Klaus meets Caroline during season 2 but she's human...only she's not as nearly docile as her hoards of friends think ;)
Caroline chewed on her thumbnail, and stared at the unconscious man she'd left on her front porch. Her daddy had told her to never trust a man who promised he wasn't a serial killer and her momma had told her to never trust men. Her sex education speech had been short and quick.
"Baby girl, men are wolves. Keep your legs shut."
She hadn't gotten around to telling her mom about Tyler. Or telling Tyler she knew about his little fur problem. Probably for the best, as no one thought she'd be able to take care of herself. It usually worked in her favor, honestly. She liked being underestimated.
In the creepy serial killers defense, he probably hadn't expected the shotgun to catch him in the face or for her to shoot him in the chest. But she'd found her dad's journals years ago, and while she'd worried about possible insanity (was that genetic?) the whole softly worded order to open the door and to invite him in with blown pupils had decidedly spoken of vampire.
So she'd taken a chance and shot him.
The almost throwing up at the gore, she planned to keep to herself.
Now those blue eyes were fluttering open, and they looked pissed. Scowling right back, she held up the ring he'd been wearing between her fingers, the shotgun clutched carefully in the other.
"So, compelling teenagers is icky and rude. If you want this back, I think we're going to need to work out a deal."
When Klaus heals Caroline the first time, she takes her new lease on life and leaves Mystic Falls of her own volition. He's intrigued, but there are bigger fish to fry - until Liz refuses to help him when Caroline stops calling (Liz blackmailing Klaus is my ultimate dream, and she's worried, okay?). So, he has to track her down wherever she is in the world, and hijinks ensue. Does this help? :D
Caroline was willing to admit, very privately, that the mental freak out that she'd had hadn't been the best decision of her life. So after a month or so of avoiding the people who'd have known she was having a crisis, she called her mom. And hadn't that been a fun conversation?
Her mom hadn't gone to her friends with her concerns, but Klaus-Freaking-Mikaelson. The vampire who'd killed Elena, who'd turned Tyler into a hybrid, who's slotted Caroline as pawn on his mental chessboard. And whatever her mom had been helping Klaus with was important enough that he'd actually agreed to track her down.
"He wasn't gracious about it, baby. But I imagine he'll how up sooner or later."
Her mom being so nonchalant about basically blackmailing Klaus into hunting for her had left her flabbergasted and angry. She'd dreamed of his blood on her tongue, woken sweating from the remembered pain of Tyler's bite. Sometimes her dreams mingled the pain and looming death with Damon attacking her, and Caroline had gotten good at not sleeping.
She blamed all these things for her initial reaction to Klaus popping up days after her phone call. Her instinctual response had been to attack, and somehow Mr. Paranoid-Thousand-Years-Smarter-Than-You had been caught off guard. And she'd been left with a pile of temporarily dead hybrid in her hotel room.
She'd written him a note, strongly recommending that he remove the stick up his ass and go back to playing legos with people, because she was fine, her mom knew she was alive, bye. Pinned it to his chest. Hightailed her ass out of Amsterdam like it's been lit on fire.
He'd shown up in Rome and swiped her gelato. In London he'd slid into her carriage at the Farris Wheel and spent the ride critiquing her life chooses. By the time he turned up at the club she was at in Hong Kong, he'd made a nuisance out of himself in a dozen countries and spent five years pissing her off.
Not once had he offered to kill her. He'd alluded to all sorts of things (most of them dirty, a fair number of them cropping up in her dreams) but the threat she felt from Klaus wasn't particularly of the life threatening nature. In Barcelona he'd even pulled her out of that bar fight.
It was the only possible explanation for why she was kissing him. They'd been arguing over something ridiculous, it hardly mattered when he was quite willing to use his viper tongue for more than barbs. The heat of his hands crawling under her top was good too, the harsh noise in his throat when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra was as arousing as the way he toyed with her nipples. He was hot and hard, teeth a scrap down her lip, and her head pushed against the wall at her back and she tried to recall all the reasons this was a bad idea.
But as Klaus slotted a thigh between her legs and ground against her, his words rough praises against her skin, Caroline decided to let the rough beat of the bass and Klaus skillful everything sweep her away.
She had a ticket to Tokyo for tomorrow, anyway.
She wondered if he spoke Japanese.
kc + MONSTER KLAUS and journalist caroline known for investigating the bizarre :)))
The apartment was dark and dank, and it smelled faintly of old beer and fish. Wrinkling her nose in distaste, she glared at the broad back of the man digging through her purse.
"This place is disgusting."
A pair of amused blue eyes glanced back at her, and she kept her face set in mulish lines. She was lucky her throbbing ankle was enough of distraction, because complete and utter dick-waffle or not he was a stupidly attractive one that her body liked.
Most Chaos Demons were delicious, after all.
"It's not supposed to be romantic, love."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, is this where you leave the bodies until they can be disposed? It certainly smells like it."
An arched brow, a gorgeous smirk, and he was back to digging through her purse.
"Would it help if I knew what you were looking for?"
"Your recorder didn't have the SIM card."
Nope, that was tucked in her bra. She'd hidden it when it became apparent the wendigo were going to actually attack and she needed to run. She was pretty sure her camera man had made it, since he'd basically abandoned her when her heel had snapped.
Which was why her ankle felt like she'd lit it on fire, but there was no way in hell she was going to complain about that until she was at home. She supposed she should've been nicer due to whole being rescued thing, but since she was twenty percent certain Klaus had set the wendigo on her in the first place…
"Maybe it fell out."
A flat, disbelieving look and she smiled at him. Those fascinating eyes that were constantly shifting colors narrowed and she watched him scan her carefully. If he'd wanted her to be helpful, he shouldn't have put her on this couch. She was going to have to throw this jeans out, which sucked. Jeans that made her ass look this fabulous deserved better than a garbage heap.
"Caroline, someone was very interested in keeping whatever you found out of the press."
She widened her eyes. "Is that why they tried to kill me?"
Instead of irritation, that indulgent amusement was back on his face. "I admire your guts, sweetheart, and I'm certainly appreciative of the chaos you leave in your wake, but you're going to lose that pretty head of yours and then we're will you be?"
"Dead, obviously."
His smile was panty wetting hot. "If you're lucky."
His words, not so much.
Caroline held that gaze. "I'm a big girl. My job is to ferret out information. That your side of the city is full of such nonsense is alarming, but it keeps me employed. I also like my head where it is and I don't like your suggestion that am reckless in what I publish."
His tongue swiped across his lower lip. "Really? The doppelganger problem?"
"If I didn't print it, Lockwood would've and he'd have embellished it. I gave it facts, and limited the fallout. You should thank me."
"Silas?"
"A wanna-be god with a cult following. I thought you ate him?"
Now he was glowering and she glared back.
"Where is the SIM card?"
Lying to a demon was bloody impossible with words. They had a stupid internal lie detector that never failed. But sometimes you could lie with your body, if you were very, very careful. Holding his gaze, she shrugged a single shoulder.
Klaus snarled, the sound doing anything but frightening her. "I should peel you out of those clothes and do a body cavity search."
Caroline narrowed her eyes. "I'd find your precious alter, murder your priest even if I felt bad about it and burn your temple down."
He leaned forward, breath mingling with hers. "Aiming for a ticket to hell love?"
"Please, I was defending the plane from a chaos demon. My gods of choice would never convict me?"
A curl of his lips. "A pity. Someday, we must discuss your deity of choice, as I'd be willing to catch your soul, show you some sights. I bet you're delicious."
The hint of a purr in his voice stirred the first of flush of arousal through her blood. Cheeks warm, she bared her teeth. "I'm not telling you were the SIM card is."
His gaze lowered to her breasts, and he exhaled roughly as he stood. "Well, sweetheart, if that's how you feel, I suppose there isn't much I can do."
She eyed him suspiciously. "Where are you going?"
He paused in front of a mirror that had gone black. "To locate a wrap for that ankle and to pack a bag. If you aren't smart enough to keep from involving yourself, it seems I need to spend some time on your couch. As you said, I should thank you for the way you try to minimize the damage done to my people in the media. We'd hate for Lockwood to take over."
Caroline added traveling through mirrors as part of his skill set and scowled. He'd disappeared, leaving her in this pit of a hideout. That ass.
Klaroline + you just ate my dog! No I won't go on a date with you!
There was a hot dog on her desk. Arms crossed, she stared at it like it was a viper. It did not help that she was starving, her original hot dog having been stolen by Enzo's stupidly hot, annoyingly arrogant, ass of a friend. So instead of wolfing down the lunch she'd been promised, she'd ended up throwing an open container full of relish at his face.
Then she'd stomped off to her meeting, hungry and pissed. It's been the fastest negotiations she'd ever been part of and she might have to send her admin an apology cupcake for snarling.
Teeth clenched, she carefully moved towards what she supposed was a peace offering of sorts. The carefully written note said as much, but it was the inclusion of the offer for a real dinner that surprised her. Most people didn't take being used as a relish target practice, even with Enzo laughing his fool head off, as a weird sort of courting ritual.
He'd gotten her order right, the British guy with the dimples. Taking a bite, she considered his offer as she ate. Enzo had mentioned Dimples would be in town for a few days. Plenty of time for her to get a lay of the field before she decided if her lunch thief deserved the chance to apologize properly.
Klaroline + you're mother tried to have me assinated, I'm not coming to dinner!
"Mother won't be there," Rebekah said irritably. "I told you there was an argument."
"An argument is not a falling out, Bekah," Caroline growled. "Can you not see why'd I'd be uncomfortable with being around your family?"
"You didn't seem to have this much hesitation in being around Nik."
Caroline turned scarlet, and was thankful her friend couldn't see her. Rebekah would go from petulant to pissed if she knew the extent of how much she hadn't minded Klaus. She still couldn't look at her shower without a faint twinge of embarrassment at what he'd talked her into, how loud she'd gotten.
"Klaus saved my life," she deflected instead. "Your other brother tried to kill me."
"Finn is a momma's boy and I have made it clear I'll ship him his children in coffins if he tries it again. Oh, don't sound so outraged. His kids are menaces and I hate their mother."
"Why are we friends again?"
"Through sheer luck, you saved my life and so I've benevolently let you live. Nik and 'Lijah will be at dinner. Do not be late."
The ring tone was loud and Caroline cursed. There was no way she'd be able to hide the fact that she's had sex with Klaus with him in the room with her. She wasn't going to have to worry about Esther attempting to kill her a second time, Rebekah would murder her just as soon as she confirmed her suspicions.
Lip caught between her lip, she sighed.
It's been totally worth it, though.
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