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Prompt: Everyone becomes their Halloween costume

The angry swirl of the purple and black cloak was his first clue that Caroline's Sabbat didn't go as planned. Klaus admired the fire he saw blazing in Caroline's blue eyes as she grabbed the goblet of mulled wine he held out to her, gulping down most of it in one go. His love was furious.

"I can't help but notice you've returned considerably sooner than expected from your gathering, love." Raising a questioning eyebrow, he added, "Furthermore, there's a distinct lack of Kol and Bonnie in tow."

Caroline threw back her head with a groan, almost dislodging the black horns perched among her blonde waves. "My coven had planned every detail for the celebration of Samhain — it took us forever to carefully pile the nine sacred wood logs for each Beltane fire to maintain equal distance of flames to properly honor the four corners of the earth!"

Doing his best to avoid smirking at the thought of Caroline ordering about her coven like the glorious leader he knew her to be, he nodded sympathetically, asking, "And then what happened?"

"Kol," she snarled, rattling her goblet insistently for him to refill it.

Topping off her glass with a long-suffering sigh, he took a large gulp from his goblet, finally inquiring, "What did my dim-witted brother do now?"

"He added wormwood to the bonfires because the idiot believed the old wives' tale that it would heighten his allure and he might finally get Bonnie to go out with him," she explained, marching over to the carved cabinet to rifle through several drawers. "Instead, the clueless idiot threw off our coven's groove with the chanting and we accidentally invoked the trickster spirit of Anansi and it manifested long enough to transform everyone into their chosen Halloween costumes!"

Klaus did his best to remain expressionless as he took in this news. He understood the magnitude of the situation, but he couldn't help the surprised laughter that escaped him. When he spied the green sparks emitting from Caroline's closed fists that signaled her irritation, he quickly muttered 'sorry', and put on his most contrite appearance. "Certainly an unusual curse, sweetheart. But I'm sure you handled it admirably."

Carefully stacking several dusty grimoires on the sideboard, she grumbled, "I have the majority of my coven safely contained in a suspension spell out in the courtyard. I put Kol and Bonnie under a harmless sleeping hex upstairs while we figure this out. There were some complications with their costumes."

"Complications," he asked, helping her steady the growing pile of ancient tomes as a note of concern entered his voice, "what happened to them?"

Caroline quickly reassured him, "They're fine, I promise! Nothing that can't be undone, at least. Bonnie turned into the sexiest Jessica Rabbit I've ever seen and in between rubbing up against me in that painted-on red silk dress, she kept looking for Roger so she could stroke his ears." Laughing softly, she added, "And somehow, she's convinced that Kol is Roger and she freaked out when she couldn't find his fluffy tail."

Stomping back over to her goblet for a refill, she continued, "And then there's Kol, who thought he was dressed as Freddy Krueger, but all he could find was a red and white-striped sweater, so he colored in the white with a green marker." With a grimace, she explained, "Apparently, that wasn't good enough for the spell and instead, he became the embodiment of Where's Waldo. I couldn't find him anywhere, and actually had to track his essence to bind him."

Klaus nodded sympathetically, filing away these tidbits for later so that he could mercilessly tease his baby brother about his ineptitude not only at magic but also wooing his crush. A hint of pride colored his tone as he observed, "As the powerful High Priestess of your coven, you managed to avoid being cursed. Well done, love."

Caroline mumbled something unintelligible, not quite looking him in the eye. When he cocked his head curiously, she let out an exasperated sigh, telling him, "I didn't avoid it completely. I retained my sense of self obviously, but as for the rest, well, it turns out Maleficent's horns are really itchy and I keep having to duck through doorways!"


Prompt: Truth or Dare: Halloween Edition

Who knew cinnabuns were real? How is this a thing? Did Klaus know? Caroline narrowed her blue eyes suspiciously at the hybrid as he helped her dodge a particularly nasty-looking spiked chain as it shot out of the sheetrock of his mansion. "You wouldn't think something called cinnabuns would be such creepy pain freaks."

"That's Cenobites," Klaus said through gritted teeth as he wrenched a rusted hook out of his shoulder.

Quickly offering him her wrist so he could heal properly, she hissed, "That's what you're choosing to care about right now? Not that fact that the Hellraiser movies are apparently real?" They should have never agreed to play Kol's Halloween edition of truth or dare. They'd returned from a rather lackluster Halloween parade over on Decatur, and they made the mistake of complaining to Kol that this was the dullest Halloween they'd ever had. That was when Kol had the genius plan that they'd play his version of truth or dare — all dares to find out the truths.

He'd had each couple select an object associated with a horror movie and dared them to use the object to try to summon its monster and determine if the legends were true. Elijah and Katherine picked the unmarked videotape, both of them eyeing it curiously as Elijah muttered that they should make their attempt at resurrecting the dreadful, water-logged little girl in a room that did not have an antique Turkish rug.

Kol grabbed a tarnished hand mirror, elbowing Bonnie excitedly as he told her that he had some ideas for what they could do with the leftover honey their creature was sure to leave behind. Klaus stoically held the puzzle box; Caroline only sensing his discomfort because of their bond. She'd watched a couple of the Hellraiser movies, but since torture porn had never been her favorite go-to in the horror genre, she wasn't sure what to expect.

And now she was running away from a teeth-chattering monster who kept trying to flay the skin off of her forearms. Gasping as a series of long spikes exploded through the floor, showering her with the splintered remains of the hand-scraped maple floors she'd made Klaus special order, she threw him an exasperated look, asking, "Did Kol specify if we had to bring back all of the cinnabuns?"

"One cinnab- Cenobite should suffice," Klaus told her as he carefully checked her for injuries. "Unless you'd prefer to end this now? I easily can solve the puzzle box and banish them back to their realm."

Doing a complicated handspring-twist she hadn't performed since her cheerleading days, she narrowly avoided a nasty head-butt from their leader with the giant nails sticking out of his skull. As she turned to see Klaus wrestling with the creature, she called out indignantly, "And forfeit the game?! No way!" She used her vampire speed to slam into the creature from the side, knocking it into their staircase where it bellowed with rage.

Pushing away several sweaty blonde strands, she told Klaus, "And don't think you can just let something like that slip without me commenting on it. You said you know how to solve the puzzle box — you better believe I have follow-up questions, hybrid," she told him with a wry smile.

As Klaus pulled the monster into a vicious headlock with a series of loud cracks, Caroline instructed, "Don't kill that one! I think he's the head cinnabun and I can totally see Kol telling us we forfeit because we brought back one of the cinnabun lackeys instead of the chief cinnabun."

Letting out a good-natured sigh, he looked at her fondly as he kept the creature in his iron grip. "Very well, sweetheart." Cocking his head to the side, he added, "Should I be concerned that you've spent so much time with my degenerate little brother you're now wise to all of his dirty tricks?"

Slamming her boot into the throat of another cinnabun, she smiled slyly at Klaus, "Maybe. Just think of the awkward conversations I can start if we return to your family and I ask you to tell me all about your fondness for puzzle boxes?"

"Well-played," Klaus muttered with a twinkle in his gray eyes as he fiddled with the puzzle box to send them back into their world with their prize cinnabun. "So, I may have gone through a slight Cenobite BDSM pain kink in the late 80s..."


While Caroline knew she wasn't ready to explore that particular rabbit hole just yet, it didn't mean she couldn't fantasize a bit about future possibilities with her hybrid. She felt her mind wander to intriguing new places while a surly Elijah and a thoroughly drenched Katherine complained that Kol purposely placed televisions on top of every antique Turkish rug in their manor. Then, an irritated, honey-splattered Bonnie put the giggling Original prankster in his place when she enchanted bits of broken mirror she pulled out of her hair to continuously place themselves underneath his bare feet whenever he tried to move.

Sighing contentedly, Caroline settled back against Klaus' embrace, wondering what Halloween adventure they'd have next year.


Prompt: "Let's check the basement."

Undead corpses undergo rigor mortis considerably faster than the average human corpse. Rarely did this fact inconvenience Klaus; however, he typically avoided murder during one of Rebekah's charity events. Unfortunately, his sister's wrath didn't deter him from swiftly staking Damon Salvatore with a bamboo skewer plucked from a serving tray. While a human corpse took two to six hours to become far too stiff to maneuver into cramped spaces, impudent vampire corpses like Damon became brittle in the time it took for Klaus to finish his scotch.

When he heard approaching heels, he cursed under his breath and mentally calculated whether the useless vampire would fit inside the dishwasher. Bloody unlikely given the oversized skull that vampire had sported. Fortunately, the charity gala was being held in one of the more luxurious mansions in town, so the gourmet kitchen was equipped with oversized appliances. He winced at the loud crack Damon's femur made when it snapped as Klaus crammed his corpse into the double wall oven.

He'd narrowly avoided ripping off one of the vampire's arms as he slammed the door shut, just in time to hear that same determined pair of heels click across the marble threshold of the kitchen. "So, I came in here to yell at the catering staff for using mismatched parfait cups, but based on that gorgeous Brioni tuxedo, it's a safe bet you're not affiliated with the staff."

Klaus eyed the stunning blonde dressed in soft tulle, the turquoise gown perfectly complimenting her fierce gaze. "Well-spotted, sweetheart. Do you happen to have a background in fashion design?"

"Market researcher," she said with a note of pride, "well, senior researcher as of yesterday. My firm is partnering with Mikaelson Industries to host this event." She held out her hand, her eyebrow lifting slightly at the awkward way Klaus refused to move away from the oven. "I'm Caroline Forbes."

"Klaus Mikaelson," he murmured, waiting for a sign of recognition and the typical accompanying awe and/or fear that he normally experienced in these types of situations. He noticed her slow heartbeat, which instantly marked her as a vampire. In fact, her blood still carried traces of human, so she was still a fledgling, barely a few decades. At her politely blank expression, he added somewhat peevishly, "Of the Mikaelson clan. The Original Hybrid."

Blue eyes twinkling, she nodded, "Oh, right — one of Rebekah's brothers. I met her earlier this evening and am relieved to report there was minimal bloodshed."

While it rankled that Caroline seemed to know him only as one of Rebekah's siblings and not by his formidable reputation, he couldn't help the intrigue he experienced at the thought of this baby vampire running afoul of his sister. "If you've managed to catch Rebekah's ire, then you're fortunate to still have your head attached, love."

She snorted, telling him, "Please. It wasn't my blood that was spilled." At Klaus' expression of disbelief, she shrugged slightly, adding, "I have slight a temper." She pointed to the corner of the oven above his shoulder, a slight frown marring her face as she asked, "Is something wrong with the oven? The St. John family promised their appliances were top of the line, but it will be a disaster for the third course appetizers if we're down an oven."

Klaus experienced an unfamiliar flood of panic as she stepped closer to critically eye his temporary hiding place. While Caroline clearly wasn't a fan of his sister's, that didn't necessarily mean she wouldn't mention a vampire corpse later on. "No, no, everything's in tiptop shape, I assure you, sweetheart. Rebekah had asked me to do a quick inspection of the equipment." Carefully gauging her expression, he added with a long-suffering sigh, "You know how she can be."

"Seriously. And I thought I was uptight." Giving him a final appreciative glance that left him feeling ridiculously pleased with himself, she told him, "I need to check on the bartenders, but maybe we'll run into each other again later?"

Smirking, he replied, "Count on it, sweetheart."

Her soft laugh left him a bit breathless, and he admired her graceful stride as she exited the kitchen in a delicate cloud of tulle. After she left, he suddenly scowled, remembering the dimwitted vampire rotting away in the oven behind him. He roughly yanked the brittle corpse out of the oven, grinding his teeth when a foot snapped off, hitting the marble floor with a dull clatter. He glanced around, looking for a shadowy crevice in which to kick the desiccated piece, but unfortunately the kitchen was immaculate. He was certain that even if Rebekah failed to spot his mishap, Caroline certainly would.

With an aggravated sigh, he gripped the various pieces of Damon's brittle corpse, doing his best not to ruin his suit now that the intriguing blonde had complimented it. He used his supernatural senses to determine if any of the connected hallways were free, and flashed away to the one that he knew was the most direct path toward the basement. His fingers had just brushed the ornate brass doorknob that marked the entrance when he overheard his sister call out from another corridor, "Let's check the basement. Surely there's more suitable serving bowls than what the caterers brought. Honestly, what imbecile decided plastic was appropriate for an event this posh?"

Bloody hell. Klaus held his breath, quickly considering his options. Fortunately, his sister's footsteps abruptly stopped when one of her insipid minions sounded like they found whatever bit of nonsense they deemed crucial to their event. Enveloped in blissful quiet once more, he opened the door, breathing a sigh of relief. And then stopped short when he was greeted with an unexpected sight.

Caroline was wrenching a blood-splattered stiletto out of the oozing eye socket of a freshly dead, partially transformed werewolf. Glancing up at Klaus, she waved at him cheekily, moving over to the wet bar in the corner to wash off her shoe. "You know, when I said we'd run into each other later, I meant some flirty banter on the dancefloor. This makes me wonder if you're a creepy stalker, Klaus."

Realizing belatedly he still was clutching Damon's worthless carcass, he dumped it unceremoniously onto the concrete floor, flashing Caroline a smirk as he replied, "It merely was fortuitous timing, I assure you, sweetheart. I encountered a minor inconvenience that demanded my immediate attention and had no interest in earning my sister's ire during her charity event."

Cocking his head to the side, he studied Caroline's victim a bit more closely, taking in the somewhat familiar, moronic expression and observed, "And your minor inconvenience appears to be a consort of the Crescent Pack's alpha. Quite the bold move, love."

"Hayley operated under the assumption that she was a special snowflake and was above our supernatural community's laws. When I overheard her bragging about hunting children down in the 9th Ward last full moon, I performed a community service and took the bitch out." Shrugging, she added, "I'm all about charitable giving."

Klaus felt his blood rush at his unexpectedly bloodthirsty vixen's confession, stepping closer to examine her kill. "Impressive. I'm curious where you were hiding a gun loaded with silver bullets in that lovely ensemble of yours," he ventured with a seductive tone.

Caroline giggled, tapping her stiletto heel with a perfectly manicured nail. "Sterling silver heels. I like to be prepared — after what happened a few months ago when a sorceress was left off of a guest list — trust me, it wasn't pretty. I'm still not sure we unshrunk all of the guests' heads."

"What an enterprising creature you are," he complimented her, flashing over to run his thumb teasingly across her palm as he confessed, "I had to improvise with a cocktail skewer."

She laughed, shaking her head teasingly, "Then you were fortunate to grab one before Rebekah ordered the staff to replace them with something more elegant."

Being reminded of his sister's wrath, he asked, "Considering my sister's unreasonable demands of nonviolent outbursts during her social functions, may I assume I have your word our indiscretions will stay between us, love?"

Favoring him with a saucy wink, she replied, "Of course. And I look forward to our future indiscretions."