Title: Beautiful Disaster

Summary: 1819: He found her and decided to keep her. Always. And blood is not the only reason. One shot for now. AU.

Rating: M

About the story: Drabble for my best friend =) Ash- this is for you, darling! Slightly Canon- Season 2 of The Originals. Planning to keep this as one-shot for now. A little dark. Edited.

Note: I don't own Klaroline, TVD, TO. Everything I write is for fun and part of imagination. No beta, no offence. I would love to hear you guys =)

0o Beautiful Disaster o0

0o La Tua Cantatae o0

1819

That night Klaus had attended a ball hosted by one of Elijah's minions, Benjamin who was everything but noble like Elijah.

Usually, Elijah would show interest to attend gatherings. And this time due to Benjamin's methods of entertainment, Klaus had to replace his brother. Klaus certainly gives his entire attention to someone or something that amuses him well. He was informed that Benjamin would maintain a separate, special collection of humans whose blood appeals him.

Klaus snickered at his idea. Vampires like to suck the life out of humans and get rid of them for once; they prefer short and sweet moments while savoring the joy of hunt, the sensation of blood hitting the walls of their throats. Benjamin had introduced new methods to enjoy the perks of being a vampire. The Original grew fond of this idea, and thought to pay visit to his place.

Benjamin was very much eager to impress Klaus, for some reasons. He offered servant to assist Klaus in giving him a tour. But Klaus denied his suggestion and lingered around the mansion by his own, inspected every single detail about antiques. At times as such, Klaus would pick someone—preferably a woman— to court him. He didn't wish any company that day.

Then, there was a dramatic announcement from Benjamin—informing his every guest about the excellent collection of human slaves and how he used their blood to warm everyone around the place. Klaus, who was in a corner, waited patiently as the drinks were served.

It gave him the newest feeling to experience which he never imagined. His immediate reaction was to gape at his glass of wine for a moment. He felt everything that dark red liquid offered—the sourly bitter taste, the metallic tinge of blood while he failed to say which had more sweetness. Blood or wine, he was unsure of it. Whatever it was, Klaus enjoyed the aroma of blood and craved for more making him to feel like a newly turned vampire. He placed the notch of glass near his nose and smelled this time being more attentive.

Oh damn. It was frenzy. It made him to lose his balance.

And an impulsive Klaus could leave nasty impressions on people. He completed the rest of his drink quietly, with a smirk on his face.

When Benjamin freed himself from all the responsibilities, he came to Klaus with a glass of own. "How did you enjoy this evening, my lord?"

The Original decided what he had to do, like always spontaneous. His gaze was on the dance floor, on the people who were dancing, as he smirked a bit more. "Certainly you possessed an exquisite taste, Benjamin." Klaus tilted his head slightly as glanced back at the young vampire lazily, who looked very much pleased with appreciation. "This collection you spoke about—I assume you must have worked hard to gather them."

Benjamin shrugged lightly, unaware of the Original's intentional questioning. "It is the one of my favorite things to do. So it didn't matter how hard the path is." Klaus chuckled a little and gave him an impressed curt nod. Benjamin smiled back as he added. "And a few were gifted by my acquaintances, when I toured around. That's how tonight's sources are formed."

"Sources?" Klaus lifted a brow. So, the younger one didn't select one particular human that evening, he thought.

"Yes, the blood is taken from different people." The dark haired vampire replied before he took a sip from his glass. "I had everyone's fraction of blood in wine, separately."

Klaus was simply getting close to what he wanted. He droned, "In that case, I would like to meet my source—" Benjamin's body tensed up as he looked at the Original, "—if you don't mind." When Benjamin looked thoughtful, Klaus squinted at him while his smile fading away slowly. "Or do you?"

Benjamin then managed to smile firmly and quivered head in answer.

0o Let Me Invade You o0

1819

Caroline, with knotted fingers, uneasy stomach, pounding heart and definitely shaking legs, didn't dare to move an inch after settling in front of her new owner. Her gaze was on her lap entire time, unfocused though.

He had not spoken a word to her till now. "Your heartbeat is consistently increasing." He pointed out making Caroline to look up at his callous face.

"Considering my chances of survival, it will." She replied in shaky voice.

Resting his arm on the side wooden support beside window of the carriage, he chuckled. "You are very certain about your death." Without waiting for any response, he added another question. "How old are you, love?"

"Seventeen." Caroline whispered, still nervous from his staring.

"Seventeen." Her owner repeated with a snort. "Do you think I bought you from Benjamin to kill?" Caroline's instant nod made Klaus to chortle loud. "I believe I was not introduced properly. My name is Klaus."

"Caroline." She gave her name and watched him under careful eye as she pressed her lips into a thin line. He looked less humane, at that time and Caroline couldn't help but shiver more. Momentarily Caroline froze when his fingertips brushed her knee through her dress. Even then his intentions were unclear. She contemplated slowly - either he would drain her or she would have to deal with his sexual interests.

Both were unpleasant, she thought at first. But after taking a fraction of moment she believed dying was something best. At least Benjamin was better. He used her as his blood slave. Perhaps Klaus understood her obvious discomfort. He retracted his hand as he squinted at her.

Looking out of the window beside him, he asked. "Tell me, love, how did you end up as Benjamin's little slave?"

Caroline flinched at the part when he said slave. Her stomach churned up as she entwined her fingers. Biting her lip she glanced up at Klaus who quirked up a brow and expected an answer from her. In a meek voice, she replied. "I was sold to him."

"How cruel." Klaus remarked in an unemotional tone making her want to glare at him. After that none of them spoke anything for a moment. "Come here." Caroline blinked at him and he wiggled his index finger at her, signaled to come. She shifted to his side and Klaus made her to sit in between his legs, which was pretty uncomfortable. Slowly Caroline felt him touching her waist and curling hand around her. "Have someone fed from you directly, Caroline?" he purred next to her ear. A trembling Caroline shook her head as no. Bunching hair away from her neck, he pulled her back to his lips. His breathing tickled her skin and he growled a little before she felt something sharp piercing her neck.

Her tensed up body failed to register anything that caused from his bite. It was less painful when compared to the one that arose when Benjamin cut her hand. Caroline still squeezed her eyes shut and gripped his hand tight, sank her nails in his skin thinking he would let go of her.

Klaus withdrew his fangs and licked the dripping blood from wound until it stopped to bleed. "Splendid." He murmured and kissed the wound a couple of times. Caroline's breathing ragged when he made her to look back at him. Pleased, he was. "Would you believe me if I say killing you is not the thing I have in my mind?"

Caroline slightly frowned when Klaus pressed his lips to her cheek, ran them up and down causing shivers. "Are you up to have some fun, love?" She bit her lip and looked so pale. "It is the game called being mine."

0o In The Haze Of Night o0

1821

At Klaus's mansion, days passed pretty quickly while Caroline was still conscious around him. When Klaus had bought her from Benjamin, Caroline immediately prepared self to die in his hands. But Klaus didn't kill her making her believe that she could have chance to survive.

And his family was something confused Caroline.

They are siblings but no two of them are similar.

She met Elijah- the only decent one, tried to interact with Rebekah- who seemed to have issues of her own and Kol- who was undaggered by Klaus recently. And then there was Marcel - who used to be a slave once and Klaus freed him. But the way, the boy was growing fond of Elijah had Klaus troubled. Though, he would not admit out loud.

All Caroline did was silently watching. She neither had a choice nor she wanted any part in that struggle. Her company did not give Klaus that much satisfaction, she believed which was the reason to undagger Kol.

By seeing his continuous lust for blood, Caroline concluded he was a bit like Klaus. He was one nasty piece of work and attacked her almost. Klaus was there to stop him or else she would have been dead by now. She didn't understand one thing though- if she meant to be Klaus's slave, then why did he protect her from his brother? It was not like that he had to care about her existence.

She thought Klaus craved only for blood - for her blood.

Almost no day passed without him drinking from her. Slowly Caroline became weak due to loss of blood in this period. Even though Klaus fed her his blood, her body needed some time to recover. She became sick twice or thrice, which were the only times Klaus had not consumed from her.

He took pleasure in every little thing about her though.

Especially- the way her body reacted to his touch, the way she blushed to his words. And when he kissed her in the past- Mercy- she could feel tingles at the memory.

She had courted him to a few social gatherings even. Despite they spent some a fair amount of time, Caroline still felt unspeakable anxiety around him. She wondered how someone can go through two different feelings. At one instant, she wanted to be with him and in the next moment she wanted to stay away. Caroline would blame his rashness which was causing strain to the thing between them.

Tonight they attended one more party together. Now she was back to her room and asked the hand-maid to undo the strings of her corset. She thought probably she needed to skip bathing as she was so tired.

Caroline was in her chemise when the hand-maid was about to leave her. And at the same time, the door of her room was opened.

Klaus, it was.

He ordered the servant to leave the room and Caroline, who was behind the wooden partition, tensed and used the discarded material to cover herself. "I am not decent." She informed nervously and turned to wall. "Would you mind waiting for a moment?"

Instead she heard footsteps closing and in a mere moment, she felt his body while pressed to her back. "I liked you in that dress, love. And you only look better without it." He replied huskily as he curled his arms around her. Softly he began to shower kisses on the skin of her neck making her to inhale sharply. She was surprised from her own body's reaction at his touch. Then Klaus droned, sending tingles to her frame. When he pressed lips to her shoulder, Caroline twisted in his arms and faced him.

She expected his eyes would fill with arrogance and lust. On the contrary, he seemed so calm yet he looked as if seeking her permission which astonished her to no limit.

Klaus brushed her bangs from forehead and undid her hair slowly, making it fall to her shoulders.

Caroline had never gotten a chance, in fact she was never given a chance to decide. No, no one asked for her permission- Not her father, not Benjamin, not others and not even Klaus. This would be her first time to decide on situation and finally she planned to make use of that opportunity well.

Running fingers on her upper arm, Klaus muttered with a smirk. "You are free to choose anything now, Caroline."

Caroline touched his face cautiously as she made up her mind. Once he kissed her in the past, and definitely Caroline needed to recall how he did. But before she acted, Klaus grasped her chin hastily and claimed her lips. "All mine." He stated, satisfied and kissed her once again.

0o Because You Are Mine o0

1822

From last few days, Caroline was jumpy. Even in her sleep, she was so restless that made her feel sick.

She dared to set foot out of Klaus's mansion. After spending three perplexed, unsafe years with him, she actually dared to flee. Caroline didn't think of any consequences because at that time she believed it didn't matter. There was only one reason behind her actions: He would turn into vicious person and it became hard for Caroline to deal with him in past many times. Losing control, Klaus attacked her which led to blood loss, pain, tears.

As a human, it was too much for Caroline to witness his cruelty- the way he killed others in front of her eyes was something she failed to digest. Everything faded because of his adamant, cold behavior.

With the help of Elijah- whom she had pleaded desperately for a month or so, without Klaus' knowledge- Caroline managed to leave New Orleans. Elijah had sent her away to his progeny, Abigail, who had agreed to help Caroline until she would stand on her own feet.

Elijah detached himself from everyone, especially from Marcel as he understood the reason behind Klaus's aggressive nature. Because of that, Caroline had a hard time while asking, convincing him. At the end, he did and Caroline was so grateful.

Though despite the fact she was away from Klaus, Caroline still shivered at the reminder of his face.

That morning she cleaned her room and stopped suddenly. Abigail's house was unusually quiet. Caroline turned around and gasped in horror.

Klaus stood at the doorway, looking everything but pleasant. Droplets of blood splattered across his face, over his clothes as his hand playing with something round- no- Caroline's eyes widened further watching a heart. Treating her with lazy look, Klaus began to move close to her which made her to step back right away. "Don't kill me-"

"Has she been treating you well, Caroline?" he cut her with his impassive words, and glanced at the heart before he dropped it down. Without waiting for a reply, Klaus muttered looking back at her. "You seem very healthy. She is not feeding from you, right?"

Caroline shook her head as no, as water surfaced her eyes thinking within a few moments her pounding heart would fall at his feet. The expression on his face was cold and scary which gave her an impression that he wouldn't go easy on her.

"Most of the Elijah's minions are like him, I know." Klaus spoke, running his fingers on the pole of her canopy bed and gazed as if he was inspecting it. "Still I'm making sure."

"Abigail treated me with respect." Caroline blurted out but was not sorry about it.

At that point, he watched her from the corner of his eye as a corner of his lips curved up. "Respect." He repeated with a snort. "So, it is the point of all this fuss you made? And you went to Elijah for help." He pointed out something irrelevant. She thought so. "Caroline, you believed someone can shield you from me?" Klaus raised a brow, mocked at her. "At least Elijah should have known better."

She knew what it meant. Gulping the hard lump formed in her throat, she mumbled. "What you did to him?"

"You knew me so well, love." Klaus gave her an impressed look. "His actions earned him a dagger in chest." When her face was distorted with hatred and guilty at the same time, Klaus said softly. "You seem to care for him."

"Unlike you, he was kind to me." Caroline spat at him.

Klaus glowered at her under heavy lids. After a moment of silence, he asked. "Why?" When Caroline looked at him perplexed, he clarified. "I trusted you, Caroline. Why did you leave?"

"I want to be free, Klaus." She told him in a shaky voice. "I- I hate this idea of being someone's slave. It makes me feel so pathetic."

Klaus squinted at her, closing the remaining space and tucked the loose strands of her hair behind ear. "We are just that- a master and his slave? Aren't we something more than that Caroline, hmm?" Pressing his palm to her chest, Klaus made her to look upon his messy face. Caroline was sure he felt the way her heart thumped and guessed he was pleased with that. "Can you not feel anything for me in here?" When she didn't reply, Klaus grasped her chin and captured her lips. All she tasted was blood, and the dominance- which he always showed. The way he kissed her- pouring passion into it, indicating that he missed her so much- made her want to hope he might let her live but definitely not going to let her go.

She felt him fondling her breast through her dress which caused a moan from her side. Klaus, once he was done, pulled back and caressed her neck. "I am so upset with you, Caroline." He stated calmly. "You know what happens when I am disappointed." And then his features changed. His stormy blues turned black and dark veins popped under his eyes.

Caroline's little bubble of hope destroyed and concluded what would happen then. Closing her eyes, she mentally pleaded him to finish it fast. The last moments in this world- she thought and squeezed her eyes when he tugged her, harshly bit her neck.

That moment she only felt excruciating pain, his firm grasp around her when she tried to fight. A scream escaped from her lips. And slowly she felt weakness surrounding her. When he finally stopped, Klaus pulled back with deep growl. He bit his wrist and pressed it to her mouth.

A dizzy Caroline experienced something metallic, something thick passing through her throat while she heard cold words coming from him. "I decided to give what you want Caroline. From this moment, you are no longer a weak slave. You will be something more powerful than what you are. I offer you an eternity beside me. As my equal."

She felt nauseous, her eyelids felt burden and she absorbed the last lines coming from him was: "You are mine, Caroline. Always remember that."

And then he snapped her neck.

He simply changed her world.

0o Beautiful Disaster o0

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