A/N: PLEASE READ... I HAVE A REQUEST!
I was wondering if someone might know a person who would be willing to do a cover image for my story?
(I'm not good at that sort of thing, and leave it to the professionals, lol.)
I have to say my little darlings, all the support I have gotten for this story so far, has, once again, blown me away. I never thought in the beginning that it would be so well received, but as time has gone on, it has continued to be a success with all of you. Once again, I thank each and every single person who has reviewed, followed, and favorited this story from the bottom of my heart... It means more to me than I could ever possibly say. You guys are the best!
(P.S) The first part in italics in this chapter, will be when Klaus is seeing the memory of Kol's talk with Bonnie, while he is asleep. The second part will be another Caroline dream, once I switch to her point of view.
SONG: "UNDISCLOSED DESIRE" BY, MUSE.
(WHEN YOU SEE THE LYRICS OF THE SONG STARTING, (THEY ARE IN BOLD-ITALICS), THEN I HIGHLY RECOMMEND PAUSING IN YOUR READING AND LOOKING UP THE FULL SONG ON YOUTUBE, SO YOU CAN LISTEN TO IT DURING THAT SECTION OF THE CHAPTER. TRUST ME, IT MAKES IT MORE FUN.)
Now, with all of that said... On to Chapter 2.
Disclaimer: I checked, and sadly I do not own anything except for the plot I came up with for the story, and I will return all the 'TVD' characters to the show as soon as I am done playing with them. I make no money from this. This is done for pure fun, and as an outlet for my always active imagination.
.Klaus's POV.
The moment was burned indelibley into his brain. The image in his mind, of his mate enjoying the setting sun in that field, was one that he wanted to immortalize in a painting. He'd been working tirelessly for several hours now, his hand maneuvering the paintbrush fluidly across the canvas. Anyone who really knew him, would know that, when he was working this furiously on a new painting, you left him well alone. But that didn't always stop people from disturbing him anyway. Or, at least... it didn't stop his siblings. It was a rare occurence for Elijah to interrupt him when he was working on a new project with such fervor. Needless to say, Rebekah and Kol interrupted him more often.
He set his paintbrush aside, stepping back to inspect his work. It was nearly finished already, as he had decided to make it a smaller painting instead. This was a more personal piece of art; one which he did not intend to readily share with others. At least for a while. He got up and left his studio, locking it. He knew it wouldn't stop his siblings from entering, but they knew better. This was his private space. They were only ever allowed in there, if he was in there as well.
He hadn't forgotten about wanting to know how Kol had found out about the spell cast on him. He walked through the halls of the manor until he reached the door to his brother's bedroom. He listened carefully, with his advanced hearing, for any sounds that would indicate his brother was inside. He rolled his eyes. Kol was snoring. He figured that he must have purposefully drank enough to make himself pass out, so as to avoid the conversation for as long as possible. Foolish thinking on Kol's part really. Klaus was powerful enough that he could search his mind while his little brother slept peacefully. He knew that it wouldn't wake him up though, Kol was a very heavy sleeper, even more so when drunk. He entered the room and silently closed the door behind him. He sat carefully down next to his brother on the bed, placing both of hands on either side of his brother's head, letting the tips of his fingers rest against his temples. He gently searched through his brother's memory, (not having to look very hard), for his conversation with Bonnie appeared in his brother's mind. 'Well... that was easy.' He thought to himself and settled in to watch the show.
Earlier that day... (Kol's talk with Bonnie, from his pov.)
He'd nearly been killed two weeks ago, and little had helped to temper his rage. Alcohol and the batting cages in the local park seemed to be all that interested him when he wasn't thinking of ways to make the Gilberts pay. The satisfying crack of the metal bat hitting the ball to the other end of the cage burst through him, as he hit one baseball after another. He'd been here for several hours already, refilling the machine that shot out the balls several times over. He didn't see himself leaving for at least a few hours more.
He was waiting for the next baseball to shoot itself from the machine and saw that it was empty. He'd been so deep in his thoughts that he'd not realized that it had ran out. He huffed, grabbed a bin and began to collect the balls to refill the machine. The weight of the bin didn't faze him. 'Yay, for super strength.' he thought to himself. He was bending down to pick up another baseball, when he got the feeling that he was being watched. He released his hold on the bin and set it down.
He turned in a slow circle, surveying his surroundings. His gaze went right over her at first and then snapped right back, once his brain realized that he recognized her face. Bonnie Bennett.
The last remaining witch of the ever powerful Bennett line. Her mother was a former witch, who had been turned by Damon Salvatore, in order to break the Bennett family line that his mother had tried to draw power from, in order to kill him and his siblings. Niklaus had been the main target. He always would be, with his hybrid nature.
The little being before him, with her light mocha skin, deep, forest green eyes, and coffee colored hair, had an air of arrogance about her. She was powerful indeed, but her demeanor was greatly amusing him. She gave a little nod of her head, indicating the seat on the bench beside her. Looking around him for anyone that might be watching, (thankfully there was not,) he used his vamp speed to reach the seat beside her. He was smiling, sitting next to her within a few seconds.
"To what do I owe the pleasure Miss Bennett? Here to watch the show?" He said, gesturing to the batting cages a few yards from them.
She scoffed. "You wish, Kol-"
"So you do know my name?!" His arrogant grin only served to annoy her.
"There isn't a single supernatural in this town who doesn't know the names of you and your family memebers."
"I see our reputation is still going strong then."
"That would be the understatement of the year." She muttered under her breath.
Of course he had heard her, though it was of no importance to him. "Well, Bonnie... seeing as you didn't come to just stare at me then, what do you want?" The sight of her pretty little face had perked him up a tiny bit, but over all, his mood was still not the best.
"I want you to leave Jeremy and Elena alone!" She said with finality.
"Yeah... That is one wish I can't grant darling. Keep trying."
"You know, I met a witch once who cast a spell on a vampire, so that whatever happened to her, happened to someone else. It wasn't pretty." She said dryly.
"Sounds kinky Bonnie, dear... But I fail to see how that has anything to do with me."
"The vampire was Katherine Pierce." A somewhat cheeky grin took over her face.
Kol visibly tensed. "Now there is a name I've not heard in a while. Although, 500 years ago she was known as Katerina Petrova. The second doppelganger." And the last, they'd thought, until they found out about Elena Gilbert. "My brother Elijah still calls her Katerina, much of the time. Old habits die hard, I suppose." He said on a sigh.
"Katherine had the witch cast that spell on her when she found out that the Salvatores were trying to kill her. Whenever they managed to hurt her, Elena was wounded the same way." She looked him directly in the eye as she said this.
He began to get the feeling that something was very wrong. His grin vanished. "Katherine may be a bitch, but a wiley bitch she remains. She'd have to be, having run from Nik for 500 years... I still fail to see what this has to do with me."
"After I found out the exact spell that was used, I tweaked it a little and cast it on them. Now whatever happens to them... happens to you." She said with smug finality.
He ground his teeth together. The witch was truly a foolish one. Powerful, but foolish.
"If what you say is true, Bonnie, then I suggest you remove the spell before I start removing the body parts of someone you care for. I believe your father is in town, is he not?" He was hard-pressed trying to keep his anger under control. If he made another scene, then his brother would dagger him for sure. And there was no way in hell he was going back into that bloody coffin!
"See, I knew you would say that. From what I heard of a little conversation Rebekah and Elijah were having a while back, Klaus is really serious about wanting to dagger you since you cant seem to keep your temper under control." She had already cast a protection spell on herself. If Kol tried to harm her, he'd find himself with a broken appendage.
His hand was positively itching to rip the witch's tongue from her delectable looking mouth.
"Like to play with fire, do you?" If looks could kill, the Bennett witch would have been dead long ago.
"I'm a witch. It comes with the territory." She said archly.
He scoffed. "You must really have a death wish Bonnie."
"And you must really like pain. Because if you hurt them in any way, whatever pain you cause them, will feel 10 times worse. Another little tweak of mine."
He shot to his feet, pacing for a moment in front of her. He whipped back around suddenly, his chocolate eyes now blazing with barely contained fury.
"I swear to you little witch, if you dont reverse this spell, I won't think twice about killing you and every person you have ever come into contact with in your life, my brother and his bloody dagger be damned. There is nothing on earth that would be able to protect you, or anyone else."
"No... You won't."
"I don't see how you could stop me Bennett." He growled, the menace in his words barely seemed to faze her.
"The last tweak I put into the spell, was that I tied it to my magical signature. Only my magic can undo it. You kill me, you kill anyone, and that spell will never be undone." She stood up then, pinning him with her fiercest glare and began walking away. She stopped. "Oh, and one more thing Kol," She said turning back to him for a brief moment. "I put a protection spell on myself too. If you try to hurt me, you'll find something of yours breaking... And lets just say you wouldn't be able to entertain any lady friends for a day, or two." The smugness in her smile nearly stripped him of what little control he had left. She walked away.
He stood there, shock and rage plainly written on his face. He sped to a nearby tree a smashed his fist against, creating a good sized hole. Shaking off the splinters from his hand, he sped off into the woods, desperately needing to kill something.
With that last image of his brother running off, Klaus slipped gently from his mind, and left the room. The Bennett witch was learning. He really wasn't happy with this spell business, but the protection spell that Bonnie had placed on herself, while he had initially cringed, (he was a man to, after all), it now left him smirking in amusement. His little brother was a true lover of women, and had been this way for as long as he could remember. No matter the consequence's, he wouldn't risk that part of himself for anything. Not even for his great want of revenge.
Nothing could be done tonight however, the hour was late, and he was mentally exhausted. Expending that kind of energy to reach into an Original's mind, (no matter that he was an Original himself), was not an easy task. It would tire anyone, no matter how powerful. He retired for the evening to his own bedroom. Stripping himself of all his clothing, changed into a pair of cotton sleeping pants. He was asleep soon after his head hit the pillow.
.Caroline's POV.
This was one of those dreams where you definitely knew you were dreaming, and definitely didn't care. That was how she felt. She was just having to much fun to bothering with waking up anytime soon. She was on a stage, in a private club of some sort. It looked intimate, classy... and pricey! This wasn't your average run-of-the-mill club. It was modern. The lighting around the white walls glowing an icey blue. The chandeliers cast a soft white light over the dance floor, while the surrounding tables all had their own tiny lamps. The illumation from the floor lighting behind the bar counter shown up through the glass shelving holding various types of alcohol, making them seem like they were glowing.
'Whoever designed this place is a genius.' She thought to herself.
Despite the place being packed, it somehow felt cozy. The stage she was on a fair size; it had room enough for a live band and a little extra room for singers. The dance floor was a shining black marble, strewn with veins of silver. A dark, dark brown hardwood covered the rest of the space. The tables were muted silver in color, so as to keep the glare from the lighting down to a minimum. The seating, plain black wooden chairs with white cushions. The place looked fantastic. It screamed 'I'm spendy, but I'm so worth it.' It wasn't to much though. It was just right.
She looked around the sea of faces, not recognizing anyone, but smiled with warmth none the less. She loved the attention. She may not know any of them, but they seemed to know who she was. They were yelling, cheering, pleading for more of her enchanting voice. It looked like she was the singer here. Now you see why she was having so much fun in her dream. All of the hopeful, adoring eyes of people who were her fans, looked up to her, calling her with their gazes, as well as their mouths.
She heard the band start up behind her, a low, steady, seductive rhythm, that had her swaying along with it, much to the crowd's delight, (if their cheers were anything to go by), until she started to sing.
I know you've suffered, But I don't want you to hide
It's cold and loveless, I won't let you be denied
Soothing, I'll make you feel pure
Trust Me, You can be sure
I want to reconsile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty's not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demon's from your past
I want to satisfy the Undisclosed Desires in heart
You trick your lover's, That your wicked and divine
You may be a sinner, But your innocence is mine
Please Me, Show me how it's done
Tease Me, You are the one
I want to reconsile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty's not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demon's from your past
I want to satisfy the Undisclosed Desires in heart
A face, illuminated in a dark corner by the soft light of the table lamp, drew her gaze like a magnet. His ocean blue eyes snaring her own, luring her, seducing her. Thank god for the break in the song, because she couldn't remember a thing. If she'd had been in the middle of a verse, or the chorus, she'd have embarrassed herself by forgetting the words, so entranced was she by the expressive look in his eyes alone.
Raising an eyebrow then, he flashed her an amused and somewhat cocky grin. The bastard knew the effect he had on her. That spurred her into action. She threw him an equally mischeivous grin before she started to sing again, a few seconds later.
Please Me, Show me how it's done
Trust Me, You are the one
I want to reconsile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty's not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demon's from your past
I want to satisfy the Undisclosed Desires in heart
She finished the song to wild cheers from the crowd. She gestured to the band, who bowed to the sea of people on the dance floor, earning another round of applause. She gave a bow of her own and the applauding fans cheered once more. With a few choice words and a wave of farewell, she left the stage for the night.
She eyed the man at the corner table, his eyes had followed every move she'd made all evening. He raised a brow at her and tipped his glass to her, congratulating her in his own way, on a job well done. She gave him a small smile and left the main area of the club, retreating to her dressing room.
She showered in the en-suite bathroom, washing off the smell of sweat and smoke. She toweled herself dry and changed into a jean skirt and midnight-blue halter. She really loved this shirt. She couldn't wear a bra with it though, as it was mostly backless. She'd just finished drying her hair and slipped into her favorite black heels, when she heard a knock at her dressing room door. She smiled to herself. She knew who it was. She looked at the clock, he was right on time.
She opened the door to find him leaning against the frame with a seductive grin lighting his face.
"You shouldn't be back here." She told him.
"No, this is the one place on earth I should be, love." He replied.
She tugged on his shirt, pulling him into the room, slamming the door behind him with her foot. Her lips found his immediately. Their mouths falling into a dance they had long since perfected. He gently nipped her bottom lip with his teeth, her gasp gave him entrance to her mouth. His tongue plunged at once, leaving no area untouched. Her own tongue began a fierce duel with his. She mewled at feeling his hands traveling down her back, cupping her delectable behind, pulling her flush against him. Her hands hastily pushed his jacket from his shoulders, letting it fall where it may.
He chuckled. His woman was a wildcat behind closed doors.
She let another gasp escape her as she found herself up against a wall. His hands still on her behind, lifted her, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist.
"Nik." She breathed, her voice a husky whisper.
He ceased his journey of kissing across her shoulder and looked into her eyes. The blaze of desire he saw there, he knew was a reflection of his own. Her breathing was labored. She ran a hand through his hair, trailing it to his neck, massaging as she went. Her other hand went down his chest. Upon reaching the hem of his shirt she slipped her hand beneath it, caressing the chiseled planes of his stomach.
He groaned and attacked her lips. The proximity of her body to his did sinful things to him. A thousand different scenario's flew through his mind of what he wanted to do to her. He pulled away after several long, heated minutes of leisurely kissing her.
"Nik... p-please." She whimpered with her pleasure.
He knew what she wanted, but he wanted to hear her say the words.
"Tell me what you want, Caroline." His eyes were hypnotizing. She couldn't look away.
She gave a groan of her own.
"Say it, love... two little words is all it takes." His tongue darted out to lick a path along her neck, sucking the skin at the junction where it met her shoulder, marking her.
"Oh, my god... Dammit Nik, just do it already." She let out a low moan.
He was determined though. He wouldn't do it until she said the words. "Say. It. Caroline." He punctuated each word with a kiss along her jaw.
"Bite me, damn you." She said the words with clenched teeth.
"With pleasure, sweetheart." He whispered into her ear.
She barely supressed a loud, pleasured moan when she finally felt his fangs sinking deeply, blissfully into her neck.
Caroline eyes shot open, her hand going immediately to her neck, and breathed a sigh of relief when she felt nothing but smooth skin. She layed there, in the dark of her bedroom, wondering why she'd dreamt of him two nights in a row now. This one had been way different then the one from last night.
'What the hell is going on with my dreams?!' She growled in her mind. Her first instinct was to say that someone was giving her these dreams, but a tiny part of her mind was telling her that wasn't the answer. She immediately squashed the little voice. There was no other plausible explanation. At least, none that she could immediately think of.
She turned in her bed to face the window. The sky was still pitch black. The only light piercing the inky darkness was the artificial light of the street lamps, and the glowing, natural light of the moon.
It was still the middle of the night. She would find out what was going on with her dreams in the morning.