If they weren't so infatuated with the celebrations, they may have heard the screams.
So caught up with the pounding of music, they failed to realise, that whilst the music carried on, not one, but two lives no longer did.
How had her simple presence managed to close down the Hybrid's simple senses, rendering him ignorant to the faint scent of blood that tainted her hands? All previous questions were shunned aside by the one that followed her into the room, what was she doing here?
"Caroline." He stated casually as if it hadn't been over two months since their previous meeting.
"Niklaus." She replied with the same coolness in her tone, such normality. His first mistake was not instantly picking up something was off from the one worded greeting.
Should have known it was not like her to be the first to other him her hand, but still he pulled her close, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other entwining their fingers as they moved slowly to the rhythm of the room. Caroline draped her arm across Klaus's shoulders, burying her head into the crook of his neck.
It was only then did he feel something was off, she would never willingly be so demanding almost, begging for the closeness.
"Love, has something happened?" He asked quietly, lips' brushing the soft blonde curls that fell down her back, leading to the simple black dress she wore. Standing out like a sore thumb among the extravagant guests, one who had invites. She looked more like someone who belong at a funeral, not a baby shower.
"I don't know what you mean." She replied, her tone oblivious as if it was normal for them to be this way.
Dipping her, he took the chance to examine her face; arms holding her in place, confusion glazed his crystal irises. There was something about her, something missing, just as he was beginning to near the answer; he was pulled away by her voice, sending a shiver down his neck.
"Enjoying the view?" The confidence he so strongly admired was there, a grin contrasting against her words, it was beyond him as towards how easily he could get distracted by the young vampire, she knew this, otherwise she wouldn't of been used to often as a distraction, but when would he complain when it had meant getting to know her, unravel her being and decode who she was, allowing himself to know how to play her.
Although now, he was not sure what to say. He was usually good with retorting to her snarky remarks but now it seemed as though the roles had reversed.
"I could never tire of this view." He finally remarked, pulling her back up as a speed that would potentially harm a human, but they were immortals, they could be as rough as they-
"Caroline, have you been around Tyler?" He growled possessively, having taken a moment to inhale what was usually a heavenly scent for him, "You smell of dog." He was too overcome with a mixture of emotions to really decipher the smell, he knew it belong to that of a Werewolf, and the only link he could make was Tyler since he so strong recognised it.
The question made Caroline throw her head back and laughed a deep, sadistic laugh. Whilst her face showed that of pure amusement, his features contorted into a look of confusion. It began to scare him a little at how she was not answering, simply laughing. He opened his mouth to ask what was so funny, letting her go and taking a step away so he could focus, when a hand clamped onto his shoulder.
"Klaus." It was Elijah. His tone cold, a sinking feeling surged through the pit of the Hybrid's stomach, subconsciously, he had put it together.
"Where is Hayley?" He asked, eyes not leaving Caroline as she finally stopped laughing, now looking at Klaus with a smirk spread across her lips, usually, the expression would have looked strange on her face, so used to her being an image of innocence, but there was a change. It was right in front of him and he was too caught up in her, moving too fast to stop and realise.
It wasn't just the smell of Werewolf, but of Werewolf blood.
"Niklaus, I advice we take this elsewhere." His poor brother was trying to keep up the winning streak of being the composed one, the one to hold it all together, but it was obvious in his voice, the broken choke up noise that fell after every pause, had he been crying?
"Caroline. What have you done?" His voice was passive to begin with as the reality slowly sunk in.
She just stared, mouth falling ajar as if to speak, but instead the corners of the mouth began to curl up in amusement. This was not the same Caroline as two months ago.
"I said what have you done?!" He called out, anger consuming him, ignorant to the fact he was in a room full of people, he lunged.