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Seduction 101( T/M Ratings Change) - Summary[AU]

Caroline Forbes. People call her several things: a successful entrepreneur, a typical blonde, and a fondue addict. A few, however, have the "honor" of knowing the single characteristic that caused (and is causing) her years of agony—her kinda, sorta, wholly being a succubus. Soooo, yeah.

Good luck to her.

(slight OOCs to add a bit of humor)

Chapter 1

'Oh…'

Locks of shimmering sunlight escaped her constricted bun as she shook her bewitchingly accented face, her lush pink lips parted to a small 'O'. Suddenly feeling extremely uncomfortable, she flitted around with the edges of her sinfully tight charcoal office skirt. She shuffled her black pumps while her porcelain neck gulped in disapproval.

'…my God.'

Caroline was—as Damon would've uncouthly put it—fucked.

Realizing that the man (Should I even call him a man?) before her had been indicating to her to sit down with an irritatingly smug expression, Caroline took a quick deep breath in and fluttered her long eyelashes open. Flashing a hesitant smile as she sat herself down, Caroline only prayed he wouldn't rememb—

"Now what would you be doing here in a supposedly rapist's office, love?"

Fuck. He did.

And he happened to have a sexy British accent. Damn him.

The day before…

"If I can make it there

I can make it anywhere

It's up to you

New York, New York"

A head with sunflower-colored hair bobbed to-and-fro a sublime flat, only to pause to reflect down the brooding city lights in awe. For a moment, the figure drowned in the luminescence that she had always dreamed of witnessing ever since she first uttered the word stilettos.

She sighed for a moment. She had to get back to work.

With her phone tucked in the crook of her neck, Caroline Forbes was near the end of her repulsive furniture unpacking. Since daybreak, she had suffered dehydration, back pains, and mental agony over a few broken heels. Her once spotless, cream-colored sweater and brown tights now sported gashes of dust, cardboard box-debris, and (to Caroline's despair) unsightly tears. To top it all off, all the while she had to deal with…

"Caroline, hello? Hello? Honey? HELLO?!"

"Mom, I'm here, I'm here!" Caroline quickly shouted to her phone.

"Oh thank god, I thought you might've fainted from all that work. Are you sure you're okay without any adult supervision?"

"Thanks, but no thanks," replied the younger Forbes, "I'm perfectly capable of living by myself. We already went through this before, remember?"

"Honey, I know, but I can't help but be worried. You are… well, you know, a supernatural being and your senses are completely heightened. I just don't want you to get yourself shagged on the streets, okay?"

Caroline rolled her baby blue eyes as she strode into the kitchen, her pots in her pale, creamy hands.

"Mom, I'll be fine, okay? Plus, you always seem to forget that I have supernatural powers too. Now it's almost 7 and I know you have that weird council meeting you Mystic Fall old timers always have on Fridays. And you know I always feel awkward talking about this with you."

"Wait! Caroline I—!"

"Good bye Sheriff Forbes!"

Click.

"That woman never knows how to quit," the blonde muttered. With a large huff, she placed the last pot into the cabinet and set her phone on the counter. Expecting another large tower of cardboard boxes to wrestle down, Caroline trudged over to the living room, but her living room was surprisingly void of any packed equipment. She smiled from ear to ear and quickly thanked the heavens in relief.

"That should be it," Caroline gasped out as she plopped down on her armchair, Fondue.

Sighing in content, relief washed over her senses. Her aching muscles pleasurably released the tension that it had been harboring, earning a small moan from the female's soft lips. It had taken her the last six hours just to organize, unpack, and reorganize her belongings (mostly her clothes, though). After today's experience, Caroline never wanted to move again. Massaging her temples with her long, dainty fingers, the blonde ransacked her head for the rest of tonight's schedule. She already finished unpacking, so all she needed to do next was to sleep and eat. She frowned at the thought of the latter.

"Another night with the company of Gluttony to keep the other hunger at bay," she grumbled. And by other hunger, she means her lust.

Yes, Caroline Forbes was a succubus. And no, her mother and father were not what she was, because that would just be plain disgusting. She just mysteriously popped out of her mommy's love womb as one, and (so far) she absolutely hated it. With a terrible passion.

Apparently, the succubus transition begins at the age of eighteen and ends at the age of twenty-four, as told by Katherine. In other words, after eighteen years of being the invisible, wanna-be-popular girl in school to a hottie oozing out sex appeal, she was technically a douchebag magnet. What's even worse? The only way to ease this sexual aura and frustration on Caroline's part is that she had to have sex. Tons of sex.

Believe it or not, Caroline yearns for the physical touch of a man. She truly does. Yet somehow, she ends up with the nastiest of the already nasty men. Don't believe her? Let's take a look at exhibit A: Matthew G. Donovan.

'Oh, Matt Donovan,' Caroline mused to herself. Her cheeks flushed at the mental portrait of the boy.

He was her post-graduation summer fling and everything she wanted in her Prom Queen/Miss Mystic Falls fantasies—and who could blame her? The hunk was a vomit of adorable with his baby blue eyes and swoon-worthy dimples. Any hormone-crazed teenaged girl (which would include Caroline, herself) would fall flat to her lips just to kiss the ground that he walked on.

Yet, by the third date, she was horrified to find that he had creamed his pants after a warm hug. She knew she couldn't blame his accident. Who would after witnessing his beet red face and his small squeak, "Excuse me", while grasping both hands to hide his crotch before huddling towards the lavatories. Still, the feeling of the splurt was... Caroline could only shudder. Clearly, that didn't end so well.

And, as time went by, it wasn't a surprise to her that things continued failed to brighten up in Caroline's sexual life. Why? Exhibit B's why.

Tyler Lockwood.

Tyler Lockwood was that possessive first college boyfriend. He basically followed all of her classes to the point of stalking. He knew all of her frequented places and started to use the same girly shampoos she always bought at that time. He even forged himself a key to her girls' dormitories and stole her toothbrush. Not underwear, ladies, toothbrush. Luckily (well for Caroline), her dorm head caught him doing the deed by himself with the said toothbrush in his mouth, and, needless to say, he was reported to the authorities with a broken nose. Caroline actually thinks that the reason her dorm head became a lesbian a year after was because of that incident.

There were many other cases to follow suit, but Caroline felt her stomach churn at each memory and stopped herself from going any further. It wasn't until she met Bonnie, a Bennett witch, a year later that she got a charm necklace that suppressed the sexual aura pouring out of her body. It wasn't easy to convince the witch, but it was totally worth it. It both fascinated and infuriated Caroline that a few words ended much of the horrifying experiences that she had endured for years. To this day, Caroline still shows her thanks to Bonnie.

The only problem she had though, was that the little charm did little to ease her own sexual anxieties. Bonnie did recommend the succubus a good adult store near her college campus. Let's just say that Caroline soon became quick acquaintances with Katherine, a few centuries-old vampire who owned the shop.

Still, even with her sexual aura toned down, after her horrible experiences with men—even the supernatural-ones, which is surprising because she supposedly couldn't affect them—Caroline couldn't find herself to… well, fuck a guy. Sure, she had these uncontrollable sexual hormones every night that grew stronger as each year passed, and sure, she'd always feel unsatisfied with only her fingers, but a part of her was still the old, insecure virgin from Mystic Falls.

There was no magical charm to change that (well, maybe, but you get the point).

Plus, the guys she met were all disgusting sleaze balls.

"New York, New York

I want to wake up in that city

That never sleeps

And find myself I'm the king—"

Caroline heaved a small sigh and propped her refined arms on her knees before turning off her stereo. Her shoulders shifted from one to the other as she contemplated her next move.

First, she really needed something to eat.

Grabbing her cell, coat and hello-kitty keys, Caroline headed outside her expensive apartment to do some grocery shopping.

"I need some fresh air anyways," she muttered.

Humming a cheery tune, Caroline swayed her plastic bags in complete elation. Swept away were her previous irritability and frustration. An extra hop added to her steps as she almost neared her apartment complex.

She saw no signs of male life all night.

Did she also mention that the nearby grocery store owner was an absolutely adorable Asian grandma?

'This. Place. Is. Heaven,' thought Caroline with a smug grin that lifted her dusted-pink cheeks.

Not that she was being conceited or anything, but it's hard to not be surprised after going through the same routine of men hitting on her the streets for five years. Once, on her way home, a couple of guys had broken her newly bought Gucci fondue kit—do not even ask how she managed to find that gem—which prompted in her using some of her bad-ass supernatural strength. In other words, she kicked their sorry butts all the way to China, but let's not stray into the darker past times of her history.

Suddenly the alluring blonde stopped her tracks when she heard an exasperated yell about a few yards away. Curious, something inside her juvenile supernatural-self told her she should follow the noise. With a pivot, Caroline promptly walked to the direction of the noise.

Now, normally her instincts were not to be trusted, but Caroline always seemed to forget that.

It wasn't long before succubus spotted a blonde man and woman struggling with each other. Quickly, she hastened her pace as she tried to pick up some words.

"Nik! I do not want … you!"

As hearing was not a trait the succubus seemed to covet in sexual hunting, Caroline was puzzled as she tried to put two-and-two together.

"Want his what?" she questioned herself, cocking her head to the side. Abruptly, Caroline jerked her petite head up with a slight virgin blush, causing her golden locks to frazzle a bit.

"C-Could it be….?"

Caroline stopped her long legs to a halt when the man had started to talk again.

"You will go on … me… swear I'll never let you see… again."

"On him?!" shrieked the clearly clueless blonde. Her soft features contorted from the appalling thought. By now, Caroline was hastily treading on the gray cement, heels clicking with ferocity while she grabbed a couple of thick purple radishes from her grocery bag. Her eyebrows furrowed together, and she pursed her lips. She would seek to it that this man would lose his masculinity tonight. No exceptions.

'How dare he threaten a lady for…. for sex?! Now this is personal.'

Deciding to initiate a surprise frontal attack, Caroline crept silently behind the draft brick wall, this time able to hear their conversation clear as day.

"Rebekah, do not force me to drag you—"

"Don't tell me what to do you vile, dictating scoundrel!"

"I will dagger you if you say another word!"

Unable to take any more of his crude, coarse words (although not nearly as coarse as Damon's because that man was just plain asshole), Caroline strutted out of her hiding position and formed a pose that had an uncanny resemblance to that of Sailor Moon.

"Let her go, you dirty rapist!"

The pair both froze in their actions. They seemed surprised by her intrusion and confused as to why she was holding a few pairs of radishes in her hands and two huge grocery bags on the other.

Caroline herself was taken aback by their good looks. Hell, if Caroline was lesbian, she would've also given a few catcalls to the woman in front of her. And don't even get her started on the supposed 'female anatomy violator'

Pleasure coursed through her body, a warm heat radiating from her lower abdomen as her glossy eyes raked over the tight gray v-neck that only accentuated his supple muscles. Her azure eyes flashed at the potential 'dinner', while the short stubble on his face only urged her lusty needs. His blue-green eyes piercing into her silhouette made her shiver in excitement, her breaths short and subtle.

She inwardly groaned. Her instincts didn't want her to save the woman, they wanted her to jump this man! This is exactly why she hated being a sex-demon. She, a sexual predator, was lusting after another sexual predator for Christ's sake! (Although she didn't really mind him preying on her while he ran his calloused hands across her sto—NO, Caroline, just NO!)

However, before any of them could even come to any conclusion—including Caroline, herself—the succubus already chucked the radishes in a speed that would have broken a human's nose with ease at the male's face. Looks were just another factor when it came to justice (but she had to admit, she winced when she realized that she already released her vegetable weapon in the air).

As the man struggled to pick himself up, either from the shock of being knocked down by a few radishes or from being called a rapist, Caroline used this time to quickly grab the girl and run as fast as her supernatural speed could take her.

After a few seconds, Caroline stopped next to a brick wall, heaving from the long distance run. She then noticed that the blonde female next to her was clearly freaking out, gawking as Caroline waved her hand in front of her face.

'Maybe the super speed was a bit too much...'

After a few awkward moments with Caroline standing there silently, contemplating on whether she should just compel the female to forget already, the girl finally talked (albeit she started stuttering first).

"I-I can't believe you just did that," squawked out the female, a statement that was mostly directed to herself.

Caroline, smug from her heroic deeds, smirked as she tossed her grocery bag over her shoulder.

"Of course! I just saved your attractive ass from an el pollo loco rapist boyfriend and took you on a super speed ride. No need for the over flowing praise."

There was an absolute silence. The straight-haired blonde merely froze for a couple of moments in her tight, maroon-colored dress before straight-out guffawing. Now, Caroline always believed that no one could "guffaw". I mean, the word sounded like a noise a chicken would make as a mating call. But, clearly, she was proven wrong when the female before was near hysterics as she grabbed stomach for support.

Puzzled, the blonde vigilante stared incredulously at the woman.

"You… just... threw radishes… at my brother!" Rebekah, the name that the man had called her in the previous conversation, gasped out. Her seemingly matchless pin-straight hair was now a bit scraggy from the constant head-throw backs.

Caroline grinned cheekily as she said, "I know, it was pretty awe—"

Suddenly, she froze while Rebekah stood shaking from laughter in the sidelines. The gap of her mouth continued to grow when she let the girl's previous statement sink in. She downed a big gulp of air before regaining her sense of speech.

"Wait… brother?"

The woman next to her just nodded while giving her an annoying, haughty smile, much to Caroline's displeasure. Mouth hanging open and crystalline blue eyes bulging, Caroline could only manage to choke out one word:

Fuck.

So there you go. Now she's here. With him. In his office. Alone.

Well, technically she didn't really come instantaneously after Rebekah spilled the beans. In fact, she had to sleep another restless night to come to the conclusion that she was: (1) most definitely going to meet her new "double Katherine" friend's hot brother, (2) stalk up to his room face-to-face, and (3) admirably put up a brave front, owing him a well-deserved apology.

Not really.

Her actual original plan was that she was to drop a basket of fruit, topped with a few "Get well" cards, to the front desk of his building's first floor. Then, promptly after, she'd stylishly run the hell out of there like Godzilla was terrorizing New York City once more, praying that she'd never meet his sexy face again.

Not one of her most luxurious plans, but still seemingly foolproof.

That is, until, Rebekah Turdface Mikaelson had to be there first at the front desk. She basically waited for her like a lioness stalking its prey, claiming that Caroline was the most interesting specimen she'd seen in centuries. Then, moments later, she'd dragged her to the elevator with her abnormal Original Vampire powers all the way to the top floor: her brother's office. If Rebekah truly wanted the succubus alive to satiate her "dreary, blood-sucking life", the vampire should've let her go and have her never meet the big brother Mikaelson again.

But, alas, fate truly despised her.

And now here she was, standing in front of the glorious man himself as we speak with his nasty alluring British voice and his disgusting red kissable lips. It's revolting, really, to witness how much a man could be more than perfect in physical appearances.

To top it off, his office itself was criminal. Floor-to-ceiling windows arranged a paradisaical view, and the furniture all had a neutral balanced color scheme. There was an open-door connecting to what seemed like a very expensive kitchen, and two other closed-doors on each side of the room. In the middle stood a gargantuan auburn desk with files neatly stacked on one side and a huge platinum desktop screen on the other. Intricate designs and abstract paintings hung on the walls gave the interior a dash of a modernized perspective. If Caroline wasn't so hung up on that aggravating smirk of his, she would've totally gone all boggle-eyed on it.

Feeling greatly inferior in front of the man on the big, black chair while she sat on an itty-bitty plastic one, Caroline attempted to tilt her distinctive chin up with pride, facing his succulent stare right on with the outrageously huge fruit basket on her lap. The man just raised an eyebrow, amused.

"I came here to apologize," snapped Caroline. His arrogant aura ticked her off, causing her to completely forget that she was the one who broke his nose. Even if he still had those freaky healing abilities, it probably still hurt. Like, a lot.

His silence merely urged her to go on.

Rubbing her full buttocks on the chair out of discomfort (which the man stole a quick glance at before returning his predator-like gaze upon her), Caroline cleared her throat, rosy lips frowning in disapproval.

"I was wrong to have labeled you as a sexual predator, Mr. Niklaus Mikaelson," the blonde slowly said as she read the name from the bulky plaque on his desk.

"Klaus, please sweetheart, call me Klaus."

This time, it was Caroline's turn to raise an eyebrow as "Klaus" smirked.

"Or Nik is fine as well," he added with a much outstretched grin, exposing his adorable dimples. The succubus scrunched up her face and let out an exasperated sigh, gaining a puzzling glance from the man in front of her.

'Seriously? First a British accent, and now dimples?! And why was he even smiling? Is he a creep or some sort? After all, I basically broke his nose, jeebus! Or maybe he could be on anti-depressants. One can never know with rich business men...'

Feeling that the conversation was getting off topic (well, inside her head it was), Caroline glared sapphire daggers at the man before continuing her wanton speech.

"Like I was saying, Mr. Mikaelson, I am just here to apologize for breaking your nose and calling you a rapist. And, now, interrupting your work. Considering both our predicaments, I should be leaving now. As you can see through my attire, I have an appointment to catch."

Just as Caroline slammed the fruit basket on his mahogany desk (*cough*that she would so like to make love on, with him over her, right there and right now*cough*) and turned to leave, he was in front of her in a flash. The succubus stumbled backwards in surprise.

"And where do you think you're going, love? I hardly got your name."

His hand tucked in a stray blonde curl behind her ear, stilling for a moment when his skin got in contact with hers before pulling away, leaving Caroline frozen in shock and, unfortunately, pleasure.

'Remember Caroline,' the girl thought to herself, 'Dildos before man-hoes'

Ignoring her heavy arousal, the blonde succubus shoved the man away with the strength of a gorilla and stalked towards the door. However, she took no further than two steps before bumping her plush body against his rock hard physique.

Growling in frustration, Caroline stomped down her pumps, her fists whitening as they gripped in vexation.

"I already told you that I have somewhere to go! What else do you want from me?!"

Queue the uncomfortable silence. Instead of an irritated glare that she had expected since the moment she walked into the room, he gave her an aloof gaze as his hands folded around his broad chest. His pristine suit shifted in response, his whole entity screaming arrogance.

He then said with definite purpose, "I want to know your name, little succubus."

Eyes widening, Caroline cocked her head to the side, sunny curls curtaining over her shoulders.

"So Rebekah told him, that little—," she murmured.

"And no, Rebekah did not tell me anything. Unfortunately, love, I hadn't even known you were coming," he interrupted, receiving a wary glance from the curvaceous blonde. He shifted his weight on the balls of his feet, his voice spilling out like warm, melted honey integrated with chilled whipped cream.

"In fact, I figured out something was different about you the moment we first met," Caroline winced at the memory, "I only heard it from the ancient grimoires, but your scent truly is tantalizing," he murmured while he slowly closed the distance between them. He heard the sharp intake of breath from the female in front of him as her lavish pink lips opened slightly, ready for the taking.

"I want you, Miss Succubus. You interest me."

Panicking at the close proximity and her rising arousal, Caroline was filled with overflowing thoughts, her mind now blown to full hyperventilating. His muscular scent, sharp jaw line, and chiseled body structure clouded and tormented her senses. Every bone in her body exhorted her to crash her ready lips on his and roam her feather-light fingers through his irresistible curls. To take off that charcoal-colored suit that caressed his body in all the ways she wanted to. To devour his sexual urges and fill the room with their harmonized moans.

Caroline could feel the tension between them quickly escalate with the temperature inside the room. She had to do something, or she'll lose the thing that she's been treasuring since her first signs of transition. If the world would end right now, she'd be satisfied. Charlie Sheen could even come out singing his auto-tuned "Winning" song and she'd be fine. Hell, she'd pop out some of her ghetto moves and dance her way out of here if that did managed to gloriously happen.

She just needed to get away before she did something she'd regret.

Klaus, on the other hand, seemed thoroughly content with this entanglement. Glazed turquoise eyes raked over her form. The vampire was clearly curious of this new spit-fire specimen he discovered. It was strange how instead of craving the desire to writhe his cold-steel hands around her feeble neck and thrive in his blood lust, he wanted to poke her and watch her squirm in that scandalous, constricting white blouse of hers. There was something about her that amused him greatly, from the moment the young succubus had interrupted the business date he had proposed to Rebekah and knocked the living day lights out of him. He should be maddened (enraged, really) at the degrading stunt she pulled, but he couldn't find any amusement in doing so. He wanted to rouse the vivacious soul within her, provoke her adamantly naive views of the world. He derived to mold and assay her to her full potential, both physically and mentally as they would spend weeks locked up in his room whilst he ventured her reactions that were sure to catch him unawares.

He wanted her.

But before he could even manage to graze a touch on her delectable collar bones, her melodic voice stuttered, cracked, and pierced through the brisk silence with great urgency.

"G-Gonorrhea! I have gonorrhea!"

Klaus blinked his eyes, wide in surprise.

Caroline gulped.

Cue the mental face palm.

Author's Note

Okay, I hadn't edited it yet, but I needed to upload it... Like, right now.

I hope it's okay... I'm kinda nervous. It didn't go out the way I liked it to be, I think.

PLEASE tell me what you think. I am seriously second-guessing ongoing this story. Hmm... I just.

MEH.

Anyways, Reviews are ALWAYS welcome. There might be a few grammar mistakes, but I tried to make as little to none as possible! Love you MUAH!

EDIT: So I finally edited. After a year. He….hehe. Sorry to disappoint if you thought this was a new chapter...

More importantly, sorry about the wait! I finally took a look at this story and the amount of love it garnered blew me away! After all, this was made on a spur of a moment. Thank you for the insane amount of interest!

I'm currently working on a lot of school stuff, so I can't assure weekly updates, but I'll definitely try.

Chapter 2 is currently on my to-do-list! I'll try to post in a week. Cheers!

xoxo cb

p.s! Just started doing tumblr again, but I lost a lot of amazing people to follow. I'm following a lot of people right now, so if you post TVD (preferably klaroline), and are just a girly dork, I daresay, I just might be a blog for you! haha hit me up at bootiehoes . tumblr . com !