Klaus and Caroline share a bloody mess
Klaus bent over Caroline dreaming away under the covers of her bed. He had to show her what their life could be like; she had to understand that he needed her. She was no longer something he could ignore, he tried to let her die but something stopped him. Now she needed to see how much these emotions ran his life amuck. Gently Klaus sat on the edge of the bed, trying not to wake her.
Caroline shifted in her sleep rolling towards him, her hands brushing against his thighs. Klaus smirked seeing her face quirk into a small smile not breaking from her dreams as she breathed in deeply no doubt taking in his smell. She sighed softly in her sleep, clenching the sheets as a sweet smell drifted upwards to Klaus from the apex of her legs. His breath hitched, a large wolfish grin brightening his face realizing when Caroline was relaxed the mere smell of him spiked arousal in her.
His eyes twinkled as he thought of another dream to give her instead of the trip to Paris like he planned. Shifting closer he leaned out a hand to her right temple, cupping the side of her face and easing himself into her subconscious. Klaus began sending images of slow hands kneading every inch of her skin with heated kisses trailing down her neck and on down her body to places he had not had the privilege of witnessing yet.
Soon Caroline was writhing in the sheets and at his mercy, her mind being deliciously tortured by his imaginations. Gold curls tossed back and forth as she tried to grasp on anything to anchor her to, trying to fight for control in the dream. Klaus only smiled knowing he was in complete control.
His own body was responding, his pants becoming painfully tight at the vision of beauty in front of him, her whole body shivering at his mental caress. Her scent was overpowering him and Klaus fought to keep his body in control, weeks of pent up desire crumbling his fortifications.
No longer able to take the images flowing from him into her and the sight of her breasts pressing against the thin tank top Klaus reached over to touch her flushed skin. The heat radiating off her urged him further, to let himself enjoy her flawless. Just as he reached the swell of her breasts a sound pegged off the front door. Klaus twitched his ears, the blackness in his eyes switching from desire to feral hatred in less than a second.
Closing his eyes he slowed the pounding in his heart and willed his already engorged member to still itself. He breathed in deeply and morphed into the perfect predator as a multitude of heartbeats thumped wildly outside the house. Caroline moaned in her sleep, her face crinkling as the heated dream she was in progress of stopped. Klaus flicked his eyes open and in one swift movement shook her awake, placing a hand over her mouth.
Caroline, disoriented and upset from her sleep burned her eyes into his attempting to call out. Klaus simply held a finger up to his lips and then pointed to his ears. Caroline furrowed her brow her face still flushed pink from her dream. Klaus then saw her eyes widened in surprise and a hint of fear; he realized she must have heard the noises and human heartbeats that had them surrounded. Seeing her recognition of what was going on and that fear turn to anger, Klaus dropped his hand from her lips.
"What is going on?" she hissed, barely audible.
Klaus shot her a furious look, unsure himself. He didn't know of anyone who had gotten the slip on him unless somehow the hunter from the island Rebekah talked about had friends in Virginia. He was not in the mood to deal with people who thought they could attack him. His blood pumped in boiling rage understanding that the people were here for Caroline not him, they most likely didn't know the most powerful supernatural being was waiting for them inside the Forbes' home. Caroline was crawling out of bed, not making a sound as her feet stepped on the floor revealing her nightwear.
She padded over the floor, the only clothing the blue cami and matching lace boy shorts, the firm curve of her behind teasing him as she walked over to the window. A distinct click of metal sounded outside, the sounds of wooden bullets sliding into the deadly chambers of guns ready to fire. Klaus used all his speed to reach Caroline when in chorus clicks of the guns fired and struck the window. Glass shattered into the room, riddling shards across the room as loud thumps of grenades thumped into the room after another chorus of bullets.
Klaus already shoved Caroline under the bed away from the damage all her possessions being destroyed, his fangs bared ready to hunt his prey. The grenades went off with wooden spikes and vervain filling the room and voices shouting in tandem. The vile mist burned exposed skin but Klaus could care less, the pain not stopping him from ripping the head off the first person who entered the room.
Roaring from the blood entering the air, feral need kicked in as Klaus threw the head out the window with gruesome pleasure. He meant it as warning to the others that the baby vampire they all expected was the not the supernatural they were going to get. He grinned when he heard them press further into the house, he needed a good kill. Chest panting Klaus zoomed through the house ripping throats out at a leisurely pace drinking his fill from some and just tearing guts out of others.
It was exhilarating and freeing the power and metallic flavor everywhere around him. Klaus could feel the redness cling to his face with each kill, certain his chin and neck were drenched. He stood in the center of the living room death coming to collect the bodies around him, high on the feeling. His high was broken by a feral cry in Caroline's room. It was a siren's call, full of vampiric strength and power.
Klaus blurred to the room to see Caroline kneeing a man in the chest his body bending forward in pain-the knee broke ribs. She grabbed his neck and twisted it one swift breath, he crumpled him to the floor in instant death. The man joined a couple others lying on the ground all equally dead and a few drained. Klaus smirked impressed at Caroline's prowess; she always was one of the most powerful baby vampires he had known.
A small hiss of pain escaped her lips, Klaus circling round to her front noticed he hadn't shielded her from all the wooden bullets, some had found home in her stomach. Caroline was furiously digging at them trying to reach but the pain too great, her cami now stained dark purple. She glanced up to Klaus finally and his whole body ignited again, blood smeared across her lips and tiny specks of the crimson liquid splattered on her face. It was an instant turn on for him, blood the best aphrodisiac.
"That was disgusting," she mumbled trying to push down the guilt about killing four people.
Klaus just stood there unsure what to say, if he could say anything. First there had been panic about her getting hurt but this was Caroline, he should have known better. She could hold her own and the four people lying on the ground were proof. Her face contorted into pain again, the wood bullets still embedded without a second thought, Klaus reached over and tore the cami from her the fabric no longer blocking the wounds.
"This is going to hurt Caroline."
Without any other warning he thrust his fingers into her stomach and yanked out the offending objects and tossed them away with disdain. Caroline gasped and lurched forward grabbing onto his stained jacket, the wounds steadily knitting together to leave behind flawless skin adorned with red. The danger now passed Caroline attempted to pull herself back from his grasp but Klaus had no desire to let her go.
They were both so focused on the bullets that her undressed state didn't register. Caroline stood in Klaus' arms with nothing but a swatch blue lace about her hips, her chest completely exposed to him. She flushed red at the recognition but Klaus wouldn't let her pull away instead pulled her flush against him. Every curve was pressed perfectly and the sensation of her breasts got his blooding plumping faster. The spell of her surrounded by blood and power over death was glorious, a bloody goddess and an equal.
"Klaus," she whispered lowly almost a moan.
Her eyes flickered up to his her eyes glowing dark, she was as caught up in the spell just as he was. It was enough to send Klaus over the edge and he flung her back to her bed, sweeping away the debris that landed there. A growl left Caroline her eyes flashing dangerously black, springing from the bed before Klaus could pounce and shoved him against her wall. The great force turned him on even further the constant surprise of her actions one of the traits he delighted about her.
Her lips slammed onto his with a punishing force, the animals in both of them awake and on the prowl. Klaus ran his tongue over the seam of her lips, Caroline automatically parting her lips to allow him entrance. Twirling her around, he shoved her up against the wall, Caroline jumping up to wrap herself around him. It was a battle of dominance between them, their tongues and mouths not moving fast enough for the other.
Klaus determined her taste was almost as blissful as fresh blood itself. Breaking from her hungry lips he kissed down a trail of blood that flowed down her chest, sucking each tiny morsel of life up, staining his lips. The blood rolled to the tip of her breast, generously coating the soft skin and perky nipple. He lapped up the delicious stream kneading the other breast and eliciting soft moans from Caroline as she clasped her hands in his curly hair. She arched her back against the wall pressing her breast to his mouth in encouragement.
It was an intoxicating spell of blood and flesh as he pressed further south drinking up the blood from her stomach replacing it with heated kisses. Caroline was feverishly twisting about trying to tear his clothes from him. She wretched him upwards once again capturing his lips with hers achieving her goal from ripping the shirt clean off him, his belt and pants following after.
Klaus pulled away from her with a Cheshire grin, this wild side of her was breathtaking. Caroline was already stroking his member, trying her best to get him buck against her to relieve the heat of her core. Klaus pulled back not letting her have the power she wanted over him. He started this with a dream where he had her mewling in blissful pleasure and he was going to ensure she was doing the same before the night was done, just awake this time. They were two animals staking claim on another, drunk on each other, drunk on death, and drunk on blood—true vampires.