Prompt: if you're writing drabbles, how about something to do with succubus!caroline?

Caroline remembered being human. She remembered the pain of her death on a Spring Break gone wrong, the low chanting of witches as the knife plunged into her chest over and over, the burn of salt and ash. The way moonlight had turned their blood black and sweet, when she'd woken with a voracious hunger and claws.

Becoming a demon wasn't all bad. Caroline had always liked sex, had enjoyed the games played to get it. She liked being the aggressor, knowing that she was the predator now.

Predictably, she wasn't particularly fond of witches. So when she felt that first shift in the air that spoke of magic, she started hunting. For all that witches had created her, few expected her to hunt them. Male or female, her appetites didn't discriminate. Death or sex fed her easily, and tonight she had death on her mind.

The last witch she'd killed had cried. Caroline wasn't much for tears, she preferred other more volatile emotions on her tongue. She was considering all the ways she could inspire the correct cocktail of feelings, when she caught sight of the witch.

And more importantly, who she was with.

Vampires.

Caroline had bedded one or two in her decades of living, found them fun. Particularly, their stamina. Most humans were a delicious meal, but a vampire was a banquet. A little blood for payment of services rendered, and she could toy with them for hours, wrap them up in whatever sexual haze she'd chosen, and by morning she was deliciously sated, the grinding need in her bones quieted.

But vampires were also possessive, and she'd no wish to interfere with their games. Sighing in disappointment, she blinked when one of the vampires looked up. A tumble of curls, intense blue eyes, his gaze locked curiously with hers. Caroline was impressed. Very few, even among the undead, realized her otherness. Unlike folklore suggested, she hardly smelled of sulphur, and what she carried beneath her skin hid along her marrow.

But those eyes were old and curious, a delicious hint of greed as his gaze dragged down her skimpy outfit. His interest caught the table's attention, and she saw the witch start, heard her murmured warning.

Succubus.

Her lips curled, and she lifted her fingers to wave at the uneasy witch, let a hint of her truth show in her eyes. Caroline was startled by the flash of heat, that burning curiosity shifting to something far more blatant. Amused, curious herself, she gave a moment to study that handsome face before turning and walking away.

If she put a little more sway into her movements, all that was her business. She felt eyes on her as she hinted, her body and scent a lure. She only glanced back once, fingers curled through her choice of dinner, to find the vampire watching her with glittering gold sparks in his eyes.

Mischief rode her, and she dropped her perfect facade. Smiled at him with her delicate fangs, the endless black of her eyes before turning away. The skin between her shoulder blades burned even after the door to the club shut behind her.

kc + accidental bed-sharing + "oops, how do I tell you I have a tail/scales/wings neatly tucked under my clothes". Pretty please :) ?

Klaus still thought she was human. An interesting one he couldn't compel but nothing more than curious anomaly. Caroline had intended to keep it that way for a very, very long time.

But all that was about to go down the toilet. Teeth grinding together, she stared at the door in front of her and generally wished she could burn it down. Bonnie has locked her in this room with Klaus, and from everything she'd heard muttered outside the door, they were taking Elena and running. Leaving her to be the sacrificial lamb in their wake.

For the first time in her life, Caroline understood why her ancestors ate people.

"I hope you understand, sweetheart, that not even your delightful entreaties will save your friends once were free."

Caroline compressed her lips and refused to answer. The sun had set, the chill of a fall evening had settled over the house, and the air conditioning was a hum against her ears. She clenched her teeth to keep them from chattering. Before her dad's death he'd assured her that it was only a temporary side effect of her growing. Caroline was fine with hot baths and crawling beneath the covers, but she was dreading this winter.

She blinked when Klaus was suddenly in front of her, staring down at her from where she sat on the bed. There was rage behind his eyes, a tangible brush of danger, but it wasn't directed at her personally.

"Nothing to say?"

"Nope."

Those pretty eyes narrowed, gold bleeding into blue, but whatever biting comment he planned to deliver died as she shivered at a draft. He blinked, eyes glancing around the room before returning to her unhappy face. "Cold?"

"No."

Both brows arched upwards and Klaus studied her. "Lying doesn't suit you."

She glared mutinously back and he shook his head, amusement curling his lips. Instead of immediately commenting, his gaze shifted to take stock of their prison. Their mattress was bare, a single fitted sheet streak across the bed. There was a small bathroom attached, which her bladder appreciated, but no real supplies.

"I don't believe your friends thought much of your comfort."

"They locked me in here with you."

"Point. Scoot."

"What?"

"As minimal as the change in temperature, your lips are turning blue. We don't know how long they intended to trap us, and what use are you as a snack if you're frozen?"

Caroline scrambled back as he approached her and she shook her head. "I'm fine."

She could have sworn he nearly rolled his eyes, and then the searing heat of his fingers wrapped around her wrist left her gasping. Klaus froze, brows tucking together, and his fingers moved slowly against the unnatural roughness of her skin. She worried her lip as those ancient eyes returned to her face.

"I believe you've been keeping secrets," he said lowly, and her breathing hitched as he moved to cup her cold fingers between his. She shivered, as the hybrid heat of him sank into her frozen hands. "What are you changing into, Caroline?"

Miserable, bare toes curled under her, she glared at him. "You wouldn't believe me."

A hint of a smile. "Try me."

She promised herself that one day, she'd eat one of the Salvatores whole, regardless of the inevitable indigestion. Her teeth were chattering in earnest now, and she hated that her body's way of acclimating to her beast was to temporarily turn her cold blooded.

Klaus smiled slowly at her, dipped his head to inhale the scent of her skin. "Your disguise is nearly perfect. You smell human, even now, with the texture of your skin beneath my fingers. Are these tiny scales? Tell me what you are Caroline, and I'll let you have whatever you need."

Her tone was mulish when she finally answered him. "Dragon."

The utter delight of his expression startled her, but was soon dismissed for more pressing matters. Klaus didn't seem to mind as she burrowed into him, obligingly lying on his back, so she could curl around him, toes sliding beneath the denim of his Jean clad legs.

"This might be better if we were naked," he drawled, fingers trailing down the nape of her neck. She grunted a negative response, and he laughed. Caroline had no doubt his mind was whirling, questions and plots forming in his agile mind. She supposed she could forgive him that, when he was being so obliging as her own personal space heater.

Caroline had little intention of sharing any additional information with him, not when she was still so vulnerable. It would take years before she'd finished growing, could reasonably expect up hold her own against him. But that was tomorrow. Tonight, she cuddle with a nightmare and worry about the rest later.

Probably fantasizes out the way Damon would scream as she tossed into the air, jaws opened wide.

A prompt for your mini-drabbles: C:"I took a calculated risk!" K:"Which proves that you didn't just skip your geometry lessons, you're simly bad at math!" (Go in whichever direction feels right 😊 )

Caroline throw the vase at his stupid, smug face. She relished the way his eyes widened as he sidestepped, and she bared her teeth at him. She'd known this was a terrible idea. Stupid British agents who felt like their accent and preference for tea left him superior.

"That was expensive."

"It's a goddamn pity it didn't hit you in the face."

His smile was mocking. "Well, Agent Forbes, it appears you do have a temper after all."

She growled at him, and the smugness vanished from his face. "I did my part of this stupid mission. May I suggest you now do yours? The sooner we get done the sooner I. An pretend that you do. Not. Exist."

Something like a challenge flared in those blue eyes she been stupid enough to admire. "You believe I'm so easily forgotten?"

Caroline dragged her furious gaze down the gloriously lean lines of him, lingered at the strength of his shoulders. Shrugged. Lied through her teeth. "What's memorable?"

Spinning on her heel, she ignored the sharp pain in her arch, fingers grilling her heels tightly. She didn't slow, at his lowly murmured challenge, determined to ignore the ass.

"We'll have to see about that, sweetheart."

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