Chapter 7

Author's note: Thank you for all of your reviews and support with my latest installment! (Congrats to TwilightHybrid for being my 50th review!) This chapter references events from Chapters 4 and 6 in case you wish to reread. It seems I'm not the only one that's been harboring ill will against Stefan this season. It was cathartic to punish him for the awful, misogynistic turn his character has taken on the show. Frankly, last night's latest decision his character made to take away yet another choice from Caroline was foul and disgusting and I would very much like to resurrect his character just to kill him all over again.

Warning: Some sexy-times smut at the beginning. Also, plot gets a bit dark and possibly triggering for some later on.


"Now my course is tough:

Death, close sister of Odin's enemy

stands on the ness:

with resolution and without remorse

I shall gladly await my own."

Sonatorrek by Egill Skallagrímsson


Caroline gripped Klaus' sweat-slicked thigh, letting her sharp nails sink into his flesh as he continued his powerful thrusts into her mouth. Her tongue danced along his rigid flesh, savoring the spicy, salty flavor of his unique taste. She moaned, sending a pleasant vibration through his body, making him twitch.

"That's it, love," he grunted, "tug on my cock; make me come for you."

She teased his taut skin with the razor edges of her teeth, causing delicious bursts of pain to manifest within him. She held him on the precipice of an agony so sweet, he bit his tongue, the rich iron causing his vision to flare golden.

She slowly licked the underside of his member, ending her delightful torture with forceful suction on his swollen red tip. She placed punishing kisses along the sides, eagerly cupping his delicate sac with her palm. She flicked her eyes over his handsome face, the blue darkening with lust as she watched him lick his full lips. With a knowing grin, she added just the right amount of pressure to her fingers, massaging and rolling his skin as he moaned helplessly. She placed her soft cheek against his quivering sac, rubbing teasing circles as he ground his pelvis into her upturned face.

"Your goddess wants you to come, Niklaus," Caroline purred, stroking his erection with confident, smooth swipes of her hand.

Klaus grit his teeth in concentration, violently rocking his hips while trying to prolong his pleasure.

"My consort wishes to be obstinate," she mocked, nipping at his leaking tip. "I've spent centuries unraveling you, Niklaus. Your secret places are no mystery to me." The steel gray of his gaze was a silent challenge she readily accepted. She captured his cock in her warm mouth, pulling on his length until he was completely ensconced. As her pale pink lips brushed the crisp hair of his pelvis, he grunted in delight, jerking wildly in her mouth.

She slid two fingers down her body, delighting in the sensual feel of the scalloped lace edges of the La Perla she wore. Easing her tips into the seductive cutout near her dripping core, she swiped her aching folds, coating them in her arousal. She quickly removed her fingers, the scent of her need causing Klaus' hooded gaze to seep liquid gold once more. She continued her slow suckling of his swollen member, and could feel he was desperate for release. He just needed that final push into ecstasy that only she could provide. She caressed his flexing buttocks with her desire-slicked palm, noting how he shook with anticipation.

Carefully slipping her fingers between his cheeks, she rubbed her dew along his twitching cleft, pulling a desperate moan from him. She plucked at the tight ring of muscles she found there, teasing him with her soaked fingers, only barely easing in the tips before removing them once more in a saucy dance.

"Please, love," Klaus begged with a strangled groan. "I need you to," he panted.

Caroline temporarily removed her mouth from his cock to command, "Show me your need, my love." She quickly returned her mouth to his pulsing erection and plunged both fingers deep within his exquisitely snug hole, pumping furiously as he shouted himself hoarse, emptying himself into her welcoming mouth.

With a satisfied smirk, he quickly pulled her to her feet, kissing her soundly. "You are a bloody miracle, my goddess," he growled. As he moved to pick her up and flash them to a bedroom, she placed a hand on his firm chest to stop him.

"Regretfully, we'll have to continue this later," she sighed in irritation. "We soon will have an unexpected guest." Grumbling to herself, she quickly disappeared upstairs to change into something more appropriate to greet the unwelcome visitor.

While pulling back on his discarded clothes, Klaus called after her curiously, "Would this inconvenient interruption have anything to do with the Salvatore situation?"

"Which one? The deceased sadistic murderer or the grieving sadistic rapist," she asked in amusement.

"Both I suppose," Klaus responded, smiling as she descended the stairs in a snug pair of jeans and a simple cream blouse. "While I applaud casual killing, love, I find that removing Stefan in such a brutal fashion may make Damon reluctant to trade his life to resurrect the doppelganger."

Arching her brow, she defiantly decreed, "There was nothing casual about my actions. Stefan was a hideous monster that was far too well-hidden. I don't appreciate unprincipled predators." Shrugging her shoulders, she added, "Damon's feelings on the matter are irrelevant. The doppelganger is about to unwittingly force his hand. Soon, he will beg me to take part in my generous pact."

Before Klaus could respond, they were interrupted by a desperate hammering on the front door. Caroline held Klaus' arm for a moment, preventing him from speeding to the foyer. "It will keep for a moment," she said impishly, pulling down his face to meet her smiling lips. Their tongues flirted and danced against each other, coyly circling as they continued to kiss despite the visitor outside their door hysterically yelling and banging away. With a playful shove, she turned the brass handle and casually opened the heavy mahogany door.

A wild-eyed Damon stood on their doorstep, clearly trying to reign in his heightened emotions, but failing spectacularly.

"Ah, Damon, what a thoroughly unwelcome surprise," Klaus taunted.

Damon ignored the smirking Original and glared at Caroline. "Elena swallowed a bunch of pills after she found out about Stefan. Left a stupid note saying she didn't want to be here without my brother." He grit his teeth angrily, "You knew this was going to happen, didn't you? That's why you didn't bother trying to force me into taking your fucking deal."

Klaus raised an eyebrow in surprise. "That is unfortunate." Crossing his arms, he added mildly, "And you've interrupted our perfectly pleasant evening to…?"

Throwing his hands up in the air in aggravation, Damon exclaimed, "To save Elena, you bastard! Jeremy got her to the hospital but she's in a coma fading fast and Bonnie says the ancestors refuse to help revive her." His dark eyes glittered as he maliciously spat, "No doppelganger, no ritual. So you have no choice but to save her."

"Untrue," Caroline teased, resting her hand upon the back of Klaus' neck to toy with his curls. "There's always a choice. Our existence is naught but a series of choices." She leaned closer to Damon, taking in his pallid complexion and sweaty brow. "You think to force our hand because you believe you possess something we value." Clucking her tongue and giving her cascading waves a quick shake, she corrected him: "Doppelgangers aren't nearly as rare as you think. Nature spews forth one every few centuries or so. For beings such as we, that's a momentary pause, a mere trifle."

At Damon's incredulous expression, Klaus chuckled. "Of course, we would prefer to use this doppelganger with this bloodline. However, I've learned infinite patience and trust in my Caroline to guide me to break my curse when the time comes."

"All right," Damon swallowed hard. "What do you want? You want me to take your deal, right? Bonnie checked with the ancestors and they told her you would hold up your end of the bargain." He shook his head, his eyes hot with unshed tears. "They said if Elena was drained in the ritual, you would use your powers to release her. She'd be safe. All you want is for someone to trade their life for hers, right?"

"A life for a life seems fair," Caroline agreed.

The distraught vampire nodded slowly. "Fine. If you save her today and swear to bring her back after Klaus' ritual is complete, you can sacrifice my life for Elena's."

Caroline swirled her fingers through Klaus' dirty blonde curls, considering the vampire's offer. "I require a small token for my benevolence, little vampire." Her pale pink lips curved into a wicked smile. "Beg."

Shaking with anger, he finally opened his mouth only to be stopped by her imperious tone. "No, on your knees, dog," she commanded.

A muscle in Damon's pale cheek twitched as he scowled. His unrequited love for the doppelganger drove his knees to the stone floor. He clenched his fists as he looked up at Klaus and Caroline, his tone full of disdain and despair in equal measure. "Please, save Elena. I'm begging you."

Caroline nodded and said, "Very well. Return to your doppelganger's bedside. I shall be there shortly." With his dark eyes full of bitterness, he flashed away.

Klaus sighed, pulling her into his arms to kiss the top of her blonde head. "You realize, love, this brokered truce is absurdly temporary. With the date of our ritual nearly upon us, they will plot against us again."

She smiled knowingly. "Of course, that's what makes all of this so enjoyable." She turned around to face him, smoothing out his collar as she instructed, "While I'm tending to this troublesome doppelganger errand, I'll need you to stop by the library and dissuade Jeremy and Tyler from their scholarly pursuits."

At his questioning look, she explained, "Elijah came around earlier and divulged that the boys believe if they explore Norse mythology more closely, they may find a weakness of mine to exploit. He had intended to take care of this nonsense himself, but the doppelganger's selfish act required him to be at her bedside, standing guard in case nefarious villains came calling."

Klaus scoffed, "Silly creatures. What could they possibly find? There are no secrets between us and there's nothing for them to uncover." He waved an arm carelessly as he kissed the tip of her nose. "Let them toil away on this fool's errand."

She lightly stroked his cheek, the scrape of his stubble against her fingers causing her to shiver pleasantly. "Still, Niklaus, it would ease my mind to know that any lies of Odin's making will be nothing more than a fleeting thought to our enemies."

His gray eyes flashed dangerously as he growled, "Consider it done. No one will harm my goddess." He pulled her into his strong body, kissing her in a passionate frenzy before flashing away into the night.

Caroline watched him disappear, apprehension momentarily evident in her blue gaze, but she immediately banished those thoughts. After all, she guarded her secrets well.