More drabbles created for the Klaroween Bingo Event


Prompt: Weird 'Sexy' Costumes

The orange feathers were making her toes itch and she was fairly certain the yellow polyester bustier was giving her a rash. With an irritated huff, Caroline moved her enormous yellow beak to take another gulp of her poisoned appletini. If only she and Katherine hadn't made that stupid bet with their coworker, Kol, they could be wearing their cute Grace and Frankie costumes right now, instead of getting weird glances and even weirder pervy comments. She'd greatly underestimated how many people apparently wanted to bang a Sesame Street character.

Although it could be worse — Katherine had been fending off dudebros all night who kept asking to be her Ernie. She was doing her best with the lime green overalls and hideous striped crop top, but it was the enormous orange nose and thick black unibrow that had her friend constantly scowling at Kol, who kept wiggling his eyebrows at both of them.

Caroline noticed that Kol had become distracted by an attractive brunette wearing a sparkly sexy witch costume and decided to march up to him and tell him that it was time to go pick up Kol Jr. However, before she could put her revenge fantasy into action, a jumble of bright red fur and bells suddenly stumbled into her. "Pardon me, love," he told her as he reached out to steady her with an apologetic expression on his handsome face.

She blinked, trying to determine if she was imagining things or if the hot British guy was seriously wearing a sexy Santa costume. The red fur boxers and tall black boots were far too ridiculous to look sexy, especially given how uncomfortable he appeared to be, but she couldn't help but admire the way his dimples cut into his cheeks and the adorable way his Santa hat was perched jauntily on top of his dirty blonde curls.

Having already indulged in two poisoned appletinis to try to get over her humiliation, her filter wasn't working very well and she blurted out, "Wow. Your costume is um...just wow." At his raised brow, she quickly squeezed her eyes shut and hurriedly added, "Sorry! I know that's totally hypocritical coming from the blonde in the sexy Big Bird outfit."

A small chuckle escaped him as he answered, "Trust me, sweetheart, if I'd had any other choice, this would be the last costume I would've chosen." Grimacing slightly, he explained, "I lost a wager with my vindictive git of a brother."

"Me too," Caroline replied, blushing to the roots of her hair as she realized she'd been fluttering her lashes at the attractive stranger while her enormous yellow beak was perched on her forehead. "I'm Caroline," she said, ripping off her beak and trying to casually slide it on the bar behind her.

He favored her with an embarrassed smile as he introduced himself, "I'm Klaus." At her immediate giggles, he sighed with a helpless gesture to his outfit, "My brother thinks he's so bloody clever."

"Sorry. My coworker, Kol, bet me and my friend that he couldn't secure the Met for our company's holiday party. We never thought he could pull it off because it's so late in the season to be scheduling that kind of stuff and normally you have to wait years for a spot to open in their schedule. But, he miraculously booked our event there, so that meant he got to choose our costumes. He's kind of a spiteful asshat," she grumbled, rolling her eyes.

A wry smile touched Klaus' lips as he shook his head. "It appears you've been put on, love. You see, Kol is my brother, and he knew he could book your party at the Met because I'm on the Board of Trustees. Of course, the wanker didn't say a word about any sort of wager he'd made."

"Seriously?! That lying little weasel," she seethed, stomping her enormous orange feet in aggravation. Noticing his amusement, she asked curiously, "Well, what about you? What bet did you lose?"

Scowl returning, he took a sip from his tumbler, pushing back the fluffy white puffball on the end of his hat that kept trailing across his forehead. "I bet Kol that I could find our sister the perfect birthday gift — considering he's the emperor of useless gift cards, I assumed it would be the easiest wager I'd ever won."

Narrowing her blue eyes suspiciously, Caroline asked, "And did his gift happen to be 1920s vintage Art Deco crystal earrings?"

Clearly sensing where this was going, he nodded with a low growl. "And what part did you unwittingly play, love?"

Throwing back the rest of her drink, she groaned as she explained, "So, Kol conned me into being his personal shopper because he told me this bullshit sob story about how his beloved grandmother's birthday was coming up and he wanted to find her vintage 1920s jewelry like what she wore when she was young." She glanced at his silly costume, sheepishly telling him, "Sorry it's my fault you had to be a sexy Santa."

"And please accept my apologies for your sexy Big Bird costume," Klaus told her with a silly grin that turned appreciative as his heated gaze slid over her curves. Cheeks flushing a bit at being caught staring, he quickly told her, "I say we exact some revenge on my sneaky bastard of a brother and then possibly have a late dinner?"

Charmed by the hopeful tone of his voice, she nodded, a slow smile creeping across her face.

Big Bird was going to ride Santa's sleigh until his bells fell off.


Prompt: "Why don't you just take your broomstick and shove it?"

Caroline had escaped the noose before. No reason to think she couldn't do it again. All witches led two lives — the false life in which the face they showed the world was a mask, carefully crafted to protect them from the ignorant masses, and then their true life, the one in which they dance between realms and conjure their hearts' deepest desire.

When Magistrate Niklaus first accused Caroline of witchcraft, she'd barely begun to grasp the depths of her power. She'd easily convinced the council of elders that her crimes were nothing more than an innocent, childish fascination.

But that was before she'd opened the portal. It had been mostly through luck, but from the moment she saw the swirling, dizzying vortex of demons and felt that immense surge of power, she knew it was fate. The pull of that realm called to her, and she found herself leaving this world to wander the cursed hellscape more and more, and her absence hadn't gone unnoticed in the village. Especially by Magistrate Niklaus.

Magistrate Niklaus' interest in her was nothing short of vexing, and had he been less of an arrogant, insufferable man who always lorded his powerful position within the community over the villagers, she might have been intrigued. The heat of his gaze sparked something within her, and though he seldom smiled, whenever he did those smiles always seemed directed at her, with just a hint of flirtation in his dimples. But she refused to allow him to coax her into a handfasting that would serve to clip her wings and keep her subservient. No matter how pretty his words may be.

Caroline had been so anxious to return to the demonic portal and feel that burst of power electrify her being once more that she failed to take the necessary precautions and Magistrate Niklaus had seen everything. The shock on his handsome face quickly was replaced by an unreadable expression, and he'd hauled her to the jail near the edge of the village without a word. At first, she'd assumed the council of elders would question her as they did before, possibly engage in a bit of torture to try to break her, but instead, she'd been left alone to plot her escape.

Should she turn into a begging, crying mess to garner a sympathetic ear or use her power to sway her accuser to release her? Before she'd decided on the best strategy, the door creaked open, Magistrate Niklaus approaching her with his usual confident swagger. "What an unexpected mess you've landed in, Mistress Forbes," he told her in a tone of amusement which set her teeth on edge.

Because he already harbored an inconvenient affection for her, Caroline decided to employ her powers to persuade him of her innocence. "You know in your heart I've been falsely accused. Nothing would please you further than to set me free and restore my good name," she told him softly, her power threading through her words as she gave him a gentle smile.

Gray eyes seemed to cloud in confusion as he blinked at her, and for one golden, triumphant moment, she believed it had worked and she would walk out of jail at any moment. Then, his lips turned up in amusement, tossing back his dirty blonde curls as he laughed heartily at her while she scowled at him. "I've never met a witch whose power and charm were found in equal measure, Mistress Forbes." Clasping his hands behind his back, he added teasingly, "Tell me, love, did you use your influence upon the elder Master Lockwood? He's normally quite disagreeable when it comes to his wares, and yet he agreed to craft a very fine set of shoes for your mare without charging a single shilling."

Forgetting herself, she burst out, "Why didn't that work on you?" At his impassive expression, she realized he had no intention of answering her question until she answered his. With an irritated noise of displeasure, she finally replied, "That old married letch is nearly thrice my age and when my plow horse threw a shoe, he had the audacity to offer a dismissal of payment if I pledged to help him keep his forge burning hot." Rolling her eyes, she snorted in disgust, "A new set of horse shoes was the least that despicable man could gift me after having to endure his offensive proposition. He's fortunate I kept my temper and didn't influence him into giving me ownership of one of his parcels of land."

With a small chuckle, Magistrate Niklaus acknowledged, "I admire that fire you have, sweetheart. It's what drew me to you and my interest has only grown with this pleasant discovery of who you are. Of what you are." He knelt beside her, his long black cloak sweeping the stone floor as he grasped her shackled hands in his as he told her, "And you'll find your powers won't work on me — at least not the way you assume they would."

"What do you mean," Caroline asked him suspiciously, yanking back her hands with a harsh clanking of her chains.

Smirking at her, the steel in his familiar gray eyes suddenly was replaced with red and gold flames as he answered, "You've been a frequent traveler in my homeland; surely you recognize one of my kind by now?"

Gasping in surprise, she said, "You're a demon? How did you hide yourself all this time?"

"Well, part demon and part witch," Magistrate Niklaus amended, tapping the metal that bound her wrists in a teasing manner, telling her, "And yet you kept insisting we had nothing in common, sweetheart. Such a vexing thing you are."

Bristling at his mockery, Caroline asked sharply, "What do you want from me, Magistrate Niklaus?"

"Everything, of course. But first, I wish for you to free my family who were cursed into that hellscape." At her scoff, he narrowed his eyes, his tone a bit more threatening as he told her, "You don't wish for me to mark you as an enemy, love. A single word from me and the council of elders would see you hang for your crimes."

Scrambling to her feet, she glared down at him, hissing, "Why don't you just take your broomstick and shove it?"

He leisurely took his time standing, a knowing smirk on his face as his arrogant tone echoed in the small cell. "I always enjoy spirited negotiations, Mistress Forbes."


Prompt: Mummy

That first delicate swipe of Klaus' brush tickled — unfortunately, the wood pitch still sealed Caroline's lips — not that her desiccated body would permit her to giggle, much less move. The powerful warding spell in the tomb was just as strong today as it was nearly 2,500 years ago when the priests of Sobek had first trapped her soul, forcing her to experience the decay of her corpse.

When the Pharaoh's Queen Qetsiyah caught the sleeping sickness and died, Caroline had been sacrificed so that she could serve her in the afterlife just as she had in the realm of the living. She'd had millennia to plot her revenge, studying every facet of the tomb from the treasures to the hieroglyphics and finally had grasped the significance of the blue scarab necklace. The priests of Sobek had placed it in the tomb so that Queen Qetsiyah could use it to break the warding spell and regenerate her flesh to become immortal. Now, if only this charming archaeologist would move the necklace just a bit closer...

An attractive human, she'd admired the way he pushed his damp curls off of his forehead, grimacing as his sweat spotted the inlaid lapis lazuli on the low table she'd been placed. Men of learning always held a special fascination for her, and from the way he easily read the hieroglyphs on the wall, he clearly had studied her culture for many years. She also appreciated the reverent manner in which he touched the artifacts — he seemed to respect rather than covet the treasures encased in the tomb.

Speaking into an earpiece, he murmured, "October 6th, Dr. Klaus Mikaelson, at the ancient burial ground in Saqqara, approximately 40 meters deep. The tomb belongs to the Saite-Persian Period, and is several miles south of the Unas pyramid. Tomb contains canopic cylindrical jars, gilded silver funeral masks, ivory faience cups and a mummy."

He peered down at her, his expression softening as he said, "You were called Caroline. You were brutally slaughtered and must have endured tremendous pain. I will ensure your story is told. Mark my words, love, you will not be forgotten."

Charmed by his boldness, Caroline was pleased that her unwitting rescuer was as lovely to behold as he was passionate. She noticed the way his elbow briefly caught the edge of the scarab necklace on the elaborately carved shelf above her, pushing it closer to where she lay. It was only a matter of time.


Prompt: Goblin

Caroline hated the smell of blood — especially her own. While her kind didn't have an enhanced sense of smell, she was sure she'd left a captivating, coppery scent to follow as she raced through the dark forest. Her neck ached where Klaus viciously had torn chunks of her flesh, and she worried that she'd used too much of her magic trying to heal and now she was defenseless. It had been decades since she'd been this afraid.

With a start, she heard his familiar snarl nearby, and hated how much it hurt to hear his rage. During their time together, she'd seen his anger directed at others, had even been thrilled by the fear he could evoke in his enemies. But this was the first time he'd turned on her, and the betrayal she felt made her heart turn cold and long for revenge. Revenge was second nature for her species, but she did her best to fight the dark urge. Because neither of them could've anticipated that this would happen.


They'd met several months ago when Caroline had first laid eyes on Klaus when he traveled through her forest. An Original vampire at the time, he was carrying a gorgeous pearlescent stone that she immediately coveted. Her kind delighted in stealing jewels and precious stones from unsuspecting travelers. While perched on a thin branch far above his head, she carefully observed him, noting the lean, powerful lines of his body with interest as he moved confidently through the dense forest.

She altered the pitch of her voice, sounding helpless and afraid as she called out in the night. He was a fierce predator, and she saw the way his eyes sparkled at the promise of a hunt. She found the curved fangs teasing the edges of his wicked smile incredibly erotic, and briefly wondered if his ferocity would be an asset in more intimate encounters.

While the Original was distracted, she misted behind him, using her long, clawed fingers to pluck the beautiful stone from his grasp. Unfortunately, she'd miscalculated his strength, and soon found her neck in his powerful hand.

Dark eyes appraised her, his tone cool with just a hint of violence as he appraised her, "Only steal from the weak, Goblin. Or risk becoming prey."

Struggling in his iron grip, she hissed through her razor-sharp teeth, "I am not prey, Vampire."

With a slight smirk, he traced the pointed tip of her ear, telling her, "On the contrary, sweetheart, I suspect you would be quite delicious prey."

Growling at his arrogance, Caroline misted out of his grasp, enjoying the look of surprise on his handsome face. "I am not for eating!" She lunged forward, maliciously dragging her claws across his hand as she snatched the stone and vanished from his sight. She carefully calculated the distance she'd traveled, knowing she easily had outrun the Original and he'd never be able to track her.

Reappearing at the bottom of the mountain, she tapped on the massive rock buried on its side, her incantation opening the entrance to her hidden vault. She'd almost crossed the threshold when an immense force knocked her flat on her back, the Original straddling her with a look of annoyance laced with intrigue as he stared down at her. "Rude to run away in the middle of a conversation, love." Tracing the delicate green skin along her forearms, he purred, "I'm Klaus, Original vampire on the verge of breaking my curse with the moonstone you keep trying to steal from me."

"Caroline, pissed-off goblin who demands tribute from those who wander into my forest. That's mine," she hissed, lunging for the stone that he twirled in his hand.

A delighted chuckle escaped him as he eyed her intently, an unexpected rumble escaping his chest as he challenged, "If you want it, take it." As she reached for the stone once more, he unexpectedly captured her lips in his, catching her by surprise. She soon found herself returning his kisses, a ferocious passion igniting between them that left her breathless. And that was just the beginning.

They were together after that, traveling the world and gathering the remaining rare ingredients needed to complete his ritual. She'd proudly stood by him as he broke his hybrid curse, her monster's penchant for vengeance and mischief making her a valuable asset to wrangle troublemaking vampires, werewolves and witches who tried to stop Klaus from completing his ritual.

Caroline was pleased to learn that their passion deepened even further once Klaus unlocked his wolf, and the connection they shared went far beyond anything she'd ever felt with another. As a vampire and now as a hybrid, she knew he craved her blood and wanted them to blood share to seal their bond, but she hadn't been ready. While she'd indulged in various supernatural lovers, she'd never once considered blood sharing with them as it was a level of closeness that frightened her. To let someone in after she'd lived a mostly solitary life for nearly a century was daunting.

However, from the moment Klaus had broken his curse, the joy she'd experienced in her lover reaching his lifelong goal, was unparalleled. As a creature primarily fueled by selfishness and greed, she'd never cared enough about another to feel as though their triumphs were hers. She was stunned to realize she'd started thinking of their relationship in terms of centuries. That's when Caroline knew she was ready to blood share with Klaus.

He'd been elated when she'd told him, and immediately had whisked her away to her forest where they first met. The gesture had moved her immensely, and she'd rewarded him with a few new tricks she'd learned from her wood nymph yoga instructor. As they lay together under the stars, panting and lazily tracing patterns across their naked flesh, before he drank from her, Klaus had confessed, "This will be a first for us both, love. While you've never blood shared, I've never tasted goblin blood."

Blue eyes glowing from the intensity of her feelings, she pulled him in for a searing kiss, nibbling lightly on his bottom lip as he purred in contentment. She suddenly pulled back, baring her neck to his lusty gaze. The sharp press of his fangs against her flesh was immensely pleasurable, and she writhed against him, savoring the heat of him against her cool skin.

Caroline could sense the subtle shift in his soul, but he still caught her by surprise when his powerful jaws clamped down and ripped out chunks of her flesh. Screaming in alarm, she'd used her magic to push him away, registering the empty void in his stare. She'd heard of vampires turning off their emotions, but it hadn't occurred to her that that was a danger with a hybrid. But as she watched the slow, cruel smile crawl across his blood-smeared face, she knew Klaus was gone.


Which led to this unthinkable moment where the lover she'd thought she'd always adore was now hunting her in her own forest. Weakened from using her magic to heal herself, she stumbled over a tree root, barely keeping herself upright as she leaned against a tree trunk. Suddenly, Klaus' arm shot out of nowhere, ripping into her wild tangle of blonde curls as he snarled, "Rude to run away when I desire another taste."

As he tightened his grip, the top of her head ached from losing so much hair all at once, but she fought back tears as she bravely faced down the violent stranger her lover had become. "Not yours to taste any longer. Not until we fix this," she screeched, pleased when her ragged claws dug deeply into chest.

Klaus let her go with a painful hiss, his dead eyes assessing her. She recognized the tenseness of his frame, the way his muscles bunched together as he prepared to strike. Summoning her last tendrils of magic, she misted away, hopefully putting enough distance between them so she could heal and come up with a plan.

A pair of strong hands gripped her arms, causing her to let out an unearthly shriek as she wildly fought against her assailant. "Calm down, little vicious parrot," an impish voice wryly told her, whirling her around until she was facing what appeared to be a vampire. She sensed he was an old one from the vibrations of his soul.

"Not a parrot," Caroline hissed, gnashing her teeth as she studied the mischievous glint in the stranger's brown eyes. She allowed herself to relax slightly as it appeared he didn't mean her any immediate harm. "You're an Original vampire. One of Klaus' brothers," she bluntly stated, trying to recall what little information he'd offered about his family. She knew one or two had died, and that there was at least one sister, but that was the extent of what he'd told her.

"Kol Mikaelson," the stranger said, offering her a funny little bow with a quirk of his lips. "I heard a rumor my brother had become enamored with a goblin and refused to bring you around the family for proper introductions, so I wanted to see what all the fuss was about." Wiggling his eyebrows at her as he took in the dried blood smeared all over her, he added, "I must admit, darling, you seem to have brought out a considerably kinkier side to him than I recall."

Scoffing, she crossed her arms over her bare breasts, inwardly appreciating that while Kol seemed to be a typical mischievous bratty brother, he at least wasn't creeping her out by staring at her nude form with anything more than a fleeting interest. "Klaus never drank goblin blood before — he's clearly having a violent allergic reaction." Shuddering slightly, she added, "A really violent reaction."

"That's putting it mildly, little vicious parrot," Kol observed with a slight grimace. "I suspect a vindictive coven may be at fault for this cockup."

He held up a golden dagger, the glint of precious metal causing Caroline to shiver as she gazed at it covetously. She could feel power radiating from it — some sort of sleeping spell that she found intriguing.

Noting her interest, Kol grinned wickedly, "Tell me, darling, how handy are you in a knife fight?"