Ties That Tear Apart

Summary: If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. And if that still doesn't work, steal their prized possessions, the girl. Yeah the girl.

Chapter 0: The Fool

The first thing Caroline tasted was blood. It filled her mouth and stained her throat. She nearly choked on it, but had to quickly calm herself from the act of doing so. If she wasn't careful, she'd drown in it and die at the age of twenty-one or was it nineteen. She couldn't remember her age, the years had blended together. It was like just another day for her after she became Marcel's fiancée, not like anyone could tell her differently. They were probably too afraid.

She couldn't blame them. Marcel had a way with...words. She could say that. Half the time, she had to close her eyes and wish it was all a dream so she could rest easy and didn't need those stupid pills to put her to bed. If only it was that simple. It was not.

"Baby...wake up. You can't..." She heard faint whispers over her. The voice wasn't soothing, she wanted to pretend to be passed out, still. Maybe it would go away and she could lose herself in her own thoughts, but part of her knew it wouldn't be enough. The distant part of her, what would she call it, intuition told her she was dying. That she was using her last breath to drown herself in her own blood. She had to survive and for what?

What did she have left? Her father had left her to be gay with a man who hated the very earth she walked on. Her mother had died of heartache. She was the only one left, trying to live or die. She wasn't good enough for her ex, he had left her, saying her drama was the worst thing he didn't want to experience. She wasn't good enough for college, apparently the only good thing she could do was play dress up for Marcel and his pals, stand on the side and watch the horror he placed on people's faces. She would drink as well, continue too.

"What do I have to get you to open your eyes?"

She heard the voice again. Was it her intuition speaking to her? Why did it have to be so loud? She was tired, couldn't she rest, for a minute?

"I can't...twenty-three." She whispered, spitting out blood. It landed on her chin, staining it. She opened her eyes just a little to look at the person, this so called intuition of hers. Although it was too much, black fell over her eyes and she turned her head from her intuition towards the darkness. Maybe, this time, she would keep the voice silent, for she was tired. Very tired.

;..:

Klaus arched his brown, staring at the people running around him. He was lost, just a bit. He had sipped on virgin blood, the hardest to find in his part of town, but he had a source. Elena Gilbert. She had pledged herself to him for protection. Her ex, Stefan Salvatore had threaten to kill her if she didn't near bow before him. She had, for a while, but then once her aunt died. She took a stand. She had cursed at Klaus, telling him she would never subject to being his slave for the rest of her days. He had waved it off, compelling her to do as he said till he was done with her. It hadn't been his best note, but least he got her to shut up, though once she met Damon, his right hand man, she kept talking, tailing after both of them. Which he found funny, Damon and Stefan were brothers, but hated each other with a passion that could tear down walls. Klaus understood. His siblings saw things differently than he did, wanted less. Only he couldn't find it in his heart to mention towards Elena that they were siblings, it seemed Damon enjoyed her pestering company and her blood always tasted fresh each time he snipped him a taste.

Although with Marcel's appending arrival, he might as well savoir this glass for he had sent Elena away. He had heard rumors that Marcel had his own blood bag, The fiancée. He didn't believe in rumors, but wanted Elena far from Marcel if they weren't. But part of him knew the rumors were the truth, their last meeting, Marcel had his witches stick to the car he arrived in, which was a bit shocking to Klaus. Usually Marcel would have his witches all over the place, if someone had rattled them out. Not this time though.

"Master, there was an accident."

Klaus pulled himself from his thoughts, snapping his attentions towards the being facing him. He was drenched in blood and smelled of death. He clenched the glass he was holding tightly, Klaus could hear it crack as he stared at the man before him.

"What accident? Is Elena safe?" He could practically feel the blood from the cup flow along his fingers.

The man nodded. "Yes, not her. She's safe. It's Marcel and his party. We didn't get to them in time, they were hit by a compelled driver. We found them in the river."

Klaus loosen his grip from around the cup. It slipped from his hold and hit the floor, breaking around his foot. "What?" Klaus moved forward, bumping his shoulder into the man before him as he reached for the entrance. He could hear the man rushing to keep up with him. "Master, his blood bag. She's dying."

Klaus stopped. He was almost towards the door. The man behind him bumped into his back. He craned his neck to face him, anger flashing across his features, his eyes blazing a bright golden brown. The man jumped back in fear, his lower lip vibrating to let out a soft whimper of fear.

"What are you standing around here for? Get them." He harshly spat, baring his lengthening fangs. He snarled, nodding his head towards the door. If he didn't do nothing about this, Marcel would probably take this as a kill, trying to take him out. Klaus didn't care about his land, his life had started in Mystic Falls and its where he wanted it to end. Once he built up his army. If he stopped killing them.

"They are coming..." The man bowed, kneeling before Klaus for mercy. Klaus raised his hand, extending his fingers so he could slash them across the man's throat, but a stench of wet earth and blood flooded his nostrils. He turned his head back towards the opened door. His minions were still bustling about, trying to get everything in order, but they all had stood before the door as Marcel, himself, stood there blocking the entrance with a blonde in his hands. Her hair was matted and covered her features , her arms hung lifelessly, her fingers twisted and turned at awkward angles. One leg stretched out as the other hung bent.

"You have to save her." Marcel stretched out his arms, his clothes were ripped, bloodied, wet. The water puddled around him.

Klaus never seen him so distraught. It was like a doppelgänger had taken Marcel's spot. He quickly barked orders though, telling his minions to take care of Marcel and his fiancée. This was going to be settled.

Only Marcel brushed and snarled at each hybrid that came his way, taking a staggering walk forward towards Klaus. Klaus met him half way as Marcel passed over her near dead body. Klaus cradled her in his arms, looking down at the blonde. Half her face was scarred, parts of her hair was missing and there was a bruise around her neck.

"Feed her your blood. She'll heal faster than with me. I'll probably shove it down her throat."

Klaus nodded, confused, but said nothing, forcing a small smile along his features. "Don't let her turn though. I mean that, sire."

Klaus's eyes blazed gold. He could hear the bold challenge in Marcel's voice, but dare didn't comment. This wasn't the time for showing off. He had a life in his hands.

He turned his head down towards the man, Kale. "Bring Elena back here with Damon. I want this hit handled."

Kale nodded, sprung up from his knees to carry out the very order. Klaus turned his attention back towards Marcel, but found him on the floor, knocked out.

:..;

"Care, we shouldn't. You're drunk."

Caroline shook her head, throwing her hair over her shoulder as she grabbed onto Tyler's shoulders. He felt so strong and manly in her hands. Her body was near begging to be against his. Marcel hadn't touched her in so long. She probably forgot how to allow herself to be touched.

Tyler grabbed for her hands, holding them in his hand to keep them off of him. "Stop this, Caroline. You need to work it out with him, not fuck the next guy that comes your way."

Caroline's smile faded. She had been laughing, but that had vanished. Anger had flashed across her angelic face., her blue eyes were now dark with emotion. She couldn't believe this...man."He won't touch me you know. He loathes me. It's probably because I'm human. I can't last." She continued on, rambling, but Tyler shook her to silence.

"I'm a werewolf. I can't bring myself to hurt you. We can talk, have tea?" He looked her over. Although it seemed like she wasn't listening, her words wouldn't come out. She was just staring at his mouth. "Care, you're beautiful. Don't do this to yourself."

Caroline stepped forward. A part of her, how she used to be, was coming forth. She could do this, become who she was. He made her feel like that though. He woke up parts of her that had long died. She wanted to blame it on meeting Marcel. He had killed something inside of her, but now she was going to wake it up. She was drunk though. He had been right.

She slides her hands up his shoulders to wrap them around his neck, pressing her entire body against him, her lips meeting his own before he can say another word and then, once she pulls back. His lips had felt awkward and forced. He wasn't into it, but why? Wasn't she attractive?

"I'm gay, Caroline." Tyler's hands rest on her hips, holding her still as he stares into her eyes. His expression true, but honest, raw. A soft small smile appears along his face.

;..:

Caroline felt something cool and warm hit her tongue. The sensation felt like sex and she latched onto it. She didn't want the feeling to end. She sucked with all her might. She's never tasted something this good before and it's waking up every part of her. Her eyes open wide, her vision is blurry. She seems brown hair, soft eyes. She focuses on that as she continues to suck. Her body cracks. She lets out a groan, a jolt of pain shoots through her body, filling her up. She let's out another groan that she soon chokes on as more continues to fill up her mouth.

"Sweetheart, you should let go. You'll kill yourself."

She latches away. Something else is throbbing. It's foreign to her, but she loves the throbbing. It feels good.

Whoever is feeding her, she knows what it is, is trying to pull away. The source is starting to get lighter. She latches onto it with her lips, holding onto it harder. She doesn't want it to stop. She's nearing screaming for it.

"Let go or you might not wake up again." Caroline shakes her head. She feels like an animal, growling as the source feels even more lighter than before.

"It's what I want..." She says breathlessly, her throat closes up, a cup almost full.

The source is ripped from her. She whimpers, her eyesight comes back to her tenfold. The eyes, his eyes are the first thing she sees. They are beautiful brown and then she passes out again.

:..;

She wakes with urgency. Her eyes snap attention to her surroundings. She feels healthier than she's ever been. She actually feels fine. She's never felt this good since...well it's all fuzzy, but she just feels good, exhilarated. Powerful.

"Blondie. I haven't seen you in awhile."

Caroline turns her head towards the voice. It's manly, dark filled with things she's thought about tasting, but couldn't quite get her hands on. When she focuses, her eyesight seems clearer, it's a man. His dark hair is short, styled in a way that makes her want to run her hands through. His eyes are a bright ice blue, she instantly feels chill staring into them. His lips are turned upward in a smirk and his arms are crossed over his chest.

"Usually, you'd be across the room right now, but you're waiting patiently. I'm impressed."

Caroline arches her brow in confusion. Who is this man? He's attractive, sure. Aren't must vampires who want to eat their victims and not in the fun sense?

"What are you talking about? I don't know you."

The man scoffs, pushing himself up against the wall, unfolding his arms to slide them into his pants pockets. His shirt is tightly fitted against his chest and her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the rest of him. His dark jeans that hug every inch of him. Are they painted on?

He sits on the bed beside her, reaching forward as to tower over her. It's only then that she realizes she's naked, bare, exposed. She grabs for the covers, pulling them up to cover herself, but the man grabs for her hands stilling her. "You're never this shy, why start now?" He tilted his head, staring at her. She swallows thickly.

She opens her mouth. She has to tell him. Marcel will kill him, did exactly what he did to Tyler. He's too hot of a man to be ripped to shreds. "Wait...I..." She opens her mouth to speak, but is silenced once his lips meet hers.