Klaus pulled her aching body against his, "Have at it, sweetheart." He had cooed with such affection that Caroline almost forgot who she was dealing with. Tentatively, she bit into his wrist letting his warm blood heal her werewolf bite, and fill her being with a sense of power. Caroline glanced up briefly, her sky-blue eyes turning a harsh shade of red, and continued to suckle.
"Happy Birthday, Caroline," Klaus whispered against her golden locks, resting his chin gently on top of her head.
~OoOo~
Caroline awoke the next morning feeling better than she had in her entire, short afterlife. She stretched out her pale arms and looked to the spot which once had a nasty, swelling bite. Nothing was there but more of her pale skin. Pulling the covers down to waist height, she noticed a long, black velvet jewelry case. Caroline snatched it up, and read the ivory note card; from Klaus. His penmanship was exceptionally good for a man. Slowly, she unwrapped the ribbon which held the same ivory color as the note card. Snapping the box open revealed a diamond tennis bracelet, diamond strips weaved together to create heart shaped figure eights, each twinkling with a gorgeous silver glow. She ran her right index finger along the bracelet, looking down at it with astonishment.
Why me? Caroline thought curiously. Am I a new part of Klaus's game?
Or was it something else? Could Klaus possibly feel an attraction to her?
Shaking her head, she delicately closed the box and set it back down on the table. She lied back down and racked her brain as to what it could mean. Then, somehow, rethinking what he had told her last night made her stomach flutter with a desire to see Klaus again. Again, she shook her head. No, Klaus is the bad guy… he made Tyler bite me, he's been screwing with everyone's lives. He is bad news…
No matter how many times Caroline told herself that, she couldn't stop herself from wanting to be held by Klaus again. Because somewhere deep down in her heart, she knew that she had feelings for him. Wrong or not, it was there, the swelling desire for him to be hers, and her to be his. But it could never work. Could it?
