Hey, guys, this is the second and final chapter of the WDMMAM series
Hope you like it!
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"Virginia. They're in Mystic Falls?" Caroline asked Davina incredulously.
Davina rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Apparently so."
Caroline abruptly stood up and kicked the wall, letting out a yell when her foot collided with the brick and cement. "Son of a bitch!"
Klaus rushed over to her. "Are you alright?"
"No, obviously not, or I wouldn't have screamed, would I?" she snarled at him, making him roll his eyes. She hobbled over to a chaise, sitting down on it and gingerly taking off her shoe, groaning when she saw the black and blue swollen area. "Fuck. I'm such an idiot. Can you get me some Epsom salt pellets? I can't have this for too long. We need to get moving. Immediately." She groaned again when she put weight on her foot, moving it back up to the chaise. "I can take care of this in three days. The salt will speed up the process. And god knows we need to get a move on. Those complete morons," she snarled, and Klaus relished in the way she spoke the Salvatores' names with such contempt. "They're stupid enough to hide Elena away, but then they take her back to her hometown? A freaking baby could do a locator spell with all the home magic surrounding Elena at this point."
"Then why couldn't you do it?" Davina asked, raising an eyebrow at Caroline as she handed her the salt.
Caroline scowled. "I did do it. They must've just moved her recently. Those stupid bastards. And Elena was stupid enough to develop crushes on them both. Was she fucking kidding me? First Stefan, then Damon, then Stefan again…" she mumbled, and Klaus realized she was rambling, which he normally would have found adorable, but he was too distracted by the way she said Damon Salvatore's name, and the appearance of another expression on her face, one filled with anger, sadness, tiredness, and resignation.
If the Salvatores had been the cause of her pain he would rip out their organs one by one.
"It seems they did a lot more to you than just killing your friend," he gritted out, managing to keep his voice level.
Caroline's eyes flashed with anger. "So, what, you think just murdering someone's friend isn't enough to make them hate you for eternity?"
"That's not what I said, love," Klaus said frustratedly.
"I'm gonna go," Davina mumbled, slipping out of the room, but Klaus barely heard her. "That's what you said," Caroline snarled, sweat pouring down her forehead, and Klaus frowned. He was certainly no doctor, but even he knew that wasn't supposed to happen after a broken bone. "You said that—"
"You have to stop making assumptions, love," he snapped at her. "I have been nothing but patient with you, and all you've been acting like is a bloody stubborn—"
"You have no right to—"
"I have every right," he hissed, stepping closer to her, making her stand up, wincing only slightly, her magic and the salt clearly working to heal her. "You are a bloody menace, you know that? Here I am, being concerned for your well-being—"
"You aren't concerned for my well-being—"
"I thought I told you not to make assumptions," he growled, causing her to glare at him. "I am concerned for you, and that's only because when I saw you right now, you looked furious and shattered at the same time, and I want to know why."
"Why?" she asked, her hands curled into fists. "Why do you want to know the reason?"
"Because!" he roared. "Because you are my—my—"
"An acquaintance?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Your witch? Your helper? Your what, exactly? I'm clearly not your friend, as you're incapable of saying the word aloud."
Oh, she was so much more than that.
"You are my…I don't know what you are, Caroline!" he roared. "You are in my life right now, and I need you, and you need me. Can't we just keep it at that?"
She fell silent, the expression on her face dying. "I see," she said quietly, her eyes losing the fire in them. "So we're each other's…what? Helpers? Apparently travelling across the country is not enough to make a person at least call you their friend, apparently."
Her words hit him like a punch to the gut.
"Caroline—"
"Stefan was my friend, Klaus. And he betrayed me. And Damon…he hurt me in unimaginable ways. That's all. And Bonnie was the just the thing that sealed the deal. I hated them. So much that I couldn't even stand to be near them. So much that I wanted to kill them. But I didn't have the power, or the resources. So I left. That's all. Is that everything you wanted to know?"
He suddenly felt guilty, even though he knew it wasn't completely his fault. "Caroline, I—"
"I'll be in my room, Klaus," she said quietly. "My foot will take at least two more days to recover. I'll inform you when it's done."
With those words, she limped out of the room.
OOO
"You didn't tell her?" Kol's voice was incredulous. Klaus sighed irritably. "There's nothing to tell, Kol."
"What about the mates—"
"There are no mates, Kol!" Klaus yelled. "I am not mated. I am not a normal werewolf. I'm a hybrid. Hybrids don't have mates."
"They do," Kol said, his tone icy. "I asked Davina and her family to look into the curse Mother bound you with, and there's no mention of the mating bond being removed. You are her mate, and she is yours, so why is it so hard to accept—"
"Because she is the most aggravating woman I have ever met in my life!" Klaus roared, flinging a bottle of dried sage at the wall, which, upon impact, shattered into pieces immediately. Kol looked at him dryly. "Well done, Nik. That was my last jar."
"Just shut up, Kol."
"Why is so difficult for you to admit that you might have someone who cares for you other than us?" Kol asked coldly. "Why is so difficult to accept that someone might love—"
"She is a witch," he snarled. "And I am a hybrid. I am the very thing her kind has never wanted to exist."
Kol laughed humourlessly. "Are you so desperate that when you run out of reasons to protest, you comment on species? She is the same as you, Niklaus—"
"We are not the same. She is gentle, and pure, and untainted, whereas I—"
"Would you please stop being so self-deprecating?" Kol roared. "What is wrong with you? She feels the same way you feel about her. I have seen it, her watching you when she thinks you're not looking, the look in her eyes whenever another woman so much as glances your way—she cares for you, Nik, and you care for her. She is not simply a one-night stand for you anymore, she is much more than that, and we both know it.
Klaus breathed heavily, breath coming out uneven. "I want her. I want her in ways I cannot explain to myself, in ways I have never felt about anyone before, not Aurora, or Tatia—"
"Because of the bond," Kol said, staring at him. "And the sooner you accept it, the better." With a curt nod, he walked out of the room, before stepping back in. "I've asked Elijah to come over for a quick look-over I needed for one of my…projects. You better get it together before he gets on your case."
With that, the door closed.
OOO
"Your brother's nice," Caroline commented as she applied healing salve over her foot, Klaus sitting in front of her drinking a mixture of blood and tea. It tasted strangely good. "Polite and…immaculate."
They were sitting in Davina's herb garden, Caroline studying the plants and Klaus trying to find some peace and quiet over Elijah and Kol's bickering.
Klaus let out a dry laugh. "Yes, well, that's Elijah, alright."
Caroline hummed, then standing up and tasting her weight on her foot gingerly. "It should be better in a few hours. We can leave then."
"Good," said Klaus, raising his eyes to meet hers, and she nodded, their gazes staying connected for several seconds. She drew a sharp breath, then backed away slightly. "I should go."
"Caroline," Klaus said, standing up.
"No, it's okay," she said, putting up a palm. "We're just helping each other. No big deal. I'll just mentor Davina for a while after we're done and then I'll be leaving. No big deal."
"Caroline, wait. I have to tell you something," he said, nervously shoving his hands inside his pockets, making Caroline eye him suspiciously.
"What do you know about werewolves?"
"That they're drooling, slobbery creatures who like to howl and run around naked covered with fur on the full moon."
Klaus refrained from snarling at her, instead choosing to take the higher road. "I mean, what do you know about werewolf relationships?"
"That they're very protective about their familial members, and they mate for life, and usually that they find their mates ."
Klaus raised his eyes to look at her, and watched in trepidation as a horrified look spread across her cheeks.
"No. No. It's not possible. It can't be possible."
"It's the only explanation, Caroline," Klaus said frustratedly.
"Only explanation for what?"
"This!" he said, gesturing between them. "The bickering, the need to be in each other's presence—"
"I don't need to be in your presence!"
"Don't you? Do you not think I've noticed that every time you aren't with Davina or Kol for work, you used to be with me? Sitting in front of me, next to me, even clambering into my bed that one time, before you started avoiding me?"
Caroline flushed. "I was drunk. And the heat was out."
"Warming spells aren't exactly difficult for a witch to conjure, sweetheart," Klaus drawled. "I should know, my sister is one."
Caroline's cheeks reddened even more, if it were possible. "I couldn't do magic while I was drunk."
"Excuses," Klaus pointed out, and Caroline's ears turned red with anger. "Listen," he gritted out, facing her, "I don't like this any more than you do, you know. I don't need anyone."
"Said every single villain who needed someone in the end."
He kept his fangs in check, knowing that it would probably would end up not helping his case. Of course the universe would choose this woman to be mated to him.
She was beautiful yes, and intelligent, but also infuriating.
"I can't help the bond, and neither can you, love. So why don't we just accept it and—"
"There's no bond," she gritted out, her hands curled into fists. "There never was any bond. How can you be so sure that it's me? I'm a freaking witch, Klaus! Witches don't have mates! You're a hybrid, so go find a werewolf—"
"I didn't ask for you!" he roared at her, making her eyes shine dangerously. "Do you honestly think I would be insane enough to ask for someone as insufferable as you?"
"Oh, that's rich, coming from you."
"Don't speak like that to me—"
"What are you going to do? Kill—"
"I CAN'T KILL YOU, CAROLINE!"
"STOP YELLING!"
"I DON'T WANT TO YELL AT YOU!"
"You're doing a pretty fine job of it, Klaus," Caroline spat at him, making his eyes glow gold, and then, at that moment, he was sure as fuck he didn't imagine the look of pure lust that filled her eyes. He smirked. Her eyes were cloudy and hazy, she was sweating, clearly uncomfortable.
He bet if he moved slightly closer, he wouldn't just smell sweat. He stepped forward slightly, making her breath hitch. He saw goosebumps appear on her shoulders.
"Look me in the eyes, Caroline, and tell me you don't want me," he whispered into her ear, making her breath catch. "Tell me that the first time you saw me, you weren't caught up by thoughts about what I could do to you."
Her fists loosened and her shoulders fell, and she backed away, finally pressing up against a wall, Davina's daffodils surrounded her on all sides. She breathed in shakily. "So I thought you were attractive. You know you're attractive. People can find you attractive. It doesn't mean that we're—that I'm your—"
"You know that I'm a wolf," Klaus drawled, putting a hand in her hair, taking it as a good sign when she didn't pull him off. "And that wolves have very…heightened senses of smell." She gulped, making him smirk. "I can smell you. What you need. And I can give you everything you want," he said, gently pressing a kiss to her cheek, making her breath stutter. "All you have to do is ask."
"You…" she started, then broke off. "You're an ass."
He laughed harshly. "Call me whatever names you like, sweetheart, but it doesn't change the fact that you want me. you've wanted me since you saw me in that alley, and you liked it when I murdered that witch, liked the fact that someone was willing to kill someone to protect you."
"I hate you," she gritted out.
"Oh, on the contrary, love, I think you like me very much. You just have to," he moved closer, so that his lips ghosted over hers, making her moan, and he nearly ripped off her dress at the sound, "admit it," he whispered, looking her in her eyes, blue and full of lust.
A moment of hesitation and Caroline pulled him towards her by the collar, and he responded enthusiastically, wrapping one hand around her waist and one around her hair. He accidentally tugged her hair too much, making her pull her head back, making her moan.
Well. It seemed all witches weren't prudes at all.
Caroline slung one leg around his waist, and he was ready to rip her dress off, and his pants off, when he brushed against a plat and drew back, hissing in pain.
Caroline stared at him with wide, hazy eyes, lips swollen from his kisses, expression dazed, and even through the pain, he took pleasure in the fact that he was the one who put it there.
"What—what happened?" she asked, her breath coming out in short pants. "Why'd you stop? Are you okay?"
"Wolfsbane," he hissed, rubbing his arm (having suffered most of the brunt there due to his rolled up sleeves). "Looks like Davina Claire took every single precaution."
Caroline opened her mouth, but Klaus silenced her with a kiss. "No talking," he growled. "We're going to my room, and I'm going to ravish you until you can hardly form a coherent sentence, and you'll be able to say nothing but my name, and then," he said, kissing her again, noticing that she tasted of coffee, "we can talk."
Caroline nodded almost desperately. "Bedroom. Now."
OOO
He wouldn't tell Kol.
It would be torture.
He would torment them for days, calling them up and asking for updates. And he would not have interruptions from his impertinent brother after he had just watched Caroline fall asleep.
On his bed.
Klaus had to admit Kol could have a point with the whole mates thing. Even though he was still on the fence about the whole idea, as he knew Caroline was, he couldn't help but feel Kol was a little right.
He hadn't felt this way for anyone, in all his years of living, so instantly. With Tatia he had thought he'd been in love, but it was just infatuation and a desire to prove to his brother that he too could get the girl they both loved, that he wasn't just backing out because Elijah thought he had been in love as well. With Aurora it had been love, but it was a poisonous sort of love, since it had damaged him, and it had worsened her to the world. But he had fallen in love with her immediately, only to lose all traces of feeling for her when she had confessed to thinking of him as a horrible creature, an abomination of the earth.
He hadn't really loved anyone since Aurora. It had been flings, romances lasting a year or two, but that had been merely a few months, and he had eternity at his disposal.
And he wanted Caroline by his side through it all.
It wasn't the mate bond making him feel this. He would've known if it felt like it had been even the slightest bit forced. It was him, thinking this, the way he felt about the woman asleep next to him. Even if she hadn't been his mate, he would've noticed her. Talked to her. Made her his.
It wasn't just the universe wanting them together. It was him as well.
And he knew she felt the same way.
It wasn't just lust, for either of them, and he had seen it in her eyes, the way they softened when he and Kol shared a joke together, the day when he introduced her to his and Kol's horses, the time he had spoken to Elijah about her.
She liked him. Genuinely. However cruel he had been to her regarding his feelings at first, he was sure of them now.
He didn't love her yet. But he could. He would. Someday.
But not now. He was getting to know her. And every part of her that he knew, he liked. He liked everything about her, her smile, her eyes, the way she lit up around him, the way whenever she did magic her eyes glowed slightly brighter, how she turned red every time she was embarrassed.
He wanted her. He wanted her to stay, he realized. And not just for Davina. For him as well.
Caroline stirred, and Klaus snapped out of his stupor, a small smile spreading across his face when she groaned, sunlight falling onto her face, illuminating her hair. "Good morning," he drawled lazily, making her close her eyes and yawn. "Sleep well, love?"
She opened one eye and looked at him reproachfully. "We both know you and I didn't get much sleep last night, Klaus."
"Oh, yes," he smirked, "sorry about that, must've slipped my mind. How did you sleep for the rest of the part, anyway? I know I had a wonderful time last night, but I'm more concerned about you."
She rolled her eyes. "Okay, it is way too early in the morning for you to be you right now, Klaus."
He hummed and rolled her over so that she was on his stomach, noses inches apart, her legs fitting between his. "Oh, but you like me being me," he said cheerfully, his fingers pressing into the skin of her stomach, making her inhale sharply.
Caroline rolled her eyes again, and snapped her fingers, making him yelp as something hot sparked near his fingers, causing him to let go of her instantly. "I'm ticklish. No tickling."
"You could've just said so," he grumbled, rubbing his palms.
Caroline shrugged. "Where's the fun in that?"
She shook her head and got out of bed, wrapping the covers around her body, standing up and heading towards the bathroom, making him wrap a hand around her wrist. "And where are you off to?" Klaus asked, propping himself up on the bed on his elbow.
"Davina's. My ankle is healed, and we can be on the road soon. I just need a few herbs from her."
"And then we leave," said Klaus, looking at her carefully. "And we find Stefan and Damon. I kill Stefan, you kill Damon. And then what?"
She froze, her back straightening slightly. "And then we…we—"
"You want to leave," Klaus said resentfully, letting go of her wrist as he himself got out of bed, ripping off the covers, making her inhale sharply, before he pulled on his discarded jeans. He stared at him, and the look in her eyes was different.
"I don't—I don't want—"
"You'll come here to mentor Davina," Klaus said blankly. "You'll guide her, teach her for…what? A few months? You bid me and Kol goodbye and you set off on your path, never looking back. Is that it?"
She looked around, as if searching for an answer. "It's not like that, Klaus."
"Then pray tell, what is it like?" he snarled, his the red of his veins popping out, making Caroline take a step back, filling him with remorse.
He wouldn't hurt her. Ever.
"I'm sorry," he said, pulling himself back under control. "I just—I don't usually lose control."
Caroline nodded, then cautiously took a step towards him. "You don't understand, Klaus. It's more complicated that that."
"Then tell me," he said, collapsing into a chair. "I want to keep you in my life. Tell me how."
She gave him a small smile. "I still don't know about this mates thing, Klaus. It's way too…foreign for me right now. I'm nineteen years old, and I'm apparently mated to the most powerful person on the planet, who's lived for more than a thousand years. I have plans, a future, college, and you want me to skip town and come with you, leaving the rest of my life behind."
He nodded slowly, realizing he hadn't thought about it that way. Caroline was powerful, yes, but she was still human. If she wanted to do all those human things while she did, then it was fine. She could do them. She deserved it.
"But I also care," she said softly, looking at him, making him shift slightly. "I do care, Klaus. A few weeks ago I would've hated myself for it, but I do. I care. I care about you. And I do want you. It's just…I want to live life on my own terms too. Just…be myself before I get sucked into all this drama again."
"I understand," he said slowly, "that you want to go to college. Get a degree. Be normal. And you should do that. But what about—"
Me? What about me, Caroline?
He broke off, not wanting to expose himself more than he already had. He had already fallen deeper than he had planned to over the past few weeks.
She smiled at him. "You? Like I said, I still want you, Klaus. Just in the way normal girls want guys. I want to date you. I want to call you my boyfriend. I want to slowly fall in love with you. Because I could. And I think I will. So if you can give me those things, at least for a few years, then yes, I can make this work. Because—"
He rushed over and kissed her with a force enough to send her reeling back, making him wrap his arms around her waist and steady her. He pulled away, gazing at her, her eyes shining brilliantly. "Call me your boyfriend. Call me Nik. Call me anything you want. We'll make this work."
OOO
Two years later
"I'm going to visit my granddaughter," the old lady on the plane told Klaus cheerfully, making him grip the sides of his seat in irritation. She seemed like a sweet woman who was genuinely excited, it wouldn't do to kill her, no matter how vexing she was.
Plus, she kind of reminded him of how Caroline could be sometimes.
"She's graduating, see. From Yale," she pointed out, and Klaus smiled politely.
"Well, offer her my congratulations, ma'am," he said, hoping she would take the hint and leave him alone.
She didn't, unfortunately.
"She's single," she pressed on, and Klaus nearly choked on his water. "And very pretty. Only twenty-one. And how old are you, dear?"
A thousand and thirty-eight. Give or take a few years.
"Twenty-three," he said, giving his usual response as to when asked his age. It was how old he had been when he had been turned, and it seemed the most logical anyway. "But I have a girlfriend."
As if those words could describe what Caroline was to him.
Caroline Forbes.
He had earned the right of knowing her last name a year and a half ago, when she had finally trusted him with her deepest secret. A young witch of the Forbes coven, related closely to the Bennett witches, Caroline was a talented witch in her coven's eyes, managing to capture and kill two powerful vampire brothers.
At least, that's what Klaus had told her to tell them.
It had been two years since they had met, and a year and a half after they had finally found Stefan and Damon hiding out in Mystic Falls. Klaus, true to his promise, had blown Stefan to bits, and had let Caroline do what she had wanted with Damon, and Klaus had no doubt she would grow to be just as bloodthirsty as he was, once he had seen Damon hanging from the rafters with bloodstains all over his body and Caroline daintily swinging stakes dipped in vervain around her blood-speckled fingers. She had left him alive, wanting to make him suffer for longer than he had made her endure his presence.
Caroline didn't tell him why she exactly hated him that much then, but she did a few weeks later, and after Klaus had stopped seeing crimson and his rage had boiled over, he had rushed to Mystic Falls and had made sure Damon got the end he deserved.
Elena continued to donate a few pints of blood every two months, due to a lot of persuasion from Caroline. She didn't know Caroline had had a hand in her boyfriends' murders and Caroline preferred to keep it that way, saying that that was the only way she would willingly give him blood.
Also, she didn't particularly care for the doppelganger much to call her her friend either.
But it had been a (mostly) peaceful relationship since then, and he had found himself travelling to New York as Caroline graduated. She had been first in her class (naturally), and had been named valedictorian as well.
She and Klaus had maintained a steady relationship over the past two years, and he had moved to New York to be closer to her, but had not asked her to move in with him yet. He knew it was too soon, and Caroline wanted some more stability in her school life before that happened.
He had been away from New York for the past few weeks to conduct some business in New Orleans, and he was eager to have Caroline's arms around him again.
Kol had finally gotten Davina to fall in love with him, and were still together in Ohio. Elijah was still on his own, but Klaus knew for a fact that he had met one of Caroline's friends, Katherine, when they had visited six months ago, and Elijah had been tripping over his own perfectly composed tongue to talk to her.
Rebekah was in Paris for the year, having an affair with one of the city's…unique…personalities, and Klaus gave her two more months before they ended it and she came back. Of course, he didn't want her to break up with her supposed love, he wanted her to be happy, of course, but he knew her and her fickle mind, and she would be back soon.
And really, the man was an interpretive dancer for the gods of beauty, as he so claimed. Good lord knew Rebekah would have enough sense to end it with him.
Kol had decided to accompany him to New York for Caroline's graduation, along with Davina, and they were set to arrive in fifteen more minutes. Of course, it felt like an hour with the old lady sitting next to him babbling about how nice it was that Klaus had a girlfriend.
Fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes until he saw Caroline again.
OOO
Caroline jumped into his arms as soon as she saw him, wrapping her legs around his waist, causing a few disgruntled sleep-deprived passengers to roll their eyes at her, a few to make aw sounds as they watched. Kol snorted, and Davina elbowed him, immediately shutting him up.
"Hello, love," he grinned.
"I missed you," she murmured into his ear as she set her feet onto the ground. "So much. Three months is way too long."
"I would've flown back sooner, but there was too much work to be done," he said, picking up his bags and motioning for Kol to do the same. "How are you?"
She smiled. "Just fine. How was New Orleans?"
"I can't wait to show it to you," he said, causing her smile to widen. "Food, music, art, culture…and all I was thinking about was how much I wanted to show it to you."
She kissed him on the cheek. "Soon. I promise. I love you."
He never got tired of hearing those words from her.
OOO
"I wat to meet Rebekah," Caroline murmured as she lay on her side, the sheets pooling around her waist. Klaus looked at her slowly, his expression bewildered. "Beg pardon, love?"
"I want to meet Rebekah," she repeated. "And Freya, and Finn. I want to meet all of them."
"I—why?" he asked. The question was valid, why would she voluntarily want to meet his siblings?
Instead, she looked at him like he was the crazy one. "Because they're your siblings. Duh."
"No, but why do you want to meet them?"
"They're your family," she said, as if that explained everything. "And I'm your girlfriend. We love each other. We've been together for two years. I want to meet them. It's what a normal couple would do."
"But we're not normal, love."
She gave him a look, sighed, and kissed him lightly. "Please," she muttered against his lips. "Let's be normal. Let's meet your family as a couple. And it's only fair. You're meeting my mother soon."
Klaus froze against her lips, and he felt her lips curve. Scowling, he pulled away, looking her in the eyes. "Excuse me?"
"Yeah, she's coming over for graduation," she said nonchalantly.
"Caroline."
"What?"
"Were you ever planning on telling me this?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"At graduation," she shrugged, and he groaned. "Nik, come on. I knew if I had told you, you'd have made a big thing about why it wasn't necessary."
"It's not necessary," he agreed grumpily. Caroline rolled her eyes.
"Come on, Nik. You have to meet her. She's my mother."
"You already know she doesn't like me. She hates me, in fact. Eighty percent of witches do."
"I'm part of the twenty percent," Caroline said lazily, kissing him sloppily. "And part of the one percent of the people that loves you. And who you love."
"That's a hundred and one percent."
"Be nice to my mom," she said, giving him a pointed look, and he grumbled his assent, settling back onto the pillows as Caroline beamed.
Honestly, the things he did for her…
OOO
"Paris."
"Croatia."
"Paris."
"Greece."
"Paris."
"England?"
"Paris."
Caroline gave him a look. "Why not England?"
"Why not Paris?"
She rolled her eyes. "Because Paris is Paris, and I want to go there when I can spend weeks there, not days."
"Caroline, you're on break. You have weeks."
"Yeah, but it's not the same," she whined, stretching across their sofa.
Their sofa. Their house.
He had asked her after graduation. She had said yes. And there they were, six months later.
The only problem was, he wanted to go with her to Europe at least once before she graduated college. Because after that, he would spend time convincing her to turn, and that would surely take months of persuasion.
He wouldn't force her. It would be her own choice. But she would turn, eventually, she had to. He couldn't bear losing her, it would be like losing Henrik all over again.
"Caroline," he said impulsively. "Will you ever turn?"
She frowned at him, setting her phone down. "Turn? Into a vampire?"
"Yes."
He expected a straight no. Instead, she bit her lip and stared at him. "Maybe. Probably. I want to. But I also want to stay a witch. So that's a problem. Also, I'd never be welcome home again," she said, with a dry laugh. "But turning someday? It's definitely in the cards."
At least there was someday. He could have that.
OOO
Klaus kicked the door open, nearly foaming at the mouth with fury, as Caroline walked behind him, hands on her hips. "You're overreacting."
"How?" he seethed. "How am I possibly overreacting?"
"He just tried to kiss me, Klaus. He was drunk. He didn't realize."
"He should've. And you were angry as well."
"Yeah, that's why I kneed him, Klaus. And that doesn't give you the right to break his fucking arm!"
"He's lucky I didn't kill him," he growled, and Caroline rolled her eyes.
"What is wrong with you? It was justan accident. Why are you—mph! Nik!"
"You accepted the mate bond a long time ago, Caroline, you know what happens," he said against her lips, frantically pulling at her shirt, almost willing it to come off.
"Yeah, you get jealous, not murdery!" she panted, fingers opening the buttons on his shirt as he set her on the table.
"I can get as murdery as I want to," he snarled, giving up and tearing her shirt off, flinging her jeans and underwear somewhere into a corner of the house as well.
"You know what, fuck you, Nik, you're such a—oh, fuck."
"That's more like it," he said, satisfied, and she rolled her eyes.
OOO
"Happy birthday, sweetheart," Klaus said, rolling Caroline over so that she was pressed against him.
Caroline yawned and stretched, nodding sleepily. "Yep, happy birthday to me."
He laughed, pulling her closer. "I thought you liked birthdays."
"You like birthdays," she pointed out sleepily, "because you get birthday sex."
"Guilty," he said, not a trace of remorse on his face. "But that's not the only reason. I get gifts as well."
"Mm hm," she muttered, opening one eye blearily. "And gifts are the epitome of birthdays, aren't they?"
"No, that would be the birthday sex."
She smiled and rolled her eyes, finally getting up and stretching, the sheets falling around her body like a waterfall. Klaus eyed her hungrily, eyes flashing gold with lust, and she gave him a reproachful glance.
"So?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips. "Where's my gift?"
Klaus grinned at her, passing her two boxes, one slightly thinner than the other. "Open them."
Inside the first one was a gorgeous diamond necklace, similar to the bracelet he had given her for her graduation a year ago. Caroline's mouth parted slightly, slowly lifting the necklace gently. "It's gorgeous," she breathed, looking at him. "Thank you. Put it on me?"
"Of course," he said, and she moved over to sit in front of him, moving her hair away so he could clasp it properly. The diamonds gleamed in the morning sunlight, prominently shining against her clavicle.
An image of him painting her with merely the necklace on came to his mind. He hated cliches, and oh, dear lord, the ones from the Titanic movie were horrendous, but the idea was too good to simply let pass. Perhaps she could wear the bracelet and the earrings as well.
Caroline smiled at his lustful look, lightly hitting his shoulder. "Hey, buddy, don't get any ideas. It's seven-thirty in the morning and I have class."
"Don't I deserve a return gift?" he asked lustfully, his words dripping with want. "After such a lovely present?"
"And can you suggest something other than morning sex, Klaus?"
"How about your knickers?"
She reached behind her and threw her ruined underwear at him from last night, which he caught and shamelessly tucked into his pocket. "You know you have to buy me new ones."
"When do I not? Open the second gift."
She unwrapped the second one, frowning when two pieces of paper fluttered to the floor. "What are those?" she asked, bending to pick them up.
"Plane tickets. To New Orleans," he said nonchalantly, his façade slipping when she looked at him excitedly. "It's been three years, Caroline. It's one of my favourite places in the world. And I want to show it you. Everything about it. If you'll let me."
She squealed and flung herself on him, kissing him and pushing him back onto the bed. They stayed there for some time, just kissing, not doing anything much more.
"But," he said, finally, pulling away from her, appreciating the sight of her swollen lips and dark eyes. "There's someone we could meet first. If you want."
"Who?"
"Valerie Tulle," he said, and Caroline's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "One of Lily Salvatore's protegees—the good kind. She's a special kind of witch. She has the ability to turn witches to vampires without having them losing their magic."
Caroline's face was a myriad of emotions. "So, if you like," Klaus said, taking her hand in his. "You could immortal while remaining a witch. You could retain your abilities and be with me forever. And you—"
"Yes," she said, before he had finished speaking. "Yes, I'll do it. I'll turn. I'll be some weirdo witch-vampire, and I'll stay with you forever. Yes."
He kissed her, hard, and she laughed and threw her arms around him. "Very well, love," he said, grinning widely against her lips. "Pack your bags. We're going to New Orleans. Let's go make you a heretic."
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And that's a wrap!
I had a lot of fun writing this story, I hope you liked it! Please review and comment!
Cheers!
Sophie