Klaus moves through the forest expectantly, a heart sitting idly in his hand and his jaw tense. He feels heavy with betrayal and the urge to kill is overwhelming once again. He turns and launches the heart, hearing it thud heavily, the splatter of two heart falling alerting him to the fact that he's killed another hybrid with his 'fast ball', as Kol would say.

He moves forward, listening to the panicked scuffle. What he doesn't expect, though, is that he isn't the one that their afraid of. In the middle of a circle, hybrids circling her or trying to stagger away in shock, Caroline stands perfectly still. He notices the glimmer of metal and frowns at the sword in her hand.

She spins suddenly, taking off the head of a hybrid before anyone can react. Pushing off the ground, she spins in the air. The blade slices through a head, splitting the flesh and organs in half as she cuts through the torso. A thud indicates her and the sword hitting the ground, another two splattering thuds accompanying the brutal sight of a cut open young hybrid boy.

It brings him back to attention, when a head flies towards him. He ducks quickly, catching it and tossing it back to her absently, ignoring his red painted hand. He never in his life thought that his Caroline would be the one to kill to avenge his dreams of a family turned awry.

She's wearing a leather jacket, military boots and jeans. He flashes towards her, spinning her out of the way and grabbing the sword, slicing a body at the waist that would've gotten her. The hybrids are turning, the ones that are left, and Klaus looks at the blonde demon in his arms, fangs bared and eyes red. The splatter of blood on her pale skin causes his stomach to flip with nerves and need.

This new side of her, the vampire at full potential - he needs her, just as much as he needs his sweet Caroline.

She pushes past him, slamming her hand through the chest of a grey wolf and holding it in the air on show before sinking her fangs into it's neck, demanding submission as she drains the wolf completely in front of it's shocked pack.

Blood lust takes on a new meaning as his angel of death pulls away, tossing the body away and holding the heart in her hand, squeezing the remaining blood from the loose organ. Thick red blood covers her entire form; her bare forearms are stained red, her jeans ruined - the white leg turned red and the black leg's denim clinging to her skin, her white shirt is speckled with droplets, blood is spread around her chest and neck, it's in her hair and on her face.

He turns his body, still watching as she kills another of his hybrids, and punches a head off some shoulders. He's amazed by his warrior, the one who kills without remorse now, ripping out hearts and tearing people apart, draining them and staring in to their eyes as they take their last breath.

They both turn around, looking at the mess they've caused as Klaus picks up the sword once more, resting it on his shoulder. "Fifteen years has been good on you, love," he says, breaking the silence and making her look at him. "It's made you realise your true potential." She gives him a small smile and looks around. "I realised that some people genuinely need to be killed," she shrugs.

"How did you know about my new hybrids?" He asks, taking a step closer and looming over her, spinning his wrist and slamming the blade in to the ground by her feet. "If that's meant to intimidate me, it kinda turned me on," she smirks, keeping her light blue eyes on his deep cyan ones. "Well?" He prompts, leaning down and bringing their faces inches apart.

"I met up with Tyler and Hayley," she tells him quietly, "They told me their plan, wanted me to join in and distract you. I already told them I wanted nothing to do with their plans. Seems like the whole Mystic Falls crew are back to find yet another way to fail killing you." Searching her face, lingering on her lips for a moment too long, he sees no sign of deception. "Why aren't you joining them?" He drawls bored, sick of the Scooby Doo gang's attempts of killing him.

"I buried the hatchet a long time ago," she shrugs, "I helped those witches in New Orléans bring Kol back. I helped Elena turn human again. I snapped Damon's neck so you could take some blood. I broke Kol's back when he tried killing Stefan. I'm Team Caroline. Not Team Salvatore." A cruel smirk plays on his face as he moves closer, lips brushing her cheek, the top of her jaw, her ear. "What about Team Original?" he breathes, his dimples showing in his smirk that he hides from her as she shivers slightly at the contact of his breath on her skin.

Her own lips move to his ear and he relishes in the contact. "Yes," she whispers seductively, "I want you." He pulls back enough to see her and grins like a wolf at the pure lust in her beautiful eyes. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you to say that, love," he utters, his round lips grazing hers so softly that she might as well be imagining it.

"We're not doing this here, Klaus," she chuckles, pulling the sword from beside her and stepping back. "If you find me, you can have me," she teases, flicking the blade towards him and giggling as his belt breaks open. His jeans slip down on his hips and she growls at the newly exposed skin, but by the time he looks up, he's alone and the sword it stuck in the tree with a note tied around the handle.

He frowns and pulls it off, reading it quickly.

I know how much you like games.

Lets see how you play when you're not at an advantage.

- Caroline x

He growls and looks on the back, noticing a hotel logo and smirking. Way too easy, he thinks bitterly. "Well, love, it looks like I'm player two," he mutters impressed, putting the paper in his pocket and grabbing the sword, flashing off home to change.