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Chapter 14
Caroline grabbed the large black bag and tossed it down on the table, she unzipped it and began tossing the blood bags out.
"Drink up ladies." She said nodding to them. Rebekah was first to break the cap on the bag and tip it up, Elena right behind her, finally Caroline popped the top off hers and turned it up. The blood flowed into her mouth, while blood from a bag was not her favorite, she did what she had to do. It was room temperature, not nearly as warm as fresh from a vein, but it would do. She felt herself being watched and she turned slightly as she drank. Nik was staring at her, his eyes never leaving her form. He was gorgeous, even more so than she remembered. He had chopped all his hair off, but she found that she liked it better this way. She turned away from him and finished the bag. She was definitely full. She'd drank her fill this morning, the extra was for Klaus.
"How many?" she asked him.
"Two will be fine." He said. Caroline nodded and grabbed another bag, she turned it up and began to gulp it down as the other girls grabbed their second bags.
"After this, I'm going to figure out what exactly this infection is." Nik said turning his eyes to the other men.
"Most infections have a cure." He said.
"Little dose of antibiotics and we might get a healthy population again." Damon said. Caroline listened as long as she could, but her body began to get hot. As a vampire she ran a little cool, not obnoxiously freezing like the vampires in some of the movies she'd seen, but still a tad cooler than most. But when vampires drank too much, or overfilled themselves, they ran the risk of bloodlust, as well as getting very hot. She felt the sweat bead on her forehead as she finished the bag. She put it down and nodded.
"Alright, let's do this, it is getting hot." She said. Nik looked over at her and she waved him forward.
"Lead the way." She said. He walked ahead of her and she gave a small glance toward Damon, he stood next to the couch, his arms crossed, practically glaring at Nik's retreating back. His eyes fell and met hers. They looked at each other for a long while, her heart beating a little faster. He was still absolutely wonderful, she loved the way her hands felt running through his hair, she loved the way he would stare into her eyes and run his fingertips across her cheek. She loved everything about him, even his cocky personality. As Rebekah finished drinking and made her way past him Caroline turned her eyes back to the staircase where Nik was standing, waiting for her. Her stomach turned making her feel nauseas, how would she ever do this?
Damon turned as Caroline walked up the staircase, he followed Rebekah, his heart sinking. Even though he knew and understood why the groups had been paired that way, it didn't make it any easier. Caroline was what he'd always considered as the end game. She was the only person, besides Elena that could make him happy. He'd never known love besides the two women, and here he was, stuck in yet another love triangle. First it was Elena choosing between he and his brother, he'd had to fight everyday for someone to care about him. Now, Caroline was here, having to choose between he and Klaus. But Klaus still didn't know Damon had ever been a part of Caroline's life, and frankly he was just a little worried about what might happen when he did find out.
Caroline followed behind Nik into the bedroom. She smirked and shook her head at the overly large room. It was huge by itself, and the bed was a perfect fit for it, also huge.
"Nice." She said. He glanced toward her and nodded before turning his eyes away again. Caroline crossed her arms, why was she getting the cold shoulder.
"So why does everyone call you Klaus now?" she asked as she made her way to the bed, she was feeling tired, like any normal person would feel on an overly full stomach. He turned to her and shook his head.
"The only people who have ever called me Nik were you and Rebekah. After you…left, it didn't feel right for anyone else to call me that, so I went by Klaus." He said. Caroline's mouth nearly fell open.
"After I left? I didn't leave Niklaus, I was forced away, by you, just in case you don't remember." She said.
"Of course I remember." He said. Caroline ground her teeth and waved her hand in the air, giving a frustrated sigh.
"Not now, maybe after I don't feel so worn out." She said. Nik nodded and they both sat down across from one another.
"I would say wrist, but neck is faster." She said. Nik smirked and nodded.
"I won't disagree." He said. Caroline gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, she didn't want to get blood on it.
"Of course you won't." she said. He stared down at her, unable to remove his eyes from the body he hadn't seen in so very long.
"While I appreciate the compliment your stare pays, I just want to get this over with." She said.
"Am I really that bad?" he asked, giving a slightly hurt look. She sighed and shook her head.
"No Nik, no you're not, I just don't feel like dealing with any of this right now, so the faster this is over, the better." She said. He nodded and he gave a small head tilt as he leaned forward. Caroline felt his hand slip onto the back of her neck and he pulled her toward his mouth. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back as she stopped seeing and just felt. His other hand landed on her back, pulling her body against his and his lips dropped to her neck. Her lips parted as a moan threatened to escape. She hadn't felt his touch in nearly 1000 years, the process she was about to go through was personal and she didn't know how she would feel afterward. Pain flared in her neck and she grunted in discomfort. His hand on her back moved gently, his fingertips caressing her spine, her hips, and she relaxed into his hold. A cool feeling spreading through her body, as his larger body wrapped her up, his hard chest pressed against hers, her long flat stomach smooth against the fabric of his shirt, feeling him underneath her. She lifted her hands, one of them going into his hair, his soft wavy hair; her other hand traveling up his thigh, running her fingers softly over his leg and to the hem of his shirt, her hand dipped beneath the fabric and she touched his skin. She felt him tense slightly and she wondered why, but after a moment he relaxed, and her hand gently ran across his body, she remembered his body, every detail of it. His pulls on her neck were slowing, she felt a lot better, much cooler, more energetic, he was almost done, she could tell. Her hand dipped along his hip and moved up his back where her fingers collided with something, her eyes opened, scars, there were scars on his back. He froze, his mouth stopped moving on her neck as her hand ran across them. Three long lines across his back. She'd never felt those, or seen scars before. It would have had to have been done before he was turned, vampires didn't scar. He pulled away swiftly, his mouth leaving her neck, his hands leaving her body, her hands leaving his, and despite her vampirism, she felt cold, the cool air replacing where his body once was.
"Thank you, you can go now." he said turning away from her. His breathing was erratic, Caroline could tell. She stood quickly and shook her head.
"Nik, what are those scars from?" she asked as she used her hand to gently wipe her neck clean.
"Nothing, had them since I was a kid." He said.
"Lie to someone who hasn't seen you naked more than once." She said grabbing up her shirt and tugging it on. Her mind was clearing itself of the clouds, the clouds that had appeared when his hands had touched her and his teeth had sunk into her neck. He turned and sped at her, his hand wrapped around her neck and squeezed. Caroline glared and her hand wrapped around his as she coughed at the way his hand tightened around her windpipe.
"Let me go." she growled. He stared down at her and quickly shook his head before releasing her. Caroline coughed and then lunged, all her anger from 1000 years ago returning, she shoved him hard and they slammed into the wall, her hands clawing at him.
"How dare you!" she said pinning him there with her body. His eyes widened and his face appeared shocked.
"After everything you've done to me, I'm stupid enough to try to help you, and after I try to help you, you repay me by wrapping your hand around my throat. If I could kill you I would, you son of a bitch." She said as tears sprang to her eyes. She gave an exasperated sigh and let him go, turning away. She stomped toward the door, but he rushed forward, grabbing her arm, this time it was gentle.
"Caroline wait." He said softly. As much as she wanted to rip away from him and walk out the door, she couldn't move her feet.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Can you forgive me?" he asked.
"Can you tell me why you kicked me out of our home 1000 years ago?" she asked without turning around. His hand didn't move and he didn't speak.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. How about we just keep this to feedings and no talking? Goodbye Klaus." She said, she jerked her arm free and marched out of the room.
Klaus stood, stunned. She'd called him Klaus, she'd only ever called him Nik. Did that mean she was done? If it was him, he would have been done a long time ago. Caroline was persistent though, and when she loved, she loved with all her heart. He hadn't meant to grab her like that. He wasn't used to people confronting him, and telling him like it is. But Caroline had always done that. She'd always been honest with him, she'd never backed down, not from him, his siblings, or his parents. That's why he'd had so much respect for her. She was amazing in every shape form and fashion. He just wasn't ready to tell her the whole story, because telling her what Ester had done meant that he'd also have to tell her everything he'd done. He'd have to tell her that he'd killed his mother, that's he'd killed so many others. Because if he was going to be honest with her about one thing, he would have to be honest with her about it all, and he didn't know how she would feel about him after he admitted to such evils. Would she still care about him, would she still love him?
A/N: Ok, I've got some ideas for a new story that keep popping into my head. If you'd be interested in reading another story by me, please review and let me know. I don't want to get started writing and then not have any interested parties. Thanks guys!