A TVD fic
Word Count: 3 003
A follow up to you think your dreams are the same as mine, found here.
It’s fire, not slow licking like the pain of vervain, but a roaring explosion, raging and hot and just growing: the kind that burns down entire forests and still hunts for more. You are past your own pride; you are crying and whimpering and everything is dimmed but the pain of four wooden bullets lodged deep past your skin.
“Caroline, darling, talk to me. Tell me where.”
You want to laugh but it just won’t come out right. You want to tell him to stop with the pet names, but in this moment you are inexplicably comforted by them.
Klaus’s fingers are ghosting patterns of blood over your skin and you wonder what the colour would look like on his canvas.