Klaus growled through gritted teeth, his grip tightening around Caroline's neck as she spoke. Her words were a temptation to him that he desperately wanted to act upon. He knew how good it would feel to knock her into place. To watch her face twist with realization of her doom as he ripped her life away. He would revel in the horror of the other slaves as he hung her body for them all to see. They would learn once and for all who they were dealing with.

He gave her a devilish look, staring into her own blue eyes. What he saw there will haunt him forever. He was grinning as he expected to find fear clouding her gaze, to his surprise, all he saw was anger staring back at him. No one lived after being angry with Niklaus Mikaelson. It should be fear; he should see fear in her eyes, but no. Not a sign of fear in sight.

He let her go.

He found himself observing her carefully as he stepped back from her. He heard her let out a small sigh of relief. Klaus tilted his head to the side, doing his best to figure out why she wasn't afraid. Was she dumb or just brave? He kept staring at her as if he were looking at a new species.

Caroline wasn't sure what to think about him. She didn't like the way that he was gazing her though his features had soften, he seemed almost harmless. She shook the foolish thought away; she could never trust her instincts around him. Yet the look on his face was something that she would never forget.

In a flash it all changed, he let out a loud growl as he yanked her up by the arm and roughly pulled her away from the grave site. She let out another painful squeal as he began dragging her back to the dark cottage. Her legs too weakened from the hard labor he had forced upon her, they gave out quickly but he continued pulling her along with no sign that he was even paying attention.

She felt the sharp pain of rocks ripping into her knees as his speed increased. She was stumbling, desperately trying to pull herself up when her body was thrown down at the door of the cottage.

Her breath was ragged as her chest continued throbbing in pain. Her legs were covered in fresh blood as her brow dripped with sweat. She slowly looked up to find she was now alone. He was gone, disappeared into the black night, leaving her bloodied, bruised and exhausted. Both physically as well as emotionally.

One Week Later:

"Should we even give him a slave? I have seen many girls go into his room and never come out." Finn questioned. Elijah nodded.

"I don't know anymore, Finn." Elijah sighed. Finn nodded his head. "What Kol does is his business, though he is going through slaves like a child goes through candy."

"Now that's not very nice, Elijah. You can't boss around your siblings, as well." Klaus entered the room tauntingly. "I say, why not give him what he wants? You enjoy those biddings, after all."

"Fine, do whatever you want." Elijah said in defeat, walking out of the room.

"What are we talking about?" Kol asked entering the room, licking the last drop of blood from the corner of his mouth. Finn shook his head.

"You drained another slave."

"And your point is?" Kol asked.

"Knock it off, or we won't let you have a personal slave again." Elijah called out from the other room. Kol looked at Klaus. He shrugged, and Kol stomped off.

Caroline stood in the same line, in the same ole spot as she did every day. She was growing beyond bored of the same situation. She kept remembering the other night with Klaus, though she swore it was a dream. It was another Kol day; she had grown to dread them. Though he would give her simple tasks, she was taunted by his sexual comments, she felt as if she was spending more of her day fending him off than working.

As he stood in front of her, his face lit with a smirk. "How about you do some gardening, darling." She nodded and as soon as he passed her by, she was off. She headed straight for the gardening tools and went off to plant flowers without a single look back at Kol, whose gaze she could feel even across the lawn. She dug the shovel into the ground with all her force, wishing it was Kol's heart she was digging out. She smiled at the happy thought and tossed the dirt to the side. She repeated this until it was deep enough for the flowers, she then patted the soil back inside.

Caroline smiled proudly at her accomplishment. She looked off into the distance and noticed at the large tree. Her head tilted to the side. She stared at the tree and the dirt below. It looked oddly familiar. Maybe it was because of her dream from the other day, when she had to bury bodies. She dug another hole and felt her small shovel hit something. Curiously, she leaned forward and looked down at what had stopped her dig. Tossing the shovel aside, she used her hands to continue. It was a tiny wooden something. She cleaned it off with her thumb. It was a wolf; so much detail went into this small charm. She glanced around to make sure that no one was looking, then quickly shoved it into her shoe and finished her work.

At lunch, Caroline discreetly slipped into the cottage. She found a piece of yarn and placed it through the little whole in the charm. She tied it around her wrist after a few tries and walked back outside. She stopped abruptly as she came face to face with Kol. He grinned at her smugly at her. "Hello, darling."

"Good Afternoon, Mr. Mikaelson." She said looking down at the ground, rubbing her hands together.

"Good news. I'm promoting you to be inside."

"What?"

"You heard me." He replied, reaching his hand out and pulling a piece of stray hair from her face causing her to flinch. She had grown used to his wondering hands but luckily they never roamed anywhere inappropriate. She knew he was just trying to get a rise out of her, for now anyway.

"Are you serious?" She asked him in disbelief.

"Get inside and report to Finn, before I change my mind." She nodded and wandered off towards the large mansion. She looked down at her wolf charm, she was never one to believe in coincidences, but maybe this new bracelet would be good for her. Caroline wiped her feet off before stepping into the wooden floors of the grand home. Just as she walked inside, there was a flash and a male stood in front of her. Finn.

"What are you doing inside?"

"Kol sent me in here." Caroline said sheepishly. Finn looked furious, though he didn't look like he would kill. Thankfully, Caroline had grown used to assuming how a vampire would act by his facial expressions though she was always cautious. Finn sighed in defeat.

"Alright, this way." She followed behind Finn as he walked into another room, it looked like an office. He went over to the closet and opened it. He called her over. "Pick your size, dress and shoe." Caroline looked at the outfit, it was much more enjoyable than the outside one. The top of the sleeveless dress was white, with a black skirt that went to her thigh, maybe a little lower. The shoes were black pumps, ones that were on her wish list. She was so excited about this outfit; it suited her much more than what she was wearing.

"Put it on." He said, as he turned around to give her a moment of privacy. Quickly, she placed on the outfit with the shoes.

"Okay." Caroline said and he turned back around. She knelt down and picked up her old clothing.

"Let me give you the tour." He stated before walking out of the room. He walked up the flight of stairs and to the Right wing. "This is the slave quarters, each of you share your own room. Unless you are a personal slave, then you will stay across from your vampire in the Left wing." He opened up the door to a room. "This is your new room. Your roommate is Ms. Gilbert. She has the day shift and you have night. Night shift you usually do most of the cleaning and laundry, though you may be promoted to the day shift if you keep up your work. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir." She said trying to hold back the smile creeping on her face thanks to the new arraignments. He led her into the Left wing of the home and showed her what door belonged to which original. The large solid oak door that Finn had told her belonged to Klaus left her frightened more than the others. She was still unsure what to think of him or how to deal with him for that matter.

Once her tour was over, she was allowed to go back to her room and rest. At 9pm she was told to report downstairs to do her nightly cleaning duties.

As she traveled back to the room, finally allowing her smile to spread over her face, Kol passed by her.

"I was right," He said, stopping her. "You do look absolutely stunning in that uniform. Maybe you should come to my room tonight. Though you do look good in that dress, I'd much rather see it on my floor." He smirked as he walked away. Caroline closed her eyes, shaking the disgusting feelings that were creeping through her body away. As she continued back to her room, refusing to think further on Kol, she saw Klaus walking down the hall towards her. He instantly stopped and looked at her, as if he was in disbelief of her being inside of the house.

"Kol!" He yelled, turning around and walking the other way to scold his brother. "What the hell are you thinking?" He hissed.

"What's the matter, brother? Can't I have a little fun?" Kol asked before Caroline heard the door slam shut.

She shook her head and made her way into her room. Inside sat Elena; the two friends looked at each other before hugging tightly. "Thank god you're okay." Elena murmured.

Caroline sat in the laundry room, the newest addition to the Mikaelson estate. Her first task of the evening was to wash Klaus's sheets. She was relieved to find them clean of any blood as she pulled them one by one from the basket. Whistling softly while she worked she reached the last bottom item and instantly shut her mouth, silencing herself. Slowly she continued pulling out the pillowcase covered in dried blood.

Rolling her eyes as she began treating the stain in the large sink she began to quietly whistle once again. She hated herself for being able to clean such a mess without feeling sick. After the sheets were washed and dried, she folded them neatly and made her way up to his room.

Walking inside she noticed the deep grey walls surrounded by a large antique dresser, a writing desk, and the biggest four poster bed she has ever laid eyes upon. Looking around, she admired the cherry wood and meticulous craftsmanship in the furniture.

She slowly sauntered over to a wooden cabinet which she assumed held his bed sheets inside of it. She opened it with ease, and out fell a drawing. She looked at it curiously. It was a beautiful night sky with the moon shining brightly. She stood motionless as she ran her fingers over the breathtaking sketch.

She set the sheets down on the wooden floor and reached inside the cabinet. Grabbing what looked like a sketch book, she opened it without even thinking what she was doing. She sat on the corner of his bed, entranced as she flipped through each beautiful drawing on the pages. She was in awe, and found it safe to say that these were not where the sheets went.

"What are you doing in here?" Klaus demanded standing in the doorway. Caroline jumped to her feet and watched in horror as the sketch pad fell to the floor.

"I was putting away your sheets, Mr. Mikaelson." She said as he flashed in front of her and picked up the book. Placing it back in the cabinet he turned back to face her.

She swallowed the hard lump that had formed in her throat as she held her shoulders up straight and kept her gaze on the floor.

"How about under the bed?" He snapped. Caroline looked back at his bed, then the glance fell to the drawers underneath. Oh. In a flash, he had her by the throat and pushed her up against the cabinet.

"You know, Caroline. I don't like second chances, and I walked away from you once without killing you. But I can assure you, I will not be doing it again." He threatened his tone cold and menacing. Caroline held her gaze steady with his, her eyes filling with rage. What she hoped was just a dream was reality, well; he didn't have to walk away the first time. If he hadn't she wouldn't be here right now. Caroline watched as his eyes raked over her new uniform. He suddenly froze his body stiffening as he released his hold on her neck and grabbed her wrist. He was examining her new bracelet very carefully, his brows furrowed.

"Where did you get that?" He hissed through gritted teeth yet as he looked up at her she saw his eyes clouded with some unrecognizable feeling.

"I found it when I was planting flowers in the garden." She murmured.

"Get out."

"But I thought you said that you-"

"Get out!" He roared, he causing her to jump as he released her wrist. Without further hesitation she ran from the room. She stopped around the corner from his room to calm her heaving chest. With a loud deep breath, she adjusted her disheveled uniform and headed straight downstairs to see what her next task would be.

"I kind of like the blonde one, Matt." Rebekah stated with a smile dancing on her face. Her brothers turned and glared at her. Elijah was the first one to speak.

"No." He stated. The five siblings sat in their office. For the past half hour, Rebekah did her best to choose a slave, though whomever she picked, her brothers denied.

"Fine, one of you choose!" She sighed loudly, rolling her eyes in frustration.

"I want the blonde," Klaus said not bothering to look up from his sketch pad he was drawing in. "Caroline."

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