So it has officially been a year without Klaroline. We have been obsessively fan-girling for the past 365 days
So I've have decided to give fan fiction a crack and start off easy with a drabble, I am fanfiction virgin so be gentle.
As much as I love Klaus. I have so gravely disappointed that I needed to cheer myself up. So this drabble is a bit smutty!
I hope you enjoy but please, don't be too harsh and remember to review. Xxx Bek
It was supposed to be quick.
Easy, Snap.
Done and dusted
But it never was simple with her. Her life became a frantic mess, but when was not a mess?
always fawning over the idea that soon this will all be over.
Yet the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach tells her that she never wants it to end.
The hunger consumes her, feeds on her brain like a leech.
Consistently in her mind
Blood.
Drip, drop, drip.
Like a broken tap, pooling on the floor in a puddle.
The last remaining breaths, his chest heaving in and out.
This was the part where she feels the overwhelming guilt and shame of what they had done.
What he made her do.
But she doesn't.
She feels joy as his hand rests gently on her shoulder. His eyes are dark clouded with that all too familiar lust or was it blood lust?
He seems happy, proud even.
She had done it, finally found the man who had ripped her life away and then some.
Her mom would say 'darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that'
she found her laying on the kitchen floor with her heart carved from her chest.
From that moment she knew that she'd fight.
Darkness to Light.
As she stood there, in a drunken haze she look on to the man who had been responsible for the death of her mother, the poor helpless man who now would take his last breaths in peace.
But no.
No peace, just darkness.
So she pulled his heart from his chest.
As she holds the now lifeless organ between her fingertips she wonders how a small almost insufficient thing could hold some much power over her life.
Before she chucks it away.
"Sweetheart," The swift accented voice flows from behind her, surprisingly she is captivated by it the tone of voice seems to her like he is treading carefully. All these years and he is still weary about her. But then again he isn't one to share his deepest thoughts so why should she, yet with him she couldn't help herself.
"I'm fine, good. It's done" almost as if she is reassuring herself, the blank expression on her face excites him.
Her true nature.
She brought her arms around herself, squeezing tight.
"Caroline." He said again
She didn't answer.
She felt him breathe her in as he step behind her wrapping his arms loosely around her waist and her scent of vanilla and honey floating through his nostrils and down his wind pipe.
Exhale.
Nuzzling his face into her champagne locks and trailing nibbles along her earlobe sending her once cold body into an inferno. Sucking at velvety skin of shoulder, intent on making his mark.
Inhale.
Caroline swiftly turned away from the now rotting corpse and turned to look her lover in the eyes the playful glint resided in his bluey depths. Her hands ran down his neck resting on top of his necklaces, lacing her hands through them she gave a soft tug at them, encouraging a half-smirk from the hybrid.
She didn't need grief anymore, she was sick of the death around her.
She just needed him.
Exhale.
Their lips met in a bruising fashion, desperate for some of him to be a part of her. He was so strong. And she wasn't. The darkness pooled out of her as his kisses reassured her of the girl he once knew, still knows. Her moans of innocence flowed out of her delectable mouth and he kissed her worries away.
He was her rock.
There was no denying.
He pushed her to the edge, and then pulled her back when she was tumbling over.
He stopped her heart, yet kept it beating.
Their love was something else entirely.
Smashing her into the sink of a rest stop's bathroom. His mouth, his lips, his teeth and his tongue made her buzz. Her whole being was dripping with sweat as he hosted her up onto the countertop shifting her legs so he fit perfectly in between them. The was incoherent feeling that the two indulged in, minds going numb with pleasure his callous fingers ran smoothly across her collarbone ripping her shirt from her petite frame.
Niklaus was the calm, silent type when it comes to looking at her naked form, it seems he was taking in every inch, every curves of her flawless skin almost as if he was memorising it for his later art projects. Before their lips smashed against each other again, the brief separation was too long.
They were forever longing each other.
But he was possessive. Yes
She would do anything for him. Under her conditions of course.
He let out a sharp hiss as she digs her heels into his firm ass smiling at his pain. Forcing him to move irresistibly closer, She cried out and he grinned.
She wraps her legs around her waist pulling him, as long she kept moving her hips she feel that brief but incredible jolt of pleasure that shoots up all of her nerves and ends at her toes.
Caroline is teasing him, her delightful smile sat gracefully on her face and she continues to lean back against the bathroom mirror and rub herself against him.
"God, how I love you,"
Hard and fast.
They weren't into the lovey dovey crap.
They didn't make love.
They fucked.
Like animals.
She cried out his name, for more, for him not to stop. Never.
He whispered sweet nothings into her ear making her rise to the peak even faster, her nails dig into his skin drawing blood as the rich potent liquid ran down his shoulder blades.
The smell hitting her senses like a tsunami
he was hers, only hers
As she was his.
Their lips met again in an uncoordinated sloppy kiss desperate for each other, for some release.
She was on the edge
Then there is was.
Blood
She could smell it just under his skin.
Deciding to help him out, her fangs retracted as she bit hard into his neck drinking him in the best way she could.
He was shaking around her, from the intense orgasm that he was still enduring.
He pushed her away smashing her into the mirror making it crack as he study her,
Their lips met and he could taste his blood on her lips.
Thrust
"Oh"
It was the sweetest taste as he dug his fang into her tongue mixing the two flavours together.
Lips moving in sync.
Thrust
"Oh Klaus"
Cracked glass behind her back, grazing against her creamy back.
Pain.
Blood.
She wasn't foolish to think that it would be simple.
He was a psychopath, a sadistic man.
Behind those eyes is so much evil.
"I love you." She replied
She was his redemption.
But life was never easy,
Especially when you're in love with a killer.
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