Prologue
Caroline was at loss.
For almost a week now, Klaus ; her big bad hybrid boyfriend, hadn't been quite acting like himself.
Now, she would have easily understood such an abrupt change in behaviour had the object of her concern been a normal, ration human being, yet Niklaus was not a rational human being. Niklaus wasn't a rational human being at all -nor a human being for that matter-.
This man seemed to be an exception to everything, and he prized himself on being such a said exception; his narcissism or ''macho-man big than thou ego'' as Caroline liked to put it, incapacitated any negative emotions to overpower him, considering them as an unnecessary burden and waste of time.
The man was likely the most terrifying, dangerous and unpredictable person in the world, yet he sometimes was as mature as a 5-year-old. Touché.
Imagine her surprise when a few days ago, Klaus started acting strange ; displaying signs of anxiety and even gushing like a schoolgirl. This past week with her companion had been anything but normal, and that left the beautiful blonde perplexed.
Was it her? Was it something she had done? Suddenly the worry left place to fear, and Caroline started to contemplate the possibility that Klaus was unhappy with her. Maybe that's why he had been acting so strange lately, so dispassionate , even when the were making love. The lust and ardour hadn't been there lately, replaced instead by bewilderment and distraction; his mind was elsewhere and she knew it. Could it be that her lover was gathering up the courage to leave her?
No, she knew Klaus and that wasn't like him, if he truly was discontent with how things were he would have voiced his opinion the minute he could, so then, what was the problem?
Her thoughts were interrupted when the man in question hugged her from behind and started nibbling on her neck, so deep in her thoughts, she hadn't heard him come home. She then decided that if things didn't get better soon, she would take matters into her own hands.