Hello again!
This is a one-shot that I needed to get out of my head before continuing with my current fic "National Pride", it's slightly angsty and pretty dark and be gentle with me, this is my first attempt at a lemon so don't be to harsh.
Let me know what you think, if you like it I can make it a two-shot, possibly a three shot :)
Love you all!
-L:)
"La Rose" was the number one gentlemans-club in the city, the clientel was exclusive and the girls were exquisit. The clubs one big mantra was respecting the clients privacy, keeping their best interest at heart and staying subtle.
The walls were a dark shade of mahogany, the lights dimmed and candles flickered around the room, creating a sensual atmosphere that immediately put the clients at ease. Smiling girls with low-cut knee length black dresses walked about the room with trays of drinks, occasionally disappearing with a client or sitting down for a nice intimate conversation.
The music was slow and consisted of voices like Adele and Lana Del Ray, deep and sensual, erotic and relaxing, and every girls hip swayed seductively as they moved about the room. Caroline had been one of those girls not to long ago, she still remembered the moves and feels that accompanied it.
She was a small town girl from Virginia with her entire life planned ahead of her. She was going to attend college, get a degree in journalism maybe, than she'd travel the world for a while before she'd come back home to settle down and have a family to herself. Get a job at the local news station, find a good man to marry and buy a nice house with a white picket fence before having a couple of kids and maybe a dog, it had seemed like the perfect life for her back then.
Things had changed and so had she and her life hadn't turned out at all like she planned, it seemed fate had other plans for her.
Her wedding-band glimmered in the light from the flickering candle on the middle of the table in the private booth she was occupying, her finger trailing up and down the rim of her wine glass.
She was wearing a red open-back low plunge dress that reached her mid-thighs, a diamond bracelet around her wrist and black stillettos that elongated her already long legs.
He was dancing with a pretty brunette, whispering something in her ear that made her smile intimately before twirling her around and pulling her back into his arms, his hands sliding down to rest on the small of her back. Caroline was used to it by now, this wasn't the first time he'd flirted with someone else in front of her and it wouldn't be the last, but she'd learned not to comment on it, it was pointless anyway.
She locked eyes with Tyler across the room where he stood by the door in his dark suit, arms folded and expressionless. Tyler was one of his men, he had been assigned to her personal security detail after it was clear she was to become a permanent fixture in Klaus life and one fateful night six months ago when she'd discovered her husbands second affair she'd turned to him for comfort and they'd continued they're affair since then. They were discreet of course, if Klaus found out, one or both of them would end up in the Hudson river as food for the fishes and they both knew it.
Finishing her glass of wine she stepped out of the booth and walked through the club, avoiding her husband and his newest plaything as she headed for the door.
"I'd like to go home now," she told the men assigned with her protection and Stefan locked eyes with Tyler before he nodded and held open the door for her, Tyler walking out first and she was right behind him, Stefan following her trail.
Once they got to the car Tyler rounded to the driversside and before she could get in, Stefan grabbed her elbow gently and pulled her aside to have a private word at her, he was the only other person who knew about the affair.
"You need to be careful Caroline, he's getting suspicious" he warned her quietly and she pursed her lips in dislike.
"He doesn't pay enough attention to be suspicious" she countered before pulling away from him and sliding into the back of the car, turning her head to look out the window as the black Rolls Royce pulled away from the curb.
She was resting on the bed with a book when he came home three hours later, her hair was still moist for her shower and her silk night gown curled around her thighs, she didn't even look at him as he stepped into the room.
The bed dipped on his side and he sat with his back to her, shoulders tense and she glanced at him over the top of her book, his jaw rigid and his hands laying loosely across his lap he was holding something she couldn't quite see. It was then she noticed the blood on his collar and his jaw, marking the page she put the book down and turned on her side to expect him further.
He must have sensed her eyes on him because he turned to look at her, his eyes hard and she noticed he had a split lip, had he gotten in a fight?
"How long?" he finally uttered and the steely calm in his voice suddenly had her whole body on alert.
"How long what?" she asked clearing her voice and his jaw tightened more if possible.
"You and Lockwood, how long?" she could feel herself falling pale, her stomach dropping and her hands involuntarily balled into tight fists around the sheets. The way he said it, with such certainty, there was no point in lying to him, he already knew and her only option was to tell the truth.
"Six months" she admitted quietly and he nodded sharply before he stood up.
"Do you love him?" she swallowed and looked away from him. No, she didn't love Tyler, he was a means to an end and nothing more. He was there when she needed comfort and she took it.
"No," she told him truthfully and turned back to look at him, conveying the truth with her eyes.
"Then you won't miss him" he stated with finality and she finally realized what he was holding in his hand, it was a heart. A human heart and she had one guess to who it belonged to.
Dropping the heart to the floor unceremoniously he left her there and walked into the bathroom, her eyes remained on the discarded heart and she knew she should feel bad about Tylers death but she didn't, she was just relieved it wasn't her heart lying on the floor. Maybe it would be, but for now she was still alive and that discarded heart took her back to a time two years ago.
She had just moved in with him and Rebekah, her now sister-in-law had taken her out dancing one night, Klaus men had tagged along to keep an eye on them by his orders. As the night progressed a guy had hit on her, she seemed to recall his name was Ethan, he was a handsome guy that reminded her of her childhood friend Matt.
During the night he'd danced with her, his hands resting on her hips, his lips whispering sweet nothings in her ear and she'd smiled and played along for a brief time, she was taken but every girl like a little extra attention once in a while.
The next morning his face had been splayed out on every news channel and on the front page of every newspaper, he'd been found in the hudson river early that morning. His hands were chopped off, his eyes removed and his lips shewn shut. The police had considered it to be an act to cover his identity but she knew better. His hands were taken because they'd touched her, his eyes removed because he'd watched her and his mouth sewn shut because hid whispered in her ear, things no one but Klaus was allowed to do and she'd taken the warning then and realized it now.
He had removed Tylers heart under the impression that he had stolen hers, but he was wrong, Tyler had never come close to doing that.
The door to the bathroom opened and Klaus stepped out with sweats hanging low on his hips, drops still running down his chest from his shower and his hair ruffled from running a towel through it.
"It belongs to you" she told him quietly and he looked up at her, folding his arms and adopting a casual stance as he leaned back against the doorframe.
"My heart," she explained and straightened up, curling her legs beneath her.
"It will always belong to you." and it was true, it didn't matter what he did or how much he hurt her, some things would never change and her love for him was one of those things.
He flicked off the bathroom lights before he pushed away from the bed and stalked towards her, she swallowed as he placed his hands on the edge of the bed and leaned towards her, lifting one hand to rub a strand of her hair between his fingertips. He let go of it and trailed his hand down her neck, wrapping it around her throat in a gentle yet unbreakable grip and rubbing his thumb against her chin.
"Cheat on me again and it will be your heart on the floor" he said deceptively soft and she closed her eyes, he tilted her chin back and then she felt his lips on her, tender at first and then it became rougher and his tongue against her bottom lip demanded entrance and she willingly gave it to him.
He lowered her down onto the bed and released her throat, his skilful fingers moving to push the straps of her nightgown down her shoulders, and she let him. He pulled the silk fabric down her body and dropped it to the floor where it landed on top of the heart, the white material turning red as it was soaked with blood.
His hands roamed over her naked form. Down the sides of her body, over her breasts, on the inside of her thighs, his touch leaving a burning sensation whereever his fingers brushed over her sensitive skin.
Kicking off his sweats he intertwined their hands and pinned them above her head as he positioned himself at her entrance, his kisses were bruising, his teeth nipping at her neck causing her to whimper in a mix of pain and pleasure. He made sure her eyes were open and locked with his before he pushed into her, painfully slow until he'd filled her completely and she moaned at the sensation. Pulling out he slammed back into her with such force it moved them up the bed and she gasped his name, knowing this was his intention all along.
To him this had nothing to do about making love to his wife, no this was about marking her, branding her as his, making her aware of who exactly she belonged to. He kept up his punishing rythm, her fingers stretching out as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist as her orgasm hit her and she called out his name, he followed soon after and collapsed on top of her.
They lay there in the dimly lit bedroom of their home, the only sound the one of their heavy breaths. He released her hands after what could have been hours and she ran a hand through his hair as his breath fanned out over her chest and he lay listening to her heart as it beat inside her chest.
Her heart lay next to her body on cold concrete floor of the Brooklyn warehouse. Her eyes were wide open, blood trickling down the corner of her mouth and the blood pippling out from the gaping hole in her chest stained her black dress.
A pool of blood spread out around her, her pale skin drenched in the red liquid and her legs bent in an unnatural angle.
The heart was picked up and wrapped in a handker-chief before it was carried back to the black sleek SUV out front, hopping into the backseat everyone was quiet as they were ordered to return home.
He turned away from the easel when he heard the door to his easel open and watched as a bloodsoaked handkerchief was dropped to the ground, a human heart rolling out of the fabric and stopping by his feet.
"I hope you won't miss her," he looked up only to see her golden mane disappear down the hall, Stefan appearing a second later.
"Haley's dead," he told him and Klaus glanced down at the heart by his feet, despite himself he couldn't help but let his lips curl into a smirk before he stepped over the heart and followed his wife back to their room.
He heard the sink running in the bathroom and pushing open the door he found his wife with her hands under the running water, her delicate fingers washing away the blood that covered her skin.
"It belongs to you," he repeated her words from months ago and she stilled for a moment before she continued her ministrations.
"My heart," he said and stepped into the room to take up position behind her.
"It belongs to you." she turned off the sink and reached over wipe her hands on a handtowel before she turned to face him. Her hand came up to wrap around his neck and her thumb brushed against his jaw.
"Cheat on me again and it's going to be your heart on the floor" he smirked and reached out to place his hands on her waist, pulling her tighter and placing a kiss on the crown of her head.
"Never" he promised and led her into the bedroom.
They were the same the two of them, he owned her heart just like she owned his.
One day perhaps, they would both find themselves with their hearts on the floor, but for now they had an agreement.
He was hers, she was his, and that was the end of it.
