Chapter 2: Sense and Stake-ability

Author's note: Between the unsettling Steroline sibling sex and Klaus recycling his pick-up lines, I decided it was time to hide under the covers in a fetal position in this universe I created until things make sense again. Also, I needed a boost after a series of agent rejections for an original project I spent more than a year perfecting. But mostly because I feel that TVD never addressed certain controversial events well (or at all), this is my way of handling it for them. This one got away from me a bit.

Warning: Darker themes discussed. Some violence. Also, inappropriately timed smut.

"I have not wanted syllables where actions have spoken so plainly."
― Jane Austen,Sense and Sensibility

The splintered bar stool leg slid easily into the vampire's flesh, parting the pale skin with barely a whisper. His dark brow furrowed in confusion as he stared down at the makeshift stake, as though confused by its purpose. His veins rose to the surface, silvering his skin in the afternoon sun. Before his wretched soul left behind his decaying body, Caroline's steel blue eyes caught his gaze and she declared, "The Mystic Falls sheriff sends her regards, Damon." It was unclear whether her final words registered with the vampire before he met his end — no matter — vengeance was hers.

"I suppose this is what I can expect by rudely appearing at your doorstep unannounced." Klaus' confident footsteps echoed across the paver stones as he walked into Caroline's back yard.

Not bothering to glance at her surprise visitor, she continued staring at the decomposing vampire currently skewered to her fence. "I was just settling some business."

Klaus arched a questioning eyebrow as he recognized the pitiful remains. "I'm curious, love, what business did you have with Damon Salvatore?"

Grimly, Caroline replied, "My business wasn't so much with that vampire as it was about him. A few months ago, the sheriff of Mystic Falls came to see me. She had learned that Damon had compelled and assaulted her teenage daughter. Understandably, she was devastated. And furious." She clenched her fists in anger as she continued to glare at the corpse before her. "The poor woman was dying of cancer and this sick bastard, who had befriended her, offered to give her a eulogy that focused on how wonderful her daughter was. I cannot fathom the deviant mind that could reconcile that insulting, hollow gesture."

Klaus was thoughtful for a moment as he pulled her toward his body, enveloping her in his reassuring warmth. "The time I spent in Mystic Falls was brief, but I did have the misfortune to interact with this pathetic excuse for a vampire on more than one occasion. Had I known the depths of his depravity, I would have dispatched him myself ages ago."

Caroline sighed, rubbing his forearms, soothingly. "I don't mind being used as an instrument of vengeance in this case. The woman had been distraught, but she also was very clear in her need for him to suffer before he met his end." She pursed her lips as she studied the body before them. "Although it's possible that I went too far."

"Sweetheart," Klaus began, hugging her tightly, "Please don't doubt yourself. He was a reprehensible creature that deserved his fate."

"Actually, my concern stems from the force of my magical staking." Caroline observed the body more closely and huffed, "Damn it, I bet I'll have to replace the fence."

Laughing heartily, Klaus pulled her toward the stone fire pit where they sat on the wide ledge, basking in the warmth. "You are too delightful for words." He kissed the top of her golden head, caressing her shoulders. "I must admit, I find myself quite curious as to what sort of torture you deemed satisfactory for Mr. Salvatore."

Caroline shivered at his touch, suddenly finding herself craving a more carnal embrace. "I cursed him so his penis would shrink an inch each month," she explained, shifting her body to trail kisses up Klaus' flexing bicep. "I 'influenced' his dreams so he would feel the need to seek out my assistance. Upon his arrival, I told him that I could help." She shrugged her shoulders casually, "Perhaps he should have been more specific about the type of help he sought."

"Indeed," Klaus murmured, flashing in front of her to crouch in between her knees. His hands caressed her thighs as they bunched the gauzy blue material of her skirt. "I intend to be quite specific in my dealings with you, sweetheart." Grasping her thighs firmly, he commanded, "Open wide for me, love." Smirking, he dipped his head down, adding, "I require room to work."

Caroline ran her fingers through his dirty blonde curls, gently tugging on the ends. She shuddered as he licked a slow, seductive trail along her ivory skin, flattening his tongue as he came closer to her throbbing center. Upon reaching her panties, he held his tongue against her cotton-covered opening, tasting her trickling juices. When she began to rock her hips against the warmth of his tongue, he growled and began nibbling at her hidden trembling folds. "Klaus," she moaned, increasing the thrust of her hips, "I need you," she added breathlessly.

Klaus raised his head momentarily, his dimples deepening. "Patience, sweetheart. What your sweet little pussy wants and what it actually needs is my specialty. Permit me to demonstrate." He ducked back down, resuming his exquisite torture with his teeth, nipping at her delicate skin over her panties. He unsheathed his fangs, sliding a pointed end underneath the elastic, cleanly slicing through the cotton barrier.

Caroline gasped as his fingers darted forward to spread her folds wide, delighting in the feeling of his tongue thrusting insistently into her moist center. As he relentlessly lapped at her essence, his hands made their way to her ass, pulling her tender flesh away from the cool stone and firmly against him. She wrapped her hips around him, wanting no barrier against the desire that was building between them. She rutted against his beautiful face, savoring the rough pinching of his fangs as he pricked her sensitive skin.

Droplets of blood welled within the shallow scratches of her inner thighs, and with a growl, Klaus' eyes shaded to gold as he feverishly lapped at her life force. "Your delectable blood is perfumed with the overwhelming scent of your arousal, love. I've never had better," he declared, pushing her back against the rock ledge and hastily unzipping his jeans. With a grunt, he sheathed himself within her welcoming core, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Caroline cried out in ecstasy as he consumed her with his powerful strokes, pulling out momentarily to rub the feather-soft skin of his erection against her sopping folds. "Please, please," she begged, "make me come." She arched into him, angling her hips.

Gazing down at her writhing body, Klaus rumbled, "Let me give you what you need." Grasping his head, he slid it against her twitching clit, making her vibrate with need. "That's it," he cooed, "Look at how it dances for me." A few more insistent swipes with his slick head and he groaned, plunging his cock back into her delightful warmth.

She stilled against him, clenching around his pulsing member. "So good," she purred, panting slightly.

Klaus grit his teeth as her body continued to squeeze his sweat-soaked flesh, milking his arousal as it poured forth until he was spent. As he gathered her into his arms once more, properly sated by their amorous interlude, he glanced at the dreary corpse still pinned to the fence row. "Tell me, sweetheart, how long did Mr. Salvatore wait before he sought you out for his little problem?"

Chuckling, she revealed, "Damon turned out to be rather stubborn. When he finally approached me, he was as smooth as a Ken doll."

"Really?" Amused, Klaus asked, "And when did you first curse him?"

"Two months ago," Caroline impishly replied.