She blazed into his life like a fireball shining brighter than the sun. With her lovable personality and genuine kindness, she cut through his iced soul and heart like a steel blade through water. It came so natural to her, getting under his skin, that is. One month ago, he met her and he still hasn't said a single word, not that conversation had ever been absent. She'd tell him stories or just talk to him, every single day she'd come and every single day he'd wait, anxious, yet poised.

Today was no different, he walked through the halls of the club. The club filled with aristocratic vampires and young fledglings, along with sexual undertones at every corner. He came slowly to a stop, watching the bar where his younger brother, Elijah, stood talking to her. Caroline Forbes. He took in her laughing form as she walked around the bar to clear a few tables.

She wore the appropriate uniform. All black. Today her choice in clothing made his cock ache in his pants. Something that hadn't happened in decades, perhaps even centuries.

Her pants clung to her endless legs like a second skin, seating comfortably on tight hips with a teasing view of hip bones that would make any man's mouth water. A tattoo peaked through the hem in black ink, it was a physical need to examine her body. She was untouched by any man yet she had marked herself, carefully, though. They were obviously handpicked markings, symbols she wanted to keep forever.

His teeth grazed his bottom lip as he let his eyes travel the remaining way up. Slim, flat stomach femininely toned from years of some form of physical activity. Her skin was a natural tan, not too dark, but nowhere near pale or even creamy. Golden satin.

Speaking of golden satin. The silky ribbon she called hair fell to her waist in large curls today, a golden color that one couldn't get out of a box, although thousands have tried. It bounced as she laughed, a sound that cut through the centuries of torment while her smile brightened any room she stood in. God, she was an angel and he the devil. He'd ruin her. Not only that; he wanted to ruin her.

"Klaus." Her soft voice said, giving him a wide smile, complete with straight white teeth. His brother and the other remaining staff tensed. She was always open with him, talking to him as if they were old friends. Had been since the moment she'd laid eyes on him. He nearly smirked at the memory, nearly. She'd come into this club and immediately had Elijah, Finn, and Kol wrapped around her little finger. When he'd walked into the room. God, it still baffled him.

Many cringed away from him, his very essence of danger and death seeped into their sub-consciousness, but this woman, hell, this woman; she had given him the brightest of smiles and immediately started into conversation, like he weren't a demon hell bent on destruction. She was too trusting, she held no self-preservation whatsoever. At all, and dammit, it scared the living fuck out of him.

He just watched her. Her eyes and smile softened. Brilliant emerald green stared at him swirling with life, but sometimes, just sometimes he'd catch the briefest hint of pain. It would hit him like a barrel of bricks and a protectiveness he'd never felt would overtake him bringing the need to kill whoever or whatever put it there.

Shaking his head he turned and walked away, and against his better judgement; he glanced back. She had gone back to her job clearing the table, a soft smile still hinting at her lips. Then, just before he looked away, her eyes flittered up, connecting briefly with his until the door shut behind him. Cutting off his view.

He sat on the couch, Finn next to him cursing over and over again at some calculator. Frowning, Klaus tapped his shoulder and gave him a look. "It's pissing me off, brother." Finn growled, low in his throat and Klaus shrugged leaning back.

"What is?" Klaus's ancient voice murmured, he was a man of few words, but when he spoke, it never stopped surprising Finn.

"Kol." He grumbled and Klaus tensed at the mention of the youngest brother. He was new, only been around for six hundred years, appose to Finn's seven hundred and fifty years and nowhere near Elijah's eight hundred. Although, Klaus had all of them beat at his two millennia.

"What is it?" Klaus asked, calmly and Finn shrugged, inhaling deeply.

"He's been fraternizing with the employees again and while I'm not one to judge, with my past. It's becoming a problem in paying the human women off." He grunted and Klaus nodded, not truly caring.

"If they pose a threat, you kill them." He states and a soft clucking of the tongue cut both men off as they looked over. Stark, cold fear slammed into Klaus, an emotion that was foreign to him as Caroline stood in the doorway. God, now she knew he was a monster. That tormented him and relieved him at the same time, it was a rather interesting mixture of emotions.

"Elijah needs you, Finn." She states simply, shrugging a shoulder. Klaus's eyes, traitorous, traitorous eyes dipped down to her cleavage. Damn her. Damn him. This girl in front of him proved that breasts could defy gravity. He'd seen those as big as hers, but only a handful had been natural and none defied the laws of physics. Fuck. Damn. Damn. Damn her.

Finn didn't move and Klaus realized that he wouldn't until Klaus left. His brothers and everyone else in this club had been walking on eggshells, all wondering when Klaus would have had enough and kill the fledging who was boarding on unprofessional, oh hell, it was unprofessional. Her comfortableness around him was insanity.

Klaus didn't move and neither did Caroline. With a deep sigh, Finn cast Klaus a long sideways glance, a warning. She was under the protection of the hierarchy and whether that included Klaus wasn't a huge interest of Finn's. Not that his younger brother could physically harm him, but he didn't know if he could fair against all three. Well, that was a lie, he could fair; he just didn't know if he'd want to.

Finn walked past Caroline giving her a glance as well. A wary one. Then he was gone and they were alone. She gave him a wide smile. "So you do talk and here I was beginning to think that you held no tongue." She laughs, before turning and leaving him alone with his thoughts.

•••

That night he walked downstairs and his eyes immediately sought her out. She was sweeping, hips swaying along to the beat of the music, subconsciously and her ass hit every note. He wanted to grab the globes and pull her roughly into his co-, "Klaus." Kol snapped him from his thoughts.

"What?" Klaus snapped, immensely angry. He shouldn't have left the bindings of his room. Men and women tensed in area while Kol stilled his pace, slightly. For the past month, there had been no incident. It's why he was allowed to walk freely. It took nearly two weeks for Elijah to even walk away from him for two minutes and for the past four days he's been allowed to walk alone, but he was edgy today and it wasn't good.

"Nothing, brother, I was merely greeting you." He explained, giving the older man a look.

"Well, greet elsewhere." He grumbled and Kol nodded before immediately leaving the room.

He leaned against the wall and cursed over and over again under his breath. Trying to control the demons rolling around in his body, cracking the remnants of a soul long buried. He was growling, lust was swarming through his iced veins. He needed blood. Now. Then like a bad dream he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. Vanilla and flowers hitting him, an intoxicating mixture, far more intoxicating than any blood he'd ever tasted.

"Klaus." She whispered gently and he said nothing. She was insane or just plain stupid. He couldn't tell, but before he could stop himself, he lunged. He needed to get rid of her. He needed to get this obsession out of his system. He roared animalistic growls, as he pinned her to the ground. Before he could rip her throat out with his fangs, something caused him to still. She wasn't fighting.

She was just lying there, her warm, soft body under his cold, hard one. Horror ripped through him and before he could move, he was blessedly thrown from her. He didn't fight his brothers as they tore him up the stairs. The last thing he saw before darkness, was brilliant shining emeralds blazing forgiveness.