Written for the 5th day of 25 Days of Klaroline: klaroline + dark
The one with dark Klaroline royalty.
"I guess we're done here." Caroline said with a vicious smile on her face.
"I couldn't agree more." Klaus smirked, looking at the man tied up in a chair. They'd been torturing him to gain some information on the witch uprising that had happened a couple of days ago. He'd told them everything he knew, therefore there was no more use for him.
"Please… My family… You promised you'd let me go."
"Oh, I guess we lied." She said, still smiling. "But don't worry, as a thank you for your services we won't kill your entire family, will we, Klaus?"
"I suppose not, sweetheart. But the same can't be said of your coven. We will hunt them down. Killing each and every one of them… Worry not, mate, we will tell them exactly who gave us the necessary information for us to find."
Klaus's smile got bigger before he gestured for Caroline to go ahead.
"You know… You're a pretty little thing." She lifted his chin, forcing the man to face her. "It's a pity you chose the wrong side. Klaus and I could've had some fun with you… A different kind of fun." Klaus huffed, and Caroline rolled her eyes. He never knew how to share his toys. "I guess this will have to do."
She straddled his lap. "Please, Your Highness, be merciful."
Caroline laughed. "Merciful… No, I don't think so. By the power invested in me by the people of New Orleans, I sentence you to death."
Positioning his head so his neck was being showed, she let her fangs descend and pierced his skin, enjoy the taste of his hot blood on her tongue.
She didn't bother to be clean, allowing the blood to spill down her own neck, staining her shirt. She loved putting up a show for Klaus, knowing that he loved to watch her feed almost as much as he loved having her feeding from his blood.
The man screamed, calling for help, even though he knew it was in vain. No one survived when the king and queen decided they should die.
He was quickly drained from blood and life and Caroline retreated, her fangs still out, her mouth painted red. She smiled.
Klaus groaned at the sight as she untangled herself from the dead man's body and slowly walked to him.
"You look divine, sweetheart." He told her, as she ran her hands through his chest. Klaus kissed her, pressing her closer to his body. "Hmm… He tasted good, my love, but not as good as you're going to taste on my tongue." She moaned as he pressed a kiss to her neck. Caroline loved how possessive he got whenever he saw her feeding from someone else, especially from other men.
He licked the blood of the dead off of the base of her throat. "Promises…" she teased, knowing that he'd enjoy the challenge.
"Oh, Caroline… The things I'm going to do to you once we're done with this coven. You might regret what you just said when I don't let you leave the bed for days." The spark in his eyes told her that she wouldn't be regretting anything any time soon.
"I guess I'll have to wait and see… Shall we?" she asked, pointing the door with her head.
"Let's kill some witches." Klaus agreed.
I love both the snapchat drabble and the follow up, could you do a third part? it seems really popular maybe you should make it a drabble series like Angie.
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Returning home from New Orleans hadn't been as hard as she thought it'd be. Sure, she'd loved it there, the city was so alive and there was always so much to do, but Caroline didn't feel ready to commit to Klaus.
Yes, they had been together while she was there and, yes, they had decided that if they were ever to be in the same place at the same time, they could go back to being together, but she knew that once she finally accepted her place at his side, she would never leave.
It was a little terrifying to think about having a last love when you were 20. Especially if that last love meant eternity.
Still, Caroline missed Klaus.
They still talked. They texted a lot and snapchatted too, but she missed him in other ways.
At night. In her bed all alone.
Yeah, Hope was cute, his drawings were lovely and she had enough blackmail to use against Rebekah if she ever needed to, but, damn it, Caroline was ready to take this thing one step further.
And since Klaus apparently wasn't doing anything about it, she took the matter to her own hands.
Quite literally.
First, she put on her raciest set of lingerie. Black, red and lacy. Then, she drank a glass of wine, just for a little bit of encouragement, before starring at herself in the mirror and trying to find the right angle for a picture.
She was alone in her house in Mystic Falls, so she knew no one would bother her, but it still made her feel extremely naughty to be doing such thing in her mother's house.
Not that she'd ever find out.
After taking the perfect picture she sent it. It showed her face looking away, her chest propped up and her long creamy legs going on for miles. She captioned it "Wishing you were here".
It didn't take him long to respond it.
A picture of his legs and part of his torso lying in his bed… Such memorable moments had happened there only a few weeks ago.
"What a lovely surprise, love"
Caroline took a moment to decide what her next picture should be. She decided to lie in the bed, taking a picture of her back and arse, part of her golden locks appearing in the picture.
"I'm glad you liked it."
A picture of his crotch, his erections showing through his pants. "Show me your breasts." He requested.
She did as she was told, taking a picture of her chest still covered by the black lace of her bra. "And?"
He had taken off his pants and was only wearing his underwear. "Take your bra off."
Caroline sent him a picture of her breasts, pink nipples pebbled, one of her hands massaging her right breast.
Her heated core started to throb, desperate for some attention, but she stopped herself from bringing her hands to take of the business just yet, contenting with rubbing her tights together to get some friction.
She received a picture of his hand inside his underwear, touching himself. "Knickers off to."
Caroline tossed those aside, spreading her legs to send him a video showing her touching herself. She moaned as her fingers started to circle her clit lightly before sending it to him, not bothering to write anything.
He sent a video as well, of his hand caressing his cock, precum leaking on tip, his voice saying, "I'm imagining it's your pussy, Caroline. All tight and warm and perfect for me."
Caroline didn't respond, instead she focused on the feeling of her two fingers slowly entering her, the other hand pinching her nipple. She gasped as her hips started to roll to meet her hand, finding the perfect rhythm.
Her other hand trailed down her body, finding her clit and pressing it softly before circling it. The muscles in her abdomen contracted in pleasure, her body begging her to keep moving.
She whispered his name as her release came crashing through her walls; painting for breath, eyes closed, lips parted and flushed cheeks.
Caroline reached for her phone and sent him a picture of her looking like that, knowing that he'd enjoy seeing it.
He screenshotted that one, but didn't send any other picture. Her phone started ringing a few seconds later.
"Hi." Caroline answered.
"This was a very lovely evening, love."
"It was." She agreed.
"I was wondering when we could meet again…"
"Klaus-" Caroline tried to say that probably they shouldn't keep meeting all that often. Otherwise she wouldn't be able to live her life in Virginia.
"Come and spend Christmas with us. It will be Hope's first." He reminded her, trying to convince her.
"I'll be spending Christmas with my mother." She replied quickly.
"What about New Year's Eve? Rebekah will throw a ball for it. You should come."
Caroline hesitated for a second. "Fine, ok. I suppose we can meet then."
"Great. Oh, and Caroline… Feel free to repeat tonight as many times as you'd like."
"I'll keep that in mind. Good night, Klaus."
"Good night, sweetheart."
Klaus likes to send Caroline some poems that reminds him of her.
When he first left town, she'd been disappointed.
Caroline never meant to felt that way and she tried to ignore it as well as she could, but the truth is, it bothered her that he left without saying goodbye.
So when Silas impersonated him, she'd been somewhat relieved to know that she still mattered to him. That he'd come back for her. It saddened her to know that it wasn't true, it wasn't really him.
Klaus was gone and he was not coming back.
Why should that even matter to her? Shouldn't she be happy that he was finally out of her life? That she could have some peace?
Deep down, she knew that she probably should. But she couldn't ignore the way that her heart felt heavy in her chest at the thought of him letting go of her.
No one had ever believed in her, fancied her… Not the way he did.
She'd never admit it out loud, but whenever he was around, she felt stronger, bolder… Loved. Him leaving made her feel as if he'd realized that she wasn't enough and she'd believed him when he'd acted like she was important to him.
But then… Then he came back.
He came back with promises of being her last love, not matter how long it took and choosing her happiness over his revenge over Tyler... She let her insecurities go to hell and smiled at him.
It wasn't that she loved Klaus… She loved her boyfriend and had no intention of getting involved romantically with the Original, but there was something so safe about his feelings for her.
She liked being important, being put first. Was that so wrong?
But it was after her graduation that the gifts started.
The first thing that came was her mini-fridge. Along with a drawing of him kissing her cheek with the sayings "Enjoy college. Love, Klaus"
Caroline kept it, hid it in her sock drawer where no one could see it. Sometimes she'd take it out of there and look at it. Drinking in the colours, reminiscing about the way his lips felt when they touched her skin.
The next one came on her Birthday.
She almost didn't notice the small package on her bedside table with an envelope right beside it. It was a diamond necklace. Part of her really wanted to reject it, throw it at his face as she'd done with the bracelet, but she also knew that this was different. It wasn't him trying to buy her; it was he genuinely giving her a nice Birthday gift.
Besides, going to New Orleans only to reject a gift seemed a bit extreme. And it wasn't like she was going to use it, anyway.
The envelope contained two things: another drawing (it was Caroline sitting on a throne, a crown or her head… He had written "Queen" in it) and a poem written in his careful and elegant calligraphy.
"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue."
It took her breath away.
She read it over and over again, searching for hidden meanings in words that weren't even his. It was his way of saying, "I miss you", Caroline realized. And also a way of reminding her that he still wanted her.
Klaus called her later that night. She didn't pick up.
Yes, his words and actions affected her and she appreciated the gestures, but her affections for him were still a secret and she'd let them remain so.
Besides, she'd nothing to say to him.
So she let her silence speak for itself. He'd probably know how to read it, if he knew her as much as he claimed to.
If she'd answered the phone, it would be to say one of two things: I want you too or stop trying to be a part of my life.
Caroline didn't particularly care for any of those options.
He didn't insist and she was thankful for that.
Life went on, her relationship with Tyler went downhill and they broke up when he refused to put her first. The Mystic Falls gang had to deal with an organization dedicated to extinguish vampires. College was crazy with the things she'd to study. Without her noticing, a month had flown by.
It was the middle of November when a blonde original contacted her. And not the one she was expecting.
"Rebekah?" Caroline answered the phone, unsure as to why she'd be calling her.
"Caroline." The girl greeted her quickly. "Look, let one thing be clear: I don't like you. I'm doing this for Nik and for him only, do you understand?"
She rolled her eyes. "What's going on?"
Rebekah sighed. "His Birthday is tomorrow."
"Okay…?"
"Just… I don't know, call him or something. He's an ass, I know that, but everyone deserves a nice gift on their Birthday."
Caroline hesitated for a second before saying. "I suppose they do."
"So you'll call him?"
"I'll think about it."
"Great!" the other girl cheered. "I have to go. Oh, and Caroline? Thanks." She hung up the phone before Caroline could respond.
She started thinking about it… Should she call? She should call, right? It was nice and friendly and they'd agreed to be friends.
But perhaps she shouldn't call. That would give him false hopes or something and it would be mean to do so.
Or maybe it was mean to pretend that she didn't care. To pretend that she never thought about him. To pretend that she hated him.
Caroline debated the matter with herself until she fell asleep, and continued to do so for most part of the next day, but it wasn't until she remembered him saying how he loved Birthdays during their first interaction that she made up her mind.
Looking through her contact list, she quickly found his name and pressed call.
"Hello?" a feminine voice echoed on the other side of the line.
She froze for a second, cursing the heavens. Because of course the person who'd pick up Klaus's phone would be his dalliance of the day. "Hi." Caroline answered. "Is this Klaus's phone?"
"What do you want from him?" the girl asked harshly, sounding a bit territorial.
"Uh, I don't believe I owe you any explanations. Who the hell are you, by the way?"
"Look, I'm going to say this once. He's fine without you, Caroline. He's fine with me." The woman hung up the phone, leaving Caroline clueless to what the hell was going on.
So much for wanting to wish him a happy Birthday… Caroline thought, but decided to ignore the matter. A small, insecure, part of her wondered if Rebekah hadn't done it on purpose, as a way of making her see the Klaus had moved on, but she quickly put these thoughts aside.
She wouldn't question his feelings for her. Not anymore.
Rightly so, considering that a few hours later he called her. "Klaus?" she asked, assuring that it'd be him not his jealous girlfriend or whatever that other woman was.
"Hello, sweetheart. My apologies for what happened earlier today, I'm afraid Camille overstepped the boundaries of our relationship. She's a friend, nothing more, in case you're wondering."
Caroline huffed. "She didn't sound like friendship was all she wanted."
He chuckled. "Jealous?"
"You wish."
"Why did you call, love? Not that I'm complaining. Just curious."
"Well, Rebekah told me it was your Birthday. I thought perhaps I should call and you know… Happy Birthday!"
She could hear the smirk in his voice when he replied. "Thank you, love. This is a much welcomed surprise. I missed hearing your voice."
Caroline can't help the smile that spread through her face. "Yeah?"
"Yes. And you, did you like your Birthday surprise last month?"
"Uh, yeah. I did. Thanks about that, by the way."
"You're welcome."
They didn't say anything for a moment, just enjoyed the comfortable silence that'd settled between them. A part of her wished she could see him.
She brushed off those thoughts. "Anyway, uh, I think I should go. Homework and… Yeah. Have a nice day, Klaus."
"You too, love."
Caroline hung up the phone before he started to make any promises of eternal love.
Two days later there was another envelope on her bedside table. No drawing, just a note saying, "There is no one else". And a poem:
Above all, to my love I'll be attentive
First, and always with such ardor, so much
That even when facing the greatest enchantment
By love be more enchanted my thoughts.
I want to live it through in each vain moment
And in its honor I must spread my song
And laugh my laughter and shed my tears
When she is sad or when she is contented.
And thus, when later comes looking for me
Perhaps, death, anxiety of the living,
Perhaps, loneliness, end of the loving
I could say to myself of the love (I had):
Let it not be immortal, since it is flame
But let it be infinite while it lasts.
She smiled wildly reading his words. Caroline knew he wasn't going to fall in love with anyone while waiting for her. Simply because he'd be waiting. He wouldn't open himself to the opportunity like she would. Sure, he wouldn't be celibate, but love wasn't something in his horizon. Not for anyone other than her. And some confirmation was always nice.
It wasn't that she needed him to want her, but having the confirmation that someone out there cared for her this much and had feelings so strong was somewhat comforting and heart warming. Especially if those sentiments came from him.
'Cause, Caroline admitting it or not, Klaus had gotten under her skin and made himself a home in her heart. And he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
The days passed by again. Life was never dull when apparently there were attacks coming from everywhere all the time, and Mystic Falls seemed to attract as much trouble as ever.
He didn't hear from him again until Katherine Pierce shared her last breath on this Earth.
Klaus came back claiming he wanted to see the show, but she knew better. He was there for her. And she wasn't ready to give him what he wanted. So she ran, but he caught her and she made a mistake.
They slept together. It wasn't supposed to have happened. She hadn't planned it.
Caroline was not ready to confess anything to him, but he had demanded it. So she showed him just how much hidden passion there was underneath the armour she wore whenever she was around him.
And now that afternoon in the woods would haunt her days and nights until she was ready to return to him, to his embrace.
She felt somewhat pathetic.
But she pushed it aside, did her best to forget whatever had happened and focused on moving on with her life. She'd made sure Klaus wasn't a part of it anymore and apparently he had accepted her terms.
No phone calls, no drawings, no letters.
Caroline held dearly the ones he had, though. Unable to throw them away. Although, she'd destroyed his first drawing of her. It was supposed to be symbolic and it felt like closure. Still, in her loneliest nights, she'd read the words he'd so carefully copied into paper or see the images his hand had created especially for her.
Months went by and she was greeted with radio silence.
She wasn't supposed to feel disappointed, right? He'd done what she'd asked of him. If anything, she was supposed to feel glad or even proud that Klaus Mikaelson had catered her wishes.
But sometimes it only made her heart ache.
One year passed, her mother died… Nothing. Not a single word. She hoped he'd break his word, he'd come back and make her feel brave, strong and full of light.
But he didn't.
She turned it off, made Stefan turn it off. They both turned it back on. Elena died. Stefan and her began a relationship.
Nothing.
Caroline didn't want to contact him, not yet. Besides, she was dating Stefan and she… cared for him. He was good guy and it wasn't messy.
Although… Was he really good? Was he good to her?
She was starting to see that perhaps she deserved to be treated better. She deserved more than he was willing to give. And though her days of comparing to Elena were long gone, she knew for sure that Stefan would never look at her the way he had once looked at her friend.
Caroline Forbes didn't settle for second best. Not anymore.
She was trying to find her best way to break up with him when a word from Klaus finally arrived.
Exactly two years after their last encounter.
"I'm afraid I couldn't stop myself this time, sweetheart. Hopefully you'll forgive me." Said the note.
Once again, there was a poem:
I have scarcely left you
When you go in me, crystalline,
Or trembling,
Or uneasy, wounded by me
Or overwhelmed with love, as
when your eyes
Close upon the gift of life
That without cease I give you.
My love,
We have found each other
Thirsty and we have
Drunk up all the water and the
Blood,
We found each other
Hungry
And we bit each other
As fire bites,
Leaving wounds in us.
But wait for me,
Keep for me your sweetness.
I will give you too
A rose.
Caroline realized in that moment how much she missed him. She missed him pursuing her, she missed his smiles, his smirks and perhaps even the smugness always so present on his face. The dimples, the stubble, the henleys… She wanted him.
She made her decision.
She ended things with Stefan, not really giving any explanations except saying that it just wasn't enough for her anymore, and bid Bonnie goodbye. Then she packed and she drove.
The trip was long and tiring, but it didn't matter. She felt ready to be with him. Perhaps not forever, but she was ready to give him a chance.
Also, all of the hours spent in the car gave her an idea of what to say when she first saw him. Training the speech, in her mind and out loud. It was cheesy and sometimes she stumbled on the words, but she thought she'd appreciate the gesture.
He'd probably just be glad that she was there and would ignore the words coming out of her mouth.
Perhaps he'd just capture her lips with his and never let her say anything, but would let her show why she was there. And she would. Arduously.
New Orleans was a beautiful city, she had to admit. It was magical and so, so alive. It made her smile. Or maybe it was just the thought of seeing him again.
Strangely enough, she wasn't feeling nervous. Perhaps a bit anxious with the anticipation, but she wasn't scared. She was there to claim what was hers by right and would let him claim what he wanted as well.
There were no doubts or hesitation or second thoughts.
When she knocked on his door, she wasn't greeted by Klaus. A woman on her forties, clearly compelled, let her in and told her she'd call "Mister Mikaelson".
She waited for mere moments, but it felt like hours.
It was weird having so close after being away for years. But still, when she saw him, she couldn't help but smile and he couldn't help but repay the gesture.
"Hello, love. I must admit, I thought it was going to take you a few more years."
She rolled her eyes and opened her mouth two times before starting to say:
"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."
Caroline looked at him expectantly once she finished. He flashed in front of her and took her hand in his.
"It's been too long, sweetheart."
She nodded briefly before he kissed her lips hungrily and possessively, his hands holding her hips while hers buried themselves in his hair.
"I don't, by the way." She whispered with her eyes closed, opening them only to see a confused Klaus standing in front of her.
"I'm sorry?"
"I don't love you." She clarified and saw him stiffen. "Well, I don't. The poem says 'I love you', but I don't. No yet, anyway. I just… I have feelings for you. And I can't shake them away no matter how hard I try. And believe me, I have been trying for the last few years. So I have feelings for you, and I hide them. But I'm so, so tired of hiding them, Klaus. I don't think I can do that anymore."
"Then, don't." he caressed her cheek, lovingly.
Caroline bit her lip, starring deep inside his blue eyes. "Okay."
He kissed her again, this time slower and more tenderly.
It felt good and safe and right… And Caroline wasn't going to apologize for doing what her heart so clearly wanted.
