Authors note: HOLA! I've come to you with another update. This is Gluttony Part II, I'll admit it starts of a bit slow, but I'm hoping you'll like it none the less!

In response to Pinkgem22 who asked me how often I would be updating, I plan at least once a week or maybe twice if I'm not too busy with school. I know I'm not know for writing exceptionally long chapter. There actually rather short, but I hope you enjoy them none the less.

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Why did I let him to this to me?

Normally Caroline has a consistent three meals a day diet. But after her hunting expedition with Klaus she found she couldn't look at the woodland creatures the same way without seeing them as having all the emotions of a human; joy, loneliness, grief. It really didn't help that the minute she came home from hunting she put Bambi into the DVD slot and pressed play.

She had already skipped three meals because she couldn't look a deer in the eye without thinking it was Bambi's mum. Caroline found the problem became reoccurring with rabbits as well, and it was especially bad with the grey ones. She couldn't not see the cute cottontailed bunny Thumper. And vampire or not, once you thought of it as the beloved cartoon character of your childhoodit's definitely a no-go on the snack train. She couldn't resist the tears that flooded her face when movie springtime rolled around and a feeling of twitterpation was in the air! Did the bunny I drank from have a girl bunny to thump his foot at . . . Did I kill him before he could be twitterpated! WAH! I'm a horrible human being!

To say she threw herself a bit of a pity-party with ice-cream, biscuits and a heck load of sweets was a serious understatement. Though after a good night's rest she had already daggered Klaus a hundred times over in her mind and was almost back to her usually snarky but peppy self. 'Almost' meaning she was as peppy as ever but still riding the famine train; destination death, because she still couldn't feed on animals or humans.

Caroline was lying diagonally across her bed, flicking through the latest Sweet17 mag and wishing they had a special quiz entitled 'Deciding which blood is right for you' or an article reading 'How to justifying killing innocents to stop yourself from being ravaged by guilt' when the doorbell to her home played a sweet solo.

She didn't really want to answer the door but her mum had already headed out to do her sheriff-y duty, you know protecting the town and what not, which left her in charge of offering a welcoming Forbes-style reception to anyone who dropped by. She grabbed her micro-wool dressing gown and wrapped it tightly around her in hope that whoever dropped by wasn't too offended by her immodest and rather skimpy pyjamas, and slid down the banister ready to greet her visitor with a wide smile.

When she opened the door there was a man standing there with his back facing her. He was dressed in black jeans, dress shoes and a form fitting coat that outlined his broad shoulders and narrow waist. He looked back over his shoulder and turned around when he heard the mechanism on the door click open. The miss mystic grin fell from her lips and instead she grimaced regarding him with an unimpressed expression.

"Hello Caroline," Klaus smirked, a dimple popping up in his right cheek. "I had a feeling I'd find you here," she rolled her eyes at him to stop them from following the large hand he raked through his curly blonde locks.

"Well duh! I do live here!" she mocked laying the sarcasm on heavy. His smile never faltered as he leant his strong frame against the side of her house, giving her the once over with his penetrating eyes. She self-consciously wrapped her grown tighter around her frame feeling almost naked and severely underdressed in her tight-fit pyjamas that were going on four years in age in comparison to the obviously designer wear he adorned himself with. She could sniff out Armani a mile away even before she inherited the tracker skills that came with being one of the living dead. "Would you stop doing that!"

"Doing what, love?" he grinned at her, watching in delight as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"Looking at me . . . like that!" she snapped as he gave her another appreciative once over. He chuckled deeply folding his arms across his chest. Purposefully giving her another once over.

"I'm just admiring the view Caroline, it's quite . . ." he finally met her gaze and she rearranged her stance, standing strong against his penetrating stare. She puffed out her chest to assert her dominance; he admired her strength in refusing to look away despite knowing what he was and how much power was in his possession. "Spectacular" he cooed in an accent that was either so infuriating that it made her shake with rage or was so charming it had her knees buckling. She preferred to think it was the former.

"I'm not inviting you in you know." She informed him gripping the side of the door and raising her brow in warning "You have 10 seconds to start talking or this door" she gestured to the object at hand "gets slammed in your face"

"Now don't you think you're being just a tad rude, love?"

"9"

"You're seriously going to countdown."

"8"

"I must say that's rather childish of you"

"7" she counted aloud, contorting her countenance to echo a sassy 'do I look like I care' expression.

"Sweethea-"

"6,5,4,3,2,1, BYE!" she flung the door shut but his hand blocked it from closing completely on him. He pushed it back open and wandered inside.

"Don't tell me you've already forgotten that I've been invited in." he smirked sauntering past her and sitting on the back of her white leather sofa. "Let me see; it was a dark stormy night, and as I recall you had a little werewolf friend over who left you with a very nasty bite." He narrated aloud, his expression placid. "What was it that happened next? Tell me you remember that Sweetheart"

"Nope. Can't say I do. Mustn't have been anything important." She taunted turning away from him.

"On the contrary Love," she jumped as his strong chest was suddenly pressed up against her back. "I saved your life," he hissed huskily, his warm breath raising the hairs on her neck and sending a tingling shooting through her veins. She moved away but he quickly backed her up against a wall, his hands resting on either side of her head.

"You want to know why I'm here? I've come to collect." He whispered starring at her plump lips that were now only inches away from his. "It's time for you to return the favour"

She ducked out from where he was holding her prisoner.

"What is it I told you about my personal space again? Oh that's right, you don't belong in it!" she growled her feistiness growing with the more distance she put between them. "I don't think you even want my help if yesterday's fiasco was anything to go by. You just wanted to mess with my head."

"Caroline," his tone no longer had any hint of playfulness in it at all. His expression was hard and the mischievous glint he held in his eye had dimmed into non-existence. He took a step closer to her, and she wanted to take a step back but didn't want to back down to his scary vamp routine. "I am an a thousand year old original, recently hybrid and currently the most powerful man on earth. It's not every day I ask for help and I don't plan on making a habit out of it. Asking for help is admitting you have a weakness and it's not something I'm comfortable with. I will repeat this one more time but do not expect me to say it again because I won't." Caroline's breath hitched in her throat in anticipation. Even after yesterday she wasn't convinced he said what she thought she heard, yet here he was just about to say it again. "Caroline," he began softly and begrudgingly "I need you to save me,"

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The original vampire and the newborn babe sat across from each other in the Forbes lounge room.

"I want to help you Klaus I really do," she said earnestly, still hoping for a world where she could live without the constant fear of being killed by originals with daddy issues and a taste for the sadistic. "But because of your damn logic I haven't eaten anything since the hunt!"

"Sweetheart, I was trying to get you to understand that the situation was the same either way in hope that you would feed off humans and become stronger. I didn't expect for you to fast or I never would have said it!" he grumbled at her. She guessed that was his version of an apology.

"Well you did, and now I don't feel comfortable feeding off either. Thanks a lot." She huffed sinking back in the lounge.

"Don't worry love, I think I have a solution,"

"Oh yeah and what is-" she watched with wide eyes as he reached into his jacket and pulled out two blood bags, filled to the brim with a luscious red liquid that brought out the veins beneath her eyes. She took a deep breath and felt them retract.

"Are those blood bags?!" She gasped immediately pressing herself back into the cushions on the sofa wanting to be as far away from the temptation as possible. It was human blood! How was this the solution?!

"Sweetheart, you need to drink human blood. I can't be worrying about you all the time because you're not strong enough to defend yourself"

"I'm plenty strong!" she protested, completely sidestepping that he just admitted he worries about her.

"Stronger than humans yes, but not only are you young, but you're weaker than every other vampire that feeds off human blood," she sighed grumpily knowing he was right but still feeling reluctant to admit it. Especially aloud.

"But feeding off humans, it's wrong,"

"Were not feeding off humans Caroline, we'd be drinking blood humans have willingly and humanly donated to people in need. And as we need blood to survive, that makes us in need. Tell me how that's wrong" he gazed meaningfully at her waiting for her to open her mouth and argue with him but she didn't. Instead she nodded, as if finally understanding reason.

"I guess that makes sense,"

"Good. Now I won't promise to eat solely off animals because frankly love, it was quite naïve to think a person like me could ever live like that. But if you think that drinking from a blood bag instead of tapping a vein would make me a better person"

"I do" she nodded hating the idea of anybody drinking from living, breathing humans. She was still haunted by the days when Damon had used and abused her when she was nothing but insensitive, superficial, human Caroline.

"Then I will lead by example," he disappeared for a moment before reappearing with two straws in hand. He laid one on the table next to the blood bag he had assigned her before popping one into his bag, readying himself to take a sip. Caroline picked up her own and followed his actions. Watching him quietly for a moment before speaking.

"You help me to control my blood lust and I will help you control yours"

"Deal," he murmured sticking the straw between his lips and sucking up the liquid. She followed suit. She groaned as the juicy liquid rolled down her throat, caressing every tendon in her neck while he winced mentally comparing the cold liquid to the hot one he usually served himself straight from the vein of the closest human. But the sound of her lustful groans was enough to make him think drinking it wasn't so bad. They both quickly finished their bags.

"Did you enjoy that?" she nodded slowly a small smile bracing her lips.

"Yes. I did actually,"

"Good," he grinned flashing over beside her to wipe a drop of blood that had escaped her and was pooling at the corner of her lips. "If you're going to be mine I can't have you living of the wildlife,"

"Ah excuse me! Who said I was yours?" she pouted openly moving away from him. "I've already got a boyfriend." Now it was his turn to shoot her a 'do I look like I care' expression.

"Because I love the hunt and hold you with some regard I will not compel you to care for me the way I do you but be assured you will be mine."

"Don't sound so confident,"

"But I am," he smirked causing her to scowl in response, "The virtue that accompanies sloth is diligence and as you already know Love, I can be a very persistent man. Call it homework if you will, but I have set my own challenge. Regardless of how long it takes you will willingly be mine," Caroline was so caught up in his words she hadn't noticed how close he was till his mouth was tauntingly inches away from hers. His words made her heart flutter and an anxious ripple grip her chest.

"I'm sure Tyler would have something to say about that . . ." She murmured feeling like a little girl under the intense stare of this omnipotent man.

"I don't care," he whispered into her ear.

"Well you should!" this last line came out as a vicious growl but not from the lips of Caroline but instead from the 130pound muscle-bound Hybrid that was glowering in the doorway. Both Klaus and Caroline turned to face the speaker. Though Caroline recognise the voice before she even saw the face. She also knew him well enough to know how he was likely to react to things when his temper flared.

"Tyler!" she gasped "NO!" but it was too late. He had already begun charging, fuelled by the fury of a jealous werewolf.

Right in Klaus's direction.

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OO! Oo! I also forgot to mention thanks for the ideas about PRIDE! Really helpful!

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