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Klaus sat bolt upright in his bed, the sound of wolves immediately awakened him. He gritted his teeth, ready to push back the sheets when a hand fell on his bicep, "Stop. Go back to sleep," Came a groggy voice. He turned his head, finding blue eyes looking up at him through messy blonde curls, "You can deal with them tomorrow."
Klaus felt himself relax a little, and gave her a smile, "You know it's something I should deal with now, Caroline." She sighed, sitting up, the sheets sliding from her body revealing the silky chemise she wore to bed that night to tease him. She traced her hand to his shoulder and rested her chin upon it, looking up at him. The diamonds on her ring finger glittered in the faint moonlight, and at that moment there was nothing more that he wanted than to stay in bed with her.
"They aren't that close to the quarter. And anyone with half a brain knows to stay inside on the full moon around here." She told him, her voice still scratchy from sleep,
"It's nothing to do with that. They have disobeyed me." Klaus said, attempting to keep his anger towards his followers at bay. She groaned, lifting her head to look at him properly,
"Yes, and I know how much you hate it when people disobey you. But you can punish them tomorrow. It won't make a bit of difference in the long run." Caroline said, her voice soothing his anger. She felt his anger dissipate somewhat and smiled a little, knowing she was getting her way.
"I should really-" She sighed once more, ignoring his words, she moved her hand from his shoulder to his chin, drawing his face to hers. Their lips met, and in his shock Klaus was unresponsive at first. But as Caroline kissed him more deeply, and pressed herself into him, he responded in seconds pinning her to the bed. She giggled, the lights flickering on before going dim as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"You always know the best way to distract me." He muttered as he pressed kisses down her neck, hands slipping to the hem of her camisole. Caroline's hips rose immediately, her legs never leaving his hips, helping him divest her of the garment, "I don't know why you even bother wearing nightdresses," He mumbled, throwing the silk over his shoulder, smirking at the sight of her completely bare beneath him.
Caroline rolled her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him on top of her, hips canting into his, making him groan. Tightening her legs around his hips, she could feel him hard against her, just as he-
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Caroline groaned, slamming her hand into her alarm clock to silence it. She could feel the tears on her cheeks, and the pulsing between her legs as she sat up shakily. She had been having dirty dreams about Klaus all week after the donation, but that was no dream. It was a vision. One of a future she absolutely could not let happen.
She wiped at her cheeks with a sigh, her breath stuttering slightly. Having a vision was always an intense experience, but Caroline had never cried after one, no matter what awful scene she had seen. And from the pure shock and hatred at herself, she had a hard time controlling her tears. There was no way she could let that dream come true. She wouldn't let herself.
Caroline looked at the clock worriedly, sighing with relief when she saw she had two hours until her first class at college. She took her time getting ready, shaky and sullen from her vision. Flashes of it kept on playing through her mind, questioning everything she thought was black and white. Love, hate, good, evil. She would have to talk to her grandmother about the vision, but just not in context.
Caroline made her way downstairs, finding her Grandmother running around the dining room, tidying whilst throwing things into her bag for the day, "Hey, Grams, do you have a minute?"
A flustered Lillian looked up at Caroline, slightly startled before smiling, "Yes, sweetheart, what is it?"
She shifted nervously, going over her wording before speaking, "With visions, do they always come true?"
Lillian straightened, a frown overcoming her features, "Have you had a vision?"
"No, no, I was just wondering. The ones I've had before have always come true."
Lillian tilted her head, thinking about her question for a moment, "That all depends. Some visions are fate, but fate can change. It's like the butterfly effect, one small change can effect the course of events."
"Have you ever had a vision that changed?" She asked nervously,
"No. But I don't have an affinity for it like you do."
Caroline nodded, sighing, "Thank you, Grams," She said, remembering her manners, still not quite feeling reassured, "I've got to get to college. Elena's car is in the shop, so I've got to go pick her up."
"Okay, honey, have fun." Lillian said distractedly, looking around the room for something she needed.
…
As Klaus pushed into her from behind Caroline moaned, her hands fisting in the sheets below her at the sensation of him filling and stretching her. Klaus growled behind her, stilling as he pushed himself to the hilt, his fingers digging into the pale flesh of her hips.
He let her adjust for a moment, before pulling his hips back, and slamming into her. The movement made her cry out, whimpering his name hoarsely, "Klaus!" He smirked at the use of his name, slamming into her repeatedly. Her thighs were shaking beneath her, having already experienced three mind-blowing orgasms at his hands and mouth. And as he began to grind into her with more force, the sheer pleasure made her arms buckle beneath her, falling face first into the bed.
Klaus momentarily chuckled before gritting his teeth as she clenched around him in a vice-like grip. He moved his hands to her waist, pulling her forcibly up, letting her back rest against his, an arm winding around her waist to keep her upright. She cried out at the change in angle, her hand clasping his forearm where it lay at her waist, the other going to wind in his hair.
His free hand went between her legs, his fingers finding her clit, making her hips jump as he continued to thrust into her. Caroline cried out his name once more, just as she was about to-
Caroline's eyes flicked open, moving frantically to find she was still in her night darkened bedroom, and very alone. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and sweat gathered on her brow. She fell back to the bed with a groan of frustration. Even though she had only had the vision the night before, it seemed her mind had just as much trouble forgetting Klaus as her body did. She had been having sex dreams about Klaus every night since the donation, and it seemed no matter what she did before bed, she would always dream about him. And every time, she would wake up right before her release. Leaving her incredibly frustrated, and making her long for Klaus that bit more. She was certain it was her ancestors punishing her for her disgraceful actions.
She could sense something was off with the dreams. That they weren't exactly organic, but considering the amount of protection spells on the house, she had no idea where else they could be coming from. Caroline settled back into her bed, curling into the sheets and stubbornly refusing to relieve the heat between her legs. She had a busy day, and wouldn't let herself linger on some stupid dreams. She couldn't let herself. She had absolutely no future with Klaus, and couldn't let herself indulge in them. Unfortunately, she would likely have to face him tomorrow.
…
Caroline hovered over Klaus, her hands tracing over his chest, his hands clenching above his head where she had ordered him to keep them. Her thighs straddled his hips, but her hips hovered just above his arousal, denying him what he really wanted.
Klaus growled as she scratched her nails over his abs, finding it increasingly more difficult to keep his hands off of her as she had ordered. She giggled and smiled at him coquettishly. His hips twitched beneath her and her eyes narrowed,
"Caroline," He warned, his voice strained. She looked at him innocently, hands trailing over his chest until she reached between them and took a hold of his-
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Caroline jolted awake, groggily coming to her senses, realising who she had been dreaming of. Again. "Fuck!" She cursed loudly, hand going to her forehead. Twice in one night. This had been different though. Typically Klaus was always the one in control, and it was always her that was left wanting more. She didn't understand the sudden change, but found she quite enjoyed getting some revenge on dream Klaus. However, she didn't know how she would ever look him straight in the eye again.
"Sweetheart, are you okay?" Came the concerned voice of her grandmother on the other side of the door. Caroline sat up in bed, panicked at the state Lillian would find her in if she opened the door,
"I'm fine!" She shouted in return, her voice an octave or two higher than normal.
"Are you sure? I heard cussing!"
Caroline's brain scrambled for an excuse, "Umm, I'm fine, I just, uh, stubbed my toe on my dresser!"
"Okay," Lillian didn't sound convinced, "But you should hurry, you have a lot to do before tonight! Oh, and Happy Hallows Eve!"
"You too, Grams!"
She didn't have any classes that day so she would be running errands. Whilst the Beaulieu family owned a couple of witch supply stores in New Orleans, it wasn't the only place they got their money from. Her ancestors had made a fair few wise investments, leaving the Beaulieu family in a fairly comfortable position money wise.
But ever the hard ass, Lillian would make sure everyone would have a hand in keeping the family's finances afloat to give them a 'decent work ethic'. Vivienne and her children had the bar and the investments, whilst Lillian and Caroline took care of the supply shops, as well as selling the odd spell or potion to the community. Whether it was for a protection spell, or a fertility potion, people would have to pay a price, and it wasn't always cheap. The price would typically depend on which side of the battle lines the person fell on when it came to Klaus.
That day she had to check in on the shops, help with a delivery at the bar, and pick up hers and her grandmother's dresses for the Halloween ball that evening. That was where she would most likely see Klaus. It wasn't until she had rushed through her day and gotten to the bar she even thought about Klaus, and the impending horror of that evening.
Mostly because he was behind her.
She recognised his voice immediately, and it brought her dreams to the forefront of her mind, "Well, isn't this a lovely sight."
Of course he was talking about how she was in the back alley of the bar, bent over looking at the list of orders resting on the truck bed. And in her casual dress she'd put on that day, she was pretty sure he could see her underwear from that position. Caroline jolted straight, turning to face him, her cheeks red at being caught in such a position, "What are you doing here?" She hissed, looking over her shoulder for one of her family members who were just inside the bar.
When she looked back, she startled slightly, he was impossibly close, his smug, dimpled smirk present, "Are you trying to earn yourself a giant brain aneurism? If the boys catch you-"
"Ah, yes. I suspect the Montgomery boys wouldn't be all too pleased that I bedded their lovely little Caroline." He murmured, his eyes roving over her features, delighting in her high heart rate and how she hadn't moved away from him.
The blush rose to a redder shade, and she peeked over her shoulder once more, her hand going to his stomach to try and push him away, leaving it there when he wouldn't move, "You have to go, they'll be back with the delivery guy any second." The 'Montgomery boys' were Vivienne's three sons. They were all in their late twenties, and treated Caroline like the baby sister they never had. Needless to say, they were very protective, as her ex-boyfriend could prove after he dared to show his face in town after breaking Caroline's heart.
She dreaded to think what they would do if they found Klaus not only in the alley, but standing so close to her, "Are you okay, love? You don't look like you've been sleeping very well." He said calmly, an evil glint in his eye. Caroline failed to register his remark, turning back to face him,
"You need to go!" She said more urgently, unable to use her powers in case she caused a scene,
He seemed to consider her panicked words; "I'll consider it, but I want something first."
"Fine! What?" She said distractedly, both of her hands now resting on his abdomen, ready to push him away at any second,
"A kiss."
"What?" She hissed, furious at his boldness, all of her attention now fully focused on him.
"Just one, little kiss. And I'll go." He told her innocently, his hands itching to pull her closer,
"No! I'm never kissing you again!" She muttered angrily in return, furious at his pig-headedness. He could start a whole other war with his actions, as well as grievous bodily harm from her three warlock cousins. And maybe make the vision she had about him come true.
"Just one kiss, and I'll go away. For now."
"Why? Do you even know how wrong this is?" She told him, the recurring theme for the past couple weeks coming forward. Wrong.
"I don't care how wrong it is. I want you. And I know that you want me too." He told her, his intentions becoming clearer, "And I believe your man-child cousins are on their way out."
Unable to think of anything but getting rid of him, Caroline leant up and grabbed his jaw, crashing her lips to his. His arms immediately wound around her, pulling her to him as his tongue invaded her mouth, her own meeting his hesitantly. In moments she was immersed in the kiss, the only thing on her mind being him as she wound her fingers into his hair.
He pulled away from her suddenly, her mouth following his momentarily, her eyes opening slowly, a little dazed from finally getting sating her desires, even a little, "I really do have to go now." He told her gently, his hand cupping her jaw. She nodded, not wanting to speak for fear of putting her foot in her mouth, "I'll see you tonight," He uttered, the smile coming forward once more. Just as she was about to question him, she heard the alleyway back door to the bar open with a clatter, boisterous voices filling the alley.
She turned back to him, completely freaked out, only to find he had disappeared from the alley completely, the taste of her strawberry lip-gloss still on his lips.
"You check off all the orders, Barbie?" Kieran, the youngest of the three brothers asked brightly,
"Not quite, Ken!" She teased in return, "I got distracted." She mumbled, going back to the list resting in the back of the truck, relieved that her little escapade had gone undiscovered.
…
It wasn't until she got home and registered what Klaus had said (after running the scene in her head for the thousandth time) about seeing her tonight. Surely he wouldn't approach her with her grandmother right there? Not to mention she couldn't even talk to him anymore. She needed to change her fate, no matter how much she was drawn to him.
Caroline had just slipped her dress for the evening on when she heard a knock at her door, "Grams? Come in! I need someone to do me up!" The door opened and Lillian walked in gracefully, "Mami Lilli, you're not dressed! We have to leave in fifteen minutes!"
Lillian sighed; hands going to the zipper of Caroline's dress "I have some bad news, Cher. That Dubois girl has some kind of poltergeist in her house. She needs a whole variety of spells! And she needs them immediately. It's already tried to kill her three times in two days."
"What? But I can't go to this thing alone!" If she went alone, Klaus would definitely corner her. And with the dreams and how frustrated she was, Caroline wasn't sure she would stop him.
"You know that poltergeists are most powerful on Halloween, and that we're also the most powerful today. You're already one of the most powerful witches in our coven, there's no way you couldn't handle yourself. You must go, and represent us. And try and have some fun! You've been working so hard, it looks like it's really been getting to you…" She trailed off as Caroline turned to her, her hands going to the concealed circles under her eyes.
Caroline huffed and rolled her eyes, "Fine. But only because I love you."
Lillian laughed, smiling in return and patting her cheek, "And because you love parties. Take after your not-so-old Grams like that." She said with a wink, turning to leave the room.
"You owe me!"
"I'll buy you some new Jimmy Choos!" Lillian called before leaving the room, "Oh, and Caroline?" She called, poking her head back around the door,
"Yes, Grams?"
"You look beautiful." Her grandmother told her sincerely, drawing a shy smile from Caroline.
…
The ball that evening was to be held, ironically, at the main Mikaelson mansion in the centre of town. This was where Caroline had originally thought Klaus lived, but she knew from personal experience, he had misled the witches on that one. Caroline briefly thought that she should tell her Grams that, but couldn't bring herself to do it. And yet, she couldn't quite grasp an excuse as to why.
It was part of a deal that the witches had with Klaus that he invite at least two witches to any public event thrown by supernatural beings, namely him. The elders would decide which two witches would be suitable for the event, and Lillian had persuaded Sheila and Vivienne that she and Caroline were the best choice for the event. Lillian wanted to introduce Caroline to Klaus and his hybrids, let them know there was a new major player in town, as Caroline's extraordinary powers had been kept under wraps. Little did Lillian know that Caroline had already solved that problem for her as far as Klaus was concerned and not in the best way. The event itself was very public, with there being a small ratio of hybrids and vampires to humans. Lillian had deemed this the perfect event for Caroline's 'introduction' with the evening holding very little danger. The fact that Lillian was allowing Caroline to go to the event on her own, showed just how much faith she had in Caroline's abilities - social and magical.
Despite the confidence her Grandmother had shown her, Caroline's nerves felt raw. After their kiss earlier, Klaus had made it perfectly clear he wasn't planning on leaving her alone. And not to kill her, but in a romantic way. She was pretty sure that if he was trying to kill her she would feel a whole lot better about the entire situation than she did right then. The fact that she would have her grandmother there had appeased her, knowing he wouldn't come within 10 feet of her grandmother if he didn't have to. But now, thanks to the stupid Dubois girl and her poltergeist, she would have to go alone. And that made Caroline feel incredibly vulnerable. It wouldn't be difficult for Klaus to excuse himself and corner her. And she didn't trust herself when he was in such close proximity, especially after the dreams she'd been having.
Caroline approached the door to the party warily, taking a deep breath before walking through a hallway and into the courtyard of the party. Caroline was stunned with what she saw. The entire courtyard was lit with candles, high and stable enough so that the drunken town mayor didn't set the whole place on fire, yet dim enough that it created a sufficiently eerie atmosphere. Artificial cobwebs hung from the corners of each room, whilst smooth, billowing black silk hung over the top of the courtyard, twinkling fairy lights creating the illusion of stars. The people milling around the space were chatting and laughing, as quiet music played in the background from a string quartet, the outfits and masks ranging from grotesque to princess-like. As soon as she got a feel of the space, Caroline immediately spotted what she wanted: alcohol. She made a beeline to the bar, smiling politely to the odd town official she knew thanks to her grandmother's schmoozing. Once she reached a quiet darkened corner of the bar, she waved down a costumed barman, "I'll have a whiskey, thanks." She told the rather creepy 'ghost',
"You got any ID?"
Caroline rolled her eyes, and leant further over the bar to catch his eye, "I'd like a whiskey, and you're not going to question my age for the rest of the night. Thanks." Her quite literal power of persuasion worked, the barman's eyes becoming glossy. What was the point of being a witch if she sometimes couldn't get what she wanted? The man wandered off dazedly to fill her order, bringing it back immediately, standing in front of her as she gulped the drink down straight, grimacing, "Bring me another. Please." He brought her back another drink, handing it to her just as she felt someone sidle up beside her, a hand going to her waist. She knew immediately who it was.
"You look exquisite, love." He murmured into her ear, his voice making her knees tremble, knuckles clenching around the glass.
"I'd look better if you weren't stressing me out, and took your hand off me." Caroline gritted through her teeth, knowing without even looking at him he was smirking. The mental images from her dreams were affecting her already, and it didn't help that she knew what he looked like naked. Her heart began beating more highly, heat rising underneath her skin, feeling each heartbeat throb between her legs.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know I had that affect on you, Caroline." Caroline knocked back her second drink, gesturing to the dazed barman for another, frustrated that his hand stayed in its place. She knew he could hear her heartbeat, and he would be an idiot to not notice her quickened breathing, "I see you have no qualms about using your powers on my staff." He said, a hint of surprise in his tone.
Her gaze drifted to him, unable to stop herself, internally groaning at how delectable he looked in his dark navy suit, white shirt, black tie and small, matching black mask, "I'm not exactly Glinda the Good." Caroline grumbled, attempting to concentrate on anything but him. And her vision. And her dreams. Such as the barman bringing her third drink in the space of five minutes.
"Yes, I'm starting to gather that. I like it." He said, and she could feel his gaze on her, analysing her.
The fact that she had approval of Klaus of all people suddenly made her feel very defensive. "Don't even think for a second that I'm anything like you. I don't make innocent girls give me a bag of blood every five years to make monsters," She said thinking back to her best friend, knocking back her drink with a grimace, gesturing to the barman that she didn't want another. Yet.
He eyed her actions as if he were a predator, appraising some strange action from its prey, "Come now, Caroline. If I wanted to I could imprison Elena and take her blood whenever I like. But I don't; I let her live her life for the sake of peace. And besides, we all have a little evil in us."
Unable to think of anything to say in return in terms of Elena, she turned towards him, his hand still resting on her waist, painting an intimate picture, "Yes, some more than others." She told him her voice saccharine sweet, making him chuckle in response, his eyes roving over her form more fully,
"Stop looking at me like that," She hissed, suddenly thankful the ball was a masquerade, hiding their identities from the gossipmongers of New Orleans.
"Like what?" He asked, his voice pleading innocence, but the twinkle in his eyes and the dimples present suggested otherwise,
"Like we've had sex," She whispered angrily, looking around and checking that no one was looking at them, the blush rising in her cheeks, the heat of his hand on her waist saturating into her skin. The brief contact only made her want to give into her arousal more, vision be damned.
"Love, we have had sex. Multiple times. I'm sure you remember, you know, I found that spot on your inner thigh that when I-"
"Shh!" She whispered, her hand going over his mouth, drawing her the odd strange look, her hand flying away from his mouth when she felt him smile,
"So you do remember."
"How could I forget?" She muttered, realising what she said and looking up at him with startled eyes, "I didn't mean it like that!"
"Then what did you mean, love?"
"Oh, just the fact that I got drunk, slept with the immortal hybrid I've been taught from birth to hate, that killed countless members of my coven over the past couple of centuries, as well as hundreds of other people. Oh, and did I mention me betraying my entire family?"
Klaus waved a hand nonchalantly, Caroline sighing a breath of relief as it was removed from her waist, "You're being overdramatic."
She raised an eyebrow at him, "About which part?"
"The hate from birth bit. Babies can't hate. And neither can children really. Not that I've spent any time around any for the past thousand years or so."
"Okay, so you don't understand my point of view. What about you? You slept with Lillian Beaulieu's granddaughter. How do you think your hybrids would take that?"
"I think they'd be quite proud of me actually," He said jovially, making Caroline scowl,
"Fine, maybe your lackeys might not mind, but how do you think my family will react? I know you're immortal, but have you ever been spit roasted? That's what Kieran, Brendan and Dylan threatened to do to my last boyfriend. And you know how powerful my grandmother is, and believe me, she will enjoy helping them." She said, mentioning Vivienne's sons and their more than overprotective tendencies,
Klaus' face turned stony, and she finally thought she had one-upped him. Until he spoke, "What boyfriend?"
"Seriously? That's what you took away from that conversation?"
"Yes, yes, spit roasting. What boyfriend?" He asked, already plotting 101 ways he could kill this man.
"He's an ex-boyfriend, why does it matter?" She said frustrated. She didn't know how on earth she had a vision of this man in her future. He was so aggravating! Not to mention sociopathic.
Klaus didn't answer her, still plotting, when a flabbergasted look overcame her face, "You're jealous? You're seriously jealous right now?" She said disbelievingly, hitting his chest with a fist, finally making him look at her.
"I'm not jealous!" He said, schooling his expression from betraying him,
Caroline shook her head, the feathers on her mask shaking with the movement, "Whatever. I need to go mingle. I've already spent way too much time here." She said with a huff, storming off to go find someone to occupy her time, so she wouldn't have to explain to her grandmother why she had only spent 20 minutes at the party.
Later on that evening, Caroline began to feel agitated. She had found a couple of people from college that she knew, daughters of important social figures in the town, and mingled with them, their presence hardly keeping her mind away from Klaus. It was strange to be in such close quarters to him after only having him in her thoughts for the past couple of weeks, feeling as though she was slowly being driven insane by her dreams of him. Wherever she went at the party, she felt as though his eyes were on her constantly, even when she couldn't see him. He was so close, just within her grasp. She could satisfy all the pent up frustration over the last two weeks in just one night. And judging by the stormy look on his face as the drunken mayor hit on her, Klaus wouldn't deny her advances.
Just as the mayor was getting a little handsy with her, a hand looped around her upper arm, gently extricating her from his grip. Caroline looked up to find Klaus, glaring at the mayor, his anger barely concealed, "Miss Beaulieu, would you like to dance?" She looked stricken for a moment, faced with a choice: drunken handsy mayor, or sexy, yet slightly homicidal hybrid?
"I, uh, yes, thank you." She said after a split second decision,
"Such a shame!" The Mayor slurred, "But I suppose the lady wants what the lady wants."
Caroline smiled politely, her grandmother's insistence on manners coming to the forefront of her mind. Klaus offered her his arm, Caroline embarrassedly looping hers through his, her college friends gaping at her, obviously not catching their earlier chat, "Thank you," She murmured to Klaus as he led her to the dance floor, where something classic, yet haunting was playing softly from the string quartet. He pulled her to him, holding her a little more closely than necessary as he led her in a waltz, both parties pleasantly surprised at their partner's skill in the dance,
"I'll rip his liver out and feed it to him." Klaus growled, glowering over her head at the guffawing mayor, Caroline going rigid in his arms,
"You can't just kill some drunken guy who gets a little flirty with me!" She whispered, eyes wide in horror,
"He had his hands on you. He deserves to suffer." He said, wholly serious, unaware of the horror flooding Caroline's system.
"No! I will not have you killing someone because of me!"
He finally looked at her tilting his head as he considered her reaction; "I've been meaning to get rid of him for a while. He's too greedy. I was planning on forcing retirement, but..."
"Don't you dare! I will never speak to you again and I will personally spit roast you!"
He pouted at her, "Not even a kidney?"
"No!"
"Are you sure? It wouldn't kill him. Well it might. If not for the extreme blood loss then perhaps the poisoning from eating his own raw kidney..."
"Yes I'm sure! Don't you dare lay a hand on him if you want me to ever be within a foot of you again!" She threatened,
"Fine. I'll just blackmail him like I was originally planning."
"Much better." She said, her eyes scanning the room to check that no one was watching them. Klaus didn't socialise much, and he hadn't been that evening, preferring to stick with his family members, so most of the humans in the room didn't even know what he looked like. With or without a mask. Her own personal Gatsby. Except he wasn't hers, she reminded herself, personal or otherwise.
"Encouraging blackmail? You surprise me, Caroline Beaulieu." He said, his mood changing as he concentrated on her, and the feeling of her body pressed against his as they moved around the dance floor.
"You seem to have this impression of me as a goody goody. How do you think the coven gets the influence within the town that we do?"
Klaus tilted his head, "I'm not really sure what I thought, to be honest. It's just, they're so righteous."
"Righteous? Is that just because we don't kill people?" She said disbelievingly,
"Don't kill people?" He let out a sarcastic laugh, "Tell that to my hybrids. Your coven does seem to enjoy killing them."
"They're not people! They're... things! Unnatural, an imbalance in the great order of things!"
"I do believe I hear your grandmother there. Did it ever occur to you that becoming a hybrid is a blessing?"
"A blessing? You turn werewolves against their will! Turning them into monsters, killers!" She said passionately, Klaus hushing her slightly as her voice became a little loud.
"Have you ever seen a wolf turn, Caroline? Seen how painful it is? Why do you think I have werewolf followers? They want to become hybrids. Becoming a hybrid saves them the excruciating pain of turning every month." She seemed to be speechless, having never seen the other side of the war before; Klaus shrugged dismissively, "I don't want to fight, love, not when there are other, more pleasurable things we could be doing." He said, attempting to lighten the mood.
Caroline rolled her eyes, "So we're back to the puns now are we? How mature."
"What else would you like to talk about? The torture I can inflict on that ex-boyfriend of yours? Please, do tell me his name." He said, almost goading her.
"So are you going to torture any guy who has laid a hand on me?" She said sarcastically,
"How many men are we talking about here, Caroline?" He said, his expression becoming angrier by the millisecond at the idea of any man but him touching her,
"No! Not many at all! I didn't mean it like that."
"Do I want to know how many?"
"Oh for Brigid's sake. Are you seriously asking me my number right now? Whilst we're dancing? In public?" She could tell from his expression he thought it was a perfectly reasonable request,
"I mean, I could always go and find the mayor."
"Don't you dare! I am not telling you. And there's nothing you can do to convince me to tell you."
"I'm pretty sure there are plenty of ways..." He said seductively, making her heart flutter in her chest, the underlying ache between her thighs hitting her with its full force,
"Two!" She squeaked, unable to think of anything else to stop him from looking at her like that.
He looked a little taken aback at her confession, remembering their conversation, "Is that including me?" He asked, eyes narrowed. Caroline could only meekly nod, her heart rate somewhat slowing (as much as it could around him). He became smug, his posture straightening with his grin, only one person to murder then, he thought happily.
She gaped at him, "Seriously? You're puffing out like a peacock right now."
He shrugged once more, leading her steps with grander moves, making her dizzy with the whiskey in her system, she giggled at his reaction, shaking her head at his antics, he slowed momentarily, a thought overcoming him, "I want to show you something. Will you come with me?"
Caroline felt surprised at the sincerity in his tone as they slowed to a halt on the dance floor. She spared a glance around the room, finding that no one was paying them any attention and nodded hesitantly. He lit up like a little boy, a grin overcoming his features as he turned, gently holding her hand as he led them through the courtyard, and into the actual house itself. Caroline looked around interestedly, having been told horror stories about the house as a child, but finding it rather, well, unscary, "This place you're taking me to doesn't have a bed, does it?" She said uncertainly, the alcohol clouding her brain to mouth filter,
He shot her a grin over his shoulder, "Worried you might ravish me?"
Caroline laughed, stumbling a little as he led her up some stairs, "Don't worry, you're safe. I don't intend to betray my coven again." Lie.
"We'll see about that. And no, the room does not have a bed. It's a study."
"Who even lives here if you don't?"
"My sister and her little courting friends," He paused, pushing a door open to a room Caroline assumed was a study, Klaus pulling her inside, "and sometimes Marcel - what in the bloody hell are you doing?" Klaus roared, his anger directed at something in the study Caroline couldn't see. She peeked around him, turning scarlet at what she saw, eyebrows shooting towards her hairline as her eyes became as round as saucers.
Klaus swiveled to face Caroline, his free hand covering his eyes at the sight of his very naked baby sister being... mauled, by Marcel, "Rebekah, what the bloody hell are you doing?" He roared, still clutching Caroline's hand, suddenly very glad she was wearing a mask. Caroline heard scrambling, supposedly the pair getting dressed. She knew Rebekah was his sister from the gossip around town, and she knew Marcel from several unpleasant encounters (one almost resulting in her decapitating him with her graduation cap). She also knew that Marcel and Rebekah were a thing. A notoriously volatile thing.
"Nik, I'm sorry, we didn't think-"
"Obviously you didn't fucking well think, considering you're shagging on Elijah's sofa!"
"Come on, Klaus," Caroline heard the smooth, obviously American voice croon. She knew that voice, and it sent cold shivers up her spine, "Chill, buddy."
"'Chill'? You want me to bloody fucking 'chill'? I'm going to have your head for this! Defiling my baby sister right in front of me." He shouted, Caroline not sure whether to laugh or run away from the situation, "And Elijah just got that couch reupholstered. You are going to be in so much trouble," He snipped, still with his back to them, hand over his eyes unable to face them.
"Don't you dare tell Elijah!" Rebekah was shouting this time, a little bit of fear in her voice,
"I will! And I'll tell him about the time I caught you two shagging on his desk!"
Marcel sighed as the siblings continued to argue, "If you tell him about the desk, I'll tell him about how you ruined his favourite silk tie!" Rebekah returned. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, or the fact that two one thousand year old beings that people regularly almost peed themselves over were acting like complete children, Caroline couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips.
"What was that? Do you have someone with you?" Rebekah's voice came again and Caroline's eyes became wide; pursing her lips together to suppress another giggle. Klaus lowered his hand, glaring sulkily at Caroline for her amusement,
"It's no one, I just-" Through the open window of the study, they could hear faint screaming coming from the courtyard, gradually gaining momentum as more and more people began screaming and yelling.
"Oh, what the bloody hell is going on now?" Came Rebekah's irritated voice, and Klaus led Caroline out of the room, leaving Rebekah and Marcel alone. He let go of her hand, marching down the stairs at a brisk pace that Caroline had to run to keep up with. Once they reached the courtyard, there were people swarming in every direction to get out of the party, yells and screams to be heard. The silk that had been their ceiling for the evening was in fiery tatters, the material going up in long blazing lines along the courtyard where it had fallen, and there in the middle of the courtyard was a small group of people clustered around something.
Klaus shoved his way through the fiery mess, a determined Caroline on his heels, a startled scream forming in her throat as the broken circle revealed a body. It wasn't the mangled body that had been thrown from the balcony above that had made her scream. Or even how their throat had been ripped open in a grotesque show of vocal cords and jugulars, blood pooling into blonde hair. It was the person.
Caroline went flying to her knees beside the body, hands covering the neck to try and stop the blood that wasn't flowing anymore, "Caroline, don't she's gone." She heard a voice behind her,
She couldn't believe it, not the person who she'd known and loved as family her entire life, "No! She can't be! Camille! Cami! Open your eyes!"
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A/N:
Haha, did I have you going for a second there? Did you think it was Lillian?
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