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Part VI

Klaus

Dover, England 1553

Klaus stormed across the halls, determined. He knew he must look a frightening sight as he brushed past the servants that were wandering the halls, each immediately ducking their head upon sighting him. His anger was not difficult to feel, after all. His doublet was unbuttoned, his undershirt visible, his chin-length locks were frazzled and he looked like he could use a solid few hours of sleep. His eyes, on the other hand, did no convey any exhaustion. No, all they showed were fury.

He finally made to their door, causing him to pause for only a moment. Shaking off his weak hesitation as his anger continued to bubble, he burst into their room, slamming the door so hard a crack ran up it.

She turned her head up to look to him from where she sat on their bed. Her blonde curls were half in her face, but no enough so as to hide her defiant blue eyes. She had her arms crossed in a familiar, stubborn posture. She raised a delicate eyebrow, silently questioning him.

"I have had enough of this!" Klaus bellowed, walking briskly across the room, and taking her by the shoulders roughly. "You cannot keep doing this, Caroline!" He shook her slightly, hands tightening; once he would have worried that he might harm her with his superior strength, now, however, she was no longer the fragile human she had been, but a strong vampire. Sometimes he thought that she was perhaps his equal in all things now. No, she was better.

"It is my choice!" She hissed back, trying to pull away from his incredible grip.

"Not if your choice is killing you!" He yelled, forehead to hers, his burning eyes meeting hers. Suddenly, she stopped struggling and they both froze as his worry came out into the open. For a brief moment, everything stopped, and it was just the two of them, stuck in a deadlock.

And then her eyes softened, only slightly, but it was enough to make his anger fade and turn solely into worry. She lifted her hand and stroked his cheek, her finger trailing down his chin. She looked sad, so incredibly sad, and it made Klaus crack inside. He wished for nothing more than her happiness.

"Forgive me, I meant not to worry you." Caroline whispered, her hand dropping away from his cheek, falling limp into her lap where she stared at it. Klaus sighed, and sat next to her, staring at her for moment, waiting for her to continue. "I just cannot bring myself to… not after…" She trailed off and immediately Klaus knew why she was doing what she was. He now knew why she insisted on practically starving herself, only feeding because he forced her hand.

She was ashamed of herself, guilty over her little accident with that maid only a month ago.

And yet Klaus was still confused, 'twas not as if the girl had died; they had been able to save her in time. It had been close but they had managed it. Caroline did not become a murderer, so why would she be so wracked with guilt?

"It is not I that must forgive you, love. You must first forgive yourself; the girl is alive and well, you did nothing wrong. You simply followed your instincts. Please, love, stop doing this to yourself, it is not worthy of this." He took her hand into his, sitting close to her side. When she didn't respond and looked away in shame, he suddenly pulled her over and placed her so that she was seated in between his legs, her back to his chest.

He leaned over her shoulder to whisper into her ear.

"Please, love."

It seemed his words broke her resolve as she twisted to look at him with tear-filled eyes. "And what if next time I do more than simply hurt someone? What if I murder them?" She asked, desperate.

"Then I will be there to stop you." He stated, as if it was obvious.

There was silence as they continued to simply stare at one another. Klaus knew Caroline was testing the truth of his words, wondering if he really meant it. She seemed to believe him as she finally nodded, agreeing, and leaned forward to give him a chaste kiss.

Klaus' shoulders slumped in relief as Caroline twisted herself back around, leaning back into his chest; she tilted her face so that it was buried in his neck. Klaus let themselves enjoy the intimacy of their position for a moment before her pallid color reminded him of just how long it had been since she had blood; he did not want to wait any longer.

"You must feed." As soon as the statement was out of his mouth, Caroline tensed up; though she had agreed to his demands, it would take her a while to want to feed again. It amazed Klaus at how much restraint she was showing, a starving vampire was a dangerous things… to creatures other than him, that is.

In sudden decision, Klaus, unwrapped his arms from her waist and rolled up his sleeve, offering his wrist. It was the ultimate sign of surrender for any vampire, let alone an Original, and there was only person to whom he would show such a sign.

He placed his chin on her shoulder, watching her reactions from the corner of his eye. He saw the disbelief there and then her own decision coming to light in her eyes. She peeked at him, and he nodded slightly, letting her know that this was what he wanted, what he needed. He needed to know she was alright, that she would feed.

He watched in fascination as her fangs extended into pearly white points, as he eyes darkened with blood. By any means, such a face should be terrifying, but to him it was beautiful. She was deadly, unearthly, and the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

And then she gripped his forearm with her dainty hands and her fangs pierced his skin, and his blood flowed into her mouth. They both took a shuddering breath, alive in the pleasure it brought. She pulled his arm closer and he gave it freely. His hand stroked her cheek as she continued to drink, and he turned his face and presses a fevered kiss to the hollow of her throat, listening to thrum of her now fast-pumping blood. It was in moments like this that the beast in him and the man were one.

It was Caroline, all Caroline, she made him who he was supposed to be. And he loved her for it. So, he would always be there, in one way or another.

The monster loved her. The man loved her. He lovedher.

When she had her fill and her hands began to loosen their grip, Klaus tightened his arm around her waist and pulled his already healing wrist from mouth. He thumbed away the single drop of blood that trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Her smile up at him was languid, satisfied, and full of love.

Klaus simply smiled back and kissed her gently.

He would offer her anything, even his own battered heart.

Next one will be Elijah's and that will be the very last part of The Stories of Old.

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RW