Hello again, Thank you to everyone who reads this fic. Thank you for your reviews, favoring and follows. I am back for chapter with Chapter 9. I am hoping that you like it and enjoy and even more anxious to hear your thoughts.
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Music inspiration for this chapter is: Panic Attack – Unkle
love you all,
Jay
I love the madness
It's killing me
Our love is behind
And I'm so blind I can't see
Klaus moved to open the door and to his surprise Caroline flashed in front of him before he could even touch the handle. For a moment he had almost forgotten she was even in the room with him. Staring at her, her face drained of all color, her whole body trembling he tried to understand what she was thinking and feeling. Her eyes narrowed at him, her mouth opening and closing like she was fighting whether or not to speak to him.
He was so tired of this. So tired of her battling with him over everything.
He moved closer to the door determined to be done with her and to his shock, she grabbed him arm, her mouth opening as if she had decided at last.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I don't know why I said that. It's not me. I can't help it." With each word, she held on tighter to him.
Klaus was astonished by her words and reaction. Confusion flowed over him strongly and he couldn't decide if he wanted to hold her or shove her off him. She was a master manipulator of his feelings. Anger suddenly taking over him, overriding logic, he pried her hand away and pulled back.
"What game are you playing?" His eyes darkened dangerously.
She shook her head violently; her whole body seemed to be shaking. She stood before him looking as vulnerable as after she killed the 12 witches. That day, much like today, angered him. Especially, after being scorned by her. He told himself to walk away now. Reject her like she had him countless times.
A moment passed and her shoulders sagged; she took a step back and nodded,.
Caroline walked around him, her stomach dropping, only to leap into her throat when his hand shot out and latched on to hers, turning her to face him again. His features remained impassive
"Why did you save her?" He asked and his face echoed the same hurt and uncertainty of that day that seemed so long ago. That day when they were in the woods on the Salvatore property and he coerced and manipulated her into confessing her true feelings for him.
Now just like that day, she was skeptical.
"I didn't want her hurt and..." She replied, adding in a low voice, "…she's yours."
"Thank you." He squeezed her hand, his eyes softening.
Caroline stepped forward and reached for his face. He stiffened at her touch and that almost made her smile. She had him back. She felt triumphant, through her desperation, at seeing the effect she had always had, and still had, on him. This is what she needed. She couldn't bear to lose his attention, his affection.
Klaus hated himself at this moment. He was always waiting for her to struggle and make up her mind. For a moment, he was almost relieved, though hurt, at her words of rejection. Relieved because he could shut her off, turn his back on her, if only in his mind, if only for a minute. But she had changed it all again, with her admission, hooking him in, and now here he was, again waiting for her to make a move.
He felt her relief. He didn't know how he could, but he felt her relax. She wasn't desperate like before and it irritated him. The hold she had, the easy way she could treat him like a toy. He wanted to hurt her, make her feel like he did. So he took the upper hand not caring if she hated him for it.
He shrugged her hands off his face, taking her by surprise. His hand shot to the back of her head and he grabbed a hand full of her hair and yanked her painfully against him. Gone was the softness as he crushed his lips to hers, bruising them and cutting with his emerging fangs. Her blood dripped between them and he knew she could taste it.
She gave a whimper of surprised pain. That's how he snapped.
His right hand ripped at the back of her silk shirt causing her to jump back in a gasp. The front of her top fell forward leaving her only in her bra as she breathed heavily before his eyes. Her eyes were wide in bewilderment as she watched him change before her.
Klaus knew she was not expecting that from him. Savagery. Aggression. He was different in this moment with her, in her presence. He's not the one from the woods almost begging for a confession almost. He won't stand back and let her take her time. He won't let her take the lead or put up with anything she dishes out. He was the Alpha he once assured her he was.
He noticed her hesitation and for a second a mocking smile crossed his lips. "Want to run?" He asked in a voice so gruff, rough, it made her almost want to.
Her body began to hum in fear but more powerfully, in desire. She wanted to launch herself at him.
She stepped forward and ripped his Henley, accepting the challenge with defiance. He shrugged his shoulders out of the fabric detachedly.
He stepped forward and grabbed her to him with his rough hands and instead of kissing her; he turned her in one quick movement so that her back was to him. Her tongue pasted itself to the roof of her mouth tasting the remnants of her own blood as he rubbed his center against her behind. With his left hand at her neck, he squeezed as he pressed her tighter against him.
"I don't want to run," she whispered strongly.
In a complete show of savagery, he ripped into the side of her throat.
He let his other hand slide down the valley of her breasts, exploring the planes of her flat stomach, possessively squeezing her belly as he sucked eagerly from her neck.
She closed her eyes and her face hung over his hand as his strength cut into her windpipe. She was barely breathing and though she didn't need it, old habits die-hard. She felt lightheaded and consumed by the pressure and light rocking of his pelvis. The combination brought her arousal to a new level, which only increased when his hand ripped the waistband of her jeans.
He didn't give her a chance to react, just snaked his hand in until he reached the edge of the lace. He traced it with his fingers. Her back wiggled against him and she automatically shifted to open her legs. He chuckled and the vibrating sound traveled through his fangs, which were still hooked on her neck, causing a tremor down her body that she felt all the way to her core.
She rubbed herself more against him, needing to feel him against her.
"Don't move" He said after unhooking his fangs from her neck. He let his hand drop from her neck, joining it with the other to pull her pants down her hips, to the mid of her thighs along with her panties.
His fingers slid upward, traveling over her thighs and running possessively over her buttocks before settling on her hips. He held her in place as he teased her. Rocking himself against her until the desire that coursed through her caused her to moan.
He let go of her hips and she pushed herself closer. One hand went to bend her over the bed and the other to free himself from the jeans. She almost protested when he moved back. He didn't bother to pull his jeans down.
"This one's mine," He growled before pushing himself deep, past her folds, all the way.
She half screamed, half groaned, like an animal. It only further fueled him. He began to thrust with purpose. His open jeans' fly brushing her with each movement. His grunting sounds drowning her small moans.
Soon he was almost atop her; his arms restraining hers, his hips pounding so hard and fast it was like he was barely moving and yet shaking everything at the same time.
Her walls began to contract, her legs gave out, and she fell forward and took him with her. He continued pumping into her and on the brink his mouth opened and he let the beast take over. He bit the back of her neck and collapsed on her back.
Once the tremors had subsided and he sobered, he pulled his head up. The bite on her neck had already begun to heal. He felt a mixture of self-disgust and something else…Klaus felt sated.
He moved up and rolled away from her, going as far as he could. He needed the distance so he moved putting them on opposite sides of the bed.
He was by the headboard side staring at her as she lay in a heap by the end of the bed. His eyes carefully avoided her bare behind. He had not intended for this and now he wondered if he crossed the ultimate line. He had almost drained her while beastly taking her.
Normally she was self-conscious of everything and would have never allowed herself to be in the vulnerable physical position she was in now. Her ass up in the air where he could see what she wouldn't want anyone to see but she couldn't seem to move. Not only because her body would not allow her to, but because her mind was racing after the numbness of her orgasm had quickly worn off.
He knew he would have to leave soon. He already could feel himself stirring again with the need to crawl on top of her and awaken her need so when she looked at him again, her eyes were full of lust. He couldn't stand the thought that she was disgusted right now. That it was why she wasn't moving.
And just like that, she rolled around to her back and kicked her broken jeans from her legs; her heels flying with them. She flipped until she was on her knees, staring into his blue-green eyes. To him, aggression seemed to be her intent.
He watched her crawl to him.
He kept his eyes on her approaching form and even when he didn't want to his eyes dipped down her body. He was bracing himself for her disdain. Her eyes were empty of emotion as she crawled and he told himself he would sit there and take it. He deserved it.
When she got to him, she moved her legs to straddle him. He couldn't move. He had never seen someone so cold and yet, so alluring and beautiful. She was like Venus de Milo, a beauty at arm's length that he cannot reach.
Her face hovered over his. He held his breath. Her hand lifted and he wondered if she would strike him. He was ready.
Instead, she leaned and kissed the corner of his mouth, her fingers tracing his neck. Then she opened her mouth and settled onto his lips. He didn't move. She clamped her teeth on his bottom lip and nipped hard forcing him into the moment and she took advantage plunging her tongue into his mouth. His hand found their way to her back and he let them slide feeling her softness.
He pulled her back. She looked confused.
"Why?" he asked huskily.
She fisted her hands in his hair and kissed him lightly. "I want to."
His heart jumped in his chest. The raw need he heard in her voice was overwhelming and paralyzed him
"I want to feel." She repeated, bringing his head to her chest and wrapping her hands around the back of it.
He kissed his way around her chest, hugging her tight to bring her closer. His lips at her breast, up her neck, then her lips. She smiled before pushing him back into the mattress; he marveled at the sweetness of it. She hung her head back, her torso arched, and her hands balancing her by resting on her thighs. She left herself completely exposed to him.
"This one is mine," She said as she rocked her hips.
Caroline fed from him, aroused for blood as much as she was for him.
She wondered if it was gone. Earlier tonight it no longer felt like he looked at her. His gaze was devoid of his usual ardor and devotion. He no longer looked like he was hungry for her and she didn't know how to live with that.
She needed that.
She lifted her bloody lips from his neck to look into his eyes and her body went limp with shock. Her breath felt stuck because there it was. Again. That look. She was everything look, the only thing, look. She couldn't help or prevent her smile.
It seemed contagious as his face split into a blinding smile of its own. Their lips of their own accord carnally pressed against each other.
Her hands caressed his face; his stroked her back.
The last thing she remembered was laying her head on his shoulder, looking up at him as he looked down at her. He pressed his lips to hers once more.
As she drifted off, she felt drunk in the power she had over him.
When she opened her eyes again, she was surrounded by trees. It was a clearing and the sun shone brightly. She inhaled deeply and she could smell it. The torment. Never had she smelled something like it. She would recognize it anywhere. Just like where she was. She had been coming here since she was a child. She used to sneak into these woods and under the big tree not even six feet away, she daydreamed.
Now, it was The Tree.
It was where she had sat and learned about relationships as Ken and Barbie dealt with household issues. Under that same tree where he pinned her and took her, Ken and Barbie were married in a beautiful ceremony officiated by Reverend Caroline Forbes, in her Lucy Camden-Kinkirk moment. As Ken and Barbie kissed, there was not a dry eye in these woods.
Caroline smiled in remembrance. She saw herself pushed against that tree, her mouth opening to scream as her body began to deliciously convulse. Shaking and trembling, she moaned her release as he hovered in front of her with that evil smirk.
It was the last thing she saw before he turned her and proceeded to show her all the things she never pictured Ken and Barbie doing. He brought her tears out with his rough-perfected gentle stroke. When they switched and she was astride him, he tilted his head in invitation and while she leaned forward and accepted, he took over the stroking movement. Soon, she began to convulse, still latched on. It was the first time she had fed from him that day.
Just remembering she shuddered thinking that the next time she did, night had fallen, but she saw the mark clear as day.
The mark
Everything's changed
She sat up with a start. Gasping again into life. Just like last time, everything in her world now changed.
"You marked me." She whispered reaching behind to touch her back and turning to him only to find him staring at her.
He smiled, his eyes dancing with love and malice. His hand reached out.
"Come, I want to feed you again, my queen."
So some stuff happened...What do you think?
