A/N: I always thought my first Vampire Diaries fanfiction would be for Klaroline, since I love that pairing to death (seriously, I have never fangirled over two fictional characters so much) but after watching the 6th and 7th seasons I've found that I ship Caroline with just about everyone. I've supported Steroline, Forewood, Klaroline, Carenzo (which I was honestly disappointed to see not happen), Koroline, Alaroline (I kind of wished Alaric could have gotten his perfect happy family), and now, Kairoline.

I realize that there is literally NO love for this ship in the way of FanFiction save for one French fic, with little to be found on Tumblr and just a bit more on YouTube. However, I've always had an affinity for rare pairs, so I don't really mind XD I love Kai and I adore Caroline, so I'm writing for them to clear my system. Honestly I think they could be a pretty funny pair.

Anyways, enjoy (or try to).

Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries.

Chapter One: You Can Live Without A Spleen

Red.

Red everywhere.

Vibrating floors.

Pounding music.

He had never been in a club before, but he already liked it.

People.

So many people.

Body after body packed together, barely enough room to breathe, let alone move.

Corpses, he thought. Every last one.

Oh, the havoc he could wreak here. The damage he could do. The lives he could end.

Fun.

He smirked to himself, continuing his way through the club. Suddenly, a part in the crowd, a clearing. And that's when he saw her.

Dancing, blonde hair streaked with neon-glow paint, skin covered in body glitter. Swaying with one of the corpses. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and that was saying something considering he had never had a thing for blondes. He stood there, rooted in place as he stared at the blonde beauty dancing with the corpse, the nobody. She swayed and twirled with him to the music and by chance and chance only, their eyes met.

She didn't know who he was and he didn't know her, but they stared for quite some time, both mutual in their appraisal of the other. She looked him up and down, and smirked - smirked - as her eyes went black and the veins near them pulsed to the surface of her skin. He watched, mesmerized as she bared her fangs and angled them towards the nobody's neck, but not biting down.

She was trying to scare him, he realized. Trying to freak him out. She thinks he's just another nobody, a corpse. Well. He'd show her.

Her interest in him faded once she didn't get the reaction she wanted, and went back to dancing, but Kai's interest in her had anything but faded. He'd show her. He would. He was nothing like these nobodies, these corpses. He was much, much more.

Energy coursing through him, he channeled the magic he'd absorbed from the barrier spell (it had been so long but even now it still felt as though it would be weeks before it wore off) gathering it up in his palms to the point where he struggled to contain it, and, giving one last look to the corpses around him, released it. A million colors played behind his eyes as he let go of the magic, its destructive power like lightning as it ran through the club. When he opened them, a hundred - no, two hundred - bodies lay still on the floor, toppled over each other like a pile of fleshy rubble.

He looked up, seeing the blonde beauty standing a few yards away, seeming closer now that there weren't so many people standing in the way. She stared at him, eyes black with anger.

He'd ruined her party.

He gingerly walked closer, stepping over, on the bodies as he admired his handiwork. Her dance partner, the nobody, lay at her feet, somehow still alive despite the spell he'd cast.

Probably something to do with her vampirism, he figured. Must have protected him or something.

He tilted his head, kicked at the little nobody on the ground. He groaned in pain, eyes squeezed shut in agony.

"I think I may have ruptured his spleen." He said offhandedly, observing the corpse beneath his shoe.

"That's okay," she said, and he was surprised to hear her voice for the first time. Her eyes were alight with mischief. "He can live without one."

He looked at her and smirked.

This was the beginning of a wonderfully destructive relationship.