AN: Written for klaroline AU Week, day 6: Mythical creatures. Prompt by nemesis729 on tumblr. Hope you like!
Beta work by the always wonderful CKhybrid.
KC: "I was an awful angel and as punishment I have to be your guardian angel and wow your super cute and nice but I still hate you"
Caroline didn't really believe in that "turn the other cheek" and "kill them with kindness" crap all guardian angels were taught.
Like, seriously, sometimes, she wanted to do less guarding and a lot more killing while observing her subjects.
Humans could be so damn moronic.
Like that Gilbert girl, caught between the two brothers and if someone asked Caroline, neither of them was worth the trouble.
The least she could do as a guardian angel was give those mortals a little push to set them on a right path.
Unfortunately, that didn't sit right with her Boss at all and he accused her of interfering too much.
Her last assignment had been the final nail in her coffin. So to speak.
"Someone's in trouble, Gorgeous," Enzo sang with glee, although his eyes appeared a bit solemn. He was usually the go-between guy for the Guardian Squad and over the centuries, they had forged a tentative friendship. It was filled with squabbles and banter and even some drunken shenanigans whenever he could descend from the skies to the mortals, his duties usually keeping him busy.
"What is it, this time? Is it about the younger Salvatore? Because I honestly didn't mean to scare the douche that hard. But come on, that guy had some nerve, leaving his girlfriend with no word and fleeing to Europe with some chick that appeared out of nowhere. He had it coming."
"You've shaved his hair when he was asleep, Gorgeous," Enzo stated gravely.
"He'll save a fortune on conditioner," she scoffed.
Enzo rolled his eyes, suppressing the grin that was threatening to light up his face. "And will spend it on hair-growth products. But never mind. It's about the O'Connell case." His tone was serious now.
"So, I've gone a tiny bit overboard. It's not a big deal," Caroline sighed dramatically.
"You've set her wardrobe on fire," her friend noted stoically, somewhat used to her antics by now.
"Well, someone had to get rid of those granny clothes. I did her a favour, really," she almost shuddered, recalling the bartender's heinous choice of unflattering cuts and unforgiving patterns.
"What about her boyfriend?"
"You mean that biker that was using her as a soundboard for his man pain? She's a psych major, she really should know better. Honestly, I did…"
"Her a favour? Gorgeous…" Enzo sighed, exasperated. "This was your last strike."
"Seriously?! I've been so good...mostly," she whined, fidgeting.
"You know how the Big Guy is. I've tried to convince him but he thinks a little...exile will do you good,"
"Exile?" Swallowing hard, Caroline asked weakly.
"Gorgeous...You're being sent to hell."
And that's how she had landed here, set with the ridiculous task of being the devil's guardian angel.
Aka Niklaus Mikaelson. Aka, the most annoying being in Hell, Heaven and Earth.
What had she done to deserve this, again?
"Well, from what I've heard, sweetheart, you've been a very naughty girl," Klaus' husky voice rang in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
Oops, did she say that out loud?
"Seriously? Could you be more creepy?" Caroline snorted, facing him with a determined look in her eyes, fingers clutched on the stack of papers she was holding. "And my name is Caroline. I understand you're a bajillion years old but one small detail like this should be easy to remember."
"Caroline, then," her name rolled off his tongue in a delicious wave of raspy timbre and accent, making Caroline regret her earlier insistence. It was just too damn..tempting. How on earth did he come with an accent like this?
Focus, Caroline.
She had come to his office with a mission and she wouldn't fail. She was Caroline Forbes, for god's sake.
"Right," she stuttered, searching for something vigorously in the documents as she tried to pull herself (and her hormones) together. "So after that far too long prelude, can we get to the point? I wanted to talk to you about our action plan." She handed him a huge colour-organized chart.
"You know I'm all yours, sweetheart," Klaus crooned, peeking at the paper before returning the full heat of his gaze towards her.
"I'll pass," she ground out. "So, back to the plan. I thought now that we've finished Phase One and most of the apartment complexes are in the final stages of construction, we could move on to Phase Two. That means development of all kinds of facilities...some pools, entertainments units, Netflix. Then we could probably progress to Phase Three and start with some organized events, group activities, that sort of thing. I actually…"
"Ah-ah-ah, hold your horses, love. I did not agree to any of this. I can see no reason I should trouble myself with ordering this Netflux you speak of," he smirked again, casually leaning back in his armchair. He revelled in how upset he'd made her, admiring those glorious sparks of anger flashing in her eyes.
"Really, Klaus?!" Caroline's arms flung to her head in a dramatic gesture. She was actually close to stomping her foot. "We've talked about this! One, it's Netflix, grandpa. Two, I've told you like a hundred times already - no one will want to go to hell if you keep this up! You need to keep up with the times!"
Looking entirely too amused, he slowly flicked his tongue along his lips. Her body tensed in response, arousal slowly coiling in her belly. Klaus was too attractive for her own good and he was very well aware.
On Earth, Caroline used to notice all those hot hunky men - just because she was an Angel, didn't mean she was a saint, okay? Still, she had never felt a desire so carnal until she met Klaus. But then, he would open his stupid perfectly-shaped mouth and spoke in that absolutely delicious accent - only the words coming out never failed to annoy the crap out of her, breaking the charm.
"If I'm not mistaken, you're supposed to want less people in hell, aren't you, Caroline? You're an Angel, after all." His tone was clearly mocking when he stood up, sauntering over to the other side of his desk, only inches between them now.
"I hate you," she seethed through her teeth. It had been a months-old argument between them by now, ever since she had arrived. Backing down was not an option.
Stamping her foot angrily, Caroline rang on the huge obsidian bell again. She had been waiting forever and her patience had been long gone. She had no desire to be here but if there was no way to get out if this, she would face the devil head on, not camp out at the gates of hell.
The guard took ages to let people in. That had been the first offence.
When the scruffy looking demon finally opened the gates, Caroline was met with another disappointment. Having heard some stories here and there, she had expected lavish parties, champagne fountains and a sinful opulence and luxury all over.
That so was not the case.
For one, accommodations were atrocious. Common bathrooms? Hell no!
Then, there was the fact it all seemed kind of...boring.
The only thing not boring in hell was its master. Klaus. Although Caroline would never admit that out loud.
After she sprang into his office for the first time, set on giving him a piece of her mind, Miss Southern Heaven style, his gorgeous face, those dirty blond curls and sinful lips made her literally stop in her tracks.
All that stopped her from humiliating herself and drooling all over him was the blood dripping body hanged in the far corner of his office. When what she mistook for a carcass gave out a series of low painful moans, Caroline realized she had caught Klaus mid-torture.
"Ah, my fallen guardian angel. I've been expecting you, love." Wiping his red-stained hands in the handkerchief, he reached out and kissed her palm, chuckling once she scrunched her nose in response.
"My name's Caroline. Torture, really? Isn't it a bit medieval?"
"I see you're trying to set me on the path of righteousness straight away. You will come to see I'm not so easily swayed, sweetheart. But perhaps I'll be the one leading you to temptation?" Klaus coaxed, wiggling his brows suggestively.
"Ew. Really, you start with sexual innuendos already? When hell freezes over."
"I can arrange that," he leaned towards her whispering, his breath grazing the sensitive spot behind her ear.
Stifling the shiver, Caroline shot him a stern look, one that had always made her mortal proteges see the light and do what she wanted was right. "Look, you may make fun all you want but if you keep this up, you'll be out of the job in the next century. No one will sin enough to be sent to hell if they know they'll only die of boredom."
"Boredom? Oh, do tell." It seemed she had struck a nerve.
"Where do I even start? Your filing system is crap or non-existent at best. How do you expect to find anything in this mess? I wouldn't let a dog stay the night in those dumps you call apartments and don't get me started on the lack of basic comforts. Netflix, anyone? I realize reception might be a bitch here but we live in the world of wifi and satellites. Just make some freakin' effort! Just...If you're gonna be bad, be better at it, for god's sake," Caroline let out in one breath, compiling the list of necessary tasks at the same time.
During her fervent monologue, an array of contradicting feelings crossed Klaus' face. From irritation and anger, to amusement and glee, he devoured her with his bone-deep penetrating gaze. He was intrigued. Observing Caroline as she kept busy designing charts for her list, he cupped her chin so that she would look up at him.
She gasped at the contact and glared at him but he spoke first, wide grin on his face, "We're going to have so much fun together, Caroline."
"No, you don't. You really are a terrible liar, Caroline," Klaus spoke, his fingertips skimming over the inside of her arm.
She gulped. "I'm an angel. It's kind of a given." Could the sass distract him?
"Oh, I find you extremely distracting already, love," he mused.
Damn! Aloud again, Caroline? Really?
"That's beside the point. We were talking about progressing with my plan. So your beloved hell wouldn't become a dump site, remember?" she countered.
"Ah, but sweetheart, your distraction abilities are very much relevant to this conversation." His hand was wandering over her collarbone now while his eyes raked over her form. He stopped to admire her lean long legs accentuated by ridiculously high heels, her luscious hips hugged by the silk material of her white dress.
She should be the image of innocence in it but she was anything but.
"I don't see how," Caroline replied confused, trembling slightly when Klaus reached out to slip his fingers through her loose curls, tugging at them in a gentle caress. Honestly, she tried to step back. She did.
"It's quite simple, love. I sign those papers and agree to all of this and you...you will go out on a date with me."
Caroline scoffed, crossing her arms. "Just like that? Are you ever serious?"
"I am. I fancy you, Caroline. It should be obvious by now."
A blush crept over her cheek, her heart pumping furiously. "Ok, even if I believe you, where would we even go? Thanks to you, it's not like there's anything to do here," she said triumphantly.
"I haven't heard any words of rejection, love," he smirked. "As for entertainment, leave that up to me. I wouldn't have you bored during our first outing."
"Our only outing. Alright, then. I agree to those terms. But sign right now." She shoved the papers into his chest.
That muscled chiseled chest.
"You don't trust me, love?"
"You're the devil. Need I say more?"
Klaus' grin widened at that as he signed the documents. "There you go, Caroline. I'll pick you up tonight," he whispered, placing a fleeting kiss in the corner of her mouth.
"Deal's a deal," she muttered, his spicy scent going to her head a little.
She was at the door when his smug voice stopped her exit.
"Oh, and I actually did pre-order that movie service, Caroline. How else will we netflix and chill on our dates?"
"Yeah, that's not until at least date number three, buddy," she giggled at Klaus' lost expression, then shut the door behind her.
"I'm glad you're accepting there will be numerous dates, love!" Caroline shook her head as she heard his yell.
In fact, a string of dates followed.
And boy, did they chill on some of them.
A few years later, when Enzo informed her of the end of her exile, Caroline stunned him with her answer.
"You know...I think I'm gonna stay. I can do a lot of good in here."
How do you like this one? Caroline as a rebellious guardian angel? Klaus as the devil? Please comment :)
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