0o Chapter 2 o0

"Caroline, I don't think it is safe," Stefan warned her in soft voice. "Haven't you read any newspaper? He is just a lunatic. You know people call him as the Hybrid because of his fickle nature," he tried to convince his best friend, colleague. Worry claimed his features when his friend thought of interacting with Klaus, the mobster. What was wrong with women? Wouldn't they want to live in peace? They would find one or the other way to get near to trouble.

Caroline laughed out, awkwardly. "Yeah, I know. I just want to talk to him, Stef," she brushed off. "A simple conversation is not a big deal—"

Stefan cut off her, "It is, Caroline."

"Look, he is different. His origins, parentage everything is obscure. According to me, he might have an inappropriate, disturbing childhood. That could be a reason for conscience lacking," she reasoned simply. "Maybe he had just shut down his feelings. And I think he only is having minute disorders, Stef. He can be curable."

Stefan gave it up. He exhaled out and raised his hands in surrender, "You are taking a risk."

Caroline bit her lip and grinned widely, "Trust me, it's worth. So, you will help me?" she asked with her bright eyes. Stefan smiled, impressed as well as anxious with her stunt. "Okay," he said a moment later.

She put a hand on his as she sipped in her coffee. "Thanks, a lot."

Stefan nodded. Brusquely he rubbed his palms together as he took his own coffee mug. "I will ask Damon to speak with Enzo—"

Caroline shook her head, "No that won't be necessary. I will go talk to Klaus directly. Enzo is your brother's friend, I know," she shrugged off her shoulders, "If something goes wrong, I don't want anyone of you Salvatore brothers in problem."

She remembered Enzo, one of Klaus' henchmen, talking to Damon about the Hybrid. Of course, she was there and that interested her a lot. Then she had started background work on Klaus. His dealings horrified her. Until then she had specifically no idea about what the mobsters deal with. And Klaus was ruling them all. She thought it was highly impossible to even glance at him. So she came for Stefan's help.

During her little adventure, Caroline wanted to make sure that no one gets hurt. Her enthusiasm shouldn't cost lives.

Stefan narrowed his eyes, "Then what sort of help you seek?"

Caroline replied, "Klaus' schedule." She sighed letting out an awkward laugh when Stefan rolled his eyes, "I know people like him doesn't have particular time-table. But—He will come to Detroit soon."

"Klaus told you?" Stefan scoffed.

Caroline scowled leaning back in her chair, "Enzo told Damon." Her friend huffed in response, "Fine. So you are planning to meet him during that visit."

Caroline threw himgrin. For few more days, she had to wait. Wherever he goes, she would find him.

...

"—Go to any corner of the world, I'll find you," he stroked her cheek lightly. "After all, you are my queen."

Caroline blinked. Klaus fetched her back to reality with a staining kiss. "I would never get a chance to avoid the mess I made, would I?" she muttered impassively when he started kissing her neck, biting softly.

"Three months, Caroline," he murmured pulling back and looked all over her face while he curled around her waist. "You must know that I really missed your warmth."

His eyes were raw, but they were seeking for some answers as well. "Why?" he asked.

She didn't speak. Turning her head aside she bit her lip.

"Of course, you'll not answer," Klaus muttered cupping her breast. "You should know that I'd always come for you. No matter what."

...

Caroline curled her fists into balls till the knuckles went white. And opened her palms then. She was playing like that to take her mind away. She tensed with the fact that she was going to see the Hybrid. It was union of excitement and anxiety.

Lights were dim; dancers were flirting with their men, teasing them with their hips. Despite the place she was in, Caroline wore a wiggle shape pencil dress; so that she didn't want trigger any problem. She had never been at such place before. Sort of slow and erotic music was playing in the background.

Her eyes slowly searched for comfort. Stefan who sat across her at the corner gave her assuring smile. She smiled back stiffly.

Suddenly the environment changed. Men were walking into the place. Of them, she recognized Klaus. He stopped at once and the men around him did the same. He gave one quick glance everywhere and looked at the dancers on the stage.

Caroline's pulse spiked up by watching the smirk on his face. He was cold. It made her feel like there was no part of humanity left in him.

Then again she slapped herself mentally for losing her positive attitude.Caroline Forbes, the optimist, she reminded.

His gaze met hers unexpectedly. Caroline froze when he titled head observing her from a distance. Ignoring screams in her head, she forced a smirk upon her face, and waved a hand at him. Although she tried to look like a flirt, it was more awkward. From that corner, Klaus raised his brows and gave one last glance before he made way towards his cabin.

Relief passed in her. When she glanced over Stefan, he was smiling widely, in fact laughing as he saw the whole scene. Caroline shot him a glare to shut his mocking.

She got up and sighed to him that she was going to Klaus. Meanwhile she saw two of Klaus' men coming towards her. One spoke, "Klaus wants your presence."

Caroline widened her mouth with the instant response. "Sure—um. Okay." And she thought dealing with him would include her blood and sweat.

Silently she followed them and ended in front of tinted glass cabin. The guard opened the door and she entered in. Caroline was cautious as she looked everywhere. His cabin wasn't decorated with bright bulbs everywhere. Lighting was dim and

Finally, her gaze fell upon the sofa where Klaus was sitting. He was observing her moves. Needless to say, she was shuddered to the core.

"Care to join me a drink?" he spoke raising his glass.

Caroline blushed when she found herself staring at him. Quickly she looked somewhere. "No, thanks. I'm fine," she mumbled.

She would faint now. It wasn't as easy as she thought.Don't faint, don't faint, she was mentally slapping herself. When she gazed at him, he narrowed his eyes leaning back on sofa. Caroline breathed out, "I just want to meet you."

"Uh huh?" he raised brows, watching her keenly. Amusement filled in eyes although he was clearly skeptical. "I assume we haven't met before, sweetheart."

She nodded, "Yeah, this is our first meeting. I'm just interested in your personality," she blurted.

Freaking fuck. It was definitely odd. She was relieved when she heard his chortle.

Klaus placed his glass on the table and ran a hand through his hair. "Who are you? Fan girl?" he grinned trying to suppress his laughter. Somewhat Caroline felt the burden dissolving. She mirrored his smile as she walked to him.

"Sort of," she replied.

...

He removed her trench coat with much ease. She didn't protest surprisingly. Instead, she whimpered when his hands were on her torso. "You missed me," he smirked, "Didn't you?" He didn't wait for an answer knowing that he would not get any.

Her eyes were dry, expression free. Klaus pinched the bridge of his nose, "I don't like when you wear pants Caroline."

She could calculate his mood. And that was not going to end well.

...

Klaus spun the revolver on her work desk. Caroline sat back quietly, gulping knots formed in her throat.

"So this is all just a game?" he muttered without looking at her. It was after she told him truth that she just wanted to know him, his thoughts on society. Unfortunately she didn't get to see that side of him, but in quash he started to have ideas of sexual pursuits towards her.

"No," she replied, "Klaus, I wanted to see another side of you, hidden one." He knew that she was genuine about her answer, but it wasn't going to prevent him from what he wanted to do. Klaus momentarily closed eyes and rubbed his forehead. "Did you get to see?" he asked.

Caroline shook her head, "No."

He opened his eyes back again, "Because there is no such part of me," he growled in low menacing voice. Once on his feet, Klaus marched towards her and yanked her off the chair. "You have been naughty girl, Caroline. I think it's time you to learn your lesson," he hauled her up on the desk.

"What the hell, Klaus?" she growled under gritted teeth trying to push him away.

Only if she was stronger than him.

"Well, I'm going to prove what I'm capable of, love. Have it," he grinned coldly while he attempted to undo her pants. Klaus pointed revolver up, "Scream again, everyone in this office dies," he warned making her silently cry. Caroline bit her lip to muffle her shrieks.

"Klaus, stop it. This brings no good. Please let it go," she begged and hated herself for being so reckless.

Warm tears leaked to her cheeks as he started to nibble skin on her neck. He ripped her blouse open popping all the buttons. Caroline yelped when he did like that. Klaus watched her with greedy eyes while touching her breasts and abruptly he removed her shirt.

She gave him a pleading look which he gladly ignored, "You shouldn't have messed with me, love."

With that cold statement, he unclasped her bra.

...

"I can't believe you came to this level, Caroline," he scoffed turning to her side. Caroline was blankly staring at the ceiling. She was completely worn out. For her it was like as if she had danced continuously for twenty-four hours. Every piece of her was aching in pain; especially he had concentrated on some spots.

And the worst part was he still had not gotten enough of her. He had given her sometime to recover.

"You put everything behind to live like this? Like a commoner," he mocked. "Even after tasting what it's like being on top."

Klaus recognized something attached to her chain. Her wedding ring.

"There you are," he whispered to that ring. He played with it for seconds before he pulled it above from her head. Separating the ring from her chain he slid it to her finger. "Now now it is back to the right place," he cooed blowing her one last kiss. One dominating kiss.

Then he pulled off covers and got up. He didn't mind walking without any piece of clothing on him.

"Why Klaus?" she asked making him to turn around.

Klaus raised his brows, completely unaware of what she was talking about. "Excuse me?"

"Why will you not let go off me?"

He gaped at her and took a moment to reply. "Because you are the one with whom I decided to spend my life."

Caroline closed her eyes when he shut the bathroom door with a loud thud.

...

She tried to forget everything. But she could feel his cold hands upon her.A nightmare, that's it. He is no more in your life, Caroline, she comforted. Caroline sat back in the sofa with her chin resting on her knees and her hands curled her legs. A week passed after that. She couldn't get over it.

He raped her in her office, and left her nonchalantly with sinister words. She was glad that her assistant acted quickly. Bonnie calmed her and brought back to her apartment. The bruises on her body were still fresh. He acted like a monster.

Then she heard a knock on the door. She moved at snail's pace. When she opened the door, she froze instantly.

"Hello, Caroline," Klaus wished with a bright smile.

A gasp escaped her lips before she tried to close the door on his face. But Klaus was fast and strong too. He stopped her from closing door, "No harm comes to you, love," he grumbled, "I only want to talk to you."

Caroline understood it was just waste to stop him. After all she had known him for two months. She backed away and walked towards sofa. Klaus mirrored her actions by sitting down beside her.

She didn't look at him which infuriated him. Minutes passed, none of them spoke.

"What do you want?" she asked giving up.

Klaus leaned back with a sigh, "Last time, I was out of my mind. Can't help it though," he said. It was obvious that there was no repentance in his voice. Caroline laughed bitterly in her mind. She kept distance between them, and she was attentive.

"I thought to get over you after that. But sadly I couldn't," he declared.

"So you want to rape me again?" she spat closer than she thought. His eyes froze, "Unless you want me to," he shot back. He met her glare, then. "Bastard," she growled in low voice.

He squinted at her, "That is the reason I like you, Caroline. You are fearless. You turn me on." Caroline shot him silent daggers. If looks could kill, Klaus would've changed into ashes.

"Well, I suppose then that's the end. Now get lost," she snapped.

"You do realize that I can make people suffer when they fight me," he rumbled, "Don't you, Caroline?"

"You do realize that I care less about what you do to me," she retorted in the same tone. He smiled with mischievous glint in his voice and bent forward to her side. She didn't move surprisingly.

"I will do no such thing to you physically, love. But I can make you suffer on my terms."

"What do you mean?"

"Let us say, I will kill everyone around you. Starting with Stefan or your parents or people of your home town?" he suggested as if they discussing pros and cons of a deal.

Caroline gasped, "You wouldn't."

Klaus threw her crooked look and entire time that wolfish grin played on his lips. "Is that a challenge?"

Challenge? It isn't a game, you son of a bitch! She wanted to yell, only if she could. She was at loss of words. People were right, Stefan was right about him. She shouldn't have stimulated him.

Klaus took out a velvet box from his pocket and placed it in her hand. She frowned. Why he was giving her a ring?

She opened it and found a ring: his name was engraved on the metal. Klaus.

"That is yours," he mumbled tracing her cheek with back of his fingers. "Thought it will remind everyone that you belong to me."

Her stomach churned up grasping what he implied. Caroline looked back at him in shock and disbelief. He gave a wicked grin.

"Let's marry."

...

"Ready for another round?" he asked mischievously after he washed face and jumped to her side of bed. "Like I have a choice," she replied distantly as she crawled on top of him. By that time Caroline got used to his cravings. Also he didn't like her acting as if it was forced upon her. So she knew what she had to do.

His expression varied immediately and he placed hands on either side of her waist. "You have a way with words, sweetheart," he murmured grimly and dragged her into a staining kiss. She yelped with he slowly filled her.

"Move," he smacked her on back. She winced but started to move in a slow rhythm. Everything felt like a dream to her. It didn't mean that she hadn't guessed him finding her. But she thought everything would end on the day he found her.

...

"Much better than first time," he grinned stroking her hair, "What do you say?"

They both were lying ontheir bed in his mansion. Caroline sighed but didn't say anything. Her face reddened with weariness and embarrassment. He put a finger under her chin and forced to look up at him, "Now that we got married, there is no need to hide things from me," he said almost softly. It melted her heart. She hated to admit herself that she loved his voice then. It made her feel that she was home.

Caroline wetted her lower lip and paused. Klaus placed nose into her hair and inhaled her scent. "Do not hesitate, love. You are free to share with me," he smirked as his hand traveled south, "And only me."

"You got what you want. Please don't hurt anyone of my people," she blurted, "I will stay calm, like you want me to."

She looked up right after and found him expressionless.

"From now on I'm what all you have. It'll be comforting if you embrace it."

Caroline pressed her lips into a thin line, "Will I ever get a chance to meet anyone of them?"

He simply shook head. "You don't understand, do you?" He responded looking somewhere as he stroked her hair, "I am making myself clear to you love. I hate if you get in contact with your past. This is the beginning of us and there will be only us."

"But—"

"—And I don't want you to set foot out of mansion." He cut her off sternly and strengthened his grip on her. "You'll not like the consequences."

Caroline gulped a swell formed in her throat thinking what kind of situation she interweaved around herself.

...

"Unbelievably tight," he grunted fetching her back to reality.

She hung down her head letting her hair fall on her face. His hands were occasionally pinching her nipples as he lost into his own world. He tried to get to up when she dug nails into his chest. He pulled her hair as result he earned a growl from her and claimed her lips.

It surprised her when he was soft. He wasn't harsh to her every time, just she didn't expect on that instant.

She wrapped legs around him abruptly when he pushed her on back and began moving in and out of her. Caroline was so lost into the moment that she actually threw hands around him and called out his name several times. She closed eyes, raked her nails down his back. He heard her moans.

Klaus took it as a sign of encouragement. And he didn't stop slamming into her till he met with her climax. Finally he collapsed on her.

Caroline got to catch her breath. She could literally see stars then. Her vision was clouded as she felt him pressing his lips against her neck. Their bodies were glistening with sweat when they drifted into slumber.

When Caroline opened her eyes she felt his presence beside her. He was sleeping with a satisfied smile on his face. Of course, he was pleased when he found her.

She lifted her hand to see her ring.

Shaking her head tiredly, she got up while trying not to wake him up. She wore his shirt while in time she reached for the door knob, she froze when heard him speaking.

"Again, Caroline? Maybe you're thinking that fifth time's a charm," he purred. Klaus didn't get any response from her as he made a way towards her wearing his boxers. "You should write a book with a title 'Victory will be mine' "

None of them had spoken for a minute and Caroline turned to him at last. He placed finger under her chin and forced her to meet his steady gaze.

"Give it up love," he said in a sick voice. "I hate this unnecessary blood spill you cause." Klaus cupped her face much soft this time and she knew what that meant. After all she had seen him for closely. "You have no one left out there except Stefan and your parents," he murmured against her lips. He tugged her lower lip with his teeth. "I don't think you like them dead now, do you?"

Caroline clamped her jaws together. Her eyes were dry as she shook head.

***WYB***

That night Caroline stood in the veranda of their mansion. She was staring down at the people who got lost into the world of celebration; dancing on the roads while the jazz was playing in the background. There was time in the past when she was just like them; young and carefree. Nothing had ever troubled her.

But then she was a wife, a responsible wife to the mad king. She could not do anything except staring at the people.

His footsteps closed her then. Keeping her in the place, Klaus put his hands on either side of her upon balustrade such that her back was against his front and his chin rested on her shoulder.

His musky cologne was slowly surrounding her.

But then Caroline was tensed up with the fact that she was going to share with him. She was preparing her mind for another abortion although she hated it. He didn't say anything for at least a minute.

"This is one of the reasons why I like New Orleans," he breathed against her. "People are completely unaware of the truth," one of his hands made way from her navel to her breasts. He continued while his hand gently molding one of it, "They are too muddled to differentiate between right and wrong."

Caroline listened to him with some light in the head. Silence enveloped them after that and Klaus broke it, "You've changed," he stated separating from her. He made her face him. Caroline's brow wrinkled in bewilderment.

He narrowed eyes watching her carefully, "Your body has changed," he clarified. "Is there anything I should know?"

His wife was in daze as he was so familiar with her body that he was very keen about even minute changes within her. Caroline sucked her lip inside before she decided to confirm it.

"It's time to see doctor, Klaus," she mumbled, "I'm pregnant."

Klaus stared at her casually and touched her curls, "Very good, sweetheart. I was just waiting for that."

Caroline could not hide her surprise, "You were waiting?" she muttered in disbelief.

Klaus shrugged off his shoulders in a response. A smile appeared on her lips after a long time, "Can I have this baby?"

Her husband observed her excitement. He mirrored her smile even though it was not as natural as hers. "We will," he declared and pulled her into a kiss. He bit her lip earning a moan.

"After all every king needs heir," he pressed lips on her slowly forming frown.

Caroline couldn't predict what was going in his cold mind, but all she could see was that a kid in her hands in coming future.

Yeah, she didn't want to care about anything.

Whatever maybe his reason, after such a long time she had actually smiled.