Thanks to the lovely klovec for the beta.
I have been asked here and on my tumblr account if there would be NC in this story. While the sex in this fic will be consensual, I do want to warn that this is a darker story and Klaus is a Devil from Hell.
So there is no confusion, I am WARNING for Mature and Dark themes.
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Present Time
Vibrations rippled through the air, tearing the atmosphere asunder so the darkness could seep in. It entered the bedroom, smoky trails that slid and slithered over her flesh, surrounding her in black silk. Her pulse quickened, fear settling in her lungs until she gasped for breath.
He was coming.
The clock on the wall ticked down the seconds, each click a stark reminder of how fast time passed and how little was left for her. A miscalculation somewhere along the way, she should have been long gone by now.
Her focus returned to her task and her feet flew over the plush carpet towards the dying woman. Approaching the grand canopied bed, piled high with exotic colored blankets, she froze.
There was no body. No soul to save. Only a single blood rose on the pillow.
"Caroline."
She turned at the whisper, innocence ensnared by evil - fly to the spider; she was trapped in his web at last.
He knew her name.
Terror slammed into Caroline, slashing at what little remained of her courage. Sound froze in her throat, her limbs stiffening to marble. A pretty statue, she could only stare in horror at the evil advancing on her. A smirk tugged at the corner of the devil's mouth and his eyes glittered. Step by step, timed with perfection to the ticking clock he prowled closer to her. The lights flickered and Caroline prayed to Elijah and to the Divine for deliverance from evil.
Her prayers flared to points of light in the shadows and floated to the ground as burnt ash. Dread slicked through Caroline's veins. Cloaked in a trap of malignant evil no one could hear her.
"Pray all you want, no on will ever find you."
His voice, a stroke of silk on her skin, chilled her to the bone. The scent of blood roses sheeted her in seductive fragrance and the room whirled around her in a blur of colors. Heat licked at her insides, melting and warming her iciness. She lowered her eyelids, slipping, falling into mist.
A low chuckle, triumph in its luxurious sound, pierced through her haze. Caroline's eyes snapped open. Her nightmare stood before her. Wickedness and depravity, masked in otherworldly beauty. Cropped golden curls, bold blue eyes and a chiseled face with a mouth that hinted of sin. He towered over her, long and lean, with a button down shirt that outlined his muscular chest.
Fear fisted her heart and she jerked her wings heavenward. Nothing happened. No burst of power, flash of heavenly light or weightlessness. Her wings fell to her sides like stones.
"What have you done to me?"
Her pitiful cry brought a harsh smile to his lips. "Taken what I coveted."
Panic swirled upwards from Caroline's stomach to her throat. "Please."
He cupped the side of her cheek, the touch a slash of heat on her cold flesh. Leaning in, his mouth hovered over her ear. "Please what, lovely Caroline?"
She flinched at hearing her name. He spoke it without the care of Elijah or the friendship of Elena. The devil used it like a weapon, thrusting it at her with pleasure.
"Please, let me go."
"And, why should I do that?"
"You don't want to do this."
His thumb stroked her cheek. "But, I do."
Caroline shuddered, heat crackling in her blood. "You have to let me go. There are heavenly rules about this."
"Unwritten ones." His tone, it changed, mocked at something she didn't understand.
"Even if it is unwritten, that doesn't make it any less a rule."
His hand slipped behind her neck and hair, pulling her closer to him. "Some Angels seem to lack that basic comprehension. If you act between the lines, then I will too."
"I don't understand."
"You don't need to." He tilted her head up to look at him. "You need only submit."
His eyes held all the darkness of sin. Lust filled, they glinted with an insatiable thirst. Caroline's heart thudded into her ribcage, panic seizing her breath.
"You are so beautiful."
His voice, it floated around her, spun her in a web of velvet. She could smell the scent of blood roses again, an enticement. His body pressed against hers and she felt every hard line and ridge through her slip of a gown. Silky petals caressed her skin, the softness stroking forbidden areas. Fevered pleasure pulsed inside of her and she wanted to be closer to him, press her mouth to his and taste him.
"No," she whimpered. This couldn't be real. That tiny doubt pulled her back from the edge. "Stop!"
Caroline yanked herself from his grasp and chest heaving, she put distance between them. "I know who you are. What you are doing."
The devil stared back at her, his pupils glowing like full moons in his eyes. His mouth twisted into an ugly smile. "What am I doing, love?"
She cringed at the endearment, so at odds with the roughness of his tone. "You're...you're an Original and you are trying to cloud my mind."
"You know of my family then?"
"Yes," she spat. "Your father is the ruler of hell, the damned. Descended from the Original fallen Angel."
"Then you know enough to fear me." He stalked towards her, predatory grace in every step. "Know enough that I always get what I want. That no one will come to rescue you."
"They will come." Caroline clasped her hands in front of her.
"Pray to who you will. It will not change things. You are trapped and no one can hear you."
Caroline swallowed, stepping backwards away from him until she ran into a piece of furniture. She turned to find herself in front of a chair. Behind it, in the mirror on the wall, a white figure with long gold curls looked at her in fear. It took her a moment to recognize the wide, terrified eyes as her own.
"It is just us, Caroline. No one will find you."
She swiveled back around and gasped at finding him looming in front of her. He cupped her face in his large hands, his touch strangely gentle. Tremors seized her, hot and cold assaulting her at once. He caught her gaze forcing her to look back at him. She stared deep into his eyes, directly into his blackened soul and saw no mercy.
"Please," she whispered. "Let me go free."
Her plea plucked a smirk from the corner of his mouth. "Sweetheart, you will never be free again."
Tears brimmed in Caroline's eyes. "Why? What do you want of me?"
The Devil lowered his head, his lips near hers. "Everything you have to offer and more." One of his hands drifted from her cheek to skim down the side of her body. "I will take and take, until you are nothing to me."
A ripple of heat followed his touch and again Caroline smelled the perfume of blood roses. He was using his dark arts to arouse her, to sway her will like Elijah said the Original family could.
"Stop!"
"I will never stop." He fisted the gown at her waist and the thin muslin rose over her leg to reveal her thigh to the air. His head fell into her neck and he inhaled deeply of her scent. "Such innocence. I have never smelled the like before. Do you know what we do with such a thing in Hell?"
Caroline shivered, panic darkening her vision at the evil she imagined.
He lifted his head, his gaze penetrating her, like he could see right into the heart of her fear and it pleased him. "Don't worry. No one else shall ever touch you. You shall be all mine. Mine to kiss..." His mouth drifted over the corner of hers. "Mine to caress..." The hand at her waist, stroked at the skin of her exposed thigh. "Mine to fuck."
She gasped at his crude word, at the sear of heat from his hand on her flesh. His mouth swooped to hers, his lips bruising. He kissed her hard, mercilessly, attempting to suck out her very soul. She couldn't breath. Her vision darkened and she started to fall. He stole her breath, her very will. Then, brutal as the kiss started, it changed. His mouth moved tenderly over hers, his lips coaxing. He kissed her with the softness of silk, the gentleness of young love and the earnestness of a lovesick suitor. She tried not to respond, to stay deathly still, but somewhere deep within her a fire sparked to life. It raced and flickered in her veins, stoking a desire to taste him she could not deny. Her lips parted and she opened to him.
The devil moaned and his kiss slowed to a lovers caress. His tongue touched hers and she drank him in, the taste of spiced wine and something darker, something she avoided naming. He kissed her softly to start, drawing out her passion with seductive strokes. She parried, her response taking on a wildness she couldn't control.
Fire danced within Caroline, flushing her sensitive skin from head to toe. Her soft gown took on the roughness of burlap and she longed to strip bare. To feel the air on her flesh, the caress of his strong hands. Too much. It was all too much. She was drowning, sinking into sin, into depravity. Once more she thought she smelled blood roses. At the cusp of no return, she at last found her strength.
Hauling back her wrist, she yanked her mouth from his and slapped him across the face with all of her might.
The crack of her hand on his cheek reverberated in the room, the sound echoing to the ticking of the clock.
Caroline stared at the Devil in shock. His own reflected back at her. She didn't wait. She ran.
He ran faster. Catching up with her, he threw her across the room to land with a soft thump on the bed. She tried to sit up, only he was on top of her before she could. He straddled her thighs and she clawed at his face with her nails. She drew blood and he growled.
"That was a very big mistake, love." He captured her wrists.
"I don't think so."
"You little fool. Do you really think a slap is going to stop me?"
"Maybe not, but I did make you bleed. I hope it scars," Caroline taunted.
He released her wrists to wipe at the blood seeping through the cut on his cheek. She didn't hesitate. Sitting up, she tried to push him off of her.
"Stop it, Caroline!"
"I won't ever stop. Not until you let me go."
He shoved her back on the bed, gathering her wrists above her head in his hands. "That will never happen. So, you might as well give in."
"Give in to what? The fake desire you use the blood roses for to cloud my head? Because that isn't real. It just hides my hate for you temporarily."
"Is that what you think? He lowered his mouth to her ear. "That your desire is fake?" His warm breath feathered over the side of her neck. "It doesn't work that way. It takes what is forbidden in our hearts, our deepest desires and gives them life."
Caroline shook her head, trying to force him away from her. She hated the waves of heat rolling through her at being so close to him. "It isn't real."
He smiled at her, a knowing smile and horror bolted into her heart. No. It couldn't be true. "I don't believe you. He would have told me if it were."
The devil stiffened and sat up, keeping his hands tight on her wrists. "Who would have told you?"
She bit her lip and shook her head.
"Come, now. There are to be no secrets between us. Especially, now that we are about to be lovers."
"We will never be lovers."
Her declaration cast a shadow over his face. He fisted his her wrists in one hand, leaving his other free to trail along the curve of her breast and slide to her waist. "Tell me that when I am thrusting between your thighs."
"You disgust me." Caroline bucked her hips to push him off of her and he grunted.
"Fight me all you want. It will change nothing," the Devil bit out. "And I might even enjoy it more."
Caroline turned her head so he wouldn't see the tears welling in her eyes. Fear and despair settled in her heart and she swallowed back the lump in her throat.
His lips, a touch of satin, slid down her neck. Hot breath drifted over her skin, sending her nerve endings tingling wherever his mouth went. He kissed the long column of her throat, pressing his lips to her throbbing pulse point. Taking the skin in his mouth he suckled and blew over the heated flesh.
Flashes of white appeared before Caroline's eyes. She quivered, sensation upon sensation building. He provoked a desire within her, one she couldn't understand. She was failing her order, failing her fellow Angels. What would Elijah think of her now? She mouthed his name, a silent prayer for rescue.
The Devil sat up abruptly, his lips leaving the tender, hot skin of her neck. The shock of cold air on her flesh brought with it a sharp realization that she had done something very wrong.
"Elijah!" The Angel's name became the ugliest of oaths in the Devil's mouth. "You would speak his name with me?" He roared.
"Forgive me, please." Her apology was for her friend, for her betrayal of his sacred name in front of such evil. "Forget his name and I shall do anything you ask."
"Forgiveness?" His eyes blackened, his mouth tightening to a grim line. "There is none for you or him."
He slashed his mouth over hers, kissing her hard. The Devil punished her for her words with his lips, with the muscular strength of his body on top of hers. She struggled against his hold on her wrists and he squeezed tighter, his fingers bruising. His other hand separated her legs, forcing them apart until he could slip his body between her thighs. He ground against her, moving his hips in such a way she found herself gasping. His hardness rasped against her softness, finding a sensitive spot she didn't even know existed.
The Devil ravished her mouth while his body rocked over hers. His hand lowered to cup her breast, his thumb sliding over her erect nipple and she heard a strangled moan that could only be from her. She exploded with need, a strange desire for some kind of release. She burned, the flame of passion rising ever higher.
He lifted his mouth from hers to look down at her. She gazed back at him, forcing all of her hatred into her stare. He smiled at her, the satisfied smile of a conqueror. "If you are going to pray, pray to me - Klaus - for kindness, for mercy."
"Never."
Klaus ignored her fury, his smile widening further. Lowering his mouth to hers, he murmured, "Someday you will say my name and it will be a cry of pleasure."
"Your name will never be anything but a curse to me."
Klaus brushed his lips against hers, attempting to kiss her again. She closed her mouth to him. She felt his frown, but didn't care. The sound of tearing fabric echoed in her ears and terror attacked her. Cold air blasted over her bare shoulder and it chilled her inside and out. She froze as if encased in ice. Tears filled her eyes. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of fighting him anymore. He would take what he would.
His mouth returned to hers, pressing demanding kiss after demanding kiss to her lips. She forced herself to feel nothing. No longer struggling, he released her wrists. She left them above her head, not even resisting. His hands smoothed over her body, rounding her curves and she lay perfectly still, stone to his touch. With body, fingers and mouth he attempted to cajole and seduce until at last with a cry of anger he tore at her gown, revealing the side of her nude body to his gaze.
A tear slipped down her cheek.
With a frustrated oath, his weight lifted from on top of her. A crash shook the room and Caroline startled. Shocked, she gathered her gown at the shoulder to cover herself and sat up. Klaus stood in front of a shattered mirror, his back to her. Shards of crimson stained glass flaked to the ground. Blood dripping from his fist to the carpet. Time ticked by, Klaus staring at his reflection in the broken mirror fragments. His silence weighted Caroline down, until she drowned in it.
She scuttled from the bed and approached him with slow steps. Blood now ran from his hand to pool next to his foot.
"Klaus?"
He turned and gold fire leapt in his eyes. In one move, he yanked her to him. His arms went around her, blood tainting her tattered white gown.
"This isn't over."
Large black wings wrapped around her and she fell into darkness.
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Thank you for reading and all the wonderful reviews. The response to this story has been overwhelming. It makes it very hard to work on anything else. I apologize for the shortness of the chapter. The next one should be much longer. You can find me on tumblr under my pen name.