[~Chaotic Anger~]
He felt the blow, he heard the crack of bone, he tasted blood.
Klaus Mikaelson turned his head back slowly, his eyes stunned as he took in Caroline's wild eyes. There was surprise and anger and pain in her eyes. Provocation and defiance and memories started twisting in his mind.
He remembered her sweet smile, her love, her tender touch as she would caress his face with caring hands. He remembered when she had trailed the scars Mikael had left on his back and chest and cried for him after he had her for the first time. So naïve back then to believe he wanted her pity or her love. To believe that her promise to not let anyone hurt him ever again would make a difference in his world. A naïve child was what she had been.
The child was now gone and here was a woman who despised him. Caroline stood against him, fury impersonated. A Valkyrie that wanted revenge and was just as savage as Mikael had been when he had shown his fatherly care with endless abuse, punches, kicks, and the same violent glare of revulsion. The same glare Caroline shared now because Mikael was right. No one cared. No one stayed. No one truly loved him just as Mikael had told him a thousand times in the past as he was beating him bloody. And as it was proven Caroline was no different.
He rubbed his jaw and felt the burn. It made him see red.
She dared do this to him?
Something inside him snapped and all hell broke loose.
Furious he lunged at her grabbing her by the arms shoving her back, shaking her like a rag doll until her back hit the wall next to the glass door that led outside.
His eyes flashed with rage, his next words contained in a low growl that promised only agony.
"If you hit me again-"
"What will you do? Kill me?" Caroline yelled at him struggling to free herself from his hold making him grip her arms harder until she winced in pain.
Klaus' lips twisted in a terrifying grimace and he cursed out loud when Caroline kicked him on the shin before she tried to knee him in balls. He barely managed to avoid her swing but that didn't stop her.
"Stop!" he snarled at her.
"Screw you!"
She lunged at him and Klaus inhaled sharply. He had never seen Caroline like this. So wild, so savage. It made his blood boil and it both angered and turned him on.
He grabbed her shoulders and for a moment he didn't know if he wanted to hurt her or fuck her.
Caroline managed to break free from his hold and tried to slap him; his fingers catching her wrist midair.
His eyes fixated on her hand and he curled his fingers around her wrist feeling her pulse throbbing against his hold.
No one had dared to raise a hand against him ever since Mikael. No one dared and those that had lost their heads but Caroline wasn't just like anyone else.
With a harsh practiced move, he turned her around and twisted her hand on her back making her groan.
"Stop fighting! It's over!" he warned her spraining her wrist more to make her realize how easy it would be to treat her as he would an enemy. He was trained from a young age to fight and kill. He knew how to cause pain, how to maim, how to cripple, and hurt.
He had just never thought he would have to stave off an attack from his Caroline.
Caroline heaved, letting out a frustrated sound but the fight wasn't out of her yet. He felt it. He twisted her arm up more to immobilize her as he pressed his hips against her backside. He had to put his killer instincts on a leash. If he applied slightly more pressure he would break her hand.
Instead, he pushed forward, his body colliding with hers. Her face pressed against the wall and he trapped her body with his until he had her where he wanted. At his mercy. Or so he thought.
Caroline jerked back violently plowing the back of her head straight into his face!
Bloody Hell!
She had headbutted him and he stumbled back letting her go.
He barely had the time to check if his nose was broken when Caroline came at him, trying to hit him everywhere her legs and hands could land, her eyes glazed with angry tears.
He could barely avoid her blows without hurting her.
"Hit me! Come on! Show me who you really are!" she screamed at him pummeling his chest with her fists, "go on you coward! Do it!"
Klaus gripped her hands stopping her ongoing assault and then did the only thing he could do to make her stop.
His mouth crashed over hers and he claimed her lips in a punishing kiss.
It was enough to shock her into stopping her from going all berserk on him.
Caroline's protests were swallowed down by his kiss and she trembled in his grasp trying to free herself from him. She tried to shove him away but he pushed her back against the wall and kissed her as if the world was ending. He tried to make her remember. He tried to dig deep into her soul. He explored her mouth feeling her teeth biting through flesh but he welcomed the feeling. It set him free. It pushed him over the edge and fed into his hunger and he felt how it ignited Caroline's need too.
Their fight escalated into something else. Something that demanded release. It was primal, out of control, it burned straight through the last remnants of their sanity.
God, he had missed her!
Never. He would never let her leave. Even if he had to damn them both to hell.
When he felt Caroline starting to respond without holding back his hands cupped her ass and he lifted her up until her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands gripped his shoulders. They both starved for air, sucking each other's oxygen, their lips moving in tandem. Caroline's hair fell over his face, her fingers now gripping his hair desperately and he walked them towards the table without breaking their kiss.
He lowered her down on the table and brought himself over her. Their bodies rubbed and burned. Plates and glasses fell over and Caroline's breath became ragged until finally, her body gave in to him completely, her mouth softening, pliable and sweet, but she still fought for dominance. Her tongue was now battling his, challenging his control. He pinned her on the table, held and covered her body completely with his and she moaned, her legs draped around him, her sharp heels digging high into his lower back. She wrapped her hands around his middle and let them wander over his body until he soon felt her nails digging into the back of his neck pulling him closer.
He couldn't get enough from her. From her touch. From her mouth. From her everything. He wanted to dominate her, to subdue her, to worship her, to give in to her.
Caroline undid his belt quickly, he reached for her panties underneath her skirt and tore them away making her hiss against his mouth. He kissed her harder, his hands kneading her breasts through fabric relishing in the way her nipples hardened and she felt her hands pulling up his shirt, sneaking underneath only to cut his flesh with her nails making his muscles coil.
Madness. Savage insanity.
It was a revelation. Caroline wanted to do some damage and he drowned in the storm she lashed out on him.
Their kiss was full of teeth, their touches full of pain. Scratching, biting, kneading.
He couldn't take it any longer. He pushed her hands above her head with one hand and with the other he pushed her skirt further up and unzipped his pants.
He was hard. She was wet.
His tip slid over her slick folds and Caroline froze, finally realizing where this was leading at. Finally realizing how she had lost control.
She yanked her head away, her lips detaching from his with a wet plopping sound. She clenched her eyes shut. A drop of blood trailed down her lip reminding him how their kiss had been a bloody battle.
"Stop," Caroline whimpered, tears falling from her eyes and for a moment everything was blurred.
All he could do was push forward. One thrust. And he would be at heaven.
Only Caroline was now a picture of regret beneath him. His heaven, her hell.
It shouldn't matter. She was his for the taking.
It would teach her a lesson.
He licked the blood from her jaw slowly feeling her shudder under him.
All he had to do was push his hips forward. He was so hard. He couldn't take it anymore. He had dreamed of having her for so many years. And there she was.
If only she had been willing.
His eyes darted up. Hers were closed in pain.
It didn't matter. She hated him anyway. Why not give her a real reason to hate him. He nudged a bit forward and Caroline sucked in a breath and bit her lip.
As much as she hated him, just as much she wanted him. He could feel it. So could see despite how her mind had turned on her now.
He could ignore her resistance until he would make her scream his name again. Only he couldn't watch her face, contorted in pain like this.
He hid his face into her hair. He could close his eyes and pretend this was like before. Before she had left him. Before she had let another man fuck her. That thought alone made him furious and he gripped her wrists harder.
"Please," she muttered pleadingly, her voice half a moan half a sob.
Fuck!
He cursed and his fist hit the table right next to her head, cracking the glass and making her body give a jerky response. She almost took his cock in and he grumbled through clenched teeth. She was so wet. She wanted him.
Only she didn't.
Not where it truly mattered. She tried to pull back. Only by an inch. The friction was enough to set him on fire.
"Stop moving," he seethed and Caroline watched him with eyes vulnerable now.
It took all his control to gather himself and get up and move away from her.
He tried to breathe. He tried to ice the fire, to get a grip before he would turn around and do something he would regret.
Caroline Forbes would be the death of him.
He let out an angry string of curses and fixed his clothes with trembling hands. It took him a while to calm down and he knew he had to have a cold shower soon and fist himself or else he would combust.
When he turned back to face Caroline she was trying to sit up on the table and pull her skirt down. She looked disheveled and lost. She was trembling all over, her lips swollen, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession.
His eyes fell first on her torn lip and then on the ugly bruise that showed through the edge of the sleeve of her blouse that had slipped down her arm. Red and raw again. Had he hurt her more?
Of course, he had.
Mikael was right after all and not just on the fact that no one would ever love him. He had been right when he had called him a bastard. That was what he was.
His nose and jaw throbbed and he knew that now he would have a few bruises to show too. Somehow it felt right.
Fuck him, when did he grow a conscience?
Caroline looked everywhere but him. She seemed as if she could barely sit on the table. Her rage was gone. All that was left was exhaustion and a heaving creature he wanted to hold into his arms and never let go.
Only he couldn't. She wouldn't let him and he didn't know if his embrace would shelter her or strangle her anyway.
He became so jaded all of a sudden.
"You want me to become the monster of your story is that it?" Klaus wondered and Caroline flinched which felt more than a punch in the gut than any of her actual punches had felt.
"What makes you think you aren't already," she mumbled and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as if she wanted to erase his kiss. As if it would ever be that easy. "You always have been," she whispered, smearing blood on her face.
The blood he had claimed from their kiss.
He approached her and Caroline shrunk back only for a moment before she straightened her shoulders and locked her defiant gaze with his again.
He narrowed his eyes at her and she didn't back down. He felt a new emotion firing up inside him. He didn't want to admit it before but he was impressed.
His Caroline had changed indeed, into something glorious, and he hadn't been there to relish in those changes.
Breaking her, taming her wouldn't be the way to go it would seem.
And yet he wanted it to. He still wanted it to. He wanted to hurt her. To lock her in a gilded cage and clip her wings. And only then he would give her new wings to fly. But only those that would belong to him and would make her fly only towards him and not in the opposite direction.
Stalemate. They were in a stalemate. Caroline viewed him as a monster. Worse, she saw him as the monster of her story.
He swept his thumb over her lip gently.
"And just maybe you have been the one in mine," Klaus pointed out and Caroline blinked.
"Only a monster would be as cruel as you have been to me, Caroline."
"Cruel?" she incredulously exclaimed, "Me?"
"For years I didn't know if my enemies had taken you," he spat, his eyes hardening and Caroline's cheeks regained some of their color.
Klaus went to one of the upturned chairs and set it back next to the table. Then he pulled Caroline down and made her sit to the chair and knelt in front of her making her watch him dumbfounded.
"You went on with your life, fucking that stupid boy, letting him touch what was mine," he growled and Caroline shivered when Klaus fixed her blouse and straightened her hair with harsh movements, "and I was here not knowing what happened to you. Dreading every night, losing my mind. The thought of you being tortured at the hands of monsters that wouldn't be swayed by your smile," he confessed, his voice holding a note of terror, "I didn't know. If they had killed you, raped you, shoved you in a shallow grave," he brushed her hair back from her face, "I didn't even know if your bones remained or you were nothing but ash. I stared at your painting every night, every morning, and fucking prayed for you!"
Caroline gasped.
His expression was torn, shuttered and yet he watched her as if he wanted to destroy and kill her. He looked both grateful for her being safe and hateful.
When Klaus cupped her face her pulse sped up and when his lips touched hers there was reverence and threat in their softness against her mouth.
She couldn't move, she couldn't even close her eyes. His confession took the fight straight out of her.
Klaus then pressed his forehead against hers and she couldn't help but breathe him in hating herself for her weakness.
Her body still tingled. A few seconds before on the table she was sure he would rape her even if at the same time her body was screaming for him to fuck her. God, she was becoming bipolar. A few hours with Klaus Mikaelson and she was back into this toxic hell and she didn't know what to do or feel.
"Monsters stick together sweetheart," Klaus whispered gravelly, "You didn't do even that."
She wanted to protest that she wasn't a monster but she couldn't lie. As naïve as she had been she couldn't deny that had been drawn to Klaus' darkness from the start. If that wasn't her inner monster on the rise what had it been?
Only now that Klaus' monster had broken free she couldn't deal with the fallout. Not now that Klaus had claws and clawed straight into her making her want more instead of less.
Caroline swallowed down harshly unable to comprehend the magnitude and depth of Klaus' obsession and possessiveness.
She stared at him. All her anger was gone. All the reasons to hate him and to want to fight him still existed but something else existed too. She couldn't name it and yet it pulled her towards him. At his blue eyes, that burned with emotion and she knew they wouldn't be able to survive each other.
For that alone, she had to run. She had to escape.
It was as if Klaus could read her thoughts because his gaze darkened considerably.
Fire burned through her forcing her to remove her gaze from Klaus' vicious eyes and look down where Klaus had taken her hand into his. She felt pain pass through her fingers. The hand she had punched him with. Her knuckles were swollen and raw.
Klaus shook his head and got up. Caroline's eyes followed him cautiously until he returned with ice cubes folded in a napkin and went back on his knees in front of her.
The feeling of coldness on her skin made her try to pull her hand back but Klaus kept it in place. He was being tender now but she had seen the monster under the surface and he had seen hers.
"You'll learn to love me again," he promised her with a dark voice that made her shiver all over and Caroline bit her lower lip feeling the stinging sensation.
"That's not something one can learn."
Klaus pushed the wrapped up ice cubes harder into her skin making her ache more.
"Let me rephrase then," he purred, "You'll remember because deep down I don't believe you ever stopped and I don't think you believe that either. Am I wrong?"
Caroline looked at him, feeling something coiling tightly inside her. She felt as if she couldn't breathe.
Did she still love him?
Could she remember?
This pull they had couldn't be love, could it? Love couldn't be that destructive? So toxic and abusive. This couldn't be love but Klaus still challenged her to prove him wrong. It would be easy to tell him that he was wrong. But her tongue was tied.
Was he wrong?
"Would it make a difference if I said you are?"
Klaus gave her a sad smile.
"No," he admitted, "I am not letting you go. You are back Caroline. You know how our world works."
Caroline jerked her hand away, her face scrunching up in pain.
"Not my world," she grit out, holding her wounded hand in her lap protectively.
Klaus smirked and made a show of rubbing his bruised jaw before treating it with the ice cubes.
"You sure about that?" he challenged her arching a brow at her mockingly.
She glowered at him feeling the need to punch him again. She wouldn't even mind breaking her hand if it meant that she would wipe off that smirk from his face.
"Yes," she snapped with conviction.
Klaus bowed his head mockingly at her and then unraveled the cloth and threw the leftover ice cubs at the table letting them melt away while he folded the wet napkin slowly.
"My world then," he accepted and reached for her face.
He started wiping her face with the wet napkin and Caroline saw the pink color that was left on the white cloth.
Blood. He had made her bleed with his kiss and she saw the dried smudges of blood on his nostrils. She had hit him hard with her head after all.
She had never felt such rage in her life before. She had felt as if she could have killed him with her bare hands.
He was right. She was back in his world. Sucked into its darkness.
"You know what being in my world means love," Klaus mused, his care now soft and gentle as he wiped the last traces of blood from her lip. His fondness a contrast to his previous abuse, his brutal kiss, "My world. My rules. You obey and we get along. There is nothing you'll be able to do that I won't find out. Fight me if you want. You won't win."
Caroline grabbed the napkin from his hand and threw it at his face.
This time Klaus seemed to be amused by her reaction as he pulled the napkin away from his face.
"I told you I can't live like this," she panted, "how can you? How can you believe this will make you happy? Don't you want to be with a woman that actually wants to be with you without you forcing her? A woman to-"
Klaus rolled his eyes and got up throwing the napkin away.
"Here you go again with the "a woman" poppycock," he cut in, "I thought I made myself clear love. The only woman I want is you. Do you need me to remind this to you again?"
He eyed her up and down slowly and she fidgeted on her seat uncomfortably and looked the other way, her cheeks flushing when they fell on her torn panties on the floor.
Klaus followed her gaze and grinned. He then sauntered towards her panties, crouched down and Caroline's mouth dried when Klaus picked them up, brought them close to his face inhaling them before he pushed them into his jeans' pocket giving her a victorious look.
Asshole she thought begrudgingly but didn't dare voice her thoughts out loud. Not when she felt the need to rub her legs together and find some release. One her hand would have to provide and soon.
Caroline got up and wrapped her arms around her body refusing to look at Klaus' smug face any longer.
She then realized the mess they had made in the kitchen. They had turned the room to a battlefield.
"Maria is going to kill us," Caroline sighed. Klaus followed her gaze and smiled but then he turned pensive and his face turned solemn.
"No one is ever going to hurt you, Caroline, much less kill you."
There was something fervent and dark in his words that were spoken like an oath but Caroline knew better than to trust him.
"No one but you."
Klaus stared at her for a long moment before he nodded.
"No one but me."