Author's Note:
So this takes place after prom, immediately after Tyler leaves Caroline, again. Please review, I'd love love love to hear what you have to say!
Caroline lowered herself down to the arm of the couch and watched Tyler leave her alone, again. He was running from Klaus, running for his life. She couldn't help but get upset, he'd been running forever! What was so different about now? He'd go away, save his own life, and leave her alone. She'd had to protect herself, like she'd always done. He would never choose to stay, choose her life over his. No one ever chose her.
Caroline sighed, and slumped farther down on the couch. She paid no mind that she was in a beautiful gown, probably priceless. Her shoulders slumped, and she allowed herself to feel defeated for just one second. She was allowed one moment to herself, right? Everyone else had their own shit going on, and she was left in the dust. Shaking her head, Caroline tried to rid herself of the thoughts crowding her brain, but she couldn't do it anymore. Tyler was leaving her, again, and she vowed it was for the last time.
Sure, she loved him and she didn't want to see him hurt or killed, but at what personal cost? While he left and did God knows what, she had to stay in this hell-town and clean up everyone else's mess. Did she even love him anymore, like really love him? It seemed their relationship had continued because it was easier that way. Who wants to break up with someone when at any moment, they could die? They lived their life in constant fear, with him coming and going, and it was hard to have a serious relationship talk when she was simply glad he was alive.
Caroline wasn't in love with Tyler anymore.
She couldn't live her life with him walking in and out of it, she had to move on. Caroline thought she'd feel a sense of peace, or even acceptance, with her revelation but all she felt was sadness. Tyler was her friend first, and helped her through countless trials, and she loved him, but would he understand that it wasn't enough for her anymore? Well, maybe I won't have to explain it to him, cause he's gone and never coming back, she thought.
Picking herself up off the couch, she heard voices outside on the porch. The prom after-party wasn't set to start for another couple hours or so, and Caroline absolutely hated it when people arrived early, it was rude. Marching down the hallway, not using her vamp speed because she needed time to control her mad, she wrenched open the door only to be greeted by an annoying, too good-looking for his own good, original hybrid.
"What do you want?" She scoffed, turning on her heel and sauntering away.
Klaus simply stood and stared. He never got used to it, the way she could cause his breath to hitch each time he looked at her. It infuriated him that she had such power over him, and she used it. That was his dress that fitted perfectly to her supple curves and accentuated her beauty perfectly. It was for her that he didn't rip out Tyler's heart at every opportunity, and why he just let him scurry off like a wounded dog. He did all he could for her, and yet here she was walking away from him. If he didn't care so much for her, he would kill her.
"Stop walking away, love. You know I can't come in after you, I just want to speak with you."
With that, Caroline spun around to face him again. She hadn't gotten far, for she was still curious on why he was there and wanted him to stop her.
"At the risk of sounding ridiculous, I'll repeat myself: what do you want, Klaus?"
"How was your oh-so-anticipated prom night? Was it everything you could have ever hoped for?" He asked with a sneer.
"Seriously, that's what you wanted to talk about?" Caroline was getting riled, as he knew she would. "Why don't we talk about something else? Like how you ran my boyfriend out of town, threatened his life, and refuse to let him come home?" She strode towards him, stopping just at the threshold of the door. Their faces were close, too close for Caroline's comfort but she refused to back down.
"When will you stop using me as your whipping boy, Caroline?" Klaus's eyes sharpened with rage. She was the only one who dared speak to him that way, but that didn't mean he was used to it.
"Excuse me?" Unbelievable, Caroline thought.
"You heard me, love. Don't you get tired of taking all your frustration out on me? Wouldn't it serve a better purpose if you lost your temper with someone that actually deserves it?"
"Woah, hold up. Is this the same hybrid that killed Tyler's mom, who tried to kill Elena multiple times, who has kept his family in boxes for centuries? You're telling me you don't deserve the way I treat you?"
"Yes, love, I've done terrible things. I don't pretend otherwise. As you so told me, I am a terrible person. I can't be fixed. But you, you're not terrible at all. Of course not, you've just recently murdered 12 witches. Nothing serious." The sarcasm dripped from Klaus's tongue, meant to wound Caroline. He wanted to hurt her for the way she treated him, for the way she made him feel.
No matter how much progress he thought they had made, they always ended up hurting each other. After she had helped him, when he believed Silas stabbed him with the white oak stake, Klaus thought they had reached some truce. He thought they were friends, even though they both knew he wanted so much more.
"I saved my friend. You were just going to let her die. You don't give a damn about me, because if you did, you would have known how much she means to me. If you cared about me, you would let Tyler come home, and you wouldn't hurt us anymore!" By the end, Caroline was screaming and stabbing her fingers in the air towards Klaus, trying to make him understand.
When her hand crossed the barrier, Klaus sprang into action. He grabbed her wrist, pulled her onto the porch, and slammed her against the outside wall, all in one swift motion.
He pinned her wrists with his hands, and positioned them above her head. Klaus was distracted by the feel of her body against his, but chose to ignore it. He couldn't let his mind fill with the scent of her, couldn't let his senses dull with lust. He looked into her eyes, and was surprised to find her staring daggers at him.
There was no fear, only pure fury. He was the most powerful supernatural being on the planet, and she was pissed at him. He had ripped out the hearts of his enemies that looked at him sideways, and he was almost brought to his knees by a baby vampire who didn't even have the good sense to be frightened by him. It was exasperating, and incredibly sexy. He shook his head to rid himself of his rampant thoughts.
"Do not pretend to know me, Caroline. I may have expressed fondness for you in the past, but that can only extend so far. As of late, my fondness seems to have been stretched quite thin. Let's not forget whose dress you are wearing, love. And in case you have forgotten, I have not killed you're dear, sweet boyfriend, when I have had ample opportunity to. So it is my suggestion that you not push me further, or you will soon realize how I treat everyone else that isn't you."
With each word, Caroline seemed to grow more and more agitated. Klaus felt the pulse in her wrists leap under his hands, and her breathing grew heavy. When she started to squirm, he pressed his body into hers, so from thigh to chest, they were connected. Klaus felt her softness give into his hardened frame, and gritted his teeth from arousal. It was too much; he could feel her breath on his face, her petal soft skin under his palms, and her heaving chest against his. He refused to give into his lust, choosing instead to focus on his rage. She defied him at every opportunity, ignored all of the things he has done for her. What right did she have to push him this way?
Caroline couldn't help but writhe under Klaus's gaze. Their eyes were locked, his penetrating stare causing her knees to buckle. They'd never been this close before, never been as intimately entwined. Her mind fought with her body, trying desperately to pay no attention to the heat gathering in the pit of her stomach. She was furious, enraged, and ridiculously turned on. It was an annoying combination, because she couldn't decide whether to kiss him or kill him.
"Let go of me," she whispered through gritted teeth.
"Make me," he challenged, his face moving even closer towards hers.
Klaus made a mistake. He should never have gotten this close to her; she was clouding his senses, her scent surrounding him. He saw her gaze drop down to his lips, and when she met his eyes again, he exhaled a shaky breath. He expected her eyes to be hazy; confused by what she was feeling, but it was the opposite. Her gaze was sharp, she knew exactly what she wanted, but was terrified to admit it. For a moment, he thought of taking away her choice. Just kiss her, he thought, but quickly realized that it had to be her decision. She had pushed him away for so long, it needed to be her that came to him.
Slowly, he peeled himself off of her and took two steps away. Caroline stayed where she was, slumped against the wall as if she was having trouble standing. She looked around as though she wasn't sure where she was, but when her stare fell on him, she seemed to find a source of energy, for her body stood ramrod straight.
Caroline stormed up to where Klaus was standing just a few feet away, and stood toe to toe with the original hybrid.
"Fuck you," she condemned.
"Is that an offer, love?" he smirked.
Was this it? Were they destined to hurt each other whenever they got close to a moment of happiness? It was a sick cycle: Caroline didn't want to admit her feelings for him, and Klaus was sure they existed, so she lashed out with vicious verbal attacks. Her words hurt him more than he can ever show, so he plays right into her hand and responds with disgusting, evil words. It happened at the decade dance, when he bit her in the Gilbert living room and almost let her die, after she had killed those 12 witches, it seemed to be their 'thing.'
"I want you to go away; I can't even look at you anymore. I was right; you can't be fixed, because you don't want to be."
"Who are you angrier at, love, me for pushing you up against that wall, or yourself for liking it?" Klaus refused to back down. She was fighting her feelings for him, and he vowed tonight she would lose that fight. He wouldn't let her push him away; everything was coming to a head tonight. He only had about twelve hours before he left for New Orleans, and he was determined to squeeze as much out of Caroline as he could. He wanted to leave with something he didn't have before, the affection of this bright, beautiful baby vampire.
"You disgust me, Klaus," she stated, backing him up so he was leaning against the porch railing.
"Show me," he replied, moving so close Caroline had to look up to maintain eye contact. "Show me how much I disgust you. That's what this is about, isn't it? You're disgusted that you even think about me, with all of the horrible things I've done. And you just let push you up against a wall, and I felt your body beneath mine, and you liked it. I disgust you almost as much as you disgust yourself." His words dripped venom, and slid under Caroline's skin like a snake.
Before he could form a reaction, Klaus's arms were full of blonde beauty, with her mouth fully secured to his. He stiffened in a moment of shock, but soon the feel of her lips pressed against his was the only thing that mattered.
Her lips opened and accepted his kiss hungrily, when she knew she should have been pushing him away. Her hands fisted in the front of his shirt, while her eyes drifted closed. Klaus watched as she slowly sunk into the feel of him, and he allowed himself to sink just as deep.
His rough hands ran down her body, stopping at her waist to wrap around and mold her body to his. One hand traveled up and was lost in her hair, holding her face to his. Caroline's arms snaked up and wrapped around his neck, one hand fisting in his golden curls.
Their kiss wasn't gentle, it wasn't tame. All the passion and tension that they had felt building and building, just waiting for a moment to be let loose, exploded in their embrace.
Caroline couldn't help the moan that escaped her mouth when she was spun around and found her back against the porch pillar. His hands fisted in her hair and brought her gaze up to his, locking their eyes for just a second, before they sank back into the kiss.
Klaus was drowning, losing himself in her taste, but couldn't find the will to care. If this was how he was to die, with the taste of Caroline Forbes on his tongue, then he would welcome death as the most beautiful thing to ever happen to him.
The heady combination of her unique taste, the scent of her arousal, and the feel of her body encased in his dress, was getting him drunk. He could feel his knees go weak when her mouth trailed kisses down his face and her head was tucked in the crook of his neck. He felt her sweet, warm tongue peek out to taste, and he groaned as the beast in him took over.
Caroline was hoisted up by Klaus's supernatural strength, and she looked down on him with her heart in her eyes. Never before had she felt this raw, animalistic lust towards another being. She desperately wished she could wrap her legs around him, and feel his hard length pressed in between her legs. Just the thought made her inner thighs quiver with need. But unfortunately, she was still in her prom dress, and it was not made for spreading her legs for an original hybrid.
As he began to walk her towards the front door, Caroline had a moment, a single moment, of uncertainty. But when she lowered her face, and gently touched her lips with his, all doubts fled.
As Klaus attempted to cross the threshold, they were both thrown back onto the porch by the barrier, with Caroline dropping from his hold.
"What the –"
"You're still not allowed in," Caroline interrupted.
Klaus looked over to her, and felt the familiar hitch in his breathing. Her hair was mussed, tendrils escaping her intricate braid, and her lips were slightly swollen from his demanding kisses. As he watched, her vampire healing soon repaired the damage to her lips, much to his dismay.
An awkwardness settled in, where they both didn't know how to interact with the other. Just a few minutes ago they were screaming at one another, and then they were practically tearing off their clothes.
This was normal for Klaus, he battled with the decision to throttle her or hold her on a daily basis. But he didn't know how Caroline felt, and he was actually nervous to find out.
"I'm leaving," he blurted out.
"What?" Caroline's head was spinning. She had barely wrapped her mind around her attraction for Klaus, and then she goes and makes a stupid decision by throwing herself at him, and now he's leaving?
"Come with me." Even Klaus was surprised by his request. He wanted to show her the world and introduce her to her potential as a vampire, but he realized she wasn't ready yet. She wasn't ready for the life he could provide her. But now that he had one taste, he needed more. He couldn't leave her here alone, when Tyler could come back at any minute and remind her of how much she loves him.
"Klaus, I …"
She was interrupted by groups of people arriving at the house, and Caroline cursed herself for forgetting about the after-party. She wasn't even changed into her after-party dress.
When she turned back to Klaus, he was gone.
For a few moments, Caroline simply stood on the porch and watched as high schoolers walked past her.
She stood on the porch where she just kissed Niklaus Mikaelson: vampire, werewolf, murderer, torturer, glorious kisser.