Thud. Thud. Thud. The beating of a heart alerted her to danger. A man, not Tyler, was approaching her, a syringe full of clear liquid in his hand. She couldn't move, as he stabbed her in the arm. The pain was so fierce that it blinded her, knocking her breath out. She couldn't simply black out, the lack of blood had turned her into nothing more than a dry, almost dead shell of a person. They strapped her to a chair, the vervain in the leather steaming as it hit her skin. Tyler was there, of course he was there. He didn't seem happy: she could see the frown on his face deepen as he saw her. She wouldn't look at him, wouldn't give him the satisfaction of acknowledging him.
"Now, Caroline, I'm not going to torture you. We simply want to talk" her kidnapper said, his face far too close to her. If she could have, she would have spat in his face, but instead she glared at him, hoping that his heart would explode if she glared hard enough.
"You can go to hell" she retorted, her voice still fierce despite it being little more than a whisper. He back-slapped her, knocking her head backwards. "Now, that wasn't very nice, was it?" "Now, we know that you have Klaus wrapped around your pretty blonde finger. And when he comes for you, and he will, we want you to tell us everything that he does, what he says, even who he feeds from. Understood?" he drawled, his breath tickling her neck.
"Now, why on Earth would she do that?" a voice suddenly echoed from across the room. Caroline felt deep shiver run down her spine as she recognized the deep voice, saw the glimmer of dark eyes, tousled curls and twisted smile.
A man fell to his knees, a hole where his heart had been a few seconds ago. Klaus examined the heart with disdain, throwing it across the room. He ambled into the room, eyes gleaming dangerously yellow. "K-Klaus" the man closest to Caroline whispered. Caroline was watching the room through glazed eyes, sure that this was another one of her dreams. A flash, the room was filled with the scent of more hybrid blood. He grabbed her interrogator by the neck, forcing him against the room. "Let him go" Tyler had suddenly found his voice.
"Now, if I were you, I wouldn't try to tell me what to do" he told Tyler, not even bothering to glance at him. He squeezed the man's neck harder "it might not be beneficial for your health" his accent grew more obvious as his anger increased. Tyler fled the room, not even glancing at Caroline, sidestepping the bodies on the floor. "Now, why did you steal this girl?" he asked the man he had pinned up against the wall. "Fuck you" the man replied. "Now, now, now, mind your language in front of the lady" he said, as he pulled out the hybrids heart, throwing it to the ground.
Caroline's mind at this point had wandered back into the dark shadow land of dark dreams, sure that this was another cruel trick made by her mind, her body comatose, and eyes staring at nothing.
"Ah sweet Caroline, we meet again. You know, it really was rude of you to ditch me at the party." Despite his joking words, his eyes showed his concern, darkening as he saw the grayness of her skin, the dried blood on her body, the burns from the sun that had failed to heal. He stroked a lock of hair from her face. He could hear the sluggish beat of her heart, the faint pulse of blood in her veins.
Caroline's mind wandered back to the present. Seeing Klaus, her body screamed at her to run, before he killed her or bit her. He smelt exactly as she had remembered the scent of his blood, alluring and familiar. "Are you going to kill me?" she whimpered, vaguely remembering asking him that on their first meeting. He grinned, dimples showing, "maybe not this time" he replied.
"I am truly sorry for how long it took me to find you, love. I never believed that Tyler would kidnap you" he said, his body coming entirely too close to Caroline. The pulse at his neck made her vision hazy, the scent of his blood made her entire body burn in flames. "Ah, foolish of me, you must be thirsty" he said, noticing her gazing at his neck. "What is that?" He asked, pointing to a bite on her wrist, his voice quickly growing alarmed. A hybrid must have bitten her when she was unaware. She could see the red veins, trailing from it, but couldn't feel the pain.
"Drink from me, Caroline, you must" he said gently, his eyes burning into her. He drew her close to him gently, indicating his neck, pretty much the only place that wasn't covered in hybrid blood. She tried to weakly protest with her eyes, but he refused. She could feel her fangs growing, gently she tore into his throat, the exhilarating taste of his blood filled her mouth. She knew she should be careful, mustn't take too much, but her thirst was simply too great. She could feel her dry veins filling with his blood, the gentle whoosh of her heart as it kicked back into life. She could feel Klaus move against her, gently embracing her, causing her heartbeat to increase even more. Klaus's blood was even better than she remembered: the taste of life itself, the taste of true immortality. She could feel her body warming against his, her cold face suddenly burned with embarrassment. Quickly, she retracted from his touch, feeling stronger than ever. She could see the two small puncture marks on his neck closing. Klaus quickly cleared his throat, not before giving her a sly grin.
"Let's get out of here" he moved to carry her but she retorted "I can walk, thanks". She walked straight-backed out of the room, despite the fact that her dress was tattered and that she was covered in filth. Klaus, slightly chuckling, followed her.