Chaining Klaus up was a much hotter experience than Caroline had imagined, Of course, she knew he would make her pay for it later but it was still worth the price. To see him tied to the bed in restraints that were meant for her awoke a hunger she didn't know she had. Power was a craving she had become well acquainted with over the last few weeks, and the supernatural world thrived on it. You lived and you died by the power you wielded and Caroline fully intended to take all she could.

She stripped out of her dress, leaving her lingerie in place as she crawled up his spreadeagled body. To say Klaus was a very visual person was putting it mildly and she intended to put on a show. He was already at half mast by the time she took him in her hands and she looked upward, taking in the full view. He was straining not to lose control, but the veins around his eyes were already darkening with his monster. The manacles were a nice touch, although she doubted he truly was restrained, she knew from personal experience that hybrid strength was difficult to subdue.

"What are you waiting for, Caroline?" he eventually said."You have me right where you want me."

Caroline smiled at the first crack in his restraint. It had happened sooner than she expected and was exactly what she was waiting for,

"Patience," she said, as she sat astride him. Her panties were soaking and she had no doubt he could smell her arousal. She nudged the scrap of silk aside and slowly lowered herself onto his cock, relishing in the feel of him slowly sliding inside her. Tonight she was going to die again,and when she awoke, who knew what she would be? The only thing she knew for certain was that Klaus would be there for her when she awoke. How strange it was to trust this monster with her life...but she did.

She smiled down at him as she quickened her pace, palming her silk encased breasts as she arched her back, enjoying the tortured sound that came out of his mouth. Klaus Mikaelson, the Original Hybrid, was hers to do with what she wished and she was going to use the moment to her full advantage. She slid her hands down her body as she rode him, watching Klaus's face as it blossomed fully with his monster.

"New rule," she said, her smile turning predatory as she massaged her clit. "You can't come until I tell you."

A low laugh emanated from his lips. "Payback for yesterday, love?"

Caroline tossed her hair back, clenching her core around his cock as a warning. He arched up into her but didn't come and Caroline smirked down at him. "I'm about to come, Klaus, she said. "Have I ever said how much I liked coming on your cock?"

She flicked at her clit, sending herself over the edge as he strained under her, The orgasm flooded her senses as she gazed upward. She was never able to hide what she was when she was riding Klaus. Dark veins rippled over her cheekbones and blood stained the whites of her eyes.

"Caroline," he said huskily,as she came down from her high. "Please."

Caroline laughed as she gazed down into his hungry face. "Please what?" she taunted. "Please fuck you until I come again, please make you beg?" She ground down on his cock. " "Beg for me, Klaus, beg for my permission." She knew she was only moments away from another climax and the thought of him begging for her mercy was doing things to her she hadn't thought she was capable of feeling.

"Sweetheart," Klaus said softly. "Let me fill you up as you scream. You know you want it. My scent on your skin, my blood in your veins. Please, Caroline, let me come for you."

Okay, that was cheating. She felt herself shudder, her back bowing as she clenched around him again. "Come with me," she gasped out,

The bed jolted as the chains broke, and Caroline felt herself whirling in the air before she landed on her back. he didn't give her a moment to recover, just pounded into her brutally, as if in punishment. Caroline arched into the onslaught, welcoming it, as he pulled her arms over her head and clasped them there. With a shudder, he emptied himself inside her, pulling her into another orgasm as pain and pleasure melded, the sensation becoming too much to withstand.

He collapsed onto her and Caroline let out a shaky laugh. "You make a terrible submissive.".

He smiled into her shoulder. "I'll try to work on it, love." He wasn't even attempting to lie decently about it, Caroline thought, amused.

They lay there for a few minutes before Klaus moved. "It's time," he said. Caroline bit her lip as he slowly slid out of her. Klaus's plan still felt too surreal to believe. Did he really want to give her that much power?

"You're going to be magnificent, love," he said, as if catching her thoughts. "Just you wait."

The lights were on at her home when they arrived and Bonnie was waiting in the driveway.

She looked nervous but strangely determined. "Kol's creepy harem are here," she said.

Caroline glanced up at Klaus, who rolled his eyes. "A slight exaggeration, love, I only asked for two to come." He turned to Bonnie. "They have the icebox for the blood, I presume?" Bonnie nodded reluctantly, a worried expression on her face, and Caroline wondered how, exactly, Klaus persuaded her to do this.

"We should get this started," Bonnie said. "I've set everything up in Caroline's old bedroom.

"You go ahead love, I need to have a few words with the harem,'' Klaus said, and Caroline reluctantly left him behind in her living room as she climbed the stairs with Bonnie.

The first thing she noticed was a stake soaking in a basin of vervained water on her bedside table and Caroline stiffened as she realised it was White Oak. "Where did you get that?" she hissed lowly, hoping Klaus was too distracted to hear.

"It's part of the spell," Bonnie explained. "It was the devil to find but did you know there is an old bridge-"

Caroline put a finger to her lips and shook her head. "Tell him it was Stefan," she mouthed, and Bonnie's eyes narrowed but she nodded.

A moment later, Klaus entered the room, an amused smile on his face."Am I interrupting something-" Caroline saw the exact moment he registered the stake but she was still too slow. Klaus had Bonnie pinned against the wall, a chokehold on her throat before she could open her mouth.

"What game are you playing, witch?"

Caroline pulled at his arm, but it didn't budge. "It's part of the spell , Klaus," she said. "Let her go. She doesn't know what it is, just that she needed it for the ritual."

Klaus turned to look at her, his eyes narrowed. "You seem very certain of that?"

"Well, if you'd seen how easily she blabbed about how hard it was to get, you'd be certain too," she said.

"And where did she find it Caroline?" he asked, biting the words out.

Caroline was going to lie, that was her original plan after all, but something in Klaus's eyes told her it was a bad idea. "The same place I found it, Wickery Bridge," she said softly.

With a tilt of his head, he released Bonnie and smiled. "There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked. He lifted his other hand, revealing a blood bag. "Elena's donation to tonight's proceedings."

Caroline licked her lips, suddenly nervous. "Are you sure this is going to work?"

He reached out to stroke her hair. "Have you changed your mind?"

Had she? This was different from the first time she had been turned. Caroline had adapted quickly and even come to love being a vampire, but the first few days had been dizzyingly traumatic.

Caroline imagined saying no. and knew immediately that it really wasn't a choice. Choosing Klaus had meant she'd also chosen to put herself in the line of fire . Friend, foe or family, they would all attempt to use her to get to him. Becoming an Original would give her a level of protection she simply wouldn't have otherwise. She would become immune to compulsion and be impossible to kill. There would be other ways to hurt her, of course, but she could handle that. She couldn't handle losing Klaus. .

In her world, this was an offer she couldn't refuse. "Let's do this," she said, turning to Bonnie..

Bonnie sighed. You need to be drained of your blood first," she said. "I could set up an IV line or…?"

"I'll do it,." Klaus said hoarsely, and Bonnie nodded.

"You should probably take off your dress and underwear before lying on the bed. You don't want to get blood on them," she said to Caroline.

She nodded and untied the green cotton wrap dress she'd worn but left her underwear on, feeling strangely vulnerable. Klaus slipped off his shoes but left everything else on, as if sensing her mood. She looked at the bed of her childhood bedroom, remembering how Klaus had fucked her in it only a couple of days beforehand. Something told her this was the last time she'd think of this room as properly hers.

Klaus lay on the bed, over the covers, and waited for her, and Caroline toes off her shoes before climbing up beside him. She glanced at Bonnie out of the side of her eye and noticed how her friend busied herself with the bloodbag, slitting it open and pouring it into a large goblet glass. It was Elena's blood and strangely scented, as if something was mixed into it.

"Look at me, love," Klaus said, and Caroline did so, finding herself falling into his eyes.

"This is the last time you will ever be compelled," he said. "This will not hurt and you will not be afraid."

Caroline felt the compulsion take hold of her as he held her close and bit into her. She let herself fall into the usual endorphin rush that came with blood sharing and could feel herself getting aroused, despite the circumstances. She felt herself drift, and the room began to fade as he began to drain her in earnest, leaving only the sting of his venom behind. She could feel her skin tighten and her mind go fuzzy, she was desiccating. She should be terrified but all she felt was a strange euphoria as her eyes closed.

And then, a beat later, opened again.

The sting of sage irritated Caroline's eyes but she couldn't move. The solid warmth of Klaus's body was gone and a dark blur moved above her.

A dribble of blood seeped through her parched lips. It was Elena's blood but tainted somehow. Caroline didn't care at this point, she was starving. She tried to part her lips wider but, try as she might, she couldn't swallow. The concoction ooozed down her throat slowly, a taunting glimmer of sustenance.

"Caroline? We don't have long so listen to me." It was Bonnie, she was sure it was, but why hadn't she completed the spell yet? "Shit, stay with me, Care. There has to be a balance, you have to have a weakness for the spell to work. I used something rare so you should be safe, safer still if you keep it to yourself. It was the best I could do - and I'm sorry, Care, this is going to hurt."

The stake slicing through her chest and heart was agonizing, a searing pain that had her arching off the bed despite her desiccated state.

She was dying.

Where was Klaus?

Everything went black.

Klaus smelt the sage the moment he stepped onto landing and blurred into the room. The White Oak Stake was a burned husk in the Witch's grasp and there was a gaping hole in Caroline's chest. She was grey and dead, and Klaus felt a vicious stab of fear.

"Why didn't you wait for me, witch?" he asked coldly, wondering if he should kill her now.

"You were taking too long" she said, with a shrug of the shoulder. "I didn't want her to suffer the effects of your venom for too long. You have the blood?"

Something told him she knew exactly what he'd been doing. Caroline wouldn't be greeting her new life with bagged blood in her veins. Kol's supplicants were young and fit and always eager to open a vein for an Original. This time, Caroline would fully embrace her rebirth, he would make sure of it.

"Nobody can ever know what you did here," he said aloud

Yes, I did get the hint. Don't squeal or you'll kill me, she said exasperatedly..

Oh no, Bonnie Bennett, I'll do much worse than that, "Klaus told her flatly. "If you betray me or Caroline, I will first turn you, and then I will compel you, and you will be mine to do as I please with for eternity.". He smiled down at her, baring his fangs.

"Caroline would never forgive you," Bonnie said softly.

"Never is not a word that applies to Caroline anymore," he said. "Besides, I think you're forgetting something, love. In the end, she chose me."

The witch scowled at him, but didn't disagree. "It won't be like the first time, she'll awake soon and I don't think I should be here for that."

"Afraid she'll snack on you, love?" he taunted, and she glared at him but said nothing more before she left.

The door opened again a few minutes later, and a girl stepped in, She was dark of hair and dark of eyes and definitely Kol's type. She was also B positive. Klaus pointed at a stool at the base of the bed and she obediently sat. .The girl's service to Kol was of the generational variety and her family has been breeding offerings for his brother's table for centuries. It made her uniquely pliant and willing, even without compulsion, but Klaus had never found the practice particularly appealing. He had always preferred hunting humans to collecting them. Maybe it was the wolf in him. .

A gasp left Caroline's lips, and her chest heaved with a pained breath. Klaus felt his heart clench at the sight. Her skin was still veined and grey, and her lips parched, but the wound in her chest had healed.

"Klaus," she said and he pulled her to him.

"It's alright love. I've got what you need right here." He beckoned for the girl and she stood slowly, dropping her robe to the floor. Her hips swayed as she crawled up the bed.

Caroline reached out to touch her. "So pretty," she murmured, pulling her close as the girl obliging arched her throat. Klaus watched, fascinated as Caroline's new fangs flashed from her receding gums and she struck. By the time the girl realised she was in danger it was too late to struggle. Caroline drank deeply, only raising her head to look at him as her meal exhaled her last breath. The desiccation had receded but her skin was still tinged grey

"Hungry," she murmured, shifting against him, and the body fell off the edge of the bed.

"I know, love," Klaus murmured, as the door opened again and the boy entered. He had olive skin and blue eyes, and his cock was already at half mast. His eagerness faded quickly as he noticed the corpse on the floor but it was already too late for him to run. Caroline was already stumbling towards him like a newborn foal.

"Hi," she breathed and then fell upon him, pulling him to the floor as she drained him dry. Klaus got up from the bed and padded across the room. She looked up at him, her skin and eyes now clearer.

"I need more," she said, getting to her feet. Klaus could already see the new layer of undiluted strength in her movements. An Original vampire, even a newborn one, always had a distinct advantage over other vampires. Klaus laughed as he brushed her hair away from her blood streaked face.

Hello, love," he said. "Welcome to invulnerability." He watched her shudder under his touch, her breasts pebbling. Sex was a common way to sublimate hunger, but he remembered Bonnie's warning. What Caroline needed now was a lot of blood. He could feed her the blood bags downstairs but what would be the fun in that?

"Les get dressed, love," he said. "It's time to hunt."

The sky was beautiful. It glowed with a blanket of stars she'd never noticed before and Caroline gazed upward in wonder as they left the house. The air twitched with new sounds and scents that almost had a life of their own, pulling and tugging at her as she tentatively walked down the driveway. Klaus placed a warm, possessive hand on her back as he steered her towards the SUV, but something within Caroline rebelled against being cooped up the vehicle. She could hear the heartbeats fluttering in the house next door, the soft sighs they made as they slept, and felt herself drawn to their door. Wanting to pull them into her arms and bite into them, feel their frail bodies come undone as she drained them dry.

Oh god, had she become a Ripper?

She must have said something aloud, because Klaus gently murmured against her ear. "It's the magic, love, and the fact you were completely drained beforehand. Becoming an Original through magic is not like being turned with blood. It's a struggle, especially when you're starving." He helped her into the car and buckled her in. She sniffed at the scent of rubber and petroleum enveloping her. It was as if all her senses were dialled up to eleven.

"Where are we going?" she asked, as Klaus got into the driver's seat and started the engine.

"Not far," he promised and Caroline gazed out the window as Mystic Falls flew by the window, a blur of street lighting and neon. Voices wafted in the air, laughter and conversation, and Caroline dug her nails into her palm in an effort not to throw herself out the door and run after it. A hand fell on her knee and squeezed.

"There are hunters in the woods," he said. "Part of mother's retinue. I thought we might have a little fun."

A thrill ran through her at the thought of getting some payback for earlier. "Yes," she said, feeling her fangs run out at the thought of it.

They crossed over the bridge and onto the Lockwood lands, and Klaus pulled over to the side. Caroline eagerly jumped out, peering into the woods. Within moments, Klaus was at her side again. "Remember, love, they have witches, so a full frontal attack is not on the cards. What we need to do is peel off some of the laggards - thin their herd, so to speak."

He placed a finger to his lips and pulled her under the shelter of the trees. Even in the shadowy dark of the forest she could still see everything with crystal clarity. He pointed to their left and Caroline listened. There were two humans moving through the woods and trying their best to be silent.

Klaus smiled down at her, his blood lust evident in his eyes. He pointed at himself and then in the direction of the hunters, his hand slicing a direct route through the air. He then pointed at her, and made a wide circling movement. She nodded her understanding and he squeezed her hand before letting it go and stalking into the underbrush.

She circled around, easily keeping tabs on the human's movements. Klaus was more difficult, and she suspected he brushed against the occasional tree to let her know where he was.

The hunters had crossbows in their hands and wore amulets that stank of vervain around their necks. They looked like some kind of patrol and Caroline wondered whose idea they were - Finn, perhaps?

Their heartbeats rattled in their chest and they were obviously in a heightened state of fear. It made them jumpy, and their scent scratched against Caroline's hunger. She sensed rather than heard Klaus's movement to her left and then he stepped onto the trail in front of them.

"Good evening, gentlemen," he said, and the hunters fired their bows at him. He shrugged off the bolts as if their were nothing, and snatched the first hunter before he could even drop his bow.

The other hunter made a break for freedom and Caroline felt her instincts ramp up and take over. She sped after him, easily catching him, and felled him as she buried her fangs into his throat. He thrashed underneath her and she moaned. The adrenaline and fear in his blood produced a heady cocktail in her mouth that flowed richly down her throat. Caroline knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that this was the way a vampire was meant to feed.

There was a crackle of leaves, and Caroline's eyes flicked up. It was Klaus and he was watching her.

"It's the difference between farmed and fresh, love," he said softly. "Delightful, isn't it?" His wolf eyes glowed white in the moonlight and Caroline watched as his tongue traced his lower lip, licking away the last traces of his own kill. She felt another hunger flare inside her and she tightened her grip on the hunter and drained the last of his life blood. All her doubts and fears fell away. This was her world now. Here is where she belonged.

She rose from her kill and stepped over the corpse, silently unknotting the tie of her dress. A warm breeze fluttered through the forest and Caroline could still hear the mice in the fallen leaves and the owl hunting overhead. The indigo light of the night sky glittered through the leaves, bathing the forest floor. She tried to imagine how this new world would look like in the sun and thrilled at the thought.

But first she wanted to feel Klaus inside her again, his blood and his cock. Her need for him engulfed everything else as she stalked across the forest floor, and she remembered Stefan's words from the time she was first turned like they were a taunt. Would her appetite always be this heightened?

She shrugged the thought away as Klaus reached for her. Right now it didn't matter. Right now she was going to get exactly what she wanted.

Watching Caroline hunt and feed was a revelation, and Klaus was determined to replicate the experience as soon as possible. The moonlight made her sleek curves gleam as her dress fell away and she smiled at him with bloodstained lips as he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, tasting her kill on her lips.

Caroline reached for his jeans and freed his cock, stroking him eagerly as he hardened for her. His mouth fell to her throat, dragging his fangs along her skin, teasing her as he pulled her to the ground with him, and watching as she slipped a hand into her panties and touched herself. He had remade her into this, predatory and ambitious, with a lust for life that rivalled his own. She was perfect.

"Like what you see?" she asked coyly, as he palmed a breast, feeling her nub harden under the lace.

"Always love," he said. He pulled her panties down, watching her play with her clit as he trailed a hand along her entrance. The excitement of her first hunt had primed her well. He slipped a long finger inside her, delighting in the way she arched against him..

She looked quite the sight. Her blonde hair silvered by the night, her veins and fangs on full display. Caroline always had a light in her but now it burned, sharp and deadly and all his.

Unable to resist any longer, he splayed her thighs wide and sank into her, relishing the mewl of pleasure she gave when he stretched and filled her. She had been magnificent tonight. A predator unshackled by doubt. He ripped her bra way, wanting to see every inch of her, and her hands clawed at his back, drawing blood through his shirt.

"Harder,"Caroline demanded."Fuck me harder." He shifted, and angled his thrust, and was rewarded by her mouth falling open, fully revealing her fangs. His magnificent alpha female, writhing on his cock.

He struck at her throat and was rewarded with the rich taste of her new blood; the fresh magic of a new Original line. He felt her fangs sink into the line of his throat as she wrapped herself around him and the blood bond snapped into place with a strength it never had before. He could feel her coming around him, little shocks that flowed and ebbed with the pull of her mouth. It was intoxicating and addictive and, as he bottomed out inside her, he came with a force he hadn't felt in centuries.

They lay, shuddering on the forest floor, the scent of their kills still permeating the air as they struggled to pull themselves together. He knew they needed to move; bury the bodies and make their way back home.

But right now Klaus wanted to savour this moment. Caroline was now one of them; destined to be at his side and strong enough to withstand it and, if this night was any indication, has a natural ruthlessness that would serve them both well.

And he had her loyalty, he thought, as he felt himself harden inside her again. How much sweeter it would be when she grew to truly care for him, their blood bond would be unassailable. He thrust into her, feeling her melt and sigh at the sensation.

They had a few more hours until dawn, he intended to use them well.