Obviously didn't think we'd make it this far. I thought this story was going to be a bust. I'm glad that's it not. I'm glad we're all working together to get this story finished, that's the only sad part.

Because you've all been nice to me. Here's a treat, please, I tried my best with this part. I do hope you enjoy it. I am snickering as of right now, no idea, why.

I've been reading Best of Me; you all need to read it. It's like….I'm speechless and yet I'm rambling. Gah, just read and enjoy.

Oh for the graphic scenes in this chapter. It will be split and put on Tumblr. L.J says it's too long. If you want it, just look for it under domox.

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~One week later ~

She's relaxed, calm as she stalks the forest. The ground is wet from the morning rain and in the air she could smell it would rise again. It would pour along her clothes, dirty up her hair, make it tangled and wild, like the wild girl in the books. The ones that stalk the trees and hunt the hunters, that's how she feels, right now. She's hunting, taking her time and yet she's growing impatient. She hears rabbits and birds and comes across critters that creep along the ground, but it's not what she wants. She wants something else.

He's not too far behind. He's learning the surroundings, watching her, watching her back.

He's topless, walking around in his black jeans, no shoes. His hair is as wild as hers.

He wants to call it sex hair, but he hasn't had her since that afternoon back at his house. He doesn't want to think about the events that followed after. He stays quiet, hushing his thoughts. He feels the buzzing. She's calling out to him. She wants him near her, closer. She wants to feel him, but her stomach rumbles louder.

She's ripped her clothes. Her shirt is torn. Her pants are barely holding on. She had tackled a bear, with strength he never knew she had. They fought. He scratched. She bit him, but didn't feed. He clawed for her face. She was too fast and gutted him with a quick slice of her nails along his fur, blood poured and poured and he wondered where all this anger had come from.

Wasn't she over the Tyler thing? Hadn't they passed this?

He guesses not and doesn't want to ask. He can feel that she's a bit bugged about the situation. He wishes he could help her, but he knows its her thing to worry about. He thinks back on the bear. He wants to check back on it, wonder what had happened to his insides. She hadn't drunk from him. She just killed him.

He continues to follow after her. He's starting to grow worried about her state of sanity. Is she losing it?

Is he losing it?

He shakes his head mentally, opening his mind to her. He's done with the hiding. She's barely said a word to him over the week, but he likes the silence, already knowing at the back of his mind that she's there. She's upset still over what happen.

Tyler had said things that upset her, brought her down. Stefan, her loyal friends had kicked her out of town because of him. He was surprised that she hadn't kicked him to the curb.

He wishes, well had, that she hadn't need to try so hard for their approval. They all had used her. He's sure that she knows this now.

So he doesn't say anything. He doesn't want to end up like the bear.

She stops in a clearing. Some trees are tilted over, broken down; leaves are still falling from others. She's licking her lips, wetting them, turning to face him. She looks…gone. He doesn't like this, but he has to deal with it. He has to feel it inside of him.

She's a part of him as much as he's a part of him.

He just wants it all to go away.

Over the week, the days, the hours, the minutes, he had learned that this claim had taken a toll on them.

He was always paranoid, afraid more of what people thought of him, mostly of what she thought of him. He wanted to look his best. He pushed away the negative thoughts, the negative memories, but they find their way back into him, causing him to pause and make him weep, not literally. But it weakens him and because he's sad, upset, thrown off. She seems more….angry.

He realizes now the change in their emotions. She's angry because of how he felt. He is mad at his mother, things he doesn't even want to mention come to light. He is mad at his father, step-bastard of a father for abandoning him, for leaving him when he needed him. He only became the monster that his father had set him out to be. He detests his siblings; they all curled their nose at him. Even the most noble of them all, they say they love him, but he knew, once he became the thing that he was. They would turn from him; turn the other way, because he was not a part of what they were.

They are vampires, one being, one dead being.

He's a hybrid, two beings in one body, both fighting to take over.

He's mad at everyone he's ever came across and then her, she comes along. She's dying, on her death bed. He grants her life, gives her some of him and comes back. His thoughts had stopped flowing. He felt like his mind had left him when he looked down at her.

He pulls himself from the thought. He dare won't bring himself to talk about the claim as if it's another mistake. It's not. He can't even stomach the words.

He focuses on the woman before him.

She's angry because of his emotions are catching up with her own, meddling together to create something he can't even name.

She's a beautiful ball of a mess.

He doesn't want her to have it all. There are secrets he hasn't mentioned. Things he will never bring to light and now, they are.

"Love?" He calls. He wants to make sure she isn't crazy. She has been quiet for a long time.

It's like she's in her own little world. The times she does speak it's a curse.

He always hardens when he hears those filthy things leave her mouth. He wants to shut her up and kiss her, kiss her hard, lo…no…it's too soon. He had an obsession with Tatia. She's not his obsession, his golden light, god he has so many names for her. She's not an obsession; he doesn't want to tire of her.

"I hear people…far from here."

She turns to the right, hearing something. He follows with a turn of his head; the cool air is brushing over him. He stands still. It does nothing to affect him. He can smell the rain; it's at least twenty minutes away.

"I want them, but you have to be a part of it too." She settles her blue eyes on him. Her blue eyes, the light is gone, what he sees now. He wants to take her on the ground, rip what the bear hadn't and mark every inch of her skin with his own forming anger.

He's trying to pick at it, pick at it enough to where he can take some of it too. He's been around for a thousand years; he doesn't want to put that on her, not all of it.

"I will. We both will." He assures her, stepping forward to stand beside her, leaning in, his hot breath on her neck. He lifts up both his hands, one grabs for her ass, cupping her firm cheeks, the other grabs for her neck as he places kisses there, taunting out her vein. "You need to relax, love. They'll be there."

She shakes him off, grabbing for both his hands, bringing them both around, breaking some of his fingers with a loud crack.

"Don't touch me." She hisses her eyes focused on him. "This is your fault. We're stuck here, out in the middle of Georgia because of you." She brings her foot up, catching him in the ribs. He cries out, falling to his knees.

He growls loudly in the air. He won't take this from her. He uses his shoulder to hit her, knocking her back. She stumbles, caught off guard. She lets him go easily, trying to recollect herself. She doesn't like that. She doesn't like this at all.

"My fault?" He faces her, grabbing at the fingers that she broke, snapping them back in place. He doesn't even feel the pain, it's like a slight twitch. He guesses that's part of the claim. He feels less and less each day. "You could have told me to go away. I would have gone. Or you think that I need to be around you?" He shakes his head.

She huffs, her chest rising and falling as she looks at him.

"Because if you're away from me for a second. I just can't take it. Why do I have to feel like this?"

Klaus shrugs, running his hands along his naked chest, wiping off the dirt, the water from earlier. His pants were near dry, but with the upcoming rain. He knew it wouldn't last long.

"That's not my problem, love. We can part for a second without having to feel like this. We've been around each other enough to build walls."

It's as if something has snapped inside of Caroline. She screams out in anger, her eyes flash a color he's grown to know, a bright icy blue, it seems it's gone lighter each time she fazes. She jumps on him without a second pause, knocking him back. He stumbles into the tree behind him, her legs are around his waist, she pinning him to the bark of the tree. It scratches at his back as she snarls at him.

"I thought being away from them we didn't have too. You know how sad it is for your own friends to want to kill you to get rid of you. I despise them. I want to rip their throats out. I have done nothing but been there for them. I dealt with the rape, being used. I dealt with pain. I use to cry myself to sleep."

Klaus barks at her. He's finished with this. He thought once they left Mystic Falls they would leave this behind, in Mystic Falls.

He pushes himself off the tree, some of his skin coming off as he does. He moves off the tree, spinning them around to ram her into the spot that he's just left. Her legs tighten around his waist; his hand reaches out for her throat. His own eyes flashing a bright brown. He's snarling for her to shush. It's his turn to talk.

"I thought we left those troubles in Mystic Falls unless you want to go back. Do to them what you did to that bear." He shakes her, rattling her like a toy. "They are going to plot to kill me. I've obviously never met anyone who's been claimed to know what happens, love. But I think we should figure that out before one of us meets our end."

Caroline continues to look at him with hatred in her eyes, but she's not mad at him. She's mad at them.

"Let it go, darling. They are nothing without you, without us." He's trying to pump her full of confidence. He wants her to focus on something else.

And then, what's been bugging her finally comes into light and he wonders why this was never brought up before. "Because they were all I know and now, I can't. It's too much." She closes her eyes, sniffling as best as she can with his hand around her throat. He lets go, but continues to hold her against the tree. He's not finished with her, but his mood has softened.

"I thought we knew each other well enough to talk about these things, sweetheart. We're in this together. There's not much we can do, unless fucking forever is what you want."

It feels like seconds after he said it, she replies quickly with a nod of her head. Her eyes opened, her icy blues have toned down back to her regular color. Her fangs go away and are replaced with her blunt teeth. "Yes, let's. I need you, Klaus." She's grabbing at his hair, pulling him towards her. He fights her the whole way, pulling back.

"You may need me, but do you want me more than just sex?" He asks, a large lump forms in his throat. She doesn't reply as fast as before. He pulls away. He feels like he's been used. He lets her legs and body slump along the tree she's being held against.

He walks further from her, turning his back on her, shaking his head, tapping a fingernail on his bottom lip.

Caroline snarls. She feels his emotions seeping into her and it only makes her angrier. "You think I'd use you after all this time. Whose name have I been moaning? Are you daft?" She shouts at him, glad that it's just them, right here, right now. She can't take this anymore. This is the part she hates about herself. The insecurity part. She has his anger and he has her insecurity.

'Aren't we the perfect fucking couple?' she asks herself as she takes long strides forward. He seems distracted in his only little world. She wants his attention on her while she's fuming. She won't take it any other way.

The longer he looks away from her, the angrier she gets. It's like a growing boil, getting bigger and bigger till it's about ready to pop.

"Caroline, we should go get our food. I'd hate to miss them."

She scoffs, blurring in front of him, stopping him in his tracks, slapping him across the face. She's breathing with anger. "Fuck them…. -we're going to talk about this. Now! You think I'm using you. Alright, Klaus. Let me use you."

She comes at him with grabby hands, grabbing for anything she can reach. She makes her way for his hair, moving his head to the side so she can have her way at his neck. He's stunned by the whole process, but he does have enough notion to bend his arm to grab for her, trying to get her off of him. She stands still, shrugging off his hold as she fazes once again, parting her lips to make way for her fangs as she sinks into him once more.

~/~

~One week ago~

Tyler is still amazed at himself for sitting on Caroline's couch. He keeps telling himself to leave. He doesn't have to listen to Caroline. Klaus, on the other hand, he can deal with him later. He didn't want to hear their satisfaction for one another. He just wants to go. He taps his foot onto the carpeted floor. He's antsy. He wants to leave, but part of him doesn't want to piss off Caroline. He doesn't think it's about the biting thing. It seemed more like an order and it reminded him of a couple of days ago when he was supposed to be making up with Caroline and he nicked her. And funny how the man who told him to bite her was up there with her.

"Fuck them." He tries to pull himself to a stand. He wants to leave, but there's something pulling him to a stay. He's not sure what it is, but it feels just as if Klaus had told him too.

Except it wasn't Klaus. It was Caroline.

He taps both his feet onto the ground. His fingers tapping hurriedly on his thigh of his annoyance of the two people upstairs and then it hits him.

Maybe Caroline is compelled.

Then as if he had summoned her, she appears down the stairs. She looks confident and bolder as she walks down the stairs, taking each step slowly. Klaus is right behind her. His hands are folded behind his back. There's power radiating from them both.

He swallows hard. The air seems thicker.

No one speaks, though.

Caroline makes her way over towards the seat in front of Tyler, only she rests on the arm of it. Klaus moves around the seat to make room for Caroline as he sits in the chair in front of Tyler. He crosses his legs over one another as Caroline adjusts her bottom on the arm of the chair; she crosses her own legs at her ankles, turning her head to face Tyler as she places both her hands on the arm of the chair as if to steady her.

Nothing else is said, only Tyler clears his throat. He wants one of them to speak. To explain the situation in front of him because he doesn't believe this, that Caroline, his love, his girl would give herself to the man who kept him in chains.

"Tyler, I love you."

It's the first words that have been said. Klaus inhales deeply. His chest expands. His eyes close shut. His lips come together as if he's about ready to blow. His hands touch one another, resting in his lap as he sits in the chair.

Caroline doesn't comment on his body change. She continues on.

"I can't explain what's been going on but we can't be together anymore."

Tyler's jaw drops. He shakes his head. He can't believe what he was hearing.

"Is this because of Klaus? Has he compelled you?" Tyler turns towards Klaus, lifting up a finger to point it at him. "I should be paying your debt. Don't put this out on…"

He quiets, there's something that he hadn't noticed before, but there it is.

There's a bite mark on Klaus's neck. It's two indentions of fangs piercing his skin. But he has a feeling that's not it. There's something more than that. He turns to look at Caroline's and sighs heavily when nothing is there.

But his relief ends once Caroline turns her head, moving her hair to the side to show off the two indentions that are in her neck. But they are deeper, slightly bigger than the one on Klaus's.

She straightens, moving to rest her hands in her own lap. "Tyler, I love you."

Klaus tenses again. He opens his eyes this time, tilting his head to look up at Caroline. He opens his mouth to speak, but with a quick raise of her hand she shushes him.

"I always will have a part of you in my heart. But I realized some things in my time with Klaus that it's not real."

"What do you mean that it's not real? Was you thinking this when he was fucking you or what?" Tyler is outraged. He can feel his anger growing inside of him. He can't truly believe what the hell is going on.

"Tyler…that's not what…."

"Really Caroline?" He doesn't want to mention it, but he feels like he has too. She's obviously being compelled.

"Don't you remember what Damon did to you? He violated your body and your mind. He tore you down. Are you letting Klaus do that too? Don't you remember when Matt couldn't be with you because of what you are? I accept you for all that you are, Caroline. I'm not going to shake it off and shrug my shoulders because you say you don't want me."

Caroline looks down, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth, tugging on the flesh with her teeth.

"Caroline, you never told me of the Salvatore treating you like garbage." Klaus speaks up. He's fully turned in the chair to look at her.

"Because it happened in the past and I'm over it. I kicked his ass and we don't talk about it anymore." She looks up, her voice is near breaking. "I'm not some dumb blonde, Tyler and Klaus wouldn't do that to me."

Tyler scoffs, grabbing onto the couch material with clenched fists. "Really? So you're dumping me for a guy who only cares about himself. He's the reason why I'm in this situation and yet you run to him with open arms and open legs."

Caroline swallows hard, shaking her head, but nothing else falls from her lips.

"Mate, I think you should back off of Caroline for a moment and where have you been? I'm surprised you weren't at her door, trying to shove your blood down her throat. You called me down a day later when I had already taken care of the problem, pup."

Tyler curls his lip up in a growl. He was in the wrong for waiting when Caroline could have died that night, but he had been too scared to face her. He didn't want to be there when she finally passed on…or not.

"But you, you could have called me, at least told me you were alright. I had to hide just in case if Klaus hadn't have saved you."

Caroline taps her fingers along her thighs. "He did save my life, Tyler and he showed me my wrongs as well. I'm afraid. I was afraid and the more I hang around him, the more I start to understand what's going on."

Tyler scoffs. He really wants to leave, but staying there, to find the reason for all of it. He feels as if he needs to know.

"That's my next question. What's going on?"

It was silent for a moment until Klaus opened his mouth to speak; only Caroline shushed him once more.

She wasn't afraid.

"I claimed Klaus, Tyler. I slept with him and claimed him. He belongs to me."

Tyler bursts out in laughter. This is the funniest thing he's ever heard. "Go make him jump into a pool of vervain and let's talk about this. This is our problem."

Caroline shakes her head, sighing. "You're not getting it."

Suddenly, she was in front of his face, placing her hands on his cheek. Klaus had sat up in alarm, well more to let out his growls. Caroline ignored him as she held onto Tyler's face, her nose inches from his.

"He claimed me back. I belong to him. I am his."

~/~

Caroline struggles beneath Klaus as he pins her to the ground, his hold on her neck tightens. He's growling above her. He wants her to submit, but she won't. She just continues to snarl at him, shaking her head at him for the anger that she feels and for the rain that hits them hard like rocks. She can barely see anything through the rainfall, just the crimson red that washes off of Klaus as he chokes her.

"You like this don't you, Caroline? Being wanted?" He asks, as he uses his free hand to grab for one of the legs that he is set between. He hikes it up high on his back, grinding his lower appendage against her. He's naked as she. Their clothes had got lost in the fight, torn and ripped like animals. Nipples and erections were thrown everywhere only heightening the pleasure that they soon wanted to feel.

"You like to be used."He tries to ask her, but her hands rise up and grab for his throat, grabbing onto him with no remorse. She uses all the strength she has and rolls them over, fighting him to stay on top as she straddles him. The rain from above, wets her hair, cleans her skin, washing her in its sin.

The rain from above saves Klaus's thirst as it hits his tongue, as it washes his wild curly brown hair.

She moves to sit above him; one of her legs is stretched out as the other she sits upon to balance herself upon him. Her hand is around his throat as his is around hers.

She opens her mouth to speak, water spitting onto him as she does. "I know what you've always wanted. You don't want me. You want my curvy, fuckable body." She adjusts herself to be above his shaft, lowering herself onto him with a hiss from her lips. She throws her head back in pure pleasure as he stretches her. The hold she has around his neck loosens. His only tightens as her walls stretch to welcome him back, welcome him home. Her walls pulsate around him, as if excited to be filled for they were empty.

"Oh, love. You know nothing about me." He rolls them over quickly, the rain hitting his back with hard taps; annoying pokes as he pulls out and then rams himself back inside. He wants to rip a new hole into her. He situates himself fast, sitting back on his powerful thighs, grabbing for one of her legs as the other sits to wrap around his waist. He lifts it with one hand; her foot is high in the air as the back of her knee rests on his shoulder. He grabs her tightly around the ankle, waiting a moment before gliding his hand along her ankle to her calf to the inside of her thigh.

"Do it. Become the beast you once were." It's his anger that's making her say things, but a part of him wants to unleash the animal within. He has been nothing but gentle with her and yet she bites into him like some toy. She teases and mocks as if this is some kind of game. He's far beyond to be playing games with her.

This is real.

He grabs onto her thigh, digging his sharp nails into her flesh as she bleeds. Her blood washing off as the rain pours harder onto them. Caroline arches her back, the ground below her becomes wet, sticking to her, making her a muddy mess as she moves her lower body onto him. She wants him to move inside of her. It's been too long.

"No, Caroline. It's my turn." He tries to pull his animal side from deep within. He's only gone there once and even though the events after had been fun. He doesn't want to tear Caroline like he had them, but he needs that part of him to edge it on.

Nothing else is said as he tilts his head back, moving his hand from her neck to slide along her flesh, feeling the softness of her skin. He moves his hips, angling his thick shaft to hit her in the most devilish of ways. Caroline's eyes go wide. She's arching off the ground even higher, her hands come out by her head, using her arms she lifts herself up, bending further as if to get away from him. She's never felt this way before, ever.

But Klaus pushes her back down with his hand, his hold tightening around her thigh, his thrust increasing the harder Caroline fought to stay as she was. Her fingers digging into the muddy ground trying to hold steady.

The hand that's on her body, he slides it around towards her ass, the rain makes it easier for him to grip her luscious firm cheeks. The other hand moves around to the other, pushing himself off from her thighs to stand on his knees as he pulls her body to him, ramming her harder each time they meet.

"I'm gonna…." Caroline's eyes widen. Her eyes fade to a lightless blue before she closes her eyes. Her orgasm shocking her to her core, vibrating through her body like the aftershock right after an earth quake.

Her hold on the ground falls, but Klaus keeps his hold on her.

Just because she finished doesn't mean he's about ready to meet his end.

He's nowhere near done.

He flips her over on her back. He pulls out for a second to complete the task. He's inside of her before Caroline can open her eyes. His hands move from her ass towards the underside of her belly, helping her up on all fours. He keeps one hand to move to her breast, pinching her neglected nipples as the other moves to grab onto her hip. He tilts his head down, admiring the smooth curve of her back, her spine as he starts once again.

Caroline throws her head back. The wet ends of her wild curly hair slap against his chest and he growls. He pinches her nipple between his index and thumb causing her to shout. Her arms shake as he pounds into her body, his balls smacking against the begins of her bud shakes her once more. Her mouth parts, rain falls inside. She gags on it for a moment as she tries to moan.

And only when she spits out the water that she had collected does the position change once again.

His hands push her down into the dirt. The mud splashes onto her face. She blinks rapidly trying to pull herself together to overpower him, but it doesn't work. He's still on top. He's still the alpha dog. His thrusts never stop; it just gets brutal, crueler. It's like he trying to reach all her insides with just the tip of him.

Her hands turn into fist. She bangs it against the ground in time with his thrust.

Then, it hits her once more.

Her orgasm rocks through her like before, but it's harder. It shakes every part of her being. Even her toes tingle and clench.

Little black spots appear of her eyes and before she can bring herself to count them. She's lying on her side. Klaus is on his own.

Only a light hum, like a small tap at the back of her brain brought her to them.

It wasn't just about them separately, but them together.

She picked at it as he ate her, tugging, pulling at her skin as if to rip it off.

She was in shock at what she found.

He wanted to love her, to make room in there for her with his other plans. He wanted to be the best and she was more in hate with herself for not seeing the change. But she had been so angry at herself, so angry at everyone for turning their backs on her.

She needed like before and not even Stefan, her mentor, had her back.

But she wasn't angry anymore. She couldn't allow herself to be.

Now she can see how this claim was meant to happen. They were destined to mark each other.

She could feel it now.

"Klaus, come up here, please." She won't take no for an answer and is about ready to rip himself from her.

He nods, giving her a good jolt of a suck before he kisses his way back up her body. His eyes are close. His fangs are gone. She hooks her legs around his waist, securing him in place. Her numb arms move around to wrap around his neck, her fingers playing with the ends of his hair, twirling them around her finger. She tilts her head to the other side.

"Klaus, look at me." Her voice is soft.

He does, opening his eyes to look at the golden beauty before him.

"Come home."

His face draws a blank and just like that she can feel his emotions.

He's confused. He's still hurt. He's debating on what to do. He wants to tear her. He wants her to hate him. He wants her to love him, love him more than she ever did for that hybrid of his.

"Kiss me."

He dips his head, kissing her.

The emotions still going through her and she sends them right back at a steady pace. She doesn't want to put them all on him.

She can't love him like this, but she will.

~/~

Klaus is still confused by Caroline's actions. It's like she did a whole one eighty on him. One minute she wants him to bring out the beast from within, and then she's telling him to stop, the next she wants him to come home.

He's not sure what that means.

He's never had a home.

Everyone abandoned him.

He's the only one left.

But that doesn't stop him from sliding back into her. Her walls flutter around him, gripping him as if to never let him go. His lips welcome her eagerly. He hasn't kissed her like this in so long. He just forever wants to lose himself in the feeling.

If they could stay like this forever; him nestled inside of her. His lips upon hers.

He feels safe as safe as he can be.

He moves his hands underneath her head, tilting her head up as he deepens the kiss, sliding in his tongue, fueling it with passion, desire, want, and need.

Caroline tangles her tongue with his, wrapping her own around his, dueling with him as she moves her hips in tune with his.

It's surprising. It throws him off.

It's not like the other times they've came together. This isn't fast or dominating. It feels…

His eyes widen for a second. Her walls are rippling around him.

She pulls from the kiss first, breathing heavy as if she were human, locking her eyes with his.

He locks his eyes with hers, picking up the pace, just a bit.

A wide smile appears on her face, before she tilts her head back in complete pleasure with him doing the same.

~/~

Bonnie pulls herself from their mind. She's glad she wasn't seen or felt, but the things she saw, felt between them. She should have pulled out earlier, but she wanted to make sure that was them. Now she had memory and the feeling of Klaus's animalistic thrusts. His nails in her skin. The way how he moved inside of Caroline as if he was trying to split her in half. She had been shocked to say the least when Caroline had passed out from the roughness of his love making, but it had seemed that they connected. Even though she were passed out, Klaus didn't stop moving. He brought her friend to the edge of pleasure and back.

She shudders, grabbing for the small towel nearby and wiping off the sweat that had collected at her brow. She looks around her living room, trying to hope she hadn't been watched.

She had moaned when Caroline had. She felt a deep ache of passion rake through and then she screamed.

She had felt everything that Caroline had wanted and was envious, but that wasn't the point.

She had tracked them down to see if they were still alright.

Only two days ago, had she been told that they kicked Caroline out of town.

It's been a whole fucking week.

She hates them and is not surprised that Elena hadn't of told her. Ever since her outburst to her. They haven't spoken.

Well she's been missing out of the action. Even her mother doesn't know what she's been up too. They are witches, they shouldn't concern themselves with vampire business, but she's curious on claims.

She sighs, shaking her head, looking around at all the books that littered the ground in front of them. Most were burned. She had lost control trying to read them. They had been written in a language she couldn't understand. The others were useless, but helped.

She found ways to slip in and out of their brains, which hadn't worked till today.

She swallows hard, continuing to wipe at her brow, placing it back down beside her as she pulls herself together to slip back into their minds once more.

She's not sure why she's doing this, but she feels as if she owned it to Caroline.

She inhales deeply and opens up her mouth, concentrating back on them. She hopes this time she can call to them. She needs them back in town. She won't face the problem alone.

The only reason why everything is as it is is because of Elena.

And Bonnie's set on making her pay.

~/~

Caroline's eyes open wide as she feels her orgasm at the edge. She shows off her mark to submit to Klaus. Klaus does the same. He's at the edge as well.

He wastes no time in biting into her, her blood stains his tongue and he purrs in content.

Caroline lifts her head up, urging him on and then with a further tilt of her head. She's inside of him too. Her fangs are breaking the barrier of his flesh and she's drinking his blood. She hums around him as his blood flows down her throat, warming her belly and as it does. She feels something over her as if she needs too.

"Mine." She says into his skin, drenching him with her juices.

Klaus rips from her skin, blood coating his chin. "Yours."

He roars out loudly like a hungry lion before he rips back into the spot, tearing into her flesh, his hot seed spilling into her.

Caroline chokes as she spits up blood.

"Mine." He says harshly into her skin.

Caroline gags on her own blood. It's like he's about to drain her.

"Yours."

A veil of something washes over them both. It feels like acceptance. They feel like one.

Klaus pulls back from her, his cock soaked in her juices as he balances himself on his knees, doubling over as he roars out again. But it's more in pain.

Caroline rolls over, her thighs slapping together, the sound echoing through the forest. Her hands come to her ears as she hears a ringing, a loud ringing.

Klaus slightly straightens. His hand comes out and he falls on Caroline as if to shield her.

They both shake as if being electrified.

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Bonnie screams out a sharp no and she is thrown from her mediation. She looks at the state of her surroundings with hazy eyes and it feels like hours, when it's only minutes when she comes back. Her hand comes to her nose, there's something wet touching her upper lip and when she wipes at it and moves her hand to look. She notices that it is her blood. She moves her hand into a fist.

She can't believe they did it.

She wants to go back in to make sure what she heard was true.

But as she focuses to dip herself back inside, it's like a wall meets her there. Her head begins to pound and after a couple more tries she's about ready to collapse from the pain.

Only a knock at her door is what pulls her from it. She pulls herself to a shaky stand, moving her hands out like spider legs to grab onto things to keep her steady. When she reaches the door, she doesn't bother to check who it is. She just unlocks it and turns the knob.

Her mouth slightly drops as she sees her visitor. She's in complete shock.

"I know you're the witch in town. We have a proposition for you."

Bonnie looks around the tall blonde vampire in front of her and notices Elijah. He's leaned against the frame of her house. He's in a gray suit.

"What do you want? Aren't you a vampire and a sister to Klaus? Who let you out?"

The girl smirks before her, shrugging with a sinister glint in her eyes. "Tyler. He's such a man, poor Caroline wouldn't know what to do with him, but that's not what we're here for. We want to find Klaus and you're the person to go too for that kind of stuff."

Bonnie shakes her head. She's about ready to close the door. She hasn't invited them in yet when Elijah's voice stills her.

"Ms. Bennett. I hate this circumstance, but you see we have family matters to tend to with my brother. We can plan a trade. The whereabouts of my brother with no harm coming to your friend for anything you would want."

She says the words quickly like a snake striking.

"Elena. Give me Elena."

TBC