A/N This is the result of a request for a Soul mate Klaroline fic, I'm not sure how far I'm going to run with it, if at all.
Disclaimer; I do not own anything mentioned in this fan fiction, there is no copy right infringement intended.
Rating; T for now to be on the safe side but could change in future chapters if needed.
She had a secret, a secret that nobody would understand, hell she didn't even understand it. Ok so people would HAVE to understand and if she's being completely honest she could get used to it. Rules are rules, this happens to everybody after their 16th birthday, no questions, no buts. They, her family and friends know the rules, but they wouldn't leave her be, they wouldn't let her settle for destiny.
Does he even know? Has he got his yet? Do I say anything?
Caroline sighed as she slumped down on the cold, hard wooden floor in front of the floor length mirror. Her robe left hanging from her bare shoulders where she opened it after she felt.. It. She felt the itching, the burning, the growing of the black ink spreading over her delicate, fair skin and through her flesh and blood, she felt it for sure when she woke up this morning, but she knew it's been coming for a while, and she knew who it was who was having such effects on her mark.
You see if you're made/born a supernatural of any kind such as a Witch or Wizzard, A Vampire, Werewolf, Hybrid and so forth The Soul Mate Bond is automatically created within you. After your 16th birthday the bond starts to set itself in motion, you have no say on who your soul mate is, there is no changing destiny. There is also no changing the way you feel, you're drawn to your soul mate, your skin tingles deliciously when your around each other, you feel each others emotions whether it be in the physical or mental sense. No matter how far apart you are, if you're in grave danger or a state of absolute ecstasy your soul mate will know about. The soul mark, which is the name of your soul mate appears somewhere on your body, everyone is different, it can come in different shapes and sizes and different styles of writing, but it always appears somewhere visible for everyone to see who you belong to. The mark can appear as fast as a flash of lightning or it can take months even years to develop but it is always going to happen, destined to happen.
When Caroline was turned into a Vampire at 17, she didn't have time to think about the soul mate bond that would occur. Many months later when she felt the slight burn and itching on her collar-bone she still didn't think about it too much, she was expecting it to be Tyler anyway after they had been getting closer and closer. When she stepped out of the shower one day and glanced at her self in the mirror, all she could see was a small black line, it could have been any letter for any word. A few days later the line had formed into a definite L, with room on either side for more letters to form. But then things had started to slow down. And for days, weeks that single letter in a beautiful curvaceous font was left alone etched into her skin. That was around the time of him. Her memorable 18th birthday, the incident at the school with Mr Saltzman, the car accident and the kiss in the woods (the fact that it was Tyler's body should not be stated right now), the ball and the loaned dress, all of these occasions and many more and in no particular order are the reasons why her mark started tingling again and she knew exactly why, damn it.
There's no denying it anymore, what's the point. She trailed her fingers over the word that sat proud and beautifully just underneath her left collar bone, where it would be almost impossible to hide. She looked up to the strapless sun dress that hung on the door of her closet, I bought that especially for the summer fair today, she thought to herself. Her eyes flicked between the mark on her skin and the dress a few times before standing up and marching over to the closet. "Oh what the hell, people are gonna find out some way or another soon enough". She disappeared into the closet for a few minutes, when she returns to stand in front of the mirror, the beautiful dress flowing elegantly from her perfect figure, and hair falling loosely on to her shoulders she's holding her cell phone. She takes a deep a breath and holds the phone up to the mirror. There's a flash then a faint *click*
The chime on Klaus's phone lets him know of an incoming message, he digs the vibrating phone out from his pocket and taps on the notification bar, he allows the message to download a second whilst drumming his fingers absent-mindedly on his desk. He's in his study stewing over something ridiculous when he lets his eyes settle on the screen in his hand and that's when he notices who the sender is, her, his Caroline. His breath hitches and he wills his phone to hurry up when suddenly a picture flashes up on the screen, he almost drops his phone and clears his throat to compose himself, he widens his fingers on the screen to enlarge the image, he can't quite believe what he's seeing. He knows, of course he knows, when the spot on his right hand between his thumb and forefinger started to throb and pulse just moments after he met her he knew what was happening, but he never once mentioned it, he wasn't exactly her favourite person in the world and even though it was inevitable he wanted to give her time and space to realise on her own. He tried, god he tried so many times to woo and sway her but underneath his icy exterior somewhere he was a perfect gentlemen and he wanted, needed to earn her trust. He's waited hundreds of years for this, he would've waited a lifetime for her.
He finally calms himself and steadies his slightly shaking hand, he holds the phone up to his direct eye-line just to make sure he's definitely not dreaming or god-forbid hallucinating. There as clear as day with just the slight flash of the lens like a halo around her golden locks is his beautiful soul mate, looking innocently and shyly into the camera. He can't even focus on anything in the frame as his eyes lock on to what is making his heart beat twice as fast, he can hear it pumping in his ears. There gloriously displayed, on her bare collar-bone, what a fabulous place, he thinks and can't stop the proud smirk from appearing on his lips, is her bold, clear mark, in fancy writing but in no way hard to read.
His grin has turned impossibly devilish now, he saves the image and switches to camera mode. He pulls out his right hand from his sleeve, subconsciously and sometimes automatically he's been trying to hide it away recently, he certainly didn't want any prying eyes or gossiping tongues catching a glimpse before the time of right, but now the time is perfect. He holds his hand out facing the camera, with his mark teasingly on display.
The phone vibrates in her hand minutes later, it startles her from her thoughts and breathlessly she swipes the lock screen open, her breath catches at what she see's, but was she really expecting anything else.
Text: I assume you dressed appropriately for this beautiful summers day?...I'll see you at the fair later. K x