"I don't want to die," Caroline whispers, her eyes filling with tears. He recognizes the sincerity in her face, her fear of death. Becoming a vampire should have rid her of all fears, for one so young to contemplate their own mortality would frighten anyone. Klaus pushes up his right sleeve, exposing his forearm and wrist and moves his left arm underneath the frightened blonde. He cradles her upper body into his own, supporting her neck as you would a small infant.

"There you go, sweetheart, have at it", he purrs in the most non-threatening voice he can muster. Caroline looks from his wrist to his face, asking for permission with her eyes. He gently presses his wrist towards her mouth as encouragement.

The moment her lips touch his wrist a shiver runs through him, and when her small sharp incisors pierce his flesh, he releases a sigh of relief.

"Happy Birthday, Caroline" he says as she continues to drink. At first, she takes small dainty sips, perhaps she is too weak from the venom or more likely, she is trying to remain in control. Klaus smiles to himself, she is so young to this life, one day her humanity will not stand in the way of embracing her true nature.

She will be glorious, he thinks to himself, then realizes that he would like to be there to witness her transformation from a vampire clinging to their humanity to a vampire with no limitations or doubts. He shakes his head slightly to clear his mind of these thoughts. He shouldn't care about this girl, who probably won't live very long, considering the company she keeps, and the lovesick Salvatores, who will sacrifice anyone as long as the object of their affection remains unharmed.

Caroline shifts in his arms and he feels her jaw tighten, her bloodlust beginning to get the better of her. As she starts sucking hungrily, a jolt of lust shoots down to his groin. Blood sharing is inherently very intimate and when combined with sex, it is the greatest pleasure a vampire can experience. His cock begins throbbing in sync with her sucking, she is slowly regaining her strength and every shift of her small body causes his to respond.

As he gently wriggles his wrist to get her to release him, she sighs and her head falls against his chest. Her gentle breathing a confirmation that she is fully healed and asleep. Klaus lays her back onto the pillows and pulls the blankets to cover her. His aroused state causes his stare to linger over the tops of her perky breasts peeking out from her top. He is mesmerized watching them move in time with her breathing. Klaus' eyes wander up her chest to her neck and come to rest on her lips.

Caroline's full lips are slightly parted in her sleep, with a few drops of his blood staining them. His cock twitches as he is overcome with the urge to lick the blood off. He leans down placing a soft kiss on her lips, tasting himself on her. In that brief moment, the world fades away and her lips are all that keeps him tethered to the ground. Her lips are soft like a flower in full bloom, delicate and fragile, but alive and firm. Heat spreads from his lips, as if his body is covered in gasoline, and his body is engulfed in flames. He pulls away with a gasp.

She makes a pleased "mmm" sound and snuggles into the pillows. He quickly gets up and leaves her room, he must not allow himself to give into his desires. He needs to feed.

Klaus returns to his study with a glass of bourbon after draining a human or two. He feels full and at ease, but his mind continues to drift towards the blonde vampire asleep in her bed. She is beautiful and innocent. The wolf inside wants her. Wants to claim her, corrupt her. It wants to show her all the joys of being immortal.

His cock hardens as he remembers her soft lips on his skin. Her gentle sucking, followed by her more insistent gulps. Klaus groans in frustration. He is so hard thinking about this newbie vampire, who has probably never relished in the euphoria that comes after a kill. He shouldn't be this turned on by her, but he is.

Klaus sits back in his chair and closes his eyes, imagining the perky blonde in her tight tank top and poor excuse for sleep shorts, she is most likely wearing underneath the blankets. If the circumstances were different, he would have come to her room and slowly climbed into bed with her.

She would be startled awake and look up smiling up at him. She would see the heat in his eyes and know he wanted to ravage her. His heightened senses would pick up on her arousal immediately.

As the fantasy continues in his mind, Klaus' hand slowly wanders down to the button of his jeans. He quickly undoes it and the sound of his zipper going down fills the room. He needs a release that only his hand can provide. He sighs loudly as his erection springs free, he can see the precum glistening on the tip and takes a firm hold of himself. Slowly moving up and down, allowing every part of his hand to brush the sensitive skin of his dick.

Klaus tears back the blankets and as the cool air hits Caroline's body, her nipples immediately hardened. His self-restraint snaps and he attacks her lips with his own, settling his body on hers. She instinctively wraps her long legs around him and his hardness meets with her warm center. They moan together at the delicious friction. He can almost feel her wetness through their clothes. Caroline arches her back as he begins to kiss down her neck and gasps when he rips her shirt open to take a taught rosy nipple in his mouth. Sucking it and biting it with his human teeth. The room fills with the sweet music of Caroline's breathy moans.

His sinful lips continue their fiery path down her stomach. A quiver runs through Caroline's body in anticipation. He hooks his fingers into her shorts and pulls them down, panties and all. He sits back to gaze upon her naked body, begging for his touch. Her eyes are dark with lust, with a hunger he understands very well. He smirks at her, placing a hand on each knee to spread her legs wider. Her breath hitches at his movements, and she releases a gasp as the cool air reaches her exposed core. Klaus licks his lips when he sees how slick her folds are with arousal.

He lowers his head between her legs and takes a long lick, applying extra force on her clit. She moans loudly and Klaus takes that as his cue to begin the feast. He slides his hands underneath her ass to pull her core closer to his mouth, he wants no space between his lips and hers.

Caroline is panting and her hands are gripping his curls in no time, his tongue moving in and out of her at superhuman speed, feeling the walls of her pussy contracting with every movement. His nose is at the perfect angle to rub her swollen clit and Klaus grins as she grinds herself on his face. She cries out her orgasm as his tongue flattens on her bundle of nerves. He slides his tongue to lap up all her juices and the wolf inside purrs like a kitten.

Klaus licks his lips, he can almost taste her sticky sweetness. What would he give to spend an hour between those thighs. His hand runs smoothly up and down his shaft quickening his pace, feeling every vein. He won't last long, as he thinks of Caroline's innocent mouth waiting to be filled by his cock or even better imagining how her tight little pussy would feel around him.

Caroline tastes herself on his lips as he kisses her firmly. She slides her hand down to remove his pants and grasps him, pumping her hand gently. Her hand comes away covered with precum and she smiles at him. She places the head of his cock at her entrance and he slowly pushes into her. She sighs, "There you go, sweetheart, have at it." Klaus growls at her cheeky use of his own words but is lost when she clenches around him.

His hand forms a tight circle as he jerks his hips pushing into the tightness, he can only imagine Caroline is this tight for him. His hand is slippery and inviting and the friction he creates is exquisite. Alternating between squeezes at the base of his shaft and at the head. His hand knows his body well, knows exactly which movements will push him over the edge. Just another few pumps at hybrid speed and his cock is releasing thick spurts of milky white cum. The tingling in his body slowly spreads, the waves of euphoria rolling through him. Klaus' head falls back and he moans his sweet release, Caroline's name on his lips. His body feels light, his mind lost in the sensation of physical pleasure, and he has no worries or concerns. His hand continues stroking his slowly softening cock, letting the cum dribble down his hand and pants. This is exactly what he needed.

After he cleans himself, he ventures into the the family safe, filled with priceless jewels and trinkets collected throughout the years. After a moment, he finds it, a brilliant piece of jewelry, and smiles, remembering its former owner. She was a lovely woman, strong and powerful throughout her 34 year reign.

"Catherine the Great…. Caroline the Great does have a nice ring to it," he soliloquizes with a chuckle. This was the type of birthday present she deserves.

The sunlight burns her eyes and wakes her. As she stretches, her hand flies to her neck. Her fingers meet soft, unmarked skin, as if Tyler's fangs had never punctured her flesh. She is healed and the memories of last night rush back to her. Klaus, in her room, on her bed, his words, and most importantly his blood.

On her nightstand she finds a long velvet box with a ribbon. The velvet feels soft against her fingertips as holds it. The card reads,

From Klaus