25 Days of Klaroline. Day 25 Christmas.
A Short Klaroline Christmas Story.
Slightly AU. None of the Originals stuff happened, outside of Klaus going there to war with Marcel, which he is winning, duh! Sterilized…whoops! I mean Steroline, never happened. I’m not sure if it will read this way or not but this story is meant to be a slow paced and softly spoken story. Think of the song by Louis Armstrong, What a Wonderful World. It may cause you some tears, moments of awe, happiness and over all Klaroline feels. So be warned.
Caroline stood at the boarder just outside of Mystic falls. The ends of her green and red plaid scarf blew gently in the wind as she stared at the place where she knew the line sat between staying a vampire and having all the magic drawn out of her. Her bright red knitted cap sat firmly on her head keeping her long blonde curls from blowing in her face as her clenched her fists tightly within the pockets of her white fur coat.
She clamped her jaw and let a heavy emotional sigh slip from between her teeth, the heat from her breath in the cold winter evening swirled in front of her face.
She didn’t know if she could do this.
No one knew she was here and she preferred it that way, especially after how she left things.
Back in February of this year her Mother had passed away leaving her broken and lost. Her friends tried to be there for her but she couldn’t think straight. She had been moments away from turning it off when a sudden thought hit her.
Her Mother wouldn’t want that for her.
So instead Caroline snapped Elena and Stefan’s necks, it must have been their own grief and concern that allowed her to even get away with it. She packed a bag as quickly as she could, grabbed all her important paperwork, penned a quick note that simply said that she couldn’t take it anymore and needed time on her own, before flashing from the town and hadn’t looked back.
As much as in the beginning she resented Matt for keeping her up to date on their friends and the town’s lives, she was now thankful. At least she knew what to expect and wouldn’t have any surprises when she walked passed the border into town.
Caroline took a deep breath, pulling her hand from her coat pocket and began to walk towards the border with her arm held straight out in front of her.
“Are you sure you want to do that Love?”
Caroline’s eyes squeezed shut and her arm dropped the moment his accented sympathetic voice washed over her.
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