long it takes”
Eventually this story will be realized. And it isn’t a story about friendship.
DIDN’T EVEN WATCH THE FINALE. HORRIBLY UNEDITED. HERE YOU GO.
He does meet her in person one
It’s been decades, not that their
faces show it. But there’s contentment in her eyes, a sense of purpose, the
light that he admired for the first time all those years ago still there, still
shining. Once he’d thought that it would dull with time, sharpen into something
vicious if she truly embraced her inner monster.
Klaus finds he’s actually quite
pleased to be proven wrong.
Not that she is still the same
girl though, the girl who would let others take and take and take from her until
she had no more tears to give them. No, this Caroline standing on his doorstep
has a spine of steel and will not bend for anyone so unworthy.
“Are you going to stare at me or
invite me in?”
Klaus smirks (the same arrogant smirk),
she smiles (that same radiant smile), and he steps back to allow her through.
The compound is quiet that night, his family left to their own pursuits, some
very far away indeed. He’s absurdly grateful for that at the moment.
“What brings you to New Orleans, love?”
he asks casually, too casually for the way his mind races with possibilities.
But he’s never been one to lose his upper hand, though she might be the rare
“I received the cheque you sent
“I’ve donated generously to your
school for years Caroline, I don’t recall this being the standard thank-you
protocol.” Anyone else and it might be a rebuke but there’s a twinkle in his
eye and he’s all mirth. He’d never sent the money as a bribe to bring her here,
even if he had allowed himself to hope that this might one day happen.
Looks like one day had arrived.
Caroline matches his casualness,
admiring the art on the walls, looking over the decorating with a critical eye,
though she’s unable to fully hide her admiration. “You’re our biggest
benefactor. Thought it was time to say thank you in person.”
Klaus raises an eyebrow and strolls
closer, clasping his hands behind his back because it’s all he can do not to
reach for her waist and pull her close, see if the taste of her matches his
memory. Instead he stops a hair’s breadth away from her back, letting his
breath wash over the shell of her ear. “If I remember correctly sweetheart, I
was the one who promised to thank you.”
Caroline turns, and for the first
time one of them breaks. Her breath stutters from how close he is and in a
moment she’s seventeen again and they’re standing on a field before he says
But that was then and this is
now, and Caroline does not intend to say goodbye to him tonight.
There’s no point in playing with
pretense, they’ve had decades of coy flirtations through handwritten notes, the
barest of communications still managing to covey a wealth of possibilities for
a future that would only come if one of them took the first step. Klaus had
promised her that she would be the one on his doorstep and it’s nearly been a
century since that dance…Caroline finds she’s actually quite willing to
compromise her pride, just a little, if it means they can finally see if
long-ago promises are capable of becoming something real.
“I had to come here,” Caroline
explains, and she lets the neutral façade slip and forces herself to look him
in the eye with the bravery he’s always admired in her. “You kept your promise
to never come back.”
“I regretted making that promise
“But I’m glad you did. Things
happened…maybe they had to happen the way they did.”
Klaus very much disagrees, but
she’s here now and that’s what matters in the end. But now they were inches
apart and the possibility of a beautiful future is right there in front of them
– only neither knows what to do with it.
Caroline smiles and raises
herself just a bit, enough to brush her lips against his. She does taste the
same, and then some, sweeter and richer and nothing his memory could possibly
do justice. She doesn’t press further though, and it’s not a kiss, not really.
It’s a promise. A possibility.
“Champagne,” she whispers against
him, so softly he barely catches it. “It’s our thing.”
Klaus pulls away, staring into
those eyes he’s painted a hundred times over. “And then?”
“And then…Rome. I need a
“My French is perfect.”
She laughs, and Klaus swears this
is the heaven he never thought a bastard would find.