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Crimson Dreams Chapter Two

She peered down at the water, feeling a pull towards it. She had the sudden urge to strip down and become one with it. To float along the tiny currents, to sink towards the bottom.

Drowning wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

Not when the destination was death.

Blue eyes peered into hers, and she let out a scream. She plunged her hand into the water, distorting the reflection of that face.

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It was entirely too odd to be on a road trip with Klaus of all people. But the scenic sights painted a pretty picture. Moss covered mountains, the rough terrain looking impossible to manoeuvre, and yet, there they were.

The music drifted softly from the radio, and when she looked towards him, he was already staring at her.

“What are you looking at?” She asked softly, suppressing a smile.

“Well, sweetheart, the view is magnificent.” His voice dipped at the last word, and she suppressed a smile.

It had been years since they had gotten together, since they had realised that despite all the terrible things that had happened, there was still a lot between them. It only intensified when he had taken her away after the night Stefan had threatened to kill her.

While the first few weeks had been difficult, they’d usually meet each other in dark hallways after everything outside had gone to sleep. She wondered if it was the isolation that attracted her to him, but she knew it was more than that. It was the way they both had nightmares neither of them ever talked about. It was in the way she kept writing about her mom while he kept sketching images of his brothers over and over again.

Everything had come to a head when the witches had attacked them in his house, and she had saved him. And then, he saved her.

Again.

And again.

And again.

In ways she couldn’t quite articulate.

They’d gone back to Mystic Falls after that, deeming it to be the safest place. But when she found herself visiting the graveyard at night, she’d seen him one night. Not too far from the rows of coffins that were her family.

It was only after she had yelled at him, accused him of stalking her, that he had told her his secret. Yelled it into the air around them, and showed her the place where they had buried his brother, Henrik.

She had wondered at that, the idea that the grief had lingered even after a thousand years striking her like cold air on a winter morning.

After that, she would join him some times, the space between them devoid of words even as the distance between them seemed to shorten every night they met.

The first night she let him stay with her at her parents’ grave had ended with her crying herself to sleep. It was right where Jenna’s grave was too.

It was torture, to know that the only person who seemed to understand her was the one who had caused her so much pain.

But she couldn’t stop him after that, letting him come to the graves with her.

When she kissed him one day after she saw him with Caroline for an hour, she knew she was in too deep to stop herself.

And so, for once, she didn’t.

It became easier after a while, and when he saw her one night, clutching a picture of her family, he’d finally apologised about killing Jenna.

(While it meant more than she thought it would, it was months, almost more than a year before she accepted that apology. Only after she was sure he had really meant it, had really changed.)

When they left Mystic Falls the next time, she’d been aware and awake for once. Touring most of the country and then Europe seemed like the next logical step.

And now, in this small space between them, it felt even more real.

“Do you really enjoy the mountains that much?” She asked teasingly and he smirked at her, cheeks dimpling as he turned in his seat.

“I wasn’t talking about them love, and you know it.”

She couldn’t help the blush that rose to her cheeks as she took another sharp turn.

“Maybe I did.”

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She’s been losing all hope. Vampirism is a heavier burden than ever. The moment she had turned, she had seen something in Stefan’s eyes die, something flare up in Damon’s, most surprisingly however, she had seen the interested look in Tyler’s eye.

For a moment, it had reminded her of the way someone else would look at her, but that person was dead now.

She spent some time with Tyler, and each time, she could tell something was off about him. No one else could see it though. It was when he kissed her one night, after too many drinks, that she finally got it. Had called him out on it and Tyler, no, Klaus had smirked at her. Still, there was something different in the way he looked at her.

When Tyler was back in his own body, the of them had moved awkwardly around each other, until they decided to not speak of it, ever.

Klaus, though, that was a different story. He had stroked her hair as he’d fed her his blood. Held her tightly even as Stefan stared at them through narrowed eyes.

(Stefan who liked her as a human. Damon, who preferred her as a vampire. And now Klaus, who didn’t seem to care either way).

Klaus, who had dropped hints about the sire bond at the pageant.

(She hadn’t even realised all the things it would make her do for Damon’s happiness, feed, kill a hunter, kill Kol. Risk Jeremy’s life for the cure, lose Jeremy. Turn off her humanity.)

When they’d met next, he was full of emotions, his hand wrapped around throat, before his fangs sank into her neck, pumping her full of venom.

It was full circle, she thought, fitting she’d die (again) with his lips on her throat.

He’d let her sit like that for days, the venom burning in her veins. (Had smirked cruelly when she cried out for Jeremy). In the end, it was only when he had lost it, yelled at her about killing Kol, compelled her accidentally, that she’d allowed the truth to slip from her tongue, about how she’d done it for her sire that he healed her.

(Part of her had been angry - she could’ve died finally, another part, the larger one, had sucked on his blood and moaned in both relief and something else. Had kissed him again. Hadn’t stopped there this time.)

It’s cruel, the things they’ve done to each other, that he’s done to her. And yet, somehow, there it is, the part of her that aches beneath her breast. That rejoices in his words.

(The emotions she’d been forced to feel again. Like a doll, turn it off, and then, turn it back on. The heat of fire, the pain Stefan, Damon, and even Katherine inflicted on her.)

“He may be your first love. I intend to be your last.”

She smiles, to her shame, it isn’t strained.

She doesn’t know if he’ll be her last love. All she knows is that he makes her feel. Even in death, even when her feelings were gone, he’d made her feel something.

(He’d killed her aunt, and she’d killed two of his brothers. There’s hardly anything left now, except this, except them.)

“That’s a big promise,” she says, “you should work on keeping it.”

When he smiles at her, dimples and all, she thinks she’ll forgive him a lot.

(She’ll still make him work for it.)