This is something I have written a long time ago, and recently the amazing Psyc0gurl0 asked me to dig it up and I have rewritten it, so here you go.
It's a bit different than my other drabbles, but I hope you'll enjoy!
Dark!Caroline, a bit of smut, a bit of Dark!Klaus, angst, angst and angst.
The world had turned red.
Everything she saw, tasted, smelled, touched and breathed was red.
Divine red blood on her hands, in her mouth, dripping down her face. The taste heavenly, the sight sickening.
She didn't want to be this, but she was. He had made her, he had molded her.
I am a monster, she voiced her thoughts. Nothing but a monster.
The lifeless body at her feet seemed to agree, and so did the trail of deaths she had left everywhere she went.
'You are not.'
His voice was far away, a distant ringing in her head that she couldn't focus on but she couldn't ignore either.
I am, she replied as she looked at her hands like they weren't hers. I am.
His protests didn't even reach her this time, as she found yet another victim, this poor girl with her fire-like hair and her eyes so big and beautiful and frightened and oh how she loved it. Oh how she loved the fact that she was so afraid of her - sweet little Caroline, shallow, stupid, a kiddie pool.
And yet here she was, with some girl staring at her like she was Satan. And she would never admit it out loud, but she loved it.
Far in the back of her mind a voice screamed at her. This is a mother, Caroline. A mother. She has kids and a life and a loving husband and maybe a nice group of friends who support her and not talk about her whenever she turns away and you shouldn't, you shouldn't-
Dead.
The woman was dead and Caroline had her blood on her hands and she didn't even care. She didn't even slightly care.
There were no bugging thoughts about her mother like she once had. There was no guilt, no pity, no worries.
There was only red.
Only red and him.
Oh how he loved watching her.
He loved watching her be good and bubbly but even more did he enjoy this side of her.
The allure of darkness was not to be underestimated, he once said, even the purest hearts were drawn to it - and his sweet Caroline was the perfect example of that.
The smell of blood mixed with her frantic eyes was intoxicating, the bodies she left so carelessly on the ground to be found by the first person to pass, it aroused him.
As he followed her every movement, her every breath, his eyes roaming over her body as he waited so patiently for her to be satisfied, he could do nothing but want her.
Such a big heart you once had, princess.
Such a loving girl you were.
But all that is gone now, isn't it sweetheart?
You are a monster now.
Nothing but a monster.
A monster she was, daddy. A monster she was.
She could do nothing but agree with the words his voice had spoken in the back of her head.
But was she sorry?
No.
She was only red.
Her blood, his blood, someone else's blood...
Neither of them could really tell.
Neither did they care.
Covered in blood, lost in crimson sheets, only feeling skin and warmth and wetness.*
Vampire speed came in handy when you weren't easy to please.
Hybrid speed came in even handier.
The lovemaking was reserved for sweet little Caroline.
This Caroline could only get sex. Rough, consuming, painful but oh so pleasing sex.
She had no patience for slow. She only wanted him to fuck her.
Nails scraping, fangs biting, walls clenching.
Screams filling the air thick with lust.
Red sex was the best sex, she had discovered.
Klaus did not go gentle;
She dare repeat: Klaus did not go gentle.
There was no loving, no caring in their shared kisses.
Only fire and lust and passion and desire - oh desire.
He was inside, withdrew, inside. Sweet spots and bloodshare and bloodshed.
It was hard and rough and it was heaven.
Her vision blurred, she came hard and heavenly, grunts and whimpers and moans as they laid encircled by their drained victims, eyes open, mouths formed into a silent scream.
You're just a bit lost, love, he said. Just a bit unsure.
Maybe I'm just a monster.
You are not a monster, Caroline.
But what if I am?
You aren't.
But what if?
The conversation would go on for hours. Darkened heart against darkened soul.
The fact that she didn't care didn't mean that she didn't know.
And the fact that she knew surely didn't mean it was a bad thing.
Yes, she was nothing but a monster.
Yes, she killed and hurt and she destroyed.
But she was okay with it.
She was okay with it as long as the world stayed red.
* "lost in crimson sheets, only feeling skin and warmth and wetness" is originated from the line "we're lost in these covers, and all I feel is skin" from Trey Songz song "Simply Amazing".