Title: One way or another

Summary: "To hunt a monster she became one." She had sworn herself to make him pay for the damage he caused and will go to extremes to see him dead. Two shot. AU.

Note: I don't own TVD. Everything I write is for fun and part of my imagination. No offence.

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0o 1702, Spain o0

Caroline smiled at the man, Hernan, who grinned at her before she thanked him and left his home. Hernan was a kind old man who lived in the middle of his farm. He offered her help when she was new to this kingdom. He found her wandering alone in the middle of woods one day and asked her whereabouts. Caroline had told him she was new to the place and was in search in someone very important. When Hernan didn't understand what she truly meant and he asked more information, she compelled him simply and decided to stay at his place till she figured out the exact location of the Originals.

And she found they had been enjoying the royal services at king's palace.

Faintly then Caroline started to smell smoke and heard high-pitched cries coming from other direction. When she sped in that way, she spotted that the town square was set with fire. People were running and screaming in terror. She didn't understand how it all happened. Just right then she decided to help people.

She did. Few animals were unchained from barns, while she managed to get a few people out of houses. Though, she failed to save a few of them.

Meanwhile humans took situation under their control. She blurred away as soon as she figured out everything seemed fine.

Just then she spotted two people riding on horses, moving toward a tavern which was away from the town. With her abilities she discovered there was no pulse for both of them.

Vampires.

Maybe—they were the Original brothers?

Of course, she didn't want to miss a chance.

She sped in their direction and in a very less time she found herself in front of the tavern. She smelled the mixture of blood and liquor in the whirls of air around her. With her abilities she managed to hear some rambling and then Klaus' sultry whispering—

Caroline clutched to her wooden stake when she decided to stay back and wait for her enemy.

A moment later she saw while Elijah carried a man's body out of the place. At the distance, Caroline failed to recognize whose body it was and assumed it could be one of the brothers as, by that time, she knew Klaus would dagger his siblings when they were not on good terms.

What a bastard. She snorted mentally.

Even after so much time Klaus didn't appear. As Elijah left with the body, Caroline stared at Klaus's horse before she stepped into tavern.

"I can smell you from distance." Klaus' voice came from a corner. Caroline found him in between dead bodies and glowered at him.

And she thought she was being invisible.

He looked fresh which made her conclude that he had nothing to do with this mess in tavern. Klaus turned around and drank from wooden stein as he studied her callously. "You would always come at inappropriate times, love." Caroline's grip on the stake tightened as he closed the distance between them with two lengthy steps. "As much as I like to spend some valuable time with you, sweetheart—" he paused and smirked. Then he spoke something very irrelevant. "Years ago you didn't look as wonderful as you are now."

Still Caroline didn't reply anything for that. Instead she lunged at him. However she didn't grow strong enough to put him down. Before she registered what happened, she was being pinned to the wall making a loud thud sound. His fingers were around her neck, almost squished her windpipes. His lips were bent into an amused smile just before he loosened his iron like grip on her throat. "You never cease to wonder me, sweetheart. Have you decided to tell me your name?"

"Of course." Caroline gritted her teeth. "You must know whom you are dealing with."

He certainly found entertainment in her words. "Do you even know who I am?"

"I only know you as the person that killed my family." She spat out.

"I killed your family?" Klaus raised his brows and took the wooden stake from her hands and let her go. "Perhaps you didn't love your family that much. If you have, then you would have searched for a powerful weapon to end my life, though it clearly is impossible." He pointed at her with that wooden piece and chuckled. "How could you even think this piece of wood can kill me, love? I would take this as a terrible insult. Certainly you need a better person to train you."

"I do not need anyone's help in killing you."

Klaus made a face before he blurred to the entrance and threw the stake right next to her face. "I love to sit with you and talk how much you hate me, but do not mind me, sweetheart. I have a ship to board." He leaned against the wall. "I am positive we will meet again, and I am very much eager."

Caroline touched her neck as she glared at him darkly. "Caroline." She said her name making him to turn around. His lips twitched and gave her an impression that he smirked, but he didn't actually. "Remember me, Klaus. I will come for you."

After listening to those words he smiled observing her. There was a moment of silence before he replied. "I will be waiting."

Fake smile between people was one of the things that had never changed. Caroline quivered head as she stood at the entrance of great hall. Carefully she scanned for any familiar faces and found the Salvatores, the doppelganger and her human friend immediately. After that the youngest of Mikaelsons caught Caroline's eye.

Rebekah looked as elegant as ever in her dark metallic green dress. With no doubt—a walking beauty—Caroline thought of her. And the person next to Rebekah looked a bit older and possessed the same evil charisma. That dangerous glint in his dark brown eyes clarified Caroline that he was one of the siblings. Maybe Kol or Finn? She heard of them but never got a proper chance to see their faces.

And there was Elijah—speaking to someone on the floor.

"Searching for me, love?" she heard his teasing voice. Caroline took a moment to register his frame in front of her.

The grin on Klaus' face brought a frown to her own. Just like a reflex she wanted to bring palm near to his cheek and slap away that smugness from his face.

"Good evening." Klaus wished slightly tilting his head to his left.

Caroline checked her surroundings while trying not to look at him. One look at him, things wouldn't go as she planned. She knew it and that was the reason for not maintaining proper eye-contact with Klaus. Ever.

Your enemy. He is your enemy.

She repeated those words for as long as it was possible.

And then his actions startled her—Klaus took her hand and looped it with his. Of course, her scowl didn't even bother him to the slightest.

"I knew you would come." Klaus stated blowing a smile to someone.

Caroline buzzed coolly. "I can't miss this chance to see your end now can I?" she asked challengingly and quirked up a brow.

Klaus wrinkled his nose. "So much hate, love."

"For millionth time I like to remind you that—" Caroline sighed, rolling her eyes, "you killed my family, you stabbed me close to heart, many times."

"But never in the heart." Klaus pointed out as he passed a glass of wine to her. Taking it she let out a huff. "I was aware of what I did."

"Should I suppose to kiss your feet and be grateful for letting me live, your majesty?"

Klaus observed her under heavy lids before a corner of his lips curved up. "You should be."

"You are so exasperating." She commented and earned a chuckle from him as she slurped her drink. Caroline felt his hand at her waist and shot him a dirty look. "I want to kill you."

"Then what's keeping you from it?" he challenged.

"I just have tough luck." She sighed.

"You have started to complain like a baby, since when?" He lifted his left brow up before he added. "The woman I knew would stop at nothing." His words surprised her enough and made her look up at him. Caroline swore for a moment she forgot where she was as she stared into his blazing stormy blues.

"Welcome—" Elijah's speech began and by that time all of the Mikaelson siblings emerged on the staircase along with their mother who looked as grumpy as them.

"I remember you," Stefan commented standing beside her. Caroline smirked at the younger Salvatore when he said. "You are the one going after Klaus—for how long? From 20s?"

"Before your existence, Salvatore." Caroline murmured before her eyes landed on the Mama Mikaelson.

"You know me well, don't you?" Stefan asked, intrigued. At first she didn't understand why he remembered only traces. But then she figured out that much—Klaus being Klaus would love to take away people's memories. Though on many occasions Klaus drained vervain out of her body he never compelled her.

She wondered why.

Caroline was completely aware that he could end her life with no effort—but he stalled for some reasons.

When she glanced at Klaus, he was already gazing at her with a known smile as if he was reading her mind. Caroline squinted at him before she turned her attention to Stefan beside her.

"I'm really glad you came." Klaus commented as they began to dance.

"Really, don't mention." Caroline replied with a sweet-sickening smile. "I'm literally dying to kill you."

"And here you are. Dancing with me, your enemy I suppose." He pointed out in arrogant tone.

"If that's what I have to do, I must." She retorted scanning people around, one by one.

"Don't tell me that you are not enjoying this." He purred slowing down their movements and made her to glance at his smug face. "You love to dance with me, Caroline. Just like the old times." He reminded her of their first dance during early 20s, the time when she found him and his sister with the younger Salvatore.

That night she met them in a very inappropriate situation when she clearly wanted to loosen up and have fun for some time. As usual Klaus and Caroline had thrown counters at each other when she met Rebekah and Stefan for the first time. She would have liked Rebekah more if she wasn't Klaus' sister.

It felt more like an awkward meeting. Imagine meeting your enemy's family while clearly the enemy was trying to seduce you—how appropriate.

Inwardly Caroline never denied their thing. Yep, if situations were in another way—it would be really a thrilling experience to stay beside him.

And then the moment was crashed by Katherine, her mentor, who had been observing them. Even though Katherine appeared like she didn't care about Caroline, she actually did. That night she informed Caroline about the attack from the police and that too with wooden bullets. Then Katherine callously suggested Caroline to leave the place if she really wanted to kill Klaus.

Later she figured out that it was Mikael, Klaus' step-father who planned that attack. That was the last time she saw Stefan and Rebekah.

When it comes to Klaus—the last century Caroline developed so much that she had traced him every now and then, which was a huge success in her life, but he would readily slip through fingers. Their encounters always put her in perplexed state.

Klaus was good at choosing his words. They would always make her to deal with a mixture of emotions.

"I really enjoyed those days." Klaus muttered shooting a sideward glance in Stefan's way. "We had fun, hadn't we?"

"You had fun." Caroline answered coldly remembering the way he killed a few of humans in front of her eyes. "I never seek pleasure in taking blood from innocents. There is no such day in history without thinking of what I have become, Klaus, just to see your end."

"Now you are blaming me for your choices, Caroline." He inhaled and stopped to dance. Leading her to drinks he added with a little smirk. "Well, I didn't suggest you to turn into the fearless, beautiful vampire. Though, I really am content with your choice. I would have missed such a ferocious woman."

He definitely knew how to irritate her without losing his cool. Caroline took a glass from the table and drank from it, didn't want to bother herself with any reply.

"And if you really want to kill me—" he dropped one dramatic pause and smirked, "—where's your infamous weapon, love?" Before she could reply to that, he raised a finger. "Let me guess. Hid it under your dress, inside stockings?" Watching her varied expressions, he scrunched nose in distaste. "It really became old trick, Caroline."

"Well, well, your taste in women positively didn't change, Nik." A soft voice came purring from behind.

"Kol." Klaus feigned a smile but he didn't take his gaze off her face.

Caroline stared between the brothers. And the chestnut haired man observed her with an amused smile on his face. Certainly her opinion didn't change. This guy was dangerous with no doubt. She heard stories about him but never witnessed his cruelty. Together, Klaus and Kol happened to unleash hell many times in the past.

Kol moved past her and took a glass from the table as he buzzed. "I'm little flabbergasted learning that you are still alive." He raised glass at her, lightly squinted. He spoke as if he knew about their rivalry. "Perhaps my brother has gone all soft for you, darling."

Caroline tilted her head to right as she inhaled deeply. "Yep, he is all soft and caring. You should have seen the way he staked me—" glaring at Klaus who then chuckled, she let out a huff, "—very smooth and very careful." Kol smirked when she added. "Like for a thousand times."

"That sounds like him." Kol said, satisfied. Looking between them he sighed. "So, is anyone going to tell me the actual reason behind this drama?"

Klaus' lips slightly twitched as if he was trying to control himself. "Remember Buckingham incident, brother? 1512."

Kol frowned at first, recollecting that time while Caroline tried her best not to take out White Oak stake from her stockings.

"Ah, yes!" Kol cooed and shot her an incredulous glance. "Don't tell me she is the survivor."

"No, Kol." Klaus explained patiently. "She is not one of them. No one survived your progenies."

"Not even them." Kol didn't look pleased. "I'm still not happy with what you did to them, Nik."

"Can anyone tell me what exactly happened there?" Caroline asked growing frustrated. She absolutely had no idea what they talked about. Only one thing she understood was that Kol had part in their parents' death. Which meant she had to kill two of the Originals? That would be really easy if she inherited some supernatural powers like shooting White Oak at them through her eyes. Yeah.

Klaus raised a brow at her tone and passed a dark glare while Kol replied rather cheerily. "That is one my favorite experiments. I have personally created a group of young vampires in order to find the extremities of the sire bond which we discovered then for the first time." Kol shrugged his broad shoulders carelessly as he explained. "But there were some loop holes about it and because of that all of them turned into viscous vampires. The real fun would have started if you didn't kill them." He complained.

"They were out of control, Kol." Klaus reminded his brother calmly. "The walls were painted with people's blood by the time I reached the castle. And you were not even present." He took a sip and frowned at Kol. "I still didn't get the part why you led them into the castle."

"Even I don't know what led them into castle. You know, it's still a mystery. Thanks to you." Kol scoffed.

Caroline slowly understood. This entire time she misinterpreted about everything. She felt like someone dropped this bomb upon her. Her jaw probably hung and touched the floor.

"My family is dead because of your stupid experiment." Caroline muttered still in shock.

Kol threw her a callous look. "So is it why you were running after my brother? Your family was ruined by my progenies—"

"I thought he was the reason behind all those deaths." Caroline blurted out and looked at Klaus after long time and he was as composed as ever. Klaus stared at her for a minute or two before there were round of drinks.

Kol glanced at somewhere before he excused very sweetly. After he left Klaus smirked at Caroline as he passed the glass of champagne to her.

For all her life she believed Klaus killed her family. But he didn't? That she didn't see coming. Maybe it was all a lie and he was the real murderer? And Kol—

And that moment she didn't even have words to describe him. What a dick.

A group of vampires killed the people of castle and her family—

She didn't even notice that the Mama Mikaelson, Esther was addressing the crowd, saying that how special the evening was.

But for Caroline it was an overwhelming time.

For the last century, Caroline became overly cautious. When all of them were having their drinks, Caroline stopped and eyed at the liquid in her glass suspiciously.

Blood.

There was human blood in the wine.

Klaus identified that she didn't have her drink by the time he finished half of it bluntly. "I thought you like wine." He said keeping his glass on the empty serving plate.

Caroline knew at a few of parties, vampires like to have their drink with blood in it. She liked to have them separately in order to savor both the tastes. So she wouldn't go for the mix, generally. Not hating it, but definitely not a fan of that idea.

So she didn't want to point out that.

Instead she took a sip from it and put the glass away.

Klaus was observing her by the time she focused back on him. There was a distant, strange smile on his face which made her uncomfortable as the truth began to haunt her.

Like a fool, she went after him and threatened him to kill ruthlessly. How naively she acted. Without knowing the right thing, without interrogating him, she attacked him simply.

Damn.

And that look on his face— she needed to get out of here. Like now.

Caroline walked alone in the lawn and it really helped her to let go of her embarrassment.

So technically the people, who killed her family were killed by Klaus. That was what the brothers discussed.

But he never told her that. Why?

"You are having a good time here?" She heard his voice. Soon Klaus stepped beside her and walked along with her. He placed hands inside his pockets as he glanced at Caroline.

In response, she shrugged her shoulders lightly and pressed her lips into a thin line.

There was a minute of silence before she made up her mind and asked. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You never asked me in the first place, sweetheart." He replied casually.

His answer made her to stop dead in tracks. She gave him an annoyed look. "How can you expect me to—" Sighing out loudly she grumbled. "It is not like I would—"

Frankly she didn't know how to explain. In fact she didn't have anything to support herself.

Klaus raised a brow at her and expected she would continue. And when she couldn't, he simply laughed throwing his head back. It really annoyed her to no limit. After he controlled himself finally, he shook head, maybe he found her silly. "Is it that hard for you to admit that you have mistaken? And yes, a simple misunderstanding, it was."

"A misunderstanding turned me into a vampire." She tried to keep sadness out of her tone. Though, she enjoyed perks of being a vampire she was still guilty about something.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he told. "A misunderstanding is the reason for you to stay where you are. Molded you into the woman you are. It only brought the best out of you. See it in that way, love."

Caroline gazed at the ground, analyzed what he said and then lifted her brows up. "I still don't understand why you didn't even try to inform me, you know." She muttered as her cheeks heated up.

"You know, Caroline, just like others I don't like my enemies. But you will be an exemption. Definitely one of my favorites. And you know why I didn't tell you the truth?" A corner of his lips bent watching fazed expression on her face. Slowly he leaned into her face and curled around her waist. Caroline's brows furrowed as she tried to free herself. His grip tightened further as he skimmed the skin at her temple with his lips. She nudged his elbows as a way to remove his grip but he was stronger, like always. She stopped her trials when his warm breath touched her skin and gave shivers. "Because it is so much fun to have you around, Caroline."

After that he let go of her and earned continuous daggers from her. His chuckle made her to think of punching him in the face to slap away that arrogance.

"I hate you!" she growled crossing her arms. "I will kill you."

Klaus stepped away and stretched his arms to sides dramatically. "You tried many times in the past. And I wish you luck, Caroline." He grinned, satisfied as he took steps into mansion. "We have an eternity, after all." He wiggled brows pointedly before sighed at her to get in with him. "Now about that real dance we talked about—"

He trailed off and walked in with that stupid smirk of his. Caroline glared at the path he left and felt like slapping herself for being an amusement to him this entire time.

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