Many thanks to my beta Anastasia Dreams. Her assistance and support are invaluable!
Summary :
She knew that she was running deep into his veins and now she was feeling the same primal need. He was all she could feel and taste. He had become her addiction and no matter how much she tried to fight it she had no other options left. Their bond was unbreakable… for love might be forever but blood is eternal.
General information:
For this story Klaus returns to Mystic Falls because Caroline desperately needs his help. In this world Klaus lives in New Orleans but the "I want to be King" story and anything that includes the unfortunate idea of the pregnancy and everything and anyone remotely connected with it don't exist.
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Warnings:
Dark themes and themes of addiction. Rated M.
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Disclaimer:
Own nothing
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Previously in
Part i : Your blood is calling me
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"It's like your blood is calling me," she said in a whisper that caused all color to escape from his features.
His lips twisted.
The more details she was revealing to him the more concerned and upset was becoming. This couldn't be happening. No.
Not to her. Not to his Caroline. Because if what he was thinking was true then Caroline was now his. In a way that would never break. Irrevocably and forever his.
And she would despise him for it.
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Part ii : Sins of Blood
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And I spilled someone's blood
I broke someone's heart again
So let in the light, turn me to dust
If it don't end in bloodshed, dear,
It's probably not love.
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His blood was calling her she had said and this was not the first time he had heard something like that.
Poland 1358
Klaus looked at his sister with irritation.
She was nursing her beloved relatively newborn vampire like she was his maid. In any other case he would kill him and dagger her but lately Rebekah had befriended some quite powerful witches and with Mikael constantly on their trail he needed all the alliances he could get and his little sister could help him gain those witches favor. But she was testing his bloody patience!
He paced in front of the bed glaring at her while she caressed the hair of her new lover boy.
Kol had found him in a tavern less than a year ago. He was newly turned and he was on a blood murdering spree. Kol had found a new kindred spirit for his debauchery and perversions and, unfortunately, Rebekah had found a new love interest. She was stupid enough to even blood share with him!
Everything went downhill after that. He had become attached to his sister's blood and she was letting him constantly feed on her. An Original allowing a baby vampire to treat her like a commoner. She wasn't just letting him bed her, but was also giving him access to her blood like she was his personal blood slave. His own sister stooping so low!
He should have paid attention to the signs sooner, but his sister's idiocy always bored him to no end.
Now he could see that Philip had been changing ever since he started feeding on Rebekah. He became more aggressive and hostile. He became more savage when he fed from humans and he could only sate his hunger through his sister. The idiot had turned into a mad man that would even sell his soul for a drop of his sister's blood.
He looked as his sister worriedly attended the man that was now sleeping on her bed. She had been trying to give him less and less of her blood everyday in hopes that he would get detached, but it wasn't working. If anything it looked like Philip was on the edge of desiccation.
The man opened his eyes and looked at his sister with pain.
She sighed and brought her wrist over his mouth.
As Philip was about to lunch off her arm, Klaus sped over to them and broke his neck.
"Klaus!" Rebekah exclaimed.
"This is getting ridiculous!" he yelled at her and dragged her away from the room.
Rebekah pushed him away and glared at him.
"He needs me!" she protested.
"What he needs is a stake through his heart!" Klaus said looking at her with disgust. She was weak. She was letting her emotions cloud her judgement.
"No! You won't do this! I will find a solution! There has to be a way!" she begged him.
Klaus rolled his eyes and Rebekah looked at him in despair.
"What am I supposed to do? Nothing works Nik! He can't even drink from humans anymore. He says their blood tastes different. That only my blood is calling him," she whispered and looked at him in a way that he hadn't seen on her in centuries. She was looking at him like she did when they were human. When she was afraid and was coming to him for help.
Klaus went near her and swept a falling tear from her eye with his fingers.
"Then show him some mercy sister. Take him out of his misery," he told her and left her alone.
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Caroline looked at him and she could swear that this was the first time that she could see terror in his face.
His look was enough to petrify her and momentarily stun her in a way that made her forget her hunger for a moment.
She had known him for a while and if there was something that she knew for certain it was that Niklaus Mikaelson was never terrified. Klaus could get upset, even look semi scared over a certain outcome that would be messing with some of his Machiavellian plans, but true fear was never an emotion that could claim him.
If Klaus was scared then she was in deep trouble.
"You said that when you are drinking blood it tastes different?" she heard his voice faintly asking her and she absentmindedly nodded. His tension seemed to numb her and she flinched when she heard him cursing in a low voice. What was happening?
What was happening to her that made Klaus react like this?
"Since when exactly has this been happening? Even the slightest infinitesimal change in the taste of blood…even if it was just in a single drop! Remember Caroline! It is important!" he all but growled. This time he seemed to need an answer from her more than ever.
She looked at him with confusion and then the color drained from her face. Behind Klaus there was a mirror and even she could see that now she looked even paler. But in that mirror the only thing that she could really see was pieces of a puzzle slowly moving and uniting.
"Months," she said as realization hit her hard.
She remembered the first time she had tasted his blood. The taste was divine. It felt like heaven had erupted and bloomed into her mouth and when she had drunk human blood the next day it somehow tasted different. Just a little bit. She didn't pay any attention back then and it didn't last long. After a few days, the blood started tasting the same again. So she completely forgot about it. She forgot about it until…
"Since the beginning, since the first time," she said and then she blinked in fear and looked at him like she was seeing a ghost "but it became permanent since…" she felt faint and took a step back.
"Since when love?" he insisted and then he saw her swallowing in fear.
She raised her bright eyes and locked her gaze with his.
"Ever since the last time I fed from you," she said with trepidation and took some steps away from him like she was electrocuted.
He closed his eyes at that and he felt his heart beating faster and faster.
Caroline put her hand on her mouth as realization was dawning fast in her mind.
"After I fed from you I have been needing more blood, oh my God!" she whispered.
"And…and…" she couldn't breath.
"It started tasting different, the human blood, a little bit every day…God!" she panicked and looked around, everywhere but him, in a way that showed that she had lost her balance. She was on the verge of hyperventilating.
Klaus looked at her eyes that shone bright in the dark lighted room. Every word that was slipping from her lips was confirming his suspicions even more. Scratch that. Suspicions? They seemed more like facts now.
"Oh my God, I kept thinking of your blood… oh God!" she exclaimed as she was starting to panic even more.
"Caroline, sweetheart calm down," he said in a soft tone.
"Calm down? Calm down?" she screamed at him and then went to him and pushed him hard, but he didn't budge. All her judgement gone. She wanted to hurt him. To hurt him bad!
"For months I have been spacing out thinking of your blood! It's okay I used to say. It is just that weird thing that happens with vampires and blood and the damn libido that is always sky high even with the devil incarnate but I didn't think! I…And then I had to drink the one blood bag after the other to make those thoughts go away and you are asking me to calm down!" she screeched and pushed him back again, but this time he grabbed her hands and gave her a look of warning.
He could feel her anger passing through him and igniting his own rage, but as he saw tears shining in her eyes all of his anger vanished at once.
This wasn't her fault. Nothing was her fault. If anything it was him. If it wasn't for him and his plans for vengeance and his loss of control he would have never have brought Caroline into those life and death situations to begin with. She would have never been forced to drink from him. She wouldn't be suffering right now like this and for that he was in pain too. But he would be a hypocrite if he said that he wasn't regretting those times. No matter how hard he was trying to feel remorse. He wished he could say that he was sorry, but deep down he wasn't. If it wasn't for the first time she was in desperate need of his blood then he wouldn't have seen her. Truly seen her that is. He would have passed her by and no matter what happened afterwards he would never regret getting to know and to fall for Caroline Forbes.
As for the second time. He would always regret the moment he had hurt her, but he would never regret the moment he had finally admitted to himself that he wanted her in his life. He would never forget her words and the hope that he once again got in his life. She was his anchor to sanity and an insane mind like his would never regret that moment. Ever.
"What have you done to me?" she yelled in rage as she freed her hands from his hold and hit him on the chest. He growled at that, but he refrained from restraining her again since he could see that behind that rage fear had found refuge in her heart and was crippling her.
He heard her heart rate increasing and he felt her strength multiplying as she immediately pushed him again. Caroline was never such a violent person, not to that extent, so he realized that she was losing control again and this time it was fueled by wrath which combined with her hunger would make it even more difficult –if not impossible– to calm her down.
But then he flinched as he saw her falling over the edge again. How could he forget even for a moment that Caroline was stumbling between her world and insanity constantly?
He noticed that veins had started pulsing under her eyes and he couldn't allow her to lose her control now so he grabbed her from her shoulders with an impossible speed that not even her vampire senses could comprehend. Her vampire side emerged in full force at that and his fingers buried into her skin forcefully.
His eyes turned yellow and the alpha male in him took charge. He was still certain that her survival instincts were present. She had regained her control moments before so she could again. She desperately needed answers and solutions from him because she was a fighter and a survivor; so now he would have to scare her enough to make sure that her rage would be subdued by her fear and her fear would be born by her need to survive against a natural enemy. Right now, Caroline was driven by rage, which was one of the most dangerous vampire emotions. She was driven by her instincts so he would have to provoke the one he needed in order to make her get back in control.
She hissed at him as the blue of her eyes started leveling out into a different, darker, shade that was turning into a crimson flaming color like the blood moon in a clear night sky.
He brought her closer and his fangs extended. His whole body tensed up as if he was going to attack her. His posture sent warning signals to her.
Vampires were hunters, but they were still the prey for hybrids and werewolves. He only hoped that Caroline's primal instincts of self-preservation were stronger than her blood lusted induced rage.
"Remember who you are attacking little vampire!" he snarled at her.
"Regain control or make your move," he growled into her ear and his grip became so hard that it almost broke her bones, but she didn't relent. Her nails found their way to the tendons of his lower arms and she tried to scratch the leather of his jacket of in order to attack and damage the flesh of her enemy.
He shook her violently when she snapped at him with lethal intent so he attacked her by shoving her back to the wall behind them. Due to the severe impact of their bodies with the hard surface plaster fell over from the walls creating dust that rose all around them. In between what seemed like a cloud of smoke from the ruins of the wall he grazed his fangs over her neck without breaking her skin.
This sense of familiar danger seemed to shake her and he smirked with his head still buried into the soft curve of her neck. It was a fear installed deep in her from the last time he had bitten her.
He hated that a part of Caroline was so afraid of him that her fear was enough to shake her out of her animalistic condition, but the predator in him felt like he had claimed a part of her like that. She knew that he could subdue and possess her anytime he wanted and the werewolf inside him was emerging with need. How much more even now that he was present.
Knowing that such a strong woman like her could feel his superiority deep in her nature was a contradicting emotion of pride and need. The need a wolf felt when he wanted to claim his mate. And then again he also knew that Caroline's true strength lay elsewhere. It was internal and it was able to subdue even him at any moment she wished, but for that she needed to be in control and now she wasn't.
He breathed deeply, taking her scent in and he lifted his head.
He lowered his forehead to hers and they both breathed deeply as his golden hues were locked with her bloody ones. Veins danced on both of their faces. In any other situation they would either try to kill each other or he would ravish her on the spot…while they would still be trying to kill each other.
"Remember me," he whispered to her as their wills clashed. It was a mix of desire and order. She stayed still and breathed him in. It was her nature fighting to keep control, but also losing exactly because his nature was stronger.
Soon enough he saw her vampire eyes changing back and her blue eyes looking at him with a mix of awe and surprise. Once he was certain that she was back again his eyes turned back too and his fangs disappeared.
They stood there for a moment before he saw her licking her lips and gulping uneasily.
He stared at her lips for a moment and then he let her go and she stumbled back. He straightened his jacket and looked at her seriously, not allowing himself to show her how deeply that moment had affected him too.
As if this outburst of hers never happened, he casually shed the wall dust from his clothes and he went and sat on her bed.
"There might be a chance you have developed a form of blood addiction," he informed her casually.
She stood there, balancing between logic and insanity and still not believing what had happened just moments before. It was as if she hadn't heard him and then she finally blinked.
"A what?" she furrowed her brow as she became increasingly more confused.
He remained silent, giving her the time she needed to process what he just said and then he saw her eyes brighten with the dreadful realization.
"A bl-blood…" she stuttered before she pursed her lips.
She looked at him as if he was the worst thing she had ever seen before in her life.
"You have got to be kidding me!" she accused him and looked at him with anger as she realized what he meant by blood addiction…blood addiction to his blood, he meant…she was addicted to…him?
"Please tell me that you are kidding!" she pleaded with him while knowing that he would never joke at a moment like this.
"I am afraid I am not in a joking mood right now, sweetheart," he said sardonically as he raised his eyebrow. He smirked as he saw her puffing and huffing irregularly like she was ready to gauge out his eyes. But after their last little 'showdown" he knew that the vampire inside her wouldn't attempt such a thing again in his presence which meant that Caroline had a new sense of control for now. At least when it came to her vampire side.
No matter what their past was there was a part of her that didn't trust him of not being able to physically hurt her.
He knew that after the last time he hurt her he would be unable to do so again, but it would be best if Caroline didn't know that. Best for her condition and his pride.
"Original blood is more potent and the source of vampirism… and you belong to my bloodline, Caroline," he informed her politely as if he was instructing a student.
"The signs of your condition are suggesting the possibility of a blood connection between you and I being formed" he said and saw her inhaling with pure trepidation.
She faintly whispered "no" which he wouldn't have heard if he wasn't a vampire.
He connected his palms together in a nonchalant gesture and looked at her intensely.
"Blood sharing is personal, sweetheart, you must know that by now" he said looking at her intently until she blushed, "The moment you share blood with a vampire there is a connection formed. And if you had some sort of intense emotions at that moment it is highly possible your need for me is translated to a need for my blood," he said as his eyes scanned her face for all the emotions he could find.
He had emotionally detached himself while explaining this condition to her, but he wanted to see her reaction. He wanted to finally know what she exactly felt for him.
He saw her turning her palms into fists and her eyes looking at him fiercely.
"My need for…you?" she said as her face scrunched in disgust, "No, no, no! I have no need for you at all! None! No way! This is not happening! I do not need you in any sort of a way! No!" she said way too fast in a very cute way and he couldn't help but smirk at that; but he was also trying to ignore the way she seemed disgusted at being confronted with the possibility of harboring feelings for him.
His gaze immediately turned to ice. Here he was, always putting his heart on her feet and she was never going to admit that she felt anything for him. Only if circumstances forced her like now.
"Let's hope that you are right, sweetheart, because if you are blood connected to me I am afraid that it will be irreversible," he calmly said as he leaned back on her bed in a more comfortable position.
"What?" She screeched.
He pressed his lips in a mocking way, trying to hide his own uneasiness at this predicament.
He didn't want her to see his remorse and his guilt. If this was truly happening she was bound to him forever. She wouldn't be able to leave him or deny her feelings anymore and if her negative emotions for him were those that she would decide to wear on her sleeve from now on then they were in for one hell of a bumpy ride that would be everlasting. Literally.
"I am afraid so," he said as he crossed his legs and continued speaking without showing any real emotion to her, it was the only way he could remain in control, "Witches confirmed it some centuries ago. My noble brother could not let any enigma that concerned the Originals stay unsolved. So when a blood bond formed in our family he searched for answers. Shamans, witches, seers. All had concluded one thing. A blood bond between a vampire and an Original is eternal and unbreakable. Usually, when we are talking about normal caliber vampires the effects of the blood bond can last either for some moments, years or for some centuries, tops. But when it comes to the Originals…" his gaze turned possessive as his eyes racked her form from head to toe. The rest of his phrase and the repercussions of what he meant to say were left lingering between them as knives that cut skin deep.
But, somehow, Caroline's eyes managed to cut even deeper inside him than the words he used against her.
She looked at him in a way that only she could; reading him and understanding all the things that he left untold. He used words to hurt her and yet she could read between the lines. She could reach out and see all the things that were not meant to hurt her, but were hurting him. It was like she picked up the only part of the sentence that still caused bitter memories to him. The only part that burned inside him with rage and pain for all the things he should have done differently, even though he knew that he would still do the same. It was who he was. A person that Caroline didn't deserve and yet if she was blood bound to him, he would be the person she would spend the rest of her days with. Like his siblings did. An unsevered bond they hated. Caroline would hate it too. She would hate him too.
Eventually, she would despise him and she would want to abandon him only to realize that she wouldn't be able to not only because he wouldn't let her, but also because her place would be deemed next to him forever, whether she liked it or not.
"Has this happened to you before?" she asked in a soft voice filled with what seemed to be concern.
He looked at her and then down.
"Not to me…to Rebekah…a long time ago," he slowly said as a pang of guilt echoed in his heart as he remembered the only time that he had allowed his sister to cry in his arms for one of her loves. The only time that he supposedly wasn't responsible for her loss and the only time that he realized what he was doing to her by sentencing her to a life without love. Back then he needed Rebekah at his side so he couldn't dagger her or kill her beloved and that had left an opening for her to turn to him. It was one of the few times where he had been there under the veil of comfort and not hurt.
Little did she know that it was him that had made Kol kill Philip. It was for her own good and it made all their troubles go away in the blink of… a ripped heart.
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Spain 1402
The wind was howling in the night as Elijah was holding Rebekah in his arms while she remained eerie silent. Decades of love had left her once again heartbroken. Philip was her longest relationship and for a moment she had dared to hope. She had dared to hope that she would find a way to break their bond, but even if she couldn't they would still remain together and spend their eternities in love even if she had to stand by him every step of the way.
Even Niklaus had accepted him. But once again she was wrong. She couldn't love. Not in this family. Not when she was the sister of Niklaus, Elijah and …Kol.
She looked with an empty gaze as Nik threw the shovel away. Philip was gone. She would never see him, touch him, be with him. Klaus was the one that had taken Philip's body from her arms and the one that dug the grave and then covered it with dirt again while Philip's decayed body was lying inside.
Their days were gone. She was cursing her unforgiving immortality now that she would have to roam the earth again alone…without him.
Klaus turned to her and she looked at him as new tears fell from her eyes while he opened his hands for her. She left Elijah's arms and she ran and found refuge into Klaus's arms and cried over his dirty shirt. He caressed her hair and supported her in her grief. Kol had run away after she had attacked him in rage. She didn't want to see him ever again. She still couldn't believe he had killed Philip like it was just a game for him. He took the love of her life away from her because he was annoyed and bored. Even Niklaus had shown mercy to her this time and had let her be happy.
She wasn't an idiot. She knew that Klaus needed her alliance with a specific coven of witches that trusted only her after a blood oath an ancestor of them had given to her.
Two centuries ago she had saved the life of a witch when her whole village was going to burn her to the stake.
Even though back then the burning of witches wasn't thriving as it was now sometimes in some villages many girls were burned alive for using magic; Magic that was beyond the human nature and many could not understand. The fear of unknown is encrypted deep into humanity. Humans would always want to explore it but also condemn it. So in time, magic had turned into something evil. People were afraid of monsters and Klaus was one of those that had spread the terror that united the name of the monsters with the name of the witches. It was his revenge to Esther for cursing him and binding his werewolf side. He took it out on all the witches. He created legends, fables and myths. He spread them all over the continents along with the rumors of the fake doppelganger curse of the sun and the moon. After each one of his carnages he left compelled crippled martyrs that associated the destruction with sorcery and magic. He created terror stories that spread like wildfire and soon enough people started viewing magic as something evil and demented. Witches and warlocks started hiding. Small villages stopped trusting the healers and the witches that once upon a time had the freedom to practice their magic respectfully in the open as their mother and Ayanna once did. The peace between the servants of nature and the humans was broken since people would always fear the unknown and believe the worse. Soon enough, for each vampire crime, witches were to blame and were named the devil's children. Maybe this was also a punishment for them since it was a witch that had created the vampires.
This hunt and devastation of their kind was one more reason why the witches hated vampires with such passion. Klaus had managed to do even that. They were not just nature's abominations, but also one of the reasons why witches would be persecuted, tortured and would suffer until their ends.
At one hand Klaus was siding with them; charming, bedding or blackmailing witches to do his bidding and with the other he was condemning their whole kind into a life of hiding, fear and torment.
This was who her brother was. She had accepted him for that even if she didn't agree. So she stood in silence as she watched men starting destroying and burning witches at the stake. Something that neither her nor Elijah approved, but it seemed something that her black hearted brother Niklaus deeply enjoyed.
But sometimes she would retaliate. Back then she had intervened and saved that witch girl from burning in that blazing fire. Not because she was a witch, but because she was a young girl that didn't deserve such a fate at the hands of ignorant men. Part of her always wanted to help women, even witches. Because even if they were nature's servants and sworn enemies of the vampires, in the end, they shared the same magical gift her mother once had. And she still kept Esther's memory cherished in her heart much to Niklaus's dismay. Besides it was the same magical gift she would also possess if she hadn't been turned into a vampire. A dream of a life that still plagued her and tormented her. Family, children, human love.
She didn't know it then, but by saving that girl she had gained her loyalty without knowing that she belonged to a very powerful witch bloodline. Even the young witch didn't know it since she was an orphan and new to her powers. When Rebekah saved her the girl took an oath that bound her and her descendants into protecting and always helping Rebekah. Several generations later her descendants had multiplied and were spread all over the continents. Their magic thrived and their ancestors' blood oath made them loyal to Rebekah. They indeed existed because of her since that girl back then was the only one left in their family tree and their magic and family line would have forever been gone if that girl had died.
And now Klaus needed that alliance and this is why he wasn't pressuring her anymore. Especially the last 100 years where Mikael seemed to be getting better and better at hunting them down.
But, also a part of her believed that Niklaus finally understood her need to be loved and love. To find someone to care for. And he was proving it to her right now by holding her so tenderly after burying the man she loved with honor and respect. She would never forget this kindness because it wasn't forced. Nik cared for her.
"All is going to be okay little sister," Klaus said in a soothing tone while Elijah looked at him with a gaze of pure condemnation. He smirked over his sister's head.
Elijah. The noble brother. The brother that understood from the moment Kol ripped out Philip's heart that it was him that orchestrated this whole thing.
But, it didn't matter. Rebekah was finally free again and their family wouldn't have to drag around unwanted dead weight that was holding them back, especially, with Mikael on the loose. Once Rebekah had started talking about marrying Philip he knew that he had to get rid of him and soon.
Besides he wanted his sister to be happy and now that she didn't have that blood-connected idiot attached to her all the time she was free to live her life again.
They had finally gotten rid of the nuisance that Philip was and in the end Rebekah would forgive Kol since he was still her little brother. Maybe it would take a few years, decades even, but they would unite again since Rebekah adored Kol.
Since he had supported Rebekah through her whole blood bonding ordeal she was once again trusting him with all her heart and was ready to do his bidding. He had to admit that this was a better solution than daggering her. She would stay by his side, like the loving and caring sister she was supposed to be, she wouldn't complain and she would help him with her witches. If he was lucky enough her grief for Philip would last long enough that he wouldn't have to deal with any more 'loves' of hers for at least some decades to come.
And so it was. He had gained Rebekah's gratitude and she helped him with the witches as he received her renewed loyalty. It would be centuries later that Kol would threaten to reveal to Rebekah that he was the one behind Phillip's murder and that was why he had daggered Kol and kept him in a coffin for a hundred years until he undaggered him in Mystic Falls.
Caroline's soft voice snapped him out of his reverie.
"This cannot be happening!" she mumbled and then looked at him horrified, "I am sired to you?" She yelled at him.
He sighed and simply shook his head. Unfortunately it wasn't a sire bond. It was worse. Because there were ways around a sire bond. But not around this.
"No love of course not," he said in an effort to calm her down.
But the complete and utter horror was still not erased from her face and that made him regret the detached way he had spoken to her so far.
He breathed deeply and stood up. He wanted to go near her but he saw that it wouldn't be a welcome gesture from his part. So, he decided to explain everything to her the best way he could.
"Assuming that what we are talking about is really happening then in reality you are in desperate need of my blood," he said in a calm voice. "Nothing else can satisfy your needs. I am sure that this applies on an emotional level too, but your free will is intact," he reassured her and saw her take a deep breath. A sign of mixed fear and relief on her part.
"You can still make your own choices and you can think clearly. But, if you are blood connected to me then you will need to feed regularly from me," he said and he almost paused when he saw her face blanching. But, he continued, "Eventually you will only be needing small doses, but as long as you have my blood in your system all will be well. You will continue to feed on human blood like you used to and your control will completely return," he said and hated the desperation her eyes were betraying.
"The upside is that if this is true then my blood will also make you stronger. The downside would be that you would need to directly drink from me daily especially for the next few months since obviously your body has been denied my blood for so long and it craves for it," he said and she turned her back on him.
He wanted to go near her, tell her that all would be okay but he couldn't. This was less than ideal. Besides he was not one to comfort people. That would be Rebekah or Elijah. He would probably cause more damage right now.
And he was also angry too. After everything that had happened between them he couldn't believe that this was in store for their future. He always hoped for a future with Caroline, but not like this. He remembered the sudden infatuation he had felt for her. The way his interest turned into fascination and then into respect. How his emotions had wrapped him into an unknown reality. A reality where he was capable of doing everything for just one of her smiles.
And now he was cursing everything holy and unholy because she was in pain and all he wanted was another chance to make everything all right for her again, but he couldn't.
He saw her trembling and heard her small whimper. She was breaking. He had entered her world and now she was breaking because of him. He was destroying everything he touched, but he would be damned if he would destroy her. She was strong. She would be okay. Even if this wild theory was proven to be true she would be okay. She had to. He would do anything for her to be okay.
He let go of everything that held him back and moved closer to her. He touched her shoulder as tenderly as he could and he flinched as she jumped and shook his hand from her shoulder. She turned and looked at him with a look filled with accusation and he shuddered.
"All that, of course, is only if such a possibility is our reality, Caroline. It is just an idea. A long shot really. It could be something entirely different," he said hoping that it was. Hoping that he was wrong.
She looked at him for some moments. She was speechless and looked lost and when he placed his hands on her shoulders she didn't move or give any indication that she wanted him to take them away.
"We will figure this out, I promise," he told her in a velvet voice and he saw her nodding albeit unwillingly at first.
But his gesture was helping. It was as if electricity was flowing through the connection of their bodies. As if his reassurance became her strength. For a moment he couldn't let her go, but then he let his hands slowly fall and she looked at him intently as she tried to calm herself. Her chest heaving and then relaxing.
"Ok, you are right," she said and he smiled at that.
Her determination was coming back and he couldn't help but admire her. She was strong. There was no doubt about it.
"This..this could still be something else…you could be wrong," she said and looked at him. "You also said that it could be because I am not feeding from the vein right? That could also be it!" she rushed the words out.
"It has to be," she whispered.
He looked at her and he raised his eyebrows.
"Well…One way to find out, love," he said and went and sat back on her bed.
"How?" she asked in an almost scared voice.
He lifted and turned the sleeves of his jacket and his shirt on his right forearm up.
"Feed from me," he simply told her and her eyes opened wide.
"What? No!" she backed down immediately, refusing him even if her hunger was rapidly returning as her eyes looked at his bare arm.
"If it is my blood you need then once you feed from me all your symptoms will go away. No more intense hunger. No more loss of control. You will return to normal. You'll be sated and sane again. If not, then we will take it from there," he told her and waited.
She gulped as the intense need to go near him and lose herself in his blood slowly took over every rational thought she could make.
But she couldn't even move. This was too much. She was battling her desire for his blood with her hope that his theory was false. Because if it wasn't, then it would mean that her life would forever change.
Irreversible he had said. There was a chance that she could be irreversibly connected with Klaus and she didn't know if she could take a step towards such future.
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Here we are, in the darkest place
My reflection shows only your face
Something is found
Something is lost
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Song Lyrics : Tom McRae – My vampire heart
A/N :
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