AN: Thank you for all the reviews, follows and notes. :) So now the offensive is on. Everyone is looking for Claire Dubois. I need to think about the next chapter, but maybe I'll do an update this weekend too. This is not a Kol/Bonnie love story but I do love them together. In this chapter, he is reminiscing and sharing with Caroline. Although it is more of a dream sequence. I'm so glad you all like it. Klaus' character continues to become more complex and Caroline's feelings are definitely getting the best of her. Hope you like it :)

I do not own the Vampire Diaries or Originals Characters. I own the story. ****Note: This story contains themes of an adult nature, including and not limited to rape, murder, kidnapping, domination, submission and more. If you are uncomfortable with themes of this nature, please do not read. This story may cause triggers*****


Chapter 8

Klaus' POV

She really was a fighter, Claire. When I brought her to the mansion, it wasn't because I particularly noticed her at the warehouse, in fact I had walked by her without blinking, but I noticed her actions. She had been fighting with Martinez in the hallway. She didn't back down either. There was fight in this girl. Upon seeing her fight with a man twice her size, I immediately got hard. So when they finally restrained her, which took a good twenty minutes, I told Martinez that I wanted to take her home. He was rather taken back by that and tried to warn me off the girl who was very headstrong. I found out that she had even injured one of the guards, which made me laugh. This one I would absolutely delight in no doubt.

I remember when she arrived at the mansion; they had restrained her arms and legs. Apparently she was in the car kicking at the windows and screaming. This was the only time I watched one of the girls being delivered. She was beautiful with flawless dark skin and brown eyes that could reach through your soul. I watched from the third floor as she struggled with the men. My house girl at the time, Jennifer, tried to calm her down, however she was not having any of it so I decided to intervene.

Flying down the stairs, Jennifer was completely flustered at what to do with the irrational girl before her. Landing in front of the girl and looking straight into her angry eyes, I narrowed my eyes at her. "You will behave and you will go upstairs with Jennifer and take a bath. Do you understand?" I don't think she knew she was a witch at that time, because I don't remember her ever not responding to my compulsion.

"I understand." She turned to Jennifer and followed her up the stairs. I nodded at the two men that delivered her and thanked them for their time. I also handed them some money to make up for the assault they had experienced on the way over.

Hours later, I arrived in Claire's room, although I didn't know her name until later that night. I removed the compulsion to behave and then watched her carefully as her anger started to rise. "Do you know who I am?"

"Do you know who I AM?" Her backbone absolutely thrilled me but I blew off her statement.

"I am your Master. I bought you. Now I can compel you to listen and to follow every rule I give you, but I'd rather not. I rather enjoy your spark. So if you can manage to calm down and not attack the staff, who by the way, are the people that will be bringing you food and waiting on you, we may just get along."

"No man is my MASTER!" She was obviously enraged by the statement. I rose from the chair and came to face to face with her.

"Love, you will call me Master and you will treat me with the respect that comes along with that title. Do you understand?"

"Yes I understand." Feeling satisfied for the moment, I sat back down.

"See there, now you know there is nothing you can do about it." Flashing a smile at her; "Remove your dress."

"No."

"Remove your dress or I will shred it from your body and give you many reasons to never deny me again."

"No!" she spat back and dared me to approach her.

Rolling my eyes and smirking at her, I rose from my chair again. "Stand still love." I tore the dress from her body and stood back for a moment to admire her. Her breasts were heaving from her anger and she was visibly shaking, although not from fear, from anger.

She looked up as she couldn't do anything else. I grabbed her roughly and pulled her towards me as I sat down and forward in the chair. I threw her over my knees and used the flat surface of my hand to strike her round bottom repeatedly. She yelled out as I repeated the motion again and again until her ass was bright red and lumpy from the assault. Afterwards I picked her up and then put her in front of me. "Listen to me love and listen carefully. You will do what I say. I'm not going to compel you to listen because really where is the fun in that. But you will listen. If you don't, I will punish you until you do."

Smirking, I saw the anger settle into sorrow at her situation. The next days continued as the first one had. Her fighting, me setting the rules and her immediately breaking them. I wanted so badly to take her that first night. I wanted to but I didn't. I knew that after I took her and claimed her that she would lose some of the backbone and her determination would continually break down from that point. I did so enjoy her fight. It was a challenge to me. Of course I hadn't decided to turn her, but she would be a fierce hybrid. Not one I was sure I ever wanted to be on the wrong side of though. It may be easier to deal with her wrath as a human I pondered.

One night as we were going through our normal altercation, I grabbed her and kissed her. She was so shocked that she screamed at me and started pounding her fists on my chest. Her passion was so intense. So I did it again, until she succumbed to her fate. I pushed her on her knees and stared down into her eyes, which now had tears spilling from them. I undid the belt around my waste and undid my pants and removed my cock, completely intending to get my fill of her for the night. However, when I forced my way into her mouth, she bit me. Fucking bitch! Granted I'm an immortal hybrid, but that still bloody hurts.

I stood there gawking at her for a few minutes after the initial pain had subsided. Landing the palm of my hand square across her face, I wasn't sure if it was fury or passion that led me to throw her on the bed and take her repeatedly that night. And I did over and over until she begged me to stop. It wasn't the way I wanted it to be, but it was all the same magnificent.

Over the next couple of days, she not only wrote me one letter, but she wrote me about five letters detailing how she was going to kill me and that one way or another she would get even with me. As many of the girls had written these letters before, I didn't really think of it as a viable threat. Her anger didn't decrease any. In fact, she had more resolve than ever not to listen to me. It grew tiresome.

Then there was the day that I walked into her room and she was gone. I had been out so I didn't really know what happened. I checked with Jennifer who said she had been there in the morning when she delivered breakfast. I walked towards the window, which I noticed was broken and looked down the side of the house. She had climbed out the second story window. How the hell did she get away? That was when the call came. They had her at the guard house. I instructed them to bring her back to the house.

"Do you know how lucky you are that you weren't shot?" I was screaming at her the entire way up to my room. I chained her to the bed and that day I beat her within an inch of her life. I kept her in the tiny cage in my room until her window was repaired and additional measures were taken to assure her captivity.

Over the following weeks and months, our relationship was tumultuous and passionate. At times she was submissive and at others completely angry. She seemed to be fighting with herself inside and she couldn't quite make up her mind to give in.

I remember one evening, I had gone to her room to see her, she wasn't angry. It was surprising. She greeted me and approached me the way I taught her to. I'm not sure what it was about this night, but she gave herself to me and I believed it. I took her into my arms and kissed her deeply; moving her back towards the bed. I ripped her clothes from her and started landing kisses all over her body. She was responding to me at every turn. I found my way back up to her neck and I whispered, "You don't breathe without me." She erupted into moans as I slammed my cock into her. I took pleasure in taking her that night, over and over. She took pleasure in it too.

Over the next months, she served me perfectly. I found myself wanting to dominate her more and more. She would respond to the little games I had planned and to the humiliation I brought against her time and time again. Her response turned me on so much. I realized that with her, I was exceedingly turned on by her submission. The more she submitted, the more I wanted her. It wasn't love, it was attraction borne out of a mutual darkness.

Our games continued throughout the year. I didn't want to end them, but I had fears about how this would end. I couldn't trust to turn her, as her anger was deeper than any other woman I had ever experienced. She was more like me than I cared to admit. I had decided to let her go. She was the only person that I had ever decided to let go. Usually I sent them back to the houses or turned them, or accidentally killed them, which didn't happen too often. I couldn't afford to be this close to anyone. While it wasn't love, I did care for her. Eventually, the things that we felt would turn into something else and would break one or both of us.

The day I decided to set her free, I walked into her bedroom. She came to greet me, her smile was infectious but it quickly turned to a frown. "Love we have to talk." Lowering my eyes to gaze into hers, "I am going to compel you and set you free."

"No. Why? I did everything you asked, Master. I didn't want to stay at first I admit that, but I've grown to want to. We have the same darkness. I know you recognize that. I feel it. We are the same. I know you feel it too." The anger had returned, but this time it stemmed from betrayal.

"We are not the same. You can have a whole life without me. I'm never going to be the person you want me to be."

Anguish covered her face as she stormed. "How can you do this? How?" She was screaming at me. "You took everything from me and now you just throw it away?"

"I'm saving you love. I know you don't understand that. I am a monster."

"Klaus please don't do this. Please don't make me forget." Her agony was great. Taking to heart the betrayal she must have felt, I promised not to compel away our relationship. Instead, I compelled the circumstances, leaving her with the memory that we had a relationship, that I betrayed her and that she was happy to leave. Apparently I forgot to compel away her desire for revenge or she had found a way to undo the compulsion, which was next to impossible.

I vowed never to feel that way towards one of my victims again…until…

General POV

"So you cared about her?" Shock echoed in Caroline's voice as she said it.

"I did. I wasn't in love with her, but I cared for her. She cared for me more. I knew it was headed down a destructive road." His eyes were clouded over by the memories. He looked sad and almost desperate to not remember.

Murmuring to herself, "so that's why you shut yourself off from everyone. Klaus, I need to go back to my room for awhile. Are you okay?"

He studied her, not sure of what was going through her head right now. "Yes, I'm fine. I can call one of my siblings if something happens."

"I'll check on you later or tomorrow." She smiled at him and departed. Caroline couldn't deny that part of her was so drawn to this man. He is a monster though, although not completely devoid of human decency apparently. He had thrown her away. She loved him. She wasn't after him for revenge because of what he did; she was after revenge because she loved him. This changed everything. She considered everything she knew about him. Yes, he liked to be the Master. He liked to dominate. However, he didn't just kill for the hell of it, even though he liked to portray that. Yes, he had killed accidentally and sending girls off to be prostitutes was not exactly the nice thing to do, but he was capable of love and passion. He was definitely capable of being saved. Her head sank as she realized the conclusion of her thoughts and why she even cared that he was capable of being saved. She picked up her phone and dialed Elijah.

"Caroline, how lovely to hear from you; how can I be of assistance?"

"Hello Elijah. I have a question. The sire bond, does it make you feel things? Would the sire bond make me think that I love Klaus? Please keep this between us." She begged realizing exactly how it sounded.

"No Caroline. The bond affects how you act, not how you feel. Although you will feel compelled to protect him and keep him from harm. You will want to do what he says, but it will not make you feel any different. You can hate him and still do what he says."

"Thanks Elijah. Please tell Hayley I said hello." She clicked the phone off. That night she went to sleep early haunted by what she knew was true, but refusing to give into it.

The next day she knocked on Klaus's door and heard is standard reply. "Enter." He was painting; as usual the canvas turned away from the view of anyone entering. "Caroline love, how nice to see you." His dazzling smile caught in her throat.

"Klaus." She nodded as she approached him. "How are you?"

"Better than ever, I feel like I'm back to 100%."

"Uhhhh…that's good. I'm glad you are feeling better." Her eyes were reaching for something although he couldn't quite discern what that something was.

"Everyone is on their way up so we can discuss our little witch problem. Given that Claire is in Chicago and no doubt has a coven of very powerful witches behind her, there is no time to waste."

Filing into the room, everyone gathered around the table in the sitting area. Bonnie started the conversation. "Okay, so my friends in Chicago have noticed a change in the air. The spirits have been telling them to stay together. Since Claire is using expression and Traveler's magic, she is nearly impossible to find. They are willing to stand with us when they finally do attack, but they won't kill another witch, bad or not. I communed with the spirits last night. They are holding something back although I don't know what. They kept saying 'begin with the bonds that flow deep, to find the way'. Witches are not always very clear. So it's obviously family yeah? But that is all I can figure out. We couldn't find any traceable family line except to Celeste Dubois, who we already know was a very powerful witch. My feeling is that she has to be involved because I can't see the spirits giving us access to that kind of information if she wasn't involved."

"So she has family somewhere…" Klaus started. "I will destroy them all." Caroline put her hand on his chest. His eyes drifted to her, confused by her action, but it soothed him for the time being.

"Klaus let us not forget that you promised not to hurt another witch…" she smirked before continuing. "We have to find whoever this relation is."

Klaus' phone dinged and he looked down. Klaus I need someone to come to New Orleans. It is about Claire. You are being spied on. His face darkened.

He searched for a piece of paper and wrote down, 'Start a fight with me. Take my plane and go to New Orleans and help Marcel. Don't talk to anyone on the way and don't let anyone outside you, I and Marcel know that we aren't really fighting. I will text the pilot and make sure you are good to go.' He stepped forward and thrust the paper into Caroline's hand.

She looked up at him and he nodded downwards. She read the paper.

Then he started. "Well maybe I'm off here, but these witches are trying to KILL me. Am I wrong for wanting revenge? They will not stop with me."

Bonnie turned on him and glared. "Klaus you promised."

"Yes, yes I promised, but don't think for a second that I don't want to kill them all or that there are not other ways of torturing them." Bonnie rolled her eyes and Kol took her hand immediately.

"God Klaus, why are you sooo stubborn?" Caroline launched into an entire diatribe. "We are all here risking our lives. Bonnie is risking everything to help you and you can't see the forest for the trees. You are so hell bent on revenge…ALWAYS REVENGE. Always needing to prove that you are the Alpha, when are you going to stop? They want to KILL you. Do you understand that?"

Everyone kind of looked up wondering where all this came from, Caroline crossed the room and threw the piece of paper in the fire.

"Geez if I had any sense at all I would just leave because God knows that you are so stubborn that you will NOT EVER LISTEN."

"Caroline…" Elijah piped in. "Klaus is right. They are a danger to us all. What will keep them from coming after Kol or Rebekah or even me next? If they live through this and manage to take out Klaus, it would have far reaching consequences."

Fearing she was losing her ground, she shouted. "I don't care! I'm so done with all these witches, and hybrids and vampires! I'm done." She threw her glass on the table and it shattered. Well that was a good effect.

"Love you are quite welcome to leave if you feel that way." Klaus stood up to her staring down into her eyes. He was quite the actor himself. "Go. I wouldn't want you to sacrifice anything for a monster." He held his ground as he stared her down. His cold grey eyes sending ripples of indifference through her body.

"Fine."

"Caroline…" Elijah started and everyone joined in.

"Then leave and don't come back. You are hereby released from all my compulsion." He turned his back on her. For a moment a chill echoed through her bones, she tried to remember that he was acting. Caroline turned and stormed out the door. Once outside, she ran to her room to grab a bag; throwing some clothes and toiletries in it, she flew down the stairs at vamp speed. There was a car waiting to take her to the airport. A half hour later, she was on the plane, strapped in and ready to go meet Marcel in New Orleans.

Back at the house, everyone was talking to Klaus, telling him to call her back. Trying to explain that she was just upset because he could be stubborn and that she really cared. He waved his hand with an air of indifference and went back to planning.

Caroline reached New Orleans about two and a half hours later, got directly in a car and landed in front of Marcel's. He was standing outside waiting for her. "Caroline. I wish it was under different circumstances, however how was your flight?"

"It was fine. So why did I just fake a fight with Klaus and come all the way to New Orleans?"

"I'll explain inside." He hurried her through the front gate and told her to take the same room she previously had and meet him in the sitting room on the first floor.

When she arrived a few moments later, she squared her shoulders. "Okay, so what is going on?"

"There is a spy in Klaus's mansion. I'm not sure who it is but I received an anonymous text message from a pre-paid phone telling me. Even if it's not true, there's enough evidence to believe someone is watching them."

"Okay…and why am I here again?"

"On that same day, I received another tip from the same number wanting to meet with me. The text said…We must meet, we have a vested interest in this turning out with very little bloodshed."

"Who was it?"

"I don't know. That's why I wrote Klaus to send someone. Although to be completely honest I expected Rebekah or Elijah."

"No. It wasn't as believable as me. He sent me because I had a reason to want to leave. No one knows me and therefore wouldn't have any idea of my loyalty to him. Anyone in the house would know our history and it would seem completely logical that I'd want out."

"Well, he's smart. I'll give him that."

"Yes, yes he is." She looked at Marcel. "So what do we do now?"

"Well tomorrow we are going to meet this mystery person and then hopefully you will return and save the life of our Sire before it's too late." Okay no pressure there, she thought.

"What time are we leaving?"

"We need to leave here by 10am and we will go straight there. I'm hoping to have you back on a plane by 5pm at the latest. Please if you would like to join me for dinner I'd love to have you."

What was it with Klaus, his family and dinner? "I'd love to…thank you." Caroline nodded and went to her room to freshen up. Dinner was a very light affair. Marcel was charming and they talked about everything, but mostly what it was like growing up in New Orleans. He told her the story of how he met Klaus and how Klaus had saved him. She was beginning to feel like she had totally underestimated everything about the man she once hated. Once hated. And there it was again.

That night she wanted to get some sleep so she was totally alert the next day, she rose with the sun and was on her way to grab some breakfast when she met Marcel in the hallway.

"Marcel. Thank you for last night. It was lovely." He nodded.

"Breakfast?" She nodded her head vigorously.

"I could actually use some blood. I can't even remember the last time I ate." He motioned to a door that led to a kitchen. There was a separate cooler with blood. He allowed her to choose her favorite type and then took one for himself. All of the sudden, Caroline broke into laughter. Trying to follow her, he was a little confused as to what she was laughing about.

"I'm sorry, if this wasn't blood, this would be like a perfectly normal suburban morning." She smiled brightly. He still didn't get it but okay. It was nearly 9 before she headed upstairs to get ready and pack.

At 9:55 she was downstairs at the door, Marcel joined her and they stepped into the car to go to the address that the anonymous texter had sent. When they arrived, it was small house in the quarter. It wasn't particularly nice or shabby, it lay somewhere in between. Lived in, would be the words Caroline used to describe it. Marcel rang the doorbell and they heard a voice "Come in." As he pushed the door open, his gaze fell on an older woman sitting in a rocking chair, on the floor was a chubby little girl playing with blocks. Caroline relaxed. For some reason she felt safe knowing there was a child there. The old woman looked up at Marcel and bade him to enter the dwelling and have a seat. Caroline followed him into the somewhat darkened interior of the residence.


AN: Don't worry, Caroline is still special. I felt like Claire gave him some humanity, but he didn't love her which is why he let her go. He discovered a part of himself, but its not what he has with Caroline. They are going to address their feelings soon. The next chapter is almost done. I've been in a mood this weekend. :)