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This was written for Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek; Week 1 [April 1-April 5, 2025] – Mythical creatures. This is a sequel to Perhaps One Day - Chapter 18: Bury by Bedtime. Klaus was supposed to be preparing for his ritual. Instead, he was back in Mystic Falls to put down a rogue werewolf that kept inconveniently murdering people. Imagine his surprise when it turned out he wasn’t dealing with a creature that had turned rogue. And it wasn’t a werewolf. 

Part 2 - Bury by Bedtime

“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.” 

— John Muir

            Klaus did not appreciate a carefully crafted plan tipping off-kilter before all the pieces were in place. A series of suspicious deaths in Mystic Falls had sent him back sooner than anticipated (he hadn’t even located the moonstone yet.) It was imperative that his tedious doppelgänger was safe — for now. It had nothing to do with the daring little blonde. That he only occasionally checked up on from the shadows. On a monthly basis. And sometimes weekly. And maybe daily. Sometimes. 

            He traipsed through the same woods where he’d first encountered Caroline as a tiny thing every bit as fiery as the sunshine as she’d given him a stern talking to for being too loud as they skulked toward the rather unsavory destination of a pet cemetery. Fearless creature that she was, she’d brooked no argument for abandoning her quest and it was only through his own quiet intervention had he saved her from being hunted by the monster that she’d inadvertently invoked.

            Now there was a new monster stalking Mystic Falls. And Caroline was in danger.

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            His Caroline seemed to make it a habit of finding trouble. Most recently, she’d been in a car wreck and nearly died. In fact, had he not compelled every medical professional in town to dose her with his blood should she be injured or admitted to the hospital, she would’ve died from her injuries. While that had been unnerving, the confluence of absurd-yet-dangerous events that followed had been even more disastrous.

            Next, Caroline died despite Klaus having been assured by the entire Mystic Falls Hospital board of directors he’d compelled that her recovery was nothing short of miraculous. The circumstances of her death were quite dodgy and he nearly ruined the plans he’d jealously guarded for centuries just to secure her safety in person. 

            Then, Caroline had risen a vampire, plunged into a world she’d never imagined. Katerina, an old enemy of Klaus’, erroneously assumed that Caroline had been inconsequential, whose worth as a ritual ingredient would somehow convince Klaus to forgive Katerina’s debt. She’d foolishly thought Elijah’s love for her would stay Klaus’ hand. Katerina’s skull now decorated the mantle of one of Klaus’ English country estates.

            Klaus had been amazed (and as proud as a puffed-up peacock) that Caroline had taken to being a vampire as though it had been her destiny all along. Her control had been phenomenal right from the start, and he’d relied on his carefully planted safeguards (new ones less likely to be fooled) to guide Caroline as she rapidly grew into her new abilities.

            Once his pet vampires advised him of the series of suspicious deaths now taking place, Klaus had been alarmed as they sounded suspiciously like werewolves. Until he completed his ritual, he couldn’t cure Caroline if she was bitten. 

            Which is how he now found himself flashing through these infernal woods searching for Caroline because she apparently still went on morning runs. Stubborn creature. He froze at the ominous sound of wet dirt clods being kicked up by something running at a steady gallop. He took comfort in the fact that it couldn’t possibly be the thing a bitty Caroline had raised up from the pet cemetery.

            She’d had the best of intentions when she’d buried her beloved cat in the cursed land. With a child’s innocent desire to bring back her pet, she hadn’t realized the danger. For the land had soured there, and anything that rose would be possessed by a wendigo’s evil spirit. Whatever was barreling toward him now was not burdened by the slow, slithering crawl of resurrected creatures — nor did it carry the foul stench of a moldy grave. It had been his solemn pleasure to swiftly dispatch the unnatural creature that Caroline accidentally had called forth. 

            And now, it seemed he may need to do it again.

            A deep-rooted instinct caused Klaus the leap to the side, landing gracelessly into a stubby patch of prickly bushes just as a great, lumbering burst of hot air flew by. His fangs unsheathed as his own monster rose to the surface in anticipation of a good dust-up. His snarls caught in his throat when he found himself staring into a sinister pair of glowing red eyes and black shadows that swirled about to form the enormous creature. Bloody hell.

            “Bruce!” Caroline’s whisper-shout momentarily distracted both Klaus and the creature. Klaus’ own beast was a snarling, howling creature demanding he protect Caroline and he flashed in front of Caroline, shoving her back behind him as he faced off with the savage minion of hell. 

            Who had rolled over to show his belly like a beagle the size of a helicopter. What the bloody hell? 

            The creature thumped his massive tail, sending up a shower of dirt and leaves. And Caroline was cooing at the beast. “What a good puppy! You stopped when I called for you — such a smart little man!”

            Gobsmacked, Klaus watched as she stepped around him to reach for the hellhound, scratching along his flopping, slobbery jowls. Klaus asked faintly, “You call that thing Bruce?”

            Caroline stiffened at his words, whirling around to tear into him with fiery indignation. “He’s not a thing. He’s a werewolf and I named him after the shark on Finding Nemo.” She was no stranger to the supernatural world now, and could sense that he was a far older, more powerful vampire than she. And yet she’d looked at his monster with little more than irritation. Without fear. She was magnificent.

            “That’s not a werewolf.”

            “Is too,” Caroline argued, “he’s just a fancier breed of werewolf like how there’s all these different kinds of mastiff breeds, so maybe he’s like the Tibetan Mastiff of werewolf breeds?”

            Letting out a delighted chuckle, Klaus replied, “I’m quite well-versed in all things werewolf, sweetheart. And even a fledgling vampire such as yourself should know better than to get anywhere near a werewolf. Fatal bites, you know?”

            The blackest of shadows shifted along the creature’s fearsome form to playfully coil themselves around Caroline’s fingers. Boldly scratching one of the giant beast’s ears, she huffed adorably and retorted. “Of course I know to stay away from werewolves. But Bruce was wandering around lost in the woods and he seemed lonely.” Cocking her head, she asked curiously, “So, what is he then?”

            “Hellhound. Your er — Bruce is a hellhound, love.”

            Caroline’s mouth flopped open in surprise. She blinked up at Klaus several times and while her entire body stiffened, but to her credit, she continued to kneel at Bruce’s side — the hellhound showed his appreciation for her gentle pats with an excited whine. She finally snorted, “Huh. Did you know hellhounds like goldfish crackers? Well, he likes the wooden pallets they get shipped on, but the goldfish crackers are like crunchy cheese sprinkles.”

            Klaus rubbed his forehead, confounded with how far off track they’d gotten. His mission had been simple — slip into town and kill the renegade werewolf before it could harm Caroline and then quietly sneak away. Instead, the renegade werewolf turned out to be a bloody hellhound that Caroline had managed to turn into a lapdog. Not to mention how Caroline had been staring at him in a decidedly calculated manner. Surely she didn’t recognize him from her ill-conceived jaunt to the pet cemetery as a child?

            “Hey, I know you.”

            Bollocks. Forcing his face back to his human visage, he made sure his expression was politely quizzical rather than mildly panicked. He had a plan — complete his ritual, then swoop in to woo her properly after she’d mourned and then moved on from this insignificant town. He suspected attempting to woo her while plotting her classmates’ ritual murders would prove challenging.

            “You were there. In the woods that night when I was a little kid.”

            A low growl escaped Klaus’ chest, but he quickly stifled it when Bruce bared his teeth in warning. “How could you possibly remember that,” he blurted out.

            Caroline playfully rolled her eyes. “Seriously?! I met you when I was on my way to resurrect my cat in a cursed pet cemetery. It was kinda a big night for me.” She shyly brushed her hair out of her eyes, ponytail waving jauntily as she said, “Um, thanks for Peaches, by the way. I don’t know many humans — much less a scary old vampire — who would give a little kid a kitten when her dumb pet resurrection ritual didn’t work.”

            But it did work. And then he’d destroyed the foul thing that crawled out of that grave, polluted by the Wendigo. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. How does Peaches fare these days?” 

            She playfully batted away the massive nose that kept nudging her ribs as she fondly told Klaus, “Peaches is a spoiled, fat orange cat who spends his days sleeping on my laptop and stalking my hairbrush while refusing to eat store-brand anything.” A small furrow appeared on her brow as though she was thinking hard. “Why did you try to help me that night? I mean, a scary old vampire finds a little kid in the woods and doesn’t eat her — what’s up with that?”

            “Perhaps I don’t like veal,” he replied with a smirk.

            Giggling, Caroline shook her head at him. “You’re a very unusual vampire.”

            “You have no idea.”

            “And I’m betting you haven’t been back here since that night...” Darting her eyes worriedly at Bruce, she shrewdly said, “You’re here for a reason. What brought you back to Mystic Falls?”

            Well, I was concerned that a feral werewolf was jeopardizing my future plans to murder some of your classmates in a ritualistic sacrifice to break my curse and unlock my own werewolf side. “Property management,” he hurriedly blurted out. “Normally, my elder brother Elijah makes the rounds to check on the various estates, but I decided to this time.” Relief washed over him as she nodded in understanding, her skeptical expression fading.

            His gaze was drawn back to the fearsome beast affectionately nudging Caroline until she was pushed back on her delightful little arse. “There’s another reason why I’m here, sweetheart,” he reluctantly acknowledged. “There’s been too many unexplained murders. Even in this dreadful town full of simpletons, they’re starting to notice that another world exists and that never goes well for creatures like us. The Spanish Inquisition and Salem Witch Trials come to mind.”

            A cold pit formed in his belly as he watched the way Caroline immediately threw her arms around as much of the hellhound’s neck as she could reach. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her chin in stubborn defiance and protested, “Bruce is doing so much better! We’re down to just a few bodies a day now...”

            The uncertainty of her tone and those unshed tears absolutely gutted him. Would she ever fight for him the way she fought for this beast? “You can’t control him, love,” Klaus began softly. “And you value life too much to not let these deaths weigh on your conscience.” He knew his words reached Caroline when she reared back as though he’d struck her. “Eventually someone will connect you to these deaths. My family has the loyalty of a powerful coven who can open a portal to a hell dimension and return Bruce to where he belongs.”

            She huffed, tears still dangerously close to falling as she asked in a shaky voice, “Is this our thing now? You appear whenever I have a problem with a pet?”

            Her pain was on display and it was just as innocent and full of unabashed love as it was when he first met her. That she could care so deeply for such a monster gave him hope for their future. Klaus reached out his hand, heart sparking in his chest as she didn’t hesitate to curl her fingers in his as though he was her anchor in that moment. “Would you like me to come around more often,” he asked, embarrassed by how breathless he sounded. 

            A series of emotions flitted across her lovely face in rapid-fire succession and he had trouble following them all. Caroline finally gave him a small smile, her familiar, bossy tone back in place as she demanded, “Maybe. But first you have to find Bruce a really nice hell dimension.”            

And just like their first meeting in the woods, Klaus shook his head in bemusement, unable to do anything other than obey her commands.

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Kissed by a Hybrid

My first ever Klaroline fanfic :)

Prologue

Icy, skeletal fingers grasped her arm, the wind was blowing furiously around her. The snow was thick making it difficult to see her companion. She was yanked backwards, which took all the breath out of her lungs. They had found her. Katerina screamed as they steered her away, threw her into their dungeons and tied her up. They applied rope to her wrists and wrapped them around a metal bar connected to the wall. Katerina continued to scream until they shut the door and she was left alone in the dark. The stone floor was ice, and with every breath came a cloud of steam. Katerina’s lips turned blue, her hair became ribbons of icicles. She desperately pulled against her restraints. After fighting for hours, she finally rested her head against the wall, dreading what was to come.

Katerina strained as if trying to release a stiff piece of shit from her rectum. Finally, she felt the shot of unbearable pain parade around her every vein, and the cold did not help with her transformation. It set her skin on fire. She tried to stifle her screams, but it was no use, the pain was so excruciating. She felt her bones breaking to form the claws at her hands. She punched through the stone wall with her powerful fist to minimise the internal pain. Her teeth were becoming uncommonly sharp, her gums were stretching inside her mouth. She let out a roar. Her heart rate increased so fast and hard to the point she was not sure it was beating anymore. Down on all fours, her fur wet with sweat, her limbs weak from turning. She finally became her other self. A black dog who brought death. A hellhound. Beneath her beastly facade, she gave a wicked smile. The rope around her fist was reduced to a pile of string on the floor. A watchman walked in, and to his horror, he was left in the dungeon with blood gushing from his neck forming a stream across the icy floor. From that day on, the land Katerina had escaped from was known as Blood River.

Chapter 1

Caroline Forbes was readying herself for a day at the Salvatore Boarding School, where she taught children of supernatural skills. Her own two daughters, Josie and Lizzie, attended the school, thriving as they always did. As much as she tried, Caroline was unable to bring up the twins in a normal human life. Caroline found herself domesticated, and she enjoyed it while it lasted. She became the mother she lost, and like her mother, she now had to deal with the supernatural drawbacks that came with these girls. The human equivalent of that was trying to deal with teenagers. Caroline had the luxury of both.

“Mum!” Lizzie called from her bedroom. Caroline left the papers at her desk and joined her girls. “Yes, Lizzie?” Caroline replied, fixing her daughter’s hair in two parts. Lizzie fought her way out of her mother’s grasp. “Mother! Please stop,” Lizzie whined, freeing herself from Caroline. “What did you want, honey? I’m quite busy with marking papers,” Caroline sighed, reorganising Josie’s clothes. “I was just wondering when Hope was coming back,” Lizzie asked, eyes gleaming with hopeful anticipation. Caroline stared at her daughter. Hope was Lizzie and Josie’s best friend, she was a bright, young student of fifteen. The twins were two years younger than her, and they looked up to Hope like she was their older sister. Caroline sighed. “She’s expected to return back during the new term, just like the other students,” Caroline answered. Caroline watched as her daughters smiled in relief, chatting about everything they planned to do with Hope when she returned. Caroline saw something in Hope that she had not quite seen in the other students, including both Lizzie and Josie. She was a powerful witch and hybrid, with some vampire blood and werewolf, inherited from both her parents. There was no official name for what Hope was, but Caroline named her supernatural nature as “four.” It was not a great name, in fact, it was a number, but Caroline derived it from having the power of four supernatural beings. A witch, werewolf, vampire and a doppelganger. While Hope was not a vampire nor was she a werewolf, she was special. Caroline wished for the better that Hope would never activate her werewolf gene, it was a burden she did not want to carry and because Hope was a student of the Salvatore Boarding School, she was Caroline’s responsibility. Alaric, who was Lizzie and Josie’s father, spent most of his time researching the complications of a supernatural child. He was mostly interested in Hope, her powers and nature, which Caroline shared an interest for. Hope’s powers did not frighten Lizzie and Josie like it did the other students, and thus Caroline was glad she’d made some friends at her establishment. She only knew Hope’s mother, Hayley but had never met her father. From what Hope told the twins, he seemed like an intimidating hybrid. A daring father, and not the most humble. Hayley had told tales of Hope’s father that Caroline could not fathom. That he was this all-powerful original hybrid, a vampire and werewolf, and that he used the blood of a doppelganger to create more like him. With his own selfish and evil misdoings, his daughter was the only thing that brought him out of that dark realm. “What’s his name?” Caroline had asked Hayley years back. The name was a fearful one, it emitted horror and unease. It was believed he was one of the original vampires to ever be created in this world. And he was not alone, his siblings joined him in having that honour, or was it a curse? Caroline herself was a vampire, she was not aware of who’s bloodline she descended from, but it was one of the siblings. Hayley said that if an original vampire were to die, every vampire from his/her bloodline would die along with them. Caroline wanted nothing more than to never meet Hope’s father, he scared her before she even knew him.

A tiny chime was heard that brought Caroline back into the room. It was Josie’s phone on her desk. Caroline glanced quickly and saw it was from Hope Mikaelson. “Oh my God, yes!” Josie celebrated, “it’s a text from Hope.” Lizzie rushed to her at once. “What does it say?” Lizzie interjected eagerly, leaning over her sister’s shoulder. “Hope is coming to town a couple weeks early before the term begins,” Josie recited. Caroline gave a concerned look. “She can’t do that, the school won’t be open then,” Caroline said. “Well, she’s not going to stay here. She’ll be in Virginia early is all, mother,” Josie said. “With her mother?” Caroline asked. “No, this time, she’s coming with her father,” Josie replied. Lizzie and Josie squirmed in excitement. “I’ve always wanted to meet the great Klaus Mikaelson.”

Chapter 2 Katerina was in mystic falls, watching the town, gazing at every person and car go past. The world had gotten much larger than before. Katerina remembered back in the 1800s, where she conquered the land of Blood River, named after her tussle with the watchman, resulting in a river of blood pouring from his neck. She had owned people, she was known as a queen. Everyone knew she could transform into a dog and people used to fear her. Now, with the evolution of humanity, the respect had faded away. Blown away in the polutted winds of industrial cities. She yearned for her land back, once known as Blood River, now known as Mystic Falls. In 1827, the villagers who feared Katerina were too frightened to say her name, thus would call her the red-eyed hound in their streets of squalor. Katerina never expressed her hatred for such a name, but once she took Mystic Falls back for her own, she'd make sure she was known as Katerina, the conquerer. The monarchy had been abolished many years ago now, but Katerina wondered if England could continue to have a Queen reign over it in this age of selfies and twitter, so could Mystic Falls. Katerina Petrova would rule again, but with an army. She had never seen ice ghosts since she was captured by them. After her escape from the dungeons, the ice ghosts disappeared into the wind, and the humans that worshipped them bent the knee to Katerina after her miraculous escape. It was said that the watchman was no ordinary human, but an ice ghost himself. Katerina did not remember his face, but only recalled the feel of his blood on her fur and how it felt like an icy shower instead of a warm thickness. From the moment the villagers bowed to Katerina, she vowed to never be afraid of anything ever again. Until a creature invaded her land and ended her reign in Blood River. A vampire and a werewolf. A hybrid. By the name of Klaus Mikaelson.