Ties That Tear Apart
Summary: If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. And if that still doesn't work, steal their prized possessions, the girl. Yeah the girl.
Chapter I: The Magician
Klaus paced the bedroom floor, his eyes trained on Marcel and Elena. They had just gotten back three hours ago. Elena had ran in, clung to Klaus. She held onto him tightly and he had to near break her arm to get her off of him. She had thought something had happened to him and he had to scowl. Damon probably had gotten the call from Kale and then used it against Elena to make her do this. Damon loved messing with him. He rolled his eyes.
He had persuaded her to feed Marcel. She was one of the only human's left in the house and felt that Bonnie, with her own agenda would try to steal or terrorize her own blood. She had done that too him once, drugged herself with vervain, made him feed on her. He had been out for days with Elena and Damon taking care of him. Though once he cleaned right up, he handled the little witch. She had been pissed at him for reasons unknown and just wanted some alone time with him. The saucy little minx. He smirked, but it faded. He heard Elena, whimper. He turned his head towards her.
Marcel was hovering over her, tearing into her wrist. She should have been used to this, though. Klaus did the same thing. Only, he was sure, but probably his mind was playing tricks on him. Elena would try to coax him into fucking her. He would then, pull back, shake himself of the sensational blood that flooded through him and leave. He would avoid her for days. He knew Elena and Bonnie talked, but he didn't think of his skills that exceptional to boast. He had heard that Damon was at his...best as well.
"Marcel..." Klaus spoke up, stopping his pacing as he watched Marcel thrust against Elena. Klaus's eyes shot down towards her own. Her head was thrown back, moving with his thrusts. They couldn't have been?
Klaus silenced himself. He honestly thought Marcel wouldn't with his, fiancee being here and all. Speaking of...
He turned on his heel, departing from the room, giving Marcel and Elena space. If they fucked, not his issue. As long as he didn't ruin her blood. Oddly with Elena not being a virgin, her blood tasted sweet as of one. Klaus closed the door behind him, bringing his hands together as he started towards the other room. Damon had left them once Klaus had mentioned about Marcel's own human being here. Damon had seemed intrigued, actually more intrigued than usual, which in all the years, that Damon stood beside him. Nothing really got him going like that had done.
Klaus tilted his head, nearly at the door. He heard a slight moan and Damon's own voice. He might as well stop it before it got any further. He knew how convincing Damon could be and didn't want anymore bad blood between him and Marcel. Only once his hand reached the door, a cool chill came over him and he turned around to face her. He knew it was Bonnie. Every time she walked into a room, she had this air about her that made him still. She was a powerful witch and could bring him to his knees. Now if she wanted to play that game, he didn't have the time.
"What do you want, witch?"
She held her head up high, her eyes as dark as the outfit she were. Surprisingly, she had settled in jeans and a white t-shirt. When he told her to change into something else besides her normal wear, he hadn't expected her to take it so seriously.
"She's here. Everything alright?
Klaus leaned against the door, his hands crossed over his chest. The jacket he wore stretched to welcome it. "Why would it concern you? I'd thought you'd stay locked in your room."
Bonnie shook her head, looking at the door he was leaned against before turning towards the door he had just left. "You let Marcel enter you home? Why?"
She had never asked so many questions before. This was almost as worst when Damon turned her mother. "What's all the confusion, can't you see I have to welcome my house guest." He nodded his head towards the door, trying to stop the smirk from forming on his lips.
"I want you to see something and then you can welcome the girl."
Klaus did nothing but nod. He took Bonnie's words seriously. She had never failed him before, well that one time. But that was a thing of the past. He was sure she had gotten over it.
;..:
Caroline did and would not consider this cheating. He had started the kissing. He was kissing her, this strange man and his hands were...She jumped as she felt said hands coming around her hips to grab at her bare ass, pulling her up against him. She felt dazed, still shocked that they were kissing, she was naked. He didn't care though. His lips were parting hers, his tongue was sliding along her own, trying to coax it out.
"Get off..."
The man stopped, breaking the kiss to pull her closer to him. He had set himself between her bare thighs. His hands removing themselves from her ass to slide up her back. She shivered against his touch, pressing herself against him. His hands were cold. She tilts her head back, grabbing onto his shoulders to push herself away, but it only seems to further fuel his passion. He dips his head, his dark hair tickles her chin as he licks along her collar. His lips feel like hot fire. Desire begins to arise. She lets out a sweet moan.
"I missed this about you Caroline. Why did it ever stop?"
Caroline swallowed her. Her desire slowly fading. How did he know her and...
She let out a surprised whimper as she felt his kisses going lower. He was almost at her breast and she had to bring her hands up to grab for his hair. She pulled firmly on his hair. He followed her movements, looking up, confusion across his face. His eyes were dark like Marcel's. Was he going to wrap his hands around her throat for defying him?
"Who are you?"
The man leaned back. His hold on her tightened. She gulped, swallowing hard, closing her eyes. She had just fed from a vampire. She could take it...
"Wait, are you the vampire that fed me?" Her eyes opened slowly. She moves herself to slide off of him, spreading her legs. The cool air brushes against her and she hisses. She hasn't been touched in so long. Marcel avoids her in that way. He'll pleasure her, but only if he can feed. Her breath hitches in her throat. "If you want payment, you can take it back. Just be quick. He might come back."
She didn't want to say his name. Every time she did, when he wasn't around, it was like summoning him and that was something she wanted to avert at all cost. Especially like this, she was exposed in front of some stranger. He'd choked the blood right back out of her.
"What happened to you, Caroline? I didn't feed you. I should have. I didn't know you were here until I snooped."
Caroline was confused. What was he talking about? "If you didn't feed me, why are you touching me inappropriately?"
"Inappropriately? Blondie, we used to date." He scoffed, rolling his eyes, his expression becoming hard. "I touched you inappropriately for awhile. You used to like it too." He sneered, grabbing for her, sliding right back between her legs, placing his hands on her hips. He flipped them around, throwing her on her back, pressing his harden bulge against her, grounding it into her. He held back the moan. She let hers out. "I would take you on the floor when you came home from school. You used to call me so you could skip and then we'd end up fucking in the bathroom." One hand fell from her hip, his own lifted up just to give enough space so he could play with her dampening folds. She squirmed underneath him.
He continued. "The scar between your thighs." He flicked over her folds with his fingers, adjusting himself so he could have enough room. He quickly looked down to find it. It was jagged. Reminded him of a tear. He traced it with his finger nail, his face hardening further. "Stefan had turned off his humanity and came after you. He wanted to hurt me. He had me hung from a ceiling and stuffed me with vervain. I..."He continued to trace the scar and Caroline moved to balance herself on her elbows to look. That scar.
Marcel had told her she received it from him feeding on her. He had lost control and was pulled off of her, tearing her skin. She hadn't remembered the event. She probably had blocked it from her mind, but for some reason, this man's story seemed right.
"You found me. I don't know how you did and you helped me down. Then you forced me to feed from you. I was against it, but you are persuasive. I almost drained you, but you helped me come back."
Caroline nodded. She wanted to believe this man's story. She did. But she couldn't recall. And she wasn't going to put herself in a mindless state to remember. "I'm sorry." She stated boldly. "I don't know who you are. If you aren't going to take it from me, then least cover me up before Marcel gets back. I don't want you to get hurt."
The man scoffed once again, rolling off of her. He grabbed for the covers, throwing them at her. She grabbed for them frantically, covering every inch of her flesh. The only thing that showed was her head and her wild curly hair.
He soon chuckled looking over how tight she had wrapped her self. Although his face never softened. "You're still mad aren't you, blondie? I told you it meant nothing. That bitch came at me. I told you what I said. I would..."
Caroline sat up, wiggling her arms from under the covers to silence him. She had had enough. "Look, I'm supposed to be here because a guy was killed over messing with me. Marcel will hurt you. Just leave. I don't know who you are. And you're confusing me."
He was also making her head hurt.
The man nodded, pissed, but then something flashed over his eyes and stuck out his tongue in realization, only nothing was said. "It's Damon." He turned around, grabbed for the door, stepped out, and slammed it behind him.
Caroline threw herself back on the bed, moving her hands behind her hand as she stared at the dark ceiling.
What the hell was that?
:..;
Klaus stared at the black truck that Marcel had arrived here. Bonnie had walked him out there. He had told her they could have drove, but she had spoke with a cool voice that it was urgent and he would miss it. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to be looking for.
The car was bashed in the front. Two doors were knocked off as far as he could tell. Half of it was floating in the lake below. He looked over the bridge's edge, trying to get a closer look.
"The compelled driver doesn't remember, but getting up this morning." Bonnie spoke, staring out into the lake. Her voice was cold as the air. Klaus smirked, turning down to look at the witch.
"Your point? The only one who knew he was coming was us and him. You saying I did this and erased it from my own memory. Are you smoking the little sage and herbs you use, witch?"
Bonnie cracked a slow smile, turning her head up to face Klaus. "No. I'm saying this was set up. Or maybe I'm wrong. I sensed the crash as it happened, Klaus. Not before. This was planned. Someone wants your attention." She paused, looking over her shoulder. She heard rustling and already knew who it was. She scoffed, taking a step to the side to make room for him.
"Damon." Klaus spoke nonchalantly as he appeared right beside him. He had been looking for him, but talking to Bonnie had cleared his mind of it. "What did you do to Marcel's fiancee?"
Damon crossed his arms over his chest, his stance hard, ready. Bonnie placed her hands on her hips, staring hard at him.
"Damon." Klaus repeated. He hoped Damon hadn't took it upon himself to take from the girl. "You idiot. Now I have to..."
"He doesn't stink of the girl. He probably ate her." Bonnie cracked another smile, only her eyes did not. They were focused only on Damon.
"I did neither. She doesn't remember me. After everything, she forgot about me."
"What? Why would she remember you, Damon? Don't tell me you fucked her already and was trying to revive the dead relationship."
Damon shook his head, turning his back on the lake, leaning against the railing of the bridge. "She's Caroline. The girl I told you about, Klaus. She doesn't remember me, but remembers some gay werewolf."
Bonnie's ears perked up. Her gaze softened on Damon. She had heard tales of Caroline from Elena. Damon had been wasted and had revealed all he could about the human that had got under him. It didn't make any sense. Only Bonnie listened. Elena was the only human around and she was girl. Bonnie wouldn't have said it to Klaus, but she enjoyed their gossip fests, even though she had nothing interesting to talk about. What most she knew about Damon, she heard from Elena.
"Werewolf. I didn't know Marcel involved himself with their kind."
Klaus's own face hardened and he looked at Bonnie. "Excuse me."
Bonnie's face never fell. "You know what I mean. Last thing you heard about werewolves, he had ran them out of New Orleans. Why would he invite one back in? Unless..." She looked at Klaus, her brow arching as she paused.
Klaus shook his head. "No. No one knows about my secret and I intend to keep it that way, witch." he turned his head towards Damon. He was slightly curious of this Caroline. He hadn't really been looking at her. While he was feeding her, he had been in a rush for it to be over with. He hadn't thought of it as important to look at her. He had no business too. Marcel as he remembered was very territorial about his things. Klaus knew because he was the same and he had created him after all. He knew he had picked up some of his habits.
"Something's wrong with her, though. I don't like it." Damon replied, clicking his tongue at the roof of his mouth.
"We don't have time to go on about forgotten loves. We have to figured out why their ride was attacked." Klaus crossed his own arms over his chest, sighing. He wanted this over with.
"I don't care Klaus. I..." Damon froze, pushing himself off the railing. "She's wrong, broken. She was afraid of me. Us. She thought I was getting payment for feeding her, so Klaus once you announce that you fed her. She'll fuck you to get it over with."
Damon near shouted. He wasted in time in speeding off, leaving Bonnie and Klaus back as they were.
"Bonnie, look into that werewolf thing that Damon mentioned. If you have to leave the property then do so, but be quick about it. Come back though." Bonnie nodded, tightening her hold on her hips.
"I have no where to go, Klaus. My mother's a vampire and he's daggered. I'll only leave once he's free." Bonnie's expression harden and then within seconds, she faded into nothing, leaving Klaus alone.
