Chapter 9 - Love or Blood Part I

Last time...

Klaus and Caroline fall into temptation and indulge in a heavy make out session before Kol and Bonnie interrupt them. It is not long before Klaus makes clear his intent to kill Katherine for kidnapping Caroline after they unlink Katherine. Caroline disapproves, and an argument ensues during which Caroline finds out about Elena's disappearance and the group's mission to turn Caroline into an original. Not long after the argument, Elijah calls Klaus, revealing that he will not give up Katherine unless Klaus agrees to let her go free, angering Klaus. Later that night, Caroline comes across Klaus who tells her of his desire to not only kill Katherine, but Elijah as well, while holding the indestructible White Oak Stake in his hands...

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Klaus POV

I fiddle with the white oak stake in my hands, pondering deeply how I was going to use it.

Was it still only an ingredient to turn Caroline into Original and save her life or would it yet be another tool to take yet another family member from me?

Worse, would I be the one to wield it to accomplish such a mission?

I sigh heavily. Family above all. Always and forever. When did these family mottos become such a thorn on my side and no longer a promise?

A ball and chain they are, hindering me from completing actions which need to be done.

And what needs to be done, involves killing my last older brother for betraying me...again. With the same woman involved no less.

Trevor may have been the one to help Katerina escape in 1492, but in his heart, Elijah betrayed me by seeking a way to save the doppelganger without my consent. Furthermore, let us not forget his betrayal when he tried to pull my heart from my chest while the Bennett witch subdued me during the ritual to break my mother's curse on me.

This time, however, his betrayal hurt more. The reason evading me until tonight as I watched Caroline go to bed, avoiding my eyes as she quickly snuck into her bedroom.

It's because of her.

It's because Elijah is betraying me by using Caroline. The only being I let myself care for beyond family in over a millennia, a sensitive weakness that even I didn't want to acknowledge in which Elijah blatantly capitalized on and planned to use to bring me to my knees.

So much for family.

The thought brings my simmering anger to a boil again, making me clutch the white oak stake in my hand tightly. Who does Elijah think I am?! Some lovesick puppy he can train to adhere to his will? Is this what he foresees as my "redemption?!" The birth of a new Niklaus who will bend because the object of his fancy is threatened?

To bloody hell with that! I will not be tamed! I will not return to being a powerless victim! No one, not even Caroline, is worth me reverting back to that! Especially when I take into account how Caroline has made it ABDUNTANTLY clear that she wants no future with me. An indecisive, baby vampire is not worth such sacrifice.

Funny mate, says a small mental voice which is pro Caroline. That was not how it looked a few hours ago when she was rubbing her divine body all over you as she kissed you back...

...And avoided me like the plague afterwards! I viciously snap back mentally, still aggravated by how she distanced herself from me the minute we entered the hotel. If Elijah wants to walk this road of manipulating me, I'll glad show him where it'll lead...not to love or understanding, but blood!

"You're not going to give into Elijah's demands are you?"

I stiffen. I did not hear her approach, so immersed in my thoughts I was. The hairs on my neck prick as she draws closer. I ignore my body's reaction to her and focus on answering her question. No emotions. Keep cool.

"No," I say, calmly.

She sighs heavily. "Why do you have to be so stubborn? Is killing Katherine that important?"

I turn to her slowly, narrowing my gaze at her, warily, pushing down the initial annoyed reaction to her words. I choose to focus on the underlying message of between them instead. "This isn't about my pride Caroline if that is what you are eluding to," I say in a soft tone. "It is about your safety in the long term."

"She says she won't come after us," she argues.

Okay. She can't be this naïve! Katerina is life size puzzle of broken promises. "Her word means nothing!" I hiss.

"Then take precautions!" she says in a sharp, rebellious whisper.

"Or just kill Elijah and her and be done with the both of them."

She freezes, eyes wide, obviously not liking where this conversation is going, but I truly don't care.

"You can't...The white oak stake is gone..."

"You mean this?" I respond, showing off the indestructible white oak stake.

I watch Caroline carefully as her eyes remain fixated on the White Oak Stake shining under the moonlight in my hand. I hear her take a deep breath, then start to shake her head disapprovingly.

I cut her off before she utters a word. "Katerina and Elijah endanger your life with every moment they continue to draw breath," I say a matter-a-factly. "They must be dealt with."

Her head snaps up at me with that comment. "He's your BROTHER! You can't possibly be considering this!"

I turn away from her irritated gaze, glancing at the clock mounted on the wall as I tuck the white oak stake behind my back and throw a forest green Henley on. I didn't have time to convince her. They'll be here any moment.

I hear a whoosh of air before Caroline appears in front of me. "We are NOT done talking," she snaps, her eyes sparking with a passionate fire that makes me inadvertently smirk for a moment.

"Funny. It felt more like an argument than conversation, neither of which I have a desire to indulge in," I say, moving to past by her.

"No! You aren't killing Elijah OR Katherine!" she shouts at my back.

"It's non-negotiable," I throw back, not turning around, but not moving either, silently hearing her out against my will.

She notices and keeps pushing me with her words. "Like hell it isn't! Take a look around you Klaus! You kill Elijah, all you'll have left is Rebekah and Kol and it would be your fault this time, no one else. Can you live with that? Forever? Knowing you killed Elijah because you had a temper tantrum?!"

In a blink of an eye, I turn and flash towards her, now irate after her assessment of me as a grown child. She doesn't flinch, taking my fury head on. Normally, her obstinate demeanor is admirable but I find myself too angry. How dare she try to dictate to me!

"ENOUGH!" I bellow loudly in her face. "Enough of you challenging me! I have had my FILL of you along with everyone else controlling my actions! Especially YOU!" I spat.

"What the HELL is that supposed to mean?!"

" 'What the HELL is that supposed to mean,' " I repeat incredulously. "I means that for someone who SAYS that we should move on..." I take an imtimidating step towards her, making her back up. "...For someone that SAYS we have no future together..." Another step. "For someone who chooses to IGNORE ME after a heated makeout session on the beach," she blushes furiously at that, her back colliding with a window behind her as I finish lowly: "You have no right to tell me what to do."

I relish in her embarrassment as she scrambles for some words in response. Through my anger, I watch in avid admiration the way the moonlight plays on the ivory skin exposed under her skin tight tank top, indulging in the way her chest rises and falls as she whispers:

"You're right. I don't."

I raise my eyes to meet hers. A smirk playing on my lips at her concession. I need to hear it again.

"What's that love?" I taunt darkly. "I didn't hear you."

"I don't have the right to tell you what to do!" she yells in my face, incensed.

"Then why...do you?" I growl. "Especially in a situation where you gain nothing by interfering?"

"Because I care about you!" she replies heatedly without hesitation. Immediately, her eyes grow wide, and she covers her mouth, obviously shocked at herself for revealing such a thing.

My breath catches in my throat, my heartbeat escalating as my eyes bore on her form as she closes her eyes tightly, muttering "shit" as she drops her hand. Her words play in loop in my head, their meaning warming my spirit each time...

I care about you.

She cared about me...

"Please forget I said that," she pleads desperately, breaking my thoughts.

Not bloody likely.

"No."

Her eyes snap open to glare at me. "Seriously?!"

"Yes. Seriously."

"But I didn't mean it!"

Lie. "Which is precisely why you want me to forget about it," I respond sarcastically, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Ugh! I am SO not doing this with you," she says in a huff, trying to blow past me. I push her firmly back against the window by her shoulder though, before she gets far, the contact surprising her momentarily before she rolls her eyes, not even slightly concerned. For a moment, a rare happiness wells up in me that I grasp on tightly. How I loved to know we had come so far together that she was no longer fearful of me harming her, that she, for all intents and purposes, trusted me, whether consciously or subconsciously.

She trusted in my feelings for her...

"We ARE doing this love," I insist fervently. "It's been a long time coming."

"Don't you have a sibling to go kill?" she throws at me as a distraction.

I smirk at her, undeterred. "So desperate not to speak about your feelings for me that you'll suddenly condone my killing Elijah? Bad form sweetheart."

She turns crimson, making my smirk widen, enjoying her embarrassment in getting caught. "I...I...I just realized that you are right," she says quickly, covering. "How you decide to deal with your family is YOUR business. The End!" she ends with a dazzling, Miss Mystic Falls smile.

I simply hold her gaze, unrelenting, smiling as well while her pure blue orbs stare back into mine. When she sees I make no move, she stops smiling, letting out a defeated sigh.

"You're not going to let this go..." she realizes.

"No."

She groans, leaning her head back on the glass, exposing her throat, inches away from my lips, inviting me. "And here I thought we finished all confessions back in Mystic Falls months ago."

"Clearly not love. Your conscience is still not clear, blurting out things you did not mean to say but are true nonetheless..."

She doesn't correct me, but presses her lips together, looking up at the ceiling as if in prayer.

I smile. "Don't worry sweetheart. I'll be glad to play the priest to which you confess all your sins to."

She lets out a derisive laugh. "You? A priest? Is that a joke because it's so not fu-"

She stops midway through her sentence to take a sharp intake of breath when I lean forward and kissing her tantalizing neck lightly.

"-nny," she ends with a sigh. It is my turn to speak, gliding my lips along her soft skin, seducing her, unable to resist the need to be closer to her. "I wasn't aiming for hilarity Caroline," I murmur huskily.

"What do you want?" she says in a way that makes my nether regions twitch with anticipation.

So many responses are swirling in my head as I kiss her again. You. Your body, your mind, your soul...Whatever you give me...but it always comes back to the number one response, for without it, everything else I want from her is tainted or undesirable.

I get severely distracted when the inner wolf in me catches a whiff of her arousal. I inhale deeply into her hair as I push up against her, intoxicated by her scent. A low growl emanates from my throat at the thought of knowing that I was the cause of her desire. A truth I will never tire of knowing. I lick slowly the throbbing vein in her neck, hearing her moan in pleasure before I finally whisper the answer to her question in her ear.

"Your honesty."

In my peripheral vision, I see her bite her lip, her eyes swirling with emotion when I rest my cheek slightly against her own. I dare not make any eye contact. Even when she closes her eyes and says softly:

"I care about you Klaus."

I feel an invisible weight fall off me at her confirmation, being relieved that at the moment, I do not have to guess or assume her feelings for me.

I raise my right hand to cup her face to face mine, our eyes meeting again just for her to say in a hushed voice:

"And I so wish I didn't..."

My grip on her tightens briefly at the blow, but I recover, letting my hand drop. "Because it is so repulsive for you to do so," I say through clenched teeth, my eyes burning into hers.

But she doesn't react to my anger, her expression reflective instead. "It's not repulsive," she says with a certainty that silences the raging animal in me. "Maybe to my friends and everyone else on the planet," she says with a chuckle, "but to me, honestly" she says, stressing the word before saying quietly as she puts a hand over my cheek, making me go rigid at the unexpected gentleness of her touch, "It's not. And THAT'S," she pushes me away suddenly, taking me so off guard I move back, punctuating the frustration that leaks out in her voice at her last word, "...is the problem! They can't know that I care about you!" she says, no longer leaning on the window, moving her hands freely as she delivers her impassioned speech. "I really don't want for Bonnie and everyone else..." She makes a wide gesture with her hands; resembling the world I suppose, I think in amusement, "...Silently judging because I," hand over her heart, "Caroline Forbes, gasp," says the word and actually gasps, "cares about the Big bad Original Hybrid," counts off one finger, "Jenna and Carol killing," two, three fingers...she might run out if she continues counting off my bad traits, but stops a mere fourth finger, making me silently relieved and disappointed that she stopped there, "Elena hunting Klaus!" she says. Yet, what she says next, stops being amusing and nearly stops my undead, hybrid heart:

"It would be just better if I didn't care because feeling utterly amazing when you touch me or kiss me doesn't help anything! Fantasizing about sexing it up with you anywhere, anytime, any position, all the damn time even when I'm with some other guy doesn't help either! Caring about you, thinking about you, SCARES ME, and I..."

A startled gasp leaves her lips when I grab her by the nape of her neck roughly and kiss her deeply. I didn't even know when I moved to her, but I am there, kissing her.

And I am not going to stop. Dear Caroline is going to be in a bed tonight, with me, naked. Elijah and Katerina can get killed another night.

My beloved Caroline, as if reading my mind and agreeing, snakes her hands past my neck and into my hair, her mouth slanting over mine when I pull her closer to me.

I groan with the gesture, enjoying how our tongues caress one another like it is something they did every day. I grab her by her lower back to feel more of her, loving the hum of approval which escapes her. Every inch of my body prickles with need, a hot desire to devour her, to make her mine, but all too soon, she breaks our kiss, our breathing coming out ragged as her eyes burn into mine with lust. My manhood moves in my pants, beyond hard for her.

It is to be expected of course. After all her raw confessions, mainly of her fantasizing about...what was it?

" 'Sexing it up with me,' " I mumble, my smile growing at my new favorite phrase and as I as recall aloud what else she said: "Anywhere, anytime, any position..."I emphasize with a wiggle of my eyebrows.

She slaps me playfully. "Shut up..."

"Such a naughty Miss Mystic falls!" I continue, unable to stop in teasing her further, grinning at her. "What would all the members of the committees you run say?"

"Are you done?" she asks, poking my dimples. "Dimpling me to death?"

I turn my head, and kiss the assaulting finger, replacing the playfulness and charging the air with sexual tension once again.

Feeling it is my turn to let out a confession or two, I say, not looking at her while I express vulnerability, "You are not the only one who is fearful Caroline."

I stare at her hand, intertwining our fingers briefly, thinking how they fit perfectly together, her hand and mine. "This is new to me as well." At my say, I let go of her hand to explore other interesting parts of her. "Like you, I do not particularly enjoy acknowledging our..." I search for a safe term, "...connection, but for different reasons."

I slide up her tank top slyly as I speak further, my fingers drawing unknown patterns on her soft skin as she shivers under my touch.

"I don't enjoy knowing that I love touching you, just like this. I don't like that I enjoy..." I dip my head to kiss her from collarbone to ear, feeling her shiver in my arm.

"...the taste of you..." I say with a heavy, satisfied sigh as I take her earlobe in my mouth, biting down gently, "SO. Much..."

"Klaus..." she moans when I suck on her neck, stoking our fire and making everything burn so much hotter.

"You make me weak Caroline," I whisper, kissing her again, my hands crossing dangerous territory when they feel the underside of her braless breasts. She reacts to it, pulling away, but I hold her onto her firmly.

"No more running," I say fervently, every word drenched with the emotion I felt for her. "No more being scared. Give in. Give us a chance."

I smile at my next words: "I dare you."

She smiles back, clearly remembering the last time I said similar words to her, sitting on a street bench back in Mystic Falls. Her hands slide from my hair to rest on my stubble cheeks.

My heart thunders in my chest as she shakes her head.

"This is so wrong," she moans, leaning further into me, fighting herself.

I embrace her tightly, refusing to let go. I ignore my brain telling me to shut up, let me emotions take over and say the truth.

"But it feels so right Caroline," I breath into her neck, unable to help myself. "You know it to be true. You must!"

She raises her head to look at me defiantly. "Because this Eternal Vow crap? Bonnie told me the whole deal. I can't be your Original Bride and do forever with you even beyond death! It's too much!"

Anger flares up at that. Why does she have to be so resistant?! "Bloody hell Caroline! I never asked you for eternity! All I have EVER asked is a chance! One chance!"

She sighs, putting her head down. "Klaus. God. I really don't know..."

I raise her head up, looking into her eyes intensely to impart one last plea. I want her. I've wanted her for so long, so much, I don't think I'll ever stop. She had me for eternity and I wanted her in return, but she isn't there. Yet, she can be. If she would just take a leap into the unknown. Let me show her what the world, what I can offer.

"I am many things, love," I say gently, my eyes falling to her rosy red lips. "Most you know, but I am not a witch nor a fortune teller. I cannot tell you how we end, but what I can say is neither of us will ever know unless we try. Together."

I hold my breath, readying myself for another rejection as she deliberates. I had nothing left to say or do. I played all the cards, I just needed her to tell me if I won or lost.

I feel her fingers slide over my lips and I shudder, restraining myself from reacting the way I wanted, for her answer is too important.

Too critical.

"Okay," she says.

I blink, once, three times, stunned.

"What?" I manage to say.

She smiles, looking at my face, clearly seeing something amusing that I clearly am oblivious to.

"Okay. One chance," she clarifies, her smile broadening. "But..."

I didn't even hear the rest, my inner being soaring with the attainability of the new reality of MORE. More of her, more times like this. More US.

I cut her off with a kiss that is gentle yet insistent. She returns it with an enthusiasm which makes things escalate from 1 to 1,000 in a second. In vampiric speed, I feel her hands go under my Henley and pull it over my head. So in the moment but also imagining all the places I would take her, all the things I would give her and the life we could have together...

Together...

Just that concept is enough. To know she would at least try a relationship with me is more than enough.

For now anyway, I think, as our lips are locked in a dance of nibbling and sucking that only intensifies when I feel her fiddling with my pants.

I smile against her lips just as I hear...

"Klaus. I'm ready. Have you seen Kol...Oh GOD!"

We freeze, turning just in time to see Bonnie cover her eyes with her hands at the doorway and Kol sitting on stool in the nearby open kitchen with a popcorn bag in his hands.

He rolls his eyes at Bonnie, putting down his popcorn down in disappointment. "Really darling? You had to walk in now? Do you know how desperate I've been for some entertainment? It's finally getting good again after their argumentative foreplay..."

"Are you telling me you've been here this ENTIRE TIME?!" interjects Caroline mortified.

I roll my eyes, grabbing my discarded Henley and putting it on again. Kol has always been some sick Peeping Tom. Looks like dying hasn't changed that in the slightest.

"Well. I wouldn't say the ENTIRE TIME," he says smoothly. "I decided things were worth watching after the 'It would be just better if I didn't care because feeling utterly amazing when you touch me or kiss me doesn't help anything!' bit."

"Oh my God that was like 20 minutes ago or something!" cries Caroline, eyes bulging.

"You're such a perv," says Bonnie with a shake of her head.

Understatement of the millennium.

"That's subjective. I was only going to let it continue till I confirmed Caroline's breast size as a C cup," quips Kol with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Reflexively, I flash to him, taking a nearby knife and shoving it in his heart.

Bonnie and Kol scream in unison, one out of the shock, the other in pain.

Caroline's lips twitch with a smile. I'll take that as silent approval. She must of really abhor him for watching if she doesn't feel the need to scold me for stabbing a sibling.

Fantastic. "Next time you make any sexual reference about Caroline, I'll cut out your heart and feed it to you. Are. We. Clear?"

Kol glares at me with rebellion in his eyes. I do not hesitate to remedy that by twisting the knife in his chest.

He growls loudly in pain. "Fine! Fine!"

Satisfied, I pull out the knife, smirking until Kol says derisively between coughs and glares:

"Ladies and Gentleman, Niklaus Mikaelson, Father of the Year! Hopefully that baby Hayley's carrying doesn't have your temper. Gods!"

I glare at him, never wanting to kill a sibling as much as I wanted to kill Kol at the moment, who is looking like a cat who got the cream, when he reads my murderous expression.

The silence which comes after Kol's verbal bomb is so deafening, you can hear a proverbial pin drop. Then reality sets in when I remember Caroline is still in the room. I feel her gaze and I don't turn around, genuinely fearful of what I will see there...

A/N Coming soon- Kalijah and how Caroline handles the Hayley bomb. Does Caroline still gives Klaus a chance? Then Esther makes a move against Klaus. Does he survive? You can always review to let me know what you think...

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Ilovetvd- I never thought of having Manning turn Caroline into an Original. Interesting...My Klaus (which I should be like TVD Klaus) will go dark, will kill, will have momentary soft moments with his wifey CareBear because that is the Klaus I fell for. Hope that's the one you love too! The Eternal vow does NOT exist in Canon. I made it up. Where do I get inspiration from? Reading good Klaroline fics, rewatching TVD season 3 and 4, 5x11 *grin* stuff like that. The number one requirement for anyone claiming to father Klaus needs to have at least 90% hotness to qualify. In my mind. Just saying :). Oh, and accent that drops my panties. Double requirement.

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