Caroline woke up the next morning to find that she was alone in her bed. It appeared as if no one had ever been there with her. She rose from where she laid and went to her dresser to look at her reflection. She pulled away her long blonde hair that covered her neck to see that there was no bite mark there. Had it been a dream?
Yes that's exactly what it was. A dream. There was no way that she'd let a complete stranger bite and kiss her and touch her the way he did. She tried to remember the whole dream. She remembered that he was tracing the inside of her thigh before she completely fell asleep. Except she was already asleep because it was a dream. Go figure she had a sex dream and it ended before the sex actually happened.
Caroline got dressed into more comfortable clothing after taking a shower. She wore jeans and a pretty pale blue top matched with black flat boots. She straightened her hair for the day, which made her hair look so much longer. Soon after, she got in her car and headed for school, forgetting all about the dream with the man named Klaus.
Klaus lied on his bed at Mrs. Flower's bed and breakfast thinking about the night before. He pictured her beautiful face in his mind while his eyes remained closed. He took in the memories of touching her porcelain skin, the feeling of her soft blonde hair between his fingers, the look of eyes as blue as the ocean after a storm.
He longed for her. Klaus had wanted this for a long time and was determined not to lose her again. This time he'd have her forever. He knew if he was smart, he'd turn her right away but he couldn't help but want to draw things out. There was always something sexy about being with a human, maybe because he found that he had more power over her if she was a human. He liked having her under his compulsion, desperate to please him. As a vampire she'd be more independent.
He was all for that, but for the time being he liked things just the way they were. He liked having the power over his beautiful girl.
Klaus knew he'd see her again tonight. He was struggling with being separated from her right now. But that was all apart of the appeal. Separation does make the heart grow fonder.
He was lucky that her mother invited him in earlier that day after he posed as somebody else of no importance. He was very pleased to know that her mother was the sheriff and that she was rarely ever in the household. Which let him have all the time in the world with his pet. When he left her place early in the morning after she drifted of to sleep it pained him to leave her. He wanted to make love to her so bad but knew that it was better to wait.
He wondered what Caroline was thinking about right now. She probably dismissed his visit as a dream just like all the other girls he'd visit in the past did. The other girls however never brought him much pleasure and wanting the way Caroline left him feeling.
He smiled at the thought of her drinking from him. They were now connected and there was nothing that she could do about it. Before he was finished with her, she'd be his and she'd love him. There were no other options for her. She belonged to him.
After school Caroline spent the rest of the day hanging out at the Grill. Elena and Bonnie were playing a game of pool while Caroline was to the ladies room. She was reapplying her makeup in the mirror before she approved that it looked good. She took in one last appearance of her reflection and headed out the door. She bumped into Matt as she exited the door.
"Oh, Matt. I'm sorry I didn't see you," Caroline said.
"It's okay," he smiled at her.
She was about to go back to rejoin her friends when he stopped her by grabbing her wrist gently.
"Wait. I want to ask you something."
Caroline stopped. She knew that Matt had moved on from Elena and there was a possibility that there might be something going on between him and her now. She knew Elena didn't mind and was actually giddy at the thought that he was going to ask her out.
"Yeah?" She asked smiling.
"Do you want to go out sometime?" He asked.
I don't think so. It was strange. It was as if a man's voice was telling her that in her head. The voice had a British accent and was familiar. But she wanted to go out with him. No voice inside her head was going to stop her. Upon thinking that a voice was going to stop her she thought that she was going crazy.
"I'd love to," She said.
After their brief exchange of words, Caroline headed back to Elena and Bonnie feeling really happy but something inside of her, was raging mad. She could feel it and it wasn't like the anger belonged to her but rather just lurked inside. She tried to push the feeling away but it stayed with her for the rest of the day.
After the Grill was closed and long after Caroline had left, Matt walked to his car to head home. He unlocked the door of the car as he felt a presence next to him. He saw a tall man glaring at him and became unnerved.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"Someone who's way you're standing in," he gritted.
In a swift move, Klaus grabbed Matt by his head and snapped his neck, letting his body fall to the ground. Klaus coldly smiled at the dead body and walked away.
"No one will have her except for me."
Caroline tossed and turned in her bed. Something was keeping her from going to sleep. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't drift off. She felt a cold draft of wind come from behind her as she laid on her side facing the door. She rolled over to see that her window was opened again. And Caroline knew that it was suppose to be shut.
She got from where she laid and went to her window. She investigated the outside but once again no one was in sight. As she released her hands from the window after closing it shut a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. She gasped at the touch as she spun around to see Klaus looking directly at her. His eyes watched her carefully as she found herself trapped once more under his hold.
"Kiss me," he commanded. She did as he said as she brought her hands up to his face and kissed him, leaning on her tippy toes. He wrapped arms around her tightly as her tongue entered his mouth, enticing him more than he already was. His hands traced her back feeling the cotton of the shirt she wore to bed. He was much more pleased with the nighty she wore the night before.
Caroline hooked her arms around his neck as he began to kiss her jaw and move down to her neck while she arched it. He nipped at her, letting little blood drip. She found herself in the same intoxication she felt from before as his teeth sunk deeper into her neck as every inch of her began to throb.
He pulled away when he was finished and touched her forehead, moving a strand that was in her eyes. He looked deep into her eyes.
"Tell me you want me," Klaus said.
"I want you," Caroline repeated. And it was true. She wanted him. He was so sexy and made her feel so alive at a single touch. She wanted all of him right now. Forwardly, Caroline pushed him onto her bed and mounted him. She leaned over his face and crashed her lips over his as he rolled her on her back as so he'd be on top. He needed to be in control.
His hand crept up under her shirt and touched a breast, sliding two fingers under the bra. She let out a shudder of pleasure as his finger played with her nipple as it became hard. She wanted to play too, so she allowed a hand to trail down his stomach and to his pants. She slipped it into his pants and found her way onto him and began to stroke.
Klaus growled at her and ripped her t-shirt, exposing her lacy black bra. He placed his lips onto the breast he wasn't playing with and sunk his teeth into the porcelain skin. Caroline yelled out his name as he continued to bite, wanting her to scream more. AS she began to pant really loud she full gripped his member and stroked consistently.
Klaus could here the front door open, gaining his attention. He figured her mother was home for the night and immediately killed the mode. He'd have her again another time. As Caroline opened her eyes Klaus was gone and she was alone in her bedroom with her shirt ripped open with her breasts practically exposed. On one breast was a bite mark that matched the one on her neck. She touched it as scarlet wetness lingered on her fingers.