Oh crap, she thought, she actually overestimated and jumped up higher than the deck he went in from.
Her ass hit his roof none too delicately and she slid down it and, trying to be graceful, onto the deck. Her tank and hoodie though, had tangled up in the slide down, so it looked more like a bulky crop top on her landing.
Her hands went to her shirts, to fix herself as she heard his laughter, like the dreams, she forgot what she was doing and growled, looking up.
He was walking towards her again, the smile on his face large and mischievous.
Klaus looked her up and down and settled for looking at her flat toned stomach for a moment until she finally pulled down her shirts. He kept his distance from her for now and their eyes met.
"What are you still doing here?" she finally asked, trying not to let his presence and smell weaken her.
"Oh just collecting my thoughts," he drawled, though she didn't know he was mocking what she's been doing in her bedroom this past week, "deciding what I'd like to do next, now that my family has left town, without me."
Caroline considered his answer, deeming it good enough, because he had just accomplished breaking his thousand year old wolf curse and creating a bunch of hybrids. What else could he possibly be interested in now.
She watched him, watching her, he didn't make any movements to get closer to her.
"Thirsty?"
His question startled her, she knew his scent was affecting her a bit, but didn't think her fangs had come out. He gestured inside, welcoming her.
She took a few steps inside and saw they were in sort of a living room, den type room. There was a bar, all in black shiny stone on the far wall. Golden lights lit up windowed cabinets, filled with glasses and rich dark colored liquor.
Klaus was there now removing his coat, behind the bar, a simple white shirt he had on underneath, his necklaces were tucked in but showing since the collar was low. Caroline stood there across the room from him, just watching his movements.
He had oranges, cherries, and some smaller bottles of things she didn't recognize around him. Caroline, being underage, didn't know much about drinks. She'd just been downing the bourbon straight for days much like she'd seen Damon and Stephen do.
She pulled her eyes away from the handsome Original vampire for a moment to take in the rest of her surroundings. Black leather furniture, gold and copper highlights every once in a while, a gray wooden floor. Two large doors to her left were closed and to her right was a large opening out into a dimly lit hallway.
The noise of glass on glass and a clink of an ice cube, as Klaus placed one of the cups he was holding onto the coffee table nearest her, brought her attention back to him.
He had moved away from the cup, opting for a chair farther away. He sat and made a gesture for her to come take hers.
Caroline went over slowly, keeping her wits about her. She felt the presence of others downstairs, she didn't know if she was just allowing some ambush or kidnapping to happen. Then again, she shrugged not caring, as she let herself sink into his couch. Maybe being kidnapped by him would be fun, she thought, and almost rolled her eyes at herself.
As if he knew what she was thinking, he answered her "Just a few more hybrids downstairs, love. They pose no threat to you… now at least." He turned his head to the open hallway and smiled softly, "Though, maybe you and your... appetite, may pose a threat to them." Klaus turned his head back to see her emotion at his accusation.
She took the cup he made her off the table and tested it out while she looked towards the hallway as well.
The drink was bitter and definitely tasted of the bourbon she was used to, but the orange and cherry juices mixed in made it extremely more easy to take down quickly.
She held back on finishing it though, her ingrained etiquette cropped up, especially since he has just made a jab about her thirst.
"My appetite..." she whispered, looking down she realized, she didn't feel guilty at all for killing that hybrid just now, she hadn't know the guy. Then again, if she could kill without the guilt, did she accidentally flip her humanity switch?
She worried, just because she didn't know the wolf and he attacked her first, he could have had a family, a life, people that needed him, and she took that all away. Caroline settled for answering in the simplest way, "You don't know what I'm feeling." and it had to be true because not even she knew exactly how she felt.
Klaus took her in, her ever changing expressions, from alert to worry and back again, and now to something he figured was trying to forget, a fake facade of uncaring. The messy hair covering her face as she looked away from him, her loose hoodie disguising her beautiful figure.
"Would you tell me?" he asked of her.
She looked at him now, sizing up his request to know or at least hear her feelings. She downed her drink, in a gulp, etiquette be damned.
"Maybe." she said as she got up and went to the bar without being invited, poured herself more straight bourbon from the most beautiful bottle he had.
He turned his body toward her but remained seated in the chair in front of the bar. This was as close as she's been to him inside the house and she was the one who initiated it. He watched her touch his things around the bar.
Klaus saw her pick up the small bottle of bitters he'd used in the old fashioned he made for her, as she scrunched up her nose reading the label. He couldn't help but smile at her adorable naivete.
Caroline then turned to the cutting board with the orange slices on it, grabbing one and using her finger to stir it into her drink. Then licking the liquor drops from her finger casually, as if he hadn't been watching her at all, he saw her pick up the small but sharp knife he had cut the slices with.
She coyly slid it into her hoodie's front pocket, as she touched some of the other bottles, his smile intensified, at the act of her stealing the knife.
"So this is it, huh," the sound of her voice made his eyes flicker to hers, "your crypt." she playfully exaggerated as she touched some shelves to the left of the bar, making her way round.
Her new drink in one hand, the other exploring and sipping as she went. Caroline knew she was being a bit much, but who cared, she was a killer, a monster, and so was he. She wanted to see how far he'd let her go, pushing his buttons and boundaries like he did to everyone else.
She had gotten all the way to the double closed doors. She settled her almost finished drink on the closest cabinet top and used two hands to swing the doors open with dramatic force. Her hoodie sides billowing out a bit from the rush of air.
There was a bedroom on the other side of the doors, sticking with the decor, all black with only tiny gold highlights.
Now she "tsked" her tongue a few times, mocking his tone with her for eating another hybrid, grabbing her drink and downing it, before entering the bedroom. The smell of him was so nice and strong in here, she thought.
"Not so very gentlemanly, inviting me up to your bedroom."
She spun a bit enjoying the lightness on her feet, the scent of him prevailing in this room, the feeling of her new fed drunkenness helping her keep loose.
Klaus had come to stand at the edge of the doorway, not crowding her, as she almost hoped he would have, "When did you ever think I was a gentleman?" he joked softly.
She giggled a bit, besides her dream version of Klaus, he really had been quite the gentleman to her. She swiftly sat down on the chest at the foot of the large king bed, covered in a black textured duvet.
"So what now, Niklaus?" she taunted. Her use of his full first name, as she over pronounced the k sound, made him smirk.
He hummed a little, thinking about his answer, before asking a question of his own, "What would you like to happen, Caroline?" his voice was pure seductive silk.
Caroline shut her eyes and grabbed on to the edge of the chest, scrunching her shoulders in to her neck and smiled as she felt the blood rush to her face, her dirty memories, his smell, the sexy blood dreams came to mind.
Klaus opened a dresser and before she knew it, she was hit in the face with a towel.
Her eyes snapped open, "Hey," she pouted but not really mad at all.
"I have some work to do. Why don't you enjoy the rooms, maybe get freshened up a bit" he suggested.
Her face turned into a slight frown for a second before she realized, again, she was looking like a huge mess, braless and dirty. It's been days since she cared enough to shower.
Before she could say yes to him though, he had left the room entirely. She got up and peeked into the living room outside and could only smell and guess where he had gone to in the house.
She looked back to the towel on the bed, then curiosity got her. She popped up and grabbed the door handles to close herself in to the bedroom. He's probably got an amazing shower, she scoffed.
Woo! I got my very first review! So glad you are liking it, I know it's sort of meandering at times, but I assure you the build up is the best part!