Eek! I'm sorry about the massive delay. I'm hoping to update more frequently (fingers crossed). For anyone who's actually sticking with me, I'm in love with you 3 xoxo
(Oh and here's for Klaroline! My crack ship that I've been supporting since Klaus turned up has actually got a (tiny) bit of evidence behind it. And the Klaus/Caroline fics have been piling in. I read some article talking about naming the new pairing Klausoline and I got a teensy bit annoyed. It's Klaroline :P. Anywho, don't mind me...)

Chapter 4

"Sex." The comment comes out of nowhere and a blushing Caroline spins around to look at Damon in disbelief.

"What about it?" she queries him in confusion. He grins,

"It's our greatest weapon." She frowns,

"We have super speed, unbelievable strength, night vision, compulsion, accelerated healing and fangs and sex is our greatest weapon?" He laughs shortly,

"People will do anything for it. Look at us. We're gorgeous."

"Your modesty never ceases to amaze me," she comments dryly.

"If you have it, flaunt it. And you, my darling Caroline, have it. But you sure as hell do not know how to flaunt it." She begins to protest but he cuts her off, "We are the ultimate stage of evolution. Look at us. Look." He drags her over to the full length mirror and she stares at the reflection of the pair.

They are beautiful. Breathtaking. Deadly.

She shakes her head and tries to look away but he holds her firmly in place.

"We are the dominant species. We are the final step of creation. We're so much better than humans and they will do anything to be near us; to be with us."

"So what?" she asks dryly.

"So, my dear Caroline," he says rolling his eyes, "This is why we don't need compulsion to get them to do what we want. They'll already do anything we want with a bat of our eyelids." She rolls her eyes, mimicking his earlier action,

"Only when you have as pretty, girly eyelashes as you." He sticks out his tongue at her and she laughs in delight. It's such a childish sound that it sounds wrong coming from her mouth that she was feeding with only yesterday. Her smile fades and the laughter dies as she remembers her victim's pleas.

"Don't, Caroline," Damon's voice is firm.

"Don't what?"

"Don't sympathise. Don't empathise. Don't regret. This is who you are. You can't feel sorry for what is an essential part of your nature." Her eyes grow hard,

"I told you, I'm not turning off my emotions." He shakes his head,

"And I'm not asking you too." She sighs and he continues, "Get dressed. We're going out."

"Why?" He smirks,

"I'm going to teach you how to use our greatest weapon."

The club they're standing in the centre of is loud, crowded and hot. Caroline's dress leaves almost nothing to the imagination and the way she grinds against Damon is conjuring wicked fantasies in the minds of every man around them. They swap partners, pulling humans towards them and placing faint kisses against the side of their mouths. Caroline moans and the man she's holding nearly collapses on the ground in desire. He begins whispering lewd suggestions into her ear and she giggles, as if anything he could offer apart from his blood could entice her.

She plays a different game that night. When she tells him the rules he doesn't know the consequences of failure unlike last night's victim. She lays back against the silk sheets covering the queen sized bed in their suite. Damon has disappeared, taking his own prey with him. She beckons the man forwards,

"We're going to play a game lovely." He grins sharply, as if he is the one in control,

"I do love games."

"Wonderful," Caroline murmurs wickedly. "You're going to fuck me," his eyes widen at her brazen language. She continues, "All night. If I am not satisfied with your… performance," she grins, "You'll satisfy me in another way."

He looks confused for a moment but pushes it aside as he begins to place kisses down her neck and body.

Needless to say, Caroline only receives one adequate form of satisfaction that night and when Damon opens the door to see her licking her blood stained lips whilst pushing a lifeless corpse off the ruined sheets, it is clear to him which form it is.

"Feel better?" he asks smugly. She smirks and licks her fingers.

"Where did you disappear to?" she questions him in mild curiousity.

"I took mine back to her place," he explains. "Gave her the night of her life and left her remembering nothing more than that." Caroline raises her brows,

"She's still alive?" He nods,

"It is not always preferable to kill. As much as I want you to learn how to do it and to be comfortable with the act, and I should mention that you're coming along nicely," he adds casting a meaningful glace at the body on the floor, "It can be a hassle to take care of." She sighs,

"I suppose. It is fun though," she adds with a smile. The grin he sends her leaves no question as to whether or not he agrees with her statement.

The next morning they walk along the boulevard, buying clothes with more money than Caroline has ever seen in her life. As she waits for Damon to leave a store she watches a mother bend down to tie her child's shoe. The boy couldn't be older than five and the woman still glows with a mother's pride. When Damon meets her outside she speaks to him softly, without meeting his gaze,

"You say that we're the ultimate step of evolution." He nods in confirmation and she continues as she watches the child before her and holds her hand against her own abdomen, "Then why is it that we're designed to die out?"

And for once, Damon is silent.