She's beautiful as usual
with bruises on her ego and
her killer instinct tells her to
be aware of evil men

-Sugarcult, Pretty Girl


Caroline sat on the bed of the room she was given.

Klaus' English home was definitely impressive and on another occasion she might've sighed dreamily at the pleasure of being able to stay there. The man certainly had no qualms with living life luxuriously.

She could just imagine her mother balking at the excessiveness of it all and that sent a particularly sharp pang within her.

It had been exactly a week since her arrival in Ye Old England and so far, she could not discern on a) why she was there and not her own time, b) why Klaus had such a keen interest in her, and c) if all of this was carefully orchestrated by Klaus himself.

She fiddled with the ring she was wearing. Somehow she knew the answer to letter c was 'yes'.


She sighed as she rearranged the skirts of her burgundy dress. She still wasn't comfortable going about the place with ten pounds of fabric on. She severely missed designer jeans and high heels. All she had were long billowy dresses and a parasol as if she could've been an extra on My Fair Lady.

She hated 1472.

"Is the clothing not to your liking?"

She looked up from where she was seated to see Elijah leaning on the lounge room's doorway, looking perfectly relaxed. She was flooded with memories of him in her bedroom, wishing her 'a merry Christmas', knowing full well what was about to happen.

She decided to ignore him out of spite, turning her attention to the fireplace instead.

"It must be very different," he continued on, not paying due to her snub. "wherever you have come from."

She glowered at him. "That's an understatement."

He gave what could've passed as a smile before leaving her to her thoughts again.


Klaus made her sit with him in the lounge when he arrived every night from…wherever it was he went to. When it was to feed, she knew right away from the blood stains on his clothes (messy eater, wasn't he?) and that glow of satisfaction in his eyes.

He often sat on his chair, staring into the fireplace until he got bored and observed her, making her feel self-conscious. Sometimes he asked questions which she answered out of fear and he smiled back at her when he was almost pleased.

"Why am I here?" She boldly asked one time.

He just grinned at her, a dark possessiveness gleaming through those dark eyes and she resisted the urge to gather her skirts and run. You never ran away from a predator, it excited them.

"Because, Caroline," He said her name like it was a sweet treat only for him. "You are mine."

She shivered and looked away.


Elijah was strangely kind, maybe he felt sorry for her but whatever the reason Caroline was grateful to have someone to talk to.

The other vampires in Klaus' company regarded her with certain cautiousness much to her confusion and the witches just avoided her in general. She suspected Klaus had warned them off talking to her lest she convince them to send her back to the 21st century. He was probably right.

She and Elijah walked in the large garden of the estate's backyard, soaking up the sunlight and enjoying the fresh air. It had been weeks since she was allowed to go outside and only if she was Elijah or someone Klaus trusted that she couldn't trick into letting her escape.

She sighed wistfully as she pondered for the hundredth time about her situation. What would Bonnie have done in a situation like this? Probably whip out a cool spell that would send her back in time but not before kicking Klaus' psychotic self.

But since she was neither a witch nor brave/dumb enough to attempt even harming Klaus, she was stuck.

She sighed once more and looked up at the butterflies fluttering around her for a distraction from her woes. Funny it was to have such a beautiful place in a home of a madman.


"What does he want from me?" She finally asked Elijah one night as the embers from the fireplace died out. The question had been on her tongue for weeks but she'd been still a bit sore over Elijah's casual flippancy of her situation and afraid that he would report her to Klaus like the good minion that he was if she asked.

Of course, a girl had her breaking point and she'd reached hers.

Elijah didn't answer, his dark eyes appraising her with curiosity as she glowered at him in frustration.

She kept her gaze into his own as she put as much conviction in her voice. "Elijah, tell me."

He just blinked and blinked before a smile bloomed into his face, softening his features and making him look almost…handsome. Of course, he'd never been ugly but she'd never really given it much thought. But yeah, she supposed both Elijah and Klaus were good looking once you got past the psycho gene in their family.

"You're stubborn and aggressive," Elijah said. "You and Klaus are alike in that aspect."

She scowled at the statement and shuddered to even think about having anything in common with Klaus, the monster of her dreams. "Your point?"

"Klaus is a firm believer in prophecies," He explained. "And one of his seers some centuries ago spoke of a woman shall come from a time not our own and shall become the catalyst to destroy what all of our enemies have sown."

She frowned in confusion. Way to be cryptic?

"A-Are you saying that…that woman is me?" She half-spluttered out. He just gave his own version of a shrug before turning and leaving, ignoring her vehement protests.


She sat ramrod straight on the chaise, her lips in a thin line as she tried to dispel all fear and apprehension clouding her mind.

She needed answers and Klaus would be the only one to give it to her, Elijah certainly had too much fine annoying her with her cluelessness about the situation and that only left her with one option: asking his brother.

"What is bothering you, my love?" He tossed the endearment around as if he'd been doing it for years. He probably called every girl that before he drained them of every drop of blood. She shivered at the thought.

She opened her mouth and closed it again, debating inwardly to herself whether she should really ask or not before making up her mind and started, roughly, "E-Elijah has… told me about something."

"Oh." He seemed genuinely interested but she tried to not let that relax her. "I hope it's not anything embarrassing I hope."

She shook her head. "He told me of a prophecy. A woman-"

"-shall come from a time not our own and shall become the catalyst to destroy what all of our enemies have sown" He finished looking severely bored. "What about it?"

She was almost too afraid of the answer but she asked anyway. "Am I the woman in the prophecy?"

He was silent for a minute before replying. "That depends."

"On what?"

"What you would do Caroline if I told you 'yes'."


His hand was oddly warm for a vampire's as he held her left hand in his, admiring the ring on her finger with increasing curiosity. "Did I give this to you?"

She recalled that day last year when she went downstairs to find the package with the ring inside and slowly, all the pieces started to fit and she could see the truth: all had been his plan all along.

"Yes."


She stared at the marble chessboard in a mix of perplexity and apprehension, wondering why Klaus decided teaching her chess was a marvelous idea. He'd woke her up this morning by sending one of their servants to fetch her as he'd wanted to show her something.

Now, watching as he explained to her every chess piece and their preference of movement, she wondered to herself for the millionth time if this guy was not right in the head. Why would the most badass vampire in the world want to teach her chest?

"Pay attention, Caroline." He scolded her sternly when he noticed that her mind was drifting. "This is very important."

Why, she wanted to ask, why?

As if able to read her thoughts he answered. "Chess teaches you the mechanics of war and plotting." He fingered the black queen in his fingers as he continued, her eyes drawn to the long smooth white fingers. "A queen should understand and know how to do both."

She bit down on her bottom lip at his last words, worrying she might say something stupid in response. She didn't think she'd ever be comfortable being called his 'queen' or even his 'bride'. Klaus scared her more than anybody else in the world and most of the time, all she wanted to do was get away.

He leaned in closer until she could see the specks of silver in his eyes. "Do you understand me, Caroline?"

She nodded as she swallowed and tried to come down the quick pitter-pattering of her heart.

Satisfied at her obedience, he leaned back on his chair and gestured with his hand for her to move. "White always goes first."

She saw the light of challenge in his eyes and made her first move.


She gasped in pain and curled herself into a ball as her body was racked with pain, the vervain burning through every blood cell in her body and setting her veins on fire, all the while her limbs remained idle, her vision a cloud of smoke.

Standing beside her and hovering over her line of sight was Klaus who glared down at her with impatience and displeasure. "A queen isn't weak," He growled. "Get up, Caroline."

Her body still felt like lead, burning, blistering lead but she pushed through the pain, forcing her limbs to move past lethargy until she was on her knees and then on her feet, staggering and unbalanced but standing.

All the while, she glared up at him defiantly and he smirked before handing her a glass of vervain-spiked scotch. "Again,"

She sent him another hateful glare before swallowing the drink all the once, her lungs quickly screaming in agony.


She looked at Klaus pleadingly and shook her head, glancing between his adamant face to the young slave girl staring at them wide eyed in fear and kneeling on the carpet. "I-I can't-"

"Caroline, there's no point being stubborn." He said eyes icy. "Denying your inner nature is a complete waste of time and you know how that infuriates me."

"I don't want to hurt anybody-"

"You don't have a choice."

She bit her lip and stared into his glazier blue eyes and knew there was no more arguing. She could only held back tears as she approached the slave, apologizing silently to the girl and to herself.


She moaned involuntarily as his hand sneaked underneath the multiple layers of her skirt, fingers searching for forbidden places. His mouth on hers was harsh, demanding and most of all, hungry.

God only knew how long he'd waited to finally have her and there she was, all ripe and beautiful and perfect for the tainting.

His lips left hers and he went to her ivory neck, teeth biting and her blood flooding into his mouth. She gave little needy noises as his fingers found their destination. She was all wet, slick and hot and he guided her small soft hand to his trousers as his lips licked languidly at the puncture marks on her throat.


She sat by the fireplace when it was all over, escaping out of Klaus' arms and feeling every inch of her unmarked by him. The flames were comforting in their bright warm and she tightened the large robe around herself more as she heard footsteps by the doorway.

"Elijah?"

The male vampire greeted her with a furrowed brow and a question. "Why are you here?"

She hated to think he even knew about what just occurred between her and his brother in the other room. But Elijah had a strange way of knowing everything about anything and she shouldn't be surprised, just appalled maybe.

"I wanted to be alone." She told him as he took a sit on the chair opposite the chaise.

The other vampire sighed leaning back until he almost looked like a semblance of casual. "I don't think you understand yet, Caroline."

She looked at him questioningly.

"He's never going to let you be alone."


She fingered the white material of the gown, feeling a strange bubble of hysteria in her, she wanted to almost laugh. How odd, two vampires ready to be joined in holy matrimony, this began to feel more like a wedding of the damned.

"Would you have preferred the dress in black?" Klaus asked her, eyes mischievous and almost playful. He was teasing, how quaint.

Raising her chin, she smiled at him bitingly. "It's lovely."


His lips skimmed the small of her back and sighed contentedly. It was strange how domestic bliss could feel, even for those people who were more cursed than blessed. She could hardly believed herself to have been married to this cruel man for almost two decades, having changed her in the process for her to truly be worthy to be by his side.

How she wanted to kill him. And love him.

It all got blurred somewhere between a passionate kiss and a young girl's blood in her mouth.

"I have good news," He said against her skin as he travelled upwards, teeth biting lightly into her shoulder, his breaths tickling the hairs on her nape.

She forced herself to speak. "What is it?"

"We've found the Petrova doppelganger."

Her eyes widened in surprise.

Katherine.


She watched from the shadows as her husband danced with a young Katherine Pierce who smiled ad fell for his charm without fail. Poor girl, not knowing what a monster lay underneath.

She almost did feel sorry for her….

"I really don't see what he saw in you," Not-Elena just rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Oh well, this is what he ordered."

She barely had time to wonder who he was before the pillow was on her face and she was suffocating.

Acid burned up in her throat and she bit back traitorous tears.

No, Katerina Petrova did not deserve her pity.

She watched once more as Klaus made the young girl laugh, the sound of innocence ringing through every breath and movement.

She turned and left without a word.


One more part and this will be finished. I can't help it but I kinda like the dark feel of this story. Klaus is one fine man.