Dormant Wolf – XX Intrusion

Summary: Since her birth, they had been drawn to each other without even knowing it. After an unexpected meeting, their journey began, leading them towards an unbreakable bond. l Klaroline AU

I do not own The Vampire Diaries or The Originals.

KLAUS

I never really thought highly of Atlanta. It was one of the reasons why I move between Mystic Falls and New Orleans mostly. Still I was always happy to walk Caroline around another city; another experience outside of her hometown of Mystic Falls.

Our fingers were entwined as she glanced around along the busy city street. I soon directed her onto one of the quieter back roads. There was no need to find ourselves surrounded by busy employees rushing on their lunch break.

"She can't really blame you for not visiting you know," Caroline added as we discussed my sister. "She doesn't come and see you either."

"No, but Rebekah likes for you to make the effort rather than her," I stated, noticing the expression on Caroline's face. "I don't expect you to understand sweetheart. She seems golden in your eyes presently."

"Consider yourself the mean brother then," Caroline smirked gently, bumping into me gently as we walked.

"Hmm, but you love it," I grinned.

"I do," she nodded eagerly.

We continued walking again until we reached a quiet spot with only a few people wandering down the pathway. I thought back to our previous conversation about feeding. This would be a good enough place as any to try.

"How would you feel about having some fresh food?" I offered, feeling a bit peckish myself.

"You mean…" Caroline could not quite finish her sentence. I nodded. "Oh erm…sure." Her nervousness was evident. I knew killing Anathalie wasn't the best first feed for her; especially with her sister Ophelia now on the prowl.

"No killing, simply feeding," I told her, hoping to offer some reassurance even if it wasn't my usual routine for hunting.

"Okay," she said after a long pause.

I stopped walking but still kept a hold of her hand. My gaze moved across our surroundings before I asked the first question to my young hybrid.

"Now tell me," I leaned into her ear whispering. "What can you smell?"

I watched her closely as Caroline now surveyed the street searching for her prey. It wasn't long before she stopped and latched onto a college aged guy who just turned into the street. I caught a whiff of his blood, noticing the plaster covering the oozing gash on his lower leg just under his sporting shorts.

"He smells amazing," I heard Caroline whisper.

"Looks like you're a natural already," I spoke proudly. I had wondered whether choosing a meal would be hard emotionally but thankfully it wasn't the case. "Now we need to get him to a more private location." I glanced around our location, noticing a nearby alley. "Over there," I gestured to it with my free hand. "Time for you to learn compulsion." Caroline nodded nervously, following me towards the bloke she'd chosen. "All you need is to get eye contact with him and with confidence ask him to follow without making a sound." I spoke almost silently, knowing that only Caroline's enhanced ears would pick up the sound.

I took a step back and watched the blonde hybrid carry out exactly what I had said. The male human seemed eager to comply even before the compulsion was completed.

She seemed to carry out the next part brilliantly and did not need any prompting from me despite her nervous stance. Her fangs elongated in the shadows of the neighbouring buildings and eagerly sucked on the blood leaving his carotid artery. I could not hide the proud smile on my lips as I watched her.

"Love, you'll need to pull away soon if you don't want another death," I warned her after a few moments, knowing the consequences if I didn't stop her.

Caroline didn't pull away. I spoke again but still nothing. I resorted to pulling her off the man. She practically pounced onto me in anger.

"I wasn't finished," she pouted hungrily, licking the blood from her lips.

"You'd rather that and kill him?" Caroline paused with her eyes widening slightly.

"Thank you," she whispered guilty with her eyes glancing to the weak male who could only just about stand. "How do we help him?"

"Feed him your blood," I informed her. I was given a confused expression. "It has healing properties. Bite your wrist and put it to his mouth." Caroline followed my instructions perfectly once again and compelled him to leave without my direction.

"Excellent," I praised, despite the unsure look I was faced with.

CAROLINE

I was pleased to have tasted blood fresh although my eagerness to kill the guy had scared me a little. After my feed, Klaus had his own and I watched him control himself with ease. On the plus side, he kept his promise; there was no death.

Once we returned home Klaus led us straight back upstairs to our suite. Thankfully there wasn't anything else on the agenda today.

"Relax will you love?" Klaus noticed my tense nature. "Tomorrow is when the work will begin."

"I know, I just need to distract myself…from earlier."

"You were brilliant sweetheart. Control is something that you will master with time," he tried to reassure me. "So a distraction…? Well I could draw you that map…or I could just draw you." He grinned, leaning forward to place a kiss on my nose.

"Are you even any good?" I giggled cheekily. Klaus took a step back and stared at me.

"Almost every painting in this house is mine," he smirked proudly. "You can consider me quite the accomplished artist." I stared at him in disbelief, before my gaze drifted to the landscape above the grand fireplace.

"Wha…wh…you never mentioned anything…"

"I'm not one to brag about it," a smug grin appeared. "So are you going to let me draw you?"

"Are you expecting me to pose?" I questioned curiously.

"What sort of pose are you thinking of?" Klaus chuckled, running his hand down the side of my figure.

"I can think of several, but it just depends on what you have in mind," I flirted casually.

"I'd love to hear your ideas first."

"Hear or see?"

"As much as I love your voice," both of his hands were now placed on my hips. "I'd prefer to see."

"Would you now?" I grinned, reaching to unbutton the top of my dress. I shrugged off my denim jacket and glanced behind me towards the nearby furniture. I slowly backed up onto a chaise lounge as his hands moved back to his side, lying down upon it. "How is this?" I chuckled, surprised at how comfortable I actually was while acting like this but it just showed how comfortable Klaus made me. "Or would you prefer my dress elsewhere?"

"Why don't your jacket and dress switch places?" He proposed, staring at me with his eye for design coming through. I eagerly obliged and climbed back into the chaise lounge in only my blue lace underwear and denim jacket.

"How is this?" I asked with a growing smirk.

"Perfect sweetheart," Klaus moved over to his case and removed the sketch pad from it. "This is going to be a very pleasant evening," he smirked while getting settled in the opposite chair with his feet now resting on the coffee table.

"That's just what I was aiming for," I returned with my own wide smile as I relaxed into the plush cushion.

"Make sure you're comfortable because you could be here for the next hour."

"An hour?" I exclaimed. "I may get lonely over here by the time you're finished."

"I would say I'll be as quick as I can but with this view, it's very tempting to prolong it." His pencil began to guide across the paper in clean sweeps. It was quite mesmerising to watch his concentration while his greyish hues danced between the pad and my figure.

"I'm waiting for you to put that sketch pad down and join me," I stated after a long while.

"Patience sweetheart," Klaus murmured softly; his focus evident in his tone. "I need to get every angle perfect."

"Being patient isn't something I'm not so good at," I admitted, despite the fact that Klaus probably already knew that.

"You're definitely good at being beautiful," he smirked widely as he glanced back towards me. "It's a shame you're not completely nude because that would be quite something."

"Hey!" I giggled, reaching for a pillow to throw at him. Sadly however he dodged it easily without the pencil moving from the page that I was slowly emerging onto; not that I could see the result.

There was silence once again while I let Klaus concentrate. He was right. This was taking a while for one simple sketch but I suppose he was making sure that everything was up to his standards. From the paintings I saw around the house, he certainly had a very high standard.

"Maybe I should sketch you some time?" I joked, capturing the artist's attention as he glanced up.

"Sketch me? I'd love to see your talent." Klaus laughed, shaking my head.

"Oh I have none. I just want to see us switch positions." I smirked.

"Do you now?" He raised a brow curiously.

"I do, but after that there is no sketching involved." I grinned, just when I heard nearby footsteps outside along the hallway.

"Hmm you have me officially intrigued," he chuckled with his gaze fixed on the image below. His movements seemed to be slowing. "And I shouldn't be too long now."

All of a sudden there was a knock on the door and it clicked open to reveal a dark haired stranger.

"Sire, I heard you'd arh…" The man began before realising my state of dress. I immediately pulled my legs up and wrapped my jacket around me. "Oh hello beautiful."

"Haven't you heard of knocking?!" I huffed in an annoyed tone. Klaus soon had the man up against the nearest wall by the throat. A growl rupturing from behind his teeth. I rushed into the bathroom with my dress, not wanting to give the intruder any more glances.

"Manners were never your strong suit Damon," I heard Klaus. I heard a snap from the next room before the intruder gasped in pain. I wondered if Klaus had broken something. "You're lucky that's the only punishment you're getting."

As I wondered back into the room fully clothed, I saw Klaus' harsh glare for myself. I held one of my own as I folded my across my chest.

I witnessed Damon pushing his wrist back into place to confirm my suspicion that Klaus had broken it. For once I wasn't too bothered by it.

"You should show my fiancée more respect."

"So this is Stefan's brother?" I asked, linking the dots.

"Damon Salvatore at your service Ma'am," the raven haired man smirked cockily. My dislike for him growing immediately. "Stefan's elder and more handsome brother." I noticed Klaus rolling his eyes at the man's description.

"Right," I muttered in a rather blunt tone. "I'd say it's nice to meet you but it's really not."

"I am sure I'll see you at the meeting tomorrow morning," Klaus began to initiate his exit.

"Getting rid of me already? And here I thought we were getting along."

"You can go," I scowled, wanting hint to leave our private time alone.

"Oh Blondie don't be so…" Klaus cut him off.

"Address her correctly and leave," he growled with his glare still present. Thankfully Damon did as his Alpha commanded.

"Ma'am, Sire," he nodded before leaving the room.

"I don't like him," I grumbled as soon as the door closed. "At all."

"He's not my favourite person and he knows it," he informed me while stepping closer with, his palm soon cupping my cheek. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I sighed, shrugging my shoulders gently. "Embarrassed but fine."

"I suppose the door should have been bolted."

"We shouldn't have to bolt anything. That jackass shouldn't have barged in," I huffed, feeling Klaus' fingers run down my back in an attempt to calm me. I could feel his anger slowly fading which triggered mine to follow.

"Now," Klaus whispered into my ear, "where were we?"

"Did you finish your sketch?" I asked curiously.

"Almost. I just have the finishing touches to add. So why don't you make yourself comfortable and I'll be right with you?" I nodded as I made my way to the bed, feeling a little self-conscious about myself.

"I'm going to have to paint this when we return home," Klaus spoke again a few minutes later once his sketch was finally completed.

"Paint?" I asked in a surprised tone. "I thought this was just for you." There was no way I wanted that hanging up anywhere.

"It is. I'm not sharing you with anyone else, but why can't I have a huge colour version all to myself?" He smirked softly, glancing up to look at me.

"Can I see?" I asked curiously, patting the bed beside me for him to come and join.

My gaze analysed the image upon the paper. The picture was so very realistic in the shading and proportions. My eyes not moving from it for quite a while.

"This is amazing," I murmured. "Do I really look like that?"

"Now you can understand how I can't take my eyes of you," he smirked, moving his fingers to rest on my thigh.

"Yeah, you and how many other men in this pack," I sighed, leaning back against the pillows. Klaus reached for his pad and placed it on the side table before joining me.

"Just me," he corrected. "No one else." My eyes found his and our gazes linger together for a moment. I nodded, in agreement.

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