The red fabric of her dress caresses Caroline's curves perfectly and her red lips make up a perfect match. Bonnie had written to her that Elena and she had decided to come to the party after all. She didn't expect that, but is happy to have convinced her friends. To be honest, they are rather unwilling when it comes to parties. However, the mysterious newcomer is probably not completely innocent that Elena unexpectedly joins Caroline that evening. The blonde may also find the boy attractive, but she prefers older men and not these retarded high school guys, who are so often found at her school.
She steers the car to a place next to the house she was told was the venue for the party and pulls the key out of the ignition lock. Some other cars are also parked there and she sees small groups of people going to the front door. Loud music penetrates her ears and she quickly climbs out of the car, puts on her high heels and then walks briskly towards the entrance.
Self-confidently she opens the front door and follows the example of the students who have arrived before. Inside, the bass is booming and a lot of people are crowding inside the house. At first glance she doesn't see anyone she really knows well from school, which is why she makes her way through the crowd to the table where drinks and snacks are served. There she grabs a red cup, feels it with the only liquid there seems to be, and begins to sip it as she looks for Bonnie and Elena. Where are the two of them?! It's not as if she couldn't have fun without them, but she's still surprised that her friends aren't here yet.
"Hello, Love", an unknown voice with a British accent sounds next to her at this moment and she drives around shocked. Love? Behind her there is a man with blond brown hair and dark blue-green eyes that have a devilish expression in them. Wearing a casual grey T-shirt and jeans, he hardly stands out from the other boys at the party. Nevertheless, he doesn't look like seventeen or eighteen at all. And then there's something about his whole appearance that makes him stand out from the crowd. "Hello", she answers only barely and supports one hand in the hips.
"Could I ask the most beautiful girl at this party for a dance," he stretches out a hand towards her. His words flatter Caroline and she has to admit that he seems to have charm. But there is also something dangerous about him that makes her alarm bells go off.
"Come on, Love. Don't be so uptight," he gives her a broad grin. She grinds hard with her jaws. Caroline is many things, but by no means uptight. She never was and she certainly wouldn't start with that now! Although she knows that he only wants to provoke her. She grabs his hand yieldingly and almost automatically his grin widens as if he had won a game she knew nothing about.
He confidently pulls her through the crowd and doesn't stop until he has found a relatively empty spot. Then he puts both hands on their hips and pulls them decisively to himself. A little surprised by the self-confident way he deals with her, she lets him guide her. She automatically places her arms on his neck and moves synchronously with him to the music that fills the room.
Caroline can't explain it exactly, but her heart suddenly beats surprisingly fast and she hopes that he can't hear it. As they move, he keeps his eyes on her face all the time. She can literally feel his gaze drilling into her and perceives him gently stroking her waist with his thumb. His breath is why on her face and she notices how close they are to each other.
"What's your name?," she says after a few seconds, which has occupied her for a little longer. "You don't know me?", his facial expression shows that he is indeed a little horrified about it, but his smile tells her that he doesn't seem offended about it. "Should I?" she asks a little provocatively, to return the favor for his teasing at the beginning.
"My name is Klaus, Klaus Mikaelson", when he says his name, a devilish smile creeps up on his lips. Almost as if he was thinking of something in particular while he was talking. The name sounds a little old-fashioned, but fits perfectly to the man she is so close to at this moment.
"I'm ..." she's about to introduce herself, he puts a finger on her lips. Automatically she falls silent and looks up at him a little surprised. "Caroline Forbes", he grinned broadly: "I know." She wants to ask from where, but with his look he makes it clear to her that the answer will probably remain his own secret.
Slowly he bends down to her, so that his mouth is only a few centimetres away from the soft skin of her neck. The murmur of her blood sounds so seductive and he can hear the rapid beating of her heart. Although the thought of only feeling a few drops of her warm blood from his tongue, the saliva running together in his mouth, makes him fight for self-control.
His warm breath on her neck gives her goose pimples and she notices how her breathing suddenly becomes a little heavier. "I think we should go to a more private place," he whispers into her ear with a deep, masculine voice. She bites her lower lip and can directly imagine what he means by that. However, she is more insecure than ever before. After all, she doesn't even know him.
"You won't regret it, Love," he whispers in an exciting voice: "I know exactly what I'm doing." She nods hesitantly, but is still unsure whether this is really a good idea. But this short head movement seems to be enough for Klaus, because without hesitating he reaches for her hand to pull her through the crowd to a staircase.
As he climbs the stairs with her, she lets her gaze wander one last time through the faces of the people on the first floor. In a frightening way she discovers Bonnie and Elena, who lean against the wall not far from her. These stunned expressions on her faces tell her that they must have discovered her too. She doesn't want to imagine exactly what is going on in their heads at this moment. What is she doing here?