Ties That Tear Apart

Summary: If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. And if that still doesn't work, steal their prized possessions, the girl. Yeah the girl.

~Prologue~

"Are you going to ignore me? Honestly?"

The blonde woman turned her head away from the male who had spoken to her, dark shivers erupted all over her body and she swallowed hard to stop the lump in her throat from forming. She crossed her hands in her lap, her fingers brushing over her knee as she loses herself in the dark mist of outside. The man scoffs, shifts in his seat, folding his arms across his chest before unfolding them, grabbing out with a hand to pull her back to face him. His hand coiled around her wrist as the other went for her neck.

"Don't you dare try that with me, Care. Should I continue my action from earlier?"

Care shook her head, staring hard into his eyes. His gaze was as hard as she's ever seen it. The lump forms in her throat like stone. She's gasping for words, none seem to come out.

"That's what I thought. We'll get down here, do this pairing up business thing, and leave. No trouble. No sneaking around. Follow my rules and everybody survives." The man stated his voice as hard as the rock in her throat.

"I didn't…" She choked out, the words piled upon the lump, they wouldn't come out.

The man shook his head, chuckling. The car they were riding in jumped, shaking as it went over the rocky bridge. They had been traveling for days, only stopping for gas, maybe food if the champagne couldn't hold or if the blood wasn't enough. He had preferred warm blood and Care rather him drink from someone else then her.

"You're lying. What was Tyler Lockwood about? Do you remember that fucking prick with his hands all over you? Do you remember what I saw? I saw…" he paused, his grip tightened. Her eyes near rolled back and she reached out with her other hand to grab for his hand, struggling. Her legs instantly parted, the lace material of her skirt rising up, giving space between her thighs.

The man casted his eyes down, his gaze falling towards the small space, his tongue sliding out to lick his lips at the sight. He let out a soft whimper, his dark eyes glazing over with lust. His hand loosen, both of them as he adjusted himself to dip his head, moving to his knees before Care.

Care let out a hard choke of air as she leaned her head back against the seat, wiggling her bottom to lay out before him. She hated bringing up Tyler. He had been a nice man and with his advances she had turned him down. But he had thought she was playing hard to get and continued. He boasted he wasn't afraid of her fiancée, but two weeks she found him dead, stabbed to death in their living room chair. To even think of the scene, how it had been set up. It was like Marcel hated her, loathed her even.

He had took her out dancing, movies, dinner. She had had a good time and once they got home she ripped off his clothes and wanted to devour him, but something told her turn around and she did. Marcel's hand on her bottom was the only thing that kept her grounded when she saw Tyler's body the way it was. She still had horror dreams about it and hoped with the pills she was taking it would go away quickly.

"Marcel…" She let out a soft moan as she felt his tongue lick against her. She had suddenly remembered that she purposely forgot to wear underwear the entire trip. Part of her knew that this would happen, he would bring up Tyler. Her best route to avoid the whole thing was distraction. If she could distract Marcel with her body, then the rest of the trip wouldn't sound so bad.

Although he didn't tell her where they were going, she had a pretty idea they were going to see Niklaus Mikaelson. She had heard his name mentioned through-out the household, but hadn't asked questions. If found too curious with something, Marcel always had a way of taking it from her, but the ransom note of killing her was the reason for the trip. Marcel had explained it shortly, she was being threatened and now they were going off to see this Niklaus Mikaelson to hide. She scoffed mentally to herself, not wanting to alarm Marcel. He was busy, which would make this trip just a bit easier. She hoped.

"I love you, Care. I need you."

Care nodded. She knew that was the truth. Marcel never try or attempted to kill her, but she's always cautious, always. He chokes her though, makes her throat close up. Sometimes he does it so tight that he forgets, she's human. Mortal. Breakable. Vulnerable. He's a vampire. A monster, but she keeps that thought to herself. She's glad he can't read her thoughts. He can compel her, make her do things. He's only did it once, just to prove he had power. She believes it's more than once, somewhere deep down, she has a feeling that he's made her do another things when she isn't in the mood to deal with his company.

He tears into her thigh, ripping at her flesh. She let out a moan, falling out of her thoughts, back to the present. Her hands go for his hair, gripping, rocking, and rolling. She lets out another moan, her eyes open wide for the orgasm that's about to wash over her body and then...

...the car flips over and rolls.