"I like this one…" Caroline pursed her eyebrows at the image of two men fighting naked, one was holding the other down and biting him. "If only I had mud to add to the picture." She looked at Klaus with a cheeky smile.

He chuckled stopping next to her. "Nice choice… Dante's inferno by William- Adolphe Bouguereau."

Caroline's smile became smug. "Actually the name of the painting is Dante and Virgil in hell and although Bouguereau is best known for his realistic images of classical scenes, here he stepped away from that tranquility to the pits of hell, where the impersonators fight ceaselessly. While the demon gloats, Dante and Virgil look on at the damned."

Klaus narrowed his eyes while she wiggled her eyebrows. "In a frenzy, like pigs escaped from their sties, snapping wildly at everything in sight. One of them fastened his teeth…" Klaus stopped licking his lips because Caroline was running her tongue teasingly over her teeth. "… like a vise. Obviously someone has been doing her homework."

She shrugged. "The internet is a wonderful thing and I was curious after you mentioned the topic of your ten second conversation with Camille. I did a little research on the noir department." She said casually.

"I suspected a little strategy on your behalf when you said that there was an exhibition that you wanted to see."

She shamelessly smiled. "You instigated the art appreciation and I wanted to see a few galleries before we leave town."

"You can hardly claim that you are able to understand art by merely stating a few quotes that you read online." He smiled at her.

Caroline frowned. "I have been reading a lot lately."

"How very certified of you." He said serious and moved to the next painting with a tamed smile.

Caroline was not amused and glared at him mad. "I can tell which painter nailed the most brutal version of Jean-Paul Marat's murder. Or which paintings belong to Cezanne's dark period, or Gauguin who painted nature as he felt it, with no restrictions of color or shape. I spent hours looking at his work and I know that his best only came after he was ill and in misery. How all of that came out in frustration and the angrier he was at the world for not acknowledging his work, the brighter the colors were and the heavier the brushes were..."

Klaus looked back at Caroline but she was on a roll, she was upset that he was so hurriedly dismissing the countless hours of study that she managed to sneak in between the hectic life they led.

"Like he was saying to the world, here, you didn't want me? It's your loss. I'm the one laughing now." She finished adorably crossing her arms with a pout. "I even bet that your favorite artist is Gericault because of all that death fascination that he had."

Klaus looked at her quietly, she eased up on her stern stance trying to read his face, there was a slight hint of pride that she quickly assumed to be imagining but there were traces of something else in his features.

"Are you impressed?" she asked him slowly.

Klaus took hold of her cheek fast and leaned over kissing her strongly, Caroline barely had time to react to it.

"Aroused…" he breathed against the lips that he pressed with his once more.

"Works for me…" she whispered before scrapping the back of his neck and engaging a kiss that he naturally took over.

Elijah slowly looked up from his staring competition with the flames inside of the fireplace, he could hear his brother and the blonde stumbling their way upstairs between kisses and subtle groans so he decided that this was the perfect time to leave the house.

He found Rebekah leaving the house as well.

"Time to go compel a camel for some alcohol." She smiled unlocking her car.

Elijah frowned a bit lost and took the passenger side. "I don't understand."

Rebekah smiled starting the car. "It's a running joke these days."

"I feel a bit lost to be honest, there have been many changes since I was last awake…" he reached out for the phone that she carelessly threw on the dashboard, he turned the image of Kol impaled to a wall towards her.

She laughed. "We all have that. It's Kol's glorious mistake when he thought that he could just walk out on us and do his usual family treason, it turned out epic."

Elijah smiled putting the phone away. "He is now away with Bonnie, I think that he earned a little trust for that."

"She calls him Snowflake, it's hilarious."

"Another thing that I've noticed, there are many nicknames flying around. I'm having a little of a hard time keeping track of who is who."

Rebekah turned the car to the right swiftly. "It's easy. Bonnie and Kol have the Fire starter and Snowflake festival. Then there's Nik and Care who have their entire set of nicknames that turned into a fetish orgy. I don't even want to go there."

"What about Marcel?" Elijah asked enjoying the beautiful sunny day that warmed his hand.

"Oh I went there!" Rebekah easily informed him.

Elijah faced his sister gravely. "I meant that when I went away he had an army and now he is merely surrounded by the family."

Rebekah awkwardly smiled. "I thought that you were talking about…" she tilted her head.

"Yes Rebekah, I'm most interested in your sex life. Do you have a dagger lying around? I'd like to stab myself once you are done with all the details."

She twisted her lips holding back a loud laughter. "Nik went crazy and tried to kill us all, he slaughtered Marcel's family but I think that he found one in us in return."

"Many changes…" Elijah gave his sister a look when she made a risky move on the road, going by two cars and missing a big trunk that was coming in the opposite direction by inches.

"The biggest one is back in the house having moaning time with Caroline. Have you noticed how he doesn't care about building that kingdom in New Orleans with Marcel anymore? I really think that he slowly understands that his safe haven is with the family that has always been with him and not the one that he wanted to create. And I'm aware that Caroline played a very big part in all of that but I'm selfish enough to indulge in all of his crazy plans just to see him happy."

Elijah slowly grabbed the seat belt and laced it around his impeccable suit. "I never thought that I would see the day that my family would start behaving as one." He smiled warmly to himself.

Rebekah smiled looking at him but then she gradually pulled her eyebrows together. "Why are you wearing a seat belt Elijah?"

"Your driving skills make me forget that I am immortal."

She rolled her eyes not bothering with an answer but dodged the car on the other lane by inches, she slowly turned the wheel a little so that she would stay in her lane and smiled at Elijah innocently.

"Are we still very far away from the Pub?" He asked worried.

"Cezanne and Goya… all very dark and gloomy…" Caroline moaned as he trailed her neck with his lips. "And grumpy like you." she said hastily removing his leather jacket.

Klaus pulled her top over her head instantly. "Goya… quite the interesting fella." He struggled to lose his boots before she pulled him closer to her.

Caroline nodded kissing him and pulling him towards the bed. "Deaf after an illness and as a result, his work took a dark turn." She said between kisses.

"Most eerie, shocking and intriguing masterpieces were born after that." He said while she pulled his shirt up, caressing his chest which made him quietly groan, but perhaps it was all due to the really arousing talk.

Caroline's back crashed against the mattress and she kept his face close to another kiss while his hands were busy unbuttoning her Jeans.

"All that expression of self, inner turmoil and feelings, splashed all over a canvas…" she bit his bottom lip hard.

His groan was louder this time and she fondled to get rid of her boots fast.

"But I'm most fascinated by Gericault…" he said smiling and slowly pulling away from her, sliding her skinny Denim down her legs while looking at her.

Caroline's chest was rising and falling fast in excitement for the odd trigger that they just found as a turn on. "The Raft of the Medusa is very attention-grabbing." She raised herself a bit in bed and moved her hands down his chest stopping at his navel.

Klaus gulped down, he actually was losing his control over this and that excited her so much.

"I like the one with the severed heads."

"Of course you do." She whispered before she ripped the buttons apart pulling his Jeans down.

Klaus returned to the bed avid for her lips and she answered all that passion using her foot to further pull his pants down, Caroline ran the tip of her tongue over his slowly and then through his palate, she smiled with his faltering breath and he knew that she was about to claim her control now.

He didn't fight her at all when she swiftly turned them on the bed, Caroline pulled away from him sitting up and smiling at him while caressing his chest.

Klaus laid on the bed watching her and waiting for her move, she was never predictable and that was exhilarating.

Caroline reached for something on the nightstand and he squinted wondering about her intentions, she smiled mischievously ripping the top of a blood bag and slowly made a single line of blood on his chest.

Klaus' breath picked up fast and it became hollow, harshly waiting for her.

Caroline dipped the cold blood all the way up to his neck, she moved his necklaces a bit so that they wouldn't be all bloodied and took pleasure on how his skin was wrinkling under her little work of art.

She left the rest of the blood bag on the nightstand and then grabbed her hair all in one side with one hand, she looked at him ready to start her torture and her smile grew with the way that Klaus was already ready to flip them over and take her without introduction.

Caroline slowly bent down and looked up at him from his navel, then she closed her eyes and started tasting that line of blood with her tongue, she did it painfully slowly and Klaus closed his eyes deeply grunting in desire.

She licked every little drop of blood and only picked up speed when she reached his torso, she felt his hands on her legs, then on her back but she was not paying attention to his tight grip, she was now busy with the little blood line that went over his nipple and Caroline skillfully ran her tongue over it, playing a little with the man about to lose all of his cool swag under her little torture.

Caroline took her time knowing that she was pleasuring him by the deep sounds that he made and the way that his fingers were buried in her back, she toyed with his nipple a little more before she left a small kiss on it.

She never touched him though, she only used her tongue and she moved up to his neck not wasting a single drop of the red blood, she gently bit his neck without her fangs, only her teeth that left a nice shade of red in his skin.

When she pulled away from her slow doings, she licked her lips and touched her bottom lip making sure that she hadn't any blood smeared but Caroline was an elegant, sophisticated hunter, she always looked immaculate after feeding and Klaus was always in awe.

He stroked her heated cheek with the back of his hand and took in the amazing smile, her hair falling on her left side now that she released it and the blazing blue eyes that he wanted to look into while making love to her.

He unclasped her bra freeing her body to him and moved to lay her down on the bed. Caroline melted her body against his and cupped his cheek while he easily tore apart her tiny thong, she made sure that he was liberated for her as well and then she was the one groaning with every thrust.

Caroline wrapped herself around him, needing him closer to her and every deep sound was muffled by their kisses.

Everything was slower than usual and more intense and Caroline kept his face close by trapping his neck in her hand but he wasn't pulling away from her either, he was kissing her and stroking her face and then he was looking at her while moving and Caroline felt happier than ever.

"What will it be?" The waitress asked uneasily.

"Chardonnay and bring the bottle." Rebekah said without looking at the blonde.

Elijah frowned reading the name on the girl's tag and looked away from the uniform knowing that she was the Camel that his sister had talked about, he also noticed how the girl easily smiled at Marcel who was sitting with a few friends on a nearby table. "Perhaps we could have chosen another Pub."

"Nonsense… I'm not one to stay away from unpleasant… competition." She mumbled in a low voice while writing a message for Kol.

"Marcel likes her?" Elijah quickly deduced.

"I don't know… has he told you anything?" she slowly raised her eyes to him.

"How old are you Rebekah?" He asked serious and then leaned over the table. "I'm having my doubts all of a sudden... do you like him?"

"Not like Nik likes Caroline…" she said glancing over to Marcel. "But I don't like that he smiles at other girls…"

"That's not love, that's possession and it's not healthy." He said taking the bottle Camille brought them and pouring a glass of wine for his sister.

"I don't deal well with rejection…" she had her wine believing that she could fool Elijah.

"It's not rejection that scares you, it's allowing someone close. You are just like Niklaus, whenever someone gets within a safe proximity you pretend that you don't need them and send them away. I'm happy that Marcel is showing some backbone by keeping his distance now that you've decided that he is no longer worth playing with."

"Don't you have an ancient creature to loan your body to?" she grumbled into her wine.

"Yes, that was most entertaining and obviously Silas has good taste." Elijah looked at the stage where Marcel was headed under heavy cheers.

"Aren't you the funny one today…" Rebekah said with a heavy disturbed sigh sending Kol another message.

I miss you. Come back soon, Elijah is making jokes. It's unnatural and I'm frightened.

The message made Kol smile and he easily replied Rebekah before putting his phone away.

Bonnie came down the stairs to check on his progression. "The priest won't be coming back today, your compulsion worked."

"It's strange that no one seems to be on Vervain in this town." he said before driving the hammer against the small piece of concrete that was left.

Now there was a big enough hole for them to cross over to the other side of the wall and Bonnie checked on her flashlight nearing him. "Are you sure about this?"

"A passage on the exact spot where you felt some sort of energy rush and nothing but unknown darkness ahead of us? What could possibly go wrong?"

Bonnie placed the flashlight under her chin giving her face a very scary look. "I can't think of anything." She replied serious.

Kol chuckled. "I'll go first." He took the flashlight from her hands but stopped before going through the wall, there was still time for a small advice. "Stay close to me but if anything happens, and I mean the smallest indication that something is wrong, I want you to run away as fast as you can and call Nik for help."

"I'm not leaving you behind." She easily said.

He pointed the light at her eyes blinding her, she had to cover her face with her hand.

"I know that you can't stop thinking about my extraordinary kissing abilities but now is not the time to warm up to me. I can't be killed but you can."

She pushed the light away and faced him fearlessly. "I can take care of myself and if you are about to go soft on me, I might just call Klaus now because that will get me killed. I need you all ruthless and emotionless when we step inside that wall because whatever Silas was hiding in there is very important to him."

"I'm in love with these affectionate little talks that we have." He looked into the dark ahead of him and then went inside.

Bonnie looked behind her a bit scared before going after him.

"Oh, when she gets weary... try a little tenderness, oh yes, oh yes, oh." Marcel sang perfectly in tune with the music.

The crowd was going crazy over his performance and he really got into it by the end of the song, grunting the lyrics loudly into the microphone and having every woman inside of the Pub ready to slip him over a phone number.

Everyone but Rebekah who was nauseated with all the sex appeal oozing from Marcel, she made way to the bathroom and opened the tab refreshing her face with cold water.

Marcel's voice was now muffled but she wasn't feeling that well, Rebekah used her wet hand to rub the back of her neck and suddenly the room was really spinning and she held on to the marble in front of her.

The bathroom door flew open and she looked up at the mirror immediately snarling upset.

"Yes, I added werewolf venom to the Tequila shot that she asked after the wine. We don't have much time, she will be out in a few seconds." Camille said into her phone.

She also added something that Rebekah couldn't tell what it was, her body slowed down and she tried fighting it but went face down on the bathroom tiles.

"Boston?" Caroline asked not sure if that was somewhere she wanted to go, she looked at Klaus who remained still as he was, she wrinkled her nose and dangled her legs up and down, she rested her chin on her hand and returned to the small laptop in front of her. "Chicago?" she asked typing the name and liking all the images that instantly filled her screen.

"You would have liked the city in the glorious 1920's. Now it has lost all of its glamour." He said still facing the ceiling without moving.

Caroline lingered her eyes on him a little more and then entangled her feet in the air moving her legs up and down lazily, she faced the laptop again and wrote Europe on the search engine.

So many breathtaking images appeared before her eyes and she was lost in them for a bit, she quickly hid the search when he moved in bed suspicious of why she went silent for the last minutes.

She felt his weight on her back, only a sheet covering them from the waist down separated their bodies and Caroline smirked. "Now that I'm tired, you decide to be all kinky on me."

She felt him softly laugh in her back and closed her eyes for a second when he moved his arm around her, his scent that now was embed into her skin always left her a bit powerless.

He touched the tab that she had minimized and all those cities appeared again. "Thinking outside the box, I see…" He whispered, his voice was like silk against her ear.

Caroline shrugged a little. "You want to leave New Orleans so why not set camp in some other country?"

Klaus rested on his side and stroked her naked shoulder.

She moved her head a bit so that she could see his eyes.

"I enjoy the idea." He said.

Caroline smiled. "Where do you want to go?"

Klaus moved again and typed something, then he pressed the Enter key and an entire page with very different images filled her screen.

"The Louvre?" she asked with wide open eyes.

"A little porn after sex, though I'm almost certain that it's done the other way around." He kissed her shoulder.

Caroline moved the page down relishing in all the paintings listed on the site of the famous museum, she forced herself to look away from the laptop and to him. "You want to move to France?"

"There's Paris, Nice, Cote-d'azur and Marseille… just to name a few cities that will leave you speechless. It's a beautiful country and I love the art in there and how everyone seems to live in a different world filled with light and fashion. Vous ne serez pas en mesure de résister." he smiled playing with the golden locks closer to her face. "You won't be able to resist..."

Of course that he spoke French and she melted with the accent, she was really excited over the idea and gave him that smile that made him want to do impossible things for her.

"All we need is to lay low while Bonnie does her thing and then we will leave the witches to deal with Silas or Evelyn, whoever survives that confrontation."

They were so close that his voice was low and slowly enchanting her because of the closeness. "Do you really think that Bonnie will find an access to her bloodline in Salem?"

Klaus nodded running his hand now across the ivory skin in her back. "If not, Kol will help her connect to other bloodlines and once she has that under wrap, she will be able to confine Silas' spirit to New Orleans. Without his body, he exists only in spirit and a spirit can be trapped, forced to stay in one place for eternity."

"And The Irish? What if he manages to free Evelyn?"

"He would need the Book of Silas and a very good witch for that. He will die trying and then my minions will hide the coffin in some forgotten cave."

Caroline tilted her head adorably smiling at him. "Have our minions said anything yet?"

He smiled with the little take over from the blonde and rested his hand over her waist, gently stroking the skin under his thumb. "Only that the coffin is protected by a spell that will kill whoever tries to open it."

"But you already knew that…" she poked his chest. "You are always a step ahead of everyone."

"I am. Except when I murder witches and they decide to cast very strange spells that have my sister pimping me for hugs."

Caroline laughed with his disturbed face, the same that he made when she told him all about the events that took over while he was acting as human.

"Did you extort me for hugs as well?" he asked with a lifted eyebrow.

Caroline shook her head. "You spent most of your day with Rebekah." She looked down from him. "You really don't remember anything?" she quietly asked him returning her eyes to him.

"Not a thing until I met Marcel on the corridor…" he cunningly kept a straight face analyzing hers. "Is there anything crucial that I should remember?"

Caroline rested her chin on her hand. "You went around the house smelling flowers."

He sighed resting on his back facing the ceiling again. "It's a blessing that I don't have any recollection of what I said or did."

Caroline's smile was big but she was keeping her sweet secret just for her and decided to have a little fun instead. "Well, there is one thing I regret…"

Klaus frowned looking at her puzzled.

"I'm pretty sure that you were a virgin before you were turned so that would have been epic. I Caroline Forbes…" she touched her chest with a smug smile. "… could have been the one to deflower Niklaus Mikaelson."

Klaus clenched his jaw not a bit amused.

"Imagine all the things that I could have done to you and it would have all stayed in the sanctity of this room." She opened her arms. "This bed would have witnessed history. The hostage ravaging her Master over and over." She looked at him about to burst into a roar.

"Your hidden abusive instincts are showing Caroline." He huffed upset and left the bed.

"Leaving so soon? There's no second round today?" she asked enjoying the view of his naked ass.

Klaus laughed on the way to the bathroom. "I'm going to have a shower. And you are not invited." He smiled before disappearing into the bathroom.

"I wasn't interested anyway…" she smiled amused with his little pouting moment.

"I'm never having sex with you again. I'm obviously now being objectified and I could have been molested by you Caroline. That's just wrong." He said from the bathroom.

Caroline rolled her eyes and focused on the laptop again. "At least I don't look like the Titanic lady who wanted to cuff you to her bed." She said loudly because the water was now hitting his body by the muffled sound that it made. "And I'm only fifty shades of crimson red baby." She whispered moving her head from side to the side and smiling.

"No more sex hostage. For eternity." He shouted from the shower.

Caroline swiftly moved her fingers on the keyboard and opened one of her bookmarked pages. "Really Nik?" she grinned decided to test his theory. "… my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they're like. It's better than yours, damn right it's better than yours, I can teach you, but I have to charge…" she sang in a low tune while dangling her legs and introducing her credit card number into the little square.

She hummed the song happily while ordering the tiniest and sexiest school uniform that she could find in the online shop.

"Let's see how long the grumpy master is able to resist the really innocent girl who has been naughty and needs detention…" she giggled unable to contain her evil plan on the makings.

The Irish rushed out of his house, he opened the back door of the van and smiled while the girl numbly woke from her slumber induced by the big cut on her forehead.

She shielded her face a little from the painful daylight.

"Welcome to Ireland, Miss Bennett." The Irish told the girl who now looked at him in terror.

Soundtrack:

On a cloud - Platinum Pied Pipers ft Karma Stewart

Try a little tenderness - Otis Redding

My milkshake brings all boys to the yard - Kelis