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After their short conversation, he had decided to leave her. She had such a fire in her eyes. She was fierce and she was strong. She was going to be a little harder to break than his regular victims. That's what he liked to do. Break their spirits and then their bones before killing them. Normally women would beg and plead, promising him anything to be let go. Somehow he knew this one would fight until the very end. He found himself aroused and amused at the thought of her fighting him until her final heartbeat. He wondered where her fight come from. She had come from nothing and lived with nothing. She should care less whether she had lived or died. For some odd reason, she generally wanted to live. He wished he had studied her as long as he'd studied the others. Normally he studied a girl for a month and charmed her into his home. As soon as he saw Caroline Forbes, it was only a week before he knew he had to have her. He knew he wouldn't be able to charm her so quickly. He had seen her reject many men that seemed suitable in the week that he watched her. He knew if he had tried to seduce her, his fate would have been the same. That was the reason he just tried to use chloroform. He hadn't accounted for her being so strong. This only gave him an adrenaline rush that pushed him to continue to pursue her. She was perfect. He needed to have her, to cut into her, to see what made her tick. He was generally intrigued.

Klaus walked up the stairs into his living room. He went around, locking all doors and windows before turning on the alarm system. It was already much past midnight and he had work in the morning. With one more glance around the house, he was sure it was secure and went into his bedroom. He dropped his pants at the door and tore off his shirt next. He climbed into bed, knowing that tomorrow was Friday. He had all weekend to play with his new toy. With a smile on his face and his eyelids heavy, sleep overcame him.

Caroline sat in the chair after he left the room. She thought about yelling and screaming after him but she couldn't give that satisfaction. Niklaus Mikaelson was the millionaire playboy. Why in the hell was he kidnapping women? She was sure he had been voted one of the sexiest men alive. She shook those thoughts about what he was said to be. She needed to focus on what he really was. He was the monster who had kidnapped her right off the street. The man who was mysterious. Her life lay right in his hands and all she could do was wait for any opportunity to make a run for it. She needed a plan. She needed to be ready to when the moment came, she could run for her life. She refused to be killed by this man. She would not show fear or any emotion. Not until she got to get him back, only then would she let him see any emotion. Only joy that she had gotten to be the one to win his sick little game.

She tried to listen to what was going on upstairs. After footsteps went around the house a few times, there was nothing but silence. Though he had left her tied, sitting up, in a wooden chair; she tried to sleep. She closed her eyes and soon found herself dreaming of home where her little sister was probably worrying about her.

The next morning Klaus awoke to his alarm clock. He jumped up and showered a little quicker than usual. He got dressed in his usual business suit and went downstairs. He made a breakfast plate of eggs and bacon, but not for himself. Grabbing the plate, he walked down to the cellar and unlocked the bolt that held the door shut. He slowly walked down the stairs, making sure he was quiet. As soon as he saw her, he felt something a little different. Her eyes were closed, her chest slowly rising and falling, her clothes and hair a complete mess. It was the most beautiful site he'd ever seen. He didn't want to wake her bus he had to hurry and feed her before he had to leave all day for work. He sat the plate on a near table and grabbed her shoulder, shaking it gently. Her skin was delicate and smooth. He had hardly realized that she had woken up. He was now seeing another beautiful site. As soon as Caroline's eyes fluttered open, there was a slight confusion in her eyes. She looked around and for just a moment, he saw fear.

It quickly disappeared, he assumed, as soon as she remembered what had happened last night. That fear suddenly turned into pure, raw anger. She looked at him like she may have looked at Satan himself. He enjoyed the look. "Hello, Love." He said with a grin on his face. "I have come to feed you. I can't have you malnourished now. Can I?" He laughed as he picked up the plate and eating utensils. Surprisingly, she opened her mouth and let him feed her. "Now, that's a good girl." He watched her lips as she chewed. They looked amazing, delicate and slightly plump. He found himself wondering what they felt like.

She wouldn't have eaten if she wasn't practically feeling like she was starving. She hadn't even realized how hungry she had been until she smelled the delicious aroma. She took it in quick bites. He stopped feeding her for a moment and just stared at her. She thought about saying something but just before she could, he began feeding her the last few bites. She looked at him, confusion obvious on her face as she noticed him getting closer to her face. Before she knew it they were nose to nose. She quickly sucked in a breath, knowing this was at least a shot to hurt him a little. Though his nose was still bruised. She wondered why he was so close to her when he suddenly spoke. "If you hadn't eaten so quickly, you wouldn't have mad a mess." He said, almost in a whisper. He took his finger and wiped the corner of her mouth. She wasn't sure why but she had felt electricity in that touch. This only pissed her off. She threw her head forward and caught him in the nose. "You little bitch." He yelled, holding his nose and backing up. He smashed the plate to the floor and took off up the steps.

Caroline smiled it was a small victory, but it was a victory damn it!