Never Gonna Happen
"Why didn't you?" She fidgeted with her fingers as she whispered the question, she always did when she was nervous. That thought made her stop immediately knowing that Klaus's eyes noticed everything.
"Excuse me?" He had turned his head towards her with a small frown on his brow. He was near the lighted fireplace and the fire was casting shadow and light alternitively on his face as it cracked, licking at the logs.
"We were together for almost a week, before I realised that it was you...inside Tyler's body," she took a deep breath, which she really didn't need but she took it anyway, to better gather her thoughts, "you could have...taken advantage...of the situation anytime,' she shook her head and frowned deeply, 'infact I, I even initiated a...a...a situation and you refused..." she started fidgeting with her fingers again but this time, couldn't make herself stop, "you invented some excuse and..."
"You still think so low of me?" He interrupted her with a low voice.
At that she took another very deep breath, as she felt anger rising in her, How dare he sounds...hurt? After all he's done!
She abruptly stood up from the sofa where she had been sitting since she had arrived at his mansion and took a couple steps closer to him, "I'll always think that low of you, don't you know that by now?!"
"No!" He fully turned to look at her now, and though his face was more hidden in the shadows with the fire at his back, she could clearly see the anger sparkling in his eyes,
"You want to! You wished you still felt that way about me, cause it would all be simpler!" He raised his eyebrows at her, 'Right love? If I had done it, now you'd have a real, solid reason to hate me!"
"I don't need another reason to hate you!"
"Careful, Caroline..." He growled under his breath but she ignored him and went on, "Let's be clear here, we both know you've been trying to get in my pants for weeks..."
He made a pained face at her choice of words but again she ignored him, "and you had that good an oppurtunity and you don't take it!? I want to know what game you're playing..." She suddenly stopped and went even closer to him, "Or was this your game?...some Machiavellic plan, thinking that since this is what I expected you to do, you don't do it, so that when I find out it was you in Tyler, I would go all 'Oh my God! Klaus maybe a mass murderer but he's really a gentleman at heart!"
A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he turned towards the fire again, lighting his handsome features,
"That's it, isn't it? That's why you're smiling?!"
"I was thinking that I knew Machiavelli, and even he wouldn't have come up with such a tortorous plan!" His smile grew bigger.
"Machiavelli? You knew...you knew the real Machiavelli, the real..." She clamped her mouth shut, she didn't want him to see how impressed she was by that knowledge!
"Not well, only talked to him a couple of times."
"Don't change the subject!" She snapped at him. Better keep hold of her anger, or she would give in and ask what Machiavelli was like, what Italy was like in those days, what the world...
"I'm not." He was still smiling as he fixed his gaze intently in hers. When had they got this close?
"Believe it or not, sweetheart," he drawled quietly, "I don't have any trouble getting a woman to come to my bed of her own free will."
"Well, the only way this woman would have come willingly was, if you had kept pretending to be Tyler and..." She faltered and scowled God, that sounded like it was what I wanted! "...and that didn't come out the way I meant it...but you know exactly what I meant, damn you!" It was all she could do to stop from stamping her foot on the thick carpet under her feet. Why was she so flustered? I swear that if he laughs at me...
"Caroline." She gave a small sigh at him saying her name, why did it sound even better than all the endearments he was always calling her... it must be his stupid accent's fault. Her eyes climbed to meet his and her mind seemed to come to an abrupt halt as his gaze, mere inches away, bore into hers.
"When you and I make love," she gave a small smirk, but he only smiled, "if you and I ever make love...when it happens, there will be no doubt in your mind, whose arms you're in."
Could a vampire heart skip a beat? And could he hear it?
"Dream on." Was the only retort her mind seem to come up with.
"Is that an invitation?" His eyebrows went up with surprise.
"Don't you dare! If you only..." She stopped her own words, and with a small sigh said instead, "you...wouldn't."
"Finally! She's catching on!" He said in a quiet voice that couldn't quite hide his satisfaction. "No games, love," His voice had turned serious again and his eyes studied her features slowly before he glued them to hers. "No dreams, no compulsions, no using someonelse's body...it will be you and I," his face came an inch closer to hers, narrowing the room to nothing but the blue of his eyes. "You and I, for real."
She wanted to look away but couldn't...there was something in his words...something that created a sharp intense feeling in her stomach she didn't want to analyze. Finally she blinked and broke the contact.
"It's never gonna happen." she whispered and before he could reply with one of his smart quips, she used her vampire speed to leave the house leaving him alone in front of the fire.