4/10/2018 - I am currently in the process of editing BatB, so please be patient. The next part will be posted as soon as I'm finished!

Beauty and the Beast

Part I


Caroline Forbes shoved her way into the crowd toward her sobbing best friend on the elevated stage. Elena Gilbert's face was crumpled in sorrow as she imagined her future. She cried pitifully as two village elders held her lax frame.

"Stop!" Caroline cried. She pushed past the other girls her age and stood before the whole village. "I volunteer!"

Gasps echoed through the crowd and she thought she heard her mother's cry, but she would see this through. Caroline faced the Elders and repeated herself, "I volunteer."

The oldest Elder came forth on wobbly legs, she was a good one hundred years old in Caroline's opinion. "Are you sure, child?" She asked.

One look into Elena's hopeful eyes steeled her resolve. "I am." She answered. The Elder motioned for her to join them on the stage. Elena wasted no time hugging her friend and Caroline couldn't stop a sob from tearing from her throat. This was the last time she'd ever see her.

Elena whispered, "You don't have to do this, Care."

Hearing her childhood nickname, Caroline shook herself. Elena would do this for her and more. "I'm going to get married before you, now. Looks like I win our wager."

A dazzling smile bloomed on the brunette's comely face. "Cheater!"

The Elder touched her shoulder, gesturing toward the front of the wooden platform. Caroline's grin faded as she pulled Elena in for another hug.

Elena placed a soft kiss on her best friend's cheek. "I love you, Caroline. I will never forget this. Thank you."

"I'll never forget you." Caroline promised. Elena took one last look at her best friend and fled the stage into the awaiting arms of her betrothed.

The Elders stood beside Caroline and took her hands, raising them above her head. "We have our bride!"


Waiting in the holding house was the worst. Caroline detested waiting. She was startled by the door slamming open.

"Let's have a look at you."

It was the village healer, Meredith, whom wasn't much older than Caroline herself. Caroline stood and let the healer poke and prod until she was satisfied.

"You're in perfect health." She stated, as if she was looking at a cow instead of an actual person.

Caroline normally would've been offended but she found herself oddly empty of emotions at the moment. "Will the Beast be pleased, you think?" She absently muttered.

Meredith sighed, "You're beautiful, Caroline, of course he will. And your mother will be compensated well. You never have to worry about her again."

"Good."

"Do you know what happens next?" Meredith asked. Caroline shook her head. "You will be prepared to journey to Castle Black, from there you will marry the Beast post haste and hopefully live out the rest of your days there happily."

"We appreciate your sacrifice and you will always be honored within the village." Meredith added lastly, before grasping her shoulder in a comforting gesture and leaving.

Caroline nodded. The dread she'd felt yesterday at seeing the crimson flag flying above the terrifying castle had kept her awake all night. Her mother had hidden her worry well, but Caroline could tell it had shaken the hardened woman. They'd shared a silent breakfast before Caroline had left to join the other girls of age in the village center.

She couldn't help but to mourn her future. She'd wanted to see more of the world.

The country her village resided in was riddled with blood thirsty monsters. Without the protection of the Beast, her village would've died out years ago. The price for his protection? A young and beautiful woman to wed every few centuries.

No bride ever returned, but her family would be given riches beyond their wildest dreams. That and the fact she saved Elena were her only comforting thoughts; at least they would be safe and happy.

A few more women entered with a large tube filled with steaming water. "We're to get you ready, miss." One of them with bright red hair said while bowing. She was an older woman that had that 'grandmother' look about her.

Caroline hesitantly nodded.

After her bath, where she was practically drowned, they rubbed a perfumed oil onto her abused skin. They dried her body and waist length hair, cooing over her and gussying about her youthful form. Caroline fought the urge to rudely roll her eyes. Her mother wouldn't be impressed with her poor manners, even in this situation.

She was caught unawares by two young girls bringing in her wedding dress.

"Oh!" She gasped. "It's beautiful." The village dressmaker had spared no expense. It was a crème color instead of white with beautiful beading covering the entire silky fabric. She immediately stepped into it. It held no sleeves and curved tightly against her breasts. She felt the most beautiful she'd ever been in her whole life.

The red headed woman snapped a thin gold chain around her neck, it dangled down into the bodice.

Caroline gingerly picked it up. "It...it's my mother's..." A single blue stone shaped in the form of a heart was the only adornment on the chain. It was given to her mother when she was Caroline's age by a gypsy, whom specifically told her to give it to her only daughter on the eve of her wedding. Caroline had forgotten about it, but it seemed her mother hadn't.

The woman nodded. "She wanted you to have it. She wants you to know she will always love you."

Caroline couldn't stem the tears from spilling down her cheeks. She was never going to see her family or friends again. She felt so desolate.

"Come now. You don't want your husband to think you're a sniveling little girl, do you? We wouldn't want him to think he has the upper hand."

A giggled burst out of Caroline abruptly, startling her. She grinned at the women. She'd never been meek and certainty not obedient. The Beast wouldn't know what to make of her.

"That's better, child." The woman grasped her shoulder reassuringly and another started on her hair. They braided it into a thick crown around her head with the rest curling down her back.

"She looks like a princess." One of the women sighed.

Caroline disagreed, but didn't voice it. A crown for a Queen.


One of the younger elders was tasked with escorting her safely to the castle. They rode quietly on a pair of handsome buckskin colored horses.

"You're comfortable?" He asked. She had recently learned his name was Alaric.

Caroline nodded. She preferred to ride like a man, but her dress wouldn't allow it, so side-saddle it was. "Do you have to leave as soon as we arrive or can you stay a little while?"

Alaric shook his head. "They don't permit anyone but the Bride in the castle."

"Oh." Caroline was nervous. Where was her courage now? She felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter. Alaric tried to talk to her and keep her distracted but it was no use.

It felt like an axe over her neck.

The castle loomed in the distance and Caroline spied a rider approaching them.

"That's Elijah." explained Alaric. "He'll take you the rest of the way."

A handsome, but serious looking man approached them on a scary looking stallion. He had longish brown hair and a strong jawline. He smiled warmly and Caroline decided he had a trusting face. She liked him immediately.

"My name is Elijah, I'll be escorting you the rest of the way to Castle Black."

Caroline bowed her head slightly, and introduced herself, "My name is Caroline Forbes and I'm please to meet you."

Elijah seemed surprised at her manners. "And I as well, my lady. Will you please follow me?"

Caroline looked at Alaric and waved goodbye. "It was nice meeting you as well, Alaric." He nodded and turned on his horse, taking off back down the road to the village.

Caroline clicked her tongue and her horse began trotting after Elijah. "Is he going to eat me?" She asked, meaning her future husband.

Elijah started at her question. "Certainly not, milady. Is that what they're saying in the village?"

Caroline blushed. "No. We have no idea what happens to the Brides."

"Ah." He said. "Don't worry, Caroline. You're quiet lovely, I'm sure he will be quiet taken with you."

"I'm sure I'm not the most beautiful bride he's ever seen, but thank you. Since you've assured me I'm not riding to my death, I feel much better." she clipped.

Elijah chuckled. Maybe this young girl would finally be the one to break his brother's curse.

As they approached the castle gates, Caroline took in the magnificent lair. No one knew what monarch had resided in it before the Beast. It held four looming towers with stones the color of ebony, hence it's namesake. Castle Black was surrounded by a foggy moat and burning torches, giving it a unnerving appearance. The villagers claimed it was haunted by ghosts, and Caroline could definitely imagine that being true now that she'd beheld it up close. Not only was it fearsome looking, but she felt a strong sense of loneliness. She was sure once upon a time, it had been filled with merry people, color and music.

That saddened her more than she cared to admit.

"Welcome home, Caroline." Elijah said as the bridge began to lower for their entrance.

Caroline didn't answer, but she didn't believe she'd insulted him. He seemed to understand her thinking.

This was the beginning of the rest of her life, however short it may be.


Caroline was lead straight into the unused throne room. Two elaborate thrones sat alone, signifying that there had once been a King and Queen in residence. Elijah lead her up the steps and stood her facing the dazzling stained glass windows.

"Niklaus will be here shortly for the binding ceremony. Do not be afraid of him." He instructed before taking his leave.

Caroline couldn't stop her heart from pounding, her fear renewed. What would be her husband's form? Was he covered in hair or scales? Did he have huge horns?

Two men stepped into the room, but Caroline didn't move from her spot, squeezing her eyes shut and wishing this was a nightmare she could wake up from.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart."

The accented lit of the voice didn't scream beastly, so Caroline obliged.

The man standing in front of her was just that, a man. He was a few inches taller than her and more lean than stocky in form. He had cropped blonde curls with a reddish tint and matching stubble covering his cheeks and jawline. Blue eyes twinkled at her with some unknown jest and full red lips were turned in a smile that revealed two charming dimples. He was actually very beautiful.

This man couldn't be the Beast. "Are you the...Beast?"

"Shocking, isn't it?" He asked with his hands behind his back. He leaned in close to her and his masculine scent invaded her senses. "I hope you're as pleased as I am with you."

Caroline blushed, admitting, "Yes." She thought she spied a flash of gold in his eyes, but they were still the same intense blue from before.

"Let's get on with this shall we?" He asked the other man. The priest that came in with him nodded. He took out a small knife and Caroline looked to her betrothed worriedly. He chuckled and took her hand. The warmth of his hand sent shivers through her.

"Don't worry, it's just a small nick for the binding ceremony." He assured her.

The priest handed the knife to the Beast and he held Caroline's palm up. He quickly cut a shallow thin line on her palm, Caroline was surprised how little it hurt.

The Beast handed her the knife and she took his hand and repeated the process. Her husband-to-be held her gaze the whole time. The priest grasped both their hands and held them together as he wrapped a red cloth around them. "This represents the binding between husband and wife." He told her. "Now repeat what I say."

Caroline nodded. The Beast still hadn't taken his eyes from her. He was looking at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She could definitely get used to it. Being Elena's best friend meant no one ever saw past the stunning brunette. It was a very nice change.

"I will stand by you in life and death, never shall our souls part. I give myself to thee."

Caroline took a deep breath and repeated the vow, "I will stand by you in life and death, never shall our souls part. I give myself to thee."

The Beast smirked, repeating the words back to her, "I will stand by you in life and death, never shall our souls part. I give myself to thee."

The priest bowed and unraveled the red cloth. "Husband, you may kiss your bride."

The Beast stepped forward and used his free hand to cup her nape. Caroline had shared many kisses with some of the village boys but she had never been this excited for a kiss. He pressed his lips to hers for a short moment and pulled away before she could get her fill. Caroline's face must've relayed her disappointment because he chuckled. "We'll have plenty of time for that tonight." He promised.

Caroline gaped, she'd forgotten about that. Of course he'd be expecting to sample his sweet bride.

"Congratulations." Intoned the priest before he took his leave. If Caroline didn't know better, she'd say the priest seemed dazed; like someone men in the village that partook in ingesting the Poppy plant.

The Beast took her hand and laid it in the crook of his arm, leading them out of the room. "I think I should know my wife's name."

"Caroline."

He nodded. "A fitting name for such a beautiful woman."

Caroline turned to him with a teasing smile. "Do you have a name or shall I call you Beast?"

"Cheeky, aren't you, love?"

"Occasionally."

"Call me Klaus." He replied as they entered the dining area. A feast was laid out on the table with two chairs at each end. Ornate paintings covered the walls and a huge fire roared in the room.

"There's enough food here for twenty people. Is anyone joining us?"

Klaus pulled the chair out for her. "Just us, I'm afraid. I want to get to know my new bride."

"Oh." She murmured lamely, embarrassed. None of the boys in the village were half as charming as her new husband. She'd never been at a loss of words, but Klaus made her feeling like a stammering girl.

Klaus sat in his own chair and motioned for her to begin eating, staring at her all the while.

"Make sure you try the wine, love. It's a special red grape."

Caroline took her glass of red wine and twirled the deep red liquid in the goblet. She took a tiny sip and smiled at her husband. "It's good. Better than any other wine I've tasted. What's the secret?"

Klaus smirked. "It wouldn't be much of a secret if I told, now would it?"

Thinking about where this night would lead, Caroline quickly drained the rest of her goblet. "I suppose not. Can I have another?"

Klaus approached her with a red pitcher and poured more wine for her. Caroline meet his gaze and blushed under the intensity. He took her hand and kissed it with his soft lips. A tingle shot through her body.

"If you keep blushing so prettily, I think tonight will be over before it begins, my dear." He rasped.


Dinner had went so well; they'd talked for what felt like hours. Caroline didn't know what she'd been so afraid of. Klaus wasn't a beast at all. If the villagers knew about this, they'd be women lining up at the gates to marry him. Mine now, her mind whispered with surprising jealously.

He'd been a perfect gentleman and made her laugh all throughout their meal. When she'd told him he hadn't touched his food, his eyes had darkened as he'd glanced at her lips and murmured, "I hunger for something much sweeter."

Together, they walked to Klaus' chambers -now hers as well, he'd explained- causing Caroline to flush from her head to the tips of her toes. She was definitely feeling the wine, but she'd consumed enough of the delicious food to keep from stumbling every where and making a fool of herself. "I thought you'd have fangs and horns. Like the devil." She confessed outside a set of double doors.

Klaus chuckled. "Don't be fooled, love, I'm the devil in disguise." He pushed open the doors and lead her into their room. It was richly decorated in earthy tones but the large bed in the middle of the room was red; a deep blood red. Everywhere she'd looked in the castle had been decorated with obvious wealth and her eyes had been starved for the beauty it begot. Their chambers were no different. She sighed with awe.

Caroline sat on the edge of the bed as Klaus went to a shelf containing some crystal glasses with a brown liquid, spirits of some sort. "If you're the devil then that makes me the virgin sacrifice." She replied with a grin.

Klaus stiffened and glanced at her. "You're a never lain with a man?"

"Is that a bad thing?" She asked, chewing her lip. She thought men wanted virgins wives.

Klaus drowned the brown spirits in a single swallow and approached her on the bed. He sat beside her. "Of course not. It's been a long time since one of my wives have been untouched."

It was the first time he'd mentioned his other wives today. Caroline had been too afraid to bring it up before. "What happened to them?"

Klaus untied his shirt strings and gave Caroline a tantalizing view of his broad chest. "Let's not talk about them tonight, love." He suggested. Klaus turned to her and cupped her face, bringing them closer until they shared the same air. "Tonight is about us. It's our wedding day after all." He rasped.

Caroline closed the distance and moaned in the back of her throat at the feeling of his lips against hers. His lips were soft and his stubble scratched her face in the most pleasing way. She licked the line where his lips met, seeking to deepen their kiss. When he tensed and pulled away, she worried she'd been too bold.

But the covetous gleam in his eyes made her shiver. He gripped her arms and rasped, "I won't take an unwilling woman to my bed."

Unwilling? Caroline didn't think he'd ever meet an unwilling female, but just that he was giving her a choice melted her heart. Most men would demand her body, saying it their right as her husband. "Unlace me, please." she breathed, turning to give him her back and hide her scarlet face.

Breath hitching, she felt his warm fingers begin unlacing her dress and could've swore she felt them tremble.


Klaus had taken his time exploring her body and melting her with all his touches. They laid together on the bed; Caroline completely nude, except for her mother's necklace, and her unraveled hair spread around her like a halo. Klaus was bare except for his pants. His hands roamed her body, kissing where ever he touched. He picked up the necklace and studied it.

"It was my mother's." she explained. "I don't think it's very valuable, but it's all I have of her now, so I'm going to cherish it."

Her husband returned the necklace to it's resting pace between her breasts. "It's call lapis lazuli and it's very rare." Klaus cupped her face and brought their lips together in a chaste kiss, he pulled away and looked into her eyes. "Never take it off." he commanded.

The blonde nodded. She hadn't planned to anyway. He smirked and lowered his head to her breasts; they seemed to flush under his rapt gaze.

Caroline cried out when his hot mouth closed over her nipple. Klaus grinned as he licked and sucked, taking turns between both breasts. Caroline slipped her fingers into his hair and held tight. "I...I think I'm going to explode!" She squealed.

Klaus release her nipple with a wet pop. "Have you made yourself come before?" His answer was her confused look. "Orgasm?" Caroline shook her head, flushing all over.

"What fun we're going to have, wife."

He continued with her breasts, licking and sucking, as his hand moved down her stomach toward the wet heat between her legs. Caroline held her breath in anticipation. Klaus ran his finger against her opening, finding it dripping wet. Caroline cried out again and forced his lips back on hers, seeking to relay her desperation.

Klaus replied in kind and slipped his tongue between her frantic lips. The sensation caused Caroline to mewl and moan, pressing her body closer to his. Klaus found the little swollen bud above her entrance and rubbed it lightly.

Caroline raked her nails across his back and sucked on his tongue, moaning for him to do it again between kisses. He groaned at her renewed excitement. She was making him painfully hard. A few more swipes on her swollen bud had her tossing her head and grinding against his hand in abandon.

"Klaus, please!" She begged. She was so close to exploding, it felt like a hot coil was curling inside her, threatening to come undone.

Klaus kissed her again, wanting to swallow her cries. He flicked her bud relentlessly and felt the moment she came undone. She stiffly arched off the bed with an "Oh!", and suddenly fell boneless back on the bed, trembling. Klaus laid beside her with his arm propping his head up, a completely male smugness on his face.

Caroline was breathing heavily, a look of wonder on her face. "I...that was...Uh..." She couldn't think of a word to describe it.

Klaus smirked at her. "That's not even half the things we can do together."

Caroline sat up, batting her eyes coyly. "I want to touch you, please." She began unlacing his pants but his hands stopped her.

"Another time, love." Klaus kicked off his pants. He rolled on her, nudging himself in between her legs. "I want you so much." He murmured, recapturing her lips.

Caroline sighed, she didn't think she would ever get enough of his kisses. She felt the hardness slipping against her core. It caused the most amazing feeling. The pleasure began to return and she began grinding against the hardness. "I need you!" She gasped out.

Klaus began sucking on her neck, lightly biting and licking. "If you don't stop moving, I won't be able to hold out, sweetheart."

She whimpered, willing herself to be still.

Klaus groaned against her neck. He slipped a finger inside her entrance. She was so tight. Caroline moaned and wiggled against his hand. "More." She demanded. Klaus slipped in two more fingers, trying to be as gentle as he was able.

"Klaus!" She moaned. He began to pump them in and out of her, loving her mewls of pleasure. It wasn't long before her hips were in tune with his thrusting fingers. When he decided she was ready, he removed his fingers and angled his painfully hard cock at her tiny entrance.

"Slowly or all at once?" He asked. Caroline shrugged, panting and wiggling against him. He latched onto her breast, licking a circle around it, and surged his hips forward, firmly planting himself inside his wife.

Caroline opened her mouth in a silent cry, the pain chasing away any pleasure she felt. "It hurts!" She choked out. Tears formed in her eyes. "Stop, please!"

Klaus stilled and buried his face in the crook her neck, sucking and licking. Caroline couldn't swore she felt the brush on a sharp fang but nothing made sense in her pain fogged brain. Klaus licked the shell of her ear and Caroline felt the stirring of pleasure again. "Oh." She panted. He used his talented fingers and began working her little bud again.

His ministrations were ebbing the pain away and bringing back the feverish pleasure she felt before. "It feels better." she breathed, gazing into his eyes.

Klaus withdrew all the way and slammed back in, angling himself above her. Caroline winced at the soreness but felt no pain. The way he moved caused his groin to rub against her bud with each thrust. It was beginning to feel amazing. He set a lazy pace, trying to hold out and build up her pleasure again.

Caroline wrapped her legs around his waist, the angle sucking him in deeper. They both moaned at the sensation.

"Caroline," grunted Klaus. "Together." She nodded and squeaked when he suddenly changed their position, he sat on his legs and held her on his lap, impaling her with his stiffness. She gasped, feeling impossibly full and rolling her hips wildly. Her prefect breasts bounced right in his face, the sight so tantalizing.

Klaus' thrusts became more frantic and Caroline was hopelessly lost in the euphoria. The coil inside her began to tighten again.

"Klaus, please!"

Her husband pounded her, all traces of gentleness gone, pushing her over the edge with a shriek of pleasure. She felt a hot, thick substance coat her core and knew her husband had given her his seed. She wondered if she would become pregnant with her first child. The thought wasn't unwelcome and made her feel giddy. They could welcome a baby before the year was over.

Klaus rested his face on her heaving chest, nuzzling his face in her breasts.

She ran her hands through his hair. "Klaus, it was perfect, thank you." He hummed and thrust against her. Caroline gasped to find him still hard. "Again?"

Klaus purred, "Again." just as he began kissing her neck again. "I will never let you go, wife."


Her husband hadn't been jesting. They'd coupled four more times until Caroline had begged for rest.

He'd hesitantly relented. "As you wish, sweetheart, but I need you to look at me."

Caroline turned to him and froze. A monster covered her husband's face and her heart thumped frantically with fear. His beautiful blue eyes were replaced with golden irises and the whites of his eye had flooded black. Big black veins moved under his eyes and a double set of fangs dropped into his mouth.

"Don't scream." He commanded. For some reason she obeyed. Klaus sat her back on the pillow. "And don't move." He added.

"I won't scream or move." She repeated back. Why was she obeying him?! She wanted nothing more than to run screaming from this castle.

"Now you know why they call me the Beast." He said. "I confess that I fancy you, Caroline."

Caroline glared at him. Why was he telling her this? He was a monster, a beast! Inside, she lamented -berating herself. She should have known it was too good to be true. Caroline wanted to weep. It was never her.

"I don't wish to harm you, but it's necessary this once."

"What?" She asked, feeling hysterical, but unable to scream.

"I'm going to make you in my image so we can truly be husband and wife forever."

Caroline felt tears slip down her cheeks. "I don't want this."

Klaus looked miserable, but he took her hand and kissed it. Caroline hoped her eyes relayed the blistering betrayal she felt. He inhaled and nodded to himself. "You'll forgive me."

"What are you going to do?" She intoned, detesting the way her own will had been taken from her.

"I'm going to kill you." Klaus replied. A desperate sob rose in her throat, she didn't want to die! "I'll make it quick, my love."

As if that made it better.

With a pained expression, Klaus attacked; biting into her throat with his deadly fangs. She felt him drinking her blood as she grew colder each second that passed. Before she slipped away into unconsciousness, she had one thought;

My husband's a beast.


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