a/n: I wrote this to Jamie Woon's 'Night Air'. I recommend listening to it whilst reading.
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My Aphrodisiac
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Night Air
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A dark night had fallen over the town of Mystic Falls. Caroline Lockwood sat on her windowsill, staring wordlessly out of her bedroom window. Her breath fogged the glass. She frowned slightly, appearing to be deep in thought.
The only sound to break the stillness was the gruff snoring of Tyler Lockwood. Caroline hummed, turning around to smile affectionately at her lover. He was strewn over their bed, fast asleep and peaceful.
The blonde silently moved across the room. She clambered onto the bed and bent down to place a chaste kiss to his forehead. Tyler emitted a small grunt and rolled over, wrapping his arms around her waist. She giggled, falling onto her back and embracing his familiar warmth and protection. She sighed happily, grateful to be back in his arms again.
Caroline closed her eyes, willing sleep to claim her.
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Deep into the hours of darkness, something moved silently through thick dense trees, pausing to sniff the air every so often. Niklaus was searching for prey.
It wasn't long before he heard a very human crashing through the trees, smelt the warmth of human blood. Klaus grinned, licking his lips. Show time.
He used his vampire speed to track the lost hiker, and within a minute he found her. A blonde woman, maybe 20 or so. He leaned up against a tree, making himself visible to her. The woman started when he appeared, clutching her chest. "Y-you made me jump!"
"I do apologise. Lost?" Niklaus asked, cocking an eyebrow. "I'll help you out…"
He took a step closer, hearing her fragile heart thumping away in her chest, the heat from her veins filling the space between them. Her breath hitched. She whispered a low "yes" in response, eyeing him appreciatively.
Klaus smirked, closing in on her. Her eyes flickered shut and she whimpered. Her breaths came out in tiny gasps, falling against his skin.
Their lips were almost touching when he spoke "I do apologise. My mother taught me not to play with my food." He grinned wickedly and pulled back, only to puncture her neck with his fangs, breaking her fragile skin easily. Klaus relished in the warm blood that entered his system, the incredible feeling of power it provided.
He adored her pathetic little yelps and attempts to break free. She hammered her fists against his chest uselessly, only adding fuel to his hunger. Klaus tightened his death grip around her waist.
He sighed, the vervain-free blood like paradise as it entered his system.
Before he knew it, the woman was slumped on the floor, drained of blood and dead. He wiped the thick gooey liquid from his mouth, staring curiously down at her. How fragile humans are, he mused.
Klaus kicked the dead body with his foot possessively, rolling the woman over onto her back so that she was facing upwards; empty, glassy eyes staring at the sky. He crouched next to her, gently caressing her icy cold cheek with his fingertips. "Thank you, sweetheart." He murmured, relishing in the power that surged through him.
A thought suddenly occurred to him; this was his first kill in months. Caroline had begged him to stop killing, with her huge blue eyes and her pleading. "You are not a monster, Klaus!" She'd insisted. "You can change. I believe in you. I do."
Klaus had listened, truly believing he could change. What a joke. He laughed bitterly.
Klaus couldn't control the power he felt whenever he killed. He could suck the life out of someone without so much as a bat of an eyelid. And he couldn't control the fact that he adored it.
After one last glance at the lifeless corpse, Niklaus stood up and turned away, moving through the trees silently and quickly; a natural born predator.
The power surge suddenly hit him. He staggered out of the forest, almost delirious from his first taste of fresh blood in months.
The Original returned to Mystic Falls that night. He had yet to make his presence known to the other Vampires who resided there, but was fully aware that they would put two and two together eventually; what with all of the residents of Mystic Falls mysteriously disappearing one by one.
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Caroline sighed impatiently, blue eyes flickering open. Whenever she closed them, all she saw was him. Klaus. The Original killer. He prowled through her dreams nightly. She grumbled slightly, hating herself for her fixation on him.
Caroline's clouded face softened slightly as she reminisced upon her last encounter with the man. He'd allowed Tyler to return home. And for that she was eternally grateful.
She sat up in bed, wondering where he was now. How he had found New Orleans. Whether he had kept to his word upon promising her he'd change. Klaus had almost seemed adamant that he could do it at the time. Caroline could only hope that he still felt the same way.
She wondered if she'd ever see him again. Probably not. Anyway, she had everything she needed. Right here, beside her.
Caroline sighed, lying back down beside Tyler and pushing all thoughts of Niklaus Mikaelson from her mind.
Soon enough, she slipped into a restless sleep, aided by the steady, even heartbeat of her spouse.
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Klaus sauntered through the streets of Mystic Falls, feeling an immense power over every mortal he passed. He made his way to the Mikaelson home, imagining how his family would respond to his return.
As he walked, he thought back over his recent kill, licking his lips. It was an unconscious attempt to retrieve every morsel of blood he could.
He enjoyed the attention he got off a few passing human females. They would look him up and down; taking in the way his tightly fitted shirt barely fitted his muscular chest and the way his dirty blonde fell in messy waves. He would return their affections with a smirk as he imagined sinking his teeth into their throats and consuming every drop of blood from their bodies.
It was a cold night in Mystic Falls, and the light from the street lamps cast an artificial, eerie glow over the place. He watched curiously as the cold breath emitted from a passing man lingered in the air, leaving a white smoky vapour. How quickly Klaus could snap his neck and leave him broken on the floor, never to breath again. So he did.
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Tyler was pulled into consciousness by a loud yelp of pain. He sleepily opened his eyes, annoyed to have been disturbed. He yawned, running one hand through his hair. His gaze drifted to the clock beside Caroline's bed. 4 AM.
Caroline.
Tyler smiled fondly down at the slumbering blonde beside him. Her chest fell rhythmically up and down. He let his gaze move to her face. It was scrunched up in apparent distress. She mumbled something incoherent, clutching the white sheets in her fists.
"Kl…" She mumbled. "Klow…"
Tyler moved closer, curious.
And then he made it out. One word, whispered again and again.
"Klaus…"