“Klaus as a slave/gladiator and Caroline the daughter of the Roman that has captured him.” asked by kcismyreligion
(Note - part of this was taken from a five shot I had originally planned, so I just combined both ideas - I also may decide to extend this into a full one shot)
GLADIATOR
“We made a new acquisition today, my daughter.” Her father told her, guiding her gently by the arm to the upstairs balcony of their villa, overseeing the training grounds, treating her as if she were a delicate flower. Caroline tried not to sigh at this, knowing she had to do her duty as a daughter. They were followed by some of her father’s friends, all born of noble blood. “He fights like an animal, perhaps we have found our champion. The next gladiatorial fights will be like nothing Rome has ever seen.” He continued boastingly until they finally reached the perfect spot to observe the family’s slaves.
The one her father spoke of immediately caught Caroline’s eye more than any of the others, though she was sure that the same could be said of any of the spectators. He was young and handsome, with short sandy blonde curls, mussed from the fight. This gladiator fought with a fluid grace, his sword seeming an extension of his arm. He held no shield; the only armor he wore was an iron shoulder plate and a leather arm guard. Apart from that, he was only clad in a pair of breeches.
He was currently holding off four men, and with ease. He jabbed and parried with his sword, the muscles in his back rippling with the effort and strength placed into his blows. They seemed to be hard hits as one of the men went flying backwards, hitting the ground roughly.
He’s more than just a gladiator, Caroline realized in wonder, this man is a true warrior. In only a few moments he had defeated all four of his opponents, including her father’s top fighter. Former top fighter now.
There was a light spatter of applause among her companions whilst Caroline herself simply stared, awe struck by his display of power. It seemed this young gladiator could sense her gaze on him because in the next instant his blue eyes focused on her. He then did something rather unexpected, something her father would consider as disrespect to her. He sent her a wide smirk and winked.
His eyes held the promise of something dark and unspeakable and Caroline was surprised that she yearned for that. She had the inexplicable urge to go down to the slave’s pit and touch this seemingly untouchable man, to make him fulfill this unspoken promise to her.
When she finally broke away from his gaze, Caroline found herself blushing and quickly stepped back walking away with the rest of their patrons. As she trailed behind them, her thoughts drifted back to the gladiator. There was just something about him that made Caroline want to know him. Her ears perked up when the men in front of her began to discuss the same man that had been on her mind. She even heard his name.
Niklaus.
Maybe one day I will really know you.
One day.
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So, because it has been an unforgivable amount of time since I have updated this story, I decided to give you all a little preview into the upcoming chapter. I am so so sorry for the long wait! Hopefully, I will have this uploaded by tomorrow! :)
Dover, England 1560
Rebekah ran as fast as her feet would carry her, her long dress swishing around her. Her normally impeccable hair fell lose over her shoulders as the wind whipped through it. Her mind was alight with worry and complete and utter panic. It was almost midnight now, and it was only thanks to the candles lit about her house and her superior vision that she managed to avoid running into something.
How could this have happened? How did we let it happen? The entire Forbes line… All gone…
As soon as she reached the attic of her home, she burst through the thick wooden door to her manservant’s chamber, a sinking feeling in her stomach. Please, no, no… And then she saw him, sitting up from where he had been sleeping in his bed, shirtless and confused. Rebekah took no mind, however, too relieved at seeing him alive. She ran forward and embraced him tightly.
“Richard! Oh, thank goodness you’re alright!” She gasped out, practically falling into his lap as he struggled to catch her in time. She ended up sitting beside him on his bed, her face tucked into his shoulder, arms around his neck.
“M’lady, I….” He hesitated, muddled as to what had gotten into Lady Rebekah. Still, he ended putting his own arms around her, holding her shaking body tightly to him.
“I was so worried you were dead!” She said thickly as she finally pulled back a bit so she could look into his face. “I don’t know what I would have done if you were…” She muttered, glancing away.
Richard put all propriety to the side, unable to stand seeing his normally strong Rebekah look so hurt. He placed a tentative hand on her cheek, forcing her to look back to him. “M’lady, tell me, what has happened? Why the panic?” He asked softly.
Her small covered his own, sad eyes focused solely on his. “Oh, Richard… It’s… it’s your family.”
He froze, panic rising up his chest, choking him. “What about my family?” He managed to ask.
He was surprised to see Rebekah’s clear blue eyes fill with tears. “They…” She stopped for a moment, pulling his hand away from her cheek and holding it in her lap. “They were killed.” She said finally.
“Killed? But that can’t possibly be…” Richard muttered, going completely pale, shaking his head in denial.
“I am so sorry…” The blonde vampire whispered as she watched him break down in front of her. It seemed it was slowly sinking in as his dark brown eyes, usually so kind, so gentle, filled with agony, tears beginning to run down his cheeks. “They were attacked by one of our enemies, we didn’t get there in time to stop them…” Rebekah continued, her own heart hurting, for him and his family.
Chapter 19 ‘Almost Gone’ should be up soon!
