Chapter 12
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Note: Previously, in "Deadly Beauty," Caroline meets Eleanor, an 800-year-old vampire who is working for Klaus in addition to being Mikael's lover.
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Chicago, Illinois – Next Day...
Caroline looked out at the scenery as they drove through the streets of Chicago. This was yet another place she hadn't been to before, so it was no wonder she was tickled pink by the sight of it. Eleanor, from her place in the back seat of the Corvette, saw the smile on the younger vampire's face.
"Impressive, isn't it?"
Caroline nodded. "Oh, it's beyond impressive. It's awesome."
"You should've seen it in the 1920s," said Eleanor. "Back then, this city was where you went to party. Not that New Orleans didn't have that same kind of atmosphere, mind you, but Chicago was the best place to drink. In fact, Klaus and I had tons of fun here." She smiled in Klaus' direction. "Isn't that right, Klaus?"
Klaus nodded. "Indeed we did." Glancing briefly at Caroline and looking back to the road, he added, "You would've loved the 1920s, Caroline. There was plenty of fun to be had, and the girls knew how to get it."
"Really?" said Caroline. "So, you two went to the speakeasies?"
"There was one place in particular that we loved to frequent," said Eleanor. "It was owned by a witch named Gloria. She was also a singer, so when we were hanging out at her place, I couldn't resist getting up on stage and singing a song or two for the patrons of her club."
"Eleanor had an amazing voice," said Klaus. "It would draw men to her by the thousands. As a matter of fact, it made me nervous how much attention she was getting."
Caroline couldn't help but be fascinated by what they were talking about and could just picture the scene in her head: Eleanor up on the stage in Gloria's club, singing to crowd of drunk, eager to please men while Klaus was beating every single one back with a stick.
"This Gloria you mentioned," she said finally. "Do you think she's still alive? I mean, it's been over ninety years since you guys last saw her."
"I wouldn't put it past her to still be alive," said Eleanor. "Hell, she probably used an anti-aging spell on herself." Getting an idea, she added, "Why don't we pay her a visit? You know, old friends catching up, that sort of thing? Besides, it'll give Caroline a chance to see where you and I used to party."
"Splendid idea, Eleanor," said Klaus. "Now, if memory serves me right, Gloria's club should still be in the downtown area."
Gloria's – 1 Hour Later...
When they arrived at their destination, Klaus walked in first, to make sure that it was okay for Caroline and Eleanor to follow him in. He scanned the place thoroughly and, sensing nothing to the contrary, he sent the all clear to the ladies. No sooner did he do that than he sensed a familiar presence, a presence he hadn't sensed in over ninety years, a smile appearing on his face.
"I know you're there, Gloria."
The plantinum blonde witch came out from where she had been hiding. "Well, well, look who blew back into the Windy City after all these years. Niklaus Mikaelson, as I still live and breathe. So, to what do I owe the honor of your presence in my bar? I thought you were in New Orleans?"
Klaus' earlier smile faded. "I take it you heard from your friends in the French Quarter?"
"It doesn't matter where we happen to live, we're all witches and we keep in touch," said Gloria. "So, to reiterate my first question, why are you here?"
"Is it a crime for an old friend to drop by for a visit?"
Gloria raised an eyebrow. "You may have frequented my club ninety years ago, Niklaus, but I wouldn't consider us friends." She then saw Eleanor and Caroline walk in. "I see you're not alone."
Eleanor smiled at her. "Hello, Gloria. You're looking good for a woman who should be up there in years. Let me guess, anti-aging spell?"
Gloria nodded and looked over at Caroline, who hadn't said much since they walked in. The witch gave her a curious look as she approached her, circling her as if to size her up. Caroline eyed her just as curiously, not sure why she was doing this. "Would you mind not doing that? You're making me very uncomfortable."
"My apologies, dear," she replied. "It's just that I've never seen you around here before." She stopped circling her. "I'm Gloria, the owner of this establishment, as you've no doubt heard from Niklaus and Eleanor. What's your name?"
"Caroline Forbes."
"I thought so," said Gloria. "I heard rumors about another Ripper, and I wanted to see if the rumors were true."
Caroline scowled. "Another Ripper? What the hell are you talking about?" She looked at Klaus. "Klaus, what is she talking about? Who is this 'other Ripper'?"
"She means the Ripper of Monterey," said Eleanor, answering the question for Klaus. "He was a vicious killer, showing no mercy whatsoever toward his victims. He began his killing spree as early as 1864, stopped for almost a century, and then struck again in 1912."
"1864?" said Caroline. "He started that early? Why did he start back then?"
Eleanor went to reply, but Klaus stopped her. "That was the year he was turned." He sighed as he approached her. "Caroline, whatever you may have heard just now, I don't want this to affect our relationship in any way." He grabbed her arms. "You know I love you, right? You mean the world to me, and you always will."
For a few minutes, it was quiet between them as Caroline considered his words. Then, she stepped forward and kissed him. Klaus smiled against her lips as he returned her kiss, scooping her up into his arms and vamp sped to the back room of the club, closing and locking the door for privacy. He placed her down and then gently pushed her up against the wall, the kisses deeper and more persistent. Slipping his hands under her blouse, he pulled it out of her skirt and undid every button, hearing her moans as his fingers made contact with her breasts. Caroline pulled away after a few minutes, her lips swollen from making out.
"Klaus?"
"Hmm?"
"I know you love me," she replied. "I love you too. I'm sorry I reacted the way I did."
"No, love, don't apologize," said Klaus. "You did nothing wrong. You wanted to know about the Ripper of Monterey and you got a brief history on him." He kissed her again. "But, I didn't bring us back here to talk about that. I brought us back here for some much needed alone time." He nodded toward the bed. "I don't know about you, but that bed looks inviting."
Caroline said nothing more and kissed him roughly, helping him undo the last button of her blouse, slipping it off, tossing it to the floor and pulled his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the floor by her discarded blouse. As they continued to kiss, Klaus reached behind her and undid the clasps of her bra, slipping it off her shoulders and caressed her sensous breasts, leaning down to kiss them.
Caroline arched her back and panted before letting out a scream of pleasure as she felt his hot breath on her skin. She then went back toward the bed, Klaus following her onto the sheets. He kissed down her body to her belly button, licking it with his tongue, and when he got to her skirt, he pulled it slowly down her legs, earning him a moan from her.
"Klaus, please..."
"Please what, sweetheart? Tell me."
"Take me now," she growled. "I want you in me, damn it! I also want to sink my fangs into you and drink your blood and then claw your back."
"You're an eager little Ripper, aren't you?" said Klaus. "Well, a gentleman never denies a lady her request."
That being said, he removed her skirt, stockings, and panties before letting her attack the button and zipper of his jeans, removing them and his underwear. Once all their clothing was removed, Klaus drove his cock into her core, gripping onto her hips as he began to thrust hard and fast into her. Caroline wrapped her legs around his waist as she gyrated against his thrusts, pulling him down for a kiss and then, trailed kisses from his jaw to his neck, where she pierced the skin with her fangs, growling hungrily as each drop of his blood made contact with her tongue, making her pick up speed as she went. Reaching her hands up, she dug her nails into his back, drawing blood, just like she did in New Orleans.
Meanwhile...
Gloria walked out to the alley, looking around to see if anyone was watching and breathing a sigh of relief when she saw that she was alone. She then took out her phone and dialed a number. After a few rings, she heard the voice of her contact on the other end. "I trust you have news for me, Gloria?"
"I do, Elijah," she replied. "Niklaus just arrived in Chicago."
"Good," said Elijah. "Is he alone?"
"No, he has two blondes with him," said Gloria. "Eleanor and a new girl named Caroline Forbes."
"The new Ripper?"
"Yes," said Gloria. "Judging from what I felt from her, she's not quite as powerful as the Ripper of Monterey, but because she's with Niklaus, there's no telling just how powerful she could become."
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