Words Are Weapons 10

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They stopped outside the gates of the cemetery and began to walk at a normal pace. It was a beautiful night and things had gone as well as they could have expected, even with a couple of curveballs thrown at them.

They then split Kol's ashes into the five small containers from the medical supply store which had also been bumping around in Caroline's bag. They left the ceramic jar behind and since they had time, they were careful with the ashes and didn't get much of any on them.

"Whoops, what if that tiny amount of ash that just blew off was like his nose or something?"

Klaus sighed. He didn't believe it worked that way. They placed the newly filled containers into another plastic shopping bag to make them easier for Caroline to carry.

"Enzo and Rebekah?" she asked, looking up at him as they walked to Davina's "lair."

"I do not want to think about it," he said with a shiver.

"Compared to Matt, Damon, and Stefan, I think he's the best choice. Matt Damon, get it? He would actually be a great choice, but he's married." Klaus didn't say anything and she continued to muse aloud. "What about Marcel?"

"What about him?" he said, to contribute as they rounded a corner and came to the tomb. Davina hadn't yet arrived.

They sat down on the cool steps. It was actually quiet and beautiful in a morbid way, but when you were a vampire morbid things were less morbid, like carrying around blood and ashes. Caroline set the bag down and Klaus did the same with her purse.

"Do they still have a thing?"

"Not that I know of. Rebekah left for months to raise Hope. Esther put her in that human body recently. Part of her wanted to stay in it and have children. I didn't expect her to return so soon, or possibly at all, although I'll admit I prefer her this way."

"Because you don't want to live in a world without her. Klaus, that is so sweet. It's a lot co-dependent and messed up, but sweet."

Her gave her a look. He didn't exactly say that, although maybe he had thought it a time or two.

"What else is on our list?" he asked and she got out her phone from her pocket.

"Mikael's ashes. Check. Viking soil. Check. Kol's ashes. Check. Freya's blood. Check. Give everything to Davina. About to check."

She looked at the rest of the things in her phone, not related to that night's mission. "Go to laundromat. Hmm, I need clean clothes. Tomorrow we get the keys to my apartment. Champagne is required. Waxing? I can check that one off. Use burner phone. Klaus, I need to use my burner phone more. Hopefully, Bonnie will come tomorrow too. She can help Davina."

Klaus looked at her. He expected her to say that Bonnie would get the bracelet off, but her first thought was about getting the weapon to kill Dahlia. He hoped it was a good sign.

"So Elijah has sex?"

Klaus chuckled. She was still hung up on the subject.

"And with Hayley?"

Klaus made a face. Yup, that was true.

"Pre-wedding, right?"

"Yes," Klaus said. As far as he knew, Hayley and Elijah had broken things off when Hayley married Jackson.

"Well that's good I guess." She was quiet for a minute. "Just think Klaus, if Elijah were like you, Hope could have a half-sister/half-cousin combination."

"Caroline!" he yelped, shocked.

"Or a half-brother/half-cousin. Either one." She wasn't partial. "I'm just saying what you were thinking," she said with a smirk, wrapping her arms around one of his, getting comfortable.

"I hadn't ever thought of that actually," he said and she giggled.

"Other than Marcel and Hope, do you have any other kids?"

He looked at her clinging to his arm. Her hair rustled in the light breeze, some of the dark strands sticking to his shirt. "No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," he said with a resigned sigh.

"I think I should investigate. Tell me everyone you've ever slept with. I'll arrange meetings."

She wasn't sure why she wanted to know, but something about not knowing bothered her. How did Klaus have all these kids she didn't know about? How did Klaus Mikaelson have any children? How many relationships did he have anyway? Why did it matter?

"Klaus," she said as she looked up at him, "are you blushing?"

He did feel like his cheeks were hot, but it wasn't a familiar sensation. He found he couldn't say anything.

"Now that I think about it, not everyone," she said as she looked up at the stars. "That would be depressing and gross. Why don't you tell me everyone you've slept with since you met me?" That's what she really cared about anyway. Who had caught Klaus' eye after he promised to be her last love? Not that she was sure she wanted him to be that or anything, right? Right?

He opened and closed his mouth. She really did get off on chaos and awkwardness in her humanity-less state.

"I don't think…"

"Tell me, Klaus."

"Are you jealous?" he asked, enjoying the idea. Other than getting under his skin, why would she want to know? The former probably appealed to her, but what if it was the latter? He knew she really wasn't trying to find out if he had some other children somewhere.

"Please," she said, scoffing. Like she would ever admit it? No way, Jose.

"This is another terrible idea. The last one got us into this," he said, holding up his wrist.

The more he denied her, the most she wanted to know. "Jeez, Klaus. How many women were there that you don't want to say?"

He hedged and stared at her fingers on his arm. "You know about Hayley."

She waited.

"Is that Davina?" he asked, pointing in the distance.

"No. That is a leaf."

"There's only been one other person." He put his head down. "Her name was Genevieve."

"Was?" How could Caroline interrogate and judge her if she wasn't around?

"Hayley killed her."

She pulled her arms away from him and scooted away as far as she could while still on the same step. "She killed the woman you slept with? Was she jealous? Do you have feelings for Hayley?" Klaus was so messed up, she thought, but while he talked about her and a future, he had a baby with Hayley. Hayley who had also been involved with his brother and was already married to a new guy.

"No," he scoffed "It was a one-time thing with Hayley. Genevieve was a witch who became involved with a different plot to kill Hope and Hayley took her revenge. That's all. Caroline," he reminded her as he didn't like the distance she created, "Freya brought you here because of what she saw in my head and she saw you, not anyone else."

That was nice to hear, but she was still a little put out. For some reason, she was looking for Klaus to repeatedly declare his feelings for her. She'd admit it wasn't rational and she should have been more rational than ever, but it had become so important to her when everything else was up in the air. He was the one stable thing she always checked in on. He was her anchor, both physically with the bracelet and with the emotions she was feeling. "I think it's nasty."

"It was."

"Well, people who keep coming after Hope are bad, poor kid, but I meant your choice in women. It's pitiful and I'm sad for you."

He bit his cheek to keep from smiling. He felt the same way about her choice in men. "Except for you, right?"

"Duh."

Duh, indeed. "What about your taste in men, sweetheart?"

That wasn't always so good. Was it weird that Klaus met every guy she'd slept with? "Is that Davina?"

"No. That is a leaf," he said with a smile and she grinned at him. They were then quiet, but he scooted closer to her, making sure his fingers just touched hers on the step.

"Do you remember me telling you about that movie, Double Jeopardy?"

He nodded, remembering her bringing it up when he mentioned Mikael and Ansel.

"There's a scene that takes place in a cemetery like this, with the tombs above ground. It's beautiful and I haven't seen anything like it."

"It's this way because of the water level of New Orleans," he explained. He thought it was quite nice too, although he was probably responsible for more than a few of the dead there. "I'll have to see this movie."

A few minutes later they heard footsteps and soon the pretty young witch joined them. Her pink dress was cute and Caroline wanted to remember to ask her where she bought it.

"Hi, Davina," Caroline said as she stood up, brushing off her butt and picking up Kol's ashes. She hadn't really thought about how weird it was that she was carrying the ashes of someone she really didn't know and who would be back again in the land of the living, for the nth time! No one could keep Kol Mikaelson down.

"Hi, Caroline," she said, bemused at the bubbly no-longer-blonde. Klaus nodded and she led them into her little lab.

Flicking on a light, the trio made their way along the short corridor into the larger stone room. Davina put her purse down on the workbench.

"Do you have everything?"

Klaus put Caroline's bag down on the table and began to pull items out, pushing her few personal items out of the way.

"Viking soil." Out came the basil plant. Klaus took the plant out, shaking the roots and tossing it aside, leaving the soil in the pot.

"Viking ashes." Out came the plastic bag. Klaus showed her the inner bag with the ashes inside of it.

"Freya's blood." The capped syringes were laid out.

"Five?" Davina asked. That was odd. Why not one vial? In fact, all of the quantities were on the large side.

Klaus put one finger in the air. "You're not going to make one weapon, Davina Claire. You're going to make 5."

"Klaus," she started, concerned what she'd gotten herself into once again with the Mikaelson family. "I don't know…"

"Davina, no excuses. You haven't begun. Five weapons should be enough to take down my aunt. She easily punted away the first one, but now we have a chance."

Davina sighed.

Klaus pulled out the five instruments from the bottom of the bag. They were diverse, but all fell under the heading of "Klaus and Caroline thought they would be useful as weapons." There were two daggers, a dart, a pen, and a letter opener. Each could be thrown or used in close combat. They weren't all obviously weapons either, but once imbued with the magic, they would be deadly to Dahlia.

"Five," Klaus repeated when they were all laid out.

"For every one," Klaus said and Caroline opened the plastic bag she carried, "you'll get another piece of Kol."

Caroline showed Davina the five containers and her eyes lit up. "Another Mikaelson fan, huh?"

Davina blushed and Caroline thought she was too cute, although seriously, she should run and find a nice human boy.

"I'm going to try," Davina vowed, "but this Viking-era magic is complex."

"Do your best," Caroline said, for some reason wanting to soothe the girl even though it went against her current nature. She appeared to the the only one who was seriously trying to free her by working on the bracelets, so she liked Davina until proven otherwise. Davina's clear dislike of Klaus made her like her even more. "I think I can bring in reinforcements. Freya and Dahlia are way too powerful."

Davina nodded. They were. She was a powerful witch and they were using spells that put anything she'd learned so far to shame. That wasn't going to stop her though. She wanted to bring Kol back. It was a vow she made and since she planned on dabbling in necromancy, she would have to start dealing with the big spells. As is, she could bring Klaus to his knees. There was a balance in nature that had to be protected and what Dahlia and Freya were doing went too far.

"I'll get right on it."

Klaus nodded and Caroline gave her a small smile as they turned to leave, holding hands, keeping the bag with Kol's ashes.

"Caroline, if I make these weapons, I can't work on your bracelet. Not unless I accidentally come across the spell, that is."

Caroline turned her head over her shoulder. "Killing Dahlia is more important than me being stuck right now."

"Does that mean you'll just give me the gold dagger?" Davina asked with a cheeky grin.

Caroline laughed and Klaus smirked, willing to bite his tongue on this issue. He was more than happy to take the witch on, but after he had the weapons. "I like you, Davina," she replied, "Goodnight."

It was a final race off to the hotel. The lobby was mostly quiet, but the hotel bar was rocking. Loud music and laughter came from it. It sounded like New Orleans to her.

It still wasn't very late, not even midnight. They'd worked quickly and intensely for a short period of time, but they felt it was time to lay low since they'd caused enough hi-jinx for a while.

The adrenaline high was something Caroline could get used to. First it was undaggering Klaus. Then it was suckering all of his family into falling for the old 'Caroline sings karaoke with a gold dagger in her purse' trick. Classic Caroline Forbes.

Klaus looked like he felt the same way. His eyes glittered and his cheeks were slightly flushed as he watched her in the elevator.

She bit her lip and then smiled at him, neither of them moving until the bell dinged that they were on their floor. Slow steps took them to their suite and Klaus opened the door for her, turning on a weak overhead light.

They stood on either side of a small round table in the living room. Caroline leaned on it for balance to get her sandals off and she put down her purse that she'd finally reclaimed and Kol's ashes. Klaus did the same to pull off his own shoes and he slowly undid his belt too. How did he make that so freaking sexy?

She saw the look in his eyes. It was the one that sent warning signals to her brain. It was the 'I must have Caroline' look that both thrilled her and threatened her humanity switch.

His bare feet started to move and she instinctively moved away from him at the same rate in the opposite direction. They went around the table in one revolution at a slow pace and then it picked up the next time around. The next time around after that went just a little bit faster. Caroline jumped behind the couch, feeling the energy course through her, and he grinned as he faced her. The chase was on. His wolf was in heaven.

She made a dash for it around the space, leaping over things and sneaking around others. Around the entry table, behind the couch, back in front of the television, leaping over the coffee table, rinse and repeat. His hands would occasionally reach out and they'd just touch her shirt, the material slipping through his fingers as she ducked and dipped. The space was small enough to keep things interesting. Her breathing was heavy as she exerted herself to always stay one step ahead, twisting and turning to keep him off balance. It was symbolic of their relationship.

The good and bad thing about their bracelet barrier was that every time he walked towards her, she could take another step away. He caught her off guard once when he came to a complete stop, forcing her to run out of room ahead. They stared at each other across the room.

Klaus took one step and Caroline took one step. Her chest heaved and his eyes were glued to her cleavage. The fast and then slow pace variation was driving her crazy. Why did it remind her of sex? Why did most things Klaus did remind her of sex?

Klaus then leapt over the table and she raced ahead, ready to go fast too, off once again, laughing with glee. He couldn't be happier about it. The longer it went, the more intent he was on catching her. He loved working for it. It was all foreplay to him.

"Caroline," he said, thrilled.

"Klaus," she teased, her voice breathy.

Eventually, using his thousand years of experience, Klaus caught her arm before she could slip away one more time just as she tried to skip behind the armchair. He gently tossed her on the couch. Immediately, he jumped on top of her, trapping her arms over her head.

Their little game was the ultimate foreplay to him and she'd readily admit, it got her hot too. Their fingers became intertwined and blue eyes met blue eyes, their breathing erratic. She licked her lips and his eyes followed the movement, licking his own lips. She couldn't look away from his mouth and they stayed locked as minute after minute passed, the tension achingly growing. The air pulsed with their attraction.

"Caroline, I want to kiss you." His voice was thick with desire.

"Klaus, I," she hesitated and he slowly leaned in and pressed sucking kisses up and down her neck, one side then the other. His eyes drifted closed in pleasure. Her legs squirmed and she helplessly lifted them up and around his hips, pulling him closer to her center.

She was the best kisser who ever kissed, but Klaus? Oh yeah, he was up there, but maybe he should keep going just for her to be sure.

He freed her hands so he could touch her. One of his hands slipped up under her shirt and squeezed her breast. His other hand gripped her smooth thigh, pulling it further around his hips. His human teeth nipped against her skin and she mewled. Her hands roamed up and down his smooth back under his shirt, moving down to squeeze his ass and push him further into her.

His kisses moved across her cheek and then they were a millimeter from her lips where he stalled, waiting for her to give him a sign.

Consequences could shove it!

"Yes," she whispered and he kissed her.

His mouth met hers and her lips opened under his. His tongue swept through her mouth and she met it with her own. Their heads twisted from side to side, trying to get impossibly closer. She moaned and a growl rumbled out of him. Teeth clashed and lips were bruised at the intensity. Endlessly, he kissed her and she kissed him. Her hands kept pulling him in. His hand squeezed her breast and her hip, his fingers slipping a few inches under her shorts.

Knowing they really shouldn't go any further, feeling himself just about to fall into a haze of lust where they wouldn't be stopped, he pulled back. Stopping was incredibly hard, but he had to. Without words, his hand fixed her shirt. When he looked up, he could see the fight inside her eyes and cupped her head in his hands.

"Klaus," she said, scared of being on the edge, so close to helplessly falling apart or choosing to live in denial a little longer. All of it was denial. She could turn on her humanity and deny being with Klaus this way. She could keep her humanity off and deny the consequences she needed to face.

"What do you want to do?" he said, calmly, trying to control all of his own emotions reflected in his turbulent eyes. He wanted her, all of her, and she needed him to be the rational one. He wanted to take away all of her fears and troubles away, but he couldn't.

He brushed back some hair off her face, rubbing the silky strands through his fingers.

"I'm afraid," she admitted in a whisper, desperately clinging to the edge, not able to look him in the eye to see the emotion there. She wouldn't be able to hold on if she saw what he showed her.

His words were soft. "There's nothing to be afraid of. You can return to the strong woman who can handle anything or you can keep her down while another part of you takes over for a little longer. It's your choice. I can't take this burden from you, you have to give it up."

Her eyes filled with tears and then she closed them tightly. It wasn't time. It just wasn't. She chanted it over and over. It hurt until it didn't.

"Phew, that was close," Caroline said, wiping away a loose tear as if it meant nothing.

He got up and off her, disappointed if he was honest, but she grabbed his hand before he could move too far away. She'd seen the look on his face and it irked her. "You told me it was my choice."

"It is, Caroline." He looked at her hand in his. "I think you're underestimating what you're capable of."

She sat up. "No, I'm just giving myself the time I promised."

"Caroline, I like you, more than like you if I'm honest, in every version. I like this one too, but you're only this way because of the block you're putting up."

"I'm still me," she said sharply. She knew what vampires without their humanity looked like. They were ruthless, mean, and no one wanted to be around them except other humanity-less vampires. He told her she was different and she was. There had been cutting remarks that she wouldn't have made and some of her actions would be different too, but there was a core of her true nature that had been asserting itself, the one calling on her to make decent choices.

He sat next to her. "Do you know one of the things Esther told me when she came back?"

Caroline shook her head, unsure where he was going.

"It turns out she intentionally made me weak as a child. She gave me a charm that kept my strength hidden. All those times Mikael called me weak, all that abuse, it was Esther who made it easier. It was even long before the true nature of my parentage was revealed."

Something burned in her chest. How could a mother do that to her own child?

"I hate being weak, Caroline. I've built a life around eliminating my every weakness for all the good it does me." He took both her hands in his. "You're using your humanity-less time to be strong. There is nothing weak about the Caroline who tells off Elijah or schemes to get blood from a thousand year old witch. There was nothing weak about you before either when you would tell me off and get in my face."

She watched him carefully.

"It's artificial now, which means it will come to an end. An actress can only act so long, Caroline. It can also be exposed. The longer it goes on, the more likely it is that someone or something will force your humanity on. I want you to choose when it goes on and not to have it forced on you. It doesn't have to be tonight or tomorrow or whatever day I pick, but when the time does come, you will not be weak, because you are Caroline Forbes, proud daughter of Liz Forbes. You are strong in every way. There is nothing to be afraid of."

She closed her eyes, being unable to deal, but she did listen to his wisdom. She didn't want someone like Freya to turn her emotions on like she did to Stefan. She didn't want to be at anyone's mercy to make her life choices. She'd had enough of being used in her past and she was strong. She was going to use her strength right now though to help fight one or two nasty witches and then clean up her own messes, one at a time though. It's what she wanted.

"I did choose tonight, Klaus," she said quietly. If that's what he wanted for her, to be able to select it at will, she had. "I need this for a little longer. Don't judge me."

"I'm not judging you for your actions." She could do practically anything save hurting Hope and Klaus wouldn't bat an eye. It was her reasoning and motivation behind those actions he was having a hard time with, because it wasn't what it would have been a few months ago. As he told her though, it was her choice. Who was he to judge anyway? He hated seeing her unlike herself. However, she was closer to her "usual" self than any other vampire without their humanity. One of a kind, that Caroline Forbes. "If you aren't ready, you aren't ready. Let's go to bed."

He tugged her to her feet and she stood. His tone wasn't disappointed, but understanding. She needed that and it was just another thing she didn't expect from him. He told her what he thought and she listened. She told him what she thought and he listened. They didn't agree, but they accepted it. It worked. There hadn't been a day where he hadn't brought the issue up at least once either, but she could deal with that.

"Klaus, do you want me to turn it on so you can keep kissing me without me freaking out afterwards?" She was coy as she looked up at him through her lashes and he laughed, knowing that was her intention, to erase the new tension that had been created.

"No. You would be 'freaking out' before I kissed you." He picked her up bridal style. "Plus, didn't you tell me earlier I could kiss you here?"

He twisted her up so he could kiss her butt through her shorts and she cracked up. He smiled and carried her into the bedroom.

"You were kissing Enzo over and over without an issue."

Her feet hit the floor and she sat on the bed. "He can't turn me on. Wait, I meant, he can't get me to turn it on."

Klaus' grin was so smug that she couldn't help but squirm at how it made her feel. Sexy beast.

"Tell me more about how I turn you on," he said seductively.

Caroline reached back and threw a pillow at him. "Go take a cold shower, Mikaelson."

He winked and she rolled her eyes, but he did use the bathroom first, getting ready for bed as she sat in the chair by the bathroom. He emerged later in just his boxer briefs. He looked incredible with the tattoos and necklaces.

She used the bathroom after him, getting cleaned up after their messy adventures, coming out in pink panties and a black tank top. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun on the top of her head.

Caroline climbed in first since Klaus was checking his phone and she made Klaus climb over her, for some reason, again, as she turned off the bedroom lights.

"Klaus, it baffles me why you insist on wearing underwear to bed. Is this really necessary?" she asked, her fingers running along the waistband of his underwear. Her fingers just skimmed over his tight abs, left to right, back and forth, over and over, lightly brushing along his happy trail in the center. She could feel him react to her touch, his muscles jumping under her. "I find them offensive."

Klaus chuckled. Maybe she was the one who needed a cold shower. With a faux-resigned sigh, he got naked for her, throwing the "offensive" boxer briefs towards his luggage. He'd already been naked around her and that's how he slept usually anyway. "Offensive, really?"

"Hey, I don't know how long we'll be sharing a bed, but at least make it beautiful. Sometimes when I stare, things happen down here," she said, vaguely pointing at his crotch in the dark, stroking his stomach some more, knowing something had already happened down there, "and I get sweet, sweet memories. I like having access even though we shouldn't do more than look, kiss, and ok, maybe touch, because," she said, looking at him through her lashes, "I don't want to be a tease."

He laughed. "Yes. You do."

"Yes, I do," she admitted with an evil grin. "Let me tease you, Klaus. I'm teasing myself too."

"I'd like to see that," he said under his breath and she wiggled her brows at him. "Are you sure you won't regret this when you're back to being you?"

"I am me," she reminded him, kind of over hearing how she wasn't the same. "It's not like I'll have amnesia about this time, but no way." Her voice was firm. "I might have imagined this scenario a time or two in the past…and you're always naked."

"What about this?" he questioned, running a finger along the top of her tank top.

"Are you a boob man, Klaus?"

"Yours," he said reverently and she smiled before lifting the top off and over her heard. It was dark, but he could see just a hint of her curves, her creamy skin, from the dim bathroom nightlight. She pressed herself against his side like the night before, lifting her thigh over his lap, her breasts touching his ribs. The sheets down near their lower legs.

Skin on skin was better. Much better. They each sighed at the contact. Neither mentioned her panties. That barrier they both knew should stay in place. Instead, they held each other close, taking comfort in the proximity.

"Caroline?"

"Mmmmm."

"Thank you for tonight."

She could hear the appreciation and she could admit it warmed her. She was without her humanity, but she was still making a contribution. That had become important at some point. "You're welcome."

"Goodnight, Caroline."

"Goodnight, Klaus," she said as she gave him a quick peck to his cheek and then closed her eyes.