For the last TO episode, this long drabble, inspired by my True Blood binge-watching. It's not fluffy, and certainly not a healthy relationship.

I wanted to try, and I hope you'll like it :)

warning: unhealthy possessiveness, mentions of rape.

Caroline cursed when her heels sank into the mud. She raised her head and saw the blazing red neon of the famous bar in front of her. She knew the place but it was the first time she ever came here.

She didn't there was some kind of a dress code here. The few people entering the bar were dressed darkly, leather constricting their bodies, BDSM inspiration whereas she was like a light stain among the darkness.

She held her head high, dusting off her blue printed dress and rapidly checked her perfect blonde curls.

She entered the place with every look turning to her. Some watching her up and down judgmentally and other showing her their fangs with lifted eyebrows. They were vampires, and humans willing to give a neck to feed them. She heard vampires asking her if he was offering, or humans mocking her. She didn't really enjoyed this kind of place, but she was here for the job, she couldn't leave.

The walls were red as blood and the ceiling was as black as the floor. She rolled her eyes at the cliché this place seemed to promote.

Yes it was a vampire bar, but did they have to be all moody and dark?

She noticed the different pole dancers, women half naked, showing their different bitten marks and dancing for the patrons, all eager to have a cold body to share for the night.

She saw the bar where vampires bit into a girl's neck moaning, men flirting with women, women flirting with men, and men definitely flirting with men.

This place smelled blood, lust and booze.

And Caroline was not used to it. Vampires' existence were now known for a long time, but she had yet to see one step in her little town of Mystic Falls. Vampires preferred big cities. More food, and easier to hide the corpse.

She shivered at that. She was not supposed to think about corpse, she was in danger here, she was indeed, only human.

She watched the different person, flirting, eating, drinking and finally noticed the man deeply watching her. He was on a small stage, sat on a throne and he stared at her with a smirk.

She returned his gaze as she sat on a bar tool, and couldn't seem to snap out of it. She turned her head around when he finally stop holding his stare at her with a laugh.

Her mother learnt her when it came to vampires, you should never show your fear. They were like dogs, they could feel the fear. So even if she was not really comfortable holding her gaze to she assumed was a really old vampire, she did it to prove him – and herself – she was strong and fearless.

She put her bag on her knees afraid someone might take a peek into it. And they couldn't.

"Can I get you anything, sunshine?" The bartender asked with the most pragmatic voice Caroline ever heard. She was wearing a t-shirt with the bar's name on it, and she was definitely a human when she clearly noticed the two red dots on her neck.

"A coke, please. Thanks." Caroline answered with a smile. It was in her habit to be polite and charming even in a dreadful place like this one.

The girl lifted her eyebrow to her joviality that she took for naivety.

She sipped silently her can with a red straw whilst looking around her, trying to find her 'date', or more like a business meeting.

A guy came next to her. He was tall, dark haired and had a smug grin on his face. "Hey there, blondie. Waiting for someone?"

He was sexy indeed, but she didn't like his kind. Vampire. And arrogant.

"Actually yes." She dryly replied putting her can on the bar counter.

"And do you want company whilst you wait, gorgeous?" he caressed her naked arm, giving her unwilling goosebumps.

"No, thanks."

"Come on, tasty little thing."

She was ready to take her pepper spray, wondering if I was efficient with a vampire when another voice was heard. A sexy accent. "She said no, mate."

She watched as the dark haired man left in defeat. And the other took his place on the bar tool. The smirking guy on his throne. She rolled her eyes and avoided him dryly.

"Everything she orders is on me." He said to the bartender who nodded. "I am Klaus. And you are sweetheart?"

"I am not interested."

Klaus laughed, one elbow on the table as he gave a nod to his bartender to bring him a drink. "Interesting name."

She rolled her eyes once again and turned his back on him. She was aware of the gazes in her direction and the guy behind her, but she didn't care, she was here for a simple thing and she will left only when it'll be over and done.

"Do you know who I am, sweetheart?"

Caroline puffed turning in his direction. He wanted to play the jerk, fine, she'll give him his own medicine, vampire or not.

"Klaus, obviously."

He looked at her deadly serious. "I am the king of this zone, love." He took a sip of his scotch. "You don't want to mess with me."

Caroline was internally afraid, but her hatred for arrogant jerk was stronger and she couldn't restrain her next witty remark. "Oh, I am shakin' in my boots." She sarcastically said with her deep accent from the south, but still regretting it as soon as she saw his devilish smirk.

"You are not wearing boots, love."

"First rule to a date: noticing the girl's clothes. Well done."

"So it's a date now?" Klaus said with a smirk. This girl was infuriating but beautiful, and he was weirdly attracted to her, like a bug was attracted to light.

Caroline frowned. What a smartass. A delightful smartass. But still. "Listen, it's not because you have a shitty throne on a dreadful bar that you are a king. And it's not because you have a sexy accent and dimples that I am going to fall in your arms." She sipped her coke. "Go find yourself a real fang banger."

He dangerously approached her to whisper in her ear. "Really, that's not what I understood in your small ad."

She recoiled and looked at him with a frown.

"I am Nik, and you must be Caroline."

He was her meeting. He was the man behind the mail. Nik. A vampire in need of blood.

"Come, we'll go to my office."

She considered leaving as she flushed her bag against her chest in a defensing manner. She looked around at all the gazes directed to her, and she thought it might be safer following him than stay here or leave in the middle of the night, an easy target for hungry vampires in the warm evening.

She stood on her shaky legs but kept her head high. She followed him.

He closed his office door as soon as she entered and invited her to seat but decided she'd rather stay standing in case she have to run far away and quickly.

"So, Caroline, can I have it, please?"

"Money first."

Klaus smirked and opened a drawer. "Of course." He grabbed a thick envelope filled with dollar bills she guessed. He handed it to her but when she tried to grasp it he retracted. "I would like a taste of the merchandise first."

He vamp speed to be behind her and Caroline gasped when she felt his chest against her back, she always tended to be caught off guard when vampires used their powers.

He took her hand and slowly brought her to his mouth. Caroline's body heated up suddenly at the close proximity and her mouth slightly opened when he held his gaze in hers as he kissed her knuckles.

She gasped once again when she felt a thick needle pierce the skin of her index finger. His fangs were dropped and he tasted the blood sucking on her finger.

Caroline bit her lower lip to keep her moan to herself, she felt like some strings pulled them together, an undeniable attraction to feel his skin against her own.

It was Klaus's turn to moan and close his eyes as he tasted the dense drop of blood in his mouth. He hummed in delight. "It's true. Real sunshine in a blonde bottle."

Caroline understood she was talking about her, and she withdrew quickly her finger. She grabbed the envelope he still had in his hands and checked inside.

"1,000$ cash, just like you asked sweetheart."

She nodded at him as he sat back on his black leather chair. She rummaged inside her purse to find the blood bag. She dropped it on his desk and hastily turned around to leave.

Before she could even grab the handle, he had the door open for her. "Until next time, love."

Caroline looked at him one last time struggling to find any reason why she didn't want to see him again. She was drown to him and it infuriating her. He was a vampire after all. A dangerous vampire with humans as dishes. She couldn't feel this attraction.

As soon as she felt the fresh air of the night hit her heated skin, Caroline finally let a breath she didn't know she was holding. She closed her eyes trying to forget her encounter with the almighty Klaus Mikaelson. He was the one responding to her silly ad that she was in trouble, she immediately knew it.

And who had the idea to propose a blood bag on an ad? Caroline apparently.

She just knew her blood was special, she discovered her dissimilarity when she was once attacked whilst she came back home. A vampire bit her neck and started to scream what a delight she was and that he couldn't stop tasting her. It was also the night she met Alaric, a vampire hunter who saved her that night. Even if a vampire exploding on you is something Caroline wished she never had to live, she will forever be grateful for him.

She knew her blood was special, she had no idea why, but she knew it, and thought it might be smart to take advantage of it. And only now she could see it was a terrible idea.

And what was more terrible was the dark silhouette against the brick wall waiting for her.

"Blondie. Glad to see you again."

She recognized the vampire jerk who shamelessly hit on her at the bar. She huffed and started walking away, but he rapidly grabbed her waist and flushed her back against his chest. Her bag fell on the ground keeping her away from her probably useless pepper spray.

"Come on, don't be like that. I know you want it."

She tried to push him away, fear taking over her as she started shaking slightly. He pushed her back against the wall, turning around so they were chest to chest.

She tried to restrain the tears forming in her eyes but they took over as he caressed her thigh and pulled up her dress to touch her panties. She let a sob escape to his awful ministrations, her body suddenly terribly cold. He was definitely stronger than her, being supernatural and all, and even if she wiggled to get out of his hold she didn't manage to even push him away the slightest.

"Don't make me glamour you, slut." He threatened her, unbuckling his belt and squeezing her throat.

Caroline let her complete fear take over her and closed her eyes, letting escape her tears. But with a scream she slapped his face, scratching it with her nails, leaving temporary red stripes on it. When he freed her neck she kicked him in the balls with her knee. She was amazed at how she was able to put that fight against a vampire but was happy to see him on the ground holding his groin. She quickly grabbed a broom on the floor and broke it in half with her knee, creating a perfect stake if he ever tried his move again.

He looked at her with gritted fangs and dark eyes, ready to kill her, but something behind her made him retract his vampire feature and hastily leave with a look of fear on his face.

The blonde turned around to face another enemy when she was face to face with Klaus himself. She wanted to throw a witty remark at how she had it under control, but the adrenaline she felt a second ago started to fade and she remembered she was about to get raped. She felt suddenly really self-aware, she rubbed her eyes to get rid of her remaining tears. "Thanks."

Klaus nodded. "I know what you are, Caroline. I can smell it, and so as everyone here. Be careful."

Caroline nodded back and grabbed her bag and put her homemade stake in it. She felt horribly numb after what happened to her and she just wanted to go home.

"I am going to take you home, sweetheart."

"Why should I trust you?" Caroline slowly asked.

"You probably shouldn't." He took a step toward her and lightly touched her neck. He frowned, and she could see in his eyes he was madly furious. "He hurt you."

Caroline touched her neck, not feeling anything but it was probably due to the adrenaline.

Klaus saw her bruised neck, he was mad. He was going to find this stupid vampire and remove his heart in front of everyone. It was the first time he felt like he wanted to protect a simple human, but he knew she was far from it. You could see as how she was able to put up a fight.

He dropped his fangs with a pop and bit his wrist letting his blood flow. "Drink." He ordered bringing his bloody wrist toward her mouth.

Caroline frowned and shook her head. She was never going to take his blood, it was out of the question.

"Come on, sweetheart, it'll heal you."

"You know a guy just tried to force on me, seconds ago. I am not ready to have another creep trying to feed force me." She dryly said to him.

"Just one drop is enough, love. I will never hurt you." He stated, coating his finger with his blood.

"And why is that? I am just a blood bag to you."

Klaus looked at her seriously as his wrist stopped bleeding in a healing process. No, he'll never hurt her. And he didn't know why. He wanted to protect her. To own her.

Caroline looked at his serious look and huffed. She grabbed his hand and sucked his finger, taking a little bit of his blood. Whilst she did so, she tried to avoid his gaze but failed miserably as she saw him staring at her with dark pupils and mouth agar. She sucked eagerly.

She stopped suddenly. She had a horrible night and she was really not ready for any of this was.

He took her in his arms and the next thing she knew they were in front of her house.

She pushed him away, feeling her stomach turn because of the vamp speed trip. And she also pushed him to take some distance.

"Go home, Caroline. And never let a vampire enter, do you understand?"

Caroline nodded, he tuck a blond curl behind her ear with a small smile. And with a gush of wind he was gone.

Caroline couldn't believe she came back here. It been a long time, but her night was still vivid in her memory. But she just couldn't help it, she wanted to be here or with him. She didn't know what happened but she always felt like something pushing her towards him.

And the dreams.

The dreams were the worst. Really explicit dreams. Incredibly blur and heated as they were in the forest, two entangled naked bodies panting and moaning.

Thinking about it was enough to make her body react.

She needed to know what the meaning of this was.

And now she knew better. She will blend in. she was dressed in a lace black dress with black heels.

Yet, apparently she failed as every head turned to her. She lowered hers to avoid their gazes and started walking towards the bar.

"Niklaus will join you at the VIP booth." A tall and skinny girl blocked her way, wearing the bar's t-shirt and holding a silver platter.

Caroline nodded following her. She looked around her, relieved to see the man who assaulted her was not here tonight. She slid on the red booth and smiled as the waitress put a glass of coke in front of her.

She was calmer now that she was hid from the patrons' view, behind red curtains, and she certainly felt calmer when she quickly checked her purse to see if the stake was still there. Better safe than sorry.

She got her hand out feeling a sticky sensation. Her hand was crimson red, a blood bag in her purse pierced and flowing freely in her Balenciaga bag.

She cursed and went to the bathroom quickly to clean it before any irreversible damages were done to her favorite bag.

She saved her bag and the other blood bag she had. Caroline cleaned her hand one last time with her hand sanitizer as she walked in the dark corridor.

Only a strip of faint light got her intention and she saw a door agar. Curiosity killed the cat and she took a peek.

Moaning, panting and groans was all she heard. But what she saw broke her heart. She felt like she wanted the floor to open to make them disappear yet she couldn't stop gazing at him.

Klaus groaning as a redhead rode him senselessly.

He had his clothes on unlike the woman whose head fell back as she moaned of pleasure.

She was standing here for few seconds when she saw his deep blue eyes staring back.

She gasped. She wanted to stop looking at him but couldn't, she couldn't snap out of how a fucked another woman in front of her and how she imagined to be at her place.

Something was wrong with her, she felt like an intruder freezing at the view. And enjoying it.

Klaus smirked and his fangs dropped. He suddenly grasped harshly the girl's neck and brought it to his mouth, sucking her blood.

The redhead moaned even louder even if her lover was draining her. And he kept staring at Caroline, just like he could read her thoughts and knew how much she wanted it. How much she wanted to feel his cock filling her, how much she wanted to hear his skin slapping her, how much she wanted the sensation of being drained of your blood in a lusty bliss. She wanted all of that. She dreamt about that.

And yet she was still an observant to her fantasy.

A fantasy she didn't understand and controlled.

A loud noise behind her finally snapped her out of it. She blinked her eyes in confusion before quickly storming out of here.

She needed a drink.

Why did she ordered a drink at his bar out of all the places she could go?

She ordered a Van Helsing – apparently they changed all the cocktail names to fit the vampire mythology – without blood, the bar having this option.

But of course, another vampire came to her and flirted, asking her if she was a fang banger, a human willing to be bitten in exchange of sex, most of the time. She dryly answered no, but he kept hitting on her, touching her arm, buying her a drink and she every time told him to find someone else. He seemed to want her and only her as he started wriggling his eyebrows in a pathetic attempt to get in her pants.

Abruptly, behind her, a low throaty and menacing voice made her shiver, but not as much as the words. "She is mine."

The vampire turned around to see his opponent but left immediately once he saw him. Klaus once again.

The bar was awfully silent, the dancers stopped dancing, the vampires stopped sucking and they all looked at her. At the blonde who caught Klaus's attention.

What Caroline ignored it was that claiming a human was a big deal for a vampire. The other simply couldn't look at her, touch her, she belonged to someone else and they respected that. The older the vampire was, stronger was the claiming.

And Klaus was one of the oldest.

Feeling conscious of all the looking directed towards her, she quickly grabbed her bag and stormed out of the bar to get some fresh air.

She asked herself why his words had such an impact on her, why she couldn't help but stare at him whilst he fucked this girl. Something was definitely wrong with her.

She took a step but a powerful gush of wind made her take a step back.

"Don't leave, sweetheart."

Of course he would follow, he just fucking told to everyone she belonged to him. The sentence made her cringe. She belonged to no one. But she'll be lying to herself if she denied the protection taking over her, like a cold blanket as he said the three words. And it felt good.

And now he was in front of him and all she wanted was to grab him by the collar and kiss him, rip his clothes and fuck him till the sun came up.

His darkened eyes told her maybe he felt the same way.

"What was that?" she asked about the stupid claiming, the dreams and the undeniable attraction they had. Like two magnets which wanted to get closer.

"You are mine, Caroline."

She pushed him without being strong enough to make him even take a step back. "I don't!"

"Yes, Caroline. You can't deny it. You accepted as soon as you took my blood."

Caroline's eyes widened in disgust. He tricked her. He made her crazy for him with his blood. She felt a boiling rage enveloping her body and she pushed him again, this time stronger. "You asshole! I don't belong to you! You made me drink your fucking blood and now you fucking claim me? Fuck you!"

Klaus gritted her teeth. He never let anyone talk to him like that, but he couldn't hurt her, especially now that she was his.

He didn't trick her. He knew the affect blood could have with a human, erotic dreams, attraction, lust, but what was intriguing is that this time, he felt it too. He had the same dreams and the same want to touch her pale skin. He fucked Genevieve to get her out of his mind, but failed miserably. Particularly with her blood bag he took a sip from time to time. And this was at this moment he felt her. He felt her emotions, memories. It became a drug to him. And truth is, it scared the shit out of him.

He was not a sentimental person, he didn't care and didn't feel, and love is a vampire's greatness weakness.

But her. She was deliciously infuriating. She thought about her all the time. And not just casual thought about fucking her, no. he saw her eyes, and smile.

That's why now that she was in front of him, he claimed her, feeling his blood boil when he saw the stupid man touching her arm. No one could touch her now. She was his.

He grabbed her neck and through gritted teeth. "Yes you are mine."

He kissed her forcefully, he felt her trying to get out of his grip and punch his chest. She kept her mouth close to forbid him entrance even if his tongue was begging for it.

He withdrew, letting her pant as she calmed down slowly.

She didn't know why she did that, but she felt an insatiable need to touch him, his skin and his sweet lips. So it was her turn to grab his neck and kiss him, this time letting his tongue dance with her own. She moaned at how he explored every part of her mouth.

He pushed her whilst kissing her until her back met the brick wall. Her hands burying in his curls and begging for more, she encircled his waist with her legs. He gripped her thigh to help her, digging his nails marking her. She felt his covered bulge come in contact with her hot core and she moaned. She stopped abruptly the kiss, remind him that she indeed needed to breath.

They looked at each other questioningly. Klaus asking her if she really wanted it and Caroline wondering why she felt that way in his arms.

When he saw her large pupils and heated cheeks, he whooshed them to his office, and pushed the papers on his desk before sitting her on it. He claimed her mouth once again, but before his came in contact with hers, she whispered. "Not here. You fucked a girl here."

He groaned at her words. He remembered her watching him as he felt all the emotions she went through, treachery, jealousy, and finally pure lust. It made it easier for him to fuck the girl back then.

"What if I fuck you on my shitty throne?"

Caroline blushed at his throaty words, vibrating directly to her core.

He flashed away in front of her, her dress moving with the gush of wind.

She heard some noise whilst she waited in his office, enable to move because of her shaky leg and drumming heart.

People were leaving forced by Klaus Mikaelson's loud order. Every vampire, every human left the bar hastily, not wanting to infuriate the old vampire.

Next thing she knew, Klaus grabbed her waist and flashed them on his throne. She was straddling him, but still took a second to calm her stomach after the quick trips at vamp speed.

But she got focused on his lips and tongue against her own when he kissed her deeply. He constricted with his human strength her waist to flush her chest against his. He squeezed her ass and she responding with a moan as her hands cupped his face.

She didn't know why she wanted it so bad, but she did. She couldn't detach herself from him, they melted together.

Klaus pushed one dress strap down her shoulder. He stopped the kiss harshly her neck, a lusty fervor she couldn't get enough of.

Klaus felt his cock jolt with her grinding, and he could hear her heart beating loudly, feeling her blood flowing in her veins.

He kissed her jugular vein hidden by her pale skin.

Caroline started unbuttoning his shirt but enable to wait to touch his skin anymore, she ripped his shirt open, buttons flying across the empty bar.

He pushed at her slightly to watch her with dark eyes, admiring her reddened face.

Caroline looked back at him before grabbing his necklaces and forcing once again his mouth on her. She couldn't get enough of his sinful lips, soft but cold against her own, and he was happy to comply.

He ripped her dress in two finally feel more of her glowing skin, reflecting the blood full of like flowing in her veins. Caroline frowned at one of her favorite dress ruined, but couldn't care as much as his tongue against her own.

After they were fully naked, he fulfilled his promise, he fucked her, senselessly, on his throne, a metal song on the background, matching their groans and moans.

She remembered being numb in his arms as he thrust into her harshly, her breasts rubbing his chest, her clit hitting his pelvic bone. She wasn't aware of anything but his thrust.

She didn't know when he started biting her, but she expected it to hurt when it was more arousing than anything. She came, hard. Her vision blurring, whitening as he continued his animalistic thrust, a trail of crimson liquid rolling on her back, coming from her bloody neck.

She came twice in his arms, his climax coming later due to his supernatural stamina.

"You need my blood, sweetheart. Or you'll be weaker."

"I don't want it." Caroline said, indeed in a weaker voice she expected, but not ready to be bound to him again by blood.

"You are mine now, Caroline, whether you want it or not."

Caroline frowned and crossed her arms. She was now dressed with a leather corset he gave her, she was pretty sure it belonged to a strip dancer, but didn't complain as she was able to go home actually dress.

"I don't have my word in this? What if I don't want to be yours?"

Klaus smirked and approached her slowly. "I know you do." He looked at her now seriously, his mouth disappearing. "I feel how you feel, love."

Caroline looked at him seriously, behind her fear, there was something deeper, something she didn't want to discover. This frustrating feeling of submission. She was afraid to love it too much.

"You are afraid. But not of me. But of wanting this."

Caroline lowered her head, avoiding his gaze. She didn't want to be one of those housewives, committed to their husband. Not independent. She believed in the women freedom, but yet she couldn't help but loving being under this man's wings. It was against her own belief.

"I claimed you physically, now sweetheart. You can't avoid it." He loomed, his nose touching hers. "You'll be dreaming of me ravishing you. If another man tries, you will see my face. You'll crave my touch, my blood, my body. You are mine, Caroline." He grabbed her neck, lowering his head for his mouth to be close to her ear. "And I'll kill every men trying to touch you, or even thinking of you."

Caroline widened as she didn't control the moan falling of her lips. How did she fall into this? Why did she succumb to his fucking charms?

He was a vampire, and she should have known better than to fall for him.

"Why me?" she asked, not believing the old vampire could chose her of all people.

"I fancy you." Klaus said too quickly. Truth is, he never claimed a human, or any being for that matter. But he couldn't stand the sight of her with anyone but him. She was his, and he'll say it out loud as much as he could. "Is it so hard to believe?"

"Yes." Caroline firmly said, her gaze stuck on his.

"Don't fight it, it's useless."

Caroline bit her mouth. Was she really able to?

"Take me home, now."

With a gush of wind, they were in her porch, she held her stomach turning because of the vampire trip, but quickly recovered to take her keys and enter her safe house.

"You could let me in." Klaus said with a devilish grin.

Her reason told her firmly no, but another part of her screamed yes.

But she let this other part decide before. It was time for reason. "I'd rather not."

Klaus smirked, a small, but genuine smile she never saw before on him. He almost looked inoffensive. Almost.

"Good night, Caroline."

"Good night, Klaus."

With a shush he was gone, leaving her alone, her body shaking from her most deep and darkest feelings wrecking her.

And she maybe will let them completely destroy her.