The bathroom door opens and a puff of steam goes out, along with a guy with a glorious body that is only wrapped by a towel around the hips. He pushes his damp chestnut brown hair off his forehead and grins at Caroline on the bed. To anyone but himself, puncture wounds on his neck are clearly visible. Well, Caroline did compel him to barely notice it. He says as he walks over to end of the bed. I didn t know you smoke.
I haven t smoked until now. Caroline replies, observing the sizzling end of the cigarette. Why didn t I? It brings such an amazing feeling.
The guy sits on the bed. Well, you re gonna have to buy some more of those, since that s my last pack.
She ignores his remark. She takes a drag. As she talks, smoke comes out of her mouth. I guess I was too uptight. Detested the smell and the people who smoke.
He gently pulls on the blanket covering Caroline s body, revealing her creamy body in only her lacy black bra and underwear. She watches his eyes hungrily roam her body but feels nothing for him. While he s a great fuck and his blood even greater, she feels nothing but done with him. She just needs to do one last thing.
With her cigarette in one hand, her other one closes on the guy s chin and pushes it away as she bites on his neck, drinking in his blood. The guy, compelled to repress his vocal and violent reactions, only just has his eyes to show his terror. She pulls back and watches his eyes as he sees her vampiric look fangs out, protruded veins and dark eyes. She takes in his look of terror before leaning to continue her feeding when a knock on the door fills the air. She tries to ignore it. Her mouth is centimeters away from his neck when the person on the other side of the door speaks.
Room service. He says.
She sits up, taking a drag on her cigarette. Did she order room service? She doesn t remember. For a fleeting moment, she considers that her frinds may have found her already. But she buries the thought when she remembers leaving false leads for them to follow. Information that leads on the other side of the country.
Oh, hell. It wouldn t hurt to accept room service. It might be a lobster on a silver platter and, more importantly, a bottle of champagne. She pats the guy on the shoulder, Half a mo, and stands up from the bed, pulling the blanket with her. While she wraps the blanket around her chest, she looks through the peephole of the door and sees that it is indeed a hotel staff with a cart.
With her unoccupied hand, she opens the door, amused by the fazed expression of the waiter at her appearance.
I, uh... He hesitates as his gaze lands on the silk blanket subtly slipping down her chest, revealing the upper half of her bra.
Caroline watches him, finishing up her cigarette. Let it out, boy, or you won t get any tip.
I have room service from a fellow guest of the hotel. He says.
That s when Caroline s body stiffens. Her hand snatches the white card that s perched against the silver bucket of the champagne on the cart.
Something to liven up your lousy sex with that human, love.
Up until Enzo, there has been only one person in her life who would call her love. And while there had been some sugestions that Enzo may have the hots for her, as Stefan had once pointed out, she doubts it very well that it s him who sent this. Caroline s jaw slacks in shock and impulsly shoves the waiter away from the door and moves to slam it shut but is stopped by a single hand closing in on the edge of it. She drops her hold on the cigarette and the blanket, letting them fall on the floor and uses both of her hands to force close the door but is inevitably defeated.
The door flies wide open, sending Caroline on the floor.
The guy on the bed runs to her aid, Hey!
But she pushes his hands away from her and glares at the new presence in the room as she stands up on her own. Sure enough, it s Klaus.
Klaus smirks at the sight of her in her undergarments but makes no remark of it. He bends down and retrieves the lit cigarette in the hardwood floor and stubs it on the table beside him. He walks over to the guy, using his vamp speed to holding him by the neck against the wall in a flash. He says, in compulsion, You will leave this hotel, taking that pathetic waiter in the hallway with you. You will forget this ever happened. You will forget the pretty blonde that gave you the second glance last night. Then he drops him and barely pays attention as the boy runs away in fright. His attention is on the female vampire attempting to leave the room, too, before he flashes in between the door and her. Don t even consider it, darling.
Caroline glares at him but knows very well that she could never outrun him. Fine. She snaps. Have it your way, then. She may drop the hopeless attempts of escaping but she will not for a second longer give him the satisfaction of seeing her in just her bra and underwear. She walks over to the couch and pulls the fluffy white robe she left there the night before. She pulls it on, tying the cotton rope securely around her waist. Why are you here, Klaus?
He watches her walk over to the nightstand and light up another cigarette, an impatient and irritated look on her face. Even if her in that exquisitely sexy undergarments and the exposed creamy skin of hers that he s begging to feel under his fingertips is quite the introduction, he disregards every comment in his mind that he s reeling to retort. It s not why he s here, no matter how much it reminds him of that fateful day in the forest. Why, I came to join the party, love. He says coolly. You seem to be having quite a bit of fun with that mundane, though I don t understand how or why.
She rolls her eyes and takes a drag on her cigarette. As fun as threesomes go, I don t think watching boy-to-boy action is my kind of party. She hasn t spoken to or heard of him since she had sex with. Though they certainly didn t deal with the morning after, the weeks after is still just as unsettling.
He laughs at her words. Pity. He mumbles, riding along with her joke. He watches her smoke as she sits on the edge of the bed, with her leg crossed over the other, swinging in the air. Her robe may cover her body well now, but her sexily tousled, loose curls and her sparkling blue eyes are enough to penetrate unspeakable thoughts in his mind. Still, the greater part of him admires her as he is reminded by the sophisticated beauty of old-timey Hollywood actresses, with her dramatic way of letting smoke out of her luscious, cherry-colored lips. He didn t anticipate this great need of restraint upon seeing her again. For a girl who pounced on yours truly out in the open in the woods, I would ve guessed you are up to any kind of fun, at this point.
She scoffs. Please. I may have put out on you once but it s pretty much a long shot that it ll happen again.
You might need to rethink that notion. Klaus smirks.
Bite me. Caroline snaps at back him.
It s a youthful retort and Klaus finds himself greatly amused by it. Well, I would, if you would give me the honors. I can imagine how...tasteful your blood must be.
Caroline narrows her eyes at him, the ignored cigarette sizzling rapidly between her fingers. She had heard how intimate and passionate blood-sharing could be, but she could never try it, not with Tyler and his werewolf venom. But with the way Klaus looks and the way he s looking at her, she couldn t help the tempting visions in her mind. Klaus looks just as he always does all dark and mysterious with his black Henley shirt that hangs off of his torso really well or his jeans that fit him in all the right places. She couldn t keep her attention off of his confident stance like he owns every ground he walks on or the stubble on the lower half of his angular face that is only scruffy enough for it to be sexy. She remembers how it brushed roughly on her skin as he showered her body with kisses. And those eyes...piercing blue orbs that have the power to weaken her knees in a glance, depending on the moment.
No.
She can t think of him that way. Not now. Maybe not ever.
You left a couple of murders on the other side of the country before flashing away, leaving false trails for your friends to get their hopes up for. Quite clever of you, sweetheart. He smirk at her before he looks out through the water drops of the glass window, to the streets far below him, wet because of the rain. He hums, I think Seattle needs a girl like you. You can erase the glumness of this city into oblivion. All that raining...so depressing.
She s not even surprised that he didn t fall for her lies. Regaining her cool fa ade, she tries again, What are you really doing here, Klaus?
I came for you, of course. He answers simply and truthfully.
What made you come for me? She asks, stubbing the end of her cigarette in the ash tray on the nightstand and standing up. And how did you even find me, for crying out loud?
Caroline, Klaus says softly, I heard about your mother.
Caroline s expression drops. Of course. Her friends would blab about this to him. They were so goddamn eager on getting rid of this man and they just came running for him when she lost it. Ridiculous. She paces the room, her back on him. She couldn t even face him.
Klaus whispers, I m so sorry, love, because he really is. He came for her, to make it all better. He will do everything in his power to make her feel good again.
She stands close to him in a flash and shoves him with all of her might. He s barely moved by it, despite the surprise. His hands close around wrists gently but she pries them away from him.
Don t! She screams. She expected tears to accommodate her overwhelming feeling but that s not the case. She can t cry. She hasn t cried. I don t want you feeling sorry for me! Don t pity me!
Klaus heart breaks for the distraught look on her angelic face that s usually so full of light. Truthfully, he had hoped that she turned her humanity off because he doesn t want her to deal with this kind of heartbreak. This is a pain greater than every method of torture there is losing someone you love. I don t pity you. He says softly. Your misery is affecting me. Caroline, if you re not happy, then I am not.
His words are full of sincerity but Caroline tries her best not to relent. Is that why you re really here? Huh? Or are you trying to do Elena and Bonnie and Stefan and the others a favor by bringing me back to my type-A, uptight self? I am not Elena and turned off my humanity switch. I have feelings, only they are not the same as before I am not the same as before. And I won t be the same again! She shouts, words coming out of her like hand grenades, ready to explode and hurt him. So, news flash, even the great Niklaus Mikaleson can t bring me back!
Caroline. He steps slowly towards her but she steps back so he stops. He takes a deep breath. I ll admit that I have made it my quest to bring you back, giving my word to Elena Gilbert and Bonnie Bennett, of all people, but...if this is who you are now, I will not go against your choice. I will not make you do something you don t want. If you have changed then I m more than willing to just accept it.
Caroline stares at him for a long time. Her insides soften upon hearing this. Truthfully, she didn t let her friends help because they couldn t accept the new version of herself. They want the old Caroline, the one who was full of life and bursting with humanity, the one who was tirelessly at her friends beck and call. They haven t accepted the fact that that s not her anymore. That girl s gone. The new Caroline is for once since turning into a vampire, going to actually care about what she wants and meeting her friends standards is far away from her mind. But apparently her inhibitions are far away from her mind also because she suddenly grabs Klaus shoulders and crashes her lips against his.
It takes Klaus a moment to respond but when he does, he wraps his arms around and pushes her up against the wall, his body flushed against hers as he moves his lips against hers. He pours all of his built up feelings for her into that kiss because unlike before, this one has more passion in it. He could feel his every inch of his body tingling with anticipation of what s about to happen. He is suddenly overwhelmed by feelings that he can t remember ever feeling for anyone else. She has the greatest amount of effect on him that he is entirely powerless even with her softest touch. But the sensible part of him surfaces in his mind and reminds him that this is not the best time to do this. Caroline may be a changed person but she sure as hell is not thinking straight. She is generated by grief and anger and unlike Klaus, her own sensible part is pretty much nonexistent at the moment.
Klaus, using all of his strength, pulls his lips away from her, his hands on her waist and pushes her away slightly, just enough for their gazes to meet. Caroline, he says, his heavy breathing causing his chest to brush against hers.
Caroline shakes her head pulls at his neck with one hand and the other at his shirt in her fist. She presses her lips against his again, needing that touch from him because it s the liveliest thing she had felt in weeks. She had spent being drunk on booze, blood and sex around the country, jumping from one major city to another, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. But this...Klaus kiss is the only one that actually ignites her nerves, sending her needing desperate for more. Much to her dismay, though, his hand cups her jaw and pushes her gently away.
Slow down, love. He mumbles, his hot breath hitting her skin, sending her shuddering slightly. He doesn t dwell on the reaction and let it distract him. We don t
You don t wanna? She asks coyly. He just buries his face in her neck, letting out a chuckle. She couldn t help but sense that it s full of frustration, too. Her hand sneaks under his collar and slides on the bare skin of his shoulder. She smirks at the goosebumps erupting in the trail of her touch. She leans over to his ear and whispers, her lips brushing against it, This doesn t the least bit turn you on? Her other hand moves down his chest, reaching his belt and sneaks under his shirt, tracing his bare waist. This doesn t make you want me right here, right now?
Oh, it does. He pulls his head up, his fact centimeters away from hers. You are killing me with your featherlight touch, my dear.
Then what s holding you back? She asks before she brushes her lips on his neck. His skin vibrates under her lips as he groans.
With all of his willpower, Klaus flashes away from her, stepping a few yards away. He watches Caroline s shocked face and says lowly, I don t want to take advantage of you.
His rash action of pulling away surprised Caroline but his reason for doing so surprises her even more. She knows that Klaus can be a gentleman if he wants to. She had experienced it firsthand numerous times. She knows he has it in him but she didn t expect his restraint from this, from her. Problem is, she doesn t have that restraint right now. She doesn t have the will to hold back. She wants to feel something passionate and only he could give that to her. She argues, But you re not. She steps closer to him. I want this, probably more than you.
Klaus looks down and chuckles hoarsely. When he looks up, he says, I m afraid that s not possible.
She smirks a little. You re not taking advantage of me. Her smirk widens when Klaus finally gives in, succumbing to his emotions and desires, and pulls her to him by the waist. She could feel her insides flutter when he kisses her again, her hand running up on the back of his head, burying in his sandy blonde locks. His long fingers pull at tie of her robe, undoing it. His hand slides up on the silky skin of her stomach and waist, eliciting a moan from her against his mouth. Soon, his hands slide up her shoulders and push the plush robe off her frame. She expected him to roughly pull her against him, rip her undergarments into shreds in a matter of seconds. But no, his hands just run up and down her frame, relishing her bare skin. She couldn t believe it. He s being gentle and slow about this. Not for long, though.
She uses her vampire features and pushes him to the bed, climbing on top of him. Her knees on either of his hips bury deep in the mattress as she leans down on his body. Her hands close on his collar and pull at it, ripping open his shirt. He groans as the cold air and her bare skin hit his torso. He sits up, wrapping his arm around her waist, his other hand undoing her bra. Caroline uses the opportunity to push his shirt off his shoulder and roam her hands on his skin, with a rough scratch of her fingernails.
Caroline is not an idiot. She knows this is not the most practical and sensible thing to do right now but it sure as feels damn good anyway. For now, that s enough.
