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Summary: Caroline thinks hiding is the solution for her problem. But she doesn't know that she can't live forever like that. (AU/AH)

I'm in control, when you give me your body

I feel our souls burnin' up when I'm inside of you and

I'ma leave a mark, just to remind you, Where you belong

-WHERE YOU BELONG, THE WEEKND

0o Chapter 1 o0

The festival was full on swing. Caroline smiled at the boy who would probably be in his kindergarten. He was holding his mother's hand and eating his candy.

Eagerness in his eyes was the most admirable. She loved selling balloons to the kids during festivals. She would ask their names, and get to know them.

The bronze haired boy showed Caroline to his mother. The mother smiled accepting her little man's wish.

As they made their way to Caroline she smiled warmly at them. "Hello there!" He did not seem like a shy kid. Caroline got immediate response, "Hello," he grinned widely.

"Tell me which color you want?" Caroline asked dragging the balloons down to her level. "Um, blue," he replied after thinking a little too much.

"Is it your favorite color?" she asked passing the balloon over. When he nodded vigorously she replied, "You know even I love blue color." The boy giggled licking his candy. Caroline cocked her head and turned to the boy's mother, "You have a lovely son, ma'am."

The brunette chuckled, "Thanks." She then turning to the kid and said, "Joe, say bye to her." Joe titled his head signaled Caroline to bend down. Throwing hands around her, he kissed on her cheek. It surprised her to no end. "Nice meeting you," he said.

Caroline giggled as he waved good-bye to her. "Bye, bye," she whispered gazing at the path they left.

There was a time once, when she had thought she would get to hold her son's or daughter's hand. Some dreams couldn't come true. Her loving husband had made sure of it.

Before her baby had opened eyes, he had ended her hopes.

A wave of emotions and memories flooded in her. If she hadn't lived with him, her baby would have survived.

Not that her life had gone as she planned.

She had once again broken away from that nightmare.

But someday she had to face her mad king.

***WYB***

By the time she reached house, Caroline was fully exhausted. The door was unlocked already.

Something wasn't right.

Slowly she stepped into the house. Out of darkness, Caroline could feel someone's presence in the house. Yet she didn't flip on the lights. She waited for a voice to speak. Seconds passed, she didn't hear anything.

"I know you are in there," she muttered.

"Finally got a reaction from you, love," the thickly accented voice replied from a corner of room. His amused voice made her clench her jaws together.

He started rocking the chair. Again there was a moment of silence.

Caroline should have run when she suspected before. There was no turn back. She had to face him. Her heart was thumping against her chest.

"When did you to find me?" she blurted without moving from the entrance.

"Earlier," she got a reply from the other corner. Again silence enveloped them. And the sound of chair hitting against floor was freaking her out. One more minute if she had spent like that, she would either faint or go crazy. Reaching for lights, Caroline switched on them.

There he was, in the chair. His hands were on the arms of the rocking chair as he played with his fingers. His cold blues were directly staring at her, as if trying to burn holes into her. They happened to have staring contest for a minute or two. Or let us say it would be glaring contest. Both of them were well aware of the other's foul mood.

She was angry and upset thinking of all the things he did to her.

But that didn't prevent her from facing her mad king.

She then decided to speak up.

"You wanna drink something?" she asked walking into the house. Her handbag was kept aside before she had a closer look of him. He wasn't furious, but cold, ice-cold. His face was having blood stains all over. That scene was really terrifying although she had seen him like that before many times.

"How many people this time?" she gasped.

"Just couple of your friends," he replied standing up.

Her eyes would have widened in shock, only if she was. Instead her ocean blues filled with sadness. Yeah, she had guessed it already. He never had played fair. Whenever she had left, he would go for killing spree on the people. Those would have either helped her or related to her in any way.

But she was so beyond exhausted to consider about others.

Probably she had become selfish.

It made her to break the boundary he set for her.

But he never killed her which she didn't like.

Of course, she was waiting for him to kill her and to free her from this suffocation, from this madness. She had once tried to take her life. Then she found that she was pregnant with his child.

For once, she became foolish that his wildness could be controlled with her pregnancy. She thought that baby could actually give him happiness. How wrong she was to think like that. He was beyond repair. Nothing actually could change him.

That's it. Just like that he aborted that baby.

As if he owned everything.

Tears slipped onto her cheek. She was staring blankly at nowhere.

He watched her with no emotion. "I don't like tears, Caroline. Of all you know that well," he said calmly.

"They are your gift to me," she retorted.

"You've way with your words, love," he replied still in calmer tone. Dangerously calm.

She momentarily closed her eyes, squeezing them. When she opened back, her eyes were dry and bold, "I'm not coming with you this time. Leave me or kill me," Caroline said sternly.

Klaus cocked his head to aside, and narrowed his eyes, "Don't I get another option love?" he purred.

She gulped knots forming in her throat, "No."

He closed the space and surrounded a hand around her, leading the way to the small dining table. "Let us discuss this like professionals." He forced her to sit on the table while he took a place in the chair.

She stared down in horror when he actually smirked. It meant he was going to manipulate and play with her mind.

"Tell me love? How do you want to negotiate this?" he asked keeping a hand on her thigh.

Caroline shivered, "I'm afraid it is not open for negotiation, Klaus." Her choice was completely not of cleverness, but she was actually worn out.

The time she had been with him shattered her actually.

The smile on his was patient and monstrous at the same time. His hands were trailing on her jeans. His gaze briefly left her face. Caroline stopped his hand there while he took out something from his pocket. A revolver. Her expression hardened. This is it, she thought, end of the hell. She would gladly embrace it.

Observing her feelings, he shook head, "Don't love," he said, "Don't mistake my intentions towards you," a corner of his lips curved up, "I'm just trying to make myself at home."

She let out a snort. And he chuckled.

"All this aggression this time is it about that abortion?" he asked directly gazing at her.

"That was not an abortion," she said sharply, amusing him, "I thought you want to enjoy sometime with me. So I made them to take out that fetus."

She laughed bitterly, "You saved me from that misery. How heroic of you."

The smirk dropped from his face, "If I let you speak it doesn't mean that can say whatever comes to your mind, Caroline." She exhaled out, and he continued, "I gave you three months to mourn for whatever reason you are saying. Now time is up. Let's go home," he grinned. "Our home, Caroline. New Orleans. Where you and I live like royals," he sighed.

"Preferable words are: Like the mad-king or the lunatic Hybrid, who would kill people unnecessarily and his stupid bitch, who should know a better life," she said, sarcasm was evident in her words.

A roar of laughter escaped his lips to her surprise. "As much as I loved the title Hybrid for me, that is for my colleagues. But you, love, call me mad king. Your mad king." He took her left hand and identified something. "Where's the wedding ring?" he asked, composing himself.

Caroline yanked off her hand, "I—er—took it off."

"Can see that. Why?"

His eyes were on her stomach, and then he went little up. He wanted to touch her, nip her and bite her, like he always wanted to. "After all it was my first official gift to you," he complained.

"I wanted to end this," she said boldly. "This so called relation you were using against me."

"Well, it is not up to you," he snapped and looked at her. She startled with that tone. He started playing with that revolver, "I'm going to ask you few things. Just want to make sure that you are clear of certain facts," he said leaning back.

Caroline knew what was coming next. He was about to point-out her mistakes. She had to face them today.

"Who had first approached whom?" he cocked his head, eyeing her with a smirk. Her head bent down as she turned into red. "Blushing is not the answer I want, love. Open your mouth," he demanded reply from her.

Without even glancing at him she responded, "I came to you."

"Good. Who tried to gain attention?"

"Me."

"Who had started showering compliments?"

"Me."

"Did you not know me as a criminal before that?"

"I know."

"Very good, sweetheart," he leaned front and made a face, "And still you wanted to wrap me around your finger. The thing is Caroline," he paused and pulled her face by grabbing her chin, "You really had my heart, had my attention."

A smirk crept to his lips as her breath hitched. Letting go her face he spoke again, "You see Caroline, I always refer myself as a king. And you know what a king likes?" he continued without waiting for an answer, "A queen who is as brave and as adventurous as him." Her stomach flipped over, as he went on further, "You thought me as one of your psychologically disturbed patients. And you wanted to prove everyone that I can love. You took me as one of your projects. Really Caroline?" He chuckled, "Even though I should appreciate your passion to change me. Accept it Caroline. You're as wild as me. "

"That was the biggest mistake I had ever done in my life," she murmured.

"I can agree with that," he grinned. "Of course, I had shifted my interest upon you, hadn't I?"

She nodded. "Let us say, you became my new obsession and then we started our happily ever after. End of story. So what's the moral?" he put revolver aside and got up. When he didn't get any response, he opened her legs wider and leaned forward. Their faces were inches apart. One of his hands was playing with her hair while the other curled around her waist. Her chest pressed to his and he felt her heart pounding unsteadily.

"Interact with me, love," he faked anger, "It's like I'm the only person who keeps talking."

"What do you want me to say?" she hissed. "I was wrong the entire time. My theory on people and their humanity was wrong. I shouldn't have provoked you in the first place."

"But you did provoke me, Caroline," he growling pulling her hair making her yelp in pain, "So face the consequences. I thought to kill you every time you crossed the line, unfortunately, I couldn't. Got it?"

"To what extent I should face this psychosis?" she cried as he freed her hair when she pushed him away. "To the death of my future, my spirit? You, Klaus, can't change. Fine! At least leave me."

"I can't, dammit!" he growled and dug his fingers into her hair again. His lips crashed into hers angrily. Caroline pressed her hands onto his chest trying to push him away. But his coldness was stronger and his fragrance was telling her not to. She felt heat beating off from every part of her body. Only he could make her feel like that. She sighed against his lips as he pulled back.

"Remember one thing, Caroline. Go to any corner of the world, I'll find you," he stroked her cheek lightly, "After all, you are my queen."

***WYB***

0o Chapter 1 o0