Hey guys! Back with another story, this time possibly a multi-chapter fic. I've been playing with this idea for a while now, but I never got around to developing it until today. The first chapter is sort of the information chapter, and it fills you in on the idea that I had and it's what the story is going to be based on. I hope you enjoy! :)

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

It was eerily quiet in the Mikaelson house that evening. Klaus was standing in his drawing room, looking out the window into the front lawn of his estate. He brought the glass of vodka in his hand up to his lips, taking a sip of the bitter yet miraculously sensory liquid. His eyebrows furrowed together; not from the alcohol but from the thought of what he was going to do that night. Turning on his heel, he approached the large wooden desk in the room, setting his glass down on the table.

Leaning down, Klaus hooked a finger under the desk and pulled out a large yet well-concealed drawer. He could feel the anticipation running through his body as four neat pieces of parchment came into view, topped with a thin gold chain holding a blood-red hourglass-like pendant. He pulled the paper out, being careful with the necklace. Hooking the necklace onto his pinky, he spread the four pieces of paper onto the desk, narrowing his eyes as he surveyed his drawings. Each one was dated; 10th century, 1490, 1920 and 2012. His piercing blue eyes fell on the first drawing, a girl drawing water from a well with her long blonde hair tumbling down over her shoulders. He noticed the detail of the smile on her face, and he tried not to wince as he felt his memories flooding back like vervain in his veins.

Charlotte. The girl from the village next to his when Klaus was a human. She was the most unique girl his nineteen-year-old self had ever met. She was bubbly, passionate and extraordinarily beautiful, and he had been courting the girl ever since he laid his eyes on her when cutting firewood. Hair like woven gold, eyes glittering like gems from the deepest mines, and a smile that could light up even the darkest of places. Charlotte was the first person to call Klaus 'Nik' and actually get a positive reaction out of him. She was everything he had ever wanted, and more. He thought he was set for life when she finally accepted his advances; until the night he and his siblings were changed by their mothers.

Klaus swiped the vodka off the table and took a deep swig. He was going to need it for this flashback.

Klaus's glassy eyes widened as Charlotte leaned in, an innocent expression on her heavenly face. Before he could say another word, she pressed her lips against his. Words wouldn't have the power to describe the feeling that arose in him that night; surprise, shock, pleasure, love, lust… hunger?

Something changed within him in those few seconds. He was suddenly overcome by the urge to sink his teeth into the soft skin of her neck and drain her body of every last drop of blood. 'What am I doing?' he thought, his eyes widening. 'This is Charlotte. I love her. I could never hurt her.'

And then he felt it. The skin around his eyes tightening, his veins popping out, and worst of all, the fangs piercing their way through his gums. Charlotte flinched as she felt the prick of his sharp teeth, and she pulled back, opening her eyes. He could see the silent scream on her face when she took in his appearance, and her hand flew up to cover her mouth.

"What are you?" she cried, scrambling back against the pine tree behind her. Klaus tried to open his mouth but was overcome with pain and fell down onto his knees. Charlotte let out a squeak and made a little motion, as though she wanted to help him but was afraid. Looking up into her terrified blue eyes as she looked back into his bright yellow ones, Klaus knew what he had to do.

"Go," he rasped, clenching into the ground with both hands. Charlotte opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. "Run. And don't look back."

Klaus downed the rest of his vodka, slamming the glass back down onto the table. He had woken up the next morning with no clue as to what happened after Charlotte ran away, but he came to discover that she, along with the rest of her family, had left. He thought of going after her many times, but he knew that he was dangerous and he couldn't risk her life.

Sighing heavily, Klaus turned his attention to the next picture. He felt the corners of his lips turn up as he took in the drawing of a gorgeous girl in a beautiful satin dress with impeccable detailing. The girl had an unforgettably mischievous expression on her face, an expression that could only be pulled off by Camilla.

Camilla. 1490. The eighteen year old girl who came into his life with a bang – literally. He still remembered the day he met her like it was only a hundred years ago. He had thrown a masquerade ball, being a nobleman in England at the time, and Camilla crashed the party, sauntering around undetected under her mask. Being a hybrid, Klaus caught onto her pretty quickly, but what he didn't expect was for her captivating eyes to seduce him all the way to the bedroom. He woke up the next morning to find the beautiful blonde curled up at his side, looking like an angel in her slumber on the contrary of the devil she had been in bed.

Klaus quickly became attached to the vivacious blonde, just as he had with Charlotte, and courted her until she agreed to make their relationship public. For a while, everything was right again. Camilla found out about his being a hybrid and was indifferent about it. When he asked her if she wanted to change, however, she let out a resounding NO. "I want to live a full life, Nik," Camilla had said, looking Klaus straight in the eyes. "And I definitely don't want to have to kill to eat."

He felt as though the tear in his heart from when Charlotte left had finally been mended when Camilla decided to stay with him. However, there was one thing that was constantly bugging him. There were too many similarities between Charlotte and Camilla for it to be a coincidence. One day, after being torn over the matter, Klaus decided to consult a witch about it. Thankfully for him, there was a Bennett witch living in his town.

After compulsion and threatening, the witch finally revealed that Camilla was a reincarnation of Charlotte. From what Klaus learned from the witch, a reincarnation was similar to a doppelganger but much more personal. Reincarnations were not only looks, but personality, habits, morals and beliefs that would stick forever. Satisfied with this answer, and thrilled that he had found his true love again, Klaus went on in his quest to break the bind between himself and the moonstone.

The problem started, however, when Klaus met Katerina Petrova in 1492. Camilla knew about the moonstone curse, but she was infuriated by his obsession with the doppelganger and eventually started to pull away from him. The breaking point for the two was when Klaus murdered Katerina's family and went searching for her in rage, leaving Camilla with no choice but to leave him. Klaus squeezed his eyes together as he remembered their parting conversation.

"I can't do this anymore, Nik!" The tears spilled over Camilla's cheeks as she stood there in the doorway of their bedroom, suitcases in hand. "You – you're obsessed! And I'm not dealing with it anymore."

Klaus darted across the bedroom and grabbed her by her wrists, pulling her close to him. "I told you, love, as soon as I find her and rip her heart out, everything will – "

"No!" Camilla tried to push him away, but his grip was too tight. "There is no 'going back to normal'. We're done."

He pulled her even closer until their faces were only inches apart. "I love you, Camilla. I don't want to lose you."

Another tear spilled over her cheek, and her lips quivered as she spoke. "If you love me, you'll let me go and you'll never look for me again."

Klaus swallowed as he ran a finger over the face of the beautiful, strong girl in the picture. As she had requested, and as much as he didn't want to, he let her go. Camilla made it a priority to make sure he would never find her again, but he attended her funeral. No one noticed him, standing at the back of the cemetery with his head down, and he left before the ceremony ended. He couldn't watch them bury the light of his life.

Shaking his head slightly, Klaus looked at the third picture in the line and felt his heart sink a little lower. A girl dressed in a slinky black dress and pearls, dancing in the middle of a bar. Candace. 1920. Lively, passionate, strong and the life of the party. At least the beginning of her story was happy.

Klaus met Candace at a speakeasy and recognized her presence immediately. She had the charisma that he had only ever seen in Charlotte and Camilla before, not to mention her sunshine-like hair and glittering blue eyes. He walked over right away and offered to buy her a drink, only to have her grab him by the arm and pull him out onto the dance floor.

Ah, Candace. Klaus felt his lips turn up as he thought of her. She brought out the dancer in him, making him remember how to love again. He told her what he was within the month of meeting her, and he begged her to let him change her so that they could be together forever. Candace, though accepting of what Klaus was, refused to become a vampire. "I could never take away another life," she had said, reaching out to stroke Klaus's cheek. "That's not who I am."

However, Candace managed to handle herself around three vampires. She soon joined the Klaus/Rebekah/Stefan trio, and though Rebekah detested her after seeing how much attention Klaus gave her, Candace's mega-watt smile stayed on her face. She was always kind, polite and compassionate towards everyone, including Klaus's victims. She always made sure that he didn't kill his prey, and watched over him to make sure he fed them his blood and compelled them to forget. "No one deserves to know that they've been through that," Candace would say when Klaus complained about the process.

That was what made everything even worse; the fact that Candace was such a caring person. She didn't deserve to die the way she did. Klaus clenched his fists, gritting his teeth as all the anger he felt in those years returned to him.

The day Mikael attacked them in the bar, the day Klaus compelled Stefan to forget everything, was also the day that Candace died. Mikael found them and ripped Candace's heart out right in front of Klaus's eyes, satisfied by the pain in his expression. Klaus had no choice but to take Rebekah and get her out of there, but his anger for Mikael never faded after that day.

Klaus felt his anger fade as his eyes fell on the last picture dated 2012. A girl in a gorgeous blue gown, her golden hair piled on top of her head in an elegant bun, her cheeks flushed pink. Caroline Forbes. Miss Mystic Falls, captain of the cheerleading squad and head of the prom committee. What a character.

When he first saw her, Klaus noticed the unmistakable resemblance but looked through it because she was missing that light that Charlotte, Camilla and Candace had. However, as he stayed longer in Mystic Falls and watched the bubbly blonde interact with her friends, he realized that her light, as he called it, had been dimmed by her change. Caroline was exactly like Charlotte, Camilla and Candace; she would never have chosen to change if she hadn't been killed by Katerina. But as Caroline's life began to straighten out, Klaus began to see more and more of the resemblance between her and the previous reincarnations. The night he went to see her, however, was the night that he saw it. The light seemed to be radiating from her, showing her strength and beauty like it never had before. He saw it in her eyes, and he was smitten. Caroline Forbes was the final reincarnation.

She was beautiful, strong and full of light. And he wasn't letting her out of his sight. Not this time.

Pulling the tiny blood-red hourglass off the chain, Klaus snapped the pliable glass between his fingers and let the red liquid fall over the drawings, forming a bond between the four drawings, starting with Charlotte and ending with Caroline. Once the liquid had been drained, he crushed the remaining glass and gold in his hands until they turned into dust. His lips turned up as the red liquid flashed gold, signifying the completion of the bond.

Let the games begin, sweetheart.

So, what did you guys think? What do you think the red liquid/gold bond will do? ;O
Let me know if I should continue!